A/N: Well, I cannot apologize enough for my delay and my disappearance and everything else BUT I will thank all of you that came back (or visited this story for the first time when I updated) even after my hiatus. I love you all, thanks so much for the support.

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"Now.. you may want to take a few notes."

John tensed though he still took out a notepad and waited for the elder to start speaking.

"I wanted to thank you for getting Hunter off my back. It was becoming annoying having to schedule multiple days with him where I knew there would be no income for us. Makes the company have a bad reputation especially since he can't seem to keep his mouth shut when he's drinking."

John didn't say anything, eyes watching Vince as if expecting him to continue and when he didn't John cleared his throat. "I.. I'm sorry, sir but I don't know why this constituted a meeting."

"Because the phones are tapped and I didn't want my own name to be involved when your second obstacle goes down."

"Wh.."

"Brock? I've arranged something with Mr. Heyman and I know how to get rid of him for you. It involves you disappearing for a few weeks. Out of the state, preferably."

"Sir,.. this is a lot to ask for and.."

"It's why I made sure there was something in it for me."

John closed his mouth, looking at Vince and frowning. "What do you mean?"

"You aren't my second around here only because of Hunter. You work for this business as much as I and though I know you don't enjoy the sessions as much as some of our other who- .. escorts, I know you care about them all." Vince let all of that sink in before he got up and adjusted his tie, "—the proposition is, Mr. Heyman and I get Lesnar away from New York looking for you.. Heyman feeds him some false intel and Lesnar gets put away in Texas for past crimes."

John stared at the older man. He had never been more intimidated by this man before today. He nodded though, "—and for you?"

"Just your word that once he's gone for good you will return here and help me clean up some of the mess. Keep our escorts loyal and happy, the business running, and consider the possibility that it might be yours after I step down."

John frowned, "S-sir.."

Vince put his hand up and started moving out of the room. "Just think about it, John. I'll see you around."

…

Punk stared at Colt in disbelief, "What do you mean?" His best friend wasn't saying anything for a long time and Punk was unsure what to make of all this. Colt just admitted that it would be too hard for him to watch Punk be happy with someone else so they couldn't spend much time together. The blond looked at the floor as he felt his eyes water. "are you telling me that we aren't going to be friends anymore? Because if you are that is pretty damn selfish. I thought we were best friends, sure I love you and it even was in that way at one point but.. you can't get behind what I'm doing and I get it. But I'm not putting my life on hold for anyone anymore." By the time he stopped talking he was looking Colt in the eyes, as if daring the other man to disagree with him.

"I'm not asking you to put your life on hold for me. I'm just saying—"

"That you won't hang out with me for a while until your head wraps around the fact that I'm a prostitute? That you can't even kiss me without thinking about the shit I'm doing to try and get my business back? That you think I'm some sort of immoral scum for saying that I'm only yours but going and fucking guys for money?!"

"Lower your voice.." Colt frowned, hating that Punk was starting to scream at him in a rather public place. He rubbed his hand over his face and sighed. "Don't say it like that, Phil.."

"No. Fuck you, you don't get to call me that right now. I.. I say it like that because that's what this is. This is you being disgusted by me and though I get it very fucking much I hoped you at least had the balls to fess up to it." he laughed before running a hand through his long hair. "I tried to make this work again, Colt.. and I am not going to ask you to pretend that I'm not fucking other people for money and I'm not going to lie to you about it either. You need to decide if this friendship is worth shit to you anymore and you need to do that on your own." His voice was just above a whisper now and Punk sounded defeated, lost almost. His best friend couldn't look him in the eye anymore without Punk seeing the disgust and disappointment in Colt's gaze. If Colt was okay with it the first few weeks, what changed that made Colt think of him differently those few weeks they'd been dating and fucking?

"Punk.. this friendship means everything to me. I just.. need some time to get used to seeing you around with Morrison, okay?"

Punk frowned, staring at Colt and moving back slightly. "Morrison? What does this have to do with him?"

"Everything.." he sighed, "—he was there for you when I stopped being there for you.. he's able to look past the fact that both of you share your bodies with other men and still only think of you when you two are together." Colt groaned before looking at Punk again, "..you deserve someone like that. And you were right.. I can't get over the fact that I know you fuck other people when we're dating. Call me a hypocrite but I just can't do it.. I'm just asking you for patience, Punk. I'll wrap my head around it all at some point but… until then, just keep that guy close, hm?"

Punk stared at Colt. The anger that had been eating him up was no longer there and he didn't even know how to respond.

Colt looked at Punk, "I'm sorry, Punk.. I really am.. I'll call you when I've pulled my head out of my ass." That at least got a small chuckle from Punk so Colt smiled sadly and clapped the man on the shoulder before squeezing and swallowing back the lump that had formed in his throat. He couldn't even defend himself to Punk because he knew it was wrong of him to be so skeptical towards the male's job and the fact that Punk even wanted anything to do with him showed Colt how much Punk really cherished their friendship. It reminded Colt that there were things in life that pushed your limits but were still worth it.

Punk didn't want Colt to leave already but he had a feeling that if he continued the meeting Punk would say hurtful things because of the fact that Colt was being so unreasonable. So the Chicagoan bit the inside of his lip ring and just nodded as Colt got up and started gathering his things. Punk sighed and went to go get tokens, figuring he'd at least take out his annoyance on Street Fighter before heading back home.

He beat the entire game 3 times, taking the top three slots in high scores with him, by the time he quit the game once the group of kids and young adults that had huddled around him got to his nerves. Punk slid off the tattered chair and smirked at his spectators before taking a flourishing bow even though he wanted nothing more than to smack them away from him. The kids actually clapped at him and Punk could only laugh as he took his large streamers of tickets. He considered giving them away until he glanced over to the prize table and grinned when something caught his eye. At least this afternoon hadn't been a total waste. The escort collected his extra tokens out of his pockets and handed them to the kid that had started clapping for him moments ago. "—have fun, kid. Thanks for the patience." He smiled at him before heading over to collect his prizes.

The Chicago native kicked his shoes off as soon as he got home, smiling despite himself as he looked at the biggest thing he collected from the prize table. He decided to shower and get into somewhat presentable clothes just in case JoMo decided to come by after all. It was close to 9pm so he was expecting a notice sometime soon. The blond turned on his Xbox and went straight to Netflix, putting on some Rick and Morty then shutting off the remote as he got comfortable to watch.

He was a few minutes into the second episode when his phone rang with Morrison's ringtone blaring from it; the Chicagoan smiled wide even though the day's events had worn him out mentally. "Punk's Pita delivery service, how can I help you?" he grinned against the phone when he heard the slight stutter.

"Delivery service, ey? What exactly can I get delivered?"

Punk snorted, "—anything you can handle, Pretty Boy."

"Ooh. I like the sound of that I will have a –"

"OKAY.. how about you tell me what you want in person just this once?"

"Hmphh.. No fun."

"Is that a yes?" Punk couldn't hide the excitement in his voice.

"Yeah, Punky. I'm actually walking up the stairs now. Hope it's still okay.."

"—wh.." Punk hung up the phone and walked over to the door, grinning wide as he saw JoMo's luxurious hair emerging from the stairwell. "You weren't kidding. I must be a helluva kisser if you're back for more right after work."

"First of all: RUDE." He huffed, pushing his hair back a little and smoothing his t-shirt before looking at Punk; Morrison's gaze lingered on the male's chest a little before continuing up to his face. "Secondly, you are a decent kisser. You do serve as an excellent pillow though so I might be able to get better beauty rest with you around." He joked, smiling sweetly when he saw the slight glare on Punk's face.

"Wow. You can sit on the floor today."

Morrison gawked at the blond before crossing his arms and shaking his head. "As if." He proceeded to walk towards Punk's apartment door only to be intercepted by the blond. The veteran escort pouted as he looked at the other male, opening his mouth to speak before Punk shushed him and walked into his own apartment, letting the door close on Morrison's face. He squeaked at the sudden slam and was left staring at the cheaply painted wood for a few seconds. Morrison reached for the knob just as Punk opened it wide and sidestepped, making a gesture for Morrison to enter the blond's apartment. The brunette wasn't sure what to think right now, he lifted a brow but stepped through the doorway and shut the door behind him. Netflix was on already and most of the lights were dim but Morrison couldn't help but notice the ridiculously large fox-like plush toy that was sitting on the couch. It had a black, faux leather jacket on with a little gemstone design adorning the collar as well as matching pants and a rather flashy set of sunglasses on its head. "Oh my god." It was impossible for Morrison to hide the amusement in his voice as he looked at Punk.

Punk grinned at the brunette and picked up the large plush and handed it to Morrison. "I cleaned house at the arcade today. Wasn't going to get any prizes but saw this little guy and it screamed 'Pretty Boy' so I had to get it."

Morrison was both horrified at the thought of Punk thinking of him when he saw the blinged out toy and flattered that he was even on the blond's mind enough for him to carry this thing home. He let out an airy laugh before taking the toy from Punk's hands and instinctively leaning over to place a kiss on Punk's lips. Morrison gasped as soon as their lips touched and pulled away, cheeks turning an uncharacteristic shade of pink as he pulled away, "S-sorry.. I couldn't help it."

Punk smiled at the other and pulled him right back for a deeper kiss, grinning against the brunette's lips after the lip lock. "Take it you like it?"

He scoffed despite the soft gaze he had fixed on Punk, "It's completely ridiculous and totally flashy." A pause as he scanned Punk's face, "…but I am glad to see you think of me on your spare time."

The blond laughed at that and nodded as he slowly let go of Morrison's arm. "You're the only thing that kept me sane after my little meeting."

Morrison smiled sadly at the words and asked Punk to spill the details once they were both seated comfortably on the couch and Morrison's new toy seated on a nearby table. The brunette had his shoeless feet on the couch and was curled in on himself listening to Punk. He couldn't help but feel annoyed as Punk updated him. He knew everyone was entitled to their own opinion but judging someone's character more harshly due to their profession was something that Morrison absolutely did not tolerate. "What a bitch." The words slipped his mouth before he could help it and he gasped quietly, covering his mouth and looking at Punk with a horrified expression.

Punk stared at Morrison for a moment before letting out a short laugh, "Wow. I can't say I disagree with you.. not after this particular day. I just never thought he would just turn his back on us, ya know?"

"Sorry I called him that but.. this particular situation warranted that name." Morrison smiled sadly at the blond and slowly leaned closer to him, "I don't think he did. Some people just have a harder time keeping their mind open to certain things, Punky." Even though the brunette wanted to agree with the blond's previous comment, he knew it would be counterproductive and the last thing Morrison wanted was to make his potential boyfriend hate his best friend.

A small sigh escaped his lips as he watched Morrison with undisguised affection; it wasn't until he realized the male's skin was flushing that light pink color that he realized what he was doing. He cleared his throat and nodded towards the brunette "Thanks. I just hope you're right. He is hard headed as fuck, we are best friends for a reason." Punk chuckled nervously.

Morrison smiled at the comment and rested his head on Punk's shoulder as he began rubbing the male's hand softly. "Of course I'm right."

He scoffed, "Humble as always."

The brunette shrugged as he stared at the immobile image on Punk's television. "There's no fun in being humble."

Punk laced their fingers together almost cautiously as he moved the controller with his free hand to resume the show before shutting it off once more. "Hm.."

Morrison found himself becoming increasingly comfortable around Punk even in moments filled with utter silence. His dark eyes skirted the other's covered legs then watched the way their fingers looked tangled together; he found he rather enjoyed the sight. The slightly older male turned his face to kiss Punk's arm, humming in content when he felt the faintest of twitches from the other's muscle.

Punk could feel his body start to fully relax under the brunette's touches, knowing damn well that he should not be feeling like this towards another person so soon. The pang guilt he felt disappeared almost as quickly as it came after he felt Morrison's fingers lightly kneading his thigh now. He smiled down at the other, his own hand lifting and – in a rather bold movement – resting on the brunette's hip before trailing up to his waist. "Work was okay, I hope?" Punk still wasn't too sure on how to approach discussing work with other escorts since he knew they got paid to fuck others but he didn't know if he was the only one that was lucky in all his sessions to be physically and/or intellectually attracted to his clients.

Morrison's skin prickled at the feeling of Punk's hand now on his waist, biting his lip as he gave the question a thought then shook his head as he looked up at Punk. "It's rude to talk about others in the presence of a potential conquest." He pointed out, slight smirk on his face letting Punk know he was joking.

He rolled his eyes before retorting, "Not if the conquest asked and actually understands." Punk grinned when he saw the affronted look on Morrison's face.

"Well, well. You like bending the rules don't you, Mr. Brooks?"

"Not just bending.. I like breaking them."

That sent shivers down his spine, hand ceasing its movements on Punk's thigh. "Rebel." He purred out before turning so he was now on his back, the shift causing Punk's hand to rest on his well-defined abdominals. "—you like breaking much else, Punky?"

The tone was suggestive and even if Punk hadn't known Morrison was teasing, he would have immediately understood the implications of the brunette's words. "I enjoy pushing boundaries." He responded as his fingers fell into the dip between the male's abs, eyes darkening ever so slightly as he slowly trailed his digits town the length of Morrison's abs, stopping just over the waistband of the male's jeans.

"Hm.. what a coincidence. So do I."

Punk grinned down at Morrison but before he could have much more time to think about the not so subtle offer and what this would mean, he felt Morrison's hand at the back of his neck. The brunette pulled him down for a kiss much more needy and filthy than the two were used to sharing.

Morrison's heart was pounding in his chest, eyes closed and hand almost shaking against Punk's neck. He lightly tangled his digits in the blond locks so as to hide the fact that he was quivering from equal parts anticipation, nerves, and desire. The low moan he received for his actions made a whimper rise out of his throat in response.

The blond growled as soon as he tasted that whimper, hand now gripping the male's waist as he pulled Morrison into a sitting position only to haul the other male onto his lap. Punk's hips rolled against Morrison's well-toned body as hands began squeezing and caressing any muscle they could reach.

The brunette panted against Punk's lips, his own twin flesh red and almost sore from the abuse it was receiving. He attempted to regain his composure as he peppered kisses along the other's shoulders and on his neck. His dick was beginning to awaken so he nipped Punk's earlobe and whispered against the male's tattooed skin "As much as I would love to have you break me in half tonight, we should wait a little longer."

The sultry voice sent shivers down his spine despite the quiet curse Morrison's voice drew from his lips. "What the hell for?" He was now kneading the muscle just under the brunette's supple ass, lips searching for Morrison's again.

Morrison was finding it increasingly hard to resist the blond's ministrations; a low moan left his lips as he found himself pushing down on Punk's eager hips. It wasn't until the brunette felt the beginnings of an erection pressed against his clothed ass that he gasped and stopped his motions. "P-Punky, please." He was quite aware that his pleading could be mistaken for something else so he forced himself to continue talking as he sat still on Punk's lap. "—I wanna do this when we're both clear-minded."

Punk grunted at the comment, almost feeling himself get more aroused for the brunette's show of concern even though Punk was certain he could feel Morrison's cock half hard against his stomach. He found himself falling even harder for the infuriatingly complex and considerate man that was John Morrison. He looked up at the other and moved his hands, cupping the male's face almost tenderly as he pulled him in for one last, sweet kiss.

Morrison did not expect his interruption of their first make-out session to blow over as smoothly as it did. He felt his lips move against Punk's on their own accord, humming happily when the blond broke the kiss.

"You continue to impress me, Pretty Boy."

The purr of the blond's words against his lips made Morrison sigh happily against the male's kiss-swollen flesh. "And this is before you get the full John Morrison experience." he teased.

Punk laughed and slid his hand up through John's hair, stroking the male's tousled locks with the utmost care as he leaned over to place a gentle kiss on the other's forehead. "Can't wait." He breathed.

Morrison smirked and laid his head on Punk's shoulder, keeping his position exactly where Punk placed him and closing his eyes as he listened to the thrumming of Punk's heart.

The blond looked back to the TV, eventually feeling his body calm down as he continued to stroke through the male's hair. A part of him was disappointed that Morrison stopped their little session but he was secretly grateful that the brunette had the foresight and strength to do what Punk would not have been able to do. And, perhaps most importantly, Punk's nagging worry of Morrison's intentions with him had been answered; the brunette showed the Chicagoan that he truly cared for him more than just friends or fuck-buddies ever would. In short, he gave him what Colt never did – time.

A/N: Oops? I know, the feels have returned. Thank you for reading! Review?