Finally! A new chapter. I apologise for the long wait, but I've had major technological issues. So thanks for the reviews for this story upto now and I hope you're all still interested to know what happens now.
Just a side note, dont try and place this story at a specific time in WWE stoylines...because it just doesnt fit anywhere. You kinda have to just go with it.

CM Punk sat alone in catering; silently reviewing what both Miz and John had told him. Part of him wanted to think that Miz maybe wasn't as much the innocent party as he'd made out. Even though Johnny had basically told him to his face that he was capable of sinking that low – of toying with people's emotions to such an extent – in order to get what he wanted. But then Mike was bound to be bitter, surely? His one night with John had wrecked his relationship; he obviously wasn't going to have the highest opinion of the guy. Phi sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. He glanced up in acknowledgement when he heard someone join him at the table, smiling when he saw that it was the very person that he needed to talk to – Evan.

'Hey Evan,' he began, but stopped, noticing the blankness in the eyes of the high-flyer. Waving his hand in front of the younger mans face; Punk frowned as Evan snapped out of his daze. 'Trouble with the man again?' Punk enquired.

The smaller man nodded sadly. 'All we ever seem to do at the moment is argue. Ever since…' Evan stopped suddenly and shook his head. 'Never mind.'

Punk reached out and squeezed his arm gently. 'Ever since Morrison?' He asked quietly, causing Evan to pull his arm away and glare at Phil murderously.

'What the hell Phil? You of all people should know not to listen to all the bullshit that people spread around here. I don't know what you think you know but –' His voice trailed off at the unconvinced expression on the Chicago natives face.

'Johnny told me.' Phil offered in explanation, adding hurriedly 'He didn't tell me any details, don't worry, your name just came up. But I know it probably wasn't your fault. Johnny told me that much.' He smiled sadly. 'So I'm guessing Randy found out then?'

Evan nodded and replied angrily, 'That stupid tart made sure of that, didn't he?!'

Punk frowned in confusion. 'You mean John told Randy what happened? That you two had been together.'

Evan laughed bitterly. 'Nah, he hasn't got the balls for that. It was just little sarcastic comments y'know? He'd walk past us and say something like "You don't know what you're missing there Orton "' Seeing that Phil still looked confused, Evan sighed, realising that he would have to explain. 'Randy wouldn't let me top.' He muttered quietly.

Phil nodded, a grin slowly spreading across his face, which eventually grew into a quiet chuckle and then full on laughter at the indignant expression on the smaller mans face as he stood and stormed from the room. Punk took a few deep breaths to compose himself and followed after the high flyer. Evan walked quickly through the arena, Phil close behind, until they reached a deserted corridor where Evan turned suddenly and slammed Punk up against the wall, ramming his forearm into the older mans throat with a growl and held him there despite Punks struggling against the smaller man. Eventually Punk stilled and stared into the dark eyes of the man in front of him before nodding in defeat. As Evan let him go, Phil rubbed his neck, surprised at the littler mans power, and Evan grinned victoriously.

'Alright small fry,' Punk said good-naturedly. 'You've made your point. So how does Johnny come into that?'

Evan sighed. 'Well Randy and I had been arguing about it for a while. He didn't believe I could do it either. Anyway so this one night Id had enough of the piss-taking and I went to a bar. Johnny was there, we had a few drinks, I found myself telling him everything and, well things just kinda went from there. We got really flirty and we ended up back at his hotel room. I fucked him to within an inch of his life and he fucking loved it.' Punk was taken aback by such a blunt statement coming from the quiet young man and the look of astonishment in his eyes caused a wry grin to come over the face of the high flyer. 'Anyway,' Evan continued, 'So the next morning John chucked me out. I hated myself for what I'd done to Randy but there was no way I was gonna tell him – it was just a drunken mistake – he didn't need to know. But then that little bitch took the decision out of my hands.'

Suddenly realisation dawned on the straight edge superstar. 'So you told Randy?' He smacked himself on the forehead and shook his head. 'How long ago did he find out?'

Evan frowned at the question but replied curiously 'Only a couple of weeks ago, why?'

Punk grinned. 'That's why Randy was trying it on with me. I thought it was odd. Hey, hold up there big guy…' Punk grabbed Evans arm, stopping him from storming off again with a murderous look in his eyes. 'Don't you see kid? He's trying to make you jealous – you hurt tough guys pride.'

Evan shrugged in defeat and looked up at Punk expectantly. 'So what do I do now?' He asked, suddenly appearing much younger and more innocent than before.

'Well he definitely isn't gonna wanna bottom for you now. Not anytime soon.' Evan nodded sadly as Punk continued. 'You need to learn to trust each other again. He has to know that you love him. Have you guys been together since he found out about Johnny?'

Evan shook his head. 'No, he's too angry with me. But I miss him. I don't even mind not topping at this point – I just want him.'

Punk thought for a moment. 'Look Ev, when Randy came onto me he said he was pissed and he needed someone that he could take it out on. He needs to get it out of his system.' Punk looked at the thoughtful expression on Evans face before continuing. 'You need to show him you're sorry Ev. Let him take it out on you if that's what he needs to do. Let him punish you. Get through that and he'll know you trust him and he'll be able to trust you again.' Punk smiled at the innocence in Evans eyes and grabbed the younger man into a hug. 'You're strong enough kid. I promise.'

Next morning, Phil was headed down for breakfast, having not slept much the night before. This was not just because his brain was working overtime trying to figure out the Johnny situation, the noises coming from the couple in the room next door had done nothing to help. As he stepped out of his hotel room, he bumped into Evan and Randy coming out of that same room next-door, arms around each other and (Punk smiled to see) Randy's hand firmly on Evans ass. Phil and Randy nodded politely to each other and Evan grinned. Halfway down the corridor, Evan turned to Punk, mouthed the words 'Thank You' and winked.

Punk smiled to himself. At least he could sort out other people's problems. It was just his own that he was having trouble with.

Well, there you go. Hope it was worth the wait. I do have more written so let me know if you wanna read it. Hit review :) xxx