Chapter 3- Lucky- Cm Punk
"I just don't get it Kofi every time I tell ye! Every damn fucking time it's always with him! "A very aggravating Cm Punk whispered harshly beneath his breath.
He kicked open his locker-room door with his good friend Kofi tagging along beside him.
Punk quickly grabbed a towel and rushed the soft materiel all over his sweaty body, he felt sick. He was a complete mess, Punk match tonight was a big wow to the fans, and it was himself vs. Chris Jericho. It was a good fight to start off with everyone was jumping out of their seats and screaming on the top of their lungs. The ending was a big surprise for everyone.
Punk had won the match of course only because Jericho left the ring without even a glance back.
It wasn't part of the show; it was supposed to be an easy pin 1, 2, 3.
The last thing Chris did before he walked out on Punk was holding him at the walls of Jericho...
Punk moaned underneath his breath. "Jericho. Mentally slapping himself upside the head for even thinking about that move.
It felt so good, yet it felt so wrong.
Kofi walked up to punk.
"Well man...if what you're saying is true on the whole 'it only happens with him' then it has to be a sign. "Kofi suggested while seating next to Punk on the bench.
He squint his eyes at Kofi "A sign? What that I'm, "He takes a breath. "Gay?"
Kofi could only shake his head not wanting to start an argument.
Punk looked away from Kofi and glared down at the floor, his mind was foggy and nothing in the right mind made sense.
"Kofi," Punk bit deeply down on his fist. "The walls of Jericho...oh my god," Punk blushed nervously,. "The fucking walls of Jericho It-it turned me on! My fucking god i was hard... and I -oh god-."
"Mm God no, stop there, "An uncomfortable image started appearing in Kofi's head but he quickly washed it out. "Maybe that's the reason he left?!"Kofi suggested quickly.
"No...no...i mean when i looked back he looked back stared directly at me in a very odd angel and automatically he let me out and just left with a smirk pasted on his damn face." Punk leaned against the lockers and sighed.
Fuck maybe he did notice.
It was always Jericho who made him feel warm on the inside, butterfly's floating around in his stomach. Heck fighting the older man gave him an odd boner here and there especially if he were position in Jericho most famous move...It was wrong...but just so right
"Who cares, he's married, "Phil sighed sadly biting down on his lip ring. "Isn't he?" He questioned more to himself.
A simple knock was placed on the door, the turns of heads from Punk and Kofi were focus on the door, and both men were on their feet.
"It must be Cody," Phil shrugged. "Yeah Cody, come in."
The door opened slowly open to revile not Cody but a very cheeky Jericho.
Punk mind shut down, everything around him stopped, he didn't even hear Kofi saying goodbye and leaving him alone with Jericho he didn't even notice Jericho coming up to him and taking a seat right next to him where Kofi once sat.
"Hey, Nice match tonight." Jericho smiled towards the confused man next to him.
Punk felt the heat rush up to his cheeks.
Quick Phil do something.
Punk snapped out of it and glared at Jericho. "It would have been better if you didn't walk out like a bitch. No one should walk out on a match with Cm Punk."
Jericho rolled his eyes at Punk. "Please save it, you should be thankful! The look on your face told me everything."
"What look?" He asked as Chris began to gently run his fingers down punk's tattooed arm. He pinched gently at various places.
God harder.
Chris chuckled in return. "Don't play dumb Punk, Your eyes...i read your eyes, they were asking for SO much more than just the walls of Jericho..."
"Was not." Punk replied awkwardly.
"Were too!" Chris only smirked in return.
Punk took his eyes off of Chris. The older man laughed in return and got ready to leave.
He turned back to Punk and gave a simple answer. "Can't say you didn't like the walls of Jericho, most people would be honored to have me put them down like that, you should be lucky."
"I don't believe in luck."
"Well maybe you should start by believing luck and maybe the next time i can show you some others Honorable moves made by the one and only Chris Jericho, the bonus would more likely be in a more private area,...with just you and me." He cockily smirked at punk and sent him a simple wink before turning on his heel leaving the straightedge alone.
Punk stared at the spot Jericho was last standing at. He let out a weak smile and laughed to himself.
"More honorable moves? Private? And this all involves Chris Jericho...lucky me." Punk smirks lustfully.
Lucky me.