Disclaimer: It's just the same as the previous ones. Do I seriously need to repeat it?

As soon as Jeff left the parking lot, Punk turned to open the door only to find it already open and a stunned Colt Cabana staring at him with a stupid smirk on his face. But he was too… surprised to say anything just yet. He wasn't expecting Jeff to kiss him, true but what really caught him off guard was that he kissed back. Pushing past his friend, Punk went to sit on his designated bed, leaning up against the headboard all the night's events still fresh in his mind. It had been a simple date but it had also been fun. Jeff was so laid back about everything, not high maintenance in the least which is kind of what he expected from him, seeing as how Jeff was freaking loaded. Jeff didn't seem to let the money get to him though, which was nice. Many people became so focused on the money that they lost their passion for the business and it showed in the ring. Jeff would never be one of those people though.

"Earth to Punk. You hear me man?" Colt was waving his hand in front of his face trying to get his attention.

"What?" He asked pushing his friend's hand away.

"I asked how your date went." Colt plopped down on his bed and waited for an answer.

"It was fine." Was all Punk said as he tried to gather all his thoughts.

"So what after every date that's just 'fine' you let them kiss you at the door?" At that Punk's head shot up.

"You fuckin watched me? That's weird man, even for you." To be honest it actually annoyed him. He couldn't explain why but it did.

"Ah come on. Don't be like that, Phil. I was going to get a soda and when I opened the door you guys were standing there. Would have been rude for me to interrupt." Colt just smiled at Punk's 'Bullshit' then turned on the television watching whatever show he deemed fit. The 'second city saint' went over to his bag and pulled out a pair of gym short, which is what he usually wore to bed and headed for the shower. Turning the water on, he let it get hot as he stripped himself of his clothing then stepped in. The hot water assaulted his body making Punk shudder. As he stood there he once again thought back to his night with Jeff. Every time the slightly older man smiled it did something to Punk he couldn't explain. He found himself trying to make it happen more. And that voice, the southern drawl which he had never really liked before, attracted him for some reason. And that face with the high cheek bones, cute little nose and plush lips. But most of all these eyes. Jeff's eyes, which were only a few shades lighter than his own olive green, held so much… much. Fuck he wasn't sure what he saw in them. All he knew was that he wanted to keep seeing it. Sighing, Punk found himself getting hard at the image in his mind. He also found himself leading his hand down his body, stopping once getting to the base of his hardening dick.

"Fuck it…" he moaned as he grasped his cock and started pumping it.

Jeff smiled all the way home, locking his lips hoping to get some small taste of the man known as CM Punk on them. Once he got to his house he sat in his car for a few moments trying to gather his thoughts. Punk had asked him out again. Jeff was pulled out of his thoughts by his brother tapping on his car window. Motioning for Matt to back away, he opened the door and stepped out.

"Sup Jeffro?" that stupid nickname. As much as he hated it though he kind of liked it as well. It was something only his older brother called him and it would stay that way.

"Nothing much. What'd you need?" Matt shoved his hands in his pocket and shrugged.

"I didn't need anything. Just thought I'd come stop by? Met your friend, Bryan. He's cool. Told me you went on a date. I almost believed him too but then I remembered my baby bro doesn't go on dates." Jeff started walking to the front door of his trailer, Matt close behind.

"He wasn't lying, Matty. I went out with someone, big deal." The look on Matt's face was so priceless Jeff couldn't help but to laugh. His brother was right though, he never really did go out much. His schedule was too hectic and when he finally was home all he wanted to do was chill. Plus there wasn't really anyone he would consider date worthy. All his friends were straight and it wasn't like when you traveled for a living you could just go out and meet someone that easily.

"Okay who was he? Was he good to you?" Matt went full big brother mode and Jeff only gave him a look. About this time Danielson came out of the bathroom and asked how it went.

"Guys, it was fine. We had dinner then went to a movie." Jeff moved into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, Matt following him the entire way.

"Just dinner and a movie? That's kind of lame." Jeff scoffed. He hadn't thought their date was lame. It was cute and nice. He was in such a good mood though that he didn't even acknowledge what his brother had just said.

"So Punk didn't freak and just run?" Bryan just threw it out there like he had expected him too. Jeff gave him a look that basically told him to go fuck himself which only made the smaller man laugh.

"Wait wait wait…. His name is Punk? What kind of fucking name is Punk?" As much was Jeff loved his brother, sometimes he must wanted to hit Matt.

"It's just a stage name, but apparently he doesn't like his real one? I don't know why?" He'd have to bring it up next time, because if they started something… something more than friendship, he didn't want to call him Punk all the time. He wanted something personal that no one or at least a select group of people were allowed.

"A stage name? Fuck, Jeff don't tell me he's a stripper." Jeff actually laughed at the mental image he got of Punk actually on stage with music playing and taking his clothes off while dancing. Bryan who had been taking a drink of water, spit it out then started laughing along with him, even though Jeff doubted he had the same image.

"No, Matty, he's not a stripper. He works with Bryan in ROH. I met him last night while I was there and he asked me out." Now that he thought about it, it was kind of a whirlwind thing. Most people at least wait a few days before actually going on a date after meeting.

"Goddammit Jeffro….how the hell would that relationship work out?" Matt sighed in what seemed like annoyance which confused the youngest brother. Why would it matter if they were both wrestlers?

"You and Amy seem to do just fine together. Why would it be any different for me and Punk if we did decide to date?" Jeff asked angrily.

"Because we work in the same fucking company and have the same travel schedules! Think about it Jeff, how much time would you actually be spending face to face with this guy?" Danielson faded out from the room as the two brothers started fighting, obviously uncomfortable at the whole situation. Honestly though he hadn't really thought about all of that. Hell he hadn't even thought past the second date, which would be god knows when because of their schedules. Jeff would never admit that to Matt though.

"Just worry about your own life okay?! I can handle mine!" Even though it was his house Jeff stomped out of the house slamming the door and heading out to his motocross track. Any time he needed to let out some pent up frustration, this was his escape.

By the time Punk came out of the bathroom, Colt was already asleep which meant there would be no worries about why he was in the shower for so long. For course his friend might not have even had to ask at all since he knew Punk well enough to know he never took that long of a shower. Smiling to himself, Punk grabbed the Thor comic from his bag then sat down on the bed, using the lamp on the bed side table as his reading light. He couldn't quite get into it though. The more he tried the more he just thought about what Jeff might be doing right then. Punk had never felt like this about anyone and it was sort of weird to him. Especially since it was so soon after he had met the guy. Guy, another weird concept for him. Not once in his entire life had he ever thought of another man as anything more than a friend. Sighing he flopped his comic book down on the table and shut off the light. With his mind running like this there was no way he'd be able to concentrate on what he was reading, hell he probably wouldn't be able to sleep either but he had to, try something to get his mind off the strangely attractive male he had been with earlier that evening.

-In the Morning

Punk woke up from the little sleep he had actually gotten when he heard a loud bang coming from the hotel bathroom. Well Colt was definitely up. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, Punk sat up and rubbed a hand across his face and to the back of his neck. He had tossed and turned all night, waking from dreams he had of the Charismatic Enigma and damn were they good dreams. Or at least they were getting good. Every time they would start getting close in the dream he would wake up, leaving him annoyed and with a semi-hard dick. Just as he stood from the bed and grabbed clothes from his bag to get dressed., his friend emerged from the bathroom who, when he saw Punk, smiled.

"What the hell are you smiling about? It six in the morning." Punk snarled while slipping a shirt on over his head. He was too lazy to change the shorts he wore. Everyone was going to meet back up at the arena to ride to their next event together and if they weren't there on time then they would get left behind….again.

"Sleep well last night?" Colt asked, still with the smirk on his face. Punk was gathering up his things when asked this and at the question he stopped dead in his tracks. The nay reason Cabana would be even asking something like that was because he knew the answer.

"Look I'm too tired to play your games, Colt. Can you just not?"

"I'd be tired too if I was on and off all night because of some sex dreams." He laughed while starting to pack his own belongings.

"How do you know I was having dreams about sex? They could have been just regular old dreams." He tried to play it cool, like Colt was just fishing.

"Oh god…fuck yes…Jeff!" He tried moaning sexually while Punk chucked a shoe at him. This was not happening, this wasn't fucking happening. It wasn't that he was embarrassed he had a sex dream about a guy. He was embarrassed that his best friend had heard the dream. Well one side of it at least.

"We're never going to talk about this again." Punk said it as if it was the final word but even he knew Colt would never let him live it down.

When all their stuff was packed and they were ready to go, he and Colt grabbed a taxi and headed back to Halton Arena at the University of North Carolina. By the time they pulled up only about half the guys were really there.

"Hey Punk!" he heard fellow wrestler Jason Spence call out to him.

"Sup?" He asked while putting his things in the back of the van.

"Do you know where Danielson is? We asked Devine but he said he had opted with staying someplace else." Punk nodded while York was finishing his sentence.

"Yeah he's staying with a friend. I know he'll be here though. He's got no other way to the show in Virginia. Where's the rest of the guys though?" it didn't escape his notice that the other two vans weren't there when he pulled up.

"Oh they got tired of waiting and left already and Rebecca went to the bathroom." Just as he said that Becky came prancing out of the arena and headed towards them. Her eyes didn't leave him though. When she reached them she threw her arms around Punk and hugged him.

"Yay you're here." She all but squealed. He knew she had a thing for him but after he had refused her so many times he figured she's have gotten the hint. Apparently he was going to have to draw her a picture. Punk kept his arms by his side the entire time but she kept holding onto him, so grasping her upper arms gently he pulled her away. Just in time too because out of the corner of his eye he saw a familiar black car pulling up. Immediately he felt his heart do a little jump in his chest and it felt like his stomach was about to fall out. As Danielson got out and headed to the trunk of his car he saw Jeff so the same, but not before making sure to get his attention. Punk made his way to the car eventually trying to be nonchalant about it, and helped Bryan, even though none was really needed.

"Hi." Jeff greeted him with a smile when he reached the trunk.

"Hey." Punk couldn't help but to smile back. Jeff's was so contagious that he felt it would be wrong not to smile back.

"So..um..here." Jeff held out a piece of paper and when Punk looked down at it he read a bunch of cities and dates but only one was highlighted.

"That's my touring schedule. We only go through Chicago once but we get to spend a few days there before we have to get to the next venue in Ohio. I figured maybe, if you aren't busy or anything we could have that second date, if you still want to." Jeff was so damn cute right now. Punk wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss those soft plush lips of his but he knew he probably shouldn't, not with his co-workers right there.

"Jeff… I'd like that." There was the smile again and before he shut the trunk, Jeff grazed his hand a bit knowing that was the only public affection he could give at the moment. The youngest Hardy wasn't stupid, he knew some of Punk's fellow wrestlers watch Raw and/or Smackdown so it wasn't like he could just come out and kiss him. That would probably cause a huge upset in the professional wrestling world. He watched as Jeff left then got on the van, headed for their next destination and was much as he loved his job, he couldn't wait for when he would get to be home…because that meant he'd get to see Jeff again. And this time, he wouldn't only be dreaming what it felt like to be with him.

A/N: Alright guys there's chapter three. I hope I didn't disappoint and I promise you will NOT want to miss the next chapter. Reviews are welcome and I want to thank TayTay for her undying support.

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Wondercake