Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or any song lyrics that is used as a muse. I also do not own the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.

Warning: Adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

A/N: This is just a simple little one-shot fluffy story for CenaRKO1986. I y'all enjoy.

You're Welcome

Rain pitter-pattered against the window. The roll of thunder sounded loud and clear. He stared out onto the wet street, waiting to catch a glimpse of him. He always waited and watched. Even if he were to catch a glimpse of the older man, it would tide him over until he got to see him again.

He saw his car as it pulled up and parked out in front of the other building. A man with baseball cap climbed out of the vehicle, locked the doors, and ran up the steps to get into the building. He grunted when he lost sight of the beautiful man, but he wasn't disappointed for long.

He could see him from across the way. He could see him throw his baseball cap onto the couch before going to his bedroom The man undressed causing him to let out a slight moan.

"You're such a creeper," Colt said.

"Shut it!" Phil commanded.

"Just stating the obvious." Colt looked through a magazine. "Look, if you ya like the dude, go over there and tell him."

"I can't do that," Phil said as he stared at his best friend and partner in crime. "Have you even looked at him?"

"Yeah...not my type. I'm straight, remember?"

"Humor me."

Colt threw his magazine down and walked over to the window. He stared at the man across the street. He closed his eyes and said, "Pretending to be gay, pretending to be gay, pretending to be gay..." He opened his eyes again. "I see what you're talking about. Oh, shit!" Colt turned away.

"What?" Phil asked as he turned to look.

Colt stopped him and pulled him from the window

"What? He naked?"

"He saw me staring."

Phil's eyes grew wide and they stayed away from the window for awhile.

Phil grew restless and decided to play Sing Star. Colt groaned but indulged his friend's request. They sang and danced around for hours. Colt happened to glance out of the window and caught the man watching them. He smirked and hatched a plan.

Phil got up to sing and Colt danced behind him. He reached for his friend's shirt and ripped it off.

"Why the hell you do that for?" Phil asked.

"Because I can, Punky boy."

Phil shook his head.

They played for a few more minutes before deciding to go to the comic book store. Phil shopped around and talked with the manager about The Walking Dead and some new manga that came out. Colt shook his head and smiled when he walked in.

The large man walked over to Phil and said, "Hi."

The smaller man stared up at him. "Hi...hi."

"I'm John, John Cena."

"Friend's call me Punk."

"Why's that?"

Phil just smiled.

"Not going to tell me? That's okay. I'll find out...eventually."

Phil blushed.

"Would you like to get something to eat sometime?"

"That would be nice."

John gave Phil his number and left.

The smaller man smiled broadly. He ran over to Colt. "Dude, did you see that?"

Colt nodded. "Yup."

"I can't believe he just asked me out like that."

Colt stared at his friend and smiled. "You're welcome."

"What?"

"I'll tell ya later."

Phil nodded and went to buy his comics. Colt shook his head and just smiled. He was such a good friend.

~The End~