AN: Hello all! Sorry for any confusion on the last update. The site changed up and totally messed up the format of the chapter so I had to post it a couple times to get it right finally. ANYWAYS, short update. Enjoy!
Punk and Randy crashed on to their bed for the night almost simultaneously. They were both beat. They had just got back to their room after the night's Elimination Chamber pay-per-view. Punk had participated in the chamber match, one of the company's most physically demanding and grueling matches. Randy had spent the day rehabbing his again-injured shoulder.
"Punk?"
"Huh?"
"I wanna fuck but—"
"But I'm way too tired," Punk interrupted.
"But I'm waaaayyyy tooooo tired," Randy agreed, exaggerating his words.
"It's fine. We should just sleep."
"But tomorrow night you're gonna be working on your program with Chris all night."
"So we don't fuck tomorrow either." Randy craned his neck to stare at him pointedly. "What?" Punk asked.
"Then Tuesday we both set out on our different tours and then we both have Wrestlemania media the rest of the week and then we probably won't see each other again until Monday."
"So we don't fuck for a week. It's not a big deal."
"We're not an old married couple, Phil. We're two young, hot, horny, fit and in love boyfriends."
"Yeah, but we're also two professional wrestlers who have really exhausting work." Randy looked back up at the ceiling and sighed. Punk arched over him and captured his lips in a kiss. He pulled back to look down into the other's blue eyes. "This doesn't mean anything Randy. It doesn't mean we're deteriorating, or going downhill, or getting cold, or old, or anything. It means we're both fucking exhausted and banged up. That's all."
Randy paused to return the hazel eyes' stare. "You promise?" Randy said in a positively pouty face.
Punk chuckled. "Yes. Now fucking cuddle with me so I can get some sleep."
Randy immediately wrapped an arm around the elder and pressed their bodies together. The warmth and closeness was a much-needed comfort for both men's aching bodies. In short time they both got the sleep they so direly needed.
…
Cody sighed and released his softening cock. He laid alone on a bed in his hotel room. He was completely unclothed. He couldn't get off. Despite how horny he was, his body was tired of his hand. It missed the excitement and the rush of foreign contact, the comforting feeling of a man's weight pressing down on him, the warmth of being touched. His entire body was cold. He pulled the comforter over his body and turned on his side to sleep. In only moments he missed the feeling of having a body pressed up against his back. He rolled on to his back instead.
…
Despite the promise made to him the night before, the following day Randy still wanted Punk. The two had arrived at the arena for Monday Night Raw hours ago and hadn't seen each other since. It was Wrestlemania season and there were plenty of things to keep them busy. Randy had found a free moment and wanted to make the most of it. He paced through the backstage area in search of Punk. He peered in rooms, veered down hallways and asked around before finally finding him. He had just walked out of the trainer's room.
"What'd they say?" Randy asked from behind him.
Punk turned and his mouth formed a smile when his eyes fell on the other. "I'm fine. Hurt, not injured."
Randy had closed the distance between the two of them while Punk spoke, to where he was now directly in front of him. "Fine enough?" He asked with his dirtiest tone and a glint in his eye, grabbing Punk's ass with both of his hands and pulling their groins together. Punk immediately broke their contact with two hands and a strong push against Randy's chest.
"Randy!"
"Well not right here. We could find some place more secluded." Randy shrugged.
"That's not the point. We're at work."
"So? I have some time to kill."
"Well, I don't."
Randy nearly huffed at the response. "So we're just not gonna fuck for a week?"
Punk took a step closer to Randy. "Would you keep it down?" He asked scornfully. "I guess we're not." They stood in silence then. "Sorry Randy, I've got to go." Punk turned and walked away without waiting for a response. Randy stood still and watched him until he turned a corner and was out of sight. Randy turned to the side and punched the nearest wall as hard as he could. He turned to leave the hall and found Cody standing and looking at him.
"How much of that did you see?"
"Kind of, sort of all of it. I was on my way to the trainer's room. That chamber match last night dealt a beating."
"It was nothing. Just a little… disagreement."
Cody nodded. "That happens. Those don't always lead to you punching walls though."
"No," Randy agreed.
"So what's wrong? One week without… That's not the end of the world."
"It won't just be one week. We're both only going to get busier going into Mania. I just don't want the work schedule to get between us."
"It's only getting between you physically, Randy. It could be worse. At the end of the day you still have someone that cares about you that you care about. That's more than a lot of people have."
"I…" Randy started. "I…" He leaned his back against a wall. "I am being totally stupid aren't I?"
Cody smiled as he stood in front of Randy's leaning frame. "I believe so."
"God, I can be such a prick," Randy said.
"But at least you can admit it."
"I was just worried. I don't want things to change with me and Punk."
"They won't really. Just wait. After Mania everything will be the same."
"How are you doing by the way?" Randy asked after a pause.
"I'm… I'm fine. Just fine."
…
Randy exhaled as he put his phone to his face. It rang. It rang again. As the ringing lingered Randy grew more nervous that the damage had already been done.
"Hey," Punk answered and remedied Randy's unease slightly.
"Hey," Randy answered back.
When the line was silent for a while Punk said, "Sorry, I'm here with Chris right now, is it something important?"
"Oh. Yeah. Right. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry and that I was totally being a dick earlier. I get that things are just going to be different for a while and that I'll have to get used to it. So, it's fine."
"Accepted. Thank you."
"Alright, I'll let you go. I love you."
"Thank you. Bye."
The line went dead. Randy knew that Punk was with Chris so he couldn't say anything incriminating but he couldn't tell if it was just that or if Punk was still agitated. He knew he wouldn't get that answer tonight. He put his phone on the bedside table and began to take off his clothes. He stripped himself nude and then grabbed the lotion he had put on the table earlier. He lathered his hands with it and grabbed his soft cock and began stroking it to hardness.
