Punk yawned as he came down the stairs the next morning. He smiled, seeing Jeff cooking in the kitchen in just a t-shirt and underwear. Punk didn't know what he did to get so lucky to wake up to this every morning, but he must be doing something right. Punk walked over and wrapped his arms around Jeff's waist. "Good morning."
"Good morning. Has Vince called you yet?" said Jeff.
"No. He'll probably call in an hour. I don't know if I want him too, though. I love wrestling, but, I need a break. I am so tired of Vince's bullshit. He's being such a prick about this whole situation, and I don't want to go back without you, it won't be the same," said Punk.
"Well, it's your choice. Don't let him pressure you," said Jeff, looking back at him.
"I know," said Punk, kissing his cheek and leaning against the counter next to the oven. "I don't know what I want, though."
"I know what I want," said Jeff, taking the eggs he was making off the stove and putting them on a plate.
"What?" said Punk, as Jeff stood in front of him and took his hands.
"For you to be happy," said Jeff, kissing him.
Punk moaned softly and kissed him back. "I'm happy when you're in my bed."
Jeff laughed and grabbed the food. "Get your mind off of sex for one second and eat your food."
Punk smirked and grabbed his plate from Jeff. They sat together at his table and ate their food. He really couldn't believe all of this started from a bet.
It wasn't that he was proud of the bet, but, he didn't regret it since it got him this. He knew that bet was wrong but he wouldn't change a single thing if he had the chance. With all the overwhelming stuff that had gone on lately, just having a nice breakfast with the man he loved was everything to him. Punk couldn't believe just a week ago they were broken up, and now, he was almost considering asking Jeff to move in with him. He didn't feel like CM Punk anymore, he felt like Phil Brooks, and he loved every second of it.
Punk wasn't constantly grumpy anymore, he wasn't irritable with people, and he was in love. In, love. That was a big deal. At WWE he felt like he was treated like a larger than life character, as a super hero, or villain. But here, at home with Jeff, he felt human. Punk couldn't care less how much Vince was going to hate him for this, but he didn't think he was ever going back. If he stayed there he was going to wind up in a straught jacket one day. A lot of people there should already be in straight jackets. He spent everyday repressing his emotions, becoming CM Punk, and it was just too much now. The other wrestlers had always told him to just write his feelings out, that's what they did. He tried it... Once. Not his thing. Writing was definitely Jeff's forte.
And that was another thing that bothered him, what he said to Jeff, and the fact that he got away with it scot free. When Punk went off-script for the sole purpose of hurting Jeff, not to further the storyline, just solely to hurt him, that should have been a red flag that something was wrong. He still couldn't believe Jeff forgave him. Punk certainly wouldn't have.
"Watcha thinking about?" said Jeff, looking over at him.
Punk sighed. "I'm not going back."
Jeff raised a brow. "You're sure? You had a long day yesterday, maybe you just need time to think."
"I've thought about it, I've never been more sure of anything," said Punk. "I'm beat up."
"Mentally or physically?" said Jeff.
"Both," said Punk. "I'm tired of getting my ass kicked for a living."
Jeff smirked. "I don't beat you up that much."
Punk smirked back. "I have scratches on my back that say differently."
Jeff rolled his eyes with a smile. "I was talking about wrestling."
"You're not wearing pants right now I can't help it," said Punk, looking down at Jeff's legs.
"You'd think you'd be used to this by now," said Jeff.
"You can never get used to an angel in your life," said Punk, winking at him.
Jeff blushed and looked at his food. "I'm beat up too."
"I'm sorry, I'll be more gentle next time," said Punk.
"Phil-"
"Ok, I'll stop," said Punk, chuckling.
Jeff smirked at him and ate a bite of his eggs. "I'm tired of being on the road all the time, and I'm sick of planes and hotels."
"Maybe you shouldn't go back," said Punk.
"I'm under contract," said Jeff.
"Not stopping me," said Punk, resting his hands behind his head.
Jeff chuckled. "Such a rebel."
"Seriously though, I've been thinking about something," said Punk. "Since you're tired too, and you practically live here anyways..."
Jeff smiled. "You want me to move in?"
"I definitely wouldn't mind waking up to this every morning," said Punk, grabbing Jeff's hand and kissing it. "I really like being around you."
"I'd love to," said Jeff, kissing him.
Punk kissed back for a few seconds before his phone rang. He sighed and grabbed it. "And there it is." Punk answered it and walked away from the table. "Hello?"
"I trust you've rethought your actions," said Vince.
"I was serious, I quit," said Punk.
"Are you kidding me? You can't actually be thinking of leaving right now," said Vince. "Do you realize you're in a HUGE storyline?"
"Jeff's quitting too," said Punk. "We're done,"
"What?!" said Vince. "You can't leave you're under contract!"
"Try to stop me," said Punk, hanging up the phone.
Jeff walked over to him. "Well, that sounded official."
"I'm not going back on the road," said Punk, tossing his phone aside. "I've got enough money anyways." He walked over and wrapped his arms around Jeff. "You're my priority now."
"It's a long career to just toss away," said Jeff.
"I'm not tossing it away, I'm moving on," said Punk. "Are you?"
Jeff thought for a second before answering. "Yes."
Punk leaned down and kissed him. "You're too hot to get beat up all the time anyways."
Jeff chuckled and kissed back. "I don't want to go back anyways after what happened."
"You feeling ok about that?" said Punk, brushing a piece of Jeff's hair back.
Jeff nodded. "You've made it a lot easier for me."
"That's my job," said Punk. "I love you."
"I love you too," said Jeff, pecking his lips. "I'm gonna get dressed."
"Do you have to?" said Punk, as Jeff walked upstairs.
"Yep!" said Jeff.
Punk smirked and walked back to the table. He picked up breakfast and groaned when his phone rang again. Punk picked it up. "What?"
"Woah, hostility," said John.
"Oh, hey John," said Punk. "Sorry, I thought it was Vince calling again."
"Why am I reading that you quit?" said John.
"Where are you reading this?" said Punk.
"Dirtsheets," said John.
"Damn they're fast," said Punk.
"So it's true?" said John.
"Yep," said Punk.
"What?!" said John. "Why?"
"I'm done, Jeff is too," said Punk.
"You're serious?" said John. "You're actually doing this right now?"
"I've thought it over," said Punk. "It's time."
"Well, alright," said John. "Jeff thought about it too? He really wants this?"
"Yeah," said Punk. "He's moving in with me."
"Geeze, what the hell happened last night?" said John.
Punk chuckled. "I got my priorities straight. I'll talk to you later."
"Yeah, later," said John.
Jeff sighed happily as he laid on the bed after getting dressed. He missed Punk's house so much, and was so glad to be back in his bed. Jeff picked up his phone and called Matt. He should probably let him know where he is right now.
"Hey," said Jeff when Matt answered the phone.
"What's up?" said Matt.
"I'm at Punk's house," said Jeff.
"I know," said Matt. "I could hear you from North Carolina."
Jeff blushed. "Shut up. How'd you know?"
"John told me," said Matt. "You know, so I wouldn't be waiting for you at the airport like an idiot."
"Sorry," said Jeff, rolling his eyes. "It wasn't exactly planned."
"I'm used to it by now, everything you do is on impulse," said Matt.
"Speaking of on impulse," said Jeff, biting his lip.
"What? Did you stop in Vegas and get married?" said Matt.
"No," said Jeff. "We're moving in together."
"What?!" said Matt.
"And I quit WWE," said Jeff, biting his lip.
"Jeff!" said Matt. "Are you crazy?! Those are not decisions you make on impulse!"
"I can't go back there," said Jeff. "No one looks at me the same."
"This is everything you have ever worked for, and you're throwing it away for a guy," said Matt.
"I'm not throwing it away for a guy," said Jeff, glaring. "This is my decision."
"Is it? Or are you just quitting because Punk quit?" said Matt.
"I thought you liked him," said Jeff. "Why are you freaking out?"
"I do, I totally support you two being together, but it's really soon to move in together," said Matt. "And I don't want you doing something you're gonna regret the next time you break up. You guys just got back together LAST NIGHT."
"There isn't going to be a next time," said Jeff.
"Oh really? You're both in agreement that you're gonna stay together forever?" said Matt. "Because I don't ever recall Punk being a man of commitment. You realize this all started on a bet right?"
"Shut up," said Jeff. "You have no idea what you're talking about. He loves me."
Matt scoffed. "Whatever. Let's say he does. You're still doing this for him. He's not doing anything for you. You're quitting for him, you're moving to his house. You're giving up everything. What's he giving up?"
"Fuck off, this is for me. Maybe I want to live here, maybe I WANT to leave. I can make my own decisions," Said Jeff.
"Then do it," said Matt.
Jeff hung up the phone and tossed it aside with a huff. He got up and started walking back downstairs. 'Stupid dick, I can make my own fucking decisions. I'll show him.'
Punk was flipping through channels when he saw Jeff coming downstairs. "Hey," said Punk. "Vince isn't exactly taking the news well. He updated people on us online, I apparently 'kidnapped' you."
Jeff rolled his eyes with a smirk, sitting next to Punk. "Well then, I guess I'm your captive."
Punk eyebrows quirked when he picked up Jeff's tone and he tossed the remote aside. He picked up Jeff and immediately started carrying him upstairs, as Jeff chuckled. Punk tossed him on the bed and immediately got him undressed again, kissing him hungrily.
"You act like we have sex once a month," said Jeff, as Punk kissed his neck.
"You're just that good," said Punk, making Jeff smile and blush. Things quickly got hot and heavy, leaving them panting in each other's arms. Jeff snuggled into Punk until his phone rang again. Punk sighed as Jeff pulled away to grab it.
"It's Vince again," said Jeff with annoyance.
"Oh my god," grumbled Punk, running his hands over his face.
Jeff got a smirk as he opened up the camera on Punk's phone. "You really wanna fuck with him?"
Punk looked over at him and blinked. "You have never been sexier than you are right now."
Jeff laughed as Punk pulled him closer again. Punk laid his head over Jeff's and Jeff took a picture. "Welcome to the dark side," said Punk, making Jeff chuckle. Jeff tweeted the pic on Punk's account and turned back to Punk, kissing him again. Punk moaned and grabbed Jeff's butt. "Not that I'm complaining, but what's going on?"
"What do you mean?" said Jeff, giving him a confused look.
"You're acting a little, not like yourself," said Punk, as Jeff kissed his neck.
"Nothing's going on," said Jeff, wrapping his arms over Punk's shoulders.
"Oh yeah?" said Punk, laying his head down on the pillow and wrapping his arms around Jeff's waist. "Cause you hate private pictures on the internet."
"I was just doing what you do," said Jeff.
"But that's not what you do," said Punk. "You're reserved, and level headed, I'm the crazy one here."
Jeff chuckled. "You're overreacting."
"I just worry about you, you've been through a lot lately," said Punk, brushing Jeff's hair back.
"It's not about that," said Jeff. "I'm over that."
"No you're not," said Punk.
"Ok, maybe I'm not, but it's still not about that," said Jeff.
"What's up?" said Punk, resting an arm under his head.
"Matt got mad about me moving in with you, and leaving WWE," said Jeff.
"Why?" said Punk.
"He thinks we're moving too fast," said Jeff. "And that I'm just doing this to please you, and then he started talking about the bet and shit."
"Are you just doing this to please me?" said Punk.
"No," said Jeff.
"Then that's what matters," said Punk, kissing his hand.
"He's so stupid," grumbled Jeff, as Punk played with his hair.
"He cares about you," said Punk. "He's probably just gonna miss you. You're his little brother, you've always lived close to each other, and now you're just moving to Chicago."
Jeff sighed. "I guess."
Punk kissed his forehead. "Tell you what, tomorrow, we'll go down there to start packing, and I'll talk to him about it, ok?"
"Alright," said Jeff. Punk's phone started ringing again and he sighed. Jeff started to reach for it but Punk pulled him back. "Just ignore it," said Punk. "I'm tired of him."
Jeff got a small smirk. "Well aren't you just a rebel."
Punk smirked back. "Shut up."
"Make me," said Jeff, giving him bedroom eyes.
Punk bit his lip. "You're not leaving this bed today." Jeff moaned as Punk moved on top of him and pulled the covers over his head.
Through the next few hours Punk's phone didn't stop ringing, and Jeff's started up after Punk refused to answer. Punk groaned as he turned his phone off. "Why can't he just take a fucking hint?"
Jeff leaned over the back of the couch and wrapped his arms across Punk's shoulders. "You're just too desirable."
Punk chuckled and grabbed Jeff's hand, leading him around the couch. "Come here, I wanna talk to you."
Jeff sat next to Punk and layed his head on his shoulder. "You're absolutely sure this is what you want?" said Punk.
"Yeah," said Jeff, furrowing his brows. "I told you this is what I want. What's the problem?"
"There's no problem, I just don't want to rip you out of your home and your job if it's just to please me," said Punk.
"As much as I love you, I wouldn't do all of this just to please you. Trust me," said Jeff.
"Alright," said Punk. "I do need to talk to you about some stuff."
"What's up?" said Jeff.
"I'm sorry," said Punk. "For saying you flirted with everyone. I was just jealous."
"Where did you even get that from?" said Jeff.
"Jericho told me that back in the day, you were quite the little flirt," said Punk, poking Jeff's nose.
Jeff blushed and looked down. "I was not."
"And I've gotta say skittles, it's pretty believable," said Punk.
Jeff got a small glare. "How?"
"Just looking at what you wore to the ring I'd believe it," said Punk. "You gave straight men boners in that attire."
"Shut up," said Jeff, blushing harder. "He was just talking out of his ass, as usual."
"I took that into consideration," said Punk. "So I called Lita."
"What?!" said Jeff, his eyes widening.
"And she didn't disagree a single bit," said Punk, getting a small grin. "She went on and on about how you would bat your little eyelashes and have the whole locker room wrapped around your finger."
"That's bullshit," said Jeff, crossing his arms.
"Oh really?" said Punk. "So if I were to give Trish a call-"
"Don't do that," Jeff quickly interjected.
"Well why not?" said Punk.
"She's crazy," said Jeff. "Do you have any idea how long it took to get away from her?"
Punk chuckled. "This is why you don't put your dick in crazy."
"You fucked Adam Rose you have no room to talk," said Jeff.
"Touché," said Punk. "But I think we can both agree, you were a flirt."
"I think not," said Jeff.
"Would Dwayne say the same?" said Punk, smirking as Jeff glared at him.
"Oh my god fine, I may have flirted a little bit," said Jeff.
"A little?" said Punk. "I think it was a lottle."
"I think you're sleeping on the couch tonight," said Jeff.
Punk chuckled and pulled him closer, kissing his forehead. "I'm just teasing."
"It's not like you didn't make your rounds in the locker room," said Jeff.
"I own up to my promiscuity," said Punk.
"I didn't even do anything with anyone," said Jeff.
"I know," said Punk, brushing his hair back. "You're just misunderstood, huh?"
"You're ridiculous," said Jeff.
Punk chuckled and looked back at the tv. "Do you like hockey?"
"I have a feeling I'm gonna have to," said Jeff.
"Yep, that's the test for getting into my house," said Punk. They watched the game for a little while until Jeff's phone rang again.
"Don't answer it," said Punk, as Jeff picked up his phone.
"It's John," said Jeff, answering. "Hello?" He waited for a few seconds before handing the phone to Punk. "It's for you."
"What's up?" said Punk, taking the phone.
"Hey Mr. I can't answer my phone," said John.
"I turned it off Vince has been calling all day," said Punk.
"Well, that's kinda what I called about," said John.
"Did he get you to bitch at me?" said Punk.
"No, it's about Jeff," said John. Punk raised a brow as John continued. "I thought I should tell you first. It'll be easier to hear it from you."
"Alright," said Punk. He looked over at Jeff. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
Jeff nodded and Punk got up and walked upstairs. "What's going on?"
"They reviewed the locker room tapes, Seth was the only one in there after you," said John. "And when he was in there and Jeff's photos leaked, the times match up."
Punk saw red as he gripped the phone. "That piece of shit."
"The guys handling this are saying there's no proving exactly it was him-"
"What more proof do they need?!" said Punk. "No one else could have!"
"They said I'm suspicious too, as are you," said John. "But I talked to Triple H about it. He said there's no way they're gonna hold us responsible, but that Vince is protecting Seth cause they have big plans for him. The last thing he wants is for this to get out."
"That's fucking bull shit!" said Punk. "They're not gonna punish him?"
"Probably not," said John. "If they do, it'll be something inside and small."
Punk took a deep breath and then scoffed. "If they think this isn't getting out-"
"Don't tweet about it," said John.
"Why not?" said Punk. "That bastard deserves this."
"He does, but think about Jeff for a second," said John. "This doesn't just affect you."
Punk sighed and walked into his bedroom, plopping down on the bed. "I can't just sit here and do nothing."
"All I'm saying is, before you make any rash decisions, talk to Jeff first," said John. "Whatever you're feeling right now, it's gonna be a thousand times worse for him."
"Yeah," said Punk, rubbing his neck with a sigh.
"And think of me too," said John. "Cause Triple H trusted me to keep this to myself."
"Why did he trust you with this?" said Punk.
"Um, I don't know. We're, close," said John.
Punk furrowed his brows. "Are you, did you sleep with him?"
"Look, I have to go," said John. "Bye."
Punk shook his head with a small smirk. "Bye." He hung up the phone and ran his hands over his face with a sigh. "Oh boy, Jeff's gonna take this well."
"Take what well?" said Jeff, walking up to him.
Punk looked over at him and looked back down. "Sit down with me."
Jeff sat nect to him with a concerned look. "What's wrong?"
"Before I say anything, this has nothing to do with me being jealous, or just not liking him, or anything like that," said Punk. "And if you don't believe me you can ask John."
"Phil what's going on?" said Jeff.
"It was Seth," said Punk.
Jeff furrowed his brows. "What was Seth?"
"He leaked the pictures," said Punk, as Jeff's face fell. "They looked at the security tapes, he was the only one in the locker room."
"But... How did, how do they know?" said Jeff.
"The times matches up," said Punk. "And no one else was in there before John."
Jeff looked down and brushed some of his hair back. "I can't believe this. Why would he do that?"
"Take your time with it," said Punk, rubbing his back. "You need some water?"
Jeff nodded silently and Punk left the room. He buried his face in his hands before rubbing his eyes with his hands and sighing. Jeff felt a tear roll down his face and wiped it away.
Punk walked back in and kissed the top of his head, handing him the water. "You ok?"
Jeff nodded and drank some. "I need a drink."
"You have a drink," said Punk.
"I need a harder drink," said Jeff.
"Getting drunk isn't gonna fix this," said Punk.
"Just, please," said Jeff. "I need one."
Punk sighed softly and took his hand. "Come here." He layed down and pulled Jeff on top of him, running his hand through his hair.
"I thought he was my friend," said Jeff, squeezing his eyes shut tightly and nuzzling into Punk's chest.
"I know," said Punk, softly. "I'm so sorry."
Jeff sofrly cried into his chest as Punk just gently rubbed his back. "He's gonna get what he deserves," said Punk. "I promise you."
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