Randy jumped off the bed at once. The force of the movement threw John's body back. Randy stared at Punk and was still in shock to see him here. He couldn't speak. Punk was staring back at him. He looked angrier than Randy had ever seen him, even when they hated each other. Their stare was unending.
"Look—"
"Shut up!" Punk cut John off, without looking away from Randy.
"Phil—"
"No!" He cut Randy off as well. "Not here."
He instantly walked out of the room. Randy chased after him.
"Phil, listen—"
"Not out here!" Punk said in harsh and hushed tone.
"But—"
Punk stopped, turned on his heel and faced Randy. The younger was forced to come to an abrupt halt. "Shut the fuck up! All of our coworkers are on this floor and any of them could hear us! Shut your God damned mouth until we get to our room."
He turned once again and continued stomping down the hall. Randy did as he was told. He followed behind Phil until they were alone in their room.
"Nothing happened! I stopped it!" Randy said just as he closed the door.
"I saw the whole thing."
"Oh. What were you doing there anyway?"
"I was looking for you and John's door was open! That's beyond the point! There shouldn't have been anything for you to stop! Why would you even be in that position with John?"
"We were just sitting on the bed and we started laughing," Randy said innocently.
"Not physically, Randy! Why would you get so close to kissing him? Are you just done with me?"
"No! God, Phil. No. If I was I wouldn't have stopped it."
"Is that supposed to be comforting to me, Randall? Your done enough to almost cheat on me but not done enough to actually cheat on me? God! What a relief!"
"We've been in a bad place. We've been angry and fighting for weeks. I had a brief lapse in judgment."
"And that makes it okay?"
"No! It was wrong and I'm sorry."
"Do you know that it was wrong Randy? Because you cheated on Cody and probably some one else before him and someone else before them."
"Fuck off." Randy rolled his eyes slightly.
"There's a problem with that; I'm in a committed relationship where I've agreed to fuck you exclusively!"
"I didn't fuck anyone! We only kissed!" Randy yelled.
Punk's face screwed at his words. "What? You didn't kiss John."
Randy's heart sank into his stomach. "Almost kissed."
"Did you kiss someone else?"
"I meant almost kissed."
"Randy!"
"I meant to say almost kissed!"
"Are you not telling me something!?"
The two of them were standing at the end of the bed. Randy began to massage the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath. Punk stood watching him as his anxiety grew with each passing second.
"I kissed Cody."
"What the fuck, Randy! When?"
"Before we had sex with him."
"How long before? How long have you been lying to me?"
"Phil. It was before Wrestlemania. When we were fighting all the time—"
"That's—"
"I'm not making excuses. I'm just saying that's what happened. I was mad at you and reminiscing with Cody and made a mistake. I am sorry. We kissed and we stopped before it went further. I didn't want to do that to you."
"How the fuck can you say that? You were in that position twice!"
"I wasn't! Me and John didn't do anything."
"You're splitting hairs, Randy!"
"I'm telling you what happened! The truth!"
"The truth is that you have a problem. When you're unhappy you lash out and get intimate with who ever is most convenient. You did it to Cody with John and now you've done it to me twice! Hell, you fucked me in that locker room last year solely because you were pissed off. You drown your sorrows in sex, regardless of the commitments you've made… You're essentially an addict."
"Oh come on."
"Holy fuck. I've been with an addict for the past year. You're everything I'm against."
"Quit saying that!"
"I can see it so clearly now…" Punk trailed off. "And… I can't trust you."
"Don't say that, baby!" Randy moved towards and softly grabbed his waist.
Punk was unfazed. "It's true, Randy."
"No, it's not! I'm just… I'm a fuck up. I fuck shit up. I know that. I won't do it again. I couldn't. I couldn't risk losing you."
Punk looked down at the floor. "You already have." His voice was plain. The words echoed in Randy's ears.
"No. Phil, baby, no," Randy's deep voice was weak. "I love you. You—You can't."
Phil looked back at him and his eyes were as emotionless as his voice was moments ago. "We're done. This is over." When he attempted to step away from Randy the younger's grip tightened and held him close.
"No! Baby, I'm sorry." Punk continued to struggled against his grasp. He pushed Randy off at his chest and walked towards the door. "Phil!" Randy grabbed his hand. It didn't slow Punk down. He proceeded toward the door, now pulling Randy with him. When he opened the door and crossed the threshold, he was finally released. "Don't! Don't go!" Randy had a sheen to his eyes as he spoke.
"I want to be perfectly clear about this: this is your fault. I didn't do this; you did."
And when he turned and began to walk down the hall, Randy knew that he couldn't stop him.
AN: I really, nearly cried writing this one.