Sheamus picked Punk up with one arm, carrying him like a child and shifting his bags in the other arm. They both jumped in the back of Cena's car and headed back to his hotel.
Heyman sat by the phone with a smile. It would only be a matter of time. Punk would lose everything and come crawling back. He would be homeless and bruised, and would need Heyman again.
Punk, Cena, and Sheamus drove up and headed into the hotel from the parking lot. Cena immediately headed for the elevators. Sheamus turned to Punk, with a mischievous look in his eyes. "Wanna take the stairs, fella?"
Cena frowned, interjecting."We are on the top floor. There is no way. You'll be exhausted. " He held the door, assuming Punk would join him.
Punk stepped back and whispered, "Carry me?"
Sheamus replied, "Of course, fella. I have been wanting to taste those lips of yours for ages now." Cena shook his head in disbelief, and let the door close.
Sheamis and Punk dashed into the stairwell. Sheamus picked Pink up and Punk straddled his waist. Sheamus grabbed both bags, tossing them in what seemed like an underhand, making the bag land several floors above them. Sheamus cradled Punk's jaw in his hands and brought their lips together, kissing him softly. A low rumble erupted from the back of his throat as he looked punk in the eye. "Oh, it's almost too good, fella." He pulled punk close as he sprinted up the steps, his lips crashing into Punk's as he climbed each step. Before they knew it, they were at the top floor. Punk looked down in surprise to see the bags Sheamus had thrown earlier. Sheamus said nothing as he grabbed the bags and pulled punk in for a slow, soft kiss that made punk sigh.
AN: Stopping just before the sex. Sorry I couldn't upload the oneshot, My computer is down. I am typing this into my cell, and it is taking forever. Bear with me, guys the next chapter should be up today.