A/N: another Phil and Jon adventure... It's 6:30am and I have yet to go to bed, I have no idea what I'm doing with my life at the moment, but this short story seemed to have saved me, so... enjoy. I'm sure Punkbrose has become my signature now, I just love them, and my writing flows so much easier when it's these two guys. The title is from the song by OneRepublic, I don't know... I listened to it a lot when I was writing this. - MNM

Jon smiled when he'd finally found the room he was looking for. Luckily the door was slightly ajar, so he could see his prey packing away the last of his things into his sports bag. He leant against the door frame and watched Phil for a few seconds, a grin plastered on his face the whole time. Phil finally zipped up his bag and grabbed his jacket from the chair behind him, that's when Jon decided to make an appearance.

He pushed the door open and slipped into the room, Phil looked up and sighed when he noticed who it was. Jon couldn't do much else but smile, He shut the door behind him and walked over to Phil, Phil closed his eyes and tried to prepare himself, he had lost count of the amount of times that Jon had made a pass at him.

"What do you want?" Phil finally spoke and pulled his jacket on. Jon half grinned at him and then ran his hand through his now completely dry hair. Luckily he'd had time to change before he confronted Phil. He loved to make an impression.

"Nothing much." Jon smiled at Phil, but the straight-edge superstar kept his poker face on. "I just wanted to see my favourite little superstar." Jon finished and stroked Phil's cheek, Phil automatically pulled away, he hated when Jon got too touchy, and he did it often enough.

"Look." Phil sighed and looked Jon directly in the eye "you know I don't want you in my dressing room, I made that clear last time, didn't I?" He held his hands on his hips as he waited for Jon to answer, but the United States Champion smiled once he had thought up a good enough response.

"I'm already in here, what are you going to do, put a lock on the door?" He laughed lightly and Phil shook his head in defeat. He ran his hand over the stubble that was slowly beginning to form on the lower half of his face and tried to step passed Jon. Unfortunately the bigger of the two men had stepped forward and now had his prey cornered, Phil couldn't move at this point.

"I guess not." Phil sighed lightly and tried to keep his gaze away from the man in front of him "Can I just go, please?" Phil swallowed awkwardly as Jon finally began running his hands up and down the length of Phil's arms. Phil told himself he hated this, but for some reason it always felt nice to be wanted. Even if it was by Jon.

"You look pretty today." Jon finally blurted out, causing Phil to blush slightly, he tried his hardest not to let it show though. He didn't want to show any sign of cracking under the hands of Jon Moxley. Jon smiled, knowing that this was getting to Phil. It really was great. That was his main goal, He wanted Phil, and he had made that quite obvious over the past few weeks, although the Second City Saint wasn't going to give in easily.

"Don't be disgusting." Phil sighed and tried to push past the man who had him safely pinned up against the wall, Jon ginned at Phil's pathetic attempts to escape. He knew that Phil loved being pinned up against the wall, he was just too scared to admit it to himself, for good reason. It had only been a few days since Phil had separated from his long term girlfriend, Amy. He couldn't be attracted to anyone right now, especially not a guy.

"Urgh..." Jon groaned when he noticed that Phil had gone into his distant thoughts yet again "I could happily devour you." He sighed and smelt Phil's short black hair. Making the smaller man shiver. Phil wasn't sure if it was because he was enjoying this slow torture, or if he really didn't like Jon being this close to him.

"What are you a cannibal?" Phil shook his head in a mix of disappointment and disgust, both aimed at himself, after having let Jon get this close. Jon ran his hands though Phil's hair and lightly traced his jawbone with his fingers before he finally spoke again.

"Does that turn you on?" He pressed his body up close to Phil's and let out a lightly breath, Phil was shivering once again, but this time he was excited, he didn't quite understand it. "...because I could be a cannibal for you any day." Jon finally finished and Phil sighed, this really was turning him on, but he couldn't let it show, he wouldn't. Nothing was ever going to happen between him and Jon, he had made that promise to himself a few nights ago, when the two men had come close to kissing.

"What is wrong with you?" Phil slightly slightly and pushed back against Jon, it was no use though. His attempts were fruitless. Only now did Phil realise just how close Jon was to him, he had been this close that night when they had nearly...

"You know me." Jon grinned and ran his hand back down Phil's body, he took hold of Phil's hand and slowly moved closer to the Straight-edge superstar. Phil knew what was coming now, and for some reason he couldn't stop it, he didn't want to stop it... he wanted this to happen, no matter how wrong it was.

Once the two men had connected, there was no going back. Jon pressed his lips to Phil's and let out a light moan as he did so, Phil allowed himself to venture inside Jon's mouth and they enjoyed the taste of each others tongues for a moment, that moment had more fireworks that any moment in Phil's life so far, and he didn't understand why, it scared him to death.

Jon allowed one hand to venture around to Phil's back, he slowly ran the course of Phil's shoulders, all the way down to his ass. He rested his hand there and groped at it slightly as he pulled Phil in closer to him. Phil wrapped his arms around the younger talent and allowed himself to relax into the kiss, he felt Jon smile and that sent strange butterflies to his stomach. He hated this, but loved it at the same time. Nobody had ever made him feel this way before.

Jon finally allowed himself to pull away, his eyes, now hazy with lust, rested on Phil's lips. He smiled slightly as Phil studied him, trying to think up the best thing to say.

"Yeah" Phil swallowed awkwardly and kept his gaze locked on Jon "I do know you." He carried on their conversation from earlier and then realisation set it. He had just kissed Jon, the one man he swore never to go near. He had just broken a promise to himself, and that was worse than breaking a promise to anyone else. Phil finally pulled away with a lot more force this time, leaving Jon where he was stood, he grabbed his bag and jacket and made for the door, without so much as a good bye, Jon sighed as he watched Phil leave, he knew he was one step closer to getting what he wanted, and he wasn't over with his chase just yet.