Jeff went up to his room to go pack some stuff real quick but Punk stopped him. "Where are you going? You've got a suitcase right there."
Jeff narrowed his eyes when Punk pointed to the suitcase on the couch filled with his underwear. "I am not just taking my underwear drawer."
"You're right, we only need like, two pairs of them," said Phil.
"If those two pairs happen to be boxers," said Jeff.
"You and I are thinking of two completely different pairs," said Punk, digging through the suitcase.
"You can't just dig through my underwear," said Jeff, walking over to Punk.
"I've already done it before," said Punk. He got a dirty grin when he found the two thongs he saw in the drawer.
Jeff glared at him. "I'm not wearing those."
"It's these or nothing," said Punk.
"It's not like we can pack a wholet suitcase with just two pairs of underwear," said Jeff.
"Don't worry, I got this," said Punk. He stuffed them in his back pocket and grabbed Jeff's hand. "Alright, we're ready. Let's go."
Jeff's jaw dropped as they walked out of the house. "You can't just walk around with those in your pocket!"
"I can, and I will," said Punk, opening his car door for Jeff.
Jeff shook his head as he got in the car. Punk walked over to the driver's side and got in. They drove to the airport and bought two tickets to Chicago. On the plane, Punk put his arm around Jeff and cuddled him closer. Even though Jeff had the window seat and Punk had the aisle seat, the middle person wasn't there so Punk moved over.
Jeff smiled and leaned his head on Punk's shoulder.
"For once, public transportation isn't too terrible," said Punk.
Jeff laughed. "We just boarded the plane, don't hold your breath."
Punk smirked and turned Jeff's face towards him. "Well at least I have a flight buddy this time." He kissed Jeff and ran his hand up Jeff's thigh until someone poked his back. Punk turned and saw a little boy standing there. "You're in my seat mister!"
"Just take mine," said Punk.
"I can't! The flight attendant said all passengers have to be in their designated seat," said the kid.
Punk grumbled and moved over so the kid could it in the middle.
The kid looked at Punk. "Are you one of the Backstreet Boys?"
Punk furrowed his brows and Jeff tried to contain his laughter. "What? No! I'm not!"
"Are you sure?" Said the kid.
"Yes. I'm sure," said Punk.
"I think you are," said the kid.
"Where are your parents?" Asked Punk.
"Not here!" Said the kid. "They sent all by myself to go visit my grandparents! They're gonna pick me up at the airport and we're gonna go fishing!"
"Woop de doo," said Punk.
The kid looked down at Punk's back pocket. "What's that red thing sticking out of your pocket mister?"
"Don't touch that!" Said Punk, shooting the kid's hand away and shoving Jeff's underwear further down in his pocket.
"Are those panties mister? Why do you have panties in your pocket? Those have coodies!" Said the kid, attracting the whole plane's attention.
"Could you possibly be any louder!" Said Punk.
"Sure!" Said the kid. "Why are there panties in your po-"
Punk put on a finger on the kid's mouth while everyone on the plane started looking at Punk. "I didn't mean literally!"
He moved his finger away and saw Jeff with his face in his hands, trying not to laugh.
Punk had to listen to the kid jabber on for the whole flight, talking about everything under the blue.
"Finally!" Said Punk, when the flight attendant announced the plane was now de-boarding at twelve in the morning. Him and Jeff got off and the kid followed them until they found his grandparents.
"Oh thank you for looking after him. I hope he wasn't too much trouble," said the grandmother.
"Oh no, he was just delightful," said Punk, using sarcasm. The grandparents didn't seem to pick up on it though.
"He's a Backstreet Boy Gramma!" Said the kid.
"I'm sure he is," said the grandmother as they all walked away.
As him and Jeff left the airport, Punk grumbled. "I don't even look like a Backstreet Boy."
Jeff laughed. "I can see why you hate public transportation now."
"Your panties caused me so much trouble. All the women on the plane looked at me like I was a pervert," said Punk.
"You are a pervert," said Jeff. "You raided my underwear drawer."
"You're my boyfriend it doesn't count," said Punk, sliding his arm around Jeff's waist.
"Still," said Jeff. "You had not one, but TWO thongs in your back pocket. What we're they supposed to think?"
"That it's none of their business," said Punk, sliding his hand into Jeff's back pocket, getting a dirty grin. "I forgot you still didn't have underwear on."
Jeff crossed his arms. "I would if you wouldn't have stolen all of mine."
"I did not steal it," said Punk. "I just relocated it."
"Same thing," said Jeff, getting into Punk's car.
"Nah, I could've brought it all here," said Punk, getting in the driver's side. "THAT would've been stealing."
"Oh really? So the ones in your pocket don't count?" Said Jeff.
"Nope," said Punk. "Cause you're gonna wear them."
"Is that so?" Said Jeff.
"Yeah. You're gonna try them on for me, and model them for me, and some other very nice stuff for me," said Punk, whispering in Jeff's ear, before he pulled away. "Tonight, though. I'm too tired for any of that this morning. I haven't slept in two days."
After they got to Punk's house, Jeff looked around and smiled. "Nice house, Phil."
"Thanks. Come on, I'll show you the bedroom," said Punk, walking up the stairs, Jeff following after him.
"Wow," said Jeff, looking at Punk's huge, wooden bed.
"Yeah, I thought you'd like it," said Punk, pulling Jeff close to him. "Now get some pajamas on."
"I don't have any pajamas," said Jeff.
Punk took off his shirt and pulled on of Jeff's thongs out of his back pocket, handing them to Jeff. "Now you do."
Jeff smirked at him. "I thought you said none of this until tonight."
"Nothing wrong with a sneak peek," said Punk.
Jeff shook his head and went to go change in the bathroom. Punk took his pants off and put some sweatpants on, then laid in his bed. He smirked when Jeff walked out of the bathroom." And you never wear these because?"
"Shut up," said Jeff, laying in Punk's bed. "They're gross."
"Nah," said Punk, pulling Jeff close to him. "You look pretty Damn sexy."
Jeff smiled and wrapped his arms around Punk shoulders, and quickly fell asleep.
When they woke up at around eleven in the morning, Punk immediately started kissing Jeff. Jeff moaned and kissed him back, pressing himself up against Punk. Punk licked Jeff's bottom lip, but Jeff pulled away when he heard his phone ring.
"Hey," said Punk, when Jeff turned around to grab it.
"It's Matt I have to answer," said Jeff, answering the phone. "Hello?"
"Where the hell are you?!" Said Matt.
"Oh," said Jeff. "I'm, uh, in Chicago,"
"... are you fucking kidding me?" Said Matt.
"Nope," said Jeff. "Phil's here to. See."
Jeff held the phone up to Punk and he smirked. "Hey bro, sup?"
Jeff put the phone back to his ear.
"And you didn't think it'd be important to tell anyone?!" Said Matt.
"I told you now," said Jeff. "Anyways, I've gotta go, I'm a little busy." Jeff hung up the phone and resumed kissing Jeff.
Matt sighed and called his and Jeff's dad, Gil. "Hey dad, yeah, I found him. He's in Chicago."
"What in the hell is he doing in Chicago," said Gil.
"His stupid boyfriend lives there," said Matt.
"He already has a boyfriend? When did this happen? Who is it?" Said Gil.
"Yes, about a week ago, and it's CM Punk. He was here yesterday," said Matt.
"Jeff brought his boyfriend all the way to North Carolina and I didn't even get to meet him?" Said Gil.
"Well he was at my party yesterday," said Matt.
"Well you tell Jeff next week he had better bring his boyfriend back so I can properly introduce myself," said Gil.
"Alright, I'll tell him," said Matt. He got off the phone with his dad and called Jeff again.
Jeff and Punk were making out in Punk's bed, and just when Punk slid his hand over Jeff's ass, Jeff's phone rang again.
"Oh my God," said Jeff, grabbing his phone and answering it. "What?!"
"Dad says you have to bring Punk home again next week so he can meet him," said Matt.
"Fine," said Jeff, before Punk grabbed his phone. "We're fucking don't call back." And with that Punk hung up the phone, tossed it off the bed, and reattached himself to Jeff's lips. He slid his shirt off of Jeff while Jeff worked on his pants.
Matt glared at the phone in disgust after Punk hung up on him. He really did not need, or want, to know that. 'Stupid Punk,' thought Matt.' At least Jeff seems happy.'
Punk pulled Jeff up to straddle his lap when Jeff took his pants off, leaving them in nothing but their underwear. He ran his hands up Jeff's thighs, but stopped when he heard his phone ring.
"Wha- Punk!" Said Jeff, when Punk reached for his for his phone.
"You got to answer yours, I get to answer mine,"said Punk, grabbing his phone.
Jeff grumbled and moved to get off Punk's lap, but Punk held him in place. "No no. Stay where you are." He answered his phone, not even bothering to look at who it was, while rubbing Jeff's thigh. "Hello?"
"Hey Phil, it's Amy," said Amy Dumas.
"Oh, hi," said Punk, awkwardly.
"I was just calling because, we'll, I know you don't really like relationships, but I really think we could have something," said Amy.
Punk sighed and smirked, moving his hand to the inside of Jeff's thigh. "Amy, this is really not the time to talk about this. You're kind of interrupting something."
"Interrupting what?" Said Amy.
"Well, the thing is, I'm kind of already in a relationship," said Punk.
"What?! With who?!" Said Amy.
"Oh, someone you know. Quite well," said Punk. "And I'm kind of in the middle of doing them right now so..."
"... I swear to God Phil If you're fucking Trish right now-" Said Amy.
"No not Trish," said Punk. "Although, he did date Trish."
"HE?!" Said Amy.
"Oh, yeah, I'm gay," said Punk. "And now if you wouldn't mind Jeff needs my attention so-"
"JEFF?!" Said Amy. "As In Hardy?!"
"Yes," said Punk. "Now get off the phone or I'll hang up."
"No!" Said Amy. "Put him on the phone!"
"No!" Said Punk. "Go away we're busy. I'm gonna hang up."
"Put him on the phone, or I'll tell your mom on you," said Amy.
"For what?! Having sex?! I'm a grown ass man!" Said Punk.
"No! For hanging up on me. You know your mom loves me," said Amy.
Punk groaned and gave Jeff the phone. "She wants to talk to you."
Jeff took the phone while Punk's hands ran rampant all over his legs. "Hello?"
"I've known you your whole damn life and you never told me you're gay?!" Said Amy.
"It never came up," said Jeff.
"Never came up my ass," said Amy. "And now you're fucking my ex-lover?"
"Actually, I'M doing the fucking," said Punk.
"Shut up Phil," said Jeff and Amy at the same time, while Punk's hands slipped under Jeff's thong straps.
"Um, yeah, Ames, I'm gonna have to call you back. Yeah, ok, bye," said Jeff. He tossed the phone aside just as Punk pulled his thong down.
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