A/N: Thank you everyone for the reviews, follows, and favorites. I wasn't expecting as many as I got, so thank you very much. I really appreciate it. Here is Chapter 2 and I hope you enjoy it. :)

Chapter 2

It was Monday night, and Raw just went off the air. Dean Ambrose was making his way to his dressing room when he saw CM Punk standing in the hallway talking to Kofi Kingston. He sneaked around the corner so that he was hiding behind a wall, anxiously awaiting for Punk to be alone.

About five minutes of impatiently waiting, Kofi left and Punk stood there alone. He was about to leave before Ambrose reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him behind the wall as well. It was dark and hidden, so no one could see them unless they were heading there themselves.

"What the fuck!?" Punk did not look happy. He was angry and he was about to take it out on a certain member of the Shield.

"Fuck? Is that what you want to do?" Dean was smiling and starting running his hand up and down Punk's side. Punk slapped it away and raised his fist, but Ambrose caught it and slammed Punk into the wall. "What's the matter, baby?"

"You! Get the fuck off me!" Punk tried to get out of his hold, but Ambrose held on way to tight.

"Then admit it."

"Admit what?" Punk stopped moving and looked into his eyes, just trying to get this over with so he could leave.

"That you want me." He licked his lips and pressed his entire body against Punk's. Punk let out a little moan when their groins brushed up against each others and immediately began to get hard. And he felt that Dean was already fully hard.

"I don't want you. So just leave me the fuck alone." Punk again tried to get out but that just pressed his groin harder against Dean's. This time Dean was the one who let out a moan as he started to grind up against Punk.

"Oh, yeah Punk. Just imagine if we weren't wearing any clothes." He squeezed his eyes shut and continued to grind against Punk. Punk was so hard he was starting to actually enjoy it. He shut his eyes and started to grind as well. But when he heard Dean moan again and realize he loosened his hold on him, Punk shot his eyes open and pushed him away.

Punk tried to make a quick exit, but Dean grabbed him by the shoulders and started to rub his cock against his ass. He moaned out again before screaming out. Punk elbowed him in the gut before running off. When Dean finally recovered, Punk was long gone.

Punk was in his dressing room and just got finished getting dressed when he heard a knock on the door. He went to the door and opened it just to try and close it again. But a foot got in the way, and Dean Ambrose let himself in. He shut the door behind him, and CM Punk was slowly backing away. "What part of 'leave me the fuck alone' do you not understand?"

"I would if you really meant it." He started to move towards Punk, and Punk was trying to back away before finally hitting the wall.

"Well I do mean it." But Punk didn't even believe himself. He felt the sexual tension in the room, and could tell that Dean felt it too. Ambrose finally caught up to Punk and pressed his body against his. Punk's eyes once again fluttered closed and Ambrose took full advantage of that. He leaned down and pressed his lips on Punk's neck, sucking on the sweet spot that made Punk moan out. Punk grabbed the back of his head and held him there, forcing him to continue what he was doing. Stop this, Punk. You don't want this. Oh, who am I kidding? Yes I do. NO! Snap out of it. Get him the fuck off of you. Punk finally came back to reality just as Dean was pulling up his shirt. Punk shoved his hands away and quickly grabbed his stuff leaving the dressing room entirely.

Dean Ambrose was left there completely stunned. He was letting me do it. Why did he leave? Fuck! I was so close.

At the hotel, Dean was sitting in his room with his head in his hands. Should I just give up? Obviously part of him doesn't want me. But then again, another part of him does. What do I do?

He was pulled from his thoughts when his fellow members of the Shield, Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins walked in. They noticed their friend looking distraught and both took a spot next to him on his bed, Seth on the left and Roman on the right.

"What is wrong with you? You have been mopey all week." Seth placed his hand on his shoulder, accounting back to last week when he was trying to figure out what was wrong with him when Dean was laying down.

"Nothing that you have to worry about guys." Neither Seth Rollins or Roman Reigns knows that he is gay. Nor do they know the fact that he is after one of the people they hate the most, CM Punk.

"Dean, we are your friends. Just let us help you. And don't make us beat it out of you." Roman Reigns was trying to lighten the mood all the while trying to make Dean Ambrose spill his guts.

"It's nothing. Just this person I like. I don't think they really like me back." Dean looked up at them, to see their reaction.

"Really? That's it? We are not in high school Dean. Just tell them how you feel." Roman was surprised that nothing but a crush was upsetting Dean.

"It may not seem like a big deal to you, but I really want this person." He once again put emphasis on the word 'person'.

"Well who is this person?" Seth mimicked the way Dean has been saying 'person' and made quotations with his fingers.

"Why would I tell you guys?" Dean once again placed his head in his hands, massaging his temples.

"Because maybe we could find out if they like you." Roman said that in a sarcastic, state of the obvious, kind of way.

"No way, but thanks though. I will find out myself." At that, Dean stood up and walked to the kitchen in the hotel room. He started rummaging through the fridge, looking for something to eat. Seth and Roman decided not to bug Dean anymore and quietly left the hotel room, giving him some space.

For the rest of the night, Dean just laid down in bed thinking about a certain straight-edge superstar.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Keep going." Punk was sucking on Dean's cock and he was taking the whole thing. And whenever he would come up for air, he would lick his shaft and suck on his balls. Dean was absolutely loving it. This is exactly what he has wanted for so long. This and possibly much much more. He pulled Punk up until his knees were on either side of his head and his cock was right in his face. Still laying on his back, he grabbed a hold of Punk's ass and shoved it toward his face, so that his cock would go in his mouth and all the way down his throat. "Oh fuck! Dean, that feels so good!" Punk started moving his hips, fucking his mouth...

Ambrose woke up the next morning full of sweat. When he stood up he noticed a huge wet spot by his groin and just sighed, he was hoping that wasn't a dream and he would wake up finding Punk right next to him. But of course not. Punk doesn't want me. Why would he want me when he could have anyone he wanted?

After showering, he came to the conclusion that he had to see Punk. He can't stand not seeing him and not being able to hold him, kiss him, and love him.

He went down to the receptionist and bribed her to give him Punk's room number. After a minute, she gave him the room number and he practically ran to the elevator. When the elevator finally opened onto his floor, he fast-walked to the room the receptionist gave him. He stood in front of the door for several minutes, trying to calm himself down and not act like a complete idiot.

After several minutes of second thoughts, he finally knocked on the door and it was opened moments later by a groggy and sleepy CM Punk. Holy Shit! He is so cute when he first wakes up in the morning. "Hey, Phil. Sorry to wake you."

"It's fine. But seriously, what do you want?" Punk was getting frustrated yet again. He feels like he is being stalked by Dean Ambrose.He really puts the 'hound' in 'Hounds of Justice'. He has already had some thoughts about getting a restraining order, but he knows he would never hear the end of it from Vince.

"I just need to talk to you, may I please come in?" Punk slowly and reluctantly opened the door wide enough so that Ambrose can come in. He closes the door and quickly turns to him. "I swear, if you try anything I will beat the shit out of you!" There was anger and seriousness in his tone.

Ambrose stepped back and held his hands up, signaling that he wouldn't try anything. "I won't. I promise." He already hated himself for making that promise. When he took his first full look of Punk, he was already starting to get a little horny. Nothing but briefs. Completely nude, aside from the briefs. And all Dean started to imagine was taking those off with his teeth. When Punk turned around, he quickly adjusted himself so that Punk wouldn't notice.

Punk walked back to his bed and sat back against the head board, pulling the covers up over his waist. "So? What do you want?"

You! Once again that same answer came to Dean's mind, but again held himself back from saying it. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out tonight?"

"No." That one word answer was a bullet to Dean's heart.

"How about tomorrow night?" He was getting desperate. The fact that he may never get with Punk was eating at him, and he did not like this feeling.

"No."

"Come on, Punk. It is just two friends hanging out, all innocent." He held up his hands once again for emphasis.

"So we are friends now?" Punk crossed his arms and looked up at him.

"Yup. So can we please hang out tonight?" Dean flashed a smile and puppy dog eyes at Punk and he couldn't help but to blush.

"Fine. What time and what are we doing?" Punk looked away, afraid that he was really going to regret this.

"How is six tonight? And we can go see a movie." He walked up to Punk and sat down on the bed next to him.

Punk scooted away so that Dean didn't get any misread vibes and try to start something. "Fine. See you then. Meet here."

Dean placed a hand on Punk's knee, and the second they made contact Punk flinched. There was once again so much electricity filling them both up. Punk quickly shook it off and laid down, sending a silent message that Dean can leave now.

"See you tonight" Dean left the room and all Punk did was nod. Did I just make a huge mistake? Is he going to try something? Punk was left with his thoughts until he dozed off again, waiting for six tonight where he will find out if he truly did make a mistake or not.

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading. I really hope you enjoy. Please review and let me know how this chapter was. :)