Jon couldn't help the smile that had appeared on his face as he reminisced about the night he'd spent with Phil. He pulled the black utility vest over his head as his mind wandered back. By the time they had finished, it was late. Both men had cleaned up, redressed themselves, and fallen asleep on Phil's bed together. Jon remembered passing out while watching Phil pack a few of his things for the next day of travel, and when he woke a few hours later, he found the WWE Champion curled around him, fast asleep.

Without wanting to wake Phil, Jon managed to manoeuvre his way out of Phil's grasp to head back to his own hotel room. He needed to get packing as well, since they would be on the road as soon as the show had finished that night. The journeys too and from various states became tedious quickly, and Jon would usually find himself sleeping for the majority of the ride.

Jon made his way to the bench, and while lacing up his boots his mind continued to explore. It was always a good time to think when he was alone in the locker room, and Jon needed that right now. The emotions and feelings he had for Phil were a complete mess. He felt everything from frustration to pure lust. Confusion and questions about his own sexuality throwing themselves in the mix along with unwanted feelings of attachment. Everything made Jon's head and heart ache. As he tied the lace in a tight knot, he decided to give up. No matter how many long hours he spent trying to make sense of his feelings, nothing was ever cleared up. It was still a mess, just a different mess. One thing was for certain though, Jon definitely had feelings for Phil. Although he constantly tried to convince himself it was only for the belt. All of these emotions would subside once he had his hands on that United States Championship, surely.

Jon looked up at the pale blue lockers and smiled to himself. He wanted to see Phil. For some reason he had this urge to be around Phil as much as possible now, he had no idea why, but he was no beginning to understand why girls were so damn clingy. Once you let someone take your 'virginity' in such a way, you don't want them to ignore you. The thought and fear of being used and forgotten about was not pleasant, he didn't want to be forgotten about. He enjoyed being wanted and needed especially by someone as unexpected as the Straight Edge Superstar.

He knew where Phil's locker room was. Being WWE Champion as well as one of the most stubborn bastards ever always got you a private room. Jon on the other had, was still sharing. He took a quick walk down the long halls of the arena they were going to be performing in. Travelling around constantly always toyed with Jon's body clock and schedule. He had no idea what state they were in, just that they needed to wrestle tonight and put on a good show.

He found himself outside of Phil's room. The door was shut, but given their current situation, Jon saw no problem with letting himself in. He turned the doorknob and made his way into the room, immediately locking his eyes on the towel clad body of CM Punk. His short black hair was a cute wet mess and his body was still glistening lightly from the shower he had just enjoyed.

"Hey." Jon smiled, shutting the door and locking it, just for added security. Phil turned to face Jon, and immediately he looked unimpressed. Not the reaction Jon had anticipated.

"Why are you in here?" Phil questioned defensively. "This is my locker room, you don't get to let yourself into my private room, whenever you feel like it."

"Umm..." Jon pondered his response. "Sorry, I guess."

"What do you want?" Phil decided to cut to the chase, turning his attention back to what he was previously doing. He picked up another towel and began to dry off the rest of his body. His ears anxiously awaiting a response. He wasn't sure whether he really wanted Jon in his room or not, but he had to assert authority and keep Jon in his place.

"I just thought you might want to hang out before the show... considering last night, and everything." Jon was rambling. He anxiously ran his hand across the nape of his neck, trying not to show any sign of his own nerves getting the better of him before finally dropping his hand back down to his side, resting them on his hips.

"No."

Phil was blunt. He didn't even bother to look Jon in the eye, instead he began to dress himself, he pulled the towel away from his body and Jon couldn't stop his eyes from wandering down. Phil knew exactly what he was doing. He used his body to control Jon. He wasn't too keen on selling himself in that way previously, but something made him enjoy toying with Jon's lust.

"No? No what?" Jon made his way over to Phil. The WWE Champion finished dressing himself in his black and red trunks that he had picked for the night. "I don't get what your problem is. We spent an amazing night together. When I woke up you were all... snuggled up against me. Don't tell me, all of that meant absolutely nothing to you?" Jon grabbed Phil's arm, gaining a less than impressed look from him.

"Don't grab me like that, slut." Phil shoved Jon slightly, gaining some distance between them. "You're my bitch. You understand? Mine. I own you now, and that means I call the shots. You can't just come wondering into my locker room thinking that we're going to be all loved up and 'hang out' before the show. I make that decision, not you. You're the slut."

"Stop calling me a fucking slut." Jon furrowed his brow in anger, he shook his head slightly. "I'm not yours either. You don't own me. I'm not a fucking toy that you can just mess around with."

"That was the deal Jon."

"Fuck you and your stupid fucking deal." Jon felt his body tensing up with frustration. He needed to leave before he hurt Phil badly. He knew what he was capable of, and he wasn't going to subject Phil to it. Although his heart ached badly. He felt sick to his stomach, the idea of Phil just using him became a horrible nightmarish thought. He knew that Phil only wanted one thing, but he assumed that the night they had spent together had changed that, obviously he was fucking wrong. Jon quietly hit himself for being so idiotic.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Phil asked as he watched Jon make his way back across the locker room towards the door. He knew he'd upset Jon. Honestly he didn't mean to come off as harshly as he did, but he felt nothing more than friendship towards Jon. He didn't want to lie about his emotions.

"I'm leaving. You can take your stupid deal and go fuck yourself." Jon stopped dead in his tracks. He turned to Phil, and the hurt was written clearly over his face. "I'm not going to be your slut. I didn't sign up for that."

"Actually you did." Phil said matter of factly. "You agreed to have sex with me, in exchange for a title belt. I've kept up my end of the deal haven't I. It's not my fault you can't handle being with a man." Phil paused. "Seriously, though. If you don't want to, that's fine. I'll just tell Steph to forget about giving you what you want. I would put money on Colby and Joe being seriously disappointed."

Phil had nowhere else to turn, so he fell back on blackmail. It wasn't what he wanted to do, in fact he hated having to blackmail someone to get what he wanted. He'd done it with Jon and he didn't plan on carrying on this habit with anyone else. He noticed his control over Jon slowly slipping away, so he had to act on it. Jon didn't truly understand why he felt so attached to Jon. It wasn't love he felt, just ownership.

"I really hate you" The realisation set in as Jon realised why he doing all of this. For that fucking belt. In the heat of the moment, the real reason had slipped away from him. He needed to carry on this secret affair if he wanted to be United States Champion. If he wanted his friends to be Tag Team Champions.

Phil noticed the frustration slipping away from Jon's features. He looked empty and emotionally drained. As much as Phil disliked seeing him like this, he knew he had won and Jon was at his full command yet again. That was how it was going to stay. Phil realised that Jon was like a puppy. He needed constant control and supervision. Although Phil couldn't help but feel slightly guilty about hurting Jon. He wanted to make it up to him, in the best way he knew how.

"Jon." Phil held Jon's hand, trying not to cross the intimate line he had set for himself. "Come meet me after the show okay?"

Jon looked down at his hand, his fingers were currently tangled up in Phil's and he felt a small sense of happiness. The fact that even though all of this, Phil still wanted him. It was something to hang onto.

"Okay." Jon nodded, pulling his hand back and making his way out of Phil's locker room. He had his match soon, and he needed to meet up with his team mates to go over their plans for the night. He knew that even if he told himself not to meet Phil, he still would. The WWE Champion had a scary hold on him that nobody else had ever had in the past. Phil was just as aware of that, and he thrived on it.

A/N: I just wanted to say a quick thanks to those of you who take time to review this story, it really encourages me to keep writing! Did ya'll see the Punkbrose on Smackdown? I think my whole body stopped functioning.