Title: You Love It
Rating: PG-13
Warnings Slash, fluff.
Disclaimer: I'm not saying any of this ever happened. Yep.
Pairing(s): Punk/Christian
Summary: Punk & Jay messing around before Smackdown.
Notes: Yeah this was pretty random, I have NO idea where it came from. I guess I'd been wanting to do some non-angsty Punk/Jay for awhile now, and here it is! This one goes out to sxe_milk because she's awesome and has said more than once that I need to write more of this pairing :D Sorry its so short! Oh and I'm thinking of doing a second, non PG-13 part to this, y/n?
Jay was adjusting his wristbands, looking down and pulling tightly at the black tape as he left the locker room when a pair tattooed hands pushed him against the wall. He looked up, startled and smirked at Phil.
"Where have you been?" he asked, rubbing his wrist to make sure his tape was secure.
"Where have you been?" Phil asked, palms flat on the wall behind Jay, effectively pinning him against the wall.
"Around, getting ready for my match," Jay asked as he looked at the short, fuzzy hair that was starting to grow back on Phil's head, and then down into his green eyes, "what about you?"
"It doesn't matter." Phil looked down at Jay's lips, leaning in to kiss him, "C'mere."
Jay closed his eyes and leaned forward until he felt something rough rub against his cheek. Phil's hands slid to his shoulders, pushing him back into the wall as he rubbed his beard all over his face, brushing against his cheeks and chin, making Jay squirm in his wrestling boots.
"Oh god Punk!" He tried to pull his face away with little success, almost smacking his head on the drywall behind him in the process. Phil grinned and brushed his hairy cheeks against Jay's.
"Your beard smells like french fries! Why does your beard smell like french fries? WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HAD FRIES?" Jay yelped as Punk rubbed his chin up and down his face, dangerously close to his right eye.
Phil stopped for a second, giving Jay a chance to breathe, "Hmm... when was our last cheat day? Last week?" He put a hand to his chin as he though about it before going back in to rub his face one Jay some more before he could try and escape.
"Oh god, and it looks like Robin William's knuckles!" Jay laughed, pulling his face away. Phil laughed too, before letting go and crossing his arms, still in front of Jay. "So where were you really?"
"Catering. Eating some fries." Phil smiled and Jay shook his head, grinning.
"You dick."
"You love it," he leaned forward again, and Jay almost pulled away but Phil put a hand on the back of his head and pulled him forward, moving his lips slowly against Jay's and sucking lightly on his lower lip.
Jay forced himself to turn away, "Dammit Punk I'm about to go out," Jay murmured against his lips, adjusting his trunks with one hand.
"What? You wear three fucking layers, no one can see anything!" Phil rolled his eyes.
"We can finish this at the hotel later. Pin me up against the wall again." Jay at Phil before ducking under one of his arms to leave.