Disclaimer: Once again I own no one. This is a Junk fan pic, meaning CM Punk and Jeff Hardy. It is a SLASH! Fair warning, although it probably won't show up in this chapter.
Jeff was rummaging through his closet when he heard someone enter his room, turning he saw Bryan.
"Good I need your help. He didn't say where we were going so I don't know what to wear. What do you think?" He asked his friend holding up a black button up in one hand and a light grayish-purple vneck. Danielson looked at him before laughing and shaking his head.
"Do I look like the sort of person you should ask for fashion advice?" He did have a point. The smaller man mostly wore flannel and jeans. Blowing out a breath he just settled on the vneck and a pair of jeans that didn't have paint on them which was easier said than done. Jeff wasn't known for being careful in what he wore when he painted. Whenever the mood hit him he would just go and paint splattered jeans he was sporting into a nicer pair, dark blue without any holes or paint marring them then slipped the shirt he had chosen on over his head.
"So what's his real name?" Jeff asked while going back out into his bedroom. Surely CM Punk was just a stage name, not that he disliked it or anything.
"It's Phil… Phil Brooks. But don't call him that he doesn't really like it." Bryan was now playing with some ball he had found while The Charismatic Enigma was shuffling about the room finishing getting ready.
"Okay are there any other dislikes I should know about?" Jeff pulled his hair into a messy bun while asking this question. He didn't want to do something that would offend his date tonight.
"Um… he doesn't like coke products and he's straight-edge meaning he doesn't drink, smoke or do drugs. Really I'm not the best person to ask, I don't know him all that well. We've hung out a few times with other guys but I never really gotten into an in depth conversation with him." Jeff understood that, after almost ten years in the business he only knew a handful of the guys on the roster on a personal basis. The whole straight-edge thing kind of shocked him though, he didn't really peg Punk as one of those guys. Would he get offended if Jeff had a drink with dinner tonight? Thinking it over he thought he just better not that way he wouldn't have to find out the answer to that question. Looking at the clock he realized that if he didn't get going now then he might be late. Sliding on his Converse that he just bought, again because of the whole paint covered things, he told Bryan to just make himself at home and he'd be back later before grabbing the keys to his corvette and heading out the door.
Punk was pacing back and forth in his hotel room. Why was he so damn nervous?! He had made up his mind in the shower last night that he wasn't going to let this get to him. He was going to go on this date and be the calm, cool and dominating presence he always was when it came to dating.
"Dude chill out. Everything going to be fine, it's just like every other date you've ever had except well this time it's a guy." Colt had been watching him for the past hour but this is the first time he had said anything about his behavior. Punk stopped pacing and turned to face his friend.
"I don't even know if he agreed. I just told him then left. What if he doesn't show up?" Which was getting more likely by the second. It was almost seven and there was no sign of Jeff Hardy. Sure he hadn't told him which room he was in but Punk had the curtains open and last night he had seen what type of car Jeff drove so since his room was facing the only way to get into the parking lot he knew he'd see him.
"Don't' worry he's coming." Cabana said confidently and when asked how he knew he just replied that no one hits on someone if they aren't interested. Well he had a point. Just as he looked back out the window he saw the same black Corvette from last night pull in. It stopped in front or the lobby and he watched as Jeff exited the car. He was dressed much better than Punk who wore a Ramones shirt and a pair of jeans that had holes in both knees.
"See told you. Now are you just going to stand there or are you going out with him." Colt stood from his spot on the bed and pushed Punk towards the door. Turning back to glare at his friend he took a deep breath and opened it, just as Jeff was about to open the glass door leading into the small lobby Punk called out to him.
"Hey Jeff." The blonde and blue haired man turned his head and smiled walking towards the 'second city saint' who couldn't help but to smile back.
"Hi." There it was. That southern drawl that for some reason turned Punk on so much.
"Sorry I guess I forgot to tell you which room last night." He apologized to which Jeff told him it was okay.
"We should probably get going huh?" Punk nervously chuckled only to gain another one of those breathtaking smiles from his date. He opened the driver's side door for Jeff who tossed him the keys from where he was standing on the passenger's side.
"You can drive." He told a stunned Punk while getting into the car. There was no way this was happening. A person didn't just hand the keys to their car, much less a Corvette to a complete stranger and trust them to drive it. Bending door he peeked his head in the door.
"I can't drive this." He told Jeff who only looked at him in amusement.
"What don't have a driver's license?" The older man asked.
"No it's not that it's just.."
"Good then you can drive it. Don't be scared it may have a lot of power but it won't bite." Sighing in defeat Punk got in and turned the car over, smiling at the sound of the engine.
"It suits you, ya know." Jeff told him as he started driving down the main road.
"What does?"
"The car." He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world but he was telling the truth. Punk looked damn good behind the wheel. The slightly younger male didn't have a reply to that so Jeff decided to move the conversation.
"So where are we going?" he asked stealing a glance at punk before looking out his window. Even though he wasn't in the most high class clothes, Punk made what he wore look sexy. Jeff was pretty sure he could make a damn trash bag look sexy. He hadn't realized he was staring until he heard a sort of uncomfortable noise escape Punk. Jeff only rolled his eyes though.
"What no one's ever stared at you?" Phil only shook his head.
"Well that's a surprise." Jeff only mumbled it so he wasn't sure if his date had heard him but by the slight smirk on his face he had. Good. At least now he knew for sure that Jeff found him attractive, not that he had tried to hide it anyway.
"So are you going to answer my question?" The Rainbow Haired Warrior wasn't normally the type of person to ruin a surprise but he needed some sort of conversation starter. Punk was only talking when engaged and even then he only stuck to the bare minimum. It was actually starting to annoy Jeff even though he tried not to show it. No need to chase this one off on the first date.
"Would you kill me if I'm not sure?" Ooh spur of the moment thing, Jeff loved living in the moment. He smiled and shook his head gaining what sounded like a sigh of relief from Punk.
"Good because I really have no clue. It was so late last night when got back that I didn't really check out the town or anything. You wouldn't happen to know any place that has anything vegetarian on the menu would you?" He was a vegetarian? Well that would be a new one for Jeff. Oddly enough though he did know one place that would for sure have just what Punk wanted. It wasn't exactly where he thought they would be going on a date but it actually didn't bug Jeff at all.
"Yeah I know one place that has a few things you'd might eat. You're gonna want to take the next left though."
Punk followed his directions to the t and arrived at a little place called Zizi's Awesome Vegan to go. It was a little restaurant in a strip mall. Looking over to the man he was taking on a date he silently sighed. This wasn't really the sort of place someone usually goes on a first date. In fact it looked like a place some college students came to eat lunch between classes a lot. Jeff reached over and turned the engine off after Punk just sat there leaving the car in idle.
"I'm sorry. I know this probably isn't what you expected. I'm not really good at this sort of thing." Punk didn't move to face Jeff. He sat still, his hands still on the wheel. Out of his peripheral he saw Jeff turn towards him as much as he could in the small car.
"Do you think I agreed to go out with you because I thought you were taking me to some fancy five star restaurant? I'm a very simple guy, Punk, I don't need a lot of stuff to make me happy. I agreed to go out with you because you're…. unique." Punk looked at him in what could only be explained as confusion. Him, unique? Jeff must have noticed because he further elaborated while reaching out to take the 'second city saint's' hand.
"You know how many guys, who had no prior inkling that they might like the same gender, just walk up to another man and ask them out? Probably none. Yet you did just that. You felt some, what attraction to me, and went with it. You followed your gut even though you had no idea what you were doing. I thought it was cute when you must blurted something stupid out because you were caught staring at me. And it took a lot of guts to just ask me out like that. Hell I am gay and I don't just walk up to someone and ask them out like you did me." Punk smirked at Jeff's last comment. He was probably only trying to make him feel better about the whole thing and oddly enough it worked.
"I suppose we should go in huh? How do you know about this place anyway, you a vegan?" Jeff seemed amused at his question as they walked inside and sat down at a table.
"No I'm not but every once and a while I get on a healthy binge and I've been here a couple of times. Even drug Matt down here once he only complained the whole time though, kept asking the waitress where the meat was." Jeff laughed at the memory and Punk couldn't help but to join him.
"So do I get to know anything an out you or are you one of those 'there's nothing to know' type of guys?" It was asked after the waitress came back with their drinks, took their order than left again. He thought about it for a while because he really was one of those guys. Not because he just didn't want to tell anyone but because his life wasn't all that interesting.
"There isn't really much to tell though. I just guy from Chicago that wants nothing more than to wrestle." He said it with a shrug of his shoulders than took a drink of his Pepsi, receiving a 'really' look from the man across the table.
"Everyone has a story. I'm not telling you that you need to spill it to me tonight but give me something more than that. Real name, maybe. Favorite hobbies, show… anything." Punk blew out a breath looking into eyes that were only a few shades lighter than his own olive green ones. No one had ever really been that interested in him to ask his favorite anything.
"Alright my real name is Phillip… but please, don't call me that. I'm sort of a huge… nerd I guess. I have a collection of comic books that I've probably read a hundred times over and I'm not really home much to watch TV and even if I was improbably couldn't afford cable anyway. I'm a huge fan of ink. I actually thought about becoming a tattoo artist if wrestling didn't work out, problem is I can't really draw. What about you?" He really did go through the short list of his favorite things and wanted to know about Jeff.
He really knew how to turn the conversation around to get the topic off him. It was a start though and Jeff would take what he could get. Jeff ran a hand through his recently cut hair before answering Punks question.
"Mmm let's see….I don't really watch television either, too busy. Um, I'm big into music and art. When I actually get a break and just get to be at home I tend to just lock myself in my house and either paint or make alumanummies. I know it sounds silly but its calming to me. Sort of like my escape from reality. I motocross on occasion, even built my own track in my backyard. Good thing about living in the country, I guess." He didn't say anything about his career because it was common knowledge. If anyone wanted to know anything about him all they had to do was google his name. Sometimes he wished he wasn't 'famous'. It was called a private life for a reason. By some huge miracle though no one besides a few friends and his family knew he was gay, and to be honest he'd prefer to keep it that way. He didn't need any critics or haters ruining his life. Jeff was spared having to reveal any more about himself when the waitress came with their food. That didn't stop punk though, who asked another question after swallowing his first bite of food.
"What the hell is an alumanummie?" Jeff couldn't help but to laugh a little bit. Of course that's what he would get out of that whole thing.
"Well I make them out of like old milk jugs or other things around the house then I cover them in tin foil. Their like sculptures." He said before taking another bite.
"I'd like to see those some time." It was said in such a nonchalant way that Jeff though he hadn't heard him correctly. In fact he a sure he had heard him wrong until Punk spoke again.
"I mean if that's okay." Jeff just nodded as an answer. No one had really asked to see anything he did, well, except for Matt and even then he was only being nice. Jeff just continued eating leaving only an awkward silence which Punk soon filled.
"So what do you wanna do after this?" Jeff smiled lightly into his sandwich, Punk really didn't plan anything out for them tonight did he? This was definitely the most interesting date he'd ever been on, at least it was the most spontaneous. Shrugging, because he really didn't care what they did, he finished his food and looked up at Punk through his lashes.
Well that didn't get them very far. Of course if Punk had planned this out a little better he wouldn't have had to ask Jeff what he wanted to do. He thought about it a little bit then taking the last bite of his veggie burger he had it. There had been a movie he had been wanting to see but hadn't had the time really.
"Well we can watch a movie. Spiderman just came out." He was actually surprised when Jeff agreed. Punk paid for their food, even though Jeff had told him he had no problem paying, and they headed to the theater.
"Oh here's your keys." He tried handing them back, thinking that maybe it was just a onetime thing. Jeff just shook his head telling him that he could continue driving.
"I don't know where I'm going though."
"Good thing I'm here." Came Jeff's smart ass reply before he smiled and got in on the passenger's side again. No one ever really talked to him like that but it was actually kind of nice to have someone on his level of witty and sarcastic remarks. Colt who was his longtime friend didn't even talk to him like that. Smiling to himself he got in the car again and followed Jeff's directions once more.
When he got out of the car he heard Jeff just burst out laughing. Confused he turned around only to see Jeff still by the car leaning up against the back.
"What?" He asked just as Jeff started to calm down a bit. Jeff shook his head furiously obviously trying his hardest to keep his laughter in check.
"Nothing it just… you look shady enough to have stolen this car is all." Punk looked back at the black Corvette, at Jeff, down at himself, then back to Jeff.
"You look pretty fuckin shady yourself. If anything it looks like we stole this damn car." He wasn't mad or anything because he had to admit it was pretty funny but he and Jeff weren't really that different in their styles. In fact he was pretty sure that Jeff might have the same shirt he was wearing in his fucking closet. When Punk said that Jeff looked down at himself which started another round of laughter, this time with Punk joining him.
"Let's just go watch this damn movie." Punk said still kind of smiling from their laughing fit. Without realizing it he just grabbed Jeff's hand and walked up to the window. When they got there and he told the woman behind the window what they wanted she just stared. Not at him though, no she was staring at Jeff, almost in awe.
"You're…you're Jeff hardy. Ohmygod! I can't believe Jeff hardy is at my window!" She squealed and jumped up and down like a school girl who just won homecoming. He could tell Jeff was getting a little uncomfortable, which he thought was weird. Jeff was famous, didn't he like all the attention he got? Before they ended up getting their tickets Jeff had to sign something for the girl and when he did Punk just watched him, with his head tilted to the side a bit.
"What the fuck is that? That is in no way a j, I mean I kind of see the h. Is this what they teach you in school in North Carolina?" He couldn't help it, his mouth literally had no filter. Jeff smirked but the girl behind the window almost had a coronary.
"What the fuck is your problem? Jeff is a fucking god!" Okay shit just went to a whole new level.
"Okay and you're crazy-" Before he could finish Jeff grabbed his sum and pulled him inside so he didn't insult the crazy fan. Since they already had dinner, they skipped the concession line and ended up getting some of the best seats. When he sat down he crisps crossed his legs under him then looked over to see Jeff just staring.
"If you sit like a child I don't even want to hear anything about my handwriting." Jeff wasn't really being serious because it was kind of adorable how he sat but if Punk could poke fun at him then he figured he could poke fun back.
"Hey I'm gonna go get us something to drink. I'll be right back." Before Punk could say anything he got up and walked away from his, let's face it, hot date. In his opinion Punk was the hottest person he had ever went out with. Since he knew Punk didn't like coke he walked straight out of the theater and to the convince store across the street that he had seen when they pulled in. Time was mi d of important though so he quickly sprinted over, went inside grabbed two cans of Pepsi, because it was easier to sneak cans in rather than bottles, and headed back to the theater trying not to shake the soda up too much. When he got back to his seat ignored Punk's obvious glance of confusion while trying to catch his breath.
"Sorry..a little winded. Here." He handed off the can of soda to the younger male.
"How'd you get this? When we walked I. I saw that they only had coke products." Confusion. Had filled his voice again. Jeff was starting to think that he stayed confused.
"I went over to that convenience store across the street." He shrugged thinking it wasn't really that big of a deal.
"Thanks." Punk smiled at him. Jeff couldn't quite place the look he was receiving from the blonde haired man next to him but instead of worrying about it he just rested his head on Punk's shoulder when the lights dimmed and the movie started.
―After the movie
By the time the movie was over the two had ended up holding hands again and Jeff had to admit it felt right. It just felt so natural with Punk. This time when they got to the car Punk didn't complain about driving instead he just got in and headed for the hotel. The ride there was filled with conversation, mostly contributed to by the 'nerd', as Punk had called himself. He was talking abut the parts he liked and the parts that were completely different from the comics.
"I mean yeah they can't really get the two different Spiderman comics into a two and a half hour movie but at least stick to one. And what the hell was the whole web shooting out from his hands thing? He fuckin used web cartridges that he made!" Punk was actually kind of mad which Jeff thought was actually kind of cute. He probably underestimated him when he said he had a collection of comic books but now Jeff could actually picture Punk just sitting around his house or whatever surrounded by piles of them. They were now standing in front of Punk's room door and Punk was just playing with Jeff's keys in his hands.
"Oh here." Punk said as he handed them back to Jeff.
"I..uh..I'm sorry I didn't plan today better." His hand ran through his hair in what seemed like a nervous habit.
"That's okay, I had fun." Jeff bit his lip and he watched as Punk's eyes followed the movement.
"Well maybe next time I'm in town or if you're ever in Chicago and I'm home for a bit we could… we could go out again." He ran another hand through his shaggy blonde hair and this time Jeff just made the first move. Leaning in he softly brushed his lips across Punk's. At first Punk didn't respond but Jeff soon felt movement under his own lips and smiled against Punk before pulling back.
"It's a date." Jeff turned around to feta back to his 'Vette, only glancing over his shoulder once to see a still sort of shocked Punk standing by his door. He couldn't wait for their next date.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to get the second chapter up guys and sorry that there's no smut…. At least not yet. I wanted to start this off nice and sweet. Anyway I hoped you enjoyed it and please leave a review to let me know what you think. They're always welcomed with me.
With love,
Wondercake.