Disclaimer: Sorry it took so long guys… college.

Randy was legitimately freaking out in his own mind right now. He had no idea what he should do right now. Should he throw his arm around Punk's shoulder as they walked or just let him be? He had tried starting a conversation with the man but he kept it short, answering Randy's question with the bare minimum. He actually felt like a dick too, what with suggesting the bar and all. Kofi hadn't told him about Punk's straight-edge lifestyle because if he had known he would never have suggested this. He would have suggested that maybe they just go hang, well where? There wasn't really any place open besides bars. Sighing to himself, Randy just let it go and decide to have fun, as much as he could at least. Maybe he could figure out Punk, like why he was so distant and seemed to be annoyed by Randy. He hadn't done anything to earn that reaction. At least he didn't think so. He had done a very good job at keeping his dick in his pants so to speak. Yeah he had always been a bit of a man whore but he felt like he was getting to a point in his life where he wanted, no needed someone to settle down with. Once they got to the bar he noticed that Punk tensed up a bit and when he followed his eyes he saw him staring at a big Samoan.

"Punk, you okay?" The way his date was acting made him worry. Like there was some sort of history there and it wasn't good. Punk seemed almost scared of the guy. About this time they were getting their seats at a table and Randy still hadn't gotten an answer from Punk but lucky for him Colt piped up.

"That's his ex. They didn't really end well." Okay so now he knew who the man glaring at Punk was but why did his date look so scared? Some people have bad breakups but they weren't scared of their ex. It made Randy wonder what really happened. Sitting down beside Punk, Randy tried to block his view of the other man. He just wanted Punk to have a good time and not have to worry about his ex. That would prove a bit difficult however, as the Samoan decided that he was going to make his way to their table as Colt left with their drink order. He stepped right up to the table and stood right in front of Punk, staring at Randy.

"Well aren't you pretty." He smirked probably trying to be smooth and charming. In reality though he was just making himself look like a dick. No respectable man would flirt with another while he was on a date with another.

"I know you're not talking to me because you can obviously see that I'm here with someone." The guy so did not like that. His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared, his attention being drawn to Punk when he chuckled who immediately stopped at his intense glare.

"Why do you wanna be here with him when you can be here with me?" This guy was persistent. He just wouldn't leave Randy alone would he? Sighing, Randy shook his head and sighed.

"Shit if I knew I had a chance with you… well I still would have chosen him." He said motioning to Punk, causing everyone at the table to snicker. Randy was surprisingly serious though. While Punk wasn't usually the type of guy he went for, the man intrigued him. He didn't know what it was but he did know that he would never go for this Samoan. He was too cocky.

"Just leave Roman." Punk's voice came in an almost whisper like fashion. The Samoan, who he now knew as Roman, whipped his head around to face Punk and the brunette looked like he immediately regretted speaking.

"Alright bitch looks like I need to break you again." Roman grabbed Punk's upper arm and jerked him to a standing position just as stood to his full height.

"Let him go." Randy bit out. If there was something he hated more than anything in the world it was an abusive asshole. Now he knew why Punk was scared. Instead of heeding his warning though he just scoffed and started to pull Punk away.

"I said let. Him. Go." Randy's steel blue gaze never as he waited for Roman to make the smart decision.

"He's my property and I'll do what I please with him. Maybe the bitch shouldn't have run away." At this point he had let go of Punk to try and stand toe to toe with the 6 foot 5 Randy Orton and he had the audacity to lightly shove him. Oh hell no! Clenching his jaw and balling his fists Randy was ready to fight Roman and just as he was about to strike he felt someone's hands on him. Looking down he noticed that Punk hand one hand on his stomach and the other grazed his bicep.

"Randy let it go. Let's just leave… please." That was weird. Randy was never calmed so easily when he got enraged like that. Yet all Punk had to do was touch him. To ease Punk's troubled mind he did as he was asked. He, Kofi, Coltrane Punk all left the bar but not before Randy threw a parting comment over his shoulder to the Samoan to not bother Punk again. They started back to the venue because that's where they were all parked when Colt brought something up.

"Are you gonna be okay to be home by yourself tonight, Punk?" Randy looked over at the slightly shorter male as Punk shut his eyes and shook his head.

"I have no fuckin clue. Shit!" He cursed out and sighed.

"You could stay with Randy." Kofi spoke up drawing Randy's attention. Sure Randy might not have a problem with Punk staying with him tonight to ensure Punk's safety but Kofi could have at least run it by him first.

"I can't just impose like that Kofi, plus we barely know each other."

"You wouldn't be imposing." Randy shocked himself by saying. He didn't want Punk to be in fear tonight though so if all it took was to be in the same vicinity as Randy, then he would gladly offer up his home. Punk looked at him as if gauging whether he was serious or not before speaking up again.

"Randy you don't have to."

"What if I want to? It'd make me feel better if you did. You can take the bed and I'll take the couch, no big deal." With a little more encouragement from his friends, Punk finally agreed.

"Great, now give me your keys." Colt demanded while holding out his hand as they stood in the parking lot of the venue.

"Why?" Came Punk's one worded question.

"Because it's late, I'm tired and I don't want to wait for a cab to finally come around that corner some can hail. You can just ride with Randy anyway since you're going with him. Now fork them over." Colt smiled smugly and mumbling something under his breath that Randy didn't quite catch he dug in his pants pocket and threw the keys to Colt.

"It better come back to me in the same condition." Punk said as Colt and Kofi were getting in. Turning to face Randy he asked where his car was making him chuckle.

"I didn't drive my car tonight." He stated while going over to his 2009 custom Harley-Davidson and getting on.

"Come on. It won't bite." He smirked as he held out his hand to an obviously reluctant Punk. Mumbling again , this time about how dangerous this was, he kicked his own leg over the back and hopped on. Randy didn't know if was talking about the motorcycle or the fact that he would be staying the night at the house of almost a complete stranger.

"Hold on." Randy said before bringing his Harley to life and taking off down the road. Punk's arms immediately tightened around his waist as they started moving faster through the traffic.

Almost thirty minutes later they arrived at Randy's house in the gated community. When he killed his bike Punk climbed off, allowing Randy to kick his long leg over as well before leading Punk into his house. He wasn't really going to worry about putting the Harley in the garage because he knew nothing would happen to it in his neighborhood.

"Uh… so here it is. Bedroom is upstairs, third door on the left bathroom's attached. Just make yourself at home." He said while starting to unbutton his shirt and head into the kitchen to grab them something to drink. Punk followed him however, looking slightly impressed.

"Your home is beautiful. Kinda more than I expected from you." This made Randy let out a loud rich laugh as he handed Punk a Pepsi. He noticed Punk had a thing for them while they were at the concert because it was the only thing he would drink.

"Thanks, I think." Shrugging the rest of the way out of his shirt he walked into his living room. He didn't really think twice about partially undressing because it was part of his normal routine. It's what he did whenever he came home. When he looked back he saw Punk staring at him, or his body at least. When the older man caught his eyes he looked away really fast and blushed. Randy knew it was because of his lack of clothing and even though he should have felt even a little bad he couldn't bring himself to.

"I uh… really like your tattoos. I couldn't really see them at the concert. They're really quality." He did a pretty decent job of saving himself but he kept rambling which ultimately gave him away. Slowly, Randy started back towards Punk who was still standing in the kitchen and stood in front of him, reaching for the front of his shirt. He had seen part of Punk's chest piece and ever since then he had wanted to see more. Randy unbuttoned the next two buttons of Punk's shirt and his breathing hitched as Randy's fingers grazed across his chest pushing the fabric away to look at it. The serpent head on his left peck was the first thing he saw then his eyes roamed the rest of his chest as he took in the skull then the water element he had wrapping around everything flowed well into the water tattooed on his left arm and to finish it off and add a pop of color he had the small red flowers. Even though most of his other tattoos, from what he could see of his arms, were far from the same genre if you would but they all flowed so well. They were aesthetically pleasing to say the least. His steel blue orbs met Punk's olive green eyes as he looked back up at the older man's face. There was something in those eyes that he wasn't sure he could decipher until Punk attacked his mouth that was. His tongue kept pressing against the seam of Randy's lips until he opened for him then their tongues battled for dominance and Randy sure as hell wasn't going to lose that battle. Punk had him pressed up against the counter behind him and Randy could feel the bulge he was starting to form against his thigh. He knew what Punk wanted from him then.

"Punk wait…" Randy didn't want to rush into this like he normally would and risk ruining this. Pu k was different from the others. Why he wasn't sure but he knew he wanted to find out the answer. He also didn't want Punk to regret this decision later on.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked and as an answer Punk reclaimed his mouth. Well alright then, he would definitely be up for this challenge. Wrapping Punk's let's against his waist, he took them upstairs and to his bedroom where he flung Punk onto the bed. He was going to be in for one hell of a night.

A/N: Sorry it's short guys but I felt like if I made it longer than it wouldn't have been as good of a quality.

Love,

Wondercake