Punk woke up the next morning, still on top of Jeff and smiled. He leaned his head down and gently kissed Jeff's forehead. Punk moved off of him, pulling the covers back over him and then sat on the edge of the bed, running his hands over his face. He was still trying to process what all happened last night. Punk had never even thought about saying that before, let alone have it come out of his mouth. There was only one thing to do now. It was time for an emergency call.
Punk pulled on his boxers and some sweatpants and went down to the living room, dialing on his phone. It rang three times before someone answered. "Hello?"
"Maria! I have an emergency!" Said Punk.
"Phil?" Said Maria.
"Yes I need your help with something," Said Punk.
"Can you call back later I'm cooking," said Maria.
"No! This is drastic!" Said Punk.
Maria groaned. "Fine. What's your problem."
"I may have accidentally told someone that I love them," said Punk.
"So, you're having a relationship problem, and your first instinct is to call your ex-lover?" Said Maria.
"Just help me," said Punk.
"What's the magic word?" Asked Maria.
Phil sighed. "Please."
"Good boy," said Maria. "Now, is it Jeff?"
"Yeah," said Punk.
"And you may have accidentally told him You love him?" Said Maria.
"Yes," said Punk.
"And this is a problem because?" Asked Maria.
"I don't know what to do now!" Said Punk.
"Why not?" Said Maria.
"Well, I've never loved anyone before!" Said Punk.
"... Gee, thanks Phil. You meant a lot to me too," said Maria.
"Oh you know you were just my lover," said Punk.
"Yeah Yeah I know. Anyways, do you love him?" Asked Maria.
"I don't know!" Said Punk. "Do I?"
"How am I supposed to know?" Said Maria.
"You're good at this relationship crap what do I do?" Said Punk.
"Well, for a start, you probably shouldn't call it crap," said Maria.
"Right," said Punk. "Then what?"
"Phil, I can't give you a step by step guide on what to do, you just gotta listen to your heart," said Maria.
"Don't give me that Mulan crap! This is a serious situation!" Said Punk.
"Fine. Tell me exactly what you said to him," said Maria.
"Well, we were, you know, doing something, and I told him to get his ass back in the room so I could love him," said Punk.
"Well, you said the word, so you obviously meant it whether you wanted to say it or not, you just gotta admit to it," said Maria.
"But... what if I don't?" Said Punk.
"Don't be a chicken," said Maria.
"I'm not a chicken," said Punk. "I just don't know if I do, I've never felt that before."
"Have you ever felt the way you're feeling now before?" Said Maria.
"No," Said Punk. "I guess not."
"Well there you go. Now, I have to keep cooking before my house burns down. Good luck," said Maria, before hanging up.
Punk sighed and flopped back onto the couch, tossing his phone aside. He ran a hand over his forehead, and then groaned realizing him and Jeff were gonna need to get to the airport soon. Punk walked back into the bedroom and saw Jeff still sleeping. He smiled and laid next to him, cuddling him close. Jeff's eyes slowly opened and he smiled at Punk. "Good morning."
"Mornin'," Said Punk. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah," said Jeff, cuddling closer into Punk. "What time is it?"
"Ten o'clock," said Punk. "We've gotta get heading out to the airport."
Jeff groaned. "Do we have to?"
"Yeah, unless you want us to get fired," said Punk.
Jeff sighed. "Alright. I'm gonna go get dressed."
"Me too," said Punk, giving him a peck before they got up. Punk shuffled through clothes in his suitcase while Jeff grabbed some out of his dresser and went into the bathroom.
As Jeff was changing, Matt called him. "Hello?"
"Hey Jeffro, heading to the airport?" Said Matt.
"About to. Just getting dressed," said Jeff.
"Alright. So, you really like Punk, huh?" Said Matt.
Jeff smiled. "Yeah. I think he really likes me too."
"You sure?" Said Matt. He was really concerned Jeff was falling too hard, too fast, especially with someone like Punk.
"Pretty sure. He almost told me he loved me so you know," said Jeff.
"Woah, he what?!" Said Matt.
"Oh relax he probably just said it to get some," said Jeff. "And he kinda took it back."
"And you're ok with this?" Said Matt.
"Well yeah. I know he cares about me," said Jeff.
Matt sighed. "I really don't understand you sometimes."
Jeff smirked. "No one does. Except Phil. He gets me."
"Well, I'm happy for you," said Matt.
Jeff smiled. "You approve?"
"Yeah. I approve," said Matt, half-smiling.
Jeff grinned. "Thanks Matt! Love ya."
"Love you too Jeff," said Matt, before hanging up.
Jeff walked out of the bathroom and wrapped his arms over Punk's shoulders. He kissed Punk and Punk eagerly kissed back, moaning when Jeff licked his lips. "Damn," Said Punk, when they broke apart. "What was that for?"
Jeff smiled. "Matt approves of you."
Punk smirked. "He finally came around, eh?"
"Yup," said Jeff." You finally won him over."
"How the hell did I do that?" Said Punk.
"Well, it may have been influenced by my dad," said Jeff, and Punk laughed.
"Yeah, that sounds more likely," said Punk. "Is your suitcase all packed?"
"Yup," said Jeff, grabbing it off of the floor.
Punk grabbed his and grabbed Jeff's hand. "Let's go."
Jeff blushed and smiled, following right beside Punk.
They boarded the plane to see the same little kid they were with last time was sitting right behind them.
"I hate public transportation, so, so, much," said Punk.
"At least you get to sit by me this time," said Jeff.
Punk sighed and put his arm around Jeff. "Yeah. That's true. But if he keeps kicking my seat, I'm going to lose it."
Jeff laughed and laid his head on Punk's shoulder. "Well I guess I'll just have to keep you distacted then, huh?"
Punk smirked and let his arm drift down around Jeff's waist. "It would be much obliged." He leaned in and kissed Jeff, letting his hands have free roam. Punk moaned softly. "You're really sexy, you know that?"
Jeff giggled. "You're not so bad yourself."
Punk ran his hands down and slid them into Jeff's back pockets. "Aw, no thong today?"
"Shut up," said Jeff, before slipping his tongue into Punk's mouth.
Punk moaned and ran his hand up Jeff's shirt, but broke away from him when the kid kicked his seat again.
"Will you knock it off!" Said Phil, making the kid giggle. "Why do you always have to fly alone?!"
Jeff smirked and ran his fingers up Punk's thigh. Punk turned back to Jeff. "This is not the time! I will deal with you in a minute!"
Jeff crossed his arms. "Deal with me?"
"You know what I mean," said Punk.
"Are you a zombie?" Asked the kid.
"No!" Said Punk.
"But you were eating his face," said the kid.
"I was not eating his face I was... you know what, first you thought I was a Backstreet Boy, now a zombie, where the heck are you getting these assumptions?"
The kid then gasped and grinned. "Oh yeah! You're a Backstreet Boy! Can I have your autograph?"
Punk just turned around and grumbled. Jeff smirked and turned to the kid. "You can have MY autograph."
The kid grinned and took out a pen and notepad from his bag. "Are you a Backstreet Boy too?"
Jeff took the pen and notepad, signing his name. "No. I'm a professional wrestler"
"Woah cool!" Said the kid, taking the pen and pad back.
"Traitor," said Punk, When Jeff turned back around.
Jeff smirked and cuddled up to him. "It distracted him didn't it?"
Punk put his arm around Jeff and they managed to sleep for the rest of the flight.
At the arena, Jeff and Randy were going against Punk and Edge, and right now Edge and Randy were in.
Punk stood in his corner and looked over at Jeff. He smirked when Jeff looked over at him then quickly looked away. When Jeff looked back over at him, Punk blew him a kiss, getting Jeff to blush and look down at his feet, smiling. Punk chuckled and waited for Randy and Edge to crawl to their respective corners. Him and Jeff were tagged in and they hit their usual spots until Punk backed Jeff into the corner for an Irish whip. "You're hitting me too soft," whispered Jeff.
"So you like it rough?" Whispered Punk, smirking and Irish whipping Jeff into the corner. He charged at Jeff but Jeff jumped over him and kicked him in the stomach. Jeff set him up for a twist of fate, but Punk reversed and hit the GTS, then went for the pin. "You good?" Whispered Punk.
"Good," whispered Jeff.
"Brace yourself," whispered Punk. When the ref counted three, he moved out of the way as Edge went after Jeff to go after Randy. Punk beat Randy down for a little while until Randy reversed a move, getting the upper hand while Jeff did the same. Him and Edge were tossed out of the ring while Jeff and Randy stood tall, much to the delight of the crowd.
Backstage, Punk waited for Jeff and smiled when he walked backstage. "Hey babe."
Jeff smiled. "Hey."
Punk grabbed Jeff's hands and pulled him close. "I said something last night, and even though I didn't mean to say it, I meant it. I mean, I didn't mean that I meant saying it, but I meant what I said. Well, you know what I mean."
Jeff smiled and kissed him. "Yeah. I know what you mean."
"And, I want to say it, but... I uh, I don't really know how. I've uh, kinda never said it before," said Punk.
"That's ok," Said Jeff, giving Punk's hands a light squeeze.
"I uh, I do, though," said Punk.
Jeff smiled and hugged Phil tightly. "I do too, Phil."
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