Jeff laid in Punk's arms on the couch, breathing in his cologne as Punk tucked a stray hair behind his ear. He would never get tired of that smell. Jeff missed this so much, more than anything else. Just lying in each other's arms. He had no idea where they stood, but right now he couldn't care less. Jeff just wanted to be with Punk and pretend like the rest of the world didn't exist. Like they had no problems, no responsibilities, and that all they had to do was just be here with each other.
Jeff looked up and met Punk's olive eyes, and smiled when a kiss was planted on his forehead. "I missed you so much," said Jeff.
"I missed you more," said Punk, gently shifting Jeff to lie on top of him. Jeff nuzzled into the crook of his neck with a happy sigh. "You got here really fast. I was going to change to make myself look somewhat presentable." Jeff's hair was up in a messy bun, his eyes were red, and he was wearing a white t-shirt with black sweatpants. Not too unlike his ring gear, and not exactly what he wanted to be wearing for this rendezvous.
Punk chuckled softly. "You look perfect, and my bus is parked right in front of the hotel."
Jeff got a small smile. "Well, you certainly look better than usual. I see you finally shaved that squirrel off of your face." Jeff hated Punk's beard with a passion. It was the most uncomfortable thing in the world when they were kissing, and even more uncomfortable when doing other things… He didn't really appreciate the brushy fuzz and poking of it down there. And how long it got was just disgusting. Although, he did really appreciate when Punk went down there, so he learned to live with the beard.
Punk chuckled and stroked his bare chin. "Finally got the ok from Vince to do it. It was a decently big part of my character."
"How long do you think this rivalry is going to go on?" said Jeff, stretching his arms up and over Punk's shoulders. It was beyond annoying to him at this point. The sooner it ended the better. Jeff was honestly starting to get tired of wrestling as a whole. All the stunts were really taking a toll on him, but that's what they hired him for.
"As long as the fans want it," said Punk, circling his thumb above Jeff's waist, slowly dipping under his shirt. "So, if we both start doing a shitty job, I think we'll lose their interest."
Jeff laughed and sighed happily at Punk massaging his lower back. It was always so relaxing when he did that. "We'll also lose our jobs."
"Seems like a small sacrifice to make to be able to stop beating you up every week," said Punk, planting small kisses on his collar bone and sliding his hand up the back of Jeff's shirt.
Jeff let out a very soft sigh but bit his lip as Punk started inching his lip up to Jeff's jaw. "Phil."
"Yeah?" said Punk, pulling his mouth away from Jeff's neck.
"I'm pretty tired," said Jeff, pulling a hand back and rubbing the back of his neck. He actually wasn't, but he needed a decent excuse to not make out with Punk right now. Jeff didn't know why, but he just didn't feel ready for it yet. He wanted to talk about things first before they just jumped back in where they left off. Jeff didn't want to make the same mistakes all over again. He COULDN'T make the same mistakes all over again. Everything was so rushed last time, he wanted it to be special this time. If there was something they always had in their relationship, it was hot, fiery passion, but Jeff wanted more than that this time. He felt like if they just rushed into it again it would blow right back up in their face. Even their first day together was rushed.
Jeff sat at the hotel bar, taking a sip of his drink. He had to take his mind off of things. Jeff had always thought of Punk as pretty cute, and maybe he had a tiny bit of a crush on him, but now, things were out of control. This was the first crush he's had since he broke up with Beth a few months ago. He had seen Punk in the shower earlier that day, and it was probably the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to him. Jeff was just getting out of his shower when he caught a glimpse of Punk out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but look, and it was Punk's fault for not showering with his curtains closed in the first place. When Punk looked back and they made eye contact for a split second Jeff turned as red as a tomato and left the room as quickly as possible. So now here he was, crushing harder than ever after completely humiliating himself, and he couldn't get the naked image of Punk out of his head. Jeff sighed and took another sip of his drink, pushing the empty glass away as he finished. He started feeling a little more than buzzed and groaned. 'Probably time to head back to my room,' thought Jeff. He got up and felt a hand placed on his shoulder. Jeff turned to look and his eyes widened, seeing CM Punk standing there. "Punk?"
"You're not leaving yet are you?" said Punk.
Jeff just shrugged, swallowing nervously and doing everything in his power to not picture Punk in the shower. "What are you doing here?"
"Just came to say hi," said Punk, getting a small smirk at Jeff playing with his hands.
"Oh," said Jeff, biting his lip. "If this is about earlier-"
"No, don't worry about it," said Punk. "I have a great body, I know it's hard not to look."
Jeff smiled and rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I didn't mean to, but I am sorry."
"No it's fine," said Punk. "But, I think you owe me a shower peak."
Jeff's jaw dropped slightly as Punk grabbed his hand and started leading him out of the bar. "Come on, let's go talk on my bus."
One thing led to another that night, talking led to kissing, and it wasn't long before they were in his bed. That had not only been his first time with Punk, it was his first time with a guy altogether. To say it hurt was an understatement. He could remember Punk being worried to go through with it because of how much he was wincing. It didn't just hurt though, it felt amazing. He remembered screaming for Punk to go deeper so loud he was honestly still worried to this day someone heard them. Thinking back on it now made his heart ache, it all seemed so simple back then. Jeff slowly climbed off of Punk and Punk stretched with a groan. "Alright, you want to head down to the bus?"
"Um, no," said Jeff, as Punk got off the couch.
"Why not?" said Punk, getting off the couch with a confused look.
"I just paid for this room already, might as well use it," said Jeff.
"Oh, right," said Punk, he then got a sympathetic tone. "Are you uh, ok?"
"Yeah," said Jeff. "I'm just tired."
"You know, I can still tell when you're lying," said Punk, crossing his arms.
"I just, I don't want to rush it," said Jeff.
"We're not rushing anything," said Punk, taking Jeff's hand. "I mean, we've already done, well, everything."
"I know," said Jeff. "It's just-"
"Look, we'll take it slow," said Punk, caressing Jeff's cheek with his hand. He gently guided Jeff's jaw up and kissed him. Jeff kissed him back with a muffled moan, pulled away when he felt Punk's hands slipping below his waist. "I am tired, though."
"Alright," said Punk. "Let's get you to bed." Jeff laughed cheerfully as Punk picked him up bridal style and laid him down in the bed. Jeff laid his head on Punk's chest as Punk held him. "You're going to sleep in your jeans?" said Jeff, tracing his fingers down Punk's tattooed arms. Some of his tattoos were just plain odd, but that's what he loved about them.
"I mean, if you're insisting I take them off," said Punk, making Jeff smirk.
"Keep your boxers on," said Jeff, as Punk pulled away to slip his pants off.
"That'll be hard considering I'm wearing boxer briefs," said Punk.
"What?" said Jeff. "You hate those."
"Well, I decided to try some, and you were right, they're comfortable," said Punk, pulling Jeff back up against him.
Jeff got a small smirk as Punk's arms wrapped around his thin waist. "I told you so."
"Yeah yeah," said Punk, reaching over and turning off the table lamp.
"Can you turn off the ceiling light too?" said Jeff, sleepily.
Punk sighed and got up. "You just want to stare at my butt."
Jeff chuckled as Punk turned the light off and crawled back into bed. Jeff woke up in the middle of the night and squeezed his eyes shut tightly when he saw a light on. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked over at Punk sitting at the desk. "Phil?"
Punk looked over and immediately shut the book he was reading. "Sorry, I couldn't sleep. I figured reading would tire me out."
Jeff rubbed his eyes. Punk had never been a heavy sleeper, he always had a problem with insomnia. He could hardly sleep through the whole night. Usually Punk would have just woken Jeff up with kisses and have had another round of sex before going back to sleep. "What are you reading?"
"Um, the… bible," said Punk. "You know, it is the only book in here."
Jeff gave a soft chuckle and stretched. "Come lay with me."
Punk closed the book and turned off the desk lamp. He laid next to Jeff and pulled him back into his arms. "Goodnight, babe."
"Goodnight," said Jeff, snuggling into Punk and closing his eyes.
The next morning they were awoken by a loud knock at the door. Jeff groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Who is it?"
"It's Matt," said the person at the door. "Let me in. I've been knocking for ten minutes."
Jeff's eyes widened and he looked over at Punk. "Um, two minutes!" Punk immediately got out of bed, grabbed his pants and walked over to go to the bathroom as silently as possible.
Jeff waited for him to get in before taking a deep breath and opening the door. "Yes?"
"Are you feeling better about Punk yet?" said Matt, walking into the room.
"Um, yeah, all better," said Jeff. He was pretty sure the speed at which his heart was beating right now was deadly. Jeff was worried Matt might even hear it.
"See, I told you the letter would help," said Matt. He raised a brow as he saw a shadow move under the bathroom door. "Who's in the bathroom?'
"What?" said Jeff, his eyes widening. "Nobody."
Matt smirked at him. "It's a girl, isn't it?"
"No," said Jeff quietly. Well, he wasn't lying.
"Uh huh," said Matt. "Well, I'll leave you two alone. I just wanted to make sure you weren't still upset."
"Yeah," said Jeff, as Matt left. "See you later." He looked over at Punk when he came out and let out a deep breath. "That was close."
"No kidding," said Punk. "Still don't want to tell anyone, huh?'
Jeff sat on the bed and shrugged. "I don't know."
"Is it me?" said Punk.
"No," said Jeff. "It has nothing to do with you, I'm just not ready to tell people yet."
Punk sat by him and grabbed his hand. "That's ok. We don't have to tell anyone. I mean, we never did before anyways."
Jeff got a frown and sighed. "Yeah. I actually wanted to talk-"
"Can it wait two minutes?" said Punk. "I really have to pee."
Jeff crossed his arms with a small smile. "Why didn't you go when you were in there?"
"I was trying to be quiet," said Punk, walking to the bathroom.
"Some good that did," said Jeff. He sighed and walked over to the desk. Jeff's eyes widened when he saw his journal sitting on the desk. 'Oh fuck, I left that out last night. I hope Phil didn't see it,' thought Jeff. 'Wait, he didn't… no, he was reading the bible.' Jeff saw the bible sitting on the corner of the desk. 'Even though he hates the bible… No, he wouldn't lie to me.' Jeff took the journal and stuffed it in his bag. Punk walked out and yawned. "What'd you want to talk about?"
"Um," said Jeff. "Just, about us."
"Oh," said Punk, sitting beside him on the bed. "What's up?"
"What are we?" said Jeff?
"Well," said Punk, rubbing the back of his neck. "We uh, are… I don't know." Punk thought back to Jeff's journal, trying to remember exactly what Jeff said. "I'm not sure, but I know you're my other half, and that I need you. I don't want to be just friends with you anymore."
Jeff slowly smiled and then hugged him. "That's exactly what I was thinking."
Punk chuckled. "Imagine that. And, you know, whenever you're ready to tell people, I am too."
Jeff kissed his cheek and got up. "I've gotta get dressed. I've got a flight to catch."
"Who'd you ride here with?" asked Punk.
"Jay," said Jeff.
"Tell him I'll drive you to the airport," said Punk.
"Alright," said Jeff, grabbing clothes and walking into the bathroom. He picked up his phone and called Jay, better known as Christian in the ring, hearing it ring three times before he picked up. Jay had been his right hand man the past six months. He'd noticed something was off about Jeff, and Jeff just lied and said he was still upset over his breakup with Beth. Jay bought it, took Jeff out for a drink, and they quickly bonded and became good friends. Jeff really didn't know what he would have done without Jay.
"Hey, I'm almost ready," said Jay.
"Oh, Phil is going to take me to the airport," said Jeff.
"Phil? What happened to calling him douche face?" said Jay.
"We made up," said Jeff.
"Ah, the bromance has reformed," said Jay. "I feel replaced already."
"You're not replaced," said Jeff. "You're still my best friend."
"Alright," said Jay. "I guess it's fine, as long as you're not sleeping with the guy."
Jeff's eyes widened before he realized it was a joke. He laughed awkwardly. "Why do you always have to go to sex?"
"What can I say, I'm a sex driven man," said Jay. "Besides, he's probably infected from all the divas he sleeps with.
Jeff rolled his eyes. "Shut up. I'll talk to you later."
"Alright, bye," said Jay.
Jeff hung up the phone and sighed. He did wonder about that, how many girls Punk had slept with when they were on their break. Even how many girls he might have been sleeping with when they were together. Jeff never brought it up, mainly because he was almost afraid to know the answer. It'd still be hard for him to ask even now. It was just something that would always just chip away at his heart every time he thought about it. His heart was flat out pulverized by their break-up, the last thing he wanted to do was bring that feeling back again. Jeff finished getting dressed and walked out to Punk.
"Ready to go?" said Punk.
"Yep," said Jeff, giving him a soft smile. They grabbed their stuff and walked out to Punk's bus. When they walked outside of the hotel, Jeff took a breath of the grassy smell and smiled. He looked at the birds drifting by them before looking towards Punk's bus. 'I can do this,' thought Jeff. 'I can do this.'
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