The next week, as she settled into her new room, Cena thought about going to see her. As luck would have it, they were all on the elevator together. He raised his eyebrows as the shield stepped off on a different floor. He followed her to her room and asked her what happened. "Jealousy."

Punk was there at the door waiting as they entered the room. Cena left and Punk sighed with relief. "I believe your tongue has some worshiping to do?" he grinned, wriggling his eyebrows and pulling open his hotel bathrobe.

Cena returned to his hotel room slightly concerned. Were they just having issues, or had they ended things? Because that would mean wondrous things for him. He once again held the ring and fiddled with it, too lost in his own thoughts to say anything. He used his key to open the door to the room he shared with Alicia, stopping in his tracks at the sight that greeted him.

Cena stared ahead in horror at what he saw. He made no sound, but his jaw fell open. There before his disbelieving eyes lay Darren and Alicia in the throes of passion. He left without making a sound, closing the door softly. He walked down the hallway to make one phone call. After that one phone call, both of his lovers were fired and declared mentally incompetent. He would never see Alicia or Darren again.

He trotted to the elevator. Riding it without hesitation to her room. Punk heard the knock at the door and groaned, reluctantly pulling himself from her arms to saunter over to the door, to see who it was. When Punk saw that it was Cena, he sighed and opened the door, although he was as naked as the day he was born.

As he opened the door Cena rushed past him, not even taking the time to nod at him, his mind not registering Punk's nudity as he pulled the Diva's Champion towards him, kissing her deeply. He groaned at the sensation, and somehow the two wound up lying on the couch together. Punk watched this with shock and exasperation, and walked over, thinking that his still painfully erect Penis would make Cena break the kiss and run, but instead…

…Cena opened his eyes briefly, and as he saw punk's stiff erection out of the corner of His eye, reached out with one arm, swallowing and sucking down Punk's thick length expertly in one motion, groaning hungrily, he released punk with a pop and went back to kissing the champion, then pushed Punk's hips forward and moving their mouths so that they were kissing around his stiff cock.

Punk groaned loudly in surprise and arousal as Cena sucked him down as if he was used to this set up. He never would have expected Cena to want to continue. He thought he would have run from the room. Punk raised his eyebrows as he relaxed into the feeling of their tongues working on him.

Before long, Cena pulled punk back into his mouth, sucking firmly until punk went weak at the knees, the coiling feeling winding in his stomach. Cena lessended the suction slightly, keeping Punk from losing it entirely. He lifted Punk on his shoulders, still sucking him gently. He pulled the champion to the bedroom by the wrist. They all lay on the bed as Cena laid Punk down, removing his jorts and boxers and leaving the harness on, but making no move to remove the champion's clothes. She ran her hands over both their naked forms, as if blessing their union. She licked and kissed Cena and Punk's chests and arms as they groaned. Before long, Punk's legs spread, and Cena flipped him over, burying his face in his ass.

Punk groaned in amazement as his eyes rolled. It had been so long since he had been rimmed that well. Cena lapped at him insistently, never stopping his pleasured growls as he tongued Punk deeply. The champion touched them both softly; panting as she ran her fingers over Cena's iliac crests, her fingers drifting to Cena's hanging erection as if in a trance. She licked her lips and eyed him hungrily, kneeling to suck at him lightly.

Cena groaned as he lapped at Punk's ass, gasping at her gentle touches. "Ah, yeah, yeah, just like that. His hips trembled at the spark sensations that ran up his spine. He felt as if the slightest touch would make him explode, burying his tongue in Punk's ass deeply.

Her lips moved from his hardened length to place soft kisses all over his lower body, and then returned to his twitching erection, this time taking it into her mouth gently, sucking gently. Cena groaned and lapped incessantly, as he started to prep punk. Cena's groans got higher and higher as he tongued punk deeper and deeper and she took Cena farther down her throat. She nuzzled her nose into his groin gently. Cena whined, "Ah, fuck! Yeah! OOOOOHH, Fuck! Oh, yeah, take me. Take me down your fucking throat." He moaned urgently, adding as much saliva as possible to Punk and groaning loudly.

Punk had been panting quickly for several minutes, trying to stave off his own orgasm, and an ordinarily PG Cena's dirty talk was almost enough to make him lose it. As if she sensed their growing levels of arousal, she slipped her mouth away gently, pushing up on Cena's ass to tell him wordlessly what he was to do next.

Cena entered punk slowly, reveling in the stifled groans as Punk tried to control himself. Cena rolled them both onto their backs deftly, and the champion kissed and massaged Punk's chest gently. Punk was panting and closing his eyes tightly, wanting the sensations to last forever. He opened his eyes, the orgasm building in his stiff erection. The champion could tell Cena was close as well, and without any warning, clawed Punk across the chest, pulling his erection into her mouth.

Punk groaned and sighed, shooting his climax down her throat. He clamped tightly onto Cena and he thrusted firmly, shooting off his climax into punk deeply.

The Champion was the first to recover, taking some warm water and a washcloth to sponge the two down. She started with Punk, then changed the water and went over to Cena. The two men fell asleep of sheer exhaustion, and she climbed into bed with them, closing her eyes.

The next day, the three awoke, remembering the events of the night before. "The fuck just happened?" Punk asked, slightly confused. "You just stormed in here and started blowing away? What the hell?"

Cena decided to put all his cards on the table as far as his sexuality was concerned. "I am bisexual, obviously, and I was going through some things. "

"Like what?" Punk asked.

"Well, I was carrying on a secret relationship with Darren young, and dating Alicia Fox in the public eye. Last night I caught them together in my room. I told Darren I was Bisexual, and he told me he was gay and not interested in women at all. Yet there he was."

"What did he say when you caught him? 'This isn't what it looks like'?"

"I didn't tell him I caught him."

"Wow."

"I just decided to end things. I left them a little parting gift as they leave for good."

"So now, as a bisexual, I wanted to try just being with you, and no one else," he looked towards the champion. "When Punk hung his meat in front of my face, I just couldn't resist. Am I the only one that wants to give this a shot?"

Punk smirked. "In the words of Dean Ambrose, 'Nope'."