Another one…Yes, I know. I have a thing for Wresting slash fictions. There are just way too many obvious attractions in the WWE to begin with. Must be what happens when you travel 365 days a year with guys wearing too much baby oil. ANYWAY, I own neither Mason Ryan, or Phil - CM Punk, and am making no profit. This is purely for my pleasure.

Of all the wrestlers, at Florida Championship Wrestling, he'd picked Mason Ryan to join the band of renegades he'd stolen from Wade Barrett.

He didn't know what it was about the man when they first met, but it soon became quite apparent, even now, sitting in the locker, Ryan was a loner, much like himself. He didn't have any real friends, just people who worked with him because they had no choice in the matter. David and Michael had so many problems with him, that it made co-existing as a team a nightmare.

What the big deal was, Phil didn't know. Hell, Mason was nice enough - when you could get him to talk. And his accent, only slight now, was almost soothing. Many a night had Mason just been talking, and Phil had drifted out, purely due to the lullaby like sound of his voice.

On screen, Mason was a bulldozer. He could take out anything in the world. Heck, just a few weeks back, he'd gotten Big Show parallel to the canvas, and then folded him up like an empty gum wrapper. Didn't really talk much, on screen, but you still did not want to piss him off.

Off screen, however, there was a completely different side to Mason he never expected to see. He was gentle, and quite caring. Even if one of the Diva's was complaining of period cramps, he'd be the one to hang around, and make sure she had enough…things…to keep her going for the week. He also made frequent chocolate trips for said menstruating women, normally the ones who didn't have guys to do that for them.

He honestly didn't see why the male RAW roster seemed to hate his guts. When Mason was first travelling with them, it took nearly three hours for David and Michael to make it clear they wanted nothing to do with him, and most of the rest of the only others willing to take him in were Mike, Cena, and of all the people in the world, Alberto and Ricardo. One thought that stood out was they were all gay. And openly, too.

Alberto and Ricardo were openly together, and Cena was seeing Randy, even though he'd gone over to the SmackDown show. They were doing a pretty good job, last time Phil had heard. Mike and Kevin were together as well, and going well enough, that they actually had to turn Riley against Miz on screen, because things had been becoming way too obvious. After their brawl, just an hour ago, Kevin was still apologising to Mike over it.

He knew things would have been easier for Mason on the SD show. They were generally pretty easy going…But all the gays Mason hung around with…and even the Diva's, Phil often found himself questioning Mason's sexuality. Especially when, at the Draft, when Phil had been so excited about winning RAW a final draft pick for the night, he had kissed Alberto on the cheek.

Mason hadn't even spoken to Phil that night, and had stayed out in the lobby the whole night, much to the dismay of the people working there. The week after, Mason had lost it on screen, and told Phil to 'piss off', and then had a tantrum, and disappeared, leaving the rest of their tiny group more than a little confused.

David and Michael told Phil they were leaving, and Phil only waved them off. He was still lost in thought about soon as David and Michael had shut the door, he could literally see Mason deflate completely. The man looked nearly pitiful, it actually surprised Phil, more so when Mason caught Phil glancing over at him. After a few seconds, Mason's jaw quivered, and the bigger man started sobbing.

Startled, Phil stood up and walked around the locker room to get to Mason, and put a hand on his back cautiously. Mason never even seemed to notice. He just sat there, head in his hands, his huge shoulders shaking. Phil let him cry. He knew it had been a long time since Mason had cried - since his first night on the job, officially as part of the WWE, not the place Phil had, as Phil was starting to think now, rescued him from."It's okay." He cooed softly to Mason, who shook his head violently. Phil patiently waited for Mason to calm down enough to get words out, instead of strange head gestures and hiccups.

"Why isn't it okay, Mason? What's wrong? Is it you're lonely? What is it? I can't help you if I don't actually know what's going on." Phil asked, pulling a chair over, and sitting in front of the man. "We're not leaving until I know you're truly okay." Phil warned him, leaning back, resting his leg on his knee. His leg had been tweaking him for ages now. He'd need to see what was wrong with it.

"…I just…" Mason swallowed slightly. "You wouldn't get it, Phil…You get most other things. But you won't get this."

"What is it, Mason? Avoiding this won't get you out of here. You may be bigger, but I'm quicker." Phil warned him, as Mason's eyes flicked to the door.

"Y'know how…" he sighed gently, before continuing. "…Mike, and Alex, and Cena, and Alberto and Ricardo are all willing for me to stay? And why the Diva's are pretty comfortable with sharing a room with me if you and I have a disagreement.

That was a pretty damn friendly word for a shouting match, Phil couldn't help but think, but he let Mason continue, nodding to let the bigger man know he could continue, although he was more than 100% certain his previous suspicions were correct.

"I'm…kind of…gay." He admitted meekly. "That's why I was alone the day you chose me from Florida - it'd come out one night…That was the day I swore I'd stop drinking." Mason admitted, biting his lip heavily.

"And…lately, I've been falling for one of our little group…" Mason continued, smiling up at Phil, wiping his eyes a little miserably. "I told you, can we go? I understand if you'd rather not stay in the same room as me." The Welsh man said quietly.

Phil smiled, offering Mason his hand.

"C'mon! We've got an appearance on SmackDown tomorrow, and we need you rested and ready."

"You mean…you won't…"

"Of course not, Mace! You're the closest thing to a best friend I have, and I'll accept you no matter what. C'mon." Phil said simply, helping Mason with his bags.

"Don't worry about the Smackdown roster - half the roster there aren't straight either. Even some of the Diva's are lesbians." Phil admitted to Mason.

"Really? Any…couples?" He asked, and Phil chuckled."More than you can count. Heath and Justin are together, Wade and Drew, Cody's goin' out with Evan Bourne. Christian and Adam were seeing each other, until Adam had to leave…Should have heard those two bawling over it...Josh Matthews and Matt Striker are together...Layla and Rosa Mendes, Kaitlyn and AJ. Half the roster over there are either bi or gay, Mace. The ones that aren't are pretty laid back. RAW's for the snobs." Phil filled him in. Mason actually looked interested for a second, before he bit on his lip once more.

"Phil?" Mason asked, very quietly when Phil pulled up into the hotel parking lot. Phil turned the ignition off, and turned towards his friend, a grin spreading over his face.

"Yeah?" He asked, only to be silenced by a pair of lips locking onto his desperately for a second, before they disappeared, and Mason was gone, running towards the building, quite noticeably cursing at himself for having no control.

Phil sat there, in complete shock. He had expected David, or Michael...but he himself? He wouldn't have ever pegged that. Why would Mason love him?

And why did Phil enjoy that way more than he should have? He frowned. He was going to need a hell of a lot of Pepsi to make him through this night...

Well, what did you think? Love it, hate it? First chapter...I dunno how many chapters this will be. I'll find out on the way along when it's time for this to end...

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