A/N: So I promised that I was going to finish this story among others and I'll work on that. Now, my muses are trying to leave me and I had to force this one out. I didn't re-read it in fear that I wasn't going to like the final product and I didn't think too much on it while writing so please, bear with me, I'm just trying to rush things out a bit ;)
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"Are you aware that you were the only two teams that didn't complete today's challenge?" Mandy, the woman that served the wrestlers as host of the group therapy Vince McMahon forced them to go said in a severe tone of voice that echoed all through the saloon they were currently in.
After her reproach was said, no one uttered a word in response and pursing her lips, the wisp of a woman looked at each man, one by one until she got the four of them.
It was funny in a weird kind of way; at least it was to CM Punk. To him it felt as if he was back in kindergarten and the teacher was lecturing them all for not knowing how to play in harmony. All that was left for her to do was stand each one of them in a corner of the room until they reflected long and deep about what they failed to do.
And seriously, as things were going, Punk was kind of expecting her to say something like that, after all the whole thing has turned into something excruciatingly ridiculous and nothing would surprise him anymore.
"Do any of you have something to say?" She asked, folding her arms to her chest.
Once again, no one said anything and leering to the side, Punk caught a glimpse of Randy sitting by his side with his arms folded to his chest and his gaze lost into the distance.
He has been sitting like that for a while now and Punk doubted that he was paying attention to what Mandy was saying. What he seemed was lost in thought and perhaps a little annoyed.
For several seconds all he did was look at his team partner, his olive green eyes drinking on the sight of him and his memory getting caught in the events of that afternoon.
How come that they ended up kissing… twice? Was the world coming to an end? Was Randy getting crazy?
Because sure, he couldn't deny that Randy was more than appealing to his eyes and all that, but from occasionally thinking that the mother fucker looked ridiculously good to make out with him was a bit too much.
He wasn't even sure if he wanted to be in kissing terms with him. Yes, the kisses were more than good but this was Randy Orton and he didn't like Randy Orton. And that was without mentioning that Randy didn't like him. They were like water and oil, they repelled each other, they couldn't co-exist together…
Or could they?
Thinking about that and on the clandestine smile Orton flashed his way when they were walking into the bus that was going to take them back to the house, Punk saw as Orton tilted his head to the side and locked eyes with him.
Neither of them said anything nor did they looked away, they just sat there, staring into each other's eyes until the Chicago native couldn't keep a straight face.
Snorting and shaking his head, Punk felt like he needed to say or do something so pushing the inside of his bottom lip with his tongue, he coughed and then cleared his throat. "I want to say something."
Mandy looked at him and he reluctantly moved his eyes from Orton to look at the woman. But even though he could feel the weight of Randy's eyes on him and he wondered what was he thinking.
"You know, we just spend the last few hours of our lives trying to get out of a maze, getting lost in the forest and all that shi… stuff, so can we just go and eat something? I don't know about these guys but I'm starving."
And that was the truth; it was close to being nightfall and after a late breakfast before starting the challenge, they hadn't get anything to eat.
"I second that, I mean the rest of the boys are eating as we speak, aren't they?" John said in his always good nature.
"Yes they are, but they completed the challenged and you didn't."
"Really? So this is how it is, you are going to deny us food for not completing your stupid challenge?" Mike spoke for the first time since Pete 'rescued' him and Cena and got them back to the house. "I wonder what my lawyers will say about you wanting to starve us as punishment? They surely will close this program and accuse you for crimes against humanity!"
"You have to be kidding me. Just shut up, okay?"
"Don't tell me to shut up, Cena! You are no one to tell me what to do!" Mike yelled while getting up to his feet; he looked like a madman, eyes bulging, face flushed a deep red and his usually styled hair all messed up.
Watching the younger man, Punk laughed and covered his mouth with his fingertips.
When Pete was driving all four of them back to the house, he pointed out that while all the teams make it back safely, his team and Cena and Mike never showed up. They waited and waited and nothing.
As time passed, everyone started to get worried and because the dolls had some sort of GPS, they checked in their computers to see their whereabouts. His and Randy's was at the bottom of the lake, dead; while Mike's and John's never made it out of the maze. It was also dead.
Now, Punk knew what happened to his doll but he wondered what distracted Mike and John so that they forgot their doll back in the maze; especially when they were found in the forest too.
Whatever it was, it was probably the reason why Miz looking so… so…
"Calm down Mizanin, we are not denying you food, but before you are allowed to go back to the others, we need to address a few issues with all of you; issues that will get in your way if we don't talk about it. But first, I want to say today's challenge was an easy one, all you had to do was keep your baby alive and well, get out of the maze, get into a boat and make it back to us. You failed in everything…"
"No we didn't, we got out of the maze and I feel like I need to point out that we did it in record time. It was not our fault that a gigantic, evil bird attacked us and took off with the baby." Punk said, shrugging and definitely exaggerating things a little bit.
Mandy looked at him incredulous and he elbowed Randy.
"She doesn't believe me, tell her it's true."
"It's true." Randy said in a raspy tone while shifting in his chair.
Moving his head to the side and focusing his eyes back to Randy, Punk bit on his lips and smiled. He had no reason to do that, but it was just that even though Randy wasn't looking at him, he was also smiling.
It was faint, but it was definitely a smile.
"Getting out of the maze was the easy part, the hard part was working as a team to make it through until the end and you obviously failed to do that. Now, like you already know, this is a group therapy and what we will do here is get to the root of your problems. John, we are going to start with you, why do you think Mike is so upset that he has to team with you?"
Shrugging and smiling his infamous dimple smile, John lifted a hand to his temples and ran the tip of his fingers right below his hairline. "I don't know, I guess he doesn't like me."
"You are damn right I don't; so you better keep that in mind next time." Mike hissed, his face showing an angry pout while he looked away.
Snorting and pushing his back against the chair, John snorted and shook his head. "You are such a drama queen."
"You know, I think this will get interesting." Randy mumbled and moved a little to the side, enough so that his shoulder was touching Punk's. "Just watch and see."
"Does it bothers you when he talks like that to you?" Mandy asked to John and the older man of the group chuckled.
"It doesn't bother me; well… it's annoying but it's okay because I know he's like a little kid in denial. But I know that…"
"I'm not gay, okay!" Mike yelled and from his vantage point, Punk saw Mandy do a double take.
Randy laughed, Punk was fascinated with the whole thing and grinning, he got a little near Randy.
"No one here said that, Mike. Why…"
Interrupting here, Miz got back to his feet and bringing a hand to his face, he turned to John. "I'm not gay, I have a hot girlfriend waiting for me and I don't need to be here wasting my time in this stupid program with you. I'm out of here."
With that said, Mike turned around and started to make his way out of the room. Mandy said something to stop him, but he was deaf to her words, he only stopped when John spoke.
"You weren't thinking on your hot girlfriend earlier today."
"Ohhhh, that's strong man, aren't you going to tell him something?" Punk said, wanting to rile Mike up a bit and see what would happen.
"You are evil," Randy said while Mike turned around to face a smiling John Cena.
"Me?" He asked back, moving his head towards Randy and finding that they were way to close.
If he wanted to, he could lean forward and kiss him.
But he didn't, first because he has never been much into public displays and two, he wanted to check out the Miz-John drama.
"Besides, we all know that while your so called straight ass was too busy man-crushing over Jericho, your oh so hot girlfriend was screwing around with Dibiase."
Jerking his head forward and laughing out loud, Punk almost jumped out of his chair… but Randy stopped him, circling his hand around his arm and keeping him in place.
Punk noticed, but the part of him that liked a good conflict more than anything else just ran a hand through his rebel hair and spoke. "Are you going to let him talk like that about your girlfriend? I would kick his ass on the spot."
"Fifteen points off from your team Brooks, we don't need your input here."
"You are lying." Mike said flatly.
"I'm not; ask Orton, he's friends with Dibiase so he knows."
"No, no, no… don't get me in this mess just because you want his ass, John." Randy said, the amusement in him disappearing and his lips forming a hard line on his face.
"Is that true, is Dibiase screwing my girlfriend?" Mike asked, turning to Randy now.
"Of course he is, everyone knows it and you probably know it too. Hell, I bet you just turned a blind eye because she's great to keep appearances, isn't she?" John yelled, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.
"Shut up." Mike hissed.
"Well I didn't know about those two." Punk said, "But you know what? This is a good group therapy, I feel better and I learnt a few things; I need to complete the challenges, team work is very important and I even caught up with a few gossips. Can we go eat now?"
"You know, everyone but Mizanin get out of here now, you are only making things worse. I'm going to work alone with him now."
"I don't need to keep appearances because I'm not gay! I didn't want to kiss you, you forced yourself on me the first time and today you did the same. You are a fucking pervert and I'm going to sue you!"
With that said, Mike ran out of the room and for a moment everybody remained unmoving. Mandy was the first to react and after the initial shock died down, she walked after Mike, calling his name.
"Very suave, John, you sure know how to charm them." Randy said as he started to get up to his feet.
At his words, John grumbled and jumped to his feet. He looked pissed off which was rare on him. "Shut up, at least I did something, unlike you. By the way Punk, Randy has a crush on you."
Chuckling and staring after the older man, Randy ran his hand down his jaw and John walked out the door.
On his part, Punk arched an eyebrow and looked at the so called Viper a bit amused. Him, a crush on him? Nah…
But he has kissed him, and not only once but twice.
"Okay… seems like this is the day of revelations. It's kind of awkward, I won't lie, but it reminds me of a night when I was in Ring of Honor and Colt and I were-" He started to ramble to break the silence, but just when he was going to keep on, the familiar voice of Matt was heard and at his words, both men looked at the door.
"Fight! Mike walked into the dining room and started to beat Ted up!" And with that said, the smaller and the winner of that day's challenged ran back the same way he came.
"Shit, why do I feel like I need to go and make a safe for Ted?" Randy said and without looking back, he walked out.
What followed next happened quickly, Punk, a bit confused walked out of the salon and headed straight to the dining hall. Like he has been expecting, Mike was indeed brawling with Ted and it took several of the guys to break them up.
Surprisingly, the one that took Mike away was John and once he was gone, Ted disappeared with both Randy and Cody.
Pete and Mandy were distressed and a bit lost, but because the commotion dwindled down, Punk just sat down, ignored everybody and ate. For a while he had both Matts chatting nonstop by his side but not really feeling in the mood for them, he finished his food and went to his room.
Like he has been expecting, the room still had one bed but at least Randy wasn't on it. Taking advantage of the solitude, he took a long shower, shaved and once dressed up he got into the bed all sprawled out and closed his eyes.
He had a lot of things on his mind; what happened between him and Randy that day, what John said and of course, a dilemma in his mind that wasn't letting him sleep.
Not that he has been expecting to sleep, but lying down with no one interrupting him was good for thinking and that's the only thing that he needed, to think.
What was happening between him and Orton?
Not that it mattered much, after the program was done he would only have one week left on his contract and he wasn't planning on renewing it. Meaning, that it didn't matter.
A kiss, two kiss, a crush… those were stupid things and he didn't care for stupid things.
Getting more relaxed as time passed by, the door to the room got opened and then close and opening one eye to take a peek, he saw Orton walking in and heading straight towards the bathroom.
He didn't close the door and closing his eyes once again, Punk heard when he started the shower. The younger of the two took his time there and when he walked out, all Punk could perceive was the clean scent that clung to him while he moved around to turn off the lights.
It was stupid, he also showered with that soap and that same shampoo and he didn't smell like that. It was another thing that wasn't fair, not only did Randy looked heavenly no matter the conditions he was in, he also smelled like a sin waiting to be taken on.
"Move over." Randy said, his voice coming off with that annoying monotone voice he had when speaking. It was as if everything bored him to death…
Without speaking, Punk moved to the side and when Randy squeezed between his body and the wall, he snickered.
"So you have a crush on me, uh? Not that I blame you, I mean look at me, I have undeniable charm and I always find it hard to keep the multitudes away. I have to fight both men and women with a stick to keep them from assaulting me with their…"
"Shut up,"
"Don't be bitter because you saw yourself reflected in what I just said. It's okay, I'm used to draw people to me, I'm like a magnetic force…"
"Jesus Christ!" Randy complained out loud and with a laugh, he grabbed Punk by the arm and made him lay flat on his back.
"I swear you get on my nerves like no one else."
Licking his lips and feeling Randy hovering over him, Punk snorted. "So I get in your nerves and not in your pants, that's why you are so bitter?"
"I'm not bitter, if I wanted you to get in my pants, I would have you in my pants right now." Randy whispered in the lowest of tones and feeling his breath caressing his face softly, Punk closed his eyes.
With his lips curving into a sly smile, Punk placed his left foot over the mattress and his hand moved until it was touching lightly Randy's hip. "You wish, too bad for you I'm not that easy."
"Yeah, too bad." Randy said and moved a bit away, resting on his side but leaving his hand brushing against Punk's arm.
Blinking his eyes open, the Chicago native turned to his side as well, his back to Randy and facing towards the door.
In that position, he could feel the entire length of Randy pressing against him and he knew right in that moment, that he was going to have the longest night ever…