A/N: Wow! So, I do realize that it has been a really long time since I updated. I have been working 12 hour days and I just moved so I have had no time to write. I was going to just stop writing all together, but I recently changed my mind. So, here is Chapter 19 if anyone is still interested. Sorry for the long wait.

Chapter 19

Dean sat in his bed in the middle of the day, something he thought he would never do in a million years. But he just doesn't feel the motivation to do much anymore. He has been replaying what happened with Punk in his head over and over again. He has lost count on how many times he has just sat there, trying to figure out what has gotten into Punk. But just like every other time he tried to figure it out, he couldn't think of what it is. He picked up his phone and dialed Punk's number. He has tried calling him countless times, but there has never been an answer. He only got his voice mail. He figured he will just have to have a little conversation with him tomorrow night on Raw. If things are really going to end between him and Punk, he needs to know why. He deserves to know why.

And he doesn't even know how to go about talking to him. What can he say to Punk that will make him spill his guts? Punk is the type of person that when his mind is made, it is made without any chance of changing it. And he seemed like there was absolutely no way he would ever tell Dean what happened to him or why he is so keen on ending it. But he needs to think of something. He has to think of something, or else he just may end up going crazy.

He needed to get out and clear his mind. So he texted his two best friends, Roman and Seth, telling them he is going to the bar down the street if they want to go. He left that instant and when he got to the bar, he ordered a shot and downed it the second it was handed to him. And not to much later, Roman and Seth walked in patting him on the back. They saw just how much of a mess Dean was. They hated themselves for it, but were content in the fact that Dean will soon be with Seth. Seth liked that idea. Roman, on the other hand, didn't know how he felt about it yet. He wants Seth to be happy, but he also wants Seth to be happy with him. But if he can't have it both ways, he will have to settle with Seth's choice.

They went about the night drinking and having fun. Dean's mind was taken off of his dilemma after about the sixth shot. He was well wasted and having a blast. Seth was wasted as well, grinding up on Dean and not leaving him alone for even a second. They only sober one was Roman, who just sat up at the bar sipping on some soda while watching his two best friends grinding up on each other.

The night kept moving along and soon enough, Roman was carrying both Dean and Seth over his shoulders out to the car. He drove them back to the hotel and carried them up to his room. And when he laid them on the bed, he realized they were both still away. Seth climbed onto Dean and started grinding his ass against his cock. Roman couldn't help but get hard watching this scene in front of him. Seth leaned down and attacked Dean's lips. And Dean was so far gone that he kissed back, dry humping Seth like a wild animal. Seth then collapsed next to Dean on the bed and before Roman even knew it they were both passed out. He saw that they were both still hard and couldn't help himself when he walked over and grabbed them. He just moaned out at the feeling of their cocks in his hands and walked over to his bed and laid down, wishing that Seth was wanting to be in bed with him more so then with Dean.

The Next Morning:

Dean awoke the next morning and rubbed his eyes. He sat up and noticed he had an enormous head ache. He couldn't remember anything that happened the night before. He felt movement next to him and looked over to see Seth still passed out. He started to freak out. Did I sleep with Seth last night? This wouldn't help my cause any with Punk. Punk. CM Punk. Dean finally remembered everything that happened. How Punk had ended things so abruptly. How he has been so miserable ever since. How the only thing he wants in life is to hold Punk in his arms and make him as happy as he could.

He got out of bed and found Roman sitting on his bed, just looking at Dean. "What happened last night?" Dean asked, his voice very hoarse.

"Nothing, really. You both got wasted and I carried you guys home, laid you in bed, and you both just passed out." Roman replied, steel-toned.

"Oh, good. I was thinking that I slept with Seth." Dean chuckled, not sure how that would sound to Roman.

"You almost did. You guys starting going at it, but then you both passed out." Roman laid down, trying to relax as much as possible before the show tonight.

"Well, thank god we didn't. That would have been bad." Dean walked to the bathroom and Roman looked over at a sleep Seth. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Roman would give anything to lay down right next to him and pull him into his arms.

Dean washed up and just looked in the mirror. He was a mess. He needed to get himself together. He finished washing up and heading up to his own hotel room, getting ready for the show that night.

Monday Night Raw:

Dean was in the Shield's locker room. He just finished getting ready for the show, so he decided it was time to see Punk. He didn't want Seth or Roman to know where he was going so that Seth doesn't get jealous. He told them he needed to talk to Vince about something, so he left and started looking for Punk's locker room. It wasn't too hard too find. He knocked lightly and impatiently waited for an answer. And when Punk did answer, he just forced his way in. He knew he would have to the second he saw the look on Punk's face.

"What do you want, Dean?" Punk asked, angry.

"You!" Dean attacked Punk's lips and pushed him up against the door. He peeled off Punk's jacket and attacked his neck, then nipples. Punk moaned out at the feeling. They both stripped until they stood completely nude and Dean got on his knees, grabbing Punk's cock. He didn't bother wasting any time with teasing. He immediately engulfed the entire thing, deep throating it like a champ.

Punk moaned out softly. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, and he needs to tell Dean that it is over. For good. But when he kissed him, he knew he wouldn't be able to. He grabbed the back of his head and forced Dean to take the whole thing, making him gag. He couldn't take it anymore. He forced Dean to stand, turned him around and bent him over. Dean looked confused but Punk didn't even care. He was going to fuck him this time. And he knew Dean wouldn't object because it's better then not having Punk at all.

He grabbed some lube out of his bag and rubbed some all over his length. And without any warning, he pushed balls deep inside of Dean. Dean screamed out at the intrusion, but it was a good kind of pain. He dealt with Punk's pounding until there was nothing left but pleasure. He pushed back onto Punk's cock until he pulled out, resulting in a whine.

He laid down on the ground and pointed his length straight up into the air. Dean lowered himself onto it and rode him like he would never be able to do this again. Punk's eyes rolled to the back of his head from all the pleasure that was coursing its way through his body. His end was coming, and he could tell Dean's was too. Dean moaned out loudly as he exploded all over Punk's stomach. Punk's face was frozen in pleasure as Dean's muscles clenched around his cock and he started to thrust up into that tight heat until he released himself inside of him.

Dean collapsed next to him and pulled him in for a kiss. "You can never again tell me you don't have feelings for me." Dean smiled, thinking that he may just have Punk after all.

'Shit. I am screwed.' That is the only thing that came to Punk's mind when he knew that Roman and Seth would most likely find out about this.

A/N: So? How was it? The next update will be ALOT sooner. Let me know how this chapter was, and if anyone is still interested in this story. Thank you for reading and please REVIEW!