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Jeff checked his email for the third time that day, hoping to see a message from someone. Not just any someone though, no he wanted to see an email from Punk. He arrived in Chicago literally an hour ago and had only checked into the hotel. At the moment he was sitting at the desk that accompanied the room and was on the computer, cursing at his empty inbox.

"Chillax baby bro. Maybe he's not around a computer." His brother Matt had been annoying him about this whole situation and he joked about it constantly. He didn't understand how Jeff felt about the 'straight-edge' man. Hell Jeff himself didn't understand it but he wasn't going to question it either. If there was one thing he learned in his short 25 years of life, it was just that. Life was short. Sighing, Jeff stood up only to go and plop back down on one of the full sized beds in the room he shared with not only his brother but his brother's girlfriend, Lita, as well. The three were considered inseparable and yeah Jeff liked Amy and all but no one should have to room with a couple. It was just… awkward. When Lita walked out of the bathroom, she sat down next to where he was laying and started playing, somewhat motherly like with his finally natural hair. Once the blue he had in his hair had faded out he had decided to just leave it its natural color, at least for a while. It was however recently cut. It was short in the back with some length near the front. He was never a normal hair type of guy.

"Don't you have a match tonight that you need to prepare for anyway?" Leave it to Matt to bring up work. Sure he had yet another match against Raven but it wasn't anything he needed to run beforehand or treat special. He and Raven had a good chemistry in the ring and just let things flow naturally when they were in the squared circle together. Rolling his eyes, Jeff continued to just lie there. He still had a few hours before he even needed to be at the arena so maybe he could just take a nap. Lita's fingers were still running through his short hair as he started to drift off.

Punk was hoping he'd make it back in time for tonight's Raw. Jeff had emailed him a few days ago that he would be leaving a few tickets and a backstage pass for him and whoever he wanted to bring for that Monday's show. Of course he had decided on just bringing Colt, no need to mooch that much but lately it had seemed like it would take a freaking miracle just to get there. He had asked the promoters of ROH for a week off so he could just rest and relax at his Chicago home. Little did they know he just wanted off so he could go on that second date with Jeff. It had been at least a month and a half since they had first went out and even though he never missed an episode of Raw, which his friend made fun of him for, he still wanted nothing more than to see the 'rainbow haired warrior'. Punk did notice that his hair was more blonde than anything lately, making that nickname kind of obsolete. As soon as he saw the Chicago city limit sign, Punk asked Colt to drive faster.

"Calm down we're already late what's ten more minutes gonna hurt?" Colt was right, they had already missed about twenty five minutes of the show but he'd rather not miss Jeff's match. His friend didn't speed up though even when Punk called him a grandma. Instead Cabana just chuckled and shook his head.

"What?" The 'second city saint' asked knowing there had to be some hidden meaning.

"Nothing, you're just acting like a schoolgirl is all. " Punk glared at his so called friend which only made Colt laugh. CM Punk was not acting like a schoolgirl. So what if he wanted to watch his… his… his what? They weren't dating so he couldn't call Jeff his boyfriend. Or were they? Would going on one date then planning another be considered dating? Honestly he didn't know the answer to his own question. The thought of him being able to call Jeff Hardy his boyfriend made him smile though. It would be nice to have someone like that in his life. As soon as that thought crossed his mind the car came to a stop. They couldn't be there yet could they? He hadn't really been paying attention to the road ahead. Looking back up through the windshield he saw the United Center and smiled for probably the hundredth time that night and it was all because of Jeff. When the car was officially parked Punk immediately made his way to the box office. He tapped on the glass when the girl behind it didn't even acknowledge his existence. The girl, which he assumed to be in her late teens, just rolled her eyes before putting her book down and speaking into the mic.

"Can't you read? We're sold out." She looked at him like he was stupid while pointing to the sign on the window that clearly stated Sold Out.

"No yeah I see that, thing is some tickets were left to me here by a friend." The girl rolled her eyes again before rummaging around the small box.

"Are you… Punk?" She asked reading the name on the envelope and when he nodded she pushed it through the small opening at the bottom of the window. Thanking the girl, Punk made his way inside and headed towards the backstage area. When he got there he barely had to flash his pass before the security guards ushered him through. Gee what great security. The first thing he noticed was that backstage here was a lot busier than backstage at ROH events. There were caterers, seamstresses, numerous physicians and a ton of other people that worked with the WWE plus the event staff from the arena.

"Do you know where we're going?" Colt asked and sighed when receiving a shake of the head from Punk. How was he supposed to know which door would lead to Jeff's locker room? If he had a private one that was. Chances are he probably just changed in the general locker room with all the other non-champion wrestlers. It wasn't long after he and Colt had started roaming around when someone came up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him. Turning around and hoping it was Jeff, Punk instead saw the older Hardy brother.

"You must be Punk, gotta say my brother has been looking forward to you coming here tonight. Although for a while I thought you were gonna be a no show which would have disappointed him and then it would have just made me angry." Punk was a little intimidated by Matt but even more worried that he had singled him out as the person Jeff had obviously been talking about. Before Punk could even reply to anything a red haired female came over and wrapped herself around the darker Hardy.

"Matt stop being rude." She said before turning her attention to him.

"Hi, I'm Amy and this, of course, is Matt. You're Jeff's… friend?" She asked it as nicely as she could seeing as how there wasn't a title for him and Jeff. The first thing he thought of was that Matt and Amy were like the mom and dad meeting the daughter's boyfriend for the first time.

"Yeah. I'm Punk and this is my friend Colt." He used their ring names mainly because he hated Phil and Colt hated Scott. Most of the time, except for when they were angry with each other, they just called each other by their ring names anyway so it was just fitting for other people to as well.

"Punk you're real name?" There was big brother putting on the father role again, gaining a look of annoyance from Lita making Punk chuckle.

"No. My real name is Phil but I'd rather you call me Punk." Matt nodded slowly while kind of glaring at the younger male. Amy, trying to make the situation a little less awkward for everyone then spoke up asking if they wanted to go watch Jeff's match from the gorilla. Shrugging and throwing in a 'why not', Punks and Colt followed the couple.

Jeff had just lost his match against Raven and the two 'weirdest people' of the WWE walked up the ramp just as it cut to commercial. From their intense rivalry in the ring no one would ever guess they were actually pretty good friends. If you could call having a decent conversation over a drink or two good friends. Surprisingly though Jeff was the only one to have even that little personal time with the 38 year old.

"Till next time kid." Raven clapped him on the shoulder then went his separate way leaving Jeff to walk the rest of the way to gorilla himself. When Jeff stepped past the final curtain to where he knew Matt and Lita would be watching, he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard Matt talking to someone. He knew that voice. He started walking again only faster this time to get to his destination only to see Punk standing there with Matt, Amy, and the guy who was his tag team partner.

"Punk!" Jeff called out unable to help the smile that broke across his face. When the blonde haired man turned to face him with a smile of his own Jeff threw his arms around him.

"I was worried you weren't going to make it." He breathed into his neck. When the slightly smaller male didn't wrap his arms around Jeff back he started to get a little worried. Suddenly he heard a gruff voice chuckle behind him.

"It's okay kid, you can hug him back. We all know." Hunter laughed again and then Jeff got it. Punk was worried about Jeff's reputation. With Triple H's encouragement though he wrapped his arms around Jeff's slender waist and hugged back.

"I promised you a second date didn't I?" Punk breathed into his ear. Their embrace ended when Matt cleared his throat making Jeff roll his eyes while pulling back. He kept his fingers intertwined with Punk's though, liking how it felt. To his credit he didn't try to pull away either as they all started walking.

"I hope my brother wasn't being too much of a dick." He said loudly gaining a scoff from his older brother and a laugh from Amy. Jeff didn't mean it though and Matt knew it. Ever since they were kids, Matt only tried looking out for his baby bro's best interest and Jeff was appreciative of that. Matt was more than a brother to him. He was his best friend and he was fortunate enough to be able to work with him on a daily basis. If he didn't have Matt he'd probably freak out.

"No your brother was… nice, enough anyway." Punk smiled making Matt chuckle. Well it looked like Punk had passed the 'you can date my brother' test. Out of nowhere Jeff heard a feigned cough and when he looked behind him he saw it was Punk's friend.

"Sorry." Punk apologized giving his friend a 'really' look.

"This is my friend Colt, known him practically since birth." He inclined his head in a sort of greeting and Jeff just waved back.

"This is a pretty nice set up you have, better than anything we have in ROH." Colt looked around and whistled like he was really impressed with the place. It was just another arena, in another town but Jeff then realized he meant all the staff and technicians and other personnel running around the place?

"Yeah it's something else but most of the time I just find it too hectic." Was Jeff's reply to the raven haired male. When they got to the dressing room Jeff excused himself to where he could go change and coming back out of the bathroom in plain clothes. Nothing special, just jeans and a Pearl Jam shirt. Matt and Amy were in the corner talking and Colt and Punk were just standing by the couch. Jeff cleared his throat and Punk immediately looked up smiling. Making his way over to the 'second city saint', Jeff was stopped by his brother.

"Amy and I have to go. We gotta get to the Smackdown House show in Detroit for taping tomorrow. Punk, Colt it was nice meeting you guys and Jeff….try to stay out of trouble, huh?" Matt hugged Jeff right before Amy came up and did the same only she whispered that Punk was a cutie making him chuckle lightly. Didn't he know it? After they left it was only him, Punk and Colt left in the room together and Jeff could tell Colt was trying not to pass out.

"Colt are you okay?" He asked truly worried about the younger man. Colt's head snapped up and he mumbled something about he was just tired.

"Why don't you take the car and go get some sleep, pal. I'll talk to you in the morning." Punk didn't have to tell him twice. He muttered thanks to Jeff while digging the keys out of his pocket and leaving the dressing room.

"You sure he'll make it home safely? He looks like he can barely stand let alone drive anywhere." Punk nodded explaining to Jeff that he only lived a block or so away. Oh yeah they were in their hometown. Looking down at his feet, Jeff shuffled his footing a bit. He was nervous but in a good way, it was kind of like how he felt last time. It surprised him when Punk grabbed his hand and started leading them out of the dressing room but not before Jeff grabbed his backpack and suitcase which Punk immediately took out of his hand being all gentleman like. Once his hand was reclaimed by the younger man, they continued walking out towards the parking lot.

"I don't see your car." Punk said looking around for the little black car. Jeff really hadn't thought this out completely.

"Yeah I don't usually drive when I'm on tour. I ride with Matt, Amy, Adam and Jay." Punk didn't seem too worried about the whole car thing. Instead he just shrugged and said that they'd just take the bus. Not being one to complain Jeff gladly followed as Punk lead the way, their fingers still entwined. Unfortunately they made it to the bus stop just as the bus was pulling off. Punk did this little growl of annoyance which for some strange reason aroused Jeff.

"Looks like we're walking. I don't love that far away though." He added when Jeff whined a little. After a very long day and a tiring match the last thing he wanted to do was walk anywhere. Especially at night on the streets of Chicago. Oddly enough though he felt safe, Punk knew this place probably like the back of his hand and he wouldn't put Jeff in harm's way. Would he? As soon as that moronic thought entered his mind he shoved it away. Of course he wouldn't.

As they started walking Punk could feel Jeff's grip on his hand tighten a bit and he couldn't blame him, Chicago was known to be a bit of a rough place. He knew Chicago better than most though so he knew which neighborhood to stay out of and which neighborhood was perfectly safe. The one they were in and going to were actually pretty calm. There shouldn't be anything to be afraid of.

"So you live close?" Jeff asked, his emerald green eyes looking at Punk with what he though was worry.

"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you." Punk smiled and when Jeff relaxed a bit at his words, he felt a little pitter patter in his chest. It was nice to know that Jeff trusted him enough to believe him. As they walked they managed to keep a conversation going.

"Your match was good. All your matches lately have been." Jeff's eyes flashed to him as Punk said that. He had realized that he just admitted that he had been watching Jeff's matches lately and color flushed to his cheeks immediately. Jeff smiled on of his breathtaking smiles before speaking.

"You don't have to be embarrassed. I like that you watch, it's sweet. Although I have to disagree with you. My match with Raven today was…bleh. I'm tired of them screwing me over. I'm supposed to be having this huge match for the undisputed championship against Mark this summer but they just keep milking this rivalry between Raven and me. It's annoying as hell." Jeff seemed genuinely pissed off about the whole situation and Punk didn't know what he could say to make him feel better. He didn't blame him in fact. Here it was middle of May and the only thing they've done with him and Undertaker is having Taker come out and watch a few matches of his ringside.

"I'm sorry you don't wanna hear about this." Jeff sighed blowing out a big breath of air.

"It's okay I get it. I'd be pissed too. How about tonight I get your mind off it. " Jeff told him that'd be nice just as they turned the corner of the street Punk's apartment building was on. It wasn't the nicest place in the world but it was his.

"I'm sure your place is a lot nicer but uh, this is home." Punk lead him into the building then into his small apartment and when Jeff looked around, he smiled.

"It's completely you." Jeff commented gliding his fingers along the stacks of comic books lying on the coffee table before taking off his backpack and placing it on the couch.

"And you're wrong. I live in a double wide on my own property in Cameron, bet that wasn't what you expected." Jeff was right, it wasn't what he expected. Punk expected Jeff to have a real nice house in some suburban development in a Carolina city. Not in his small country hometown. It just went to show him how down to earth Jeff really was as if he didn't already have a small inkling. Jeff was still walking around the small apartment when Punk went to his bedroom and put Jeff's bag on his bed. When he got back to the little living room he found Jeff looking at an old picture of him and Colt's family which was more like his family than his own.

"I should have burned that picture." He joked and smirked as Jeff jumped and put the picture back down on the bookshelf.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been snooping around." Jeff blushed a light shade of pink and bit at his lip nervously. He was just too damn cute for Punk not to do anything. Welling over to where Jeff was he reached out and brought his chin up with his index finger.

"It's no big deal. Now do you need to change or do you just wanna go out like that?" He didn't mean it in a bad way at all. In fact Punk was wearing jeans and a tee and there was no way he was going to change. It didn't matter what they looked like, as long as they were together. Cheesy? Yeah but truthful. Jeff looked over Punk then looked down at himself and shrugged telling the younger man that he didn't need to change. Punk smiled then opened the front door motioning for Jeff before he stepped out behind the blonde.

"Where are we going this late at night?" Jeff asked only to get one of Punk's signature sexy smirks in return. There was no way he was going to ruin this surprise. He heard Jeff huff out in annoyance but he didn't ask again. Which was good because if he did Punk would probably blurt it out and then this whole thing would be for nothing. He had asked a friend to help him out with something and she automatically agreed without even asking what it was he wanted her to do. He was glad she did too because he didn't have a backup plan. He never had a backup plan, it just wasn't his style. As they walked to the bus stop, because he sure as hell wasn't going to walk all the way at night, they kept up a small conversation. Mostly Jeff continuing to ask where they were going.

"Come on don't you trust me?" He somewhat joked then immediately regretted it when he saw the look on Jeff's face. He looked like he was about to say something but then stopped, closing his mouth and looking down at the ground as they stood waiting for the bus. When it got there almost 10 minutes later they still hadn't said anything and even the ride it was quiet for the most part.

"This is our stop." Punk said quietly and leas them off the bus. The Navy Pier was an absolutely amazing place, sure it closed at 8:00pm but that was one thing that made tonight special. It would only be the two of them, plus his friend Ashlyn who just so happened to work at one of the Pier's many restaurants. Which is why he needed her help, well that and to get into the place after hours. He had actually put a lot of thought into this date, unlike last time, and he hoped Jeff would like it. When he looked over at Jeff he saw the man smiling a bit. Ashlyn had the place still lit up and he sure hoped she wouldn't get in trouble for any of this. Grabbing Jeff's hand he led him through the gate and through the park until they reached their destination.

"I thought you would never make it." A female voice called to the couple before actually emerging. Punk smiled and shrugged.

"I told you it was gonna be late. How'd you manage all this anyway?" Ashlyn shrugged innocently and rocked back and forth on her heels.

"I have friends too. I asked for a favor for you because I thought this would make for a nicer date. Hi by the way I'm Ashlyn." She stuck her hand out which Jeff politely took, introducing himself as well.

"Everything is ready whenever you are. Punk you know where to find me." Ashlyn announced then left leaving the two alone.

"Come on I wanna show you something." Punk tugged at Jeff's hand and he willingly followed. Punk was always a bit of a romantic at heart and he wanted to take Jeff up on the Ferris wheel then stop it when they were at the top. It was a bit cliché but he hoped Jeff didn't find it too cheesy. When they got to it he noticed the technician already there waiting for them. Punk opened the door for Jeff then followed him in, it started moving in no time.

This was already the most amazing sate Jeff had ever been on. Punk was so adorable with how obviously nervous he was during their first date and then he goes and pulls something like this off. Sitting in the Ferris wheel Jeff took in all the sights before him as they made their way to the top. When it stopped however he got worried but then he realized Punk had probably arranged this. He was so utterly sweet.

"Do you know when you asked if I trusted you? I didn't not say yes because I don't. I didn't say yes because I was scared that I already do." It just came out of his mouth. Jeff never let people in so easily nor did he trust them so easily but for some reason Punk had gotten to him. He already harbored feelings for this unique man and it scared the hell out of him. Peeking through his lashes he saw Punk just staring at him. Jeff's eyes darted everywhere but Punk's and he didn't look at the man until he felt a hand on his chin pulling him to face the 'second city saint'.

"Well that's nice to know." Punk smirked then pulled Jeff into a searing kiss. Unlike the first time they kissed Punk wasn't the shy one. He had used just enough force to coax Jeff into playing with him and when his tongue pressed against the seam of his lips, Jeff opened up to let him in. And kudos to him not using too much like most did. Once he pulled away Jeff was left breathless.

"Wow…" he breathed, their faces still close to one another.

"Yeah..." Punk said just as breathless. All of a sudden the Ferris wheel started moving again and when they were down at the bottom, Punk let Jeff out first then followed suit but instead of just holding his hand Jeff felt the slightly younger man pull him into him. His arm went around his shoulder and he kissed Jeff's temple.

"Let's get something to eat." Jeff felt uncomfortable with his arms at his side so he let one wander up around Punk's waist and the other held the hand that was draped over his left shoulder hanging down to his chest. As nice as having dinner with Punk sounded he couldn't help but be a little disappointed. He could think of a few other things he'd rather be doing than eat. Which surprised him because he wasn't the type of guy to put out so soon but there was just something about Punk.

"Or we could just skip dinner." Jeff threw the idea out there without actually saying it, making Punk stop dead in his tracks. He could see Ashlyn a few feet ahead of them waiting for them to come eat and he actually felt a little bad. She had put so much time and effort into this for them and he was willing to must blow it all off. He almost said never mind when Punk called out to her and told her thanks but they were just going to go home because it was late and both of them had a long day. She narrowed her eyes but smiled telling him to have fun.

Once they got back to Punk's apartment, Jeff could tell he was getting nervous even though he tried not show it. Shutting the front door behind him, he pulled Jeff into another kiss probably to try to calm his nerves.

"What's funny?" Punk asked as Jeff smiled on the blonde's lips.

"You're shaking. Could you be nervous?" Jeff teased lightly. He didn't mean it in a bad way, in fact he actually thought it was cute but Punk pulled back and went to, sit on the couch.

"Actually I am. I've never um… been with a guy before." That's what he was worried about? Jeff smiled to himself and went to him.

"I know that and if you don't want to we don't have to." Punk's olive green eyes looked over at him and there was something in them that made Jeff shift in his seat.

"I didn't say that." Punk whispered before reclaiming Jeff's mouth. Jeff made it his duty to make this as easy and comfortable for Punk as he could. He was actually glad he could share this moment with him. He felt Punk's hand go to the hem of his shirt and he let Punk take it from his body. It would hopefully make it less awkward if he let Punk make all the moves. Letting him go as fast or slow as he wanted to. His right hand trailed down Jeff's side as his left stayed at the back of his neck not allowing him to go anywhere. When Jeff thought he was comfortable enough he rested his hands on Punk's hips, his fingers rubbing at the skin underneath the shirt. Punk made this sexy growling noise deep within his throat and Jeff could feel his cock start to harden. He felt himself being pushed back and allowed it to happen. He knew Punk would be the dominant one and he was glad to let him, Jeff enjoyed being the submissive. He felt Punk's lips travel down his neck making him whine a bit. His neck had always been a major erogenous zone and the feeling of those soft lips with the cool metal lip ring on it just pushed him a little further. Those sinful lips made their way down his neck and to his chest, kissing it gently before going back to Jeff's mouth. While Punk continued to kiss him, Jeff moved his hands to the belt Punk was wearing making quick work of it and his shirt as well. He had slowed for a minute to gauge Punks reaction but he didn't seem fazed so he continued to work on his jeans his nimble fingers undoing the button and zipper with ease only to find he wore nothing underneath. Well that was convenient. Jeff grazed his fingers over the tip of Punk's protruding member, receiving a shiver from the blonde. Taking advantage of his distraction Jeff switched up their positions. Now he was on top. He tugged Punk's jeans down just enough to let his impressive size spring free. It was already leaking precum when Jeff took it into his hand. Before he did what he planned next though he looked up a Punk with his light green eyes only to see the man's head tilted back a bit and his eyes closed. Jeff's tongue darted out licking the pre before he took Punk into his mouth. The man immediately moaned and Jeff smiled before truly starting his task. He swirled his tongue around the tip of Punk's dick as he sucked, his cheeks hollowing out at the amount of pressure he used. His goal was to give Punk the best blowjob he had ever gotten in his life and by the way he was holding Jeff's head he would say he was doing a pretty good job. Letting his lips pop off the tip, he then licked the length of him underneath before taking him back in his mouth. His hand also came into play as he started to gently caress Punk's balls. The 'second city saint' arched his back making his dick hit the back of Jeff's throat a bit, thank god he didn't have a sensitive gag reflex. Punk started thrusting into Jeff's mouth and the older man gladly let him until he spent himself, his thick seed sliding down Jeff's throat as he swallowed it all. Jeff started kissing his way back up Punk's body until he got to his neck. He stayed there for a bit but Punk would have none of that, he pulled at Jeff's hair until the man obliged him and brought his lips against the younger's.

"That was…"

"Good?" Jeff supplied for him.

"Amazing." Punk smiled against his lips making Jeff smile in return. He thought the same thing and was glad Punk thought it was that good. Suddenly Punk was standing and pulling his pants up, zipping them but leaving them unbuttoned. He held out his hand and Jeff took it slowly being pulled from the couch himself. Jeff subconsciously knew where Punk was leading him and the nerves started to set in. What if Punk decided that this wasn't what he wanted? That Jeff wasn't what he wanted? What would he do then? He had put so much trust into this man already and he didn't know how he would feel if Punk pushed him away now. When they got to Punk's bedroom he was pulled back up against the 'second city saint' whose hands were slowly and shakily making their way to the front of Jeff's pants. Knowing he was nervous about this, possibly more than Jeff, so he decided to give him a little help. He placed his hands over Punk's and started to undo his own jeans with Punk's hands. Once they were undone he looked into Punk's olive greens before wiggling out of them completely, leaving him void of all clothing. Punk stepped towards him taking a small gulp before placing his hands on Jeff's bare hips, he didn't do anything else though. Just stood there looking into his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Jeff asked quietly somewhat scared of the answer he might receive.

"I don't know what to do. You know..for..for you." He looked away, embarrassed by his lack of knowledge. Jeff understood what he meant. The first time he was ever with a guy he didn't know what to do either but in the end it didn't matter if he knew because it was his dominant partner's job to take care of that for him. Punk though, was the dom he was the one that was supposed to prep Jeff. This was a unique situation though so he supposed he could make an exception and… show Punk ,if you will, what to do. Climbing on the bed he looked over his shoulder to see Punk watching him, his eyes bright with lust. Lying down on his back he brought his fingers to his mouth and coated them with his saliva before circling them around his tight pucker. He could hear Punk's ragged breaths and he hadn't even been involved in anything yet. Well not fully anyway, but hopefully that will change in a few minutes. Jeff slowly pushed a finger in his breathing faltering a bit, it had been well a while since he had actually had any intimate contact. When he got used to the first he pushed a second finger in moaning quietly. His eyes popped open when he felt the bed move a little bit as Punk kneeled on it. His eyes never leaving Jeff's as he placed his finger to Jeff's mouth. The older male licked at them happily and coated them with a nice amount of spit. Punk hesitantly brought them down to Jeff's ass and Jeff pulled his own out knowing what Punk was wanting to do. He slowly pushed a finger in much like Jeff had but in the position Jeff was in his could only go so deep, Punk on the other hand didn't have this restriction and his finger pushed way past what Jeff's did. Another finger was added and when Jeff whined a bit, Punk ceased immediately. The "charismatic enigma' would have none of that though he started moving his hips pushing Punk's fingers so deep that he started hitting that little bundle of nerves.

"I want you so bad." Jeff moaned out. Punk placed his free hand on Jeff's hip and this made the older blonde stop his movements allowing the other to remove his fingers. The lust still apparent in his eyes but along with something else. Something like fear. It seemed like Jeff would have to bottom from the top, something he had only done once but enjoyed greatly. Bringing himself to his knees Jeff gently pushed Punk onto his back and rid him of his jeans once and for all, leaving him just as naked as he was himself. Taking Punk's member into his hand Jeff started to stroke it to life and it quickly became hard, leaking precum. Jeff smeared the pre all over Punk's cock before hovering above the scared but horny man beneath him. Lining the tip up to his entrance, Jeff started to slowly push himself down on it. Punk was by far the most well-endowed partner he had been with and he had known it might hurt a bit at first and he was right. To keep from yelling out and freaking Punk out he bit his lip and when the initial pain subsided he slowly took more of Punk until he hit the hilt. Then he started moving his hips in a circular motion bringing a sexy fucking groan from the man he was riding

Punk had no idea why he was nervous at first, this was nothing to be nervous about. Jeff obviously knew what he was doing and damn was he doing it well. He did everything just right to achieve the appropriate responses from Punk. The younger man now had his hands on Jeff's hips helping him in his goal. All of a sudden something sparked within Punk and he flipped them to where Jeff was now then one on his back and Punk between his knees fucking him deeply and sensually. The sounds his lover was making spurred Punk on even more as he started a faster pace.

"Fuck yes…" Jeff moaned loudly bringing his hips towards Punk every time Punk moved towards him. Punk brought Jeff's legs up to rest on his shoulder's hoping to gain more access to his slick haven and it worked like a charm. If it was at all possible he felt himself slid deeper into Jeff and soon felt the tip of his dick hit Jeff's prostate making the man writhe beneath him. A cocky smirk took place on Punk's face as he continued to hit that small bundle of nerves over and over. He watched as Jeff's hand reached for his own untouched cock which was rock hard and leaning against his stomach but Punk pushed it away and replaced it with his own. He wanted to be the one to make Jeff come, preferably at the same time he did. Stroking Jeff's dick in time with his thrusts he could tell the man was about to lose it and to be honest so was Punk. He could feel that familiar tingle in his balls and a few more hard thrusts later he was filling his lover's ass with his load. Jeff came as well shooting his warm sticky cum all over their stomachs. Once he was sure he was completely empty, Punk pulled out of Jeff and fell to his back beside Jeff, his arm wrapping around him to pull the older man closer into his side. He felt Jeff's head lay on his heaving chest and his fingers tracing it and his stomach.

"That was the best sex I've ever had." Jeff breathed a smile on his face as he looked up into olive green eyes. Punk looked down and kissed the blonde, smirking himself.

"Same here." He said giving a breathy laugh. Who would have thought that the best sex of his life would be with a man? Certainly not him but here he was having experienced just that and a thought that scared him before now vanished itself from his mind. Punk was proud to be this way, to be here with Jeff and sharing this moment that only few ever truly experienced. Looking back down at the man who changed his life forever he noticed his eyes were closed and his breathing became lighter, a sign he was sleeping. Kissing his forehead Punk closed his eyes as well and let the darkness take over, excited for what the morning would bring.

A/N: Alright guys there it is. The long awaited smut scene. I'm sorry it took so long to get up but college and work sometimes try to take over my life. Anyway I hope you enjoyed and please do review.

Love to you all,

Wondercake