Punk was silent for a few seconds, before narrowing his eyes. "What do you mean you slept with Jeff?"

"The night before he left WWE," said John. "You just left, and he was crying, and he came to me-"

"So you took advantage of him?!" Said Punk, slamming John against a wall.

"It wasn't like that!" Said John, pushing Punk off. "If anything he took advantage of me!"

"Bull shit!" Said Punk.

"It's true!" Said John. "He came to my hotel room and he kissed me first and he told me to fuck him!"

Punk shook his head. "You're lying."

"I'm not lying!" Said John. "Why would I lie to you?!"

"Why would Jeff ever sleep with you?!" Said Punk. "He hates you!"

"Because you left him!" Said John.

"I didn't leave him I left this job!" Said Punk. "I invited him to come with me!"

"You forced him to quit!" Said John. He barely had time to react when a fist crashed into his eye. John stumbled back and held his eye, glaring at Punk. "You know what, I'm not even sorry. I enjoyed it, and he enjoyed it just as much. How does it feel to know he cried my name instead of yours, and that he begged for me-"

Punk tackled John to the ground and started raining punches on him. John just started to fight back when he heard someone yell "Hey!"

'Jeff,' thought John, shoving Punk off of himself. Jeff immediately went to Punk's side and helped him up. "What is going on?!" Said Jeff, as Punk stood up and wiped his mouth. Punk just glared past Jeff at John. "He's a fucking liar!"

"I'm not lying!" Said John. "Ask him!" He pointed to Jeff and Jeff furrowed his brows. "What are you talking about?"

"He said he slept with you," said Punk, finally looking at Jeff.

All the color drained out of Jeff's face as he took a glance at John and then looked back at Punk. "I..."

"Well?" Said Punk, crossing his arms with a glare.

Jeff's eyes teared up. "It was a mistake."

Punk was silent for a few moments before glaring again. "You cheated on me with my best friend?!"

"We weren't even together yet!" Said Jeff. "It was an accident!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you accidentally hop on his dick?!" Said Punk.

"Hey," said John. "Leave him alone Punk."

"Stay out of it!" Said Punk. He turned back to Jeff. "You don't accidentally fuck someone."

Jeff looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't take it away," said Punk. "Sorry doesn't erase the fact that you whored around!"

"Leave him alone!" Said John, getting in between them. "I know you're mad, but you don't have to say shit like that."

Punk pushed past him and walked away. "Fuck you! Oh, wait, Jeff already did!"

Jeff started sniffling and wiping away tears as John looked around, seeing people trying not to act like they were listening. He sighed and took Jeff's hand, pulling him away. "Come on." John took Jeff into his locker room. Jeff sat on a bench and ran his hands over his face. John rubbed the back of his neck. "Are you ok, Jeff?"

"Fuck. Off," said Jeff.

"I know you're mad-"

"Leave me alone!" Yelled Jeff, before he started crying again.

"Just listen to me," said John. "I had to tell him."

"Bull shit!" Said Jeff, glaring at John. John felt his heart drop when he looked into Jeff's eyes. Jeff could be mad all he wanted, but there wasn't anger in his eyes, it was hurt. "Just go away."

"I'm not leaving you alone right now," said John.

"Why not?" Spat Jeff bitterly.

"You know damn well why not," said John. It was silent for a few moments and John looked down at Jeff's arms, covered by his signature arm bands. "How are they?"

"There aren't any new ones," said Jeff.

"That's good," said John, softly. He slowly sat next to Jeff, and held his hand out. "Can I see them?"

Jeff seemed to ponder it for a moment before giving John his hand. John gently took it and pulled the arm band off, turning it over. He traced one of the faded lines, happy to see there really weren't any new ones. John brought Jeff's hand up and kissed his wrist gently. He held eye contact with Jeff for a few moments before intertwining their fingers. As soon as he leaned in Jeff pulled away and started walking out of the room. "I have to go."

John watched Jeff leave, and as much as he wanted to tell himself this was closure, he knew it wasn't. This was far from over.

Jeff and Punk still went to a hotel together and went home together, but they were barely speaking to each other. Even so, seeing them still together was breaking John's heart. He couldn't deny it anymore, John wanted Jeff. He wanted him more than anything.

When he got home after the taping, John grabbed his jacket, some boots, and took a walk out to the pier. He sat on the edge of the pier and took a deep breath. "Hey big guy," said John, taking a glance up at the sky. "I know I don't talk to you much, but, I'm so lost. You're supposed to have a plan for everyone, but I just don't understand. I thought I was doing the right thing, but all I did was mess everything up." He sighed. "I just don't know what to do anymore."

John watched as the sunset drifted below the water. "I wish I knew your reasons, nothing makes sense. I just want a sign, something to tell me what to do." He got up as the sun completely set, and started walking back up the pier. Right before he reached the top, a little kid ran past him, decked out in full Hardy gear. John got a small smile, looking back up at the sky. "Thanks big guy."

Meanwhile at Punk's house, Jeff slowly came down the stairs, scantily clad in just his underwear and a satin robe over it. Any time Punk got upset, this cheered him up. Jeff was really hoping it'd work again. He looked over at Punk sitting on the couch and bit his lips, fumbling with his robe. "Phil."

Punk looked over and got a small smile. "You're too hot for your own good, you know that?"

Jeff smiled and sat next to him, as Punk pulled him close. Punk kissed the top of his head and grabbed his hand, playing with Jeff's ring. "I love you."

"I love you too," said Jeff, snuggling into him.

"I didn't mean anything I said," said Punk. "I was just mad."

"I'm so, sorry," said Jeff, as tears ran down his face.

"It's not your fault," said Punk, wiping Jeff's tears away. "John took advantage."

Jeff sniffled. "But Phil-"

"Don't let him feed lies into you," said Punk, running a thumb over Jeff's face. "It wasn't your fault." He pecked Jeff's lips and then picked him up bridal style. "Now, as good as you look in these clothes, you look even better out of them." Jeff chuckled a little as Punk carried him upstairs.

John thought hard over the next week, not even bothering to try and talk it out with Punk. He knew he was gonna be mad for a long, long time. John was at the arena when he saw Jeff walk by to catering. There was one key thing he noticed, the ring was still there.

John almost felt his heart fall out of his chest seeing it shine on his finger. He knew how wrong it was, but he was secretly hoping they broke up over the last week. John fumbled with his fingers for a few seconds, before getting up and going to talk to Jeff.

"Jeff," said John. "I need to talk to you."

"Oh, John," said Jeff, running a hand through his hair. "Hey."

"How are you?" Said John.

"Good, good," said Jeff.

John nodded. "So, you and Punk are still a thing?"

Jeff nodded. "Yeah. We're uh, still together."

"Is that what you want?" Said John.

Jeff furrowed his brows. "What do you mean? Of course that's what I want."

"Is it?" Said John. "Or is it what you think you want?"

"I don't have time for this," said Jeff, starting to walk away.

"Look," said John, holding Jeff in place by his shoulders. "I care about you, a lot more than I should, and I can't forget about you-"

"John-"

"Just listen," said John. "I'm not giving up on you. I know how you feel about Punk, and I know how he feels about you, but you're not right for each other."

Jeff glared and pushed him off. "Fuck off, me and Phil are meant to be together."

"No, you're not," said John. "I know this is hard but it's the truth. You can ignore that all you want to. You can ignore me, and pretend I don't exist, but deep down, we both know, it wasn't supposed to end like this."

John cupped his face gently and Jeff put his hand over John's. "You mean more to me than anything," said John.

"I'm getting married," said Jeff, finding himself frozen in place.

"You shouldn't be," said John, moving his other hand around Jeff's waist to pull him closer. Jeff's heart sped up for a few seconds before he pulled away. "I have to go."

John watched him leave and sighed. He didn't see him again until Jeff kissed Punk good luck for his match against John. Boy, was John looking forward to that.

It was just as bad as he thought it would be. Punk was beating the literal shit out of him during the match. John barely got a move in, but the crowd was loving it.

"Ease up," growled John, as Punk pushed him into the turnbuckle.

"Fuck you," spat Punk, tossing him to the ground.

John glared as Punk went for a cover on him. He kicked out and tackled Punk, holding him to the ground. "You need to get a grip!"

Punk shoved him off and before John could react, he took a boot right to the face. John stared up at the ceiling at the blurry lights as he heard the red count to three. Before he knew it there were doctors standing above him, dragging him out on a stretcher.

John didn't remember when he passed out, but he remembers very clearly what happened when he woke up. He was in a room, probably the trainer's room, and Triple H was tearing Punk a new one. Jeff was in the corner of the room, with a very concerned look on his face. Every now and then, John could swear that look was directed towards him, but maybe it was just his imagination.

"G... Guys," said John.

Everyone immediately turned their attention to John and Triple H walked over to him. "How do you feel?"

John groaned. "My head hurts."

"I bet it does," said Triple H. "You have a concussion."

He turned back to Punk. "I don't know what's going on here, and I don't care. If this happens again, you won't have a job anymore. Now get out."

Punk left the room and Jeff trailed behind him. Just before they left John saw Jeff look back at him, the same concern in his eyes. 'Were those looks for me?' Thought John, as Triple H talked to the trainer. They started listing off stuff for John to do for his head, but he wasn't paying attention, his mind was solely focused on Jeff right now.

At the hotel, Jeff sat on the windowsill, listening to Punk rant to himself about Triple H and John. He was only half listening, as he was mostly thinking about if John was ok. On top of that, his mind kept going back to his and John's talk, and what John said. He couldn't get his mind off of it. As Jeff looked down at his ring, he couldn't help but think, 'Am I making a mistake?'

Punk sighed. "He's such a douchebag."

"I know," said Jeff. Punk walked over to him and rubbed his knee. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," said Jeff. "Why?"

"You seem really distant," said Punk.

"I was just thinking," said Jeff.

"About what?" Said Punk.

Jeff bit his lip. "About our wedding."

Punk got a small smile and pecked Jeff's lips. "I love you."

"I love you too," said Jeff. He looked down as Punk ran his hands up his legs and kissed his neck. He resisted the urge to stiffen up and wrapped his arms over Punk's shoulders. Jeff kissed him and pushed all thoughts to the back of his mind as Punk carried him to the bed, trying to just lose himself in the moment.

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