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Cody was holding his phone in his hand. He had his and Nick's message thread pulled up. His thumbs were hovering over the screen. He wasn't sure how long he'd been like this. He had no idea where to start. Just be honest.

"From Cody:

Hey Nick. About what happened, I'm really sorry. I guess I'm still dealing with everything that's happened to me and you've been such an awesome friend this whole time, that I just got confused. I know that we're just friends and I shouldn't have done that. If you don't already hate me I promise that it won't happen again."

Cody had told himself that that would be the hardest part; he told himself wrong. This was the hardest part: waiting. He hoped Nick wasn't busy or away from his phone. The anticipation would have killed him if so. He needed to know if he was forgiven, if they were still friends. Nick was his best friend right now and having someone that close was a necessity right now. Dolph always took his mind off of all the other crap, even in a friendly, platonic way. When his phone vibrated in his hand he instantly opened the new text message.

"From Nick Nemeth:

Yeah, it's fine man. Shit happens. We're cool. Don't worry"

Cody was slightly relieved but still apprehensive.

"From Cody:

Are you sure?"

It's totally fine if he is mad. I'd deserve it. I'd rather just have it out now than let it linger.

"From Nick Nemeth:

Yes. Quit worrying"

"From Cody:

I know you're awesome and all but you don't have to be right now. You're entitled to be mad at me."

"From Nick Nemeth:

Oh I'm mad alright"

Cody was upset by his revelation but accepting. He had messed up; he would deal with the consequence.

"From Cody:

You are? Again, I'm really sorry. I just wasn't even thinking."

"From Nick Nemeth:

I'm mad you left me hanging for a week and I had to watch the roast by myself last night"

Cody's mouth parted slightly and his tongue dug into his teeth after reading the text. He's unbelievable. Always the comedian.

"From Cody:

You're a jerk."

"From Nick Nemeth:

You're the one who kissed me :P"

Cody's face fell in his palm.

"From Cody:

Please don't tell me that is going to become a running joke now."

"From Nick Nemeth:

No, that was the only one lol"

Cody shook his head.

"From Cody:

No it wasn't."

"From Nick Nemeth:

No, prbly not"

"From Cody:

Can we please just pretend it never happened?"

"From Nick Nemeth:

Yeah, we can"

Cody could physical feel a weight being lifted from his shoulders.

"From Cody:

Thank you. So I'll see you tonight at the arena?"

"From Nick Nemeth:

Yesssir"

…

Randy, John, Stephen and TJ were all sitting at a catering table together eating.

Randy and John had been able to avoid direct conversation with each other since their last encounter. Today was no different. They just talked to their coworkers about the food, the business, the next pay per view. That was until Stephen and TJ both left simultaneously. Neither man knew what to do now that they were alone together. An awkward silence took over the table.

"So I heard the divorce is done with," Randy said, conversationally.

"Yeah, finally. We just settled to get it over with."

"I probably would've done the same thing."

"Yeah. You know, I was ready to just close out that chapter of my life. Start anew, if you would."

"Yeah," Randy nodded.

"So in that vain, I wanted to know if you wanted to go out with me. Like a real date. Just put the past in the past and see what could be now." He eyed Randy with a seriousness that was rare for someone as humorous as John. Randy matched his gaze while trying to come up with the best thing to say.

"I can't," was all he could come up with on the spot.

John looked down at the table until he spoke again. "Is it because of Cody still? Because time has passed, I'm sure he's moved on some."

"No, it's not just about Cody now—"

"Then what is it about?"

Randy sighed. He looked around to make sure no one was with in earshot and then leaned in closer to John. He spoke just above a whisper, "I'm kinda with someone."

John leaned in too and mocked the other man's voice, "Who are you kinda with?"

Randy sighed again. He knew the absurdity of what he was about to say. "Phil."

John leaned back as his eyes widened. He didn't say anything. He just stared at Randy, trying to determine if he was being serious. "Brooks?" Randy nodded. "CM Punk?" Randy again nodded. "The straight edge indy guy? The guy you argue with and yell at on a regular basis?" Randy continued to nod. John paused again. "What the fuck?"

Randy shook his head. "I don't know. It just sorta happened. It's really new. We're just seeing where it goes."

John slouched back in his chair. "You two are fucking weird," he said as he resumed eating his meal.

"That's fair," Randy said, doing the same.

…

"Cody."

Cody turned when he heard his name called. He couldn't discern the voice and the hall he was currently walking in was crowded. Seconds later Bryan appeared from the flock of WWE employees with a smile on his face.

"What's up?" Cody said.

Bryan and he continued walking in the same direction. "Do you have any plans tonight?"

…I'm not sure. He and Nick had talked about the kiss and made it seem like everything would be okay, but he was certain there would still be some awkward moments to occur. Maybe it would be best if we didn't hang out tonight. "No, I don't."

"Awesome. We should hang out at the hotel after the show."

Cody shrugged. "Cool. What did you want to do?"

"Just hang out. Watch bad late night TV, whatever."

"You could finally show me that song you're on," Cody said.

Daniel laughed. "Yeah, maybe"

…

John spotted CM Punk later that night warming up by guerilla. Both men were to be part of the main event segment that night. He walked up next to him and began stretching.

"Hey Punk."

Punk continued his warm up. "John," he nodded.

"Excited for tonight?"

"For more of this John Laurinitis story crap? No. I swear all the boos are getting to his head. He actually thinks he's a good heel."

John laughed. "I didn't just mean for the end of Raw."

"How did you mean?"

"I don't know. Maybe you're hanging out with someone after the show. Someone special," John grinned.

Punk stopped and stared at John sternly. "I don't sure what you're talking about."

John stopped too. "Don't worry. You guys didn't get caught or anything," John stopped to look around. No one was within hearing range. "Randy told me."

Phil at once continued his warm up. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said plainly.

"Okaaay—" John started sarcastically.

"I don't. Now can I finish my warm up in peace?"

John nodded even though Punk wasn't even looking at him and continued his own warm up.

…

Hours after Raw had finished Randy was traveling through the halls of their hotel. Punk hadn't responded to his last couple texts about meeting him in his room, so he was going to his. He figured he had his headphones on or his face was shoved in a comic. He found his way to Punk's room and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" the familiar voice came.

"Me," Randy said simply. He heard movement from inside the room. "Were you expecting someone else?" Randy asked playfully.

The door opened up to a cold and stoic face on Phil. "I wasn't expecting anyone," he said flatly.

Randy's brow arched at him. "What's wrong?"

"Come in." Punk turned and walked away with out waiting on a response. Randy followed him, closing the door behind himself. Punk turned back to him, standing at the foot of the bed. "What did you tell John?"

"Oh. Um. Nothing. Just that I was kind of with someone. Then he asked who so…"

"So you just told him?! You just told someone I work with a very personal thing about me without even asking or talking to me about it?"

"It's not just some coworker. It's John. He's a friend. We can trust him."

"He's you friend! You trust him!"

Randy didn't see the problem. He had only told John. He made sure no one else had heard. "I just—"

"And you and John aren't just friends, right? You two used to be a thing?"

Randy shook his head. He didn't want this to be an issue again, like it was with Cody. "Yeah. Ages ago. Like OVW, early WWE days."

"So why would he be the one person you told about us? If he is!"

"He is! I only told him because…" He knew the rest of this story wasn't going to work in his favor.

"Because why?"

Randy sighed. "He asked me out."

"Out? Like on a date?"

Randy nodded.

"You all haven't been together for years and he just randomly asked you out?"

Shit. Randy knew that with every answer he was looking worse and worse. "We haven't been together, no, but we… we have slept together."

"Recently? Like after you and Cody split?" He slept with me just after they broke up. How many people did he fuck in such a short time span?

"Not exactly." Phil just stared at him blankly when he didn't continue. "While I was with Cody. It was part of the reason we ended it."

Phil's hands roamed his face and his head of short hair as he processed. Randy just stood and watched him. He didn't want to push or prod him. He knew he had just put a lot out there for him to think about. Does he not trust me now?

Punk wasn't ready for all of this. He had been pissed at Randy for telling John about them all night. The only thing that had him mad was that Randy had told someone something so serious without any regard for how he'd feel. Now knowing that John was someone he had been with and been with recently made him uneasy. Then came the extra nail in the coffin that he had cheated on Cody with John. Him and Cody had been serious and had been together for a couple years as far as he knew. Why would he cheat on Cody with John, and then not be with John? Why would he sleep with me, and want to be with me? Punk couldn't answer any of these questions. There were too many. It was too much.

"Can you go?"

Randy's mouth dropped open. "What?"

"I want you to go."

Randy couldn't believe this. What does that mean? "Phil, can't we just talk about this?"

"I don't want to right now. Right now I want you to leave me alone so I can think about things. About this, about us."

"I…" Randy trailed off. He didn't know what else to say. He didn't think he'd be able to convince Punk to do anything he didn't want to do. He was stubborn like that. He nodded at the older man and left the room. Punk crept on to the bed and crashed his head in his hands. What just happened?

…

"Go fish," Bryan said. He and Cody were sitting at a table in Cody's hotel room. They'd been playing card games for a couple hours.

"I can't believe we're playing go fish right now," Cody smiled and shook his head.

Bryan laughed. "It's an underrated past time."

"I seriously don't think I've played this since I was like fifteen."

"You've been missing out! Me and the other guys would always play cards when we needed to kill time at shows."

Cody nodded. "Ah."

"But I guess you've always had other things to do," he said with a wink.

Cody looked up at him when he said this. He had been waiting all night for an opportunity to bring up the conversation he had overheard between Bryan and Punk. "Look, I've been meaning to ask you about something."

"Ask me about what?"

"Last week at Raw, I overheard what you and Punk were talking about."

"Oh."

"Yeah… So I… Well do you think they are? Do you think Randy and Phil are together?"

He nodded slowly. "I think so. But you would know better than me really. Would Randy just randomly befriend him, after all the shit they've put each other through for years?"

Cody stared at the ceiling as he thought. "No. I don't think so." When he looked down back down at Daniel, pain was etched all over his face.

Moments later, Bryan smiled at him slightly and placed a hand on his thigh. "I'm kinda glad you heard us because I was going to ask you something too."

"What?"

"I know I still miss Punk and so I figured you must still be upset about Randy. So I…" The hand on Cody's thigh began to gently rub up and down. "I don't know. I thought maybe we could help each other out. Comfort each other for a while."

Cody looked at him questioningly as he thought about what was being asked.

"It's just that we both get along, we both got sorta screwed over by them, and now they've moved on while we're still alone and lonely," Daniel continued.

Cody thought. We do get along. He is cute. I still miss Randy. I still miss just being with someone. Maybe he's right. Maybe we could comfort each other for a while. Null the pain. And I trust him. He won't be like Stu. Cody nodded.

Daniel smiled widely. "Yes?"

"Yeah," Cody smiled.

Bryan leaned across the table and caught Cody's lips in a quick kiss. Cody was taken back at first by the immediacy but he returned the kiss. It felt different. Daniel had a pretty thick beard and Randy had only ever had a light scruff. The hair created a friction against Cody's mouth. He was still trying to get used to it when he felt Bryan's tongue caress his lips. Cody pushed his tongue out to meet his. The two tongues played with each other, moving against one another at a steady pace. Cody felt his cock growing harder. Daniel's hand was still on his thigh and it now moved up to cover the denim-covered erection. He rubbed Cody's member and continued their tongue's dancing. It elicited a moan from Cody, causing him to break the kiss. Both of their eyes were lust filled when the contacted each other. Both were breathing heavily. Bryan grinned at him. Cody instantly returned it with one of his own.

Daniel stood from his chair. He grabbed Cody by the hand and pulled him up out of his. His hands fell to Cody's waist and he leaned up to place one small kiss on Cody's lips. He pulled Cody's shirt up off of him. Cody raised his hands up in assistance. He kissed Cody again, on the lips, then moved down to his jawline, then to his neck. Cody reached for Daniel's shirt then, and they threw it off and on to the floor as well. They both grabbed at each other's bare skin as they kissed again, this time more heatedly. Their bodies pressed up against each other, their hands pulled at each other's backs, their crotches grinded up against each other.

It was Daniel who pulled back this time. "I want you," he said, looking up at the taller man.

"Yeah," Cody breathed. "I want you too."

Bryan chuckled. "No, Cody." He cupped Cody's erection with his hand and rubbed it again. He looked up at Cody deliberately. "I want you."

Cody stared back into him realizing what he was saying. "Oh." He didn't speak as Bryan kept palming him. "Um… I uh… Ha. This is kind of embarrassing."

"What is it?"

"I've never… With... I never topped."

"That's okay," Bryan said, his hand never wavering in its ministrations, "You know what you like. Just do what he did."

Cody nodded. Daniel's hand moved and unbuttoned and unzipped Cody's jeans. His thumbs hooked the edge of them and the boxers underneath and pulled them both down in one motion. They pooled around Cody's ankles. He stood still. He was still thinking about what he was about to do. You know what you like. Daniel moved on to his own pants and discarded them on to the floor. He looked over at Cody and admired him. He was so lean and chiseled. His cock was hard and upright. Bryan's hand reached for it. He grabbed it tight and began stroking it. His thumb massaged the tip on every upstroke. Just do what he did. Cody grabbed Daniel by the waist and with the slightest force pushed him on to the bed. Daniel looked at him a little shocked by his turn in attitude and Cody looked back at him wearing a newfound confidence. He walked to the bathroom and returned in seconds with a bottle of lotion. He tossed it on to the bed and climbed up onto it himself. The two met standing on their knees in the middle of the bed and kissed once more. Their naked bodies were flush. The erections were pressed tight together. Their lust turned the kiss wild, both just trying to devour the other.

Moments later, Cody's hands rested on Daniel's waist. He pulled back from their make out and instantly rotated Daniel's body. Daniel obliged, and allowed his torso to be pushed down. He rested on all fours, his ass out, with Cody just behind him. Cody grabbed the lotion and applied it to his fingers. He knelt down and began rubbing circles on Bryan's hole. Cody kept dancing through his own memories. He just did everything he remembered Randy doing to him. He gently pressed one finger just barely inside of Daniel. He felt the tight ring of muscle envelop the finger. Daniel sighed. Cody pushed the finger further and further in. It was so incredibly tight. He had no idea. He had played with himself but that's entirely different: you couldn't get this deep at any angle. Once his finger was in to the hilt he pushed it and out. He repeated it again and again. He knew the friction was amazing. He added another finger and continued the process. Daniel moaned at every addition.

Daniel craned his neck to look back and Cody and nodded at him. Cody nodded back. He removed his hand from inside of Bryan. He put lotion on his erection and stroked it. He moved behind the smaller man. His cock head was pressed right against Bryan's entrance. He couldn't believe this was about to happen. For the first time. His hands grabbed Daniel's waist tightly. He cautiously pushed his hips forward. His breached. They both moaned. Cody continued in. He had no idea how tight it was. He pushed further and slowly. When he was all the way inside, his groin pressed tight up against Daniel's ass, he rested. He took it in. It was so tight and hot around his cock. It was amazing. Did Randy feel this every time? Daniel was moaning uncontrollably. He hadn't been fucked in so long. He missed the feeling of having someone inside him. He missed all of it. He pressed back against Cody slightly. Cody caught on. He slowly pulled out slightly and then back in. He angled differently at every push in. He knew he needed to find Daniel's spot to set him on fire. His exploratory thrusts were shallow. He was still getting used to having a vice grip on his cock and knew he wouldn't last long. He broke it in a hot sweat. He pushed in one more time and Daniel's entire back arched. Cody knew he found it. He pulled out and pushed back in quickly at the same angle. Then he speed up. His hips plunged back and forth. The friction was amazing.

"Oh God," he moaned. He leaned down pressing his firm chest to Daniel's back, trapping both of their body heat. Daniel's hand found his own untouched erection and pumped it hard and fast. Cody's pace didn't waver as he continued to hit Bryan's prostate every time. Cody kissed at Daniel's jaw, nibbled on his earlobe and sucked on his neck. He needed this to be as good for Bryan as it was for him; that's how Randy had always done it. He succeeded. Daniel came in no time. Cody couldn't believe it, but Daniel clutched around him even tighter as he had his orgasm. It took one more thrust in to the tight channel before his climax tore through him. He came with a gasp and Daniel collapsed underneath him.

Cody stayed on top of him panting until his softened member slipped from inside of him. He rolled off of Bryan and they both laid on their stomachs and looked at each other breathing heavily. They kissed one more time before their exhaustion caught up with them completely.