Punk chapter: 1 person PoV Warnings: Slash, Profanity. text like this is a date on Punk's calendar text like this is Colt's reply
September twenty-sixth
First date: Do I wear suit? Do I take flowers? Should I get a haircut?
So, that was nice, wasn't it, Punk.
Shut it you, you've been quiet all fucking day so you can piss off again. It wasn't nice, it was perfect. It was better than I was expecting, better than I'd hoped. Just a day with him, me and Colt, all day doing nothing, just together.
Like I said, nice.
Shut up.
So, what you gonna do to top that, Punk?
Uh, good question. How do I top that? Do I need to top it? Is there a standard set? When do I have time to arrange something? When does he have time? I need to plan.
I think you need to probably step away from the front door first, Punk. Maybe take your shoes off and actually come inside, instead of standing there like an idiot.
You get home okay? - Boom Boom Colt Cabana 22:13
Although being an idiot is apparently a thing with you two.
You walked me to the door, Cabana. - sent 22:16
I know but you know, reasons! - Boom Boom Colt Cabana 22:20
Eloquent. Did you make it home? - sent 22:23
Yup. I did, all the way, with only minimal distractions. I'm very proud of myself! - Boom Boom Colt Cabana 22:27
Well done, Colt. What you doing now? - sent 22:35
Watching some VICE documentary on YouTube. - Boom Boom Colt Cabana 22:39
Which one? - sent 22:43
Why? - Boom Boom Colt Cabana 22:48
I need something to do, might as well watch TV. - sent 22:51
October seventeenth - twentieth
Egypt - bring comics!
BRING ME BACK A CAMEL PUNKERS!
Bring dessert! Something sweet! - sent 06:09
I'm not sure you needed to be up at six a.m. to tell him that Punk. I understand you're excited but this is ridiculous! Honestly, you're making dinner, he's not coming over for another twelve hours.
Less than twelve, just over eleven.
My point thanks you for proving it. Relax; you've been on how many of these dates now?
A few.
And you're buzzing around the place like a demented mosquito.
I just, I want it to be good. We've managed to avoid bad dates so far, I don't want the first bad one to be one of mine.
Relax! It won't be, it'll be fine, it'll be fun.
Punkers, lie down, close your eyes, RELAX! I'll go to that awesome bakery downtown. Right now, though, I want you to sleep, okay? Do you need me to call? - Boom Boom Colt Cabana 06:12
"Morning."
"Punkers? Where are you?"
"In the kitchen."
"Go to the couch. Lie down, you lying down?"
"Uh-huh."
"Close your eyes, deep breaths, relax."
You know its cute how quickly you do as he asks you, Punk. How quickly your breathing matches his.
"I saw this weird bug the other day, it had these kind of shiny wings, like oily tinfoil."
He's just going to ramble on, isn't he?
Uh-huh...
You're going to fall asleep just cause he asks?
Uh-huh...
October twenty-sixth
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PUNKERS! xoxo
"Hey! You home?"
Your idiot, it seems, has decided to come in person rather than leaving sappy messages on the calendar.
"In here." Is that a cake box?
"Got you a present!"
"You got me cake?"
"Well, it's your birthday. Cake is traditional."
Your cake appears to be in the shape of a pizza.
"My cake is fucking awesome."
"Well, I'm glad you like it."
"This is legitimately the greatest cake I have ever seen."
"So, what you wanna do?" Eat my cake, I'll be perfectly happy to sit here, watching shitty TV and eating cake, feeling fat, Cabana.
"I'll get a knife, some plates, find something to watch, Colt."
"Wait, you just wanna sit on the couch and eat?"
"Is there something else you'd planned?" Is this a bad idea, I kind of like it. You look confused, Colt, was there something you'd planned, have I fucked your plans up? I'm kind of tired, I just wanna rest.
Perhaps he was banking on you being less of an old woman, Punk.
"Nope, it's a good idea to me. C'mere, don't sit so far away."
Cake, snuggling and birthday kisses, quite the romantic, isn't he? Are you seriously feeding him cake?
What? Just cause spaghetti is traditional, doesn't mean you can't be all Lady and the Tramp with cake.
"Hmm, happy birthday to me."
November second - ninth
European Tour - Yay!
Call me! You're 5 hours ahead!
Stop scribbling all over my calendar!
You scribble all over it! :(
It's MY calendar!
"What's that?" Really, what does it look like, Cabana?
"A whiteboard."
"I can see that, Punkers."
Then why is he asking stupid questions, Punk?
Because he's an idiot, it's what he does.
"Why have you bought a- Oh no, give me the hammer, you'll burst a water pipe or something."
"I'm perfectly capable of hammering a nail into the wall, Colt."
I'm sure you are, Punk but let him have his being a macho man moment, he does so like looking after you.
He spends far too much time indulging my being a girl, Life.
Hmm, maybe but you do so like cooking for him.
I can hammer a nail into a wall but if he screws up then it's his fault and not mine, I'm sure I can claim that on insurance.
Whatever makes you feel better about being a girl, Punk.
"This wall, yeah?"
"Uh-huh, there's good."
"So, the board?"
"You can scribble all over it instead." Don't laugh at me! My calendar is full of important information, it's not a message board!
Important information like when the next episode of the Walking Dead is on and reminders to not read all of your comics in the airport, again.
Important, like I said.
"Hmm, I suppose, I can make a list of all the shit I've used when you're gone."
"You could just buy more, Cabana." Don't think hugging me is going to make up for eating all my butterscotch pudding.
Kissing seems to have equated to forgiveness quite well though Punk.
Shut it, this is our first kiss in far too long, lemme enjoy it in peace.
December third
Raw, Greensboro - Ryback: BUY MORE ICEPACKS!
Can someone PLEASE teach Goldberg 2.0 how to wrestle properly!
Can you stop scribbling on the calendar!
There's a shopping list on the board!
Then buy the stuff and wipe it clean!
But... Punkers... It's your shopping list! I don't know where you buy all the delicious stuff.
You're coming shopping with me next time.
:'(
"Sorry this has been a shitty date." I really am, I should have cancelled. Sitting round watching TV with me, cause alls I can do is rest my knee, has to be fucking dull. Fucking McMahon, I swear he's trying to destroy me. Alls I needed was a couple of days to heal up but no, I gotta be there.
You're the Champ, Punk; you have be there, crutches and all!
"You're hurt, Punkers. Besides, this is perfect. I've got everything I could want, right here." Sap.
He is, isn't he? You love it though, don't you, Punk? Love lying with your head in his lap, watching shitty TV, eating cheat day food, being stroked like a kitty. You're just as big of a sap as he is.
Fuck you, I'm hurt, I deserve to be petted a little.
"Oh?"
"You, pizza and a million cable channels, what more could a Cabana possibly need?" I'm first on that list? Wrestling isn't even a consideration on that list?
"What about being in the ring?"
Apparently, we're asking about that, I see, Punk. Do we need to have the brain and mouth filter talk again?
"Ha, can't wrestle with you on my lap." I can tell there's a but coming, that expression means there's a but, but where? "But, you're right, I guess wrestling's in there."
Rather hypocritical, wouldn't you say, Punk? I mean you choose wrestling over him, repeatedly, you put yourself first constantly, surely, him doing the same is to be expected?
I just wanna know for sure. So long ago, I told him to be selfish. All this time dating, it's been so good, we've been so happy together; I'm just waiting for the fuck-up.
You're looking for holes so you can rend them? Punk, stop it. Enjoy this, enjoy him being with you. You know how grim it is without him, so enjoy him when he's here, you stupid bastard.
"Where?" Don't laugh at me, Cabana.
"Somewhere before pizza." What? Don't look at me like that, Colt, I want a proper answer. "After my lap warmer though, a cold lap is a terrible tragedy."
See your idiot puts you first, so stop looking for those holes, Punk, stop waiting for this to fall apart.
"Good, I'm glad it's on the list, otherwise, I'd have been giving you shout-outs for no reason." You're right, Life, I'll relax, enjoy this, enjoy his arms, enjoy his lap, enjoy his kisses whilst I have them.
January thirteenth - twenty-eighth
I'm in Japan - 13 hours ahead Punkers, call me if you need to!
January twenty-eighth
Raw Vegas - 434 days - I am going to forget that so fucking much, why couldn't it have been all the same number or something?
So I lost to the Rock, you landed yet so I can complain about it? - sent 00:06
Come to the airport. - Boom Boom Colt Cabana 00:09
What why? - sent 00:16
Just get here - Boom Boom Colt Cabana 00:19
Where is he?
Try the arrivals waiting room, Punk.
What, why?
Trust me.
"Hey." Colt, why are you dragging me...
Romance by the urinals, your idiot is a strange one.
"You wanna make out in the bathroom again, Cabana?"
"Hmm, figured it might cheer you up. Four hundred and thirty-four days is impressive."
"Yeah, it's great. Blah, blah, blah. Less talking more kissing." Fuck, I have missed you kissing me, missed your arms, these last few weeks have been far too long, phone calls don't cut it, I need you near me more often. "Colt, damn it! Don't mark me, I'm not wearing make-up."
"Sorry, Punkers. Won't happen again." Damn right, you look contrite.
"Good. More kissing?"
"Yes, sir."
Ha, Sir Punk, brings back such memories.
"Don't call me sir."
You do realise that biting him will leave a mark, right? Hypocrisy is something you wear so very often, Punk.
February twenty-fifth
Raw, Dallas - I AM BATMAN NOT LEX LUTHOR DAMN IT!
FUCKING PILEDRIVER THAT PUNKERS TOUCHING BASTARD!
He didn't touch me, Colt.
He tried! He's lucky all I did was punch him! :(
If you're going to be all caveman, I'm not replacing the pudding cups.
O.O But... Have a good match, Punkers! :3
"So little Mountain Goat, you seem happier." Hello Cena, please sit on my packing crate, it's not like I was having a nap or anything, please make yourself at home.
"I am."
"You and the bastard sort things out? They less complicated?" You're a smug asshole Cena, you know this, right?
"Not complicated at all." Mostly, kind of, well it's a little complicated, logistics and all that but not too complicated, easy in fact. So easy, it's embarrassing that we let it be so complicated for so long.
Hey, so you home Thursday right? - Boom Boom Colt Cabana 14:16
"That from the bastard?"
"Huh?" How'd you know that, Cena?
The ridiculous grin you're wearing, Punk.
"You look extra happy." Oh, fuck off both of you. "It's a relief, you know?"
I am, flight should be on the calendar, come get me? - sent 14:24
"Relief?" Why?
"Was worried. When I called him, you were in a bad way, little Mountain Goat."
I think perhaps, Punk, you should advise Cena to not put his arm around your shoulders. I'm certain your idiot will be able to tell and I don't think SuperCena wants another black eye.
Good point, I'll find another packing crate to sleep on.
"I told you, I have a safety net."
Of course, like I'd let you waste money on a cab. - Boom Boom Colt Cabana 14:32
Yeah, yeah, like money's the reason you're coming to get me. - sent 14:36
REMEMBER PILEDIVE COLD AS ICE! - Boom Boom Colt Cabana 14:43
"I'm glad it's finally working. I'll let you have your nap in peace."
I see you followed my advice! - Boom Boom Colt Cabana 00:01
Well you seemed rather attached to the idea. - sent 00:08
You're a good boyfriend, Punkers. - Boom Boom Colt Cabana 00:13
Boyfriend? Huh... I guess.
Best in the World! - sent 00:26
March fourth
Raw, Buffalo - Fatal four-way... Whose fucking idea was this shit?
Four-way?! I don't approve! Cena better not be involved!
"So, now I see what you meant. What the fuck was that?"
"Fucking Incompetent strikes again?" I don't know. They should have just let Mark, Paul and me plan something out. We're not fucking green idiots; we can plan a fucking angle.
"It's not Fucking Incompetent's fault they live up to their name."
"I guess, but still..."
"I'm pretty sure the new guy in Subway could write a better angle than them, Punkers."
"You've another new Subway guy?"
"I do, we're getting through them. I'm being to worry."
"Don't eat the salami, its people."
"And now in your best Charlton Heston voice."
"Ahem... SALAMI IS PEOPLE!"
"Very impressive, Punkers."
"Thank you."
"You gonna sleep okay? I can stay on for a while."
"Nah, I'm good."
"If you're not sleeping in a hour call me back, kay? There's this really fucking confusing documentary I wanna watch but I fear it'll go over my head, you can help me divine meaning from it."
"Yeah, I will. G'night Colt."
"G'night Punkers."
Punk? Punk? Punk?
Shut it, I'm going to sleep.
April seventh
Mania, MetLife - 21-0
Skip it! Come do 5DW with me and Marty!
Tempting...
It'll be fun! You can even touch the smooth belly, well if you ask nice.
And suddenly wrestling a pissed off zombie is SO much more appealing.
"Hey." Huh?
You fell asleep on the sofa, Punk.
I've been sleeping so much lately, why the fuck you still here, Life?
Quality over quantity? I don't know. How many times must I stress I am the voice in your head. I have no idea what the hell is wrong with you.
"You okay, Punkers? You look pale." Your hand's nice and cold, Colt.
"I'm tired." I really am, so very fucking tired, it's unreal.
"C'mon, let's get you to bed then. Can't have you falling asleep on Taker tomorrow."
"Carry me."
Really, Punk? You want him to carry you to bed, what are you a child?
I'm tired, he's strong and carrying me, see good boyfriend, so fuck you.
"You gonna be okay while I shower?" I should probably shower too; I dunno if I'll have time in the morning, they've got me doing stuff. "Punkers?"
"Huh?"
I think, you're getting sick, Punk. Perhaps, it's a good thing they're giving you a little holiday after Mania.
I should tell him about that really, I don't think I have yet, I really shouldn't keep it from him but, what if he doesn't want me around all that time, what if he's waiting for twenty fourteen... I don't know, I think I'm over thinking things.
Telling him'll keep for tomorrow, let him tuck you in and get some proper rest when he's back. See right on schedule, all nice, clean and wrapping you up in his arms. He loves you, stop stressing on it, stop over thinking! You're taking it slow, building up a relationship that will last the pair of your idiots. Trust in him, Punk. He loves you, you know he does, just give him time to say it again. Stop brooding and over thinking.
"Shh, go back to sleep Punkers." There's two advantages to no hair, one quicker in the shower, two I can feel your kisses better, Colt.
"Kay, g'night, love you."
adg888: Colt did a good job! I'm pleased with how well that came together... Punk's plans are vague and indistinct however...
RebelleCheery: A decade of history without a single proper date... they are silly boys at heart really. :3 Self-control, its a thing poor Colt is exercising.
littleone1389: More fluff, but Life and Punk remain, Life and Punk... The ugly blanket is important, it had to come on the date. :3
alizabethianrose: It's all sap from here on out, don't trust me, even when I'm saying don't trust me. ;)
bitter-alisa: Mentor? Wasn't sure you were still reading. :3 No fucking up yet. :) Plenty of fluff, sappy, cuddly fluff, I assure you.
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