Punk waited a week until he tried to talk to Jeff again, mainly because he didn't see Jeff until the next Smackdown taping. Normally, whoever Punk was pursuing at the time would be practically climbing into his bed by this point, but Jeff was definitely going to take a little more time.
As he walked into the arena, Punk grinned when he saw Jeff at the catering table, but the grin quickly faltered when he saw how many people were over there. He couldn't really do much with other people around since Jeff wasn't exactly "out" yet, and he guaranteed he would not be getting laid if he sauntered on over there and blew Jeff's secret. Punk was just going to have to be patient, and wait to get Jeff alone. But patience wasn't exactly one of his strong points.
All throughout the show, Jeff was always around someone, and Punk was beginning to get extremely frustrated. It was like Jeff knew his plan or something and decided to fuck with him. And it didn't exactly help that Beth was being, well, herself.
She just wasn't understanding their little "friendship" was over, and that Punk was moving on to his next lay. Beth was constantly following him around like a lost puppy dog, calling him, texting him, but he figured she'd take a hint sooner or later, so he was ignoring her. And did he feel the least bit guilty about it? Nope.
About halfway through the show, Punk was watching Jeff's match against Edge when he heard someone calling him.
"Phil! Hey, hey Phil!" Said Beth, walking over to him.
Punk groaned, but didn't look at her. "What Do you want?"
Beth walked in front of him. "Well, I'm not doing anything tonight and-"
"No," Said Punk, looking past her to watch the match.
"Oh, ok," said Beth, her face falling. "Well, tomorrow is-"
"No," Said Punk.
Beth raised an eyebrow. "What's with you? We haven't done ANYTHING with each other lately."
Punk sighed, finally looking at her. "We're done."
"Wha, what do you mean, done?" Said Beth.
"I mean, I'm moving on," said Punk.
"What?! Why?!" Said Beth.
"I got bored," said Punk.
Beth glared. "Excuse me?"
"Nothin personal, just business," said Punk, turning his attention back to the match.
Beth just stood there for a few seconds before letting out a frustrated yell and stomping off, pushing past staff workers.
Punk continued watching the match until Jeff won, and then he anxiously waited for him to come backstage. But before he could go over and talk to him, Jeff pulled out his phone and called someone, walking off down some hallway.
"Dang it," said Punk, realizing he had no time to wait for Jeff to get off the phone because he had to go out and make a promo in a few minutes. He sighed, but went ahead and did his promo.
Finally, just as Punk was about to give up and leave for the night, he found Jeff completely alone in a hallway, sitting on a crate, still talking on the phone. Punk grinned and started making his way over there, hanging back for a little bit to let Jeff finish his conversation before he went to talk to him.
"I dunno, I don't really want a big party," said Jeff, fumbling with his shirt sleeve.
"Come on," said Will on the other end of the phone. "It's our 1 year anniversary, I think we deserve a good party."
"Well yeah, but I'd just prefer something personal for our anniversary," said Jeff.
"Hmm, tell you what," said Will. "How about we rent out a club, just for the two of us?"
Jeff half-smiled. "I can get behind that."
"Alright. See you when you get home. Love ya," said Will.
"I love you too," said Jeff, before hanging up the phone.
Punk raised an eyebrow a few feet away. 'A year? With that douche? Why?' He slowly made his way over to Jeff, gaining a smirk along the way. "Hey, Jeff."
Jeff jumped slightly, afraid someone else had heard his conversation, then let out a sigh of relief. "Oh. It's just you."
"Just me?" Said Punk, pretending to act offended.
"I thought you were someone else," Said Jeff, turning towards him. "Were you listening in on my conversation?"
"No," Said Punk, leaning on the wall. "I was waiting very patiently for you to finish so I could talk to you."
Jeff sighed. "What do you want?"
"Oh nothing," said Punk. "It's just that I've got nothing to do tonight, and hotels are boring, especially all by myself, so I was wondering if you-"
"I'm not coming with you," said Jeff, turning away from him.
Punk sighed and took a seat next to Jeff, letting his arm wrap around Jeff's waist and his hand rest on Jeff's thigh. "Come on, I just wanna watch a little tv."
"Oh I'm suuurrreee that's all you want," said Jeff, removing Punk's arm.
"Promise," said Punk with a smirk, holding up his pinky.
Jeff laughed a little at the gesture, and then got off the crate. "Find someone else to watch tv with, I'm busy."
Punk quickly followed him and moved in front of him. "Please? I promise, no funny business. Just two friends, hanging out, and watching a little television."
Jeff sighed, figuring Punk was not going to give this up. "Alright Punk, I'll watch some tv with you."
Punk grinned, and grabbed Jeff's hand. "Awesome! Let's go!"
Jeff laughed casually and pulled his hand free. "Yeah. Let's go."
They got to the hotel in their rental cars and Punk walked Jeff to his room.
"Can't I at least go put my luggage in my room?" Said Jeff, following Punk.
"Nope, I'll get bored," said Punk, opening his room. He then turned to Jeff with a wink. "Besides, you won't be needing your luggage in your room."
Jeff rolled his eyes and shook his head with a smile as he walked into the room. "Does the word boyfriend mean nothing to you?"
Punk chuckled and shrugged, shutting the door. "Sometimes. Now pop a squat. It's chill time."
Jeff sat on the couch and Punk turned on the tv. Punk figured if he could just get Jeff to trust him, it'd be in the bag. He'd just have to make Jeff want it. Luckily, he'd learned a thing or two about seduction throughout his life. But first, he needed Jeff to trust him. "What do you feel like watching?" Asked Punk, sitting next to Jeff.
Jeff shrugged. "Anything's good."
Punk made sure not to put on anything cheesy or romantic, so he put on the walking dead marathon that was on. He had never seen the show, but what could be less romantic than knocking zombie heads off and squashing their brains?
All was going pretty well, Punk had even gotten Jeff to laugh a few times and get more comfortable, until a rather steamy scene came on. Punk was watching, and began picturing him and Jeff like that in his head. 'Damn,' thought Punk, biting his lip a little. But he stifled a groan when his body started reacting to his little fantasy. 'No! Of all the times, not now!'
Punk adjusted his position a little so Jeff wouldn't notice and was just willing for the scene to end already, thinking very un-sexy thoughts. 'Think about the Big Show, think about the Big Show,' thought Punk, looking away from the TV. Eventually, he was able to will his body down, hoping Jeff didn't notice. It probably didn't help that every time Jeff would talk to him all he could do was respond with a grunt.
"It's starting to get late," said Jeff, checking the time on his phone. "I should go."
"It's not that late," said Punk, feeling that he still had a little bit of a bulge going on, and hoping he wouldn't be the only one in his bed tonight.
"Yes it is," said Jeff. "I have to shower and crap, and get to bed early. I've got an early flight tomorrow."
Punk sighed. At least Jeff was more comfortable around him now. That was progress. "Alright. See you next week."
"Yeah. Bye," Said Jeff, grabbing his suitcase and leaving the room. Punk watched him leave and sighed. What he wouldn't give to get into those baggy, black jeans.
Punk figured he could gain Jeff's trust in one, maybe two more weeks, and it'd all be easy from there. But what concerned him was the whole "boyfriend" thing. They were apparently nearing their 1 year anniversary, which made Punk almost feel guilty about trying to pursue Jeff. If he didn't think Will was a total douche bag, Punk would've stopped dead in his tracks and just went after someone else. But knowing that guy could have his hands all over Jeff whenever he wanted made his skin crawl. He didn't understand why, but he was taking this rather personally. Punk had never really felt this way before, it was almost like, he was jealous. He quickly shook that thought away and ran his hands over his face.
"Well, looks like I have to handle my problem on my own," said Punk bitterly, walking to the shower. It had been a long, LONG time since he's had to handle his own hard-on, and he was not happy in the slightest about having to do it now. But he was gonna have to, because Punk seriously doubted Beth was going to be very willing after their conversation. He just hoped Jeff would give in soon.
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