Title: Third Wheel

Rated: T (Teen)

Genre(s): Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Pair(s): Randy/Cody/Ted, Jeff/Adam

Summary: Ted feels like he is a third wheel in his relationship with Randy and Cody.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs

Warnings: Slash, Threesome

Part: 1/?

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It was the third time that week that Ted had awoken alone.

He rolled over to look at the bed closest to the window, where his baby-boy was curled around their older lover, Randy Orton. Cody looked so content, and the man's muscular arm seemed to fit over Cody's midsection like two pieces of a puzzle. Ted felt his heart start to hurt at the scene. When he couldn't watch anymore, he slid out of bed and went into the en-suite bathroom. The click of the lock was a silent comfort to him. It meant that there was distance between him and them.

Abandoning his clothes, he slid into the shower stall and turned the water on hot. It rained down over his skin, peppering his face in feather-light kisses, and he slowly allowed his eyes to fall closed. He lathered the soap in his hands and cleaned his skin, before he rinsed off the thin sheet of foam and killed the water. By the time he stepped back out into the bathroom, he heard voices coming from inside the bedroom. The shower must've woken the two love-birds. Ted rolled his eyes.

Sometimes, he wondered what they needed him for. Randy and Cody seemed to be made for each other in every sense of the word, while Ted was just… there. But then, he heard something that caught his attention. Randy and Cody were talking about something, and every so often his name would come up. However, it seemed like they were having quite a laugh at his expense. Ted's hands tightened around the marble sink as he strained to listen, anxious to hear what the other two men had to say.

"…he can be so air-headed some times! I can't believe that he fell for it!" That was definitely Cody's voice. What had he been air-headed about? What had he fallen for?

"He's not a fool, love. He's an idiot." That one hurt. Ted's chest burned at the very idea of his love thinking he was an idiot. But there was still more to come…

"…he thinks that we actually love him? Please! He's just Million Dollar trash."

The first tears fell as he replayed that last sentence in his mind. 'Million Dollar trash'. Was that what Randy and Cody really thought of him? Just then, a quiet knock on the bathroom door broke his concentration. Cody and Randy were talking again, this time sounding worried when the door didn't open straight-away. The door knob was jostled, and Ted was thankful that he had locked it. He didn't want whoever it was that was on the other side to see him… not after what he had just heard.

"Ted, baby?" Cody's voice came over the door. He sounded worried and anxious.

"What?" Ted snapped, trying to control the tremor in his voice. It didn't work too well.

"Are you OK?" Cody asked, not at all dismayed by the fact that Ted was in a tempermental mood. "You've been in there for awhile and I'm worried about you. We're worried about you."

"Leave me alone."

Cody was not discouraged. It probably did him more harm than good. "Please, Ted. I just want to know what the problem is so that I can make it better…"

"Just fuck off and leave me alone, Cody! It's obvious what you think of me, so just… go to hell and leave me the fuck alone." His voice lost it's firmness as he spoke, hearing the soft hitch in Cody's breath. He'd made the brunnete cry. But hadn't Cody done worse?

"Fine, be that way." Cody said, already wandering off to find Randy for comfort.

Ted sank down the wall, disgusted with himself for how he had treated his lover, and disgusted with his lover for how he had treated him…

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