Jeff let out a small squeal when Punk tossed his phone aside and picked Jeff up. He smirked as Punk started climbing the stairs. "So eager," said Jeff playfully, brushing back his hair out of his face. He loved how Punk got during these times, and he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't missing it. Jeff did want to wait to have sex for a little while, but his dreams last night were so dirty he couldn't take it, and he at least made Punk wait a few days. That counted as not going too fast, right?
Punk moaned as he opened the bedroom door. "It's been too long." He sat Jeff on the bed and started taking off his shirt. Jeff smiled lustfully at him while waiting. Punk tossed his top aside and laid Jeff back against the bed. "And you are way too sexy to wait any longer."
Jeff moaned as Punk kissed his neck. "Well, we could wait a little while longer."
"Nope," said Punk, pulling away to take Jeff's shirt off.
Jeff chuckled and wrapped his legs around Punk's waist. "Then get to it."
Punk leaned back down to kiss his jaw and muttered sweet nothings into his ear while he pulled Jeff's pants down. "I've missed your body do much."
Jeff smiled. "That all you missed?"
Punk rolled his eyes with a smirk. "Of course not. Where would I be without your constant attitude?"
Jeff smirked. "Oh please. I'm the one with the attitude?"
Punk smirked back. "Well, maybe not as much as me."
Jeff chuckled. Punk pinned his wrists above his head and moved his mouth Jeff's ear. "So, let's see if you still have a naughty side." He gently placed his lips over Jeff's before quickly pulling away, ignoring Jeff's whimpers.
"You know, babe," said Punk, sliding his thumb over Jeff's bottom lip. "I'm not complaining, but your attitude towards sex changed quite a bit overnight."
Jeff smiled. "Can you blame me? I can only hold off for so long with how hot you are."
Punk chuckled and traced his fingers through Jeff's hair. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," said Jeff.
"You can tell me," said Punk.
"No, it's really nothing," said Jeff. "I just, dreamt about you."
Punk smirked, grabbing Jeff's hair and pulling his head back to expose his neck. He kissed and bit at Jeff's collar bone, feeling Jeff squirm underneath him. "Well, I guess I won't deprive you any further."
He quickly got rid of the rest of their clothes and they went at it until they were both gasping for breath. When they finished Jeff sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Holy duck, I forgot how good that was."
Punk chuckled and ran his hand down Jeff's back. "No kidding. We should do this all day."
Jeff smirked back at him. "In a minute. Let me see what damage you've done to my twitter."
"It wasn't that bad," said Punk, watching Jeff get up and walk to his phone. "By the way, never wear clothes again."
Jeff chuckled and opened his twitter. His eyes widened. "Phil!"
"What?" said Punk.
"A picture? Really?" said Jeff, looking at one of their old selfie of Jeff kissing him on the cheek.
"Hey, I could have said something much worse," said Punk. "You should be happy I only posted a picture."
Jeff rolled his eyes and set his phone down. "I guess you could have posted a worse picture of us."
Punk chuckled as Jeff sat back down on the bed. "Trust me, I was tempted to just tweet that picture of you sucking me off." Jeff glared and he winked. "I'm just kidding."
"If you ever so anything like that I'll kill you," said Jeff.
"I know, come lay with me," said Punk, patting the bed next to him. Jeff sat by him as he read through his twitter notifications. There were, of course, some negative reactions, but most were just "HOLY SHIT!" and "ASDFSDSGGA!" Punk rolled onto his side and ran his hand down Jeff's shoulder. "Hey don't read what they're saying."
"It's not as bad as I was expecting," said Jeff. Even though he was shocked at how many people were completely on board with it. The few angry tweets did still hurt, though.
Punk grabbed Jeff's phone and set it aside on the bedside table. "None of that. Don't even look at it."
Jeff smiled back at him. "You act like you don't read them."
"I read them for different purposes," said Punk. "That's not even close to the same."
Jeff scoffed and laid down, facing him. "How many times in our relationship did you break character to defend me on twitter?"
"That was for you, so it doesn't count," said Punk, propping his head up on his hand.
Jeff rolled his eyes with a smirk. "No, that was for your pride. And you almost exposed us several times doing it."
"Like when?" said Punk.
"Like when you tweeted, 'Hey guys, no homo, but Jeff has a nice ass.'" said Jeff.
"I said no homo," said Punk with a smirk, poling Jeff's nose.
Jeff scrunched up his face at the contact and laughed. "Well, it's out now."
"And that's just fine," said Punk.
Jeff sighed and laid on his back, stretching his arms overhead. "I'm exhausted."
"You only came twice," said Punk, running his hands down Jeff's torso. "Normally you'd come at least 5 times."
"Well, it's been a while," said Jeff.
"Too long," said Punk, pulling Jeff closer to hold him.
Jeff yawned and placed his hands over Punk's arms. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight babe," said Punk, resting his head on top of Jeff's. He quickly fell asleep, but woke up just a few hours later with a groan. Punk rubbed his eyes and pulled away slightly from Jeff to lie on his back. He got up and walked to the bathroom, biting his lip when he saw Jeff's bag lying by the closet. 'It has to be in there,' thought Punk. 'I wonder if he's written anything recently…' He shook his head and walked to the sink, splashing some water on his face. Punk felt like a drug addict with how attracted he was to that thing. 'I have to tell him I read it,' thought Punk. 'Before he finds out some other way.'
He tapped his fingers on the sink several times before walking over to Jeff's bag. 'Just to see if he's written anything new,' thought Punk. 'I mean, I have to know how he's feeling.' As soon as he opened it, he heard the bathroom door open.
"Hey!" said Jeff, walking in. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," said Punk, dropping the journal.
Jeff crossed his arms with a glare and Punk sighed. "I just wanted to know how you were feeling."
"Why don't you just ask me," said Jeff.
"You never tell me anything," said Punk. "That journal has told me way more than you ever do."
"You've read it before?!" said Jeff.
"I.. yes," said Punk.
"I can't fucking believe you," said Jeff, leaving the bedroom and storming downstairs.
"It was all I could do! You wouldn't talk to me!" said Punk, walking after him.
"There were a MILLION other things you could have done!" said Jeff, turning to face him. "And it's not like you ever listened to me in the first place!"
"Look, I'm sorry, ok?" said Punk.
"No! It's not ok!" said Jeff. "Do you have any idea how this makes me feel?"
"Jeff, please," said Punk, gently grabbing Jeff's hand. "Let's just, sleep on it, alright? We can talk about this in the morning, and then you can be as mad at me as you want."
"I'm not mad," said Jeff, walking past him back to the bedroom. "I just really don't respect you right now."
Punk's face fell and he sighed as he followed Jeff back upstairs. They went to sleep in the same bed, and Jeff even let Punk snuggle with him, but it didn't feel the same. Something felt very, very off. When he woke up in the morning, Punk, gently brushed Jeff's hair out of his face and kissed his cheek. "Good morning."
"Good morning," said Jeff, rubbing his eyes.
"Are you gonna yell at me?" said Punk.
"No," said Jeff.
"Why not?" said Punk, as Jeff turned in his arms to face him.
"What's the point?" said Jeff. "It doesn't change anything."
"I'm sorry," said Punk. "If I could go back, I never would have read it."
"You only changed your voicemail because you did, right?" said Jeff.
"I didn't know what you wanted," said Punk. "I just wanted you to talk to me again. I wanted everything to be the same again."
Jeff scoffed. "Well, you got what you wanted. We're right back in the same boat we always were."
Jeff pulled away and Punk sat up. "No, we're not."
"All we do is argue," said Jeff, sitting on the edge of the bed. "This is why I ended things in the first place."
"We're communicating now," said Punk. "We're actually together now, and people know we're together."
"And yet, somehow, nothing has changed!" said Jeff. "We're still as fucked up as we always were."
"Look, no more secrets, no more lies, none of that," said Punk.
"Like you could ever stop lying to me," said Jeff.
"Oh you've lied to me plenty of times too," said Punk.
"Like when?" said Jeff.
"Like when you said nothing was wrong all those times," said Punk. "That, was a lie."
"That's not the same," said Jeff.
"I promise, no more lies," said Punk. "I'll prove it, I'll be honest right now. When you got out of the shower on the bus, I watched you get dressed."
Jeff gasped and he looked over at Punk. "Phil! And you didn't even say anything?!"
"Well, I, you're really hot," said Punk.
Jeff tried his best not to but smiled and looked away. "You're ridiculous."
Punk smiled softy and gently touched his arm. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah," said Jeff. "I just, I'm just tired."
"Alright," said Punk. "I know I'm not the best at showing it, but I love being with you." He started rubbing Jeff's back softly and Jeff smiled. "You know," said Punk. "I always kinda loved our storyline after we broke up. It's the only way I could get you to talk to me."
"Well, I liked it too," said Jeff. "It gave me a reason to talk to you."
Punk chuckled as Jeff laid down to give Punk better access to his back. "Have we made up yet?"
"Only if you keep doing this," said Jeff, resting his head on his forearms.
"It was really hard without you around," said Punk. "I really do need you."
"I don't know how you managed to stay out of trouble," said Jeff. "I have saved your ass so many times it's not even funny."
"Well I was too sad to do anything bad," said Punk. "I was really, genuinely, heartbroken you left."
Jeff sat up and leant his head on Punk's shoulder. "I'm never leaving again. I promise."
"Ever again?" said Punk. "That sounds like marriage."
"You had to make it weird," said Jeff, getting up and walking downstairs.
Punk chuckled and followed him. "You know what's weird? Vince hasn't called yet."
"I know," said Jeff. "He hasn't even texted. Do you think we gave him a heart attack?"
"That's possible," said Punk. "He's probably too pissed to even function right now."
"I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this," said Jeff, sitting at the table.
"What do you mean?" said Punk, sitting by him.
"Wrestling," said Jeff, rubbing his neck. "I'm exhausted."
Punk's eyebrows queried. Well, this was new. 'He's actually confiding in me,' thought Punk. "Are you sure?"
Jeff sighed. "No. I don't know. I don't think I'm going to come back when my contract is over."
"Jeff, this is a really big decision," said Punk. "Where is this coming from?"
"I've been thinking about it for a while," said Jeff. "My body is done."
"Oh," said Punk. "I had no idea."
"I didn't want to tell anyone until I was sure," said Jeff, looking over at Punk. "But there's so much to think about. Especially now with you. I don't know when I'll get to see when I leave, or if you'll even still want to be together-"
"Hey," said Punk. "I'm in this for the long haul. Not seeing you on the road isn't going to change that."
Jeff smiled at him and sighed. "This is hard."
"I know," said Punk. "Hey, maybe Vince getting so pissed he fires us won't be such a bad thing after all."
Jeff chuckled. "You think they'll still pair me with Trish?"
"They better not," said Punk.
Jeff smirked. "That's be a nice way to end my career, go out with a championship victory and a trophy girlfriend."
"No, kissing me would make it much better," said Punk.
Jeff chuckled. "I guess we'll find out which it is."
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