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[Text] I'm sorry, Mr. Cena. I think you have the wrong number. I have an appointment today; I'll come by when it's time for my meeting. –Phillip B.

That's when John was more certain than ever that he'd pushed the last friend he could have in the office away. He glanced at his watch then remembered that he had nothing to do today so he got up and poured himself another drink. No better way to combat a hangover than with more alcohol, right? John shook his head, not entirely sure why he cared so damn much what Phil thought of him and hating that the younger man's arrival to the company caused the emotions he'd so meticulously stored away to come crumbling down on him.

He got his laptop and checked his schedule for this next week, not surprised to see nothing but his last two faithful clients scheduled as well as Hunter's damn appointment on Friday again. Thankfully, the next client he saw was Randy again and he could just pretend that everything was okay for that night. John set his glass back down, unsure when he'd finished that drink but starting to pour himself another one. He sent Vince an email telling him he wouldn't be in today but he'd be working from the office if anyone needed him.

…

{Message}

Phil,

I know you're still upset but all I'm asking for is a chance to give you my side of the story. I wasn't ready to tell you when you asked me like that in my office and I reacted in the worst way possible. I'm sorry, please just email me back?

John

He read the message and sighed, shaking his head as he sat up in bed. This was not how he wanted to start off his day. Punk slid his phone back on the nightstand and felt someone wrap their arm around him. He looked over and smiled softly at Colt. Colt was in his bed.. again. What were they doing? And why did it feel so nice?

"What's up? The craigslist ad stop drawing in creeps?" he joked, nuzzling Punk's neck playfully. Truth be told, the 3 rounds they went at last night weren't enough for Colt, it's like he couldn't get close enough to Punk even if he tried.

Punk rested his head on Colt's but swatted his arm lightly for his comment "Would you shut the hell up about that, you cunt?"

"Cunt? Ouch. That's harsh.. calling me something you're not even remotely into."

Punk tried to glare at the other man but ended up chuckling as he turned to face Colt, wrapping his arms around him "It's what you are.. now stop giving me that damn look, I have to be energized for tonight." he felt Colt's hold tighten and gave him a sad smile before resting their foreheads together "And it wasn't the website.. Cena emailed me.. since my texts don't get the reaction he wants" Punk informed his frien-.. boyfrie-.. lover? Fuck, he didn't know honestly. They'd been inseparable all day yesterday.

Colt shrugged, pushing Punk's hair out of his face "Still the same thing?"

"Yeah.. to give him a chance to explain himself." He sighed and laid back in bed, gently slipping out of Colt's embrace "What the hell am I supposed to do? He can fire me on the spot."

"No he can't.."

"He's my boss.. the hell he can't."

Colt rolled his eyes and kissed Punk's furrowed brow in an attempt to get the man to ease off a little "Were you not listening to Morrison's story? Cena hates the guy.. so obviously he can't fire you guys just because he doesn't like you."

Punk huffed "Gee.. thanks. It's good to know my boss hates me."

"Oh.. like if you've ever given a shit about what people think about you."

He relaxed at that, laughing and shrugging "You've got a point."

Colt nodded and played with the red tips of Punk's hair, staring at them intently as he gently tugged the soft hair "And here's another one.. there's no way you'll be tired for later since you had no problem going at it with me four times in one day." He purred suggestively, nuzzling Punk's neck again "Right?"

Punk swatted the man away, scowling at him "Horndog. What am I, your personal whore?"

Colt looked at Punk shocked, shaking his head and blushing furiously "No.. I.. what? That's not what I meant.. just.. you.." he stumbled over his words, trying to think of what to say to make this better.

He laughed at Colt and rolled over again, hovering over the larger man's body "You're too easy." he snickered, tugging Colt's lip softly as he got ready to go for round.. shit, he'd lost track. He took in the light pout on Colt's lips and smiled at him, soothing his tongue ring over the man's lips until he managed to get a reaction out of him. Punk grinned, completely forgetting about the email or anything else that wasn't Colt.

…

He bit his lip when he arrived at the metro-looking hotel, one located in the clubbing/party scene of New York, idly wondering what the hell he'd just gotten himself into and if he even had it in him to tend to a guy used to this life (much less one with the last name Graves) after he and Colt messed around for the majority of the day seeing as Colt had the night shift today. Punk sighed and sucked on his lip ring as he knocked on the black door. As soon as the man opened up, Punk gasped; his olive eyes staring back at a pair of eyes that were eerily similar to his own. This man was.. he was a perfect specimen; there's no way in hell Punk couldn't get it up for him.

Corey grinned when he saw the man that looked to be about his age, tilting his head at him and lifting a brow when Punk started looking him up and down like if he was the piece of meat in this arrangement. He cleared his throat and slowly reached down to adjust his member, smirking widely when Punk's eyes got even wider; so the man was clearly interested already.. looks like this could be much more fun than Corey had initially thought. "Now that I've got your attention, you mind stepping into the room? This is the first time I call anyone to this district."

Punk's eyes shot back up, meeting Corey's gaze and smiling sheepishly at the tattooed man that was dressed in nothing but a pair of tight black jeans. He nodded and walked inside, shutting the door behind them as he stayed a few feet away from Corey "I'm Punk.. or Phil, whatever floats your boat." He informed the man, grinning lazily "You're uh.. more attractive than what I was prepared for.." he admitted, earning a bright smile from the other man.

Corey laughed quietly and shrugged "I get that a lot." He teased, stepping over to the bed and sitting down as he began eating some fruit.

Punk tilted his head, clearly confused as to why he was here if –first off– Corey was clearly hot enough to get his own lay and on top of that the man seemed to be more concerned with his food at the moment. "Uh.." he started before being cut off by Corey's finger lifting to silence him. Punk huffed, rolling his eyes and going to sit down next to the man. He'd be dammed if he'd just stand around like a lost puppy. Little did he know, he did exactly what Corey wanted him to.

Corey bit down on the strawberry, chewing slowly and licking the red juice on his lips before flicking his gaze over to Punk. He smirked when he saw the man staring at his hands in discomfort with the situation. Corey popped the rest of the berry into his mouth and leaned down to meet Punk's gaze "Do you like strawberries?" he saw the look of confusion on Punk's face and chuckled before showing the blond one "You have had one?"

Punk glowered at the man "Yeah?"

"Yes you've had one or yes you like them?"

He huffed and leaned forward, taking a bite of the berry in Corey's hand just to spite the man "Yes to both" he informed the man, chewing slowly and humming at the sweet taste. Punk reached for another berry but Corey stopped him and offered him the one in his hand. He met the man's gaze very briefly before leaning down to take the rest of the berry into his mouth, his tongue lightly grazing over the man's fingers. Punk sat back and focused on chewing the sweet fruit, his eyes fixed on whatever show Corey was watching. Once he realized what it was he grimaced and rubbed his eyes "I knew this shit was too good to be true."

Corey furrowed his brows as he took another strawberry for himself and looked back to the screen "What was?"

"A hot ass guy.. good music taste.." he gestured to the Misfits shirt on the floor "..ink, good hair, eating pretty healthy, and paying me to hang out with him." He stated rather bluntly, shrugging and with slight disappointment as he reached for a strawberry. Punk looked up when Corey's hand lay over his own.

"And what ruined it?"

Punk grinned, drawing his hand away from the man's; he saw he'd gained back some power and planned on keeping it "The shit taste you have in shows." He grinned, gesturing to the screen where the offensive 'Keeping Up With the Kardashians' was playing "I can't believe you're into that shit… then again I figure a guy that's into the full club experience would be into shit like that." He shrugged again, tossing the strawberry up and catching it with his mouth. He started chewing slowly but stopped and looked toward the screen when he heard it change to 'Castle' reruns. Punk lifted a brow at the man.

"What? Who says it wasn't a test to see if you were into this shit? I have to know who I'm spending my time with after all.." he shrugged, tossing a strawberry in the air as well in hopes of catching it like Punk had but he felt the blond shove him lightly and tilt his head back just enough to catch the strawberry for himself. Corey shook his head at the blond "show off.."

Punk grinned, shrugging at the man "What can I say, I'm the best in the wo.." he looked at the man's hands, picking them up and running his thumbs over Corey's knuckles "..that's sick. What's the other hand s-.." he flushed deeply, dropping Corey's hands and feeling very small all of a sudden, like maybe he'd crossed some 'intimacy' boundary with this client. "Sorry." He muttered, moving to get another strawberry before Corey lifted his other hand and raised his fists right in front of Punk's face. Punk did an uncharacteristic-like flinch but when he realized Corey was showing him his ink, he relaxed and pulled back enough to read them. He snorted, smirking at the man "I like them.." he scanned his gaze over Corey's frame "..they seem fitting."

Corey grinned and nodded as he glanced back to the TV "They are.." he shrugged "What do yours say?" he hadn't really looked at Punk's hands but from the way the blond reacted to his knuckle tats, he figured he had to have some.

"Drug Free." With a bit of a pause he added "… and Romance"

His eyes widened, looking at the blond "That's different."

Punk tensed, tilting his head at the brunette and expecting him to start ripping on his choice to stay away from poisonous drugs. So when Corey mused "Not every day I get to meet someone that doesn't do that shit either," Punk looked at the man in slight shock. "You don't do it?"

"Not anymore.. been 5 years." He stated proudly before quickly changing the subject "Why the Romance one? Didn't think many people still believed in that.." he trialed off, the 'and then why are you working here' going unsaid.

Punk looked down to his hands and linked his fingers together so the word could be read, shrugging

xx

He sat still, hands out as he waited for the artist to place the stencils over his knuckles to write out drug free. Punk nodded when the man asked him if he was ready, glancing back to his best friend and boyfriend; he saw Colt smile at him and give him a thumbs-up like a total dork. He chuckled and before he knew it, the soft hum of the tattoo gun was working and light pings of pain followed the small needle.

Punk looked at the man when he was almost done, his tattoo artist oddly quiet for the profession he had. He glanced at Colt once more, happy to see the man was lost in his phone "You mind adding another one? It's on my hands too." Nick looked at him, clearly hesitant so Punk quickly added "On my other knuckles.. one word. I have the money for it." and the truth was, he did. He had two part time jobs since he was a sophomore in high school and he needed money after his dad pretty much disowned him and took everything but him except the roof he lived under.

"Depends, what's the word?"

Punk smiled and glanced at Colt once more "Romance." He said confidently, seeing the man's light snicker before watching Nick glance back to Colt. The man shook his head and didn't say anything but soon, he continued the tattoo and once drug free was done, Nick asked Punk if he was willing to let him freestyle it since the placement would snag the stencils and make them look weird. Punk agreed and another 40 minutes later, he was getting up from his chair.

"Jeeze. How fucking long.. what did you change your mind and get a tramp stamp, babe?"

Punk flushed, shaking his head and nuzzling his head against Colt's neck "No.. I added something.. makes me think of you."

Colt smiled and leaned against Punk's lightly-spiked blond hair "What is it?" he wondered, wrapping a protective arm around Punk's waist as Punk paid the man off and thanked him for his work, vaguely hearing the artist tell Punk 'good luck, kid' but not asking what he meant. "More importantly, where is it?" Colt purred suggestively, teasing Punk a little as they left the shop to head back to his place.

Punk swatted the man's hip and immediately regretted that since his hands were still sensitive "Jerk." He teased, leaning against Colt's side as he let the man led them around the city and towards Colt's parents' place "..my hands too. I got Romance on my other knuckles." He explained to the man, lifting his glossed up hands to Colt and lacing his hands together lightly just so Colt could see it. At the man's pause he bit his lip, untangling his hands.

Colt smiled at the man, feeling his stomach flutter at the thought that Punk gained some faith in the good things in the world and that the blond thought of him when he saw/heard that word. He kissed the side of Punk's head, stopping and pulling away from him softly when they were at this house "I like it, babe."

Punk beamed at the man, suddenly wishing this could be his life, nothing but Colt and the warmth that always filled him when he was with his boyfriend. But he knew the reality.. he knew Colt was his escape from the hell at home.

xx

Corey waited for the man to answer him, lifting his brow when Punk got a faraway look in his eyes "Is that one you regret?" he asked rather seriously, unsure if he'd just made Punk remember too much of his past.

"No. I don't regret it at all.." he shrugged "..and let's just say I got this tattoo because I had every reason to believe in something good." Punk gave a slight smile, dropping the subject for multiple reasons but deciding to just focus on the most professional reason: he needed to give Corey his undivided attention.

Corey nodded, not wanting to pry. He ate another strawberry, laying back in bed after a while "So do all your tats have meaning or.. is there like some that you got because you think they look cool?" he scanned his eyes over the part of Punk's arms he could see and noticing he had a lot of ink on him as well.

Punk smiled a bit and slid his shirt off, showing the man one of his favorite tattoos "Nah. For the most part they have meaning but I have so many little ones on my sleeves." He shrugged, running his hand over his chest "This one is mostly because I designed it and a friend in my old shop was willing to do it for me." He smiled proudly, getting ready to slide his shirt back on.

"You designed that?" Corey pushed Punk's hand down, not letting the man dress himself again and instead just tracing over the ink "It's badass."

Punk beamed, nodding and shivering softly as Corey's thick finger rubbed over his nipple then continued over the design "Yeah. It is, huh? I'm pretty great if I do say so my se-.. ahh.." he arched a bit and gasped as Corey pinched the small nub between his thumb and forefinger before tugging it softly. Punk bit his lip hard, eyes darkening "What? So my body wasn't enough but once you found out I can design tattoos you're all over me?" The man laughed, his laugh rumbling low and deep in his throat and sending pings of desire through his body.

"I'm not all over you." He pointed out, seeing Punk get ready to protest so he quickly covered the man's mouth and crawled over him, straddling Punk's lap as he leaned down to kiss Punk's brightly-colored collarbone. Corey lightly nibbled on the skin, rolling their covered members together and breathing out against the man's skin "..now I'm all over you. Is that a problem?"

Punk wasn't used to clients asking if he was comfortable so he stumbled a bit but recovered rather quickly, shaking his head at the man and starting to buck up against Corey's hardening cock "No.. not a problem." He purred, resting his hands on Corey's hips to grind against him with more need.

"You sure? I can get off.. ya know, to not be all over you."

Punk growled, gripping Corey's shoulders hard and shaking his head as he gave in to the lust he'd been feeling for the man since he saw him "Don't you fucking dare get off me."

Corey chuckled and smoothed his hands over Punk's chest again, pinching his nipples roughly and nuzzling against the man's neck "Not at all?" When Punk shook his head, grunting in response as he reached down to cup the man's clothed ass, Corey moaned but managed to laugh again "Not even to get rid of these?" he ran his finger along Punk's hipbone until he began fidgeting with the button of Punk's jeans. Corey would've laughed at how quickly Punk shoved him off and practically ripped both their jeans off after he'd said that but in reality that sight made him harder than ever. He cursed and felt Punk pull him close again "Better?"

Punk growled at the man's teasing, nodding and rubbing their members together; he could feel that both men were just as needy for the other, Corey's thickness leaking precum already. He shivered and reached down to grab the man's hardness but Corey's strong fingers wrapped around his wrist.

"Nuh uh.." he lay down in bed, looking at Punk expectantly and when the man started going down on him, he arched softly as the man flicked his tongue over his slit and tugged Punk's hair roughly when Punk rubbed the small tongue ring against his throbbing head "Fuck!.. S..stop."

Punk growled in slight frustration and –though it took all his willpower– pulled away from the man's hard dick. He waited for further instruction but when Corey said he wanted to taste him, Punk almost felt like denying the request because truth was he was greedy when it game to tasting a man, almost like once he got a taste he needed everything. He worried his lip ring a little, looking at Corey and feeling the man start to rub up his arm soothingly. Punk grinned and slid up the bed, getting on all fours as he crawled over Corey, placing them in the 69 position.

He didn't expect Corey to react as strongly as he did, the man wrapped his arms around Punk's lower back and pulled the man's hips down so he could taste Punk's hardness but at the same time his legs spread open wide for Punk to have full access to his groin. Punk groaned out at Corey's eager actions, the man swallowing him down in one go and not even flinching, instead Corey let out a whorish moan, sending shocks of pleasure through Punk's already wound up body and causing Punk to buck down on the man's lips, hearing that satisfactory gurgle before Corey quickly recuperated and started sucking and bobbing at his own pace again.

Punk shivered, reigning in his lust and resting on his forearms as he nuzzled the younger man's inner thigh, kissing and sucking the soft skin there until he felt Corey whimper around his cock. Letting out a small curse, Punk slapped the man's thigh lightly and sucked his balls into his mouth. He began expertly swirling his tongue around each round lump before sliding the barbell against the thin layer of skin that lay just under Corey's balls. Feeling Corey start to try and buck his hips up as he started swallowing around Punk's hardness made Punk grin and grab Corey's thighs to steady him. He went back to teasing the sensitive area before suddenly pulling away and trailing his warm tongue over the underside of Corey's thick cock, teasing the vein with his piercing and feeling Corey throb against his mouth. "Already, Corey? Must say I'm disappointed in y-OH!" he felt Corey's throat constrict against the majority of his hardness in a way no one's had before, shivering softly as he bucked down into the tight channel Corey's warm mouth created. He felt his release creeping closer so (not to be outdone) Punk growled and nibbled on the head of the man's member, letting his teeth lightly graze over the sensitive skin as he rubbed his piercing into the dripping slit, collecting what he could before swallowing in an obscenely loud gesture.

Corey gasped, almost choking on Punk's member as the man finally took him in fully, his cock hitting the back of the blond's sinful mouth. God this kid had a mouth on him, what he wouldn't give to stay like this. Corey felt Punk's tongue start to swirl around his thickness furiously; his own teasing to Punk's hardness stopped as he groaned and moaned inwardly at Punk's actions. He tried to calm himself but soon his senses were on pleasure overload as Punk's hand started fondling his balls, the man's tongue rubbing furiously around him, and his thumb pressing into Corey's tight heat and that was it. Corey groaned around Punk's hard cock, trying to buck into Punk's mouth but only managing to impale himself further on the thick digit as he opened his mouth wide and dropped his head back, shooting his release into Punk's mouth. Corey thought Punk was already sexy but when the man started whorishly slurping and swallowing down everything he had to offer, he felt his legs tremble, the sounds sure to haunt his dreams later on.

Punk felt great pride in being able to play with a man for as long as he had then be able to make him crumble in so little time. He swallowed everything in his mouth and licked his lips, pulling his thumb out of the suffocating heat, and getting ready to move off Corey but feeling the man's grip on his lower back tighten as Corey held him in place. The man was clearly barely getting off his orgasm but he started lazily sucking around Punk's hardness again. Punk shivered and melted against the man again, spreading Corey's legs again and starting to lap at his limp member. He felt the muscle twitch and grinned before bucking down on Corey's mouth when the man swallowed around him quickly, starting to mouth fuck himself on Punk's dick. Punk shivered, the sight enough to make him come on its own. He grunted and went back to teasing Corey but his actions were stopped when the man suddenly gripped Punk's back and started forcing all of Punk's body to move so he could fuck himself roughly. "Goddamn, you like it rough.." he purred before feeling Corey's slutty moan around his hardness and the man lifting his back up a little to let Punk deeper into his throat, swallowing roughly and grunting. Punk was so lost in the pleasure, eyes screwed shut and hands clenching the sheets, that he didn't even notice one of Corey's hands leave his hips. He felt his release building even more, small pants leaving him as he tried to hold it back but he felt Corey's thick finger rub just over his tight pucker and Punk let out a loud moan as he shot into Corey's skilled mouth.

Corey pulled back just in time to get a taste of Punk, lapping and swallowing everything he could like a small kitten would and hummed happily when Punk's body drooped a little. He placed a chaste kiss on Punk's inner thigh before untangling his limbs from Punk's body and slumping back on the bed. Corey felt Punk collapse next to him and grinned proudly, tracing over the tattoo on Punk's knee as they both just let the haze from their highs pass.

Punk's body was trembling, his breathing ragged and short. He pushed the blond hair off his face, still half-shocked that Corey had touched him in his most intimate spot. A spot no one but Colt had even tried to touch. Punk didn't even know he wanted to be touched there for so long but somehow Corey knew that. Almost as if reading his thoughts, Corey spoke up "thought you didn't bottom.." Punk flushed deeply and shrugged at the man, trying to act as if it was no big deal "I didn't bottom. And your finger didn't enter."

Corey grinned, sitting up and stretching his lithe body, cocking his head to the side as he shot Punk a knowing smirk "I get it, it's reserved. No big deal.. I might touch but won't stick anything in there." He informed Punk before getting up "..unless you change your mind later on." Corey grinned from the bathroom door "I need a shower.. feel free to stay for a bit.. or not, see ya 'round."

Punk stared after Corey, astonished that the man had the audacity to suggest that. He huffed a bit, trying to suppress the slight curiosity Corey's words set off as he got up and dressed himself again. Albeit on shaky legs, but he managed to dress himself and walk out of the hotel. He was in desperate need of a shower himself, that and in need of having a chat with Colt.. a very very important chat with the man.

~.~.~.~

Punk glanced over at his door when he heard the familiar click and saw Colt step inside "Hey.." At some point in the 5 days since their 'hook up' Colt started using his spare key to Punk's apartment whenever he had the chance to hang out with Punk, usually it was in small slots between their jobs but both men were happy with the change in their friendship? relationship? Whatever, either way Punk knew it was Colt and it was.. safe.

Colt grinned at the man, tossing Punk a small package that he assumed was the videogames they ordered and saw Punk set them on the counter. "Sup? How long you got?"

"I checked last night and I don't have anything today.. no one likes Tuesdays for some reason."

Colt snickered and shrugged, walking over to Punk and seeing the man was eating a sandwich. He pecked the man's lips chastely before realizing what he did and smiling sheepishly at the blond "I hate Tuesdays too.. worst shifts at the radio station." He sighed and sat next to Punk, feeling the man nudge him and glancing up at Punk's captivating olive eyes.

"What are we?"

Colt was expecting the question but he didn't expect the small sting in his chest since he'd already partly convinced himself that they were dating again; even knowing of Punk's sex life, he knew the man wasn't serious about any of them.. and after Punk implied at the idea of him bottoming, Colt could only hope this was more for both of them. "I.. uh… What do you mean?" he said, brilliantly.

Punk chuckled and shrugged pushing his hair back and setting his sandwich down "Us? Are we just.. friends with benefits.. or.." he trailed off, biting his lip and starting to suck on his lip ring.

Colt stared at Punk nervously for a bit before shrugging and scratching the back of his neck "I.. kinda thought we.. uh.. should we give it another shot?"

He smiled at the man and shrugged, thinking back to when they broke up the first time and how sad they'd both been over having to end it since Colt was moving to New York and Punk had his school in Chicago. Punk met Colt's eyes and saw them speaking words neither man would ever be able to voice. Colt was home for him. He leaned over and pecked Colt's lips "Good answer, I was about to start charging you for my services otherwise." He teased, chuckling at the blush and look of mock hurt on Colt's face.

"Asshole."

"Proud of it."

Colt shook his head and reached for Punk's sandwich, taking a big bite and humming happily at the taste before setting it back down on Punk's plate. He saw Punk looking at him with a soft grin and glowered "Wha?"

"Nothing, just admiring what a classy man I landed." Punk teased before laughing when Colt blew him a kiss and grimacing at the man. He smirked and pulled his laptop closer to him as he leaned against Colt and began to do something he hadn't done in quite a while: check his email. "Fuck.."

"What?" he glanced over to the screen, quickly seeing what Punk was talking about and nuzzling the blond's hair in an attempt to soothe him while Punk (and he) got to reading:

{Message}

Phil,

I know you're upset but one night is all I'm asking for. Or at the very least one phone call. I deserve to tell you things from my side. Who knows what version you heard and how fucked up it is.

John

{Message}

Phil,

I'm not trying to push you away from Morrison. I just need to know if he gave you the right story, I don't even know why I'm bothering with this but please just let me explain everything.

John

{Message}

Punk,

I figured it out. I'm bothering because I'm damn tired of everyone in the office shooting me those looks and knowing all of you hate me for something I may or may not have done. Mostly, I'm tired of hiding from everyone and pushing them away just like I did to Liz. All I'm asking for is a chance to give at least one person the full story and I have a feeling you're the only one that would be open minded enough to at least sit down and listen.

Anyway, text or call me if you choose to talk about it. Or at least email me a "No." so I know to stop wasting my time with these emails.

John

He rubbed his temples and closed the laptop, shoving it away. How was it that Cena managed to ruin the bliss he felt after Colt let him know he was willing to try with just a few emails? Punk nuzzled against Colt's neck, feeling his lover stroke his hair the way he always had and sighing out quietly "What the hell do I have to do to get him to leave me alone?"

A/N: Well there you go. *hides* I know, it was terrible.

Just so you guys know: Punk's four main clients have been introduced and they will become regulars (Chris, Jeff, Dean, Corey). As for the other escorts, their roles will be minimal except for two (one of which is yet to be written but already decided on). :3 Just so you guys are a little more clear on the layout of this fic from here on out.