CHAPTER 4

The next morning, Punk heard someone knocking on his hotel door and his eyes slowly opened. He squinted to see the big digital clock on the bedside table, it was eight o' clock. Punk got up and looked through the peephole, seeing John standing outside. Of course, he was in a grey suit. He opened the door.

"John?"

"Good morning."

"Are you just getting back?" Punk rubbed his eyes. They were supposed to be rooming together last night after the party.

"I stayed with Nikki," He said, walking into the room.

Punk switched on the room light, feeling his vision come into focus. "Got laid, I assume?" Punk smirked and stretched his arms overhead. He sure hoped that was the case. Punk didn't mind the company, but he would prefer having an open room for… visitors. Mainly one visitor in particular. They had one more night here for the week, and he fully intended on breaking in the hotel bed and waking up tangled in blue hair.

"Damn right." He laid back on one of the beds with a content sigh. "So, what about you?"

"What do you mean?" Punk said, pulling on a white t-shit. He had slept shirtless in just his grey sweatpants.

"How's Jeff?"

Punk shrugged. "Fine, I assume. I walked him to his car."

"No, I mean in bed."

"I didn't sleep with him." Punk sat on the edge of the other bed.

John sat up. "What? But it went so well."

"It WAS going well until you decided to sit with us. But he didn't want to anyway."

"Oh, right. But you two were practically eye-fucking each other all night. How did you not score?"

"He just didn't want to do it, he wasn't there for that."

"Bullshit."

"I'm serious. He didn't even want a kiss. There was nothing I could have done to convince him otherwise."

"Jeff doesn't strike me as the whole 'wait until marriage' type. Also, side note, I know you said he was hot, but damn. I mean, I don't even like guys-"

"Keep your eyes on you own tail."

John smirked. "Possessive already. He's got you wrapped up good."

Punk sighed. "I am not 'wrapped up.' I'm just, I'm gonna go shower."

He really wanted to argue against John, but he just couldn't. Punk felt like his guard was coming down much too quickly around Jeff, it was worrying. He could not let himself fall for someone like that. Not again. This would be purely a fling. Nothing else. Punk let his thoughts unravel under the steady pressure of the shower. He was determined to get Jeff out of his mind, at least for right now.

When he finished, he got dressed and headed down to the lobby. He was wearing his usual style: Black hoodie, white T-shirt, and blue jeans. Punk had never really put much thought into his clothes, but now he couldn't stop thinking about what Jeff would like. Did Jeff really like the V-necks? Should he keep wearing them? Or was he just being sarcastic?

Punk walked into the hall for the meeting he was supposed to go to. Something about with a storyline. Punk had no idea what it was about, but he was just happy they had a plan for him. For once. He couldn't remember the last time he had a storyline important enough to warrant a meeting.

When Punk walked into the meeting room, his interest immediately peeked, seeing Colby in there as well, with some members of the creative team. He took a seat and looked over the room, seeing everyone engaged in small talk. Punk heard the door open again and his eyebrows quirked when Jeff sat next to him. He looked incredible in his gray hoodie and jeans. Everything he wore looked designer, and Punk was sure it was. He'd never been into the high maintenance style before, but Jeff wore clothes so well.

"What are you doing here?" Punk said, sounding more excited than he intended.

"Well, good morning to you too."

Jeff gave him a small smile and Punk immediately felt himself want to smile back. He was just so contagious. Punk couldn't help but glance down at his lips. The feeling of them on his jaw was not something he'd quickly forget, and he certainly didn't want to.

Punk thought for a second they were putting him and Jeff in some sort of romance angle, or at least he really hoped. Though considering Colby was here, that was highly unlikely.

After a few moments of silence Jeff responded. "Maybe they're putting us in a storyline together."

Punk's thought immediately went back to the idea of a romantic storyline, but he quickly hid his excitement.

"Well, this is a storyline meeting, where we typically discuss storylines."

"Shut up. You know what I mean."

Punk raised a brow, trying not to look over at Jeff. He knew once he did he'd never be able to look away again.

"You think they're putting us together, together?"

"Yes together together. What are you, in middle school?" Jeff leaned back in his seat, looking over at Punk.

"Funny coming from you. You look like should be in middle school." Punk swallowed nervously. Maybe they were actually putting him in a storyline with Jeff.

"Well that's especially funny coming from the guy who tried to kiss me last night." Jeff turned in his chair to face Punk.

Punk looked over at Jeff, immediately getting caught in his gaze. He could tell this was going to be a long game of cat and mouse with Jeff. Punk wondered how long it'd be until they wound up in a hotel room. Would it ever even get there? Maybe Jeff just loved to flirt.

The room began quickly filling up. Punk squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed them, still trying to fully wake up.

"Do you not want a storyline?"

Punk opened his eyes again, looking over to find Jeff staring at him, the green eyes immediately captivating Punk again. He started feeling his inhibitions slip away again the longer he looked into them.

"Oh, trust me, I want, and will be getting much more than that." Punk made sure to keep his voice low, only audible to them. He was not about to let Jeff think he had all the control here. Sure, Punk was sure Jeff had about every ounce of the control here, but he didn't need to know that.

"You sound pretty confident about that."

"I am." The voices started to dim and they faced back towards the creative members. Punk sat back in his chair, only paying attention to his thoughts. He probably came on a little strong there. Or very strong.

The head writer quickly spoke up and started running down the overall plans for the coming months. It was nothing to do with Punk yet, which was good because he wasn't paying any attention. His mind had one sole focus right now, and it was sitting right next to him. Punk at least kept himself from looking over at Jeff, publicly eye-fucking him wasn't exactly the most professional thing to do during a meeting. Though whatever cologne he was wearing was incredibly distracting.

Punk straightened out in his seat and took a deep breath before tuning in on the announcements. They were discussing Colby's upcoming title matches, just listing off the handful of opponents he'd be defeating. Punk did his best to contribute to the meeting, pushing any bitterness aside. For now. He even offered up some ideas for potential storylines for Colby. Punk was very careful not to look over at Jeff when he was speaking. One smirk would toss his focus straight out the window.

After a few more minutes, they wrapped up that discussion and immediately went on to the next topic. Punk's interest peeked when he heard Jeff's name.

"Now, we're going to start building up a team with Jeff Hardy and Seth Rollins," The lead creative writer said.

With Seth Rollins? Punk thought, holding back a scowl. Why him? Why not me? Fuckin Colby.

"We're bringing him in as your trainee, and for right now he'll be shown as your friend on television, but you'll both be working in your own programs." Jeff nodded in response.

"Not to be impatient, but where exactly do I come into this?" Punk grumbled.

"You're starting a rivalry with Jeff and John Cena," The writer said.

Punk's eyebrows quirked. Well, I guess that works too.

"We will discuss all the details later when you get your scripts, for now continue on as usual."

Jeff got up to leave, and Punk quickly followed after him.

"Well, not exactly as expected," Punk said as they walked back towards the lobby. He really was excited for the rivalry. Stepping into the ring with John always elevated careers. Maybe he was finally getting back on top. For good.

"Much better than expected, really."

"Now I'll get to prove I can kick your butt."

Punk smirked when Jeff shot him a glare. This feud was definitely planned to be high caliber since it got its own meeting. And the extra time with Jeff was certainly appreciated.

"You certainly seem excited about it," Jeff said.

"I will eventually be fighting for the title, that's exciting."

"And here I thought the excitement was for me."

"I'd be lying if I said that wasn't part of it," Punk said as they walked into the hallway with the elevators.

He threaded his fingers into Jeff's when they stopped. Punk's other arm slipped under Jeff's hoodie, pulling him close. He felt Jeff's back curve into his grasp, reveling in the warmth that came from his body. Punk gently rubbed a thumb over Jeff's lower back through the thin material of his shirt.

"You've got a real habit of grabbing me in hotels," Jeff said. Punk could hear the shakiness in his voice. Jeff's hands found their way up to his chest, resting over the curve of his pectorals. Punk tried to keep his heartbeat as slow and steady as possible, knowing Jeff could feel it. The things he wanted to do right now…

"We've still got another day here, you know."

Punk pulled Jeff closer, his calm demeanor betrayed by the beating of his heart. He angled his face to curve into Jeff's, their lips an inch apart. Punk's brain was telling him to stop, but his heart silenced the protests. Desire very quickly overcame his sense.

Before he could lean in any further, they were interrupted by a shutter and flash. A person stood at the end of the hall, face hidden by his phone, which was pointed directly at them. Fuck, Punk thought.

Jeff pushed off from Punk and the person immediately dashed away. They were now probably minutes away from the picture spreading like wildfire over Twitter. His face looked flustered and panicked, as he took a few steps back. Punk thought he almost looked scared.

"Jeff!" Punk quickly grabbed his elbow when he tried to walk away. "Hey, don't worry about it."

His face was still contorted in stress, and Punk resisted the urge to run his thumb over Jeff's puffy bottom lip. Now was definitely not the time for that. "It's ok-"

"No it's not! When people see that, I," Jeff shook his head and tried to walk to the elevators again.

"You'll get attention on your debut storyline," Punk cheekily smiled. He tried to grab Jeff's arm again but he quickly pulled away.

"You don't understand! You have no idea how bad this is!" Jeff yelled. He was visibly shaking now.

"Hey, it's ok," Punk put his hands on Jeff's arms. "Stuff like this blows over quickly. It'll be here and gone before you can even blink." Ok, it wouldn't be over that quickly, but Jeff didn't need to know that right now. "And there's nothing we can do about it now anyway."

Jeff sighed and leant back against the wall, looking defeated.

"So, see you tonight?" Punk gave him a small grin.

Jeff returned a glare then pressed the button for the elevator.

"Can I take that as a maybe?"

"You can take that as a fuck you," Jeff said, getting into the elevator.

Punk got a small smirk as the doors closed, deciding to wait for the next one. He sighed and looked down at his phone, just waiting for it to start buzzing like crazy.

A half hour later, Jeff sat in his hotel room with Colby. They had roomed together for the night. He sprawled out horizontally over one of the chairs, a bottle of Jack Daniel's in his lap. Jeff definitely wasn't old enough to drink, but Colby didn't mind sharing. Sure enough, the picture was all over the internet, and Jeff had to fill Colby in on what exactly happened there. He took a big gulp of the alcohol with a sigh.

"You do make a cute couple," Colby said.

"We are not a couple," Jeff took another swig, trying to relieve the stress he felt. He avoided even glancing at his phone, knowing he didn't want to see anything being said. "He's just easy to flirt with."

"Look, it's cool that you're so focused on work and all that, but he's clearly attracted to you, and don't even try to bullshit me that you're not attracted to him. You might as well go for it."

"No, I don't even want a relationship. I'm just here to wrestle."

"Just because Beth cheated doesn't mean-"

"Just drop it," said Jeff, his face contorting in pain as he took another swig. "It's not even about that."

"Don't get drunk off of that. You'll get me in big trouble," Colby said, trying to lighten the mood back up. He got a small chuckle out of Jeff and smiled. "He's not going to hurt you."

"I just need to focus on work right now, I don't need a bunch of extra bullshit to worry about. He probably just wants to sleep with me anyways."

"You don't know that, maybe he really likes you," Colby said. "And even if he did, there's nothing wrong with screwing him. You're an adult, do what you want."

"I'm not just gonna roll around with him." Jeff took another swig of the drink. "My career is more important to me than a fling."

Seth sighed. "You're really stubborn, you know?"

"I know."

"I'm not gonna push you, but I do think you should give it a chance. You never know what could happen."

"I do hate being pushed."

"Look, I've got autographs to sign soon. Humor me, and put this room to some use while I'm gone." Seth got up and grabbed the doorknob. "And there better still be half a bottle when I get back."

Jeff smirked as he left and then sighed. He looked over at his phone, seeing it continually lighting up with notifications, then took another large gulp of the alcohol.

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