It's the morning after WrestleMania and Punk makes a decision that would not only affect his life, but also Randy's. Song fic- Sunday Morning by Maroon 5.

Monday Morning

Sunday Morning

"That may be all I need, in darkness she is all I see."

Randy was awaken by the sound of rain tapping roughly on the windows. He groaned inwardly and sunk back into bed pulling the covers over his shoulders even more. He didn't go back to sleep, his mind slipped else where as he stared out the window at the gray clouds and the falling rain. It was oddly calming. There was a sudden movement, a arm attached itself around his waist and pulled a body towards his chest. The movement startled Randy and made his eyes snap out from the window to the body that was pressed so comfortably against his. A smile formed on his face as he realized Punk was still sleeping and he had kept his promise of staying for the night.

Punk stormed backstage, mumbling to himself as he pushed through the crowd of people. His knee bothered him greatly and there was a new pain in his abdomen. In fact it felt as if he could barely walk. He pushed into his locker room and quickly changed into his normal clothes and stuffed his other clothes into his bag. He didn't care how unorganized it was, he just wanted to find Randy and leave.

Moments later he burst out of the locker room, pulling his old torn cubs cap over his head and walked down the hallway. The arena was getting pretty empty. Everybody had gotten finish with their matches and the people who didn't have matches left with their friend or friends who did. The biggest night of the year was almost over and all Punk wanted to do was curl into a ball and die.

He had his heart and soul set out on a win tonight. He allowed himself to think that maybe, just maybe if he won that match tonight he would stop being stuck at the bottom. Over the years he had work so hard to make it this far, to have the longest title reign in current history, to be able to step into the ring with legends and does he win any of those matches? No.

He lost his match and he couldn't help but think how did he go from wining his match at Wrestle mania last year, to completely failing this year? He tried his hardest to win, but he just felt it he knew he wasn't going to win. He just couldn't compete with Undertaker. As a matter of fact he was completely tired of bring suppressed by this company, he had made a name for himself countless amounts of times and they continue to undermine him.

Punk let out a sigh and shook his head. He should stop thinking about it before he goes mad. That's exactly why he needs a distraction. He came to a stop outside of a door that read Randy Orton. He didn't even bother knocking he just walked in and gave a small smile when he saw Randy packing his things to leave.

Randy had looked up when the door closed and smiled. He dropped what he was doing, meeting Punk half way before engulfing him into a hug. At first Punk tensed up but he soon dropped his bags and wrapped his arms around Randy. He buried his face into his chest and just breathed his scent and instantly he became calm.

"How are you feeling?" Randy asked kissing the top of Punks shaved head. He knew it was the wrong question to ask because Punk grip has gotten tighter and he only buried his face into his chest even more.

"Don't get me started," he voiced loud enough to be audible through this clothing. "Can we just leave and go to sleep?"

The younger man had gave Punks back a run before he pulled away to pick up his items to leave. Then turned back to Punk and frowned remembering the last time Punk had stayed the night. "If you stay, promise you wouldn't bail on me durning the night."

"With a night like tonight you can doubt me leaving you're side."

Randy pulled Phil closer to his body and squeezed on to him, as though he might slip away from him. The body beneath him shifted and he felt soft breaths on his bare chest. He closed his eyes and just took in the feeling, the sound of the soothing calm breaths from the sleeping man.

"Don't you have to leave?" Randy jumped at the sudden sound of a sleep heavy voice. His eyes opened imidiately and looked down finding Phil eyes on him, heavily clouded with sleep.

"Why is it only me, aren't you going too?" Randy asked looking down at the older man. Punk tore his eyes away from Randy's and burried his face into his chest. Randy sighed and sat up to leave the bed, but Phil's arm pulled him back down. He threw a glance Punk's way and tried to move out of the bed again, but to now avil.

"Phil I-"

"No, I might not be going with you but you are not leaving this bed," Punk unwrapped his arm from around Randy and turned to face the other way "Your flight is at noon, it's nine you could wait awhile."

Randy smiled and laid back on the bed, wrapping his arm around Phil and pulled him closer, kissing the back of his neck. "You know, I love you."

It was about 30 minutes until noon and Randy was still laying in bed with Phil. His fingers traced the tattoos on his arms as Punk rested his head on his chest and lazily traced circles on his stomach. It's been a while since they've laid like this and he remember why he's missed it o much. Phil suddenly stops what he was doing and looked up at Randy. His eyes shone with pain, anger and sorrow, emotions Randy only saw once while being with the man. He frowned when Punk took his eyes away from him again and took a deep breath.

"I'm not returning to Raw or any other live event for a while." Phil spoke softly. Randy stared down at Punk in utter shock, he never missed a day of work. Ever. Hearing the news made his heart sink in his chest, that meant not being able to see his baby until he decides to return, that means going months without getting to share a bed with him or even just seeing his face after a good night on Raw.

"Why?" He finally managed to ask. Punk sighed and pulled away from Randy to sit up in the bed.

"I feel like I'm being held down, I go out there and work my ass off but in the end it only gets me nowhere. I've proven myself worthy numerous times, I have a pretty large fan base but they're trying to undermine me." Phil looked down and ran his tongue across his lips, poking his lip ring. "I just want a break, I want to get away from all of this. I-I...I need to get away. Go home and not have to worry about trying to please anyone. I'm so done with this company, Randy."

The room fell silent after the rant. Randy wishes he could understand where Punk was coming from, but he had everything he ever wanted in the company. He was never held down by it and he never felt as though he wanted to get away from it all. But Phil. He did, and he didn't know what to say or do to make him feel better. He has witnessed how hard the man worked and how in the end he never got anything, but he never thought it made Punk feel that way. He figured it only made the man stronger and worked harder. Punk moved to leave the bed but he reached out to stop him from leaving.

"I may not know what you're going through but I support your decision," Randy cupped Phil's face in his hands and studied his face. "Take the time off and come back better."

Phil watched as Randy gathered his last bag and headed towards the door. He stopped half way am looked back at him, his eyes pleading him to follow. Punk only shook his head no and opened the pages of a comic book he held in his hand. Randy dropped his bags and quietly walked to Phil, taking him by surprise then he took the book from his hands. Phil glares at him and tried to get the book back but Randy lifted it higher in the air. He leaned down and tenderly pressed his lips against the man and pulled away when he felt the other man starting to kiss back. He dropped the book into Phil's lap and went back to his bags.

"Take care, love you." Randy opened the door and turned to Phil with a cheeky smile. "Get well." With that the door closed shut.

Punk stared at the door and shook his head. Sometimes he hated that man, but then again without him he wouldn't have a reason to stay with the company.