Down With Gay
Punk woke up the next morning, still exhausted from the night before. Best night of his life? Hell. Yes. He looked down at Jeff sleeping peacefully in his arms, covered in nothing but sweat. It was quite possibly the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. But the nagging thought that he was getting in too deep kept running through his brain. Punk pushed it to the side when Jeff's eyes fluttered open. "Mornin' Jeff. Have a nice night?"
Jeff smirked at him. "I'm pretty exhausted, so I'd so."
Punk laughed. "Then I did my job well. Now, get up. We need to shower."
"I'm too tired," said Jeff, closing his eyes and snuggling into Punk's chest.
"You can't be THAT tired," said Punk. "We didn't even go all night long."
Jeff mumbled something incoherently and continued to keep his eyes shut.
Punk smirked, then leaned down and whispered into Jeff's ear. "If you keep acting tired, I'll give you a reason to be tired."
Jeff smirked and looked at him. "Is that supposed to be a punishment?"
"Why don't we find out?" Said Punk, kissing Jeff.
Meanwhile, Beth walked down to the lobby, still infuriated from yesterday. How could Punk pick Jeff over her? What did he have that she didn't?
Beth's pride was pretty low at this point, considering she couldn't get Punk to even agree on being in a relationship with her the whole six months they were fooling around, yet Punk just practically asked Jeff out after two weeks.
"Stupid prick," muttered Beth, checking out of the hotel.
"Who's a stupid prick?" Asked Sheamus, walking up behind Beth.
Beth looked at him. "Punk."
"Oh, the new fag in town," said Sheamus.
"Yeah," said Beth. "Him and Jeff are together now."
Sheamus made a face. "Nasty. I can't believe I wrestled that guy once. I knew he was feeling me up."
Randy was walking by and heard their conversation. "Hey, guys, just so you know, one, Punk would never even consider feeling you up," said Randy, pointing to Sheamus, and then pointing to Beth. "And I'm still shocked he ever felt you up. But he's openly gay now, so I guess that makes sense."
Sheamus glared at Randy. "And what business do you have with them? Are you a fag now too?"
Randy shook his head. "No. I have a wife and daughter thank you very much. But what would it matter if I was? Who gives a damn about what people do with their personal time?"
"Why don't you just watch your mouth, Orton," said Sheamus.
"Why don't you make me," said Randy. "Give me a good reason to punt yoyr homophobic ass to Mexico.
"Hey! What's going on over here?" Asked Triple H, walking over to them.
Sheamus scoffed. "Randy seems to think it's gay pride day."
"I'm just defending my friends," said Randy. "Their sexuality has nothing to do with it."
"Look, I don't want any incidents today, so just separate," said Hunter.
Sheamus gave one final glare before walking pit of the hotel, and Randy walked to the hotel gym. Beth scoffed and finished checking out. Stupid Randy. Why did he have to get involved in everyone else's business?
Punk walked out of the elevator with Jeff almost an hour after Beth left. After a few "escapades" with Jeff and a shower, he was thoroughly exhausted. But it was definitely worth it. He just wished he wasn't heading home today. Only a day a week with Jeff was not gonna cut it. Especially now. That was the best sex he's ever had.
And now, looking at Jeff wearing his shirt, he could definitely go another round, mo matter how tired he is. Yeah, one day a week is not ok.
"So, Matt is having a party at his house tomorrow, if you wanna come," said Jeff.
'Wait, is he inviting me to North Carolina?' Thought Punk. And again, the nagging thought of getting in too deep came back. "I would, but I have to pay my taxes and stuff this week," said Punk. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?! Why did I say that?! I haven't even gotten my taxes yet!'
"Oh, ok," said Jeff. "Maybe next time?"
"Well, you know, it all depends," said Punk. 'God damn it! What am I doing?!'
"Oh," said Jeff.
They checked out of the hotel and went to the airport. Jeff's plane was called and Punk kissed him. "I'll see you next week, Jeff."
"Yeah, bye," said Jeff, giving him one last peck before walking to his plane.
Punk's mind was racing. 'What are you doing?! Don't let him go! Go with him! DO SOMETHING! SAY SOMETHING!' But the nagging thought kept his feet planted firmly in place, and his mouth clamped shut.
In Chicago, Punk sat on the end of his bed in his sweat pants and ran his hands over his face. There was no way he'd get any sleep tonight. He sighed and fell back onto his bed. 'What am I doing?'
Punk got up, got dressed, and drove to the airport. He walked over to the receptionist. "I need one ticket for the next flight to Cameron, North Carolina."

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