Short Evan and Punk story. :) i just saw them hangin out together the Raw Evan came back from suspension for some...foreign substances *cough cough*

So give it a try!

Punk was sitting in his locker room, overzealous at his telling-off of John Laurinitus. The man was a bore truly and it was so entertaining that he would deny it. The audience must've died watching him every week. He worked for the corporate man and couldn't even listen to him much less watch him on a weekly frequency. The guy was a joke and he couldn't wait until his run ended and creative let him sink back into obscurity- giving command into the hands of Vince. The man always came back in control anyway. He swore that Vince would keep the company even when he was lying on his deathbed, falling in and out of commas. He'd still be more entertaining than any GM.

"Excuse me! Who was in my locker room!" He raised an eyebrow as he saw Vickie run by his door screaming her head off. He stifled a laugh as she continued a rant of how someone took her "Cougar" necklace. As he saw the impending danger diminish he chuckled to himself. He stood corrected: Vickie was definitely more entertaining.

Just in that moment he heard a knock on his door. "Hello hello." He smirked at the unsure greeting from the door. Standing up, Punk began to stuff his belongings in his bag, his back facing the intruder.

"So if it isn't little Evan Bourne back from rehab." Evan began to approach him rather shyly and looked on him expectantly. Punk raised his brow and looked around. "What?" When Evan didn't answer he went back to stuffing his bag until he heard a cough behind him. Punk turned and looked to the smaller who in turn was still watching him awkwardly. "What is it Evan? What exactly do you want?"

Evan paused and sighed. "Can you say something?"

"Say something? Are you seri-alright look," Punk calmed himself to actually speak without being so aggressive towards the younger man. He rubbed his stubble and nibbled on his lip ring. "What do you WANT me to say? Welcome back? Good to see you? Because you can EXPECT me to say how I'm disappointed in you. Not just because of the things you did to yourself- what you put in your body- no, but the things you did to me. I stuck my neck out for you to get those titles. You screwed me over kid and no one screws over CM Punk. I didn't let Vince do it. I didn't let John Laurinitus do it. I didn't let John Cena do it. Evan, I'm not letting some brat do it. It's already hard for me to get my hands on this belt as it is. Now..." He sternly crossed his arms and watched Evan shuffle from one foot to the other in his stance.

"Punk listen I'm s-" Evan was stopped when he saw Punk raise his hand.

"Don't even start with the weak drawn out apology. I'm not going to just forgive you like that. We're not going to hug and live happily ever after. Don't start with me. Try again." The straightedge savior motioned forward with his hands.

Evan nervously scratched his head and cleared his throat. "I Uh..."

"Ok," Punk dropped his hands to his side and started laughing a little irritated. "What did you come in here for? WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT?"
He stayed in the young highflyer's face and scanned it, noticing some few tears welling up. He shrugged and turned back to stuffing his almost full bag. "And you've got nothing else to say. You know what-"

"Stop it," Evan shot back angrily, the sudden malice surprising the other. "Ive got plenty to say. First off, you need to learn to shut up and let someone else talk. Secondly, I'm a grown man, Punk. I'm a flippin' grown man." He saw the way Punk searched his face, took in the words, and looked away; his eyes turning to slits. "Oh? Did you forget that? Did you forget that like everyone else does! Of course you did! Yeah, I made a mistake like any other person does but don't put on this front like you're my father. Don't belittle me like you're my big brother. Punk," Evan walked closer and grabbed the superstar's bandaged hands in his own. "…you're my boyfriend." He and Punk kept gazes for what seemed like forever until the Chicago- native smiled.

"Like a father huh?" Punk slowly closed his eyes and smirked wider. "Maybe you should call me daddy." he thoughtfully scratched his beard.

Evan slapped Punk hard across the chest and rolled his eyes. "Did you hear anything I said?" He pouted.

Punk just chuckled and pulled his tiny love in for a hug. "You're feisty you know, that?" He kissed the top of his head and snuggled into him. "That's the only reason I'm still staying with you."

"So," Evan nuzzled close to his boyfriend, "You forgive me?"

"Welcome back."

Punk simply let out a gruff laugh as he walked to the door, his promo beckoning him.

Did you like it? Hate it? Need it be tweaked? Review please! :D