His first night back was hell, he had to go out to the ring and announce his intent to find out who had sullied his name. He had to deal with a lot of people staring at him and chanting that he was a liar. It hurt, but he stayed strong he continued on with his words, he would find out who fucked with him. Once he was backstage he slumped, it sucked because he knew who did this to him, he knew who was responsible for his so called "fall from grace" but, he was still to scared to say a word.
Backstage he could hear everyone whispering about him, watching him with eyes that screamed liar. Eyes that said he got what he deserved. He felt sick, the steal band back around his chest, he needed to get out of sight and relax and breath. He hunched up even more hurrying his way down the hallway towards the privet dressing room Randy had gotten for them. He didn't know if the other man would be there but, he needed to a few minutes to breath.
Once in the room he slumped down on the couch and closed his eye taking slow deep breath to ease the panic rising in his chest. He drifted for a few minutes until he felt rather the saw the light fade out above him. He blinked awake and looked up into the blue eyes of one Chris Jericho. "hey," He said slowly.
"Heard you were back," Jericho said ideally looking amused.
"Same," He said arching an eyebrow. "Why are you in here?"
Jericho smirked slowly. "Just wanted to see how you were doing," he said with a shrug. "and I'm not back, I'm just visiting,"
"Yeah, how's the rock stardom going?" Punk asked getting into the old grove.
"Its going," He waved at the couch. "Can I sit?"
Punk sighed and nodded sitting up slowly swinging his feet back to the floor. "Sure,"
Jericho took the seat and looked over at Punk. "You look good, I mean better then I thought you would, I know how you are,"
Punk looked down at his hands his tongue poking at his non existent lip ring. "Yeah, well I spent some time away from the city, with a good friend."
"Orton right?"
Punk nodded.
"The guy who kicked you in the head rather then tell you he knocked up his beard?" he snorted.
"Its not what you think Chris,"
"I'm just trying to look out for you Punk," He said looking at the younger man. "Your my friend right?" he asked.
Phil nodded sighing. "of course I am, yer one of the few guys who don't look at me like I've grown a few extra heads," He laughed.
Jericho leaned over studying Phil's shoulder. "Nope no heads, just you." He nudged the brunette. "Just be careful, I don't wanna be your shoulder to cry on again, Jess gets suspicious,"
Phil snorted shaking his head. "Jess and the kids love me,"
"I know, I don't get it!" He laughed.
"Why didn't you come visit me?" he asked.
"By the time I got back stateside you were already out of the hospital and on your grand adventure with Orton,"
"He has a name you know,"
"Yeah and so do you, doesn't change what I call you, Punk," Jericho grinned.
Phil rolled his eyes laughing. "I'm okay really..." He said softly.
"You gonna ever spill who did this to you," Jericho asked tenderly touching the fading scar.
Punk held still licking his lips. "Chris.."
"Come on, I'm your best friend if you can't tell me...who can you tell?" He asked.
Phil sniffed looking down drawing away from the touch. "Its just that..."
I'll kill you if you say a word...
He gasped struggling for air suddenly, why in the hell did he believe him, how could he believe him. He squeezed his eyes shut and doubled over pressing his hands to his stomach. He flinched when Jericho's hand rubbed between his shoulders.
"Its alright breath," Chris said gently watching him closely. "its going to be alright, between the 3 of us will figure this out, and the asshole who did this to you will get whats coming to them." He said soothingly.
Phil nodded taking another deep breath slowly relaxing. "I'm okay,"
"Good," Chris said with a warm smile.
Both men looked up as the door opened and Randy stepped in looking uncertain. "Everything okay?"
"Its okay," Phil nodded. "Chris just stopped by to say hi, and I was a little spastic after going to the ring."
Randy blinked looking at the older blond before he nodded. "Its good to see you Chris, I heard you were back,"
He shook his head. "Nah, I'm not back," He said with a small smile. "I'm just visiting some friends like Philly here,"
"Oh jeeze don't call me that," Phil snorted with laughter grinning.
"What? Why not? Its cute...little Philly."
Phil laughed again shoving Chris a little shaking his head. "You are such an asshole,"
He shrugged. "I am what I am," he grinned.
"So when did you two become friends?" Randy spoke up looking back and forth between the blond and brunette.
Phil looked uncertain then shifted. "Sometime in 2008," He said slowly.
"Tell him the truth Phil, we became friends after you punted him in the head," Jericho said leaning back on the couch looking smug.
"Oh," Randy nodded he knew he was the one in the wrong there, he didn't have a right to be jealous or angry, but a small part of him was, a very large part of him wanted to wipe that smug grin off Jericho's face. "That's good I'm glad Phil has friends,"
Jericho nodded. "Everyone needs some," He said mildly.
"We should go out and uh get something to eat," Punk said quickly trying to ease the tension. "You hungry Randall?"
Randy arched an eyebrow and looked at Punk loosing his train of thought at the worried look on Phils face. He nodded. "Yeah, I could eat you wanna come with Jericho?" He asked.
Jericho blinked and nodded surprised Orton was willing to let him come with. He'd been certain Orton would want him as far away from Phil as he could get him. "Yeah, sure...I could eat," He paused. "Hell will take my Limo," He laughed.
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Punk sat backstage his face an unreadable mask, in a few short hours he'd step into the ring with Chris Jericho, the man who'd taken his belt, after Randy had screwed him over. He gritted his teeth watching Randy walk by with his two new best friends his green eyes focused like hate filled daggers if he could throw them, they would maim, kill, oh he hoped for death. Not for him no, but for Randy, Randy deserved to suffer as much as he was. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself, the time would come he would get his revenge. But first he needed his belt, he had to have the damn belt back. He growled softly and almost jumped out of his skin when someone touched his shoulder. He reined his anger in, no need for someone to think he was mentally unstable because he wasn't, he looked up. Jericho stood there holding his belt over his stupid shoulder. He also sported a stupid smile to match his stupid shoulder. Wow, he was in a mood today wasn't he. "What?" He asked. Jericho looked past Punk at Orton then back down at Punk. "Come with me Kid," He said waving him to follow. Punk debated for a second, just ignoring Jericho and remaining where he was and glaring those fun sharp little daggers at Randy. "Come on," Jericho grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. He couldn't resist looking because well he couldn't resist. He felt a sense of smugness when he saw Randy looking at him and Jericho. And with out thinking things through he plastered a grin on his face followed Jericho quickly...
0000000000000Randy had to admit he was having a good time, Punk was happy so that made him happy. He grinned as he watched Punk and Jericho laugh it up, hell a few younger fans came over while they were eating dinner and asked for autographs from all three of them. One of the girls even told Punk she didn't believe what everyone was saying on the news. He smiled his thanks and signed her autograph before they hurried away.
"So," Jericho said after the girls left. "Here I am right, standing on the edge of the stage," He said.
Randy couldn't help but laugh at Jericho's expressions and the way he would wave his hands around.
"and this skinny little kid jumps up on the barricade and totally grabs my junk." he said with a laugh.
Phil snorted into his soda laughing and shaking his head in disbelife. "No way, I mean I've had woman grab my ass before,"
"really?" Randy asked.
"Oh yeah like once a week," he snorted.
"Even during your Hobo beard days?" Jericho asked.
"There are woman who find Hobo Beards hot," Punk laughed.
"No, no there really arn't," Randy laughed.
"Okay fine they just like my ass,' Phil snorted.
"That I will buy,"
Phil rolled his eyes laughing softly. "Yeah, I'm sure you would"
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Randy asked sipping his drink.
"It means you'd buy Phil's ass, just as quick as some chick would given the chance." chris laughed.
"Not that he has to buy it,"
"Oh no especially when yer willing to give it to him," Jericho snorted.
Phil blinked then laughed softly. "I'm not just...I mean," he blushed his ears turning red as both Randy and Chris started laughing. "Shut up!" They both just laughed even harder.
Chris held up his hand as his cell buzzed he pulled it out of his pocket checking the text he'd just received. He blinked and sighed. "Well boys the old ball and chain calls I must bid you a fond adieu."
"Whose pussy whipped now Jericho?" Randy asked with a grin.
Jericho shrugged. "I enjoy my Pussy...wait...that came out wrong!"
Phil doubled over the table as he snorted soda out of his nose. "OH my god," he laughed hystericlly practically falling out of the chair. "He enjoys his pussy!" He continued laughing gasping for air. "I never knew chris! When did you have a Sex Change!"
"Hardy har har," Chris grumbled shaking his head. "Good night children," he said before heading off leaving Randy and Phil alone.
Phil was still grinning as he took another sip from his soda before he paused. "Well hell!" he blinked.
"What?" Randy asked glancing at him.
"How do you plan on getting back to the hotel? We rode here in Jerky's Limo," He laughed.
"Shit," Randy laughed. "I guess I'll go call us a taxi," he snorted shaking his head getting to his feet and heading to the bar to do just that, Phil watched him go a small smile on his face.
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Phil lay staring at the ceiling musing to himself silently as he listened to the shower run. He sighed softly closing his eyes breathing slowly until the bathroom door opened. He took a deep breath opening his eyes again he watched the bronzed god across the room with just a towel around his hips. Japan was a nice city, it had a nice view. But no view beat the view of Randy Ortons ass. He grinned slightly fiddling with his hair. He sucked on his lip ring watching Randy as he dug through one of his bags looking for his boxers. Phil suppressed his laugh because Randy sure as hell wasn't going to find them. Phil shifted on the bed and rolled onto his side gazing out the window that decorated the whole wall of their shared room. He heard Randy sigh and curse under his breath. "Punk..." he rumbled. "Hmmm," he feigned half sleep.
"Do you have my boxers?" He asked. "Maybe," he fought a grin as the bed dipped down and he was pulled onto his back and the blue eyed Devil stared down at him. "Well do you?" "Not on my person...or maybe I do...guess you'll have to search me," he said grinning. "You're an ass," Randy mumbled before he leaned down capturing the straight edge superstars lips in a heated kiss. Maybe tonight, Phil thought, maybe tonight they would make it past heated kisses, hot touches. He groaned wrapping his arms around The Vipers neck kissing him back pulling him closer begging him for more. In short order both men were naked bodies pressed against each other, moving slowly gently Randy's work roughened hands dragging across Punks oh so sensitive skin. They kissed, felt, teased until Phil was practically begging for more his body withering and arching upwards. "oh fuck me," He gasped out. "What in the hell are you dreaming about Punk!" A voice shattered his dreams, Punk blinked slowly looking over his shoulder at his roommate. "Sorry," "Did Randy show up again?" Jericho asked walking over. "I was dreaming about Japan," He sighed tracing the design on the blanket. "I'm sorry kid," Chris said softly. "Try to get some more sleep," "Yeah, you too." Punk mumbled as he watched Chris drift off. He missed Japan, he missed Randy. But most of all right now, he wanted to Kill Randy.
A/N: So an apology is owed to you my loyal readers. I got kinda pissy over this fic because I thought for some odd reason I had already posted this chapter and that I got no reviews...MY BAD. Apparently all over you reviewed. I just thought you didn't. So here's an extra long Chapter 11 that is just confusing the hell out of me! Cause something totally just changed here that I didn't expect! As always Enjoy! And please READ and Review!
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