Chapter 3
Warnings: M/M, Lang, Comfort, fluff, angst, ect.
Rating: Mature.
Edge pulled his knees against his chest as he watched Punk fight Chavo on the backstage monitors. Every hit, every move Punk took, tore at Edge's heart. It came down to the end; Punk caught Chavo on his shoulders, and nailed him with the 'Go to Sleep' before locking on the anaconda vice. Chavo didn't hesitate to start tapping. Edge released a silent sigh of relief as Punk's hand was raised and he was headed up the ramp. Then Vickie appeared. On one side, Hawkins. On the other, Ryder. Punk took a step back looking between the three advancing figures.
'Run Punk... Fuck your pride! Run... please...' Edge prayed in his head feeling as though the bottom of his stomach dropped out when Bam came running up behind Punk, slamming his huge forearm into the back of Punk's head. Like a ton of bricks, no like a collapsing house, Punk... went... down. Chavo recovered in the ring as Bam picked up the Straight Edge Superstar, throwing his limp body over his shoulder, carrying him back to the ring as Chavo was climbing to his feet. Hawkins and Ryder slid under the ropes, bam followed suit, rolling Punk in. And the merciless beat down... or as Tazz just called it, Mugging began.
Every hit, every cry that came from Punk's lips, made Edge feel more and more vulnerable. He wanted to run out there! Help Punk... Stop the beating... but he sat, unmoving watching the beat down go on. Then when Bam, and the Edge heads were done, they pulled Punk up by his hair, and Vickie slapped him, not once, not twice, not even three times, but four! Edge felt his jaw tightening in anger... did he actually just growl?
Once Vickie hand finished with Punk, Bam gave him a spine buster, and Chavo gave him a frog splash, the five fiends celebrated as though they won the lottery before finally leaving Punk writhing on the mat, to be helped out by Refs and officials.
Punk hissed in pain as the Ref helped him up on the cold metal table to be examined, before leaving Punk to his lonesome. He closed his eyes, beginning to shiver, getting goose bumps from the cold table, as his thoughts drifted to Adam. He briefly wondered if Adam had seen what went down, better yet, if he did, did he care? 'Obviously not enough to stop it' Punk thought bitterly, tightening his arm around his mid-section, feeling the pain flaring up already, the numb throb throughout his body was almost over whelming... but Punk forced himself to remember that he had suffered worse than this. Yet why did this one seem to hurt more than the others had?
'Adam...' Punk's thoughts tossed at him, making Punk grit his teeth in frustration. 'Shut up!' he mentally scolded himself. 'It'll be better once I take his fucking title, and maybe slap his fat whore soon to be his...w-' Punk couldn't bring himself to finished the thought. Why must Adam be so... lap dog-ish? If he'd only come with me. Punk snorted as the Doctor finally walked in. "Excuse me sir... Mr. CM Punk... Let's see what we've got here"...
Adam paced a few feet away from the trainers' room. How badly he wanted to rush in, hold Punk against him, baby him to hell, then go slap the holy hell out of his "Edge heads" for what they did to him. Adam slowly walked up to the door, he reached out for the knob, yet at the last second yanked his hand back, squeezing his eyes shut and balling his hands into tight fists. 'What the hell am I thinking? I'm not gay! And I damn sure don- shouldn't care about C...M... Punk' Adam turned to leave, bumping into the doctor. "Excuse me sir... Mr. CM..."
Adam bolted before he could be seen by anybody, rushing back to Chavo's dressing room. "Hey Baby! Did you see what we did out there! As I said I would take care of CM Punk. No worries" Vickie smirked, wrapping her arms around Edge who was having trouble trying to keep his temper under control. 'Nod, Smile, Act like you care what's she's saying, Try not to strangle Chavo, Bam or the Edge heads... right' he mentally told himself.
Hours later.
Edge managed to finally get rid of the majority of La Famila, and it was only himself and Vickie, alone in their hotel suite. When Vickie had gone to the bathroom, he snagged her company paid cell phone, scrolling through the WWE Superstars numbers until it landed on Punk's. He pulled out his phone, quickly adding it to contacts, and then tossed her phone back in the bag. When she returned, she didn't suspect a thing. She quickly moved to Edge's side, kissing him, Edge knew where she obviously intended this to go and broke the kiss, holding up his hands as she went for another round.
"Sorry Vickie... but... I don't believe in sex before marriage... wait for our honeymoon..." Edge lied and Vickie, the poor... deceitful woman, actually believed him.
As they lie in bed, Adam waited for her breathing to even out; when it did he knew she was out like a light. He gently rolled out of bed, pulling his shoes on, grabbing his car keys (in case), wallet and cell phone. Once in the safety of the elevator he flipped open his cell phone, went to contacts and highlighted punk's name, then hit 'Talk'. It rang three times, four... then a groggy voice answered. "Hello?"
Punk sounded terrible. Adam's heart sunk into his chest, as he held his breath. "Hello?"
"Punk...?" Adam murmured into the phone. "You sound awful..."
"You! What the hell do you want?" Punk's husky angry voice growled into the phone.
"Where you staying? What room? Please... I want to see you... I owe you something..." Adam murmured quietly as the elevator doors slid open with a "Ding".
"Why?" Punk growled bitterly.
"Punk please... I need to see you... I'm sorry about what happened but I warned you! Please tell me I need to see you..." Adam murmured his voice sounding desperate even to him. Punk must've heard the desperation as well because he finally broke, telling Adam he was actually staying at the same hotel, and his room, was three floors below the room Adam was sharing with Vickie.
Adam rolled his eyes while waiting for the elevator, and then last minute decided it was taking too damn, long and took the stairs, two at a time, until he got to Punk's floor. He rushed to Punk's door, knocking twice, feeling his palms getting sweaty as he looked back and forth down both ends of the hall to make sure he hadn't been seen. The hallways were empty as Punk's door opened.
Punk had his hair pulled back, he had a pair of red boxer briefs on and a plain black t-shirt but to Adam he looked absolutely breath taking. "Hey" Adam whispered locking eyes with Punk. Punk gave a roll of his eyes, stepping back to let Adam enter the room, closing the door after him. "What do you want, lapdog" Punk asked bitterly sitting on the edge of his bed. Adam bit his bottom lip, kneeling on the floor at Punk's feet, resting his hands on Punk's slim thighs. "I believe... I owed you something..." Adam murmured almost as if he were shy. Punk pursed his lips eyeing the Rated R Superstar, trying to decode what thoughts were going through his head.
"Sorry... Adam. I'm out of commission-" Punk started but Adam gently put a hand on Punk's shoulder. "Okay… then... some other time I guess. How are your injuries? How bad are they I mean...?"
"Rather not talk about it with the guy I'll be battling against for the World title now would I?" Punk murmured coldly, with emotionless humor. Adam felt his heart jump at that. "Punk... what do you have against me? Why my title and not say... Chavo's? Or Triple H's?" he asked as Punk smirked. "Because I don't want the disgrace that is the WWE championship, and I already won the ECW title before... the ECW title that you cost me." Punk answered as Adam sighed.
"Punk... I don't want to fight you... I care about you... It hurt having to watch those fiends... do that to you... I wanted to run out and tear them to shreds... but I..."
"Didn't. Close but no cigar right?" Punk muttered bitterly as Adam sighed once more. "Punk! What's it going to take to prove to you that I care... what do I have to have to do?" he asked standing walking to sit at the top of the bed. Punk smirked before following suit. "Kiss me..." He murmured as Adam sat his effects down, kicking his shoes off. He moved closer to Punk, who lay on his back, waiting for Adam to join him.
Adam quickly followed, placing one hand on either side of Punk, hovering over Punk, who smirked up at him. Adam used his nose to gently nudge Punk's head in the opposite direction, placing his lips perfectly over Punk's, kissing him sweetly. Punk slipped his arms around Adam, kissing him back passionately. Adam broke the kiss for air, now using his knees to help balance his weight so he didn't crush Punk's hurt ribs, he gently swiped his thumb across Punk's lips, letting it linger on Punk's lip ring, smiling down at him. "You're... so... gorgeous... your green eyes are... so beautiful" Adam murmured absentmindedly as Punk smiled running his hands through Adam's hair. "You're pretty beautiful too ya know" Punk smirked as Adam rolled his eyes. "Punk..." Adam murmured beginning to kiss down Punk's jawline to his neck, sucking on his collarbone, causing him to moan.
"No! Adam It's my turn..." Punk pushed Adam's face away, rolling on top, straddling Adam's thighs. He started kissing Adam's neck, sucking gently on his collar bone, biting down, then sucking, bite, and suck. Adam was between moaning in pleasure and gasping at the slight sting of pain. "Erm... god... Punk feels ... nice ..." Punk pulled back looking at Adam serious glint in his eyes as he rolled to lie beside him. "Adam... Call me Phil please..."
"Fine...Phil ..." Adam murmured cuddling back into the pillows. Phil smiled laying his head on Adam's chest. "Adam?"
"Yeah?" Adam asked leaning up slightly.
"Do me a favor..."
"Anything." Adam murmured looking down at Phil.
"Stay... here... with me tonight." he murmured quietly watching Adam's reaction. "Of course" He answered back pulling Phil closer against him, holding him as Punk drifted off, Adam himself not far behind. Feeling that for once... this just felt... right. Perfect. Like… he belonged here with Punk.
~End of Chapter three