John Morrison had everything he'd ever wanted. He was the world champion, he had a trophy girlfriend in Melina, everything was going his way. John was happy. Or at least, that's what he told himself.

Truth be told, John always felt like something was missing, but he could never figure out what it was. It'd been a full year since Jeff and Punk took off, and he barely thought about Jeff anymore. John kept in touch with Punk, they talked almost every week, but he never heard from Jeff. He just figured it was for the best.

Hunter had shaped up quite a but in Jeff's absence. He tended to be much more likable and approachable. Which was great for everyone Jeff had ever been associated with. Everything seemed to be going well.

John was sitting in his own personal locker room with his arm around Melina, just relaxing in silence. The only sound in the room was Melina's nails tapping on her phone, and John was loving it. A private locker room was the best thing ever. Sure, he could hear entrance themes every now and then as matches started and ended, but other than that, silence. John let out a happy sigh and shut his eyes.

Melina set her phone down and looked over at him, with a small smile. "Don't fall asleep on me."

John smirked. "Sorry, the tapping was starting to put me to sleep."

Melina laughed. "Lemme wake you up." She kissed him and ran her fingers through his hair. John kissed back and ran his hand up her thigh, pulling her closer.

His eyes shot open when he heard 'Cult of Personality' playing through the arena. John pulled away. "No way."

"Hey," said Melina, as John stood up.

"I'll be right back," said John, leaving the locker room.

Melina sighed and shook her head before picking up her phone again.

John went to the monitor backstage. Sure enough, CM Punk was standing in the ring as the crowd roared.

"I can't believe he's back," said Edge, walking up to him. "Jeff too."

John's eyes widened a little. "Jeff's back too?"

"Yeah," said Edge. "I just talked to him in the locker room."

"Huh," said John, taking one last look at the screen before heading to the locker room. "I'll see you later."

"Yeah, later," said Edge, watching the monitor.

When he walked into the locker room, he saw Jeff pulling up his signature arm bands. John bit his lip, wondering if the scars were still as noticeable, or if there were any new ones. He leant against the doorframe. "So, you're back."

Jeff jumped a little in surprise and turned around, seeing John. "Oh. Hey, John."

"Hey?" Said John, walking towards him. "You fucked me, and ignored me for a year, and all I get is a hey?"

Jeff glared softly. "I needed to leave, John."

"I know," said John. "I understand you leaving. What I don't understand is you fucking me right before you did."

"You weren't exactly an unwilling participant," said Jeff, crossing his arms. "And sorry that I didn't realize you'd take that as more than just sex."

"Well sorry that I actually cared about you for more than that," said John. "I thought you were more than just a whore, but I guess I was wrong."

Jeff's face twitched like John struck a nerve. "Maybe you just couldn't match up to Phil."

John scoffed with a chuckle. "You know what, Jeff? I don't even care. I have Melina now, she's way better than you ever were."

Jeff glared. "Then fuck off. Phil's gonna be back soon and you don't need to be here."

"Oh yeah, Phil, the guy you ran off too after fucking me," said John. "Tell me, Jeff, does he know about that?"

Jeff just looked away and John scoffed with a chuckle. "Just what I was thinking. You're too much of a coward to tell him."

"I'm not a coward I'm just not stupid," said Jeff, with a glare.

"Oh like he'd care, he's only with you for the sex," said John.

Jeff was about to respond but Punk walked in. Punk raised an eyebrow. "Woah, tense atmosphere."

Jeff walked up and hugged Punk and John crossed his arms. "You didn't tell me you were coming back."

Punk smirked, kissing Jeff before letting him go. "Surprise."

John smirked back and Punk hugged him. "I didn't tell anyone I was coming back. Trips wanted it top secret."

"How are you and Trips, by the way?" Said John.

Punk shrugged. "We still hate him, he still hates us. But he's been keeping it strictly business."

"That's good," said John.

"Yeah," said Jeff, giving John a small glare. "Wouldn't want any old business being brought up and ruining everything."

Punk looked between Jeff and John and groaned. "Please tell me you two don't already have problems with each other."

"No, no problems. Right, John," said Jeff with a hard stare.

John bit his lip. "Yeah. No problems."

Jeff's eyes softened a little, as if he were saying thank you. John was sure that was the closest thing he was gonna get to a thank you from Jeff.

Jeff left the locker room and Punk turned back to John. "It feels good to be back."

John smirked. "I bet. Driving you crazy sitting at home? You must've been bored."

Punk smirked. "Trust me, there's never a dull moment when Jeff's around."

John chuckled and looked at the ground. "I'll take your word for it."

Punk sighed happily and looked at the door. "He's the one, you know?"

John bit his lip. "I'm glad you're happy."

"How are you and Melina?" Asked Punk.

"Oh, we're great," said John. "Never better."

"That's good," said Punk. "It's about time you got laid."

John chuckled. "Yeah, I'll see you later. Gotta bet back to Melina in my locker room."

"Woah, private locker room?" Said Punk, with a smirk. "You're stepping on up, aren't ya?"

John smirked. "You could say that." He left the locker room and sighed, seeing Jeff getting food from catering. Jeff did look a lot happier now. Healthier, even. He was tanner, and more toned. 'Fuck, he looks incredible,' thought John. He didn't know how he was gonna keep this secret from Punk. It was huge, and had the potential to destroy both his and Jeff's relationship with Punk.

'God, I've been around Jeff for five damn minutes and my life is already getting crazy,' thought John, walking back to his locker room.

Melina looked up when he entered the room. "Punk back?"

"Yeah, Jeff too," said John, sighing. He sat next to Melina and ran a hand over her leg. "So, where were we?"

Melina smirked and set her phone down as John lent her back against the bench.

After the show, most of the roster was going to a club. John didn't want to go because he knew Jeff would be there and he didn't want to face him again, but Melina was insistent on going. And she could be very persuasive when she wanted something.

John sat at a table with Melina at the club. He scanned the club and his eyes fell on Jeff and Punk sitting together at a table across the club. John felt like his eyes were glued on Jeff. He just couldn't take them off of him. Sure, Punk was sitting right next to him. Literally, they couldn't be sitting any closer unless they were on top of each other. And there were plenty of other coworkers around there, but all John could see was Jeff.

"Do you wanna go sit with your friends?" Asked Melina.

"Huh?" Said John, tearing his eyes away from Jeff and looking at Melina.

"You're staring at them pretty hard, you wanna sit with them?" Asked Melina.

"Oh," said John. "Um, no. I don't wanna have to make you move over there."

"It's no problem," said Melina, getting up. "Come on, I wanna talk to them anyways. They've been gone for forever."

John sighed and followed her over to Jeff and Punk's table. "Hey guys!" Said Melina, sitting at the table.

Jeff immediately locked eyes with John as he sat down, but looked away and cuddled closer to Punk.

Punk smirked, putting his arm around Jeff. "What's up?"

Both John and Jeff were silent as Phil and Melina talked, secretly exchanging glances every now and then. As soon as Melina wanted to dance John left to the dance floor. He needed to get away from Jeff before anything slipped out.

They danced for a while before John took a break and went to the bathroom. Right as he was about to leave the room, Jeff walked in. They made eye contact for a split second before looking away from each other.

"I, um, thank you," said Jeff, looking at his feet and fumbling with his hands. "For not telling Phil."

"Sure," said John. "I mean, it was only sex. No big deal."

Jeff rolled his eyes. "Will you just get over it."

"Get over it?" Said John. "That's not something you just get over!"

"Oh you act like you didn't just want to fuck me anyways!" Said Jeff. "You were probably happy that's all you had to do! Don't act like you didn't have your own selfish intents!"

"You have no idea how I felt that night!" Yelled John. "I cared about you! I liked you! A lot! And you left me in the middle of the night and ignored me for a year!"

Jeff looked down as John continued yelling. "So don't you dare call me selfish, you're the one only looking out for your damn self."

John walked out of the room and slammed the door, leaving Jeff to his thoughts. Not long after that he left with Melina and went to their hotel. They slept together as usual, but it felt so different tonight, and John couldn't figure out why.

Just a few rooms over, Punk held Jeff in his arms. "So, what are you and John feuding about this time?"

Jeff sighed. "We just don't get along."

"It has to be something more than that," said Punk. "You both look genuinely pissed with each other, yet you haven't seen each other in a year."

Jeff shrugged. "I dunno, maybe he's mad cause we left."

"Is he mad at me too?" Said Punk, and Jeff shook his head. Punk sighed, deciding to drop it for now. "Whatever it is, try not to let it get involved with work. We don't need anymore personal drama here."

"No kidding," said Jeff, snuggling into him. "You love me, right Phil."

"Yeah, of course I love you," said Phil, furrowing his brows. "Why?"

"No reason," said Jeff.

Phil brushed a thumb over his face. "I've always loved you, Jeff, and I always will. No matter what."

Jeff got a small smile and kissed him. "I love you too, Phil."

AN: Hola! Hope you like it so far! Please review! :)