#jeycody

The hour is late and everyone else has cleared out from Cody’s bus, the last drunken well-wishers stumbling off to their own accommodations for the night.

Jey may have sobered up from the liquor he drank earlier in the evening, but the weight of the titles in his hands combined with the blunt that was passed around towards the end of the night keeps his mind hazy with delight.

He sits on the couch, titles hanging on his shoulders haphazardly with his unexpected tag partner draped across his lap. Cody’s eyes stare up at him, a warm smile on his face as Jey absentmindedly runs his fingertips through the crisp strands of short platinum hair at the base of his neck.

Jey’s not even sure how they got in this position, but he can’t really find it in himself to care right now. The weight of the other man in his lap and the look in Cody’s eyes is giving him ideas, and he can feel himself bricking up in his pants.

Cody shimmies and stretches, seemingly trying to get comfortable, but the motion causes the thick muscles in his shoulders to rub at Jey’s quickly hardening cock, and Jey can’t help the moan he lets out.

The blond chuckles, the sound low and deep in his throat. “Your phone in your pocket there, Uce? Or you just happy to see me?”

“Think you know the answer to that,” Jey grunts out.

“Got me there,” Cody nods. “Could take care of that if you want?”

Jey’s traitorous dick twitches at the thought. “You’d be into that?”

“Oh I’m very much into that.” Cody flashes his pearly white grin, before sitting up and grabbing Jey’s hand. “Bring the titles.”

Jey had heard the odd rumor before, whispers in the locker room when Cody had been nothing but a mid-card player. Jey has always known he’s been into both men and women, but it wasn’t something he was ever comfortable disclosing at work back then. Now though, with the changing times and management, there’s less to be afraid of.

The belts firmly in one hand and Cody’s warm palm in the other he follows the blonde to the back of the bus and through a privacy door that leads to a decent sized bedroom with what must be a king sized bed.

In a moment, Cody’s fitted tee shirt is torn over his head and thrown into the corner of the room, and he shoves his pants and briefs off in one smooth motion. Suddenly Jey is fully clothed and hard with a very naked Cody Rhodes crawling to the top of the bed, ass fully on display.

He’s hairier than Jey expected, the soft light hair that covers his ass and legs in stark contrast to his waxed chest.

Cody reaches into a side table drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube and condoms and Jey’s brain nearly short circuits.

“You wanna prep me?” Cody grins while Jey stands there, dumbstruck by the situation he’s found himself in tonight.

“Uh- ye, yeah, I can do that. You really gon’ let me..?”

Cody nods, “Yeah, want you to fuck me Jey. If…if that’s what you want?” There’s suddenly a hint of self-consciousness in Cody’s voice, as if his brain has caught up with his actions and is unsure of how he will be received here.

Jey doesn’t give him time to entertain that thought. “Yeah!” It’s a little louder than he intended, and they both laugh. “Yeah, I do, jus’ didn’t think you’d want that s’all.”

Cody rolls himself to sit at the edge of the bed and takes Jey’s hands in his.

“If I wasn’t being clear before, I very much want you to put that big dick of yours in me, Jey. We on the same page?” The look on his face as Cody stares up at Jey is so unserious that it’s all Jey can do not to crack up laughing.

He simply nods, “Yeah, alright. ‘Think I can do that.”

“Good, now get these off.” Cody tugs at the waistband of Jey’s pants. “And put those belts on.”

Jey does so, nearly tripping in his eagerness to get his pants off, and tossing his shirt in the process. The feel of the leather of the belts against his bare skin is electrifying, making him even harder somehow.

Cody’s gaze is locked on him as Jey joins him on the bed.

“They look good on you,” The words hang heavy in the thick air between them, and Jey can’t stand it any longer. He crushes their lips together in a hot desperate kiss, groaning as their hips meet and their cocks grind together. When they break apart, Cody pants to catch his breath, reaching behind himself and putting the lube in Jey’s hands. “Do I gotta ask again, uce?’

Jey’s fingers grip around the bottle and he shakes his head. He’s ready for this now, needs to know how it’ll feel to be buried inside of Cody.

He makes quick work of getting between the other man’s thighs and coating his fingers in the slick lube before cautiously sinking his middle finger inside, his head swimming at the tight warm heat enveloping him.

Above him Cody groans, and he pauses in his exploration. “You good?”

Cody nods roughly. “Keep goin’- fuck, please?”

“A’ight,” Jey moves his fingers in and out, working the tight hole open until he’s loose enough to take another. His pointer finger joining in tandem to stretch Cody open for him.

He’s ready to add a third, but Cody stops him with a choked off cry of Jey’s name capturing his attention. “M’ready- c’mon, fuck me.”

Jey looks down at his rock hard dick, which is still much larger than two of his fingers. He leans down to press another bruising kiss to Cody’s lips. “You sure?”

He swallows and nods. “Yeah- you can be rough. I can take it.”

“Bet,” Jey lines himself up, the tip of his dick brushing against the soft hair around Cody’s hole before he sinks inside.

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