AN: A small update this week. Who saw MITB yesterday? (PS DON'T READ ON IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW. JUST SCROLL ON DOWN FOR YOUR SLASHY GOODNESS) I was SOOOO happy! My boy Randy got to win! And he never wins anything ever, so yay! And my other boy Cody! He was the highlight of his match! I hope he does go face now, he'd be good at it!

ANYWAYS, enjoy!

When Cody woke up he could feel the mattress dipping down on the side opposite of the edge he was wavering on. He knew it was due to the large man on that end of the bed. The large man that was John Cena. This was the first time it had really sunk in: he slept with John Cena. That was dumb! It was one thing when Randy was there with them two nights ago. This was entirely different. He's Randy's ex! He was startled when he felt the other man's body begin to stir. He wasn't mentally prepared for this yet. He quickly relaxed hid body and closed his eyes.

John woke up on the other edge of the bed. So far on the edge of the bed that he couldn't even feel the other sleeping body on the other edge. His eyes crept open and he turned to look at Cody. The other man was still fast asleep. John shook his head and crashed it back down on the pillow. He thought about last night. This was a bad idea. He couldn't believe he had woken up in a bed with Cody Runnels two mornings in a row. He's Randy's ex. He didn't know what to do from here. He knew this would end in an awkward conversation.

After lying there for several minutes John finally sat up. He stood up out of the bed with force, hoping it would wake Cody up for him. Cody continued to lay there. John walked around as loudly as possible, found shorts as loudly as possible and put them on as loudly as possible. Cody continued to play dead and think about what to say. John's hands fell to his hips as he looked down at his still frame disappointed. He sighed and walked back to the vacant side of the bed. He all but jumped down on to the bed. Cody knew that his charade would be unbelievable if he continued after that shake of the mattress. He did his best to act like he was startled awake and looked around the room with a fake questioning look.

"Oh, you're awake?" John asked. He was acting now too.

Cody looked up at where he was sitting on the bed. "Yeah," he said, trying to force his voice to sound tired and hoarse.

"Look, about last night—" John started.

"It was nothing," Cody interjected.

"Yeah. Not nothing like it didn't happen nothing but nothing like—"

"Like it didn't really mean anything for the future nothing. It was great but—"

"It was just a one night thing."

"Right. We were sad and lonely—"

"And missing… him."

Cody nodded at John's last words. "There's too much history and complications between us for this to be anything."

"Right," John said.

"So… we're agreed then? We just amicably go our own ways?"

"Yeah," John nodded.

"Okay. Good," Cody said. They stayed on the bed for an awkward silence to take over the room for a couple minutes. "Well, I'm going to shower now…"

"And I'm gonna go," John followed. He stood up from the bed again and found his shirt. He was on his way out of the room when Cody sat up in the bed.

"And John?" The older man stopped and turned back to Cody. "Randy… He can never find out."

John was a little taken back by Cody's kindness even after everything Randy had put them both through. He ultimately agreed with him though. "Yeah," John said with a nod and then exited the room.

A floor above that room, Randy Orton found himself knocking on the door of a closed hotel room. He knew the man staying in this room didn't sleep much but he didn't know if that meant he lost sleep in the night or in the morning. While he hoped he wasn't waking him up, it wasn't his biggest concern. CM Punk answered the door in moments. He looked disappointedly up at the taller man in front of his door. Randy looked up and down the smaller man. He was clad in gym shorts and a open hoodie with no shirt under it. His face had the usual light beard. He didn't look like he had just woken up. As Randy's eyes found his it finally dawned on him that he was in fact attracted to Phil Brooks. He just didn't know what that meant.

Punk was shocked to find Randy on the other side of his door. He didn't know what to think of it. He had blown him off entirely the night before. Not unlike he had done to Randy just two days ago though. Randy's face looked empathetic, as if he knew how absurd it was that he was knocking on Punk's door. When Randy looked down at him Phil felt as if this were the first time he had seen Randy's eyes were blue.

"I just want to talk."

Punk thought twice about it. Or thrice. Or quadrice. Punk's thoughts moved at a rapid pace. He had wanted to talk about it yesterday. He still did. The only reason he would say no to Randy right now would be to piss him off or one up him. Randy standing here right now meant that he was admitting to being wrong yesterday—or at least that he was admitting to changing his mind. If he could do that, Punk could get over himself.

"Yeah, okay." He walked back in to his room and Randy followed after him, closing the door behind himself.

"About yesterday…" Randy started, "I was having a really shitty day and I was already pissed off that you blew me off on Sunday so I ignored you. So I'm sorry."

Punk sat down on the edge of a table up against the wall, facing Randy where he stood. "Wow," he said and then paused. "Randy Orton apologizing. I heard this was something that never happened. Least of all with people you hate."

Randy stared at him for seconds. He had really hoped Phil wouldn't be difficult about this. "I was wrong, okay?"

Part of Phil wanted to put him through the ringer but the other part remembered that he had to admit to being wrong to Randy just the day before. "Okay." Neither man knew what to say from here. And so they stayed in silence for minutes. Silence was not Punk's strong suit. "So, is that all you wanted to talk about or…"

Randy shook his head no. No matter how much he pulled his thoughts together he couldn't seem to pull together cohesive sentences to explain anything he was feeling. "Look… So… Last week, in the locker room… I don't really know what that was. I know that I'm going through a lot of stuff that sucks and then you were there pissing me off and then… I don't know. I guess it seemed like a good solution to both of those problems at the time."

Punk was processing what the other man was saying. "So what?... It was like a rebound thing for you?"

Randy had to force himself to take his eyes off of Phil and look around the room before talking. "Yeah… I guess so."

Punk watched Randy look all over the room as if he couldn't even bear to look at him. "Randy!" He almost yelled to get his attention back.

When Randy looked over to him he found his hazel eyes filled with a mix of disappointment and offensiveness. Randy paced the distance between them in a second, grabbed Punk's face and smashed their lips together. Their kiss was again quick and heated. Both men tilted their heads back and forth. Randy's tongue played with Phil's lip ring, driving Punk mad. He opened his mouth entirely for Randy and his tongue delved in at once. Punk's hands grabbed at Randy's back. He was so warm; everything about him was so warm: his hands, his back, his tongue. Randy's hands never left Punk's face as his tongue explored every inch of his mouth. He tasted so good and so different. He thought to himself that he tasted pure in a way; no drugs or alcohol had tainted his mouth. Phil began to play with Randy's tongue with his own. He coaxed it backwards so he could return the favor, invading Randy's mouth now. The inside of his mouth was even warmer. Randy hummed around his tongue and with a jolt of his hips Punk felt his erection through his jeans. In one simultaneous move he jerked his head back and pushed Randy away from him. Randy jumped. His kiss-swollen lips were still open. Punk stood up from the table.

"This is just too weird Randy," he said hurriedly.

"Punk—"

"What are we doing? You're Randy Orton. We hate each other."

"But—"

"Can you just leave?" He said sternly.

He didn't want to, but he also didn't want to stay somewhere he wasn't wanted. He nodded slowly and walked back and out of the room even slower.