Jon walked through the halls of the arena they were in for Smackdown with a smile on his face. He didn't have a huge part of this show, so he was hanging out backstage with the other wrestlers. He loved the direction his storyline was going for him and his team.

Things were going smoothly for the three men as they continued to take over the WWE. According to creative they were on the verge of becoming faces and taking on the Authority, and they couldn't wait. While Joe and Colby lost their tag team titles, Jon held on to his US title, and he was loving every single moment of it. He couldn't believe he was finally living the dream he had when he was a teenager. He was working for the greatest wrestling companies of all time. He had thousands of adoring and slightly left of center fans. And he had two of the most desirable men as his lovers backstage. He felt as I nothing could destroy the high he was on.

Then little things started to happen. At first, it seemed like isolated incidents. A diva would innocently flirt with him, or a superstar would look at him the wrong way. All of a sudden, Colby and/or Joe would be by his side in a nanosecond glaring the unfortunate person until they backed off and went about their business. Even Cody wasn't safe at one point, and he and Ted were practically married. He told Colby off after that moment; there was no need to snap like that, after all.

He could have sworn he had heard Joe threatening some member of creative who had come up with a way to break up the Shield early. He laughed to himself at the thought. There was no way their little group was going anywhere for a while, especially with groups like the Wyatts running around. And even when they did, he knew it wouldn't have affected what they had now. They both cared about him too much to let things in the storyline get in the way of what they had. So, why all the drama?

Then there was the small matter of Phil Brooks. The man didn't seem to know when to give up. He hadn't bothered to tell the others about the straight edge superstar, considering what they did to the other people trying to get his attention on a weekly basis. And really, he was so sweet. He had a habit of leaving flowers on his gym bag, going out of his way of kissing his cheek in the hallways, and telling him he had looked good out in the ring, even when he knew he looked terrible. It had gone on since before they started out on the Raw roster.

A movement out of the corner of his eye startled him, bringing him out of his thoughts. He rolled his eyes when he heard Phil laughing affectionately at him.

"Calm down, sweetheart. It's only me." Phil hugged the younger man from behind and kissed shoulder gently. They took a few minutes to catch up on what was going on in the world since they had last spoken.

"I miss these little talks we have," Phil mused after a brief pause between topics. He sighed as he rested his head on Jon's shoulder.

"You know the others don't like it when people do that," Jon said in a mock serious tone as he pulled away. "If they saw what you kissing me-"

"Where are they, anyway?" Phil asked. He looked down the hall cautiously. "You guys are usually fused at the hip these days."

"They are talking to Stephanie, I think," Jon replied. "I am allowed to walk around on my own. They just get a little protective. You wouldn't believe the shit I have heard from people since it's gotten out about what we have going on. Not like it's anyone's business, but what are you going to do It's a good thing we have been able to keep this off the internet." He shook his head in disgust. God, how he hated the internet. "But, still, they worry about me, and they don't like it when other people hit on me."

"They need to calm the fuck down," Phil joked. "The way they don't care about sharing you and that they treat you like royalty, how would you leave something sweet like that, anyway?" He was smiling, but Jon heard a sad note in his voice. His face softened, and he gave Phil a compassionate look.

"You're a great guy, Phil," Jon said, pulling the other man in a small hug. "You'll find someone. How's April doing these days? I heard she's still up for seeing where a relationship would go with you."

Phil winced on the inside. As much as he loved the brief contact with the man in his arms, he wished that Jon would see that they were what the other needed. He could take such good care of him, and he knew that the younger man was just what he was looking for in a lover.

"She is a wonderful girl," he pretended to muse as he tilted his head. He would play along for now.

"That's the spirit," Jon laughed as he clapped Phil on the shoulder and gave him a peck on the lips. "Go get some, baby!"

"Hey Jon, Joe and I were thinking since we really don't have to stick around," Colby was suddenly approaching from a door to the left of where the men were standing. He noticed Phil, and his smile dropped for a split second. "Oh, hi."

"What's up there, Barbie?" Phil threw out congenially. He secretly couldn't stand the kid, but Jon loved him, so there was nothing he could really do. For now, anyway.

"Aren't you funny, Brooks?" the younger man quipped as he raised an eyebrow. Jon shook his head and laughed at his expense. "Anyway, Joe was thinking we could go to the hotel room for some alone time if you're up for it. It's been a while since all three of us had some quality time."

"That's true," Jon said shyly. He felt his cheeks flush, remembering the last time all three of them spent the evening together. Normally the nights would find him curled up with one of the two, but once in a while, all three men would end up sharing one queen sized bed. It was somewhat of a tight squeeze, but it was worth it. Their schedules were not allowing for things like that to happen too much, so they had to enjoy the opportunity when it came their way. He jumped slightly when he heard Phil clear his throat.

"Well, it looks like you three are going to be busy," he said lightly. "I think I'll leave you guys at it. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He dropped a wink and headed towards his locker room. Jon watched him leave and turned back to his lover.

"Do you guys have to do that?" he asked in an exasperated tone. "You guys act as if I'm going to run off with the first person that talks to me for more than ten minutes."

"It's not you we don't trust," Colby shot back. "It's the other assholes around here."

"Phil isn't one of those guys," Jon insisted. "We have been hanging out for a while, and I consider him a friend. He never judged me about my past, and he has been really supportive of me." Jon smiled in the direction Phil had just walked smiling nostalgically. "So, just back off him, OK?"

"You know that we would never do anything to hurt you," Colby said as he took Jon's hand. "I'll try not to freak out when you are around other people. I know that you would never betray us." He leaned in and kissed Jon briefly, loving the smile he bought to his older lover's lips. "Now let's get the hell out of here and have some fun. Does room service and a movie sound good?"

"I thought you would never ask," Jon said as they headed off to find Joe. He looked forward to the rest of the night, but it didn't stop the nagging feeling that something was wrong. He was wondering if it had something to do with Stephanie. He would have to ask them later tonight when they were alone.