Basically, this is a little temporary present in order to get JoMoFan-Spot a little more time. Its been a rough week all around for both of us, and in addition to that she got sick a few days back. Add to that her stress because Cal-Wills birthday was right around the corner-today I think actually-and it certainly wasn't helping. So this little fluffy piece was born, in order to take a little pressure off of her. I'm sure she'll get something out, probably another amazing graphic of hers, but until then, Cal, this is your happy birthday from both of us!
"Well well well Phillip," Jeff smirked from the end of the bed. "Haven't you been a bad boy lately?" Punk groaned from where he was cuffed to the bed, tugging lightly on the cuffs.
"Of course not Jeffery," he threw back. "Now how did you get into my room?"
"Woman at the front desk was exceptionally helpful," Jeff told him. "Now why have I been hearing about you going out all night, hanging around the less savoury people on the roster, and all around just being more of a brat than usual?" Punk rolled his eyes.
"Why do you even care?" he snapped. "It's none of your business." Jeff crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.
"I care because I love you," he reminded the raven haired man. "And in fact, it IS my business because you're my boyfriend." Punk rolled his eyes before he yelped as Jeff hit his exposed thigh.
"HEY!" he snapped. "What was that for?"
"Stop being a brat," Jeff snapped. "Why the hell is all of this going on?" Punk looked away, and was rewarded with another slap on his thigh.
"Stop that!" he yelled.
"Not until you tell me what the fuck is going on with you!" Jeff barked at him.
"I'm scared!" Punk yelled, immediately looking away from his boyfriend. Jeff sat next to him, reaching out to rest a hand on his boyfriend's thigh gently.
"Of what Phil?" he asked softly. Punk shook his head, refusing to meet Jeff's eyes.
"Phil." Jeff stated calmly.
"Of turning out like my dad," Punk finally admitted. "It was what I used to fear most as a kid, turning out like him. Wondering if alcoholism was in my genes. It was the main reason I went Straight Edge straight from the start, because I didn't want to turn out like him. And now with everything Jericho's saying…"
"You're wondering again," Jeff finished. "He's bringing up all the old fears, all the old questions." He moved to straddle Punks hips, reaching out to cup the raven-haired man's cheeks and tilted his face back to face his own.
"But Jericho's an ass," he pointed out. "He came back just because he was affronted at someone claiming they were the 'best wrestler in the world' because they were better than him." Punk let out a soft huff of amusement.
"True," he agreed.
"You're stronger than that," Jeff assured him firmly. "You don't need to drink or do drugs. You're you, and I love you for that." He leant down and stole a kiss from his boyfriend, Phil mewling into his mouth slightly.
"Can I trust you not to run now?" Jeff teased softly, Phil nodding slightly in reply. Jeff smirked as he undid the cuffs, collapsing beside his lover as Phil rested his head on Jeff's chest and threw a leg over the TNA stars hips. Despite what Jericho said, Phil knew that as long as he had this man in his life he'd never be pushed to drinking.