John woke up with a yawn and saw Jeff still fast asleep in Punk's bed. He heard the shower running so he figured that's where Punk was. John sighed softly as he looked sorrowfully at Jeff. He couldn't help but feel responsible for what Jeff was doing. The last time Jeff did it was because of him.
Punk walked out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist and sighed. "He's still not up?"
"Can't you just wake him up?" Said John.
"He doesn't sleep well," said Punk, grabbing some clothes. "This is the most he's slept in a long time."
"Well, make sure you're out here when he does wake up," said John. "Explaining the situation will work a lot better coming from you."
Punk chuckled and walked back into the bathroom. "Alright, yell if he wakes up."
"I think you'll hear him yell first," said John, getting out of bed. He changed while Punk was in the bathroom, making sure Jeff didn't wake up during it. John crossed his arms when he looked at Jeff. He didn't want to be mean to him anymore, but Jeff would know he knew if he just started being nice out of nowhere. And if Jeff found out he knew, there would probably be some serious consequences for Punk. John was stuck, there was no way around that. He looked at Jeff's arms, and almost wanted to peek under his sleeves.
Before he could even really consider it, Punk walked out of the bathroom and crawled back into his bed, cuddling Jeff again.
"Is he gonna freak out when he wakes up being held?" Said John.
"Probably," said Punk. "But this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, so I'm gonna take full advantage."
John chuckled and sat on his bed. "If he punches you, it's your own fault, and I'm gonna laugh."
"He won't punch me," said Punk, brushing Jeff's hair out of his face. "His head will hurt too much to."
John smirked. "How much did he drink?"
Punk shrugged. "I walked away for like five minutes and when I came back he already drank the bar."
"Was he drinking when you were with him?" Said John.
"No," said Punk. "He normally doesn't drink when I'm there. He knows I don't like it."
"Maybe you just need to chaperone him 24/7 and he won't do anything bad anymore," said John, with a smirk.
Punk smirked back at him. "Shut up." He felt Jeff start to stir and looked down at him as Jeff's eyes fluttered open. "Good morning."
Jeff got a puzzled look and squeezed his eyes shut, groaning. "What are you doing in my room?"
"Technically, you're in my room," said Punk. "John's here too."
Jeff looked over and John and quickly looked down to make sure he had clothes on.
Punk chuckled. "We didn't do anything last night, cause someone can't be trusted alone at a bar for five minutes, and it'd be no fun fucking you if you couldn't remember it."
Jeff buried his face in Punk's chest with a soft whine. "Stop yelling."
"I'm not yelling," said Punk. "I'm closer to whispering than yelling."
John smirked and got up. "Well, good luck with that, Punk. I'm gonna go to the airport."
Punk smirked as John left the room. He looked down at Jeff and gently kissed his forehead. "Does someone have a headache?"
"Shut. Up," said Jeff half-heartedly, making Punk chuckle.
John thought really hard about the situation with Jeff over the week until the next Smackdown. He came up with one solution: to completely ignore and avoid Jeff. That way, John wasn't calling Jeff a whore, but he wasn't being nice to him either. So, when he walked into the arena and saw Jeff and Punk, John walked right past them and didn't look in their direction a single time. Jeff raised an eyebrow but didn't think much of it, until he noticed John didn't insult him a single time throughout the whole taping. That was weird.
Jeff pushed John to the back of his mind as he went out and did a segment with Punk. With Punk being straightedge, of course his past drug use had to be brought into it. Jeff knew not to take any of it to heart, but when the insults were coming out of Punk's mouth, it was difficult to ignore.
John couldn't help but notice Triple H was watching their segment with a smirk plastered on his face the whole time. Sure, Trips would watch other segments, sometimes with the same smirk, but he seemed really enthusiastic about this feud in particular.
When they got backstage, Punk immediately reassured Jeff that he didn't mean any of it. "I swear, Jeff," said Punk. "It was all just words."
"I know," said Jeff, leaning up and pecking his lips. "You had a script."
"You sure?" Said Punk, a worried look on his face. "You don't feel, bad, about yourself, or anything?"
"No, I don't," said Jeff. "Stop worrying so much."
"Stop making me worry so much," said Punk, kissing Jeff. "I care about you. Believe it or not you're worth more than your ass."
Jeff chuckled a little but looked away timidly.
John sighed as he watched them from a little ways away. Triple H meddling in all of this over jealousy really infuriated him, especially now that he knew what was going on with Jeff and Punk. Not to mention, he lost a possible title shot because of it. John walked away to the men's locker room and Jeff looked over at him suspiciously. "John's acting weird."
Punk widened his eyes but quickly shook it off. "Uh, how so?"
"He hasn't called me a whore all day," said Jeff, crossing his arms. "It's really weird."
Punk just shrugged his shoulders anxiously. "Maybe he just had a change of heart."
Jeff narrowed his eyes. "Do you know something about this?"
"No," Punk quickly answered. "Definitely not. Why?"
"He's your best friend," said Jeff, looking back at John. "If either of us would know it'd be you."
Punk sighed with relief inwardly. "Oh, yeah. He hasn't said anything."
"Do you think he's mad about my title shot?" said Jeff.
"Just forget about him, baby," said Punk, wrapping his arms around Jeff's waist and starting to kiss his neck.
Jeff sighed softly and let Punk kiss his neck, locking his arms over his shoulders. Punk bit his lip and pecked Jeff's lips before grabbing his hand. "Come on, you've got a looonnnngggg night ahead of you."
Jeff chuckled and held Punk's hand, leaning his head on his shoulder.
At around four in the morning, John woke up in his hotel room to Punk whacking him over the head with a pillow. "Dude," said John, squinting his eyes when Punk turned the light on. "The fuck?"
"Could you be more obvious?" Said Punk with an irritated tone. "Jeff is getting suspicious of you."
John sighed and rested his forearms over his eyes. "I don't know what to do, Punk."
"Can't you just go back to doing what you were?" Said Punk. "If he finds out you know it's gonna come down on me, not you."
"I know," said John, sitting up. "But I can't insult him anymore. I can't even think of any insults. Every time I see him I just think about his arms."
"I knew I shouldn't have told you," said Punk, with a groan.
"Would you rather you didn't tell me and I was still attacking him and giving him more reasons to cut himself?" Said John.
Punk sighed. "No, he just can't find out you know."
"He won't," said John. "I promise."
"You better keep that promise," said Punk, sounding distressed. "I can't lose him."
John sighed. "I don't understand you two."
"No one does," said Punk, turning off the light again.
John groaned and ran his hands over his face. He got up and ran some water over his face before going back to bed. Jeff was apparently a lot smarter than he gave him credit for. There was only one way to go about this now, he would have to "accidentally" discover Jeff's cuts. How John was going to do that, he didn't know, but he was not going to let Punk down. Punk had made it crystal clear he needed Jeff in his life just as much as Jeff needed him, no matter how much either of them denied it. John just hoped he hadn't bitten off more than he can chew.
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