In which Cody starts to look for one RyanCarrWeber

Cody had just returned to his bench presses when another lightweight entered, the smallest of the 36. Myca didn't wait for Cody to stop, walked over to him and sat on his stomach. Cody knew Myca had a reputation for eccentricity. Some of the guys teased him about being retarded, a down baby, a crack baby, gay, etc.... the usual, and nothing Myca hadn't heard before joining TW. Still, in his first match, he defeated a heavyweight. For that, he was accorded some respect. "Can I do something for you, Myca?" Cody asked, not even stopping his bench presses.

Myca felt Cody's abs tightening and loosening beneath his bum as Cody pressed the weight, and watched his chest strain and relax in a definite rhythm. An almost imperceptible bulge began in his shorts, which he ignored. "No, Cody... It's just - I figured you'd already paid back that favor to Kevin."

Cody glanced down his torso at the lightweight sitting on his gut. Everyone said there was something about Myca, and there was. Whether you found him annoying or amusing, everyone found him fascinating and quite impossible to ignore. Cody thought about the statement, and realized he had no response to it. He rested his head down and started a new set.

"I think you just like the company, since you and Dane parted ways. Which is a shame, since you two were good together." Myca leaned back a bit, making Cody uncomfortable as his bum eased onto the heavyweight's groin. Myca rested his hands on the flat of Cody's lower chest, just under his pecs. "And I think you like the feeling of power, since a lot of what happened before you two split seemed unfairly biased against you, and that made you feel powerless." Cody shuddered at the boy's accuracy. "And weak." He rested the weight on the bench, but rather than looking up, closed his eyes and rested his head back. "But you're not weak," Myca said as he slid his hands up onto Cody's powerful pecs in a way that was neither erotic nor sycophantic, just indicative, "and everybody knows that."

'Am I this transparent,' Cody wondered. He hadn't even seen it before, but now everything was so obvious. He decided he wasn't transparent, simply that Myca was unusually perceptive. There was a small comfort in the lightweight's closeness and uninhibited physical contact. It had been awhile since he'd received a solid pat on the back from a friend, or a celebratory embrace after a good match. The small weight on his gut reminded him he'd missed the contact of real, close friends.

A moment later, Myca's weight lifted from Cody. The heavyweight looked to watch Myca go, but he was already gone. Cody sat up and looked out into the changing area. Just -- gone. It was no matter, though.... Cody knew he had some thinking to do alone.