AN: Another slow update. I know, I'm the worst. Unfortunately classes have now started back up so updates will be more stretched out. I'll do my best though! Enjoy

"It's time for you to go to your room," Phil said.

A yawn escaped his mouth just after. He was sitting up against the head board of his bed. He checked the time on his iphone and then placed it on the bedside table. He looked out the window on the side of the hotel room. It was pitch black out save for the nearly perfect crescent moon in the sky. He turned back to the television. A movie had just gone off and now an infomercial for some vacuum was on.

"It's not even that late."

Punk turned to look at Randy Orton sitting on the bed just next to him. He looked as tired as Punk felt. As he studied the other man's features it dawned on him just how familiar those features had become to him. They had spent nearly every night post Raw together for the last couple weeks. Tonight however was a Sunday. They had finished the Hell in a Cell pay-per-view a couple of hours ago.

"It's 4:03 actually."

Randy sighed. "I'm too tired to move."

"Two seconds ago it wasn't even that late."

Randy chuckled. Then his and Phil's eyes found each other and Randy honed in on the hazel orbs. "Maybe I just don't want to leave."

Punk fought a smirk. His head fell towards a tilt. "You know the deal. We're just hanging out."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Seeing where things go."

"I know."

"Seeing if we even like each other as human beings."

The signature cocky smirk of the Viper appeared. "So… Is it working?"

Phil's face scrunched up in confusion. "What?"

"Do you like me yet?"

This time Punk couldn't help but smile. He rolled his eyes at the other man's confidence. "I'd like you more if you'd let me sleep."

"I'm not stopping you."

"Randy."

Randy sighed. "I know, I know." He swung his body around letting his legs hang off the side of the bed. "We're taking it slow. I got it." He slowly got to see his feet.

Phil watched from his still position. His body was instantly colder from the loss of his closeness. "It's what's best." Isn't it?

"Right," Randy said plainly. He turned back to look at Phil when he was just a couple of steps away from the door. "So I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," Punk said. Randy turned and walked towards the door. Punk's eyes practically burnt holes in his back. He stared at his broad shoulders, how his t-shirt clung tightly to his frame, how his dark skin contrasted with the shirt's light color, how his ink trailed his eyes all up and down his arms. "Wait." Punk was out of the bed, on his feet and behind Orton in an instant. He turned Randy around and pulled him into a tight embrace. His arms slid around that strong back. Randy was shocked. He smiled widely behind Punk's face. He wrapped his arms the smaller man's waist and hugged him back just as tight. Punk definitely wasn't cold anymore. He felt nothing but heat. In more ways than one. How much he didn't want to return to the cold scared him. But it's for the best. He slowly started to retreat. Randy followed his lead until they were separated and now just standing inches from each other.

"You do like me," Randy's deep voice came.

"Shut up." They smiled at each other. "Good night Randy."

"Good night."

…

Bryan was sitting at a table backstage at Raw when he saw Punk. He was passing through the catering area and when he disappeared down one hallway Bryan took off after him.

"Phil," he called after he got closer.

The other man turned back to face him. "Oh hey Bryan. What's going on?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing," he said, followed by an awkward chuckle.

"What's that?"

"It's just, you know… Where have you been lately? We haven't, uh, hung out at all in a while."

"Oh," Phil shrugged. "I've just been, I don't know, busy I guess."

"Busy?"

"Yeah."

Daniel stared at him questioningly and Punk looked back at him confused. After a delayed silence Bryan said, "Are you fucking Orton now?"

Punk's eyes widened and he looked around to assure that they were alone. "What? No. Where the fuck did you even get that from?"

"I've seen you two hanging out is all."

"So obviously we must be having sex," Phil said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Well… it's you and Randy! You two don't even get along."

"So I repeat: obviously we must be having sex. Things change. People change."

"I…" Bryan trailed off.

"Look, I need to go tape my wrists up before my match starts. I'll talk to you later," Punk said before walking away.

He walked right past an intersection with another hallway. He didn't see Cody standing there around the corner; where he had overheard their entire conversation. He leaned back against the wall and stared up at the ceiling. He bit his bottom lip as he raced back through everything the other two had said.

…

Randy opened his hotel room door later that night to find Phil standing there. He was clad in the usual gym shorts, t-shirt and hoody. Randy himself was in jeans and a t-shirt. Both of them slightly smiled at each other. Randy wordlessly stepped to the side and the other man walked in.

"You know what occurred to me today?" he said as he walked past him.

"Hmm?"

"We've been hanging out like, what, four weeks? And you haven't drunk once in those four weeks."

Randy's face stilled as he thought. "Yeah, I guess so."

Punk threw on a cheesy grin. "I'm a positive influence."

"They probably have some of those little bottles in the fridge," Randy said as he walked towards the mini refrigerator in the room.

"No," Phil said as he ran right in between Randy and the fridge, "No." Randy attempted to reach around the other man but Phil body blocked him completely. "You're not allowed to drink with me."

Randy's eyes narrowed at him. "Are you telling me what to do?"

"Bet your ass I am."

At that very moment Randy wanted to grab the other man, throw him on the bed, and pounce on top of him. He knew he wasn't supposed to so he instead chuckled and shook his head. He thought about that: about how Phil himself turned him on now. It wasn't just his lean form, his hazel eyes, his messy but somehow perfect scruff; who he was was a turn on.

"What?"

Punk's words had brought him back into the room he didn't know he had dazed out of. Punk was leaning back against a table on the wall looking at him. "It's nothing," Randy said.

"Oh come on. You were deep in some thought." Neither spoke for a few moments. "Daydreaming about being somewhere else? Somewhere with booze or—"

"Never," Randy interjected. "It's just… I do."

"You do what, Randy? I am many things, telepathic is not one of them."

"What we talked about last night," he looked up to make eye contact with Phil. "Seeing if we like each other. I do. Like you."

"Oh." More silent moments followed. Punk was surprised. Not only did Randy have feelings for him, he was completely open and honest about it. The two used to rarely converse at all and when they did they were only negative to each other. It had been a couple weeks now but it was still new.

"Do you?" Randy asked. His eye contact and tone were still strong and confident. "Do you like me?"

Phil looked down from those steely blue eyes and at his own feet. I don't know. He knew he was attracted to Randy, he knew he liked those arms, those eyes, that jaw line, that sculpted… everything. He knew he liked the way Randy made him feel, the way he looked at him so endearingly, how comforting his deep voice could be, how he always seemed to be warm. Does that mean I like him, though?

"Phil," that deep voice came.

He looked back into his eyes. It was unbelievable how confident his face could look while still showing an air of questioning. "I don't know."

"Ok," Randy nodded.

"This is just still so weird for me. Not only are you a man, you're Randal Keith Orton."

"Why's me being a man weird for you?"

Punk stared at him blankly. "I'm not attracted to men! Or at least I wasn't…"

"Till Bryan."

"Till Bryan? No, until you."

"Weren't you fucking him?"

"Yeah. But it wasn't an attraction thing. There were no feelings involved at all. It was just a release."

"Oh… I didn't know that."

"Yeah. And then that day in the locker room you kissed me and… I felt something. Even while I was pissed at you and we weren't talking I felt it. I was attracted to you. I wanted you regardless of your gender or who you were, and that's not me. That's shallow and promiscuous! That's not who I am, I'm better than that!"

"So we waited. And now I don't want to just fuck you. I care about you. I like being around you. I like that you have your values and ideals and how much they mean to you. That inspires me to want to be a better person. I want to be a better person for you! Me! Randy Orton! I'm the crazy, careless, son of a bitch, asshole. And now, here I am. So it just comes down to that one question Phil: do you like me or not?"

Punk didn't say anything. He processed everything Randy said. It amplified everything he already knew he liked about him. He didn't say anything as he slowly walked towards the bigger man. He was still silent when he was standing just inches in front of him. He didn't speak as his hands reached on to the back of Randy's neck. He said nothing as he tilted his own head up and brought the other's down. Their lips slowly met again. It was different then their first two encounters. This wasn't rushed. It wasn't rough. Their lips moved against each other's gently. Getting to know the feeling of each other intimately. Randy's hands found a resting place on Phil's hips. Punk's tongue slid across the outside of Randy's lips slightly. He let the elder take the lead and opened his mouth for him. He at once recalled the taste of Punk. The taste that he had missed so badly. As Punk explored he got lost in the incredible heat that was Randy Orton. He felt as if he was on fire. He relished in the flames. When Randy felt he had been dormant long enough he began to move his tongue against the other's. The flames got bigger. Randy began to coax his tongue backwards. Punk obliged and allowed him exploration's of his own. The longer it lasted, the hungrier it became. Randy wanted to taste all he could. Punk wanted all the heat Randy could give. They craved it. They were beginning to need it.

Neither knew how long they had been like that. They were both so lost in each other. Punk began to slowly pull back. When their lips parted Randy looked down at him. Both of their eyes were lust filled. They rested their foreheads against each other as both breathed heavily. Their eyes never left each other.

"Told you you liked me," Randy spoke finally.

"I'm in this. Whatever this is, I'm in, but we still need to take it slow. Okay?"

"Okay."

Randy moved down and placed one more peck on Phil's lips.

…

Cody couldn't stop looking over at Dolph. They were sitting on the edge of a hotel bed playing Mortal Kombat on an Xbox 360. He kept losing due to the distraction. Ever since he had realized his feelings were there for Nick, he couldn't think of anything else. That was until earlier that evening when he overheard that Randy may have been moving on. Which only made it worse for him. It made him feel more alone, and the more alone he felt the more he clung on to whatever feelings he did have. And those feelings just happened to be for his straight friend.

"Cody, you suck tonight."

He jerked his head back to the screen to see he had again lost. "Oh. Yeah. I guess I do." He dropped the controller and pushed himself back to rest his back on the headboard.

"What's wrong?" Nick asked, spinning around on the bed to face him.

"Nothing."

"Yeah right. Your pouty lip is out."

Cody attempted to normalize his face. "I don't have a pouty lip."

"But you so do."

Cody kept his face as still as he could.

"And now you look like a statue."

Cody gave up on his attempts.

"So what's up?"

"It really is nothing."

"I can't help if you don't tell me."

"I didn't ask for your help."

"I don't care if you asked for it, you're getting it anyway."

Cody couldn't handle it. Nick being there, saying these things to him, was too much for him right now. He shook his head and shot off the bed. He walked past Dolph towards the door. He was stopped by a hand on his wrist. He turned back to see his friend standing just behind him. His expression asked the question he was thinking. Cody stared at a random point on the ceiling as he tried to calm himself down. Dolph didn't move. His hand didn't move. His expression didn't change. It was all just too much. Before Cody even knew what he was doing his lips were crashing into Nick's. Once his mind caught up, he was too caught up in the feeling to care. He continued to press his lips to his friend's. As soon as it had begun, two hands pushed Cody back at his chest and ended it.

"Woah… Cody…"

There were no words. Cody couldn't find a single word. He gave up his search in only seconds and quickly turned and exited the room.