So, this is my new story. I will still be writing "You, Me, and Punk?".

This story will have quite a few pairings, but endgame will be Evan/? and Punk/?.

SLASH m/m. warning. Don't like, don't read.

Title is from One Direction's song "Save You Tonight". The lyrics go with the fic. Enjoy!


"Man, it feels good to be back!" Evan Bourne exclaimed as he made his way into the huge stadium. The WWE Tour had taken them to Detroit, Michigan today. As the superstar walked through the doors, he could feel his anticipation rising. It feels like it's been forever since he's been inside an arena. It was an injury that had kept the highflier away from the ring for so long. Well, that and a suspension (or two...), but he'd rather not think about that. Pushing the unwanted thoughts from his mind, Evan instead focused on greeting the many security guards that were at the entrance. They let him through with no problem and Evan eagerly made his way to the locker rooms. He couldn't wait to see his friends. It's been far too long since he's actually been able to be with them. Sure, they'd call and text him, but due to the tour, they never had enough time to physically meet up with him. "I can't wait to see the look on Kofi's face!" Evan thought, picturing his best friend's reaction to his return. He also couldn't wait to see his broski Zack or his tall, irish friend, Sheamus. However, the person he was more excited to see, happened to be walking towards him at that very moment. His heart fluttered at the sight.

Bourne, who had been smiling so hard that it hurt, managed to beam a little brighter. (If that was possible...). The man who was walking up to him, gave him a small smile. The brunette felt his feet hit the ground a bit faster as he began to race to his lover. Once the two wrestlers were close enough, Evan dropped his gear bag and enveloped the other man into a warm embrace.

"Randy! I've missed you so much!" The highflier yelled, nuzzling his face into Randy's chest. The Viper hesitated for a second, his hand lightly touching the younger's back, before he pulled them apart. Evan noticed this and gave his boyfriend a confused look.

"What's wrong, babe? Aren't you happy to see me?" Bourne asked, becoming worried.

"Look, Evan, we need to ta-" Orton's husky voice was soon interrupted by another man, who had placed a kiss on Randy's cheek. Even stood there dumbfounded.

"J-John?" Evan stuttered out in a quiet voice. John Cena wrapped his arms around Orton's waist, as a hug from behind. Noticing the other, John flashed Bourne a smile.

"Oh, hey!" Evan, it's so good to have you back!" Cena said as he buried his face into The Viper's neck. Evan could feel his jaw drop as his throat suddenly went dry. John saw Bourne's reaction and pulled away from Randy.

"Wait, he doesn't know, yet?" John asked Randy. Evan couldn't find the words to speak. Is this real? Is this all just some strange nightmare? Yup, that's it. He must've dozed off again somewhere. Afterall, he'd never actually see Randy Orton, his boyfriend, kiss another man, right? Especially, John Cena! Or maybe he's being Punked! Okay, now he just has to find the hidden cameras and wait for Ashton Kutcher to pop out... any minute now...

"I'm surprised no one's told you!" John's happy tone brought him out of his thoughts. It also confirmed his fear. This is actually happening.

"Well, if you haven't guessed it, Randy and I are dating!" John half-yelled. Evan looked to the taller man, but Randy quickly averted his eyes. For a split second, Evan could see the guilt in his eyes. Or maybe he had imagined it. He can't really see much of anything right now due to the fact that he was tearing up.

"Um..." John started to talk, but Randy cut him off with a gesture. Cena looked between the two with a worried glance. Evan took no notice of this, however, because his mind was far away now. He felt the world fall from underneath him as his knees buckled. Swiftly, Randy had managed to step away from his 'boyfriend' just in time to catch Evan in his strong arms. John gasped.

"Is he alright?" Cena questioned.

"Yeah, I've got him. Why don't you go on, babe? I can handle this. He's just shocked from the news is all." John looked unsure of this, but nodded and left anyways. Evan could hear Randy's voice echoing through his head. How could he call John 'babe'? They used to call each other that... Bourne could feel his heart being shredded.

"Stand up." Randy ordered. Evan attempted to do so and succeeded, but he was still a bit wobbly.

"W-Why?" Bourne asked, finally able to choke out a word. Randy stared at him, and the highflier began to feel uneasy. After a pregnant moment of silence, Randy sighed and shook his head.

"Y-You cheated on me!" Evan yelled. The man had found his voice. Slowly, he was starting to pull himself back together. However, before he could get another word out. Randy clasped a hand over Evan's mouth.

"Shh!" Orton whispered as he dragged the other man off to an empty hallway. When Randy finally removed his hand, Bourne could feel his anger rising.

"Why'd you cheat on me? We were... we were dating! We talk on the phone nearly every night. How could you do this to me?!" Evan wiped the salty tears away from his eyes. Randy mumbled something in response.

"What?" Bourne asked.

"I said, we never got to see each other!" Orton repeated.

"Oh, so that makes it okay for you to cheat on me? With Cena?" Evan felt like screaming now. He felt confused and betrayed.

"It's not like that..." Randy argued. Evan wasn't buying it.

"I was out for an injury, it's not like I just left!" Randy glanced around the hall, making sure that no one heard Evan's outburst.

"And for suspension!" Orton countered. The small brunette ran his hand through his hair. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"We still talked almost every night" Evan said, not bothering to keep his voice low.

"But you weren't here... John was" Randy replied quickly, avoiding Evan's brown, tear-filled eyes.

"You could've visited me..." Bourne matched Orton's tone.

"The tour was keeping me busy." Evan shook his head at the excuse. All was silent for a moment... until...

"I wanted to do it sooner..." Evan's head snapped up at Randy's voice. He had been staring at the ground, spaced out, thinking.

"Wha-"

"End it. I wanted to end it sooner. I just didn't have time to see you and I didn't want to break up over the phone..." Evan was left speechless by the confession. So, Randy wasn't even into their relationship. Just how long had Randy been playing with his heart? And did Cena know? Surely not. If John had known that Randy was cheating on Evan for him, he wouldn't put up with that. Cena was kind hearted, he wouldn't hurt anyone. Well, not anyone outside of the ring, anyways. Still, Randy has been keeping many secrets. Which is why he had taken Evan to chat in a secluded place. If word got out about this, John and Randy would be done. Hm...

"Look, I'm truly sorry, babe." Randy said.

"Don't ever call me that again" Bourne replied. Randy winced in realization at what he said. "Yeah," Evan thought. "That stung."

"I wish it didn't have to end like this" Orton tried, but Evan shrugged the comment off.

"Whatever..." The highflier turned to walk away, hoping his red-rimmed eyes weren't too noticeable.

"Hey!" Randy called out, grabbing Evan's arm. He stopped in his tracks.

"What?" Evan spat out, like venom. He didn't want to hear another apology or excuse. He was done.

"I said I was sorry." Randy spat back.

"And I said, whatever" Evan replied as he yanked his arm from The Viper's grip. He now resumed his walk to the locker rooms, trying to block everyone out. The superstar walked numbly through the halls. He didn't respond to the greetings. He didn't wave back at the people who tried to catch his attention. Evan just kept walking. He stared ahead and blinked rapidly, pushing back the tears that were doomed to return. He just needed to be alone.

When he had reached the locker rooms, he sighed a breath of relief. It was empty. Normally, the room would be bustling with many muscular men putting on gear or stripping down. Since Even had been so excited to return, he showed up a lot earlier that he should have. The wrestlers that were already here had their own locker rooms because they were main-eventers. Thank God for that. Evan took a seat on a bench and held his head in his hands. It was his first day back and already it had become one of the worst he's ever had. The thought of Randy probably being off somewhere sucking face with Cena made his stomach clench. He took deep breaths, trying to make himself feel less nauseous. Tears threatened to sting his eyes again, but before he could let them fall, someone entered the room.

"Hey there, little man!" Evan heard a familiar voice call out. Lifting his head, he saw his best friend, Kofi Kingston, walking towards him.

"One of the guards said you left your bag out in the middle of the hall." Sure enough, Kofi dropped Evan's red and white gym bag by the highflier's feet. How could he have forgotten his bag?

"Thanks..." Evan said with a weak smile. Kofi gave him a concerned look.

"You okay, Evan? What's wrong?" His friend took a seat next to him on the bench. It was only then that Bourne had noticed Kofi didn't come alone. Behind him was the current WWE champ, CM Punk. The straight-edged star had his head buried into his phone, texting away. He was so quiet. That's why Evan didn't notice him. Punk didn't even glance up as Kofi began talking again.

"You look a little pale, you sure you're not sick?" He asked. Evan saw this as an opportunity to get out.

"Actually, I am feeling kinda ill..." he said quietly. Kofi placed his hand on Bourne's shoulder.

"Maybe you need to see a doctor" Kofi suggested. Evan's eyes widened at the thought.

"No! no! I-I don't need a doctor!" Evan exclaimed. Punk glanced up at his outburst. Kingston raised his brow in confusion before a look of realization crossed his face.

"Oh, I get it," Kofi started to say. Evan held his breath, afraid that his friend really knew the cause of his troubles. "You just got out of the hospital, so you're probably tired of seeing all them doctors, huh?" Evan let out a sigh and nodded. It was true. Well, that and he wasn't actually sick...

"Okay, well, um do you want to head to the hotel or somethin'? You're not scheduled to return tonight so you could just go rest." Kofi said.

"That sounds great" Evan agreed. Punk went back to texting. Kofi stood up and started walking out.

"Imma go tell Vince and get you a rental car, okay?" Evan nodded and for the first time since the break up, he actually smiled. Kofi was such a great friend, offering to take care of him like that. It was nice to have someone loyal by his side. Punk took Kofi's spot on the bench, not looking up. Evan went back to his earlier position.

"So, what's wrong with you?" The champ's voice echoed in the empty room. Evan looked up in surprise. Was Punk talking to him? The champ had put his phone down and was now staring at the younger with curiosity.

"I told you... I feel sick..." Evan replied. Punk scoffed at this.

"Bullcrap. You were lying to Kofi, I can see it on your face. Now, spill." Evan blinked in shock at Punk's blunt statement. How was he able to read him like that? Not even Kofi had noticed.

"I'm sick. That's it." Evan said a bit more firmly. He tried to mask his face, not wanting Punk to read him anymore. He's not sure why the champ seemed so interested, but he needed to drop it.

"Fine, be stubborn then. It's not like I care. I just wanted to know why you're lying..." Punk said, amused at the situation.

"I'm not lying!" Evan said, becoming furious. And he wasn't. He really did feel sick. Just not in the way Kofi thought. Honestly, he didn't care what Punk thought about him. He had enough crap to deal worry about. Punk didn't respond, too busy texting again. Evan sighed.

"I got it!" Kofi yelled as he returned, Evan was thankful that he was no longer alone with Punk. The champ was being weird.

"Vince called the hotel and said you'd be showing up. Your rental car is waiting outside, though someone's gonna drive you. Vince doesn't want anything to happen." Kofi announced. Evan smiled and stood up shakily. He was about to grab his bag, but Kofi stopped him.

"I can carry it," his friend insisted. "Don't want you leaving it somewhere again." Evan blushed but didn't argue. It was probably a good thing if Kofi took it.

"I'll catch up with you later, Punk!" Kofi called over his shoulder, with Evan trailing behind him.

"Kay" was all Punk said. Evan was nearly out the door when he heard Punk say something else.

"Bye, Evan. Hope you feel better soon..." Bourne could hear the sarcasm in the champ's voice. Glancing back, he could see Punk smirking at him.

"Bye, Punk" Bourne said, before leaving the locker room.

Once Kofi and Evan reached the parking lot and approached the rental, Kofi packed Evan's bag in the trunk. Turning to each other, both men shared a friendly hug before pulling apart. They said their goodbyes and Kofi had left. Evan had nothing to do but head to the hotel. The ride seemed short, but Evan was too busy thinking to notice. He exited the car, grabbed his bag, and got his room key. The hotel was nice, Bourne noticed, as he walked down the hallway to his room. His bags of clothes were already sitting on his bed. There were also bags on the floor next to the other bed, so he does have a roomie then. Hopefully, it was Kofi. He set his stuff down and crawled into bed. All he wanted to do was sleep away the pain that he felt in his aching heart. He thought about the events from earlier and how his relationship had ended so terribly. After a while, sleep finally overcame him as he rested his head on his tear-stained pillow.