Sheamus decided it was best to leave punk sooner than later, because he would be a bit wary. Hopefully the match with Sandow wouldn't be to bruising. All he could think of was punk. Sheamus was so focused on punk's safety, he forgot to lock the locker room door.

Cena opened the locker room door to the sight of Sheamus strolling naked towards the showers. Somehow, Sheamus didn't see him. Cena moved closer to the shower

.I'm not gay, I'm just looking that's all. No harm there…

Sheamus didn't see Cena, but he knew he was watching. Just like he knew someone was on their way in to catch them both.

I see you lookin, fella might as well give ya a little show Thought Sheamus as he grabbed the soap, turning on the water and leaning his head back. Sheamus was shampooing his hair, moving his fingers in his scalp in a way that flexed his abs and arms perfectly. Careful not to let the water up his nose, starting on his shoulders, he slowly started to lather, His large fingers making stray bubbles on his chest and arms as the water rolled down his back. Rubbing the soap over his arms and his abs slowly working his way down to the blond hair just below his iliac crest

Cena was so turned on he could barely breathe. He groaned quietly and sat on the bench a spontaneous case of massive non-platonic "admiration" sprung up in Cena's outdated jorts. It was a good thing he wasn't on the show. This would have been hard to explain.(pun) Cena bent down as he heard the door open. Pretending to tie his shoes, Cena hoped whoever has walked in wouldn't interrupt his private show.

Punk walked in to the locker room and watched as Cena tried to pretend he was tying his shoes. He picked the wrong day to wear Velcroon his sneakers. Punk chuckled to himself as he strolled in quietly. By now Cena couldn't tear his eyes away. Punk laughed as he saw Cena watching someone intently. He gasped softly when he saw it was his pale prince. His first reaction was jealousy, sprinkled with slight arousal. He knew he had to do the right thing.

"Nice show you're putting on there, snowball!" Punk cried, jarring Cena out of his lustful stare so that while Cena was turning red and punk was laughing at his own brand of humor, no one noticed Sheamus's reaction.

Sheamus was half hard, getting a little turned on by john's staring. All of a sudden, he heard Punk's voice. It made him twitch so hard his cock slung water in his face. Sheamus turned and put his hands on the wall. He used his mind to push himself back down as he grabbed a towel and tried not to turn purple from embarrassment. When Sheamus got out of the shower, both Cena and Punk were gone.

Cena ran out of the locker room and down the hall. Hoping no one saw him as his turgid boner bounced in his jeans with each step. Red with embarrassment, Cena searched for a closet to hide in. Finding one right beside the broom closet, he locked the door behind him.

Punk realized he was jealous of Cena. Watching his treasure in the shower. How dare he?

Sheamus dried off and got dressed with a sigh. This would make dinner much more complicated. He left the locker room to find Cena and Punk.

Sheamus found punk standing just outside the locker room. "What the fook was that, fella? Ya get your kicks watchin me or sometin?" Sheamus asked, anger shining from his emerald eyes. Not so much anger as pent up sexual frustration. All of Sheamus' fantasies involved Punk or Cena joining him in the shower. Punk ruining this just made him more frustrated. But, Since Punk had never said he was interested, Sheamus had to pretend He was angry.

Punk stared up into Sheamus's eyes with fear mixed with a little bit of wonder. Even though Sheamus was only teo inches taller than he was, when Sheamus drew himself up to his full height, he made punk feel short and small. Punk forced himself to stop staring into his deep eyes and speak. "Uh, No…I just walked in and there you were. And there Cena was. You should have locked the door. This is going to make dinner really awkward. "Punk said, knowing this was something Sheamus wanted.

Sheamus Growled in anger. He backed away from punk and muttered "We never speak of this again, fella." And "Where's Cena?" He asked angrily. Punk pointed wordlessly to the broom closet and watched as Sheamus stormed over to the door. Punk thought Sheamus would knock on the door or punch a hole in it, anything but what he did.

AN: Ooh, a cliffhanger. Looks like you'll have to wait a bit for the next installment! I may upload faster if you follow or comment (wink wink).