A/N: Thanks for all the nice reviews. Now, I tried to keep this on a weekly basis but somehow I fell behind (kind of busy lately). Anyway, this chapter is divided on two and it happens right after the Money In The Bank PPV. Hope you enjoy :) P.S. I hope to post the second part soon.

ChApTeR 4

"Well, well, well… look who we have here, John Felix Anthony Cena-"

Letting his words linger in the air for a while and lifting a hand up so he could run his fingers along his jaw, the tattooed man known in the wrestling world as CM Punk curved his lips into a smirk as he used his free hand to adjust his newly acquired WWE Championship over his shoulder.

As Punk has been expecting, what he said made the man sitting in front of him to tilt his head a bit to the side so he could take a look back. It was only for a brief moment though, because as soon the blue eyes of the former WWE champion took a glimpse of the man who was standing behind him, he quickly turned his face away once again and went back to what he was doing previously.

"Awww, I hope you are not bitter over tonight. I mean I told you this was going to happen, didn't I?"

John shrugged, even with his back turned, Punk noticed this and he had to bit hard on his lips not to laugh out loud. After all he was enjoying the moment way too much and in his adrenaline high he wanted to breathe in his moment to the fullest.

"What the fuck do you want now?" John mumbled, his voice carrying the dark undertones of the defeated.

"Me? What makes you think I want something? I was just walking around town… you do know this is my town right? Anyway, me and my championship were taking a walk out on this lovely night and somehow word got to my ear than none other than John Cena was here at a bar drinking his sorrows away. I just had to stop by and see for myself."

Now was this true? To a certain point yes. Like he said to John, he has been indeed around town with a few of his closest friends celebrating his victory and the end of his days in the WWE when he heard it, John Cena was still in town and apparently drinking his weight in alcohol in a local bar.

At first he laughed about it and even threw out a comment about how annoying could a drunk John Cena be. But then his mind started to constantly rotate around the other man and as much as he tried to ignore the thoughts, he ended up ending his celebration early so he could sneak into the bar he knew John to be.

He wasn't sure yet why he did that, the only thing he knew was that he was being pathetic and the fact that he was in that precise moment stalking the other man made him sick to his stomach. Could he do something about it? Not really, because whether he liked it or not, John Cena was making him lose all traces of self-control off his system.

Sure, the tattooed superstar was the first to admit that allowing the older man to get so deep into him was beyond ridiculous, especially when at first it has been so easy to put his mind elsewhere. But, he was also aware that at the beginning things weren't as complicated as they were now because one, a tiny little kiss was easy to forget and two, because he had a lot of things going on in his life to focus in such an irrelevant little thing as a smooch.

So yes, things until then were under control...

Then came their second encounter. That one went a bit further than a little insignificant kiss but much as the first it didn't mean anything to him. Yes it felt nice and all that but even as it happened he was very clear that this was John Cena and back then he knew he couldn't allow his mind to dwell in the memory of what was going on.

Things until then were okay, a little awkward feeling but okay… and most importantly, still under control.

But then they kissed for a third time and that's when his mind started to feel compromised. That last time when he and John kissed, things got a bit out of hand because for a moment he forgot about everything but the feeling of John kissing him and how it felt to have the full weight of him crashing hard into his and how his own body reacted to it all.

That moment right there has been intense, weird and fucked up and for long days that has been the only thought he could focus on. Punk didn't like that at all and the anger it provoke in him was the force that made his motors run until he eventually faced and then won over John at the Money In The Bank.

Now he was there…

"Cut the crap. Did you come here to make fun of me and to rub it in my face?" John mumbled and this time he turned his body around so he could face Punk eye to eye.

Flashing what he hoped to be the smuggest grin his face could hold, the new Champion tilted his head to the side and then, ever so slowly, he ran his tongue over his lip ring. "Not at all, John… not at all."

"Then what do you want?" John repeated once again, his words coming off as forced.

"Are you drunk, John?" Clicking his tongue to his cheek, Punk shook his head. "Unemployed, drunk, annoying… you only get from bad to worse. What a shame."

John tensed his jaw and pursed his lips. "Are you done? Good, now fuck off." After saying that, the older man tried to turn around; but before he could do such a thing, Punk grabbed his upper arm and gave a little pull that made the bigger man stumble upon him.

Punk grabbed him, preventing the other man to fall face first to the floor.

"How many of those have you downed tonight?" Punk asked, referring to the glass shoots he saw John consume as he walked into that bar.

Putting his hands against Punk's chest as a level to straighten up, John shrugged once again. One, five, a dozen, why the fuck do you care?"

"I don't care, trust me; how you poison your body is none of my concern. I just want to know because I need to know the level of clarity you still have in you so I know how to interact with you."

"I'm very clear." John said, his lips pursing and his dimples in full display.

Punk watched him through half closed eyes, taking notice not for the first time since he got there that John wasn't wearing one of his too bright t-shirts and his customary jeans short, no… instead of that he was wearing a white button shirt and dark long jeans… a look that suited him much better as he didn't look like a gigantic five year old at pre-school. So there was that and it also helped that he wasn't wearing a cap and that his hair has grown a bit from that hideous haircut he seemed to always get.

"You don't look too clear; as a matter of fact you look drunk out of your mind. Not that I blame you, it must be hard for your simple mind to come up with a plan… I mean I'm sure you didn't really expect to be out of a job tonight and besides drinking I bet you don't know what to do now. Hard isn't it, but that's what you get for underestimate me."

"No, no, no… that's where you are wrong, Phil; I will get my job back before you can even change my name out of this title." John slurred, touching CM Punk's championship and grinning. "I am John Cena, I'm the face of the WWE and Vince won't risk losing me just like that. I'll be reinstated while you sit in your living room watching me wrestle."

Snorting, Punk shook his head. Sure, he knew that what John said was probably right because as much as he hated it he knew that the older man was going to get his job back as fast as he did last time. But until then… "If I were you I wouldn't be so sure. You lost the title to me and since I'm not coming back I don't think Vince is too happy. But luckily for you, I will offer you a nice little job right here, right now and what's best, nothing you haven't done before."

"Ha," John laughed un-amusingly, but not even for a second did he tear his eyes away from Punk's nor his hands away from his chest.

"Don't laugh, it's pretty easy and well paid. I don't know, with the money you can even buy some nice clothing for job hunting." Punk said, lifting a hand and grabbing a button from John's shirt between his thumb and forefinger and giving it a little thug.

John arched an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. "What if I'm not interested?"

"Oh trust me, you are going to be interested whether you like it or not. Come on, let's get out of here…"