Don't own the boys. I really wish I did. The plot is mine with all it's many twists and turns.
A/N:This is set back when the draft happened and Jack was working for Michael Cole


Evan Bourne sat with the other superstars around Mike Mizanin's laptop in his hotel room. They had all be watching the WWE draft since they'd woke up. Evan was sitting on Jack Swagger's lap. Evan was so small; he couldn't see the computer screen without using one of the other wrestlers, and since he and Jack were such good friends the taller superstar didn't mind one bit.

Mike smiled and turned around, "Jack Swagger to Raw."

"Yes!" Jack yelled out and stood up dropping Evan to the floor on his ass. Evan winced and groaned. Jack kneeled down and helped the younger man up, "Evan, I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, Jack." Evan smiled in pain.

Jack scooped him up into his arms, "Come on, man. I'll take you to your room."

Evan blushed and whispered his thanks. Jack carried Evan to his room and lied him down on the bed. Evan wrapped his arms around Jack's neck and pulled him close, "We're back together now."

Jack smiled small, an apology clear in his crystal blue eyes, "Evan, I've grown up."

Evan sighed and let Jack go with a push. He turned away and glared hard at the wall. Jack sat down on the bed behind the smaller superstar.

"Ev..."

"Why don't you just leave Jack?"

"Don't be that way."

"You started it." Evan snapped before sighing once more, "Look Jack, I think it'd be best for both of us if you would just go, alright? You obviously want nothing to do with me."

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to. Your eyes said it all."

"What did my eyes say, Evan?" Jack cocked an eyebrow.

"You're seeing someone else."

Evan's words were small and choked. The younger man wanted so bad for Jack to say that he had been with no one else since he'd gone to the other brand, but even Evan knew that would be a lie. Jack was gorgeous. Men and women wanted him. Why wouldn't he have someone else?

Jack looked down to his shoes and sighed. He hadn't meant to let Evan know that way. He didn't want him to know at all really. He didn't want anyone to know. Jack stood up, "I'm sorry, Evan."

"Can I at least know who took my place?" Evan whispered turning to look at the blonde with tears in his eyes.

Jack turned back around, crawled onto the bed and pressed his lips to Evan's. Evan's eyes fell closed, the tears rolled down his cheeks, and he kissed Jack back. Jack pulled away just a tiny bit, their lips still touching, "No one has taken your place, and no one ever will. I love you."

Jack pulled away completely and walked out of the door, leaving Evan confused and alone.