*** Previously...

The Celtic Warrior finally opened his eyes and saw all the cum spread out across Punk's face. "There are ya satisfied now?"

"Fuck yes." Punk replied as he scraped some cum from his cheeks and his hair before slipping his fingers in his mouth, tasting the last of Sheamus' cum from his face. "I'm so satisfied."

"Good. Now, you can get out."

"Excuse me?" Punk sat up. "Did you forget who's room your in? This is Justin's room. And I can leave whenever I want."

Sheamus smirked as he grabbed Punk by the arm and drug him off the bed. "Ah know exactly who's room it is. Justin doesn't like unwanted visitors in his room for too long, so, Punky has to go bye bye."

"Oh so you're fucking him?! What a douchebag."

"Who ah happen to fuck is of no concern to ya. Ah already let ya have yer little fun fer the night. Now, ya have to go."

"Fuck you, man." Punk rolled out of the now completely trashed bed and gathered his clothes, which were scattered around the bed. He pulled his shirt back on, not even caring about the puddle of cum that still covered his chest and stomach. Punk then pointed his middle finger in the direction of the Irish superstar before exiting the hotel room, not bothering to put his jeans or shoes back on.

*** One Week Later

Sheamus was just having way too much fun with this. At first, he thought that his plan had no chance in hell of working, but, lo and behold, it worked wonders. In fact, it worked better than even he thought it would. See, ever since St. Patrick's day, CM Punk has been pining for the Celtic Warrior to come back to bed with him. They shared one night of sex and, ever since then, he hasn't been able to stop thinking about it. No matter how hard he tries, his mind always goes right back to Sheamus and their night of, somewhat forced intimacy. His fiery red hair, his strong biceps, his thick milky white thighs, his entire body entranced him. Not to mention the size of his cock. Those thoughts always went straight to his groin, giving him a guaranteed erection. The Irish Superstar took note of it the first time and he's been playing with him ever since.

That night, Sheamus had to hide from Punk in Justin Gabriel's room. Although the hiding didn't work, it did give him a bit of an idea. He knew how much his co-worker wanted him. Too bad the feelings weren't mutual. That's where the South African Superstar comes in. Ever since that night, Shea has been acting extra nice and affectionate to Gabriel whenever the former WWE Champ was in the area. He just went with whatever came naturally to him and, luckily, he wasn't rejected. Lingering hugs, kisses pressed into his hair, and lustful stares all served to mentally do Punk in little by little. The Irishman would always act like he wasn't there, but, he knew he was. He could just feel the glare on the back of his neck. Now, sitting in his own top floor hotel room, he just has to wait for Justin. Only then could he put the final phase of his plan in action.

Justin Gabriel reached the room in no time, thanks to the elevator taking him to the top floor. After completing another gruesome workout in the hotel gym, Justin was dressed comfortably; in a pair of shorts (that appeared to be a little too short), a red tanktop that was drenched in sweat, and a simple pair of sneakers. He didn't have any time to change or shower, the text he received from Sheamus seemed urgent. Once he got to the appropriate room, he knocked on the door, waiting to be greeted by his Hunky Irish co-worker.

A smile made its way onto Sheamus' face as he heard the knock on the door that he had been waiting on. It came relatively quickly, considering the fact that he texted Justin only about ten minutes ago. He must've rushed from whatever he was doing. Regardless, he went over and opened the door, only to see Justin looking almost better than he normally did. He looked as if he just came from the gym, noting the almost crotch-level shorts and the sweaty tanktop. He smiled as he opened the door wider. "Come right in, lad."

"Hey Shea, I got your text, it sounded pretty important, so I rushed up as fast as I could. I didn't even get a chance to shower!" Justin carefully placed his gym bag next to the couch of the larger hotel room and took a seat while Sheamus closed the door. "So, what's up?"

Walking back over to where his friend was sitting, Sheamus reached over and grabbed two bottles of water. He handed one over and kept the other for himself. Twisting the cap slowly, he kept his eyes on Justin. "Well, ah was hopin' you could star in this...movie...ah've been wantin' to make..."

Justin took a sip from his water before pouring a little over his head, covering his hair in the cold water. "Movie? What kind of movie?"

"Well, it's kind of a porno. You'd be the main actor." Sheamus couldn't help but lick his lips a little as the water cascades down his hair and the rest of his upper body.

Justin chuckled. "Kind of a porno?" The South African stood up and began pouring the rest of the bottle of water over the rest of his body. "How's this?" He then peeled the now completely drenched tank top over his head. "Is this a good start?" He asked, rubbing his hands up and down his abs.

"Ya definitely got tha look down, that's fer sure. However, we need to get ya prepared mentally too. Ya know how ah've been all over ya these past couple days?" He knew Justin looked good without his shirt off, but now looking at him in a different light, he looks even better than when he's in the ring. It's amazing what lust can do to a person.

"I've noticed. I realized it after the tenth ass grab this week." Justin laughed. "Is there a reason why you can't keep your hands off of me?"

The Celtic Warrior couldn't help but chuckle as a bit of a response. His mind flashes back to all the times he saw Punk getting more and more jealous. The wild look in his eyes grew more and more. He couldn't think of a sweeter revenge. "Well, ya see, ah've been doin' that to get back at Punk for messin' with me too much on St. Patrick's. Ah felt like he needed to learn a lesson, so, ah've been teachin' him."

"You've been teaching him by grabbing my ass and kissing my neck on a daily basis. I never knew revenge could be so good!"

"Mhm, it's about as good as it's gonna get. If ya were to shoot this movie fer me, it would only make the revenge that much better. So...what do ya say, lad?"

"I'm in." Justin winked before flashing a devilish smile.

"Great!" He goes over to the chair by the bar and grabs the bag of clothes sitting there. Reaching in, he takes the pants and the shirt out before walking back over. "Here. Put these on. We can't have ya lookin' any way. You gotta look good." He holds out the clothes.

"Alright." With the tanktop already off, all Justin had to take off now were his shorts. He peeled those off before pulling on the jeans and putting on the shirt. Surprisingly enough, both the pants and shirt were a perfect fit. The South African then walked over to the large mirror that covered most of the wall by the door and fixed up his hair, making sure he didn't look all sweaty in the process. "Well, how do I look?" He asked Sheamus, turning in the Irishman's direction.

He had to remember to thank Cody later. He went shopping earlier in the day and, luckily for him, Cody had come with him. Him and Justin were the perfect body match, so, whatever fit him would fit the other. He walked up to the South African and started moving around him, inspecting his look. "Hmmmm...lookin' good, lad. Lookin' good." He gives him a quick slap on the ass before wrapping his arms around him from behind. "Ah know ya will be perfect fer this role, Justin."

"Will my ass get slapped in your movie?" Justin asked eagerly, as he slowly began grinding his ass against Sheamus' groin, waiting for a reply. "By the way, when are we filming? I'm pretty horny to be honest" Justin chuckled.

A very low and sexual growl began to grow in Sheamus' throat as he felt Justin grinding up against him. He could feel the lust building inside him, but, he had to hold himself back. He wanted to do this right. "We start filmin' right away." He stepped away from his actor and went over to where the camera was set up. He made sure to have it at the perfect position to capture absolutely everything. "Go out an' come back in. Just act natural, but, don't go fer the sex right away. We wanna make Punk wonder first. Got it, lad?"

"I got it, Mr. Director." Justin replied seductively before stepping out of the room and waiting for his cue.

"Ah love that boy..." Sheamus said quietly to himself as he made sure everything was ready with the camera and all the other stuff. Once that was done, he made sure his clothes were right. Once he did that, he pressed the 'Record' button and headed onto the bed. He pulled his phone out and started to play a random game. "Action!"