A/N: Before you ask what I was smoking to get these pairings… It wasn't me! I swear! XD It was a random number generator who likes crack!

Summary: Crack? PWP. An ice storm forces the WWE to cancel a week's worth of house shows, leaving their wrestlers restless. However, when the town they're in is hit with another round of ice and they're trapped, things get heated.

Spoilers: For the semi-recent plot involving the Nexus and the Corre.

"I'm bored!" Evan Bourne whined. He was currently lying on a stiff couch in the lounge of the hotel he was trapped inside; he was laying upside down, his head dangling over the floor and his legs curled around the back of the couch.

"All your blood is going to rush to your head, Ev." A voice giggled, causing Evan to turn his head and look toward the entrance of the lobby.

"Jack!" Evan squealed, flipping himself off the couch and rushing over to his friend. He jumped against Jack, hugging him around the neck.

"Whoa, Ev, careful!" Jack laughed, wrapping his arms around Evan to return the hug. They stayed in that position for a moment before Jack set Evan down, grinning at his shorter friend, "I didn't know you were in the same hotel as me."

Evan laughed, "Well we're certainly not Cena or Orton, why would they put us up in some five star hotels?" He teased, but they both knew it was true. "But it's awesome you're here!" His grin spread over his face as he bounced excitedly. Jack couldn't help but grin and pat his head, before taking a seat on the same stiff couch Evan had been on moments ago. "I wonder who else is here?" Evan mused, sitting down beside Jack. He made a noise and looked down at the couch, "… stupid cheap furniture." He shook his head, prodding at the cushion before leaning back and sighing, eyes closing to relax.

"It sucks that we can't wrestle." Jack said suddenly, looking over at his friend. "I hate staying still for too long."

"Yeah…" Evan mumbled before jerking up, "Hey!" He grabbed Jack's hand, dragging him to his feet as he stood as well, "I have an idea! Come with me!" Jack looked disturbed at the notion of Evan having an idea, but- though reluctantly- allowed himself to be led by the smaller man. Evan giggled wildly as he pushed the door open to the gym that the hotel sported, which was currently abandoned.

"We're… going to work out?" Jack questioned eyebrows quirking.

"No, silly!" Evan shook his head, dragging Jack through the gym room to the back and through another room. Suddenly, the air was warm and humid and smelled strongly of chlorine.

"… This hotel has a pool..." Jack looked surprised at the water in front of them. "Inside?" It wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. Evan nod, not even looking at Jack as he pulled off all of his clothes- minus his boxers- and jumped in. He swam across the pool before coming up on the other end, taking a huge gasp of air.

"God! It's so warm!" He sighed, shifting to float on his back. He peered at Jack, amusement on his face. "Are you gonna get in, Jack?" He teased. Jack sighed, stripping and setting his clothes neatly on a bench. Evan quirked an eyebrow, "Really, Jackie?" He laughed, nodding at Jack's boxers.

"Shuddup…" Jack muttered, looking down at his American flag boxers, "It's all I had clean." He didn't hear Evan's response as he jumped into the pool, making a huge splash.

"JA—pfblurppf!" Evan attempted to complain as water rushed over his face. He dove under the water and then came up again, glaring at his blonde-haired friend. Jack grinned at him. "That's it!" He growled, splashing water at him. Thus, a splash war was started.

A few hours later

Both boys were lying at the side of the pool, staring at the ugly off-white ceiling and breathing heavily. They looked at each other and smiled widely, "I won!" they said at the exact same time. Their eyes narrowed at each other, "No, I won!" they again said together. They both sat up, Evan crossing his arms and trying to look angry. "You know I won, Jack." He said, getting an eyebrow quirk in response.

"Neither of you won." A voice said from nowhere, before both boys were drenched- again- in water. They sputtered and looked up with wide eyes, seeing a grinning John Morrison above them; he was holding a bucket which had just been full of water. "I did."

Jack and Evan looked at each other for a quick moment before they both jumped up, grabbing John and pushing him forward into the pool. John flailed as he went into the water, and sputtered when his head came out. "Guys! You ruined my coat!" Indeed, the beautiful faux-fur coat John had just been wearing was now completely soaked and heavy against his skin. He pulled it off, throwing it out of the pool before pulling himself out. Jack and Evan simply grinned at him. "You two are bad." John laughed, shaking his wet hair.

"So John… why are you here?" Evan questioned, watching the other wrestler strip out of his clothes.

"Well, funny story. Turns out everything outside is covered in ice and the WWE canceled all of our fights so…"

"John!" Evan sighed, "I meant why are you at this hotel." John quirked an eyebrow at that.

"Everyone is at this hotel, Evan. Haven't you noticed?" Jack and Evan looked at each other in confusion, John laughed. "This is the only hotel in the whole town that wasn't full. Since we were stopped due to the ice, we didn't have much of a choice. Have you guys even been to your rooms? You realize you're sharing, right? But instead of having one roommate, we're stuck three to a room." John looked amused.

"Whaaat?" Evan cried, "But there are only two beds!" John laughed as Evan began to grumble.

"You two should head to your rooms and find out who you're bunking with." He shook his head as he looked down at his wet clothes, "I need to go get some clean clothes on, anyway…"

"Aww man!" Jack yelled suddenly, "This was my only clean pair of boxers!" John gave Jack a weird look as Evan broke out into giggles.

"I'm sure you can borrow some, Jackie." Evan giggled, grabbing Jack's hand and dragging him along. John watched the two leave, giving Evan a longer stare than he probably should have. He shook his head suddenly, clearing his mind before picking up his wet clothes.

"I hope they don't get stuck with Batista…" John muttered, leaving the pool area.

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Evan burst into his room for the first time since entering the hotel, and immediately crashed into a body. "Ow!" He muttered, grabbing his nose and looking at what he ran in to. His eyes widened a little and he stepped back, "S… Sorry." He was met with an amused grin.

"God, Adam, move." A voice from inside the room grumbled, "You're going to scare the poor kid to death." Evan's eyes widened a little more as he looked around the huge body of Adam Copeland- known in the ring as Edge- and into the room. "Hey, Evan." Christian was sitting on a very uncomfortable looking chair, pushed back in it so that it balanced on only two legs. He smiled at the smaller superstar, and then gave Adam one more glare as he moved out of Evan's way.

"Uhm… hi, Christian…" Evan looked at Adam nervously, "Hi, Adam." Adam smiled politely at the little high flyer as he made his way to the bed. "Are you both in here too or…?" Christian shook his head.

"Nope, Adam is with Cena and Morrison. We're sharing with Justin."

"Gabriel?" Evan said, face scrunching.

"The one and only." A voice called from the bathroom, the voice soon joined by the form of the other high flyer. "Problem with that, kid?"

"I'm not a kid." Evan growled, crossing his arms. Justin laughed. "Why aren't you with Heath and Wade or something?" Evan muttered, causing Justin to sigh.

"Wade is still in Britain. His Visa expired again. Heath is stuck with Otunga and," Justin shuddered, "Kane." Evan gaped.

"Kane?" He muttered, shaking his head.

"Well, you two have fun." Christian said suddenly, standing up. "I'm gonna go hang out in Adam's room!" Christian and Adam both left, leaving Justin and Evan feeling awkward.

"Uhm… I'm gonna go find Jack…" Evan muttered, rushing out of the room.

Justin looked down at himself before lifting an arm, sniffing his pits, "What… do I stink or something?"

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Jack wasn't happy. Not one bit. He was currently pacing outside of his hotel room, anger written on his face. Suddenly, he felt a body attach to him followed by a squeal of words that he couldn't even understand. He stumbled back and nearly fell before looking down at whatever was attached to him. "What the hell, Ev?" He growled, pulling his arms free and shaking Evan off of him.

"I have to share a room with Christian… and Justin Gabriel." Evan whined, pout on his lips. Jack rolled his eyes.

"You think that's bad?" He pointed at the door to his room, "Look." Evan made a face before pushing the door to Jack's room open, peering inside. Lying on one bed, fast asleep, was Phil Brooks- otherwise known as CM Punk. Sitting, legs and arms crossed, glaring at the afore-mentioned bed was one very annoyed looking Rey Mysterio. Evan groaned, looking at Jack with sympathy in his eyes. Neither Jack nor Evan liked Phil much; in fact he'd go as far as to say that Jack hated him. But the small Mexican in the room at present probably held one of the biggest dislikes of the man than any other wrestler.

"Maybe we can get someone to switch…?" Evan suggested, remembering that in a few weeks Phil was supposed to be taking over the Nexus in order to allow Wade to go to Smackdown. "Gabriel might be willing?" Jack nodded suddenly, also remembering the script. "Let's go see!" Evan grinned, grabbing one of Jack's hands and rushing to the stairs.

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Justin stared at Evan and Jack, face completely expressionless. "Let me get this straight. You two want me to trade places with Jack, so I can sleep in the same room as Rey Mysterio and Phil Brooks?" Evan and Jack's faces went from hopeful to kicked-puppy-ish very quickly. "How about you try this, Evan…" Evan perked, "Go ask Phil to trade YOU spots. Christian and Phil don't have any bad blood, so that would work out better."

Evan jumped up, hugging Justin around the neck, "That's a great idea!" He squealed, letting go at the sound of horror that rumbled out of Justin's throat. "Oh… umm… sorry." Evan blushed, looking down at his feet shyly. Justin shook his head slowly, before looking at the oddly-quiet Jack. Their eyes locked, and for a few seconds they just stared at each other. They continued to stare at each other, even as Evan grabbed Jack's hand and pulled him from the room. As the door closed behind them, Justin shook his head and frowned. 'What was that?' He asked himself.

I smell some truth-or-dare in the future XD Uhmmm can you guess what the pairings are? There's two main pairings