Heyman slid his hand over his greased back hair and gave CM Punk a sad smile as he walked through the doorway. "I'm surprised you let me in, Punk. I've been a total idiot-"
"Shut it, Heyman, and explain your goddamn self." demanded Punk, sitting down and facing Heyman. Punk noticed Heyman's eyes were red and at Punk's harsh words, Heyman flinched.
"Punk, Phil, I just, needed to see you. I've been an idiot. This whole thing has spun out of control. I was hurt, you understand?" Heyman's eyes widened, and he seemed genuinely upset. "You told me to stay away, you were my best friend, and I promise, I didn't get Brock on you!"
"Ha!" Punk laughed. He thought back to RAW, how Heyman had taunted him with his own catchphrase, and at the sound of "It's clobbering time!"that idiot Brock Lesnar had entered. All this following a harsh speech from Heyman who even mocked Punk for having no wife or family. How could that have any plausible explanation? One answer: it couldn't.
As if reading Punk's mind, Heyman stepped forward. "Phil, any problem you and Brock have is between yourselves. But he's a close friend of mine, and he cares a lot about me. He doesn't like seeing the effect you have on me, Phil."
"What fucking effect?!" Punk felt like shouting. Instead, he stayed calm, crossed his arms and smirked. "Yeah, because he knows I'm best in the world. He's jealous, Heyman. That's all there is to it. Now thank you for this shitty excuse of an apology, but I don't forgive you. And you'll see that messing with me is a bad idea."
"You don't get it, Phil. I can't deal with how I feel about you."
"YOU'RE A FUCKING LIAR, HEYMAN!" Punk stood up. Heyman didn't move."You even admitted you lie to save your career. Why wouldn't you lie and manipulate me now? Get out. I've heard what you have to say, you-"
"I love you, Philip Brooks."
The room was silent. Punk froze, taken aback by Heyman's words. Heyman moved closer, slightly shaking. Nervously, he took a slightly step forward. "Phil, I mean it... I-"
Heyman's words were interrupted as their lips touched. Punk felt Heyman's arms slide around his neck, and his mouth instinctively opened to deepen the kiss. At the touch of Punk's tongue on his, Heyman sighed and pulled Punk closer. Realising what he was doing, Punk pulled away.
"Paul, what..?"
"I've been waiting for this moment for so long, Phil. I-" their lips touched again. Punk couldn't think straight. His stomach fluttered and he felt a twinge at the base of his abdomen. His heart was beating so fast he was sure Heyman could feel it pressed against his chest. "Oh, Phillip." breathed Heyman as Punk slid his hand up Heyman's shirt. At the sound of his name, Punk pulled away.
"I can't fucking do this, Heyman!" and the next thing Heyman knew, Punk had sprinted out the room and disappeared out the front door with a loud bang.
Heyman stared at where Punk had been stood seconds ago, shaking. He thought about the kiss, and wondered what had made Punk react in that way. What had he done?