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October 23rd, 2013
Now this is truly the way to live life, Randy thinks. Lying in his hot jacuzzi tub, listening to rock music, and enjoying his own company as he lets the facial scrub on his face settle in. It was cold as hell outside too so this is exactly what Randy needs. And when he gets out, Cody is going to be waiting in their bedroom for him.
Even better than all the luxuries life has to offer, like this nice jacuzzi tub, is Cody Rhodes. Randy has Cody to thank for every good thing in his life because nobody else would’ve gave him the motivation and the strength like Cody has. They may have only started dating last month but it was inevitable, and everybody was wondering when they were finally gonna drop the ball. But before then, Cody was still Randy’s biggest motivator, and vice versa. He’s never been so close and open with anybody like he has with Cody and that’s because they enjoyed a certain camaraderie that can’t be replicated with anybody else.
Damnit. Randy wishes he could rinse his face mask off now so he can just cuddle with Cody and tell him how much he loves him. He’s such a sap now when it comes to that boy and he hates it.
But God seems to hear Randy’s internal thoughts and sends him a blessing.
“Hey, Raaaaandy…”
“And what might your handsomeness be doing here?” Randy asks, opening his eyes and looking over to his boyfriend with a smirk.
“You know how much I love you, right?” Cody asks with a smile, sitting on the edge of the tub and peering down into his boyfriend’s steel blue eyes.
“And are you aware of how much I love you, my prince?” Randy asks in return, raising an eyebrow and bringing his hand out of the water to gently grab Cody’s, kissing the back of his hand.
Because Randy loves Cody more than anything else in this tragic world. It took him awhile to realize that, and he denied it to himself for the longest time but once he accepted it, everything made sense. How he’d talk to Cody, how he felt about Cody, it all made sense when he realized he was in love with him. Randy never thought that a relationship would ever be in the cards for him and there’re definitely things he still needs to work on (like sharing the remote and giving in when Cody says they should probably buy a new dining room set because the one they have now is so outdated and “Randy, when was the last time this was in style? It’s not 2007 anymore.”) but Cody is more than happy to help him with it.
Randy tries his best and that’s all that matters.
A blush rises to Cody’s face upon the kiss, and he leans down to give Randy a soft peck to his lips. “God, I really do love you.”
“I know.” Randy says softly against his mouth, squeezing Cody’s hand before he pulls back away. “So what are you trying to butter me up for?”
“Fuck, dude!” Cody laughs backing up from the tub and standing on his own two feet. “How’d you know?”
“God, we’ve known each other for like, ever, I can read like you a damn book, Rhodes.”
Come on. Like Cody is going to waltz in here just to tell Randy he loves him. Actually, he’s done that a few times since they’ve started dating but there was something different here… his innocent smile seemed too innocent and there was a hint of devious allure in his eyes that spoke of his true intentions.
Everybody else might think Cody is innocent. But Randy knows that he’s a fucking prick deep down that uses that innocent charade to get what he wants. Honestly, Randy is proud of him.
“Should’ve known I can’t fool you anymore.” Cody rolls his eyes.
“I’m smarter than you give me credit for.”
“I thought we agreed I was the brains in the relationship.”
“You’re the brains and beauty.” Randy remarks before closing his eyes, leaning his head back against the tub. “And I’m those things too, but second place compared to you.”
“Ooh wow, Randy Orton is actually admitting he’s not number one at something?” Cody’s eyes widen and he gasps. “We need to call TMZ right now!”
“You’re hilarious.”
“Yes, TMZ, my exclusive statement? Well, Randy Orton, my boyfriend after 6 years of denial, has admitted to me being more smart and beautiful than him and has then gone on to say I’m hilarious. He’s truly a changed man.”
“I’m gonna whoop your fucking ass in a minute, pretty boy, try me.”
“And he has now said he’s gonna beat my ass and between you and I, Mr. TMZ Reporter, that just means me and him are gonna-”
Randy immediately splashes water right at Cody, but Cody’s amazing reflexes causes him to step back with a big laugh as the water barely hits his feet instead.
“Go on with it, Cody.” Randy says, opening his eyes and crossing his arms over the threshold of his tub so he can look over at his obnoxious, yet very lovable boyfriend. “What are you trying to get me to do?”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” Cody’s laughter dies down and he wipes the tear from his cheek before he hops up onto the counter of their sink.
“... so are you gonna tell me what it is now?”
“What what is?”
Randy sighs. He thought with them dating and everything that Cody would stop trying to push his buttons but he seems to do it even more.
He’s lucky Randy is head over heels for him.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Cody rolls his eyes. “But um…” His face furrows together and he rolls his lips back. Cody crosses a leg over the other, hands clasped on top his knee. “Just bear with me, okay?”
“Alright. I’m bearing with you.”
“So you and I are together now.”
“Thankfully, yes.”
“And will most likely be together for the foreseeable future.”
“That’d be nice.”
“That said, this is our first Thanksgiving.”
“Yeah, it’s gonna be badass. I get to eat a bunch of fucking good food and then sleep with you afterwards. That’s a good fucking day to me.”
“Eh… there might be a change of plans.” Cody shrugs, raising his hand so he could look at his nails. “Aw. My thumbnail looks bad again.”
Oh no. How the hell is Thanksgoing going to be ruined for Randy this year?
His eyes shift back and forth, raising his head up from his arms and grabbing the rag beside him to throw to Cody. “Get this wet. And then you’re gonna tell me about those change of plans.”
Cody does as he’s told, wetting the rag with warm water before he tosses it back to Randy. “I mean, it’s really not a big change. We’re not gonna be going out for Thanksgiving.”
“That’s good.” Randy nods as he proceeds to rub the facial scrub off his face. “So we’re staying in, it’s not a big change at all - what is it then?”
“I was thinking we could invite both sides of our family over to this house for Thanksgiving this year.”
“And you know what I’m thinking?”
“... what’s that?”
“I’m thinking we push that idea to the back of our heads right now and forget about it.”
“Randy, come on, it’d be fun!”
“Cody, come on, really think about it.” Randy finishes scrubbing his face and sets the towel down so he can narrow his eyes pointedly at Cody. “Do you think our families would get along?”
“They had to get along if our dads brought each other over to hang out. You’re overthinking it.”
“Or maybe you’re underthinking it.”
“What makes you so sure it’s gonna be a shitfest?”
“You clearly didn’t remember the last time our families tried to have Thanksgiving together.”
Cody scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Uh, yeah I do. And it was the best Thanksgiving ever. I wanted another one like it but my dad was like, weirdly against it for some reason.”
“You thought it was the best because you didn’t see the grownups argue a shit ton like I did.” Randy sighs, standing up naked from the tub and stepping over the threshold.
“Uh huh…” Cody mutters, eyes fixated on one of Randy’s biggest appendages.
“Like, they argued over politics and religion and at one point, your dad told mine to eat his ass and started undoing his pants but Dustin stopped him at the last minute.”
“Mmm.”
“Stop fucking looking at my dick, jesus, you’re so horny.”
“What?” Cody suddenly looks up, seeing the unamused expression on Randy’s face. “I was paying attention. Politics, religion, Dusty being Dusty, yeah, I get it, but that was years ago. And,” Cody chuckles, stepping up to Randy, “If I recall correctly…” he points a finger in Randy’s chest, smiling, “We used to hate each other years ago too and look where we are now.” Cody waggles his eyebrows before he leans up to kiss Randy on the lips, grabbing his robe from the tub threshold. He hands it to Randy before stepping back.
“I think we’re a special case.”
“Or it’s a metaphor for the Rhodes and the Ortons finally coming together after so long!”
“Or it’s one of the more bad ideas you’ve ever thought of.” Randy tells him. “And you dated Ted.”
“First of all, I dated Ted like, 5 years ago. Second of all, you two made up and third of all, you’re being too stubborn about this and we’re doing it. End of.”
“Whatever, you’re not the boss of me.” Randy scoffs, about to dry himself off until Cody suddenly snatches the towel from his hands.
“Cody, what the fuck.”
“You’re not getting this back until you agree to do it.”
“Like we don’t have a bunch of other fucking towels in the closet, keep it then.”
Cody’s shoulders slump and he frowns, genuinely and not jokingly, staring at Randy with a pleading look in his baby blue eyes. “Please, Randy? It’d be nice and… it’s the first time they’d see us together as a couple and not just best friends. Even if it all goes wrong, it’s still worth doing for that, I think.”
Well why didn’t Cody say that in the first place? Now Randy feels like a colossal dick and granted, he feels like that a majority of the time but now he feels it with remorse and guilt. It’s one thing to fuck around with Cody and tease him like they’ve always done but it’s another to actually upset him.
Randy huffs a breath through his nose, looking at the towel Cody was clutching in his hands. He’s holding it close like some kind of security blanket, looking down at it in thought. Randy’s not sure exactly what he’s thinking about but he’s probably thinking I really hope my boyfriend gives in for my sake.
Randy does a lot of things just to make Cody happy and this is another thing to add to that never-ending list.
He grabs onto Cody’s hands with his, squeezing them gently to get his attention. When Cody looks up into Randy’s eyes, Randy smiles sweetly at him and steals a kiss from his pink, plush lips and allowing his own to linger.
One of the benefits of being in a relationship with Cody now as opposed to just being friends is that there’s more that Randy can do to make it up to Cody without it appearing like he wants something more. He had to try to keep it platonic but now? Now he can steal kisses from him and go over the top with gestures and that’s perfectly acceptable, even encouraged.
Their kiss even deepens and Cody’s fingers move to intertwine with Randy’s, the towel staying perfectly over his arms. Once their fingers are intertwined, Randy pulls away and he smiles more when he sees the small one that just graced Cody’s youthful face.
He never realized how fun it was to make people smile until Cody.
“Well, let’s invite ‘em all over and show them how in love we are then.”
Cody is absolutely beaming now and he even gives a little, excited laugh before he drops the towel to the floor. He throws his arms around Randy’s neck and presses their lips together in a quick, but big, wet kiss. Cody even jumps up and down, continuing to do so as he pulls away.
“You are the absolute greatest!”
And just like that, he’s rushing out of the bedroom, presumably to call his dad to set it all up.
Maybe it won’t be so bad after all! Things are different now than they were in the past. He and Cody were adults. Their parents have had time to get over this, and times heal all wounds, they say! And once they see how much Cody and Randy love each other, they have to set their differences aside, right?
They’ll eat awesome food, maybe have some good conversation, and it’ll be a good time!
And then Randy’s face falls when it dawns on him that he doesn’t know how to fucking cook. Especially for two whole fucking families.
His eyes widen in realization and he hurriedly wraps the towel around his waist, quickly entering their bedroom. “C-Cody, babe, hold on!”
October 25th, 2013
“It’s easy.” Cody tells him as he lays out the printed instructions on the countertop. “We’ll follow these instructions right down to the dot and then we’ll have made a kickass turkey.”
“I don’t see why I need to learn this.” Randy says, skimming over the words. “Let’s just hire a bunch of chefs to do it. We have money, we shouldn’t let it go to waste.”
What’s the point in being rich if he can’t even spend his money? He doesn’t even cook for himself for Thanksgiving! He orders a special Thanksgiving package from whatever restaurant he’s feeling at the time and feasts. Randy absolutely does not trust himself around an oven and even though Cody’s lived with him for a little over two years, that doesn’t seem to be a concern.
This is such a bad idea.
“And where’s the fun in that?” Cody frowns, looking over to Randy. “Then it’s not special.”
“If somebody took their hard earned money and used it to hire a bunch of chefs to cook good food for Thanksgiving because they’re so shit at it, I’d feel pretty damn special.”
“You feel special all the time.”
“Because I am.”
Cody shakes his head with a sigh, going over to the fridge to take the turkey out. “Remind me why I’m dating you again?”
“Because I’m hot with a nice body and you secretly love how much of a dick I am.”
“And I hate myself for it.” Cody laments, slamming the turkey down onto the counter. “Now read the instructions like the good boy you are.”
Randy takes the instructions, actually reading them over. Basic enough! There seems to be no actual prep involved, no actual work. Just stick it in and go. He scoffs, shaking his head and rolling his eyes over how stupid he was for thinking that cooking could be so hard. That was Randy’s problem all along, he simply skimmed the instructions!
“Damn, I just gotta put it in the oven and let it out at certain times? I can do that shit, fuck yeah.” Randy nods.
“It’s not so hard, is it?” Cody smiles, leaning up to peck Randy on the cheek before he walks away from the kitchen. “I’m gonna run down to the store real quick, you need anything?”
“Lube.” Randy says instantly. “And uh, I’m craving KitKats. Get a big bag of those.
“Noted.” Cody chuckles, rolling his eyes. “See you soon, lover boy.”
Randy’s got this all under control! He doesn’t need Cody’s help anymore, he can do this all on his own!
After setting the turkey in the pan, he sticks it in the oven and walks away, thinking he’ll go outside and smoke a cigar as a sort of present to himself for making progress on his cooking skills. He really has bettered himself since meeting Cody, becoming a nicer, more pleasant person to be around and actually making something of himself. Randy’s become more focused on the things in his life that matter, and it was all thanks to Cody’s guidance.
But now Randy can cook without his guidance.
About thirty minutes later, Randy hears screaming from the inside and sees his boyfriend with two plastic bags in hand, staring at the kitchen like something’s on fucking fire and when Randy looks, there is something on fire and oh god, that’s the turkey.
“What did you do!!” Cody exclaims.
“I followed the instructions!”
“The instructions say nothing about burning down our house.” Cody blows out a breath and shakes his head, fishing around in his sweatpants pocket for his phone to dial 911. “Yes, hi. I need the fire department, me and my boyfriend’s kitchen is in flames right now and honestly, I don’t think either of us are equipped to handle this.”
That’s probably for the best.
A few more minutes and Cody is off the phone, walking over to Randy as they both look on at the fire in the kitchen. It’s not a big one, but big enough that they can’t take it out themselves.
“So…” Randy crosses his arms over his chest. “How about those chefs?”
Cody takes in a deep breath and sighs, pressing his lips together. “Chefs it is.”
Cody thinks it’s fitting how their kitchen is going up in smokes, just like this Thanksgiving will probably turn out to be.
November 13th, 2013
“Okay, so where is everybody gonna sit?” Cody asks as he looks down at his clipboard, gently tapping the end of the pencil against his cheek.
“Wherever the fuck they want.” Randy shrugs, feet kicked up on the dining room table with the outdated dining set as he pops a KitKat in his mouth.
Any other time, Cody would be thankful for Randy not giving a fuck (that’s probably something he’ll tell Randy about on Thanksgiving day), but he really needs Randy to put in effort right now. It seems like Randy’s been going through the motions, letting Cody take care of everything because it’s his idea and that’s understandable, but they’re a team now. And both of their families are coming together for Thanksgiving which means Randy should do his part.
“Randy, we need to decide where everybody’s gonna sit so we can minimize any possibility of drama. They can’t sit wherever they want.” Cody warns, looking to Randy.
“Cody, they’re grown adults.” Randy reminds him, looking back to Cody. “They can be civilized for one day, don’t worry about it.”
“You were the one who said we shouldn’t have a Thanksgiving with our families because you said they wouldn’t get along.”
“Changed my mind.”
“You changed your mind, just when it becomes convenient to do so?”
“Yup.”
“Okay, so my dad can sit next to your dad and we can risk having Dusty trying to pull his pants down again?”
Randy purses his lips, slowly chewing on the KitKat in his mouth before he looks down at his feet. “Um. Yeah, I guess not.”
“Yeah, if you actually gave a shit, then you’d know that’s not the best idea.” Cody rolls his eyes, turning his back to Randy and walking behind him. “So they can’t sit together, but they should sit close to us because they’re our dads…” Cody mumbles to himself, narrowing his eyes in concentration as the tip of the pencil dabs at the seating arrangement chart on the paper.
“Hold up, what makes you think I don’t give a shit?” Randy asks, suddenly standing up from his chair with the bag of KitKats in his hands.
“Listen, it’s fine. You don’t care that much about Thanksgiving and it wasn’t your idea in the first place. I’m not expecting much from you.” Cody says casually, not looking up from his clipboard.
“I… I do care that much about Thanksgiving!” Randy scoffs, swiping the clipboard from Cody’s hands and looking down at the paper. “I love Thanksgiving! And you!”
If anybody else would’ve said that, Randy would just laugh them off but whenever Cody says something like that, it ignites a fire under Randy and reminds him to get shit done instead of sitting around like an asshole.
Cody won’t make fun of Randy for the sudden change in demeanor. He’s just gonna let Randy try and do this on his own - after all, it’s not like he’s cooking the turkey.
Cody watches Randy with amusement, taking the bag of KitKats situated between Randy’s chest and the clipboard. He crosses his own arms over his chest and tilts his head. “You do?”
“Yeah, best holiday around. Whatever. I’m gonna arrange their fucking seats and they’re all gonna get along and it’s gonna be awesome.” Randy tells him as he quickly walks around to the other side of the table, scribbling down something quickly. “We’ll have Dustin and my brother, Nate, sit next to each other, I think they’d get along real well. Who’s that uh, homophobic uncle of yours again?”
“... Jerry?”
“Yeah, him. We’ll put him with my dad, they can be dumb together.”
Cody chuckles at Randy’s reasoning but finds it very valid all the same. Have people sit next to the ones they have most in common with, makes a lot of sense.
Cody’s about to add on but then Randy’s walking away from him to the end of the table, appearing to be in deep thought over getting this seating arrangement perfectly right. He licks along his lips slowly and when an idea pops in his head, his face brightens up and he nods to himself as he scribbles it down on the paper. Cody just watches him silently, and a bit in awe, not wanting to break his concentration.
Kind of amazing how good Randy can be at something when he actually takes the time to give a fuck about it.
“Hey, babe!” Randy exclaims.
“Hey-”
“How long have we had this dining set?”
“I don’t-”
“We need to get rid of it, we need something presentable for Thanksgiving.”
“Okay, cool!” Cody nods in agreement. “We need a new dining set anyways to use all the time-”
“No.” Randy says firmly, levelling an equally firm look at Cody.
Cody looks back and forth, narrowing his eyes in confusion. “Uh, no…?”
“Yes, no. We need a set just for Thanksgiving, it needs to be special. Get your head in the game.”
Cody blinks a few times, actually taking a step back as he becomes… well, taken aback by Randy’s newfound determination. He wonders if he’s gonna do any planning for this Thanksgiving at all now that Randy seems to want to be in charge of it all. Not that Cody’s complaining because he’s curious to see what will happen under Randy’s tutelage.
November 21st, 2013
After Randy was done with the seating arrangements, he told Cody that they needed to decorate the house for Thanksgiving and seeing as they have no decorations, they had to pretty much dedicate a whole day to shopping and preparing for it.
It’s actually super weird to see Randy when he’s trying to do his absolute best as opposed to half-assing everything. They haven’t even stepped foot inside Target for a minute before Randy is telling Cody what they need to get.
“So listen up, Codes, we gotta get warm colors.” Randy tells him, swiping his thumb across the screen on his phone while Cody pushes the cart into the main building. “Maroons, browns, oranges, maybe a nice blue for some pop, we need to feel like we’re in the god damn fucking sun itself.”
“Randy, when it comes to decorating, I become the token gay stereotype.” Cody reminds him. “Trust me, I know what-”
“No no no, we need to decorate for a Thanksgiving that everybody will remember.” Randy says, looking over at his boyfriend before he gives the phone his attention again.“I even went on Pinterest for inspiration.”
“Hold on a second.” Cody shakes his head, stopping his cart at the end of an aisle. “You went on Pinterest?”
“Yeah, what about it? Ooh, hey, look at this!” Randy smiles, pressing his thumb on a picture before he shows Cody the screen. “Look at the front porch, we need to do something like that for ours.”
Isn’t that a nice looking front porch? There were haystacks grouped together and a scarecrow standing in front, holding a “Welcome” sign and a mat that looked incredibly similar right under the door. There were even rustic looking barrells holding (hopefully fake) fruit to the other side of the door, with cornstalks right behind them to create a sort of barrier. Very festive looking and also completely unlike Randy at all.
Cody wishes he knew what it was about giving a fuck that turns Randy into a soccer mom.
“Babe, I don’t think Target is going to have all of that.” Cody points out. “But you’re right, it does look really nice. I’d love to have something like that.”
“Just a suggestion.” Randy shrugs, exiting from the app to open up the notes on his phone. “At the very least, we need to do the whole inside of the house.”
Hold on, that wasn’t approved by Cody.
“The whole inside? I thought we were just doing the dining room?”
“Don’t be silly, we need to do the whole house.” Randy replies casually as he walks in front of Cody. “Just follow me, babe, I got it all under control! So we need a new table spread, plates, silverware, we need candles, we need centerpieces...”
Cody watches Randy walk in front, listening to him ramble on about what they need with wide eyes as he tries to figure out if this is a dream or not. He feels like he’s on an episode of Bridezillas but instead of a wedding, it’s Thanksgiving, and Randy is the bride… that’s not something he’d ever think he’d thought of.
He never thought he’d actually date Randy either and here they are now. Everyday with Randy is a new adventure, everyday a new surprise awaiting for the both of them.
Cody’s so into trying to figure it out that the only thing taking him out of it is the big ass wreath of multicolored roses of warm colors that Randy shoves in his face, causing Cody to literally shake his head out of his trance.
“This fuckin’ shit is going right on our front door! You like it?” Randy asks, handing it over to Cody and watching hopefully.
Cody takes the wreath, handling it delicately. He observes it for a few moments before nodding his approval. “Yeah, it looks good.”
“Good? Not great?” Randy groans and rolls his eyes, taking it from Cody. “I’ll just put it back-”
“Randy, it does look great. You know what I mean.” Cody says, snapping his fingers before pointing to the cart. “Put it in there, let’s get it. It’ll look good on our door.”
Randy grins widely and drops it into the cart before he looks towards the shelfs, eyeing each decoration with intrigue. Occasionally he’ll stop at one, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration before either shaking his head and moving on… or going to grab it, before shaking his head and moving on. Every so often, he won’t even take a few seconds to look at a decor piece before snatching it from the shelves, asking for Cody’s approval (and he’ll tell Randy it looks great every time - and it does) before putting it in the cart.
Cody just pushes the cart along and eventually, Randy’s happiness and focus seeps into him as well as he grabs his own decorations, asking for Randy’s approval on those. Randy could do this alone, that’s what Cody was thinking, but with how he keeps asking for his approval, Cody figures he might as well take a step up and get his head back in the game.
After all, this is their Thanksgiving.
November 27th, 2013
“So you and dad are still coming, right?” Cody asks into the receiver, parking his car in the driveway.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Cody.” Dustin replies with a smile, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I’m actually a bit stoked to see Randy’s side of the family again. How is he, by the way?”
“Randy? He’s uh… let’s just say he’s really into this.” Cody chuckles as he gets out of the car, walking along the path to their front door and holding a bag of McDonald’s. “He’s been at home decorating the house all day, with decorations he bought.”
“Am I going to come into your guys’ house to see a disaster?”
“He actually did a pretty awesome job picking out decorations.” Cody assures him, making it to the front porch and smiling as he sees the decorations for outside already put out, that gorgeous wreath hanging at the center of their door - and it looks like Randy managed to find a place to buy the haystacks from after all! It looks exactly like the picture he showed Cody!
“I think he sort of has a knack for this.” Cody muses aloud.
“You think when you guys get married, he’ll be the one to plan it?”
Cody laughs softly and shakes his head. “That’s assuming he’s even changed his mind about it. Who knows, maybe it’ll happen.” He shrugs, stepping onto the mat and wiping his feet. “But me and him just started dating so time will tell.”
“You’ve always been his exception.” Dustin tells him with a raised eyebrow and a knowing grin. “But I’ll let you go. Can’t wait to see ya tomorrow, baby brother.”
“Can’t wait to see you either. Love you.”
Cody ends the call, shoving his phone back into his pocket and opening the door. He steps inside the house, whistling at the absolutely fragrant displays all around him. He didn’t think Randy could do this on his own! He knew Randy did a good job picking out decorations but setting them up is something else… and yet it’s perfect. Like something out of one of those home maker magazines.
The lights are dimmed for a warm, inviting atmosphere, and there’s a long, thin, maroon carpet leading down the center of their staircase. Red, yellow, and orange leafy garland spiral around the railing and when Cody looks higher up, he sees Randy currently centering a gold, circular shelf on the wall. He sets various decorative pieces on the shelf, all of them coming together in one big, beautiful way.
Not as beautiful as Randy though, dressed in red and white flannel pants and a white hoodie. Even when he’s dressed in pajamas, he’s the sexiest man Cody’s ever seen… hell, he actually prefers Randy like that.
Cody blushes, looking down in an attempt to hide it before he takes off his black, puffy coat, setting it on the rack. “Ohhh honey, I’m home! And I went to McDonald’s and got you those three fucking Big Macs, you greedy bitch.”
Randy turns around and looks down the staircase to see Cody, smiling and coming down the staircase slowly as to not mess up the carpet. “Is that something you should say to the love of your life who has slaved hours decorating your home so it will be presentable for Thanksgiving?” Randy asks as he makes it to Cody, taking the bag from him and leaning in to peck him on the lips.
“It’s nice to have you home.” He says softly before pulling away, winking at Cody. “Can I show you the dining room? That’s the first room I started on.”
“Absolutely I would.” Cody tells him, following Randy towards the direction of their dining room. The rest of the house is nice but he hopes the dining room will be nicer - it’s sort of gonna be the hub for their Thanksgiving, after all.
Randy walks into the dark room first, setting the bag of McDonald’s down on the table before he goes to turn the lights on and when the dining room lights up, the maroon walls entering his view, the actual table scape is second to enter it and that’s when Cody knows how great this Thanksgiving is going to be. It’s absolutely stunning and he feels his breath taken away from him.
There were orange table runners centered throughout the long, wooden dining table, new white plates with maroon edges set at each chair. The silverware was laid out by the plates and on top of the plates were amber bowls on pedestals, with amber wine glasses and even taller, blue ones right by those. In the middle of the table, on the table runner, is a four tiered centerpiece, smallest at the top and biggest on the bottom. The third and the top tier are filled with pinecones of varying size and the second and the bottom are full of green leaves with red tipped edges. Equidistant from the centerpiece are rustic urns, white pumpkins sitting atop of white straw nests.
But what drew Cody’s attention the most was the chandelier, which was once ordinary, now was an extravagant, twirling display of red and yellow leaves with pinecones hanging from gold bows. Cody’s not exactly sure how Randy managed to do that but goodness, it looks great! More than great! No, this was absolutely perfect.
“I take it you like what I’ve done?” Randy asks, a smug smile as he stares on at Cody’s open mouthed, awed expression.
“H-Huh? Oh… y-yeah, yeah!” Cody nods, whistling as his eyes continue to roam around the room, taking in all of the other decorations strewn throughout. “I love what you’ve done. You did all of this by yourself?”
“When I wanna get shit done, I get shit done.” Randy shrugs, taking a Big Mac from the bag and plopping himself down at the head chair. “We should take pictures, submit ‘em to a magazine. I’ll blow all those fucking soccer moms out of the water.”
“They’ll never know what hit ‘em.” Cody shakes his head as he takes his fries from the bag, plopping down on the chair next to Randy. “Wait until everybody we work with finds out what you’ve-”
“Uh uh.” Randy shakes his head, taking a big bite out of his burger. “As far as they know, I’m fuckin’ shit at decorating. They’ll probably want me to come to their house and give them tips and shit, I don’t got time for it.”
“I mean, you could make a pretty good side business from it.” Cody shrugs, grabbing a handful of fries to shove in his mouth. “I could see you as an event planner… er, well, maybe not. You don’t get along with people.”
“If they’re not you, what’s the point?”
“How oddly sweet of you.”
“You’re the only one I give a fuck about, fuck the rest.”
“I only wanna fuck you.”
“You wanna fuck me right now?”
“At least let me eat first.” Cody chuckles.
“We’ll eat and fuck. Eat your fries off my abs, baby boy.” Randy pats his stomach with one hand. He winks at Cody as he takes a bite from his burger, the sauce smearing at the corner of his lips. “Mmm, you know you wanna.” He says around his mouthful, words muffled.
Cody just stares at his boyfriend with an amused grin, huffing a chuckle through his nose and throwing a fry at his face. “Eat first, fuck later.”
“Awww.”
Cody is thankful for a lot of things this year, but Randy Orton is definitely number one on that list.