Chapter 12

Adam woke up before Phil, blinking as he glanced over at the digital clock, the red letters blinking 3:56 AM. He yawned snuggling closer to Phil's warm body, deeper into the blankets as he drifted off again; only to wake up once more hours later he glanced at the clock, the room still pretty dark.

The clock read 6:39 AM; he gently sat up, leaning on his elbow to look at his sleeping boyfriend. Phillip Brooks was quite a sight to behold! The man was gorgeous! Phil had no shirt on, just clad in a pair of boxer briefs that clung tightly to his body leaving very little to imagination.

His black locks hiding his face, body for once, completely relaxed, and in the moon light, his lip ring shimmered like a diamond, like a star. Adam smiled gently moving the hair out of Phil's face, tucking it behind his ears to observe his face. Phil was so relaxed, so innocent, so angelic. Adam smiled. 'And he calls me the pretty one...'

He didn't know what came over him, but before he knew what he was doing, his finger was gently tracing the "STRAIGHT EDGE" Tattoo that went across Phil's abdomen. He bit his bottom lip in concentration as he did so.

"What're you doing?" Phil mumbled quietly causing Adam to jump ever so slightly, not having seen his lips move. "Sorry ... didn't mean to scare you..." He mumbled wincing as he glanced at the clock.

"Tracing your tattoo... I didn't mean to wake you...-" Adam started to ramble on quietly but Phil pulled him firmly against him, making Adam's body tense up, pressing his lips to his ear to whisper "'S okay sunshine... Relax... you didn't wake me... I was thinking..."

Adam blinked relaxing against Phil. "Me too..." he murmured back as Phil ran his fingers through his inky black locks, pushing them out of his face.

"About?" He asked as Adam blushed. When Adam continued to blush, and didn't reply; Phil sighed and forced a smile on his lips. "Sunshine you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want too".

Adam chewed his bottom lip. "No it's okay... I was thinking about how lucky I am..." he murmured as Phil blinked. "I don't believe in luck... and why would you be lucky? About what?"

"None-the-less. How lucky I am to have you..." Adam answered as Phil's eyebrow rose. "Isn't it 'someone like you'? And I'm the "lucky" one here Copeland..."

"No. I don't want someone like you... I just want you... And no it's me..." Adam murmured as Phil smiled.

"How are you the lucky one? Explain. Here's why I'm the... fortunate one... You are not only a MUCH bigger star then me... but your simply put... out of my league... You... are... you're 'You' and I'm... I'm 'me'..." Phil struggled with his words using 'air quotes' as Adam narrowed his eyes glaring at his boyfriend.

"Phillip Brooks! What the hell is wrong with being you? Hmm? Better be good..." Adam asked crossing his arms as Phil smiled sadly. "Nothing. I just look... pretty fucking plain... pretty fucking 'Normal' next to you... you're beautiful and I'm... ugh... I'm ... 'me'".

Adam crossed his arms over his chest. "Phillip Brooks... here's some advice... BUY A MIRROR" He hissed as pursed his lips. "For the record, you are anything BUT plain... or normal... and you're not 'out of my league' I don't even have a league!"

Phil stayed quiet as Adam uncrossed his arms, leaning down and kissing him passionately on the lips, letting it linger for a bit before pulling back.

"Phil... the truth is I AM THE LUCKY ONE. You're out of my league... you're in a league of your own. I'm an asshole, a dick, a cheater, a scumbag, I cheat, sleep, and marry my way to the top. You fight and claw your way to the top, earning everything you have. You're a legend in your own right; you're an Indy circuit legend, an ROH legend... I sure as hell can't say that! That means MORE than being a WWE 'legend', you came from absolutely nothing to here where you are now."

"You don't drink, have never used drugs or smoked, or slept around in your entire life, I sure as hell cannot say that. I drink; I've slept around, used drugs once, and smoked once... You're decent and I'm ... not. You may not be the biggest *Adam rubbed Phil's arms and chest*, you may not be the richest *he gestured to the room* but you're the only one I want... so help me god, I've fallen head over heels for you Phil. This may boost your ego but I cannot live without you now... you've made yourself a major part of my life in only a few weeks so it HAS to mean something... You did something right... you stole my heart, and I'm not too sure I want it back... I think with you... is the safest place for it."

"You're all that is good... and I'm all that's wrong with this world. I need you in my life... I've never been more addicted to anything in my life, the way that I'm addicted to you Phil. Fuck... I love you... I don't care if I ever become Champion again..."

"Liar..." Phil murmured as Adam chuckled. "Okay so the last part was a lie... but everything else was the gods' honest truth."

Phil sucked on his lip ring, playing with the barbell in his tongue. "You build me up like I'm so... perfect..."

"You are in my eyes..." Adam murmured kissing Phil's cheek. "Same could be said-"

"No... Dave said it best once... I'm nothing but a filthy whor-" "Shut ...up...now." Phil growled flipping them so he was on top of Adam. "You are not. You're a beautiful... reborn... angelic Greek god in my eyes... and I still don't deserve you."

Adam sighed. "Phillip-" "But that doesn't mean I'm giving you up, I'll do WHATEVER means necessary to make sure I keep you." Phil murmured cutting Adam off.

"Phil! I don't deserve you... I'm... nothing you described me to be... I'm not beautiful... that's you..."

Phil growled jumping out of bed, pulling Adam up and over his shoulder as he carried him into the bathroom, flicking the light on, and setting him on his feet, keeping a firm arm around him in case he fell. He turned Adam to face the full body mirror, forcing him to his knees as he kneeled behind him.

"Look at yourself... Adam your gorgeous... a beautiful, blonde Adonis" Phil whispered pained look forming his face as he continued. "And ... look at... me... so plain so... hideous next to you..."

Adam's jaw tightened; in a swift movement he tackled Phil, holding him down as he straddled his waist. "Phillip Jack Brooks! Enough! You're the hottest man... no, you're the hottest living thing I've ever seen in MY LIFE. 35 years is pretty LONG. No More. You are all I want... who do you expect that I should be with in your mind? Hm?" Adam growled as Phil shrugged feeling cocky, and a little turned on by Adam's angry outburst.

"Someone like John Cena" Adam snarled in Phil's face as Phil could no longer hide the smirk creeping on. "You know... this is a very arousing position... you're so hot when you're angry..."

Adam calmed down a bit, leaning down to gently suck on Phil's lip ring. "Am I? Really?" Phil nodded. "Uh huh" he began grinding his groin to Adam's backside. "I bet you want me huh? You want to fuck me don't you Phil?" Phil nodded, jaw dropping as Adam stood up, smirked and turned to face him. "Too bad..." he walked back to their bed.

"I'm feeling very unloved!" Phil complained as Adam chuckled. "You brought it all on yourself Phil".

Phil pouted pulling himself off the cold tile floor, walking over the bed, climbing in next to Adam. "Please?" Adam smirked hugging Phil.

"Nope... use your hand."

"Hmpt!" Phil huffed marching into the bathroom.

'A useless argument, for nothing other than to piss him off for Punk's amusement? Serves him right!' Adam thought smirking as he snuggled back into the covers.

End of Chapter 12