Chapter One-

John Cena sped walk down the hall to his locker room. It had been a hard day at work- no, more like it was hell on Earth and he happened to work for Satan and Satan's son-in-law. All he wanted to do was soak in that comfy hot tub in his room he had been eyeing all day.

His hand was on the doorknob when he heard music coming from inside his room.

"Funny..." he thought "I didn't leave the radio on... Did I?"

He opened the door to see a dark tuft of hair and a set of leering eyes poking out from under the water, and the radio was on a punk rock station Cena had never heard of before.

"Punk Rock... GODDAMN PHILLIP WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY LOCKER ROOM!" Cena shouted in horror as C.M. Punk's wet head bobbed out of the water.

"Relaxing. You have the only room with a hot tub in it and my hip is bothering me." He said before starting to slide under the water.

Pissed that someone had basically broken into his room, Cena grabbed Punk by his hair and pulled his head out of the water. Punk just smiled at him.

"Join me... You'll feel better."

Cena twitched a little as Punk's dark hazel eyes stared into his eyes, almost, it felt like, into his soul. "Ok..." he agreed half hazardly, knowing that he would regret this later.

Cena stripped from his red CeNation shirt and jeans to his black boxers and gently lowered himself into the steaming waters of the hot tub. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a pile of...something familiar on the floor. A hint of red, a splash of light blue, lots of black and a bit of white...

"Phil... Are you in here... Naked?" Cena gulped, fearing his answer.

"We're both men, aren't we?" Punk said, his daunting smile tantalizing Cena.

"Yeah well I mean... You... Why?" is all Cena could get out as he stuttered.

Punk moved a bit closer to him "Does that... Scare you?" he half whispered, playing with Cena's hair maybe to piss him off, or maybe to cultivate the message he was trying to send.

Cena couldn't move. Was Phillip Brooks, one of the biggest womanizers in the locker room... Flirting with him?

Punk smiled and slid away, playing his mind games perfectly, like always.

"So... I'm going to get out. It's hotter than balls in here." Punk said, starting to stand up.

Cena, remembering the circumstances, stood up too quick to push Punk back down, and they both slipped and landed hard, Cena landing on top of Punk.

Their noses touched. Punks hands were on John's pecs. They were only inches apart... Maybe if he said he fell because of the position, John could get one little kiss...

"God, listen to me!" Cena said to himself.

"Homosexual thoughts?" Punk said, hitting the nail on the head.

"No!"

"Yes..."

"No! You're not my fucking type."

"Aha! So you are into men!" Punk laughed with triumph.

"Stop distorting my words." Cena said gruffly.

"I've never kissed a guy before." Punk suddenly said, his laughter fading away.

John's eyes widened."Me... Me either..."

"Maybe..." Punk suddenly whispered. "If we-"

John cut him off with a quick kiss.

Punk pushed him away, hacking his lungs out.

"I WASNT READY! AND WHO SAID THAT I WAS THE-"

John silenced his rant with another kiss, then another.

"Shut up." John growled, wrapping his arms around Punk. John sat down in the hot tub and pulled Punk on top of him, pulling him in for another kiss.

"Don't be greedy!" Punk said when he came up for air.

Then he smiled.

A devilish smile that was forever burned into Cena's memory from that night on.

Punk repositioned himself on top of Cena, bending down and whispering into his ear...

"I want you inside me."