AN: Chica chica yeah, chapter 15! Please excuse any typos. I'm on vacation and don't feel like proof reading ;)

Randy woke up with a taste in a mouth. It was a unique one. It was a taste he had only ever experienced in his mouth twice. It was a taste he wasn't accustomed to; a taste he wanted more of. It was a pure taste. It was the taste of CM Punk. Randy rolled over on his stomach, trying to force himself back to sleep, to force the other man out of his mind. It had been a couple weeks since his last encounter with Punk so he knew his sensory memory was all in his head. As more and more time had passed since that morning in Punk's hotel room, he had thought about him more and more. That fortunately meant though that he was thinking less and less about Cody. While that was comforting for him, it did make life more difficult. Phil was hot and cold. Randy danced through the memories of their encounters. It wasn't just me… He responded. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of the other man's actions. He wasn't sure what to make of his own really. For years he had despised Phil Brooks. He damn near hated him all together. And now suddenly he found himself wanting him so badly. He wanted to stare into those hazel eyes again. He wanted to kiss those soft lips again. He wanted to be inside that tight heat again.

The two hadn't spoke to each other since that morning in the hotel room. They had seen each other in passing at Raws: awkward eye contacts were exchanged, lingering glances were caught. Luckily, they hadn't had to work together. Punk spent every minute they had been in the same room hoping Randy wouldn't say anything: Randy spent every minute unsure of if he should say something. Punk reveled in the fact that he didn't: Randy regretted that he didn't.

Punk had been up for a couple of hours on his tour bus that morning when his phone vibrated. He put his comic down to check it.

"From Randal Keith Orton:

Hey"

He made the decision to ignore it and put his phone back down. When he picked up his comic to continue reading though he couldn't bring himself to pay any attention to the book. What does he want? The last time they had been together Punk pushed Randy away out of confusion. He had felt good both times they were together, he was attracted to him, part of him did want him but he knew that was all only physical. That was on the shallow side, and that's not who he was. Not to mention that his actions were verging on promiscuity which was against his straight edge beliefs. He wasn't used to being attracted to another man either. He never had been before. Bryan was just for getting off, he never lusted after him. What he felt when he looked at Randy, when Randy kissed him, was something he had never felt for a man. As if that wasn't strange enough alone, the man he was now drawn towards was a man he had notoriously not got along with for years. His eyes drifted back to his phone as his mind raced. Maybe he just wants to… talk.

Randy didn't know what to expect after sending the text. He just wanted to know if Punk would respond, to know if there was any hope. He sat on the edge of his hotel bed looking down at his phone in his lap; waiting. It was a Tuesday, meaning Punk was on his way to a house show in a different city then Randy would be in for the night's Smackdown taping. It was around 8 am, so he thought Punk would be awake. So he sat waiting, until an eternity had passed and his phone vibrated.

"From Punk:

Hi"

So he is willing to talk. Randy was relieved that he at least had some sort of opportunity here. He hadn't given a single thought until this moment though about what he would say if Phil actually responded. He just wanted to know if he would respond. Now that he had he didn't really know where to go from there. If I told him I just wanted to talk again, after what happened last time, I'd just come off as an ass. Randy was dumb founded. He found himself again just staring at his phone for a couple of minutes.

Punk didn't know what to expect from Randy as a response as he again tried to ignore the situation and read his comic. He was still unsuccessful. Randy Orton just wanting to talk to him was unheard of for him… at least if that talking wasn't the two of them yelling and arguing. He had to admit that nothing was the same between them now. They had sex once, made out another time—their norms were broken.

"From Randal Keith Orton:

How are you?"

How are you? What the fuck? Is he trying to have small talk with me right now? Punk was torn between making fun of Randy or answering the question. Usually he would just speak his mind unfiltered but he had to feel for Randy. He had to be confused here too.

"From Punk:

I'm fine."

Randy ran his hands over his head. He still had no idea what he was doing. How are you? God, that was stupid. He again stared at his phone, rereading their conversation thus far. Does he even care? Am I just annoying him?

"From Randal Keith Orton:

Thats good."

After Punk read the message he realized this was the first time Randy hadn't asked him a question. If their conversation was going to continue it now hinged on him participating. Do I want to keep talking to him? He thought back and forth about it. It seems like he really does just want to talk this time.

"From Punk:

It's that's. With an apostrophe."

Randy laughed as he read it.

"From Randal Keith Orton:

Who knew the best in the world was also the best in English class?"

Punk laughed at that.

"From Punk:

So this is totally awkward for you too right now, right?"

Randy again laughed. He never thought Phil was funny, regardless of what other coworkers said. Then again, he had never actually had an in depth conversation with him.

"From Randal Keith Orton:

YES. Im glad im not alone here"

"From Randal Keith Orton:

I'm I'm**"

Punk laughed at the double text. He too was seeing a new side to the man he had known for years.

The day went on and the two continued to text casually. They talked through their gym workouts, their lunches, their car rides, and up until they were at their respective arenas for the night. Randy was walking and typing at the same time as he walked around the backstage area. He was already ring ready, and about to go warm up. His attention was invested in his phone though as he walked right into somebody. He was shocked and jumped back right after the impact.

"Shit," he said as he looked up. In front of him was Cody. "Oh, shit, sorry. I wasn't even looking."

Cody wore a weak smile and forced himself to shrug. "Yeah," he said. Randy was texting… Randy doesn't text. "Not a big deal."

They both stood in front of each other for sometime without a word. Neither wanted to speak but neither wanted to walk away either. "So," Randy said eventually, "we um… haven't talked or anything since…"

"Yeah…" Cody acknowledged what he was alluding to in hopes that it would suffice bringing up their last encounter with any more specific words.

"How—How are you? Or you know—how have you been? Since," Randy stumbled over his words.

"Good. Good um… Thank you… For asking."

"Oh, yeah. You know… No problem."

Their complete lack of a conversation was then interrupted by the pyro and music that signaled the start of the night's taping.

"Oh, well I guess I need to go finish my warm up," Randy said.

"Yeah. Yeah, me too," Cody nodded.

"So um—I'll see you… around," Randy said.

"Yeah. Yeah you will," Cody nodded.

"Right. Bye."

"Bye."

Both men walked off in hurry.

God, that was the most awkward thing that's ever happened to me. Cody tried to put it out of his mind as he found a place backstage to stretch and warm up. Tonight he was tagging with Wade Barrett against the Usos. Not a bad match because Stu was always fun to work with. The two were in the same league so they were always trying to one up each other.

"Hey," a deep accented voice came from behind him. He turned to see Stu walking up to him.

"Hey," Cody replied.

"Excited for tonight?" Stu asked, now standing in front of Cody.

"Yeah I am. You?"

"Of course. I love being out there with you."

Cody chuckled. The two had never really been close so he was kind of taken back by his response.

"Hey, did I just see you talking with Randy? Cause I thought you two had separated."

"We did. Um…" Cody chuckled again. "Sorry, you've never cared about my personal life at all."

Wade laughed this time. "I always have," he said with a wink. Cody didn't know Stu had charm. "Look, I'll see you out there, alright?" He said with a light smile and a pat on Cody's arm, before walking off.

"Yeah." This is a strange day.

They were now towards the end of their match. Cody was standing on the apron waiting for the hot tag. They were booked to lose to the Uso twins tonight, but they were going to out impressively. Cody was planning to Cross Rhodes one of them before taking the pin from the other. He had his hand out reaching for Wade for the tag. He had just punched the legal Uso and was heading towards Cody now. When Wade's hand hit his he held on to it rather than just tagging it. He used it to pull Cody's head into the nape of his neck.

"Do a cross body from on top of my shoulders," he said into Cody's ear.

"What?" This wasn't what they had planned.

"I'm 6 fucking 7, it will be awesome."

Wade then pulled his head back as his hand began to pull Cody up on to the turnbuckle. He positioned himself right in front of the ring post and his other hand found Cody's other hand. He held him steady as Cody carefully stepped from the top rope onto the man's shoulders. Wade's thumbs rubbed gentle circles over the back of Cody's hands. Cody stayed in a crouching position now on Wade's shoulder, assuring he was balanced. Seconds later he stood up, letting go of Stu's hands and he leapt towards the middle of the ring. The illegal Uso ran right in the way and intercepted Cody's cross body perfectly. The pain to Cody's stomach was insane. The legal Uso then ran to his damaged body and covered him for the three count.

Cody and Stu were both back in a locker room now, just minutes later. The Uso brothers ha just left them alone in there.

"That was kind of brilliant," Cody told him.

"I wanted to do it because I knew you could pull it off."

Cody smiled at the compliment. "So what did you mean earlier?"

"Earlier?" Stu asked. His face looked sure and confident even when he was asking a question.

"When you said you've always cared."

Stu stopped looking through his bag to look at Cody. Cody did the same. "I have. You've just been with Randy the entire time I've known you."

The man for what seemed like the hundredth time today took Cody by surprise. He had no clue. "Oh." His face must have shown it too.

"I don't know why you're so surprised. You have to know how gorgeous you are."

Cody could feel his cheeks blush. He wasn't used to this sort of attention. "So you just never said anything… because of Randy."

"Yeah," Wade nodded. "He's not exactly someone you want to make an enemy of."

"Oh," Cody frowned. "So you don't—"

"You're not with him anymore. He would have no right to be mad at me if I were to," Stu stopped talking as he stepped in close to Cody. He put a strong hand on the back of Cody's neck and pulled it up while leaning his own down. Their lips met slowly. Their kiss was chaste, like a greeting. When Cody was beginning to respond his mind caught up. He pulled back slowly. He looked up at Stu. Both of their eyes were lust filled.

"I…" Cody looked over at the door. "He's here."

Wade walked away from him and to the door slowly. He locked it. When he looked back at the younger man he found a pretty smile on his face.

He broke the distance quickly and their kiss continued. Except everything was different now. Wade's tongue broke into Cody's mouth without warning. His hands pulled at Cody's skin, pulled his body into his own roughly. Cody tried to get accustomed to him; this was new for him. His hands pulled at the back of Wade's shoulders. He was bigger than Randy but not as big as John. Wade's fingers began to scratch at Cody's own back. He broke the kiss to gasp. Wade took the opportunity to lift the smaller man at the waist. Cody instinctively wrapped his legs around the larger man as Wade walked him backwards. His back smacked against the locker wall with a loud noise. He arched in pain. Stu's mouth then latched on to Cody's neck with a cycle of kiss and bites. This wasn't Cody was expecting, this wasn't anything he was used to, but he couldn't deny the growing erection in his trunks. His hands messed into the Britt's hair, experimentally tugging it lightly. He was rewarded with a thrust of the other man's hips into his own. He pulled his hair tighter a second time. Wade lips tore off his neck and connected with the other man's again. Cody was catching on. When the older man tried to shove his tongue inside it was met with Cody's own tongue fighting to do the same. Their tongues fought for dominance. After minutes Wade realized the younger wasn't going to give in. He pulled their lips apart and held Cody as they turned away from the wall. He dropped Cody on his feet and pulled his trunks off completely off. He stared at Cody's hard cock with a glint in his eye. He then pulled off his own and put his hands on his hips as if he were putting on a show. His cock stood fully erect too, larger than Cody's. They both took a seat on the bench to remove their boots as fast as they could. Seconds later they were completely naked. Wade grabbed Cody by his ass and pulled their nude bodies flush against each other. Their hard cocks got trapped between their muscular forms and they both moaned. Stu then grabbed Cody's waist and spun him around. With his back now facing him his hand went to the back of Cody's neck and pushed him down roughly. Cody's arms caught himself on the bench in front of him.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good pretty boy," Wade said harshly.

Cody could then feel Wade's strong erection right against his tight hole. He had never done this before: no preparation. He tried to relax as much as he could. He was nervous. Then Wade slammed in. He didn't go slow or ease into it whatsoever. He pushed in to the hilt with one quick thrust. Cody yelped. The pain was unlike anything. Randy, hell even John, was bigger than Stu but they had both been relatively gentle. Wade was breathing heavily, keeping his cock fully submerged in Cody for moments. Cody didn't know what to do. He had already taken it this far. He didn't have a choice to make when Wade finally began to move. He was brutal with every thrust. Every time he pulled out till just the tip of his cock remained inside and then slammed all the way back inside. His hands gripped tightly at Cody's hips, pulling him back on to him with every thrust. Cody couldn't believe he had got himself into this situation. He still felt nothing but pain. Wade's thrusts were consistent and he never explored inside Cody to find his sweet spot. His erection was begging though. He moved one of his hands to his own cock and began to stroke himself the way he liked. Wade moved a hand and pulled Cody's short hair tightly. He leaned his head down to Cody's as pulled, Cody's neck snapping backwards roughly.

"You like getting fucked like this, huh?!" He said roughly.

He threw Cody's head forward and leaned back up. Cody didn't know if he was supposed to respond. He didn't have anything to say. Wade sped up his thrusts now, slamming all the way in, hard, rapidly. The quick friction was finally pleasuring Cody. He jerked himself quicker and harder. Within moments he moaned and came all over the bench. He didn't have time to catch his breath as Wade then pulled out of him, grabbed him, spun him around, and pushed him back on to the bench. He stared up at Wade confused. He began to jerk off his own cock now, right in front of Cody. Cody again didn't know what to do. He didn't want to do anything for Stu though. Then Wade grunted and came. His cum spurted right on to Cody's face. He was so shocked. He closed his eyes and mouth firmly. He reached around for his trunks that he knew were around somewhere. He found them and at once cleaned his face off with them. When it was safe to open his eyes Stu was looking down on him with a smirk. Cody was disgusted with him. He stood with his back to him as he began to pull clothes out of his bag.

"What's the pouting for?" his voice came from behind him. Cody just shook his head. "You wanted this."

"No," Cody said without turning to look at him. "That… That wasn't I thought you wanted. You said you cared."

Wade laughed. "Yeah, I cared. I cared about fucking that hot ass."

Cody then turned back to him with an appalled look on his face.

"Get over it, pretty boy. Not every man out there is gonna pamper you like your man Randy did."

When Cody walked away he remembered the time he and Randy had made love in the showers and he told him about fucking like the kind he just did. He then realized he wasn't so much disgusted with Stu as he was disgusted with himself.