When the news got out that John got a concussion, rumors immediately began flying. There was so much talk of Jeff and John that no one could have a full conversation without hearing about it.
Jeff was changing in the locker room when he heard Cody and Randy speaking in hushed tones, glancing over at him every now and then. He rolled his eyes and pulled his shirt on. "Will you guys grow up? This isn't high school."
"Sorry, we didn't realize you had another notch on your bed post," said Randy.
"Fuck off," said Jeff, glaring at him. "It's none of your business."
"My dick's been inside you, I think I have a right to know who else's has been," said Randy.
"Leave him alone," said John, walking into the room.
"Well, the man of the hour," said Randy with a smirk. "I knew you'd fuck Jeff eventually, everyone does it at least once."
"Shut the fuck up," said John, standing in front of Jeff. "You have no idea what you're talking about."
"It's Jeff, I think it's pretty obvious what went on," said Cody.
John started walking towards Cody but Randy got up beside him. "Is there a problem?"
"John it's not worth it they're just jerks," said Jeff. John took a deep breath and started walking back towards Jeff as Randy chuckled.
"Yeah, listen to your bitch," said Randy. "Wouldn't want another concussion, would we?"
John immediately turned around and socked Randy in the jaw before leaving the room. "Hey!" Said Cody, helping Randy back up. "You'll pay for that!"
Jeff quickly followed John out of the room. "John!"
"What?!" said John, turning to face him.
"You can't just hit people!" Said Jeff. "You're going to get in serious trouble!"
"They shouldn't have been talking to you like that," said John,
"It's not your job to defend me," said Jeff.
"Oh, right, it's Punk's job," said John. "And where was he?"
Jeff glared at him. "It's no one's job. I can defend myself."
"Well you do a pretty shit job of it," said John, crossing his arms.
"Just stay out of it," said Jeff. "It's not your business."
"Not my business?" Said John. "I'm pretty sure all the rumors revolve around us."
"Then stay away from me!" Said Jeff. "They're not gonna stop if you're nice to me!"
"So what? You want me to call you a whore all day?" Said John. "You want me to just pretend like that night never happened?"
"That's not what I said," said Jeff.
"No, it's what you meant," said John, walking away from him,
Jeff felt his eyes watering up. "Don't walk away from me!"
"You just told me to," said John, looking back at him.
"So that's it?" Said Jeff.
"That's been it," said John, facing him again. "It's me or him Jeff, and until you decide to wake up and realize that, I'm not dealing with it anymore." He turned and started walking away again. "Call me when you get some sense, hopefully I'll still be around."
Jeff wiped a tear away and walked to the gym, knowing Punk was there. John looked back at him, feeling his heart breaking. The last thing he wanted was Jeff out of his life, but he knew he couldn't keep being the third wheel anymore, for all their sakes.
Punk was squatting when he saw Jeff come in, his face flushed. He set his weight down and walked over to him, taking his headphones off. "Hey what's the matter?"
"Everything," said Jeff, burying his face in Punk's chest.
"Sshh," said Punk, stroking his hair and rubbing his back. "It's ok."
"No it's not," said Jeff. "Nothing's ok."
"What happened?" Said Punk, running his thumb over Jeff's cheek, wiping tears away.
"John-"
"Did he do something to you?" Said Punk, getting a glare. "I swear I'll-"
"No he didn't do anything," said Jeff. "It's just hard."
"What's hard?" Said Punk, putting Jeff's hair behind his ear.
"He's not the same," said Jeff.
"What are you talking about?" Said Punk. "What's going on?"
Jeff wiped some tears away and sniffled. "He's just different."
Punk rubbed his back and kissed his forehead. "He won't bother you anymore, I promise."
Jeff just buried his face in Punk's chest again and sniffled. "Hey," said Punk, lifting Jeff's chin up and pecking his lips. "I love you."
"I... I love you too," said Jeff. Punk hugged him tightly again and Jeff leaned into him again and sighed inwardly. It felt so natural to be in Punk's arms, but it didn't feel like the way it used to. There wasn't a fire there, or a spark. It was just, safe. "Phil."
"What is it?" Said Punk.
"I just.. I feel, dirty," said Jeff.
"Don't say that," said Punk. "It wasn't your fault-"
"Yes it was," said Jeff. "I went to him, I asked for it, I left it was all me!"
Jeff pulled away from Phil and Phil looked somberly at him. "Jeff wait-"
"I don't feel anything anymore," said Jeff. "I'm just so confused."
Punk nodded. "You uh, you like him?"
"I don't know," said Jeff. "There's no fire between us anymore, or passion. It was just different with John."
Punk stayed silent and Jeff wiped a tear away. "I need time to think."
"I know," said Punk, walking over to him and kissing his hand.
Jeff pulled away and walked out of the gym. "I'll see you at the hotel." He kept to himself the rest of the night, avoiding both John and Punk. It wasn't too hard to avoid John, seeing as John was avoiding him too. When he went to leave the arena, Jeff groaned, realizing he'd rode here with Punk, and he was already gone.
Jeff sighed and sat on the curb of the parking lot before going to call a cab. He looked up when someone honked and saw John in his car. "Need a ride?" Said John.
"Why?" Said Jeff.
"Well, you're sitting here calling a cab," said John. "You look like a guy who needs a ride."
"No, why are you talking to me?" Said Jeff.
John pushed open the passenger door. "Get in."
Jeff thought about it for a second before getting up and in the car. They rode silently until Jeff looked over at John. "This doesn't mean anything."
"Of course it doesn't, I'm just a guy giving another guy a lift," said John.
Jeff sighed and just looked out the window. John cleared his throat. "So, not to be nosy or anything, but why do you need a ride?"
"That sounds kinda nosy," said Jeff, continuing to look away from him.
"Well, you are still wearing a ring," said John.
"I am," said Jeff.
John sighed softly and clenched his fingers around the wheel. "Did he leave you here?"
"I told him to give me space," said Jeff.
"He didn't have to just leave you," said John.
"I told him to," said Jeff.
"You told me to, too," said John.
"You didn't have to give me a ride," said Jeff.
"I know," said John. "I wanted to."
"Bull shit," said Jeff. "You just want to get some."
John took a deep breath and pulled the car over. Jeff looked over at him. "What are you doing?"
"Do you really think we'd be in this situation right now, if all I wanted from you is sex?" Said John.
Jeff sighed. "John, I really don't want to deal with this right now."
"Well too bad, because if that's what you think then you're just as dumb as everyone says you are," said John.
Jeff glared at him. "Fuck you, I'm not dumb and you know it."
"I do know it," said John. "So I know that's not what you think."
"You have no idea what I'm thinking," said Jeff softly.
"I'd like to know what you're thinking," said John. "And if I'm a thought at all."
"Of course you're a thought, I just-" Jeff groaned and ran his hands over his face. "You don't understand."
"I really don't," said John. "I don't understand why you're gonna go to the hotel and fuck Punk because you and I both know that's exactly what's going to happen." When Jeff stayed silent he scoffed. "I don't understand why I'm even giving you a ride."
"I don't either," said Jeff.
John tapped his fingers on the wheel. "Maybe I just know who you really are, and I know how I feel, and how you feel, and maybe I have just a tiny bit of hope that this won't turn out like I think it will. But it will, nothing's gonna be fixed. You'll make up with Punk, and then come crying back to me the next time you have a problem-" John's eyes widened as Jeff kissed him, but he slowly closed them and wrapped his arms around Jeff's waist, pulling him over to the driver's seat. He moaned as Jeff straddled him and ran a hand through his hair. Jeff bit John's lip before sliding his tongue into his mouth, and it was driving John's groin crazy. If John had a say in it, he would immediately declare Jeff the greatest kisser to ever live. He always knew exactly what to do to blow John's mind.
They made out for several minutes before John's hands drifted below Jeff's waist, and Jeff pulled John's shirt off, kissing his neck. He ran his hands up John's abs and John reached down and fumbled with the lever to lean his seat back. When he finally got it down he started undoing Jeff's belt, but stopped when he felt Jeff's ring brush against his skin.
John sighed and pulled away, running a hand over his face. "We can't."
"Yeah," said Jeff, laying next to him.
John put his arm around Jeff and they laid there for a few minutes in silence. He looked down at Jeff's hand, staring at his ring. John couldn't kick the guilt he felt, even though Jeff initiated the kiss. "What now?" Said John.
"I don't know," said Jeff.
John took a deep breath and sighed. He knew what was going to happen, but he didn't want to say it right now. John just wanted to enjoy the moment while it was happening. He laid there for who knows how long, just running his hands through Jeff's hair, enjoying the peace for once.
Once they finally got moving again, John took Jeff to the hotel and they said goodbye. Jeff walked to his and Punk's room and took a deep breath before opening the door. He smiled a little seeing a vase of roses on the desk with a note. The shower was running so Jeff figured that's where Punk was. He read the note and smelled the flowers, feeling butterflies in his stomach. It simply said: "You mean more to me than the air I breathe."
Punk walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later, smirking when he saw Jeff laying on the bed. "It's about time you got in my bed."
Jeff smirked back. "I got caught up with stuff."
Punk chuckled and sat next to him, kissing him. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah," said Jeff, leaning into his touch as Punk gently caressed his cheek. "I love the flowers."
"That's just part one of the surprise," said Punk.
Jeff raised a brow. "There's parts?"
"You said the spark was gone," said Punk, getting off the bed and going into the closet. "I have never heard a better excuse to go to the sex store."
Jeff chuckled as Punk pulled out a black bag. "What did you get?"
"What didn't I get," said Punk, pulling out fluffy handcuffs, making Jeff smirk. "Now, if I don't walk out of here with animal scratches all over my back and chest and arms, we're not leaving."
In the morning, John was getting a cup of coffee when he heard Dolph Ziggler and Christian talking behind him.
"God I'm tired," said Dolph. "I didn't get any sleep last night."
"Why not?" Said Christian. "Was Jill keeping you busy?"
"Very funny," said Dolph. "No, Punk was keeping Jeff busy."
"Oh, got the room next to Punk's?" Said Christian.
"I got the room two doors down from Punk and could still hear them," grumbled Dolph.
Christian smirked. "Jeff is a screamer. God, what I wouldn't give to hear that again."
"You're lucky you got him when he was a whore," said Dolph. "I never got to sleep with him."
"Dude, he still is a whore," said Christian. "Haven't you heard about him and John?"
John took a deep breath and walked away before he got into another fight with someone. He knew it was going to happen, but it still hurt to hear about Jeff and Punk. John immediately drove to the airport and went home, trying to ignore the pain he felt in his heart.
AN: Thanks for reading guys! Please review! :)
Charmed2011- Thanks! It's some of both, I didn't want to write it just one way
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