AN: Holy long chapter! This took me like all week to write! lol I hope you like

Randy knocked on the door of the tour bus in front of him. He looked around behind himself again. He was behind an arena. The sun was high in the sky. He squinted as he looked up at it and then heard the door swing open. He spun back around and tried to refocus his eyes. He blinked a couple of times and then CM Punk came into vision.

"Were you staring at the sun? They were supposed to teach you to not do that as a child."

"Well I didn't mean to. I was just looking around and then the sun was there."

Punk shook his head at him and retreated back into the bus. Randy followed in after him.

"Are you excited for tonight?" Randy asked as he walked up the steps in the bus. They were in Baltimore for the night's Tables, Ladders and Chairs pay-per-view.

"I'm ecstatic for tonight. The first pay-per-view without John in who knows how many years." Punk took a seat on the couch.

"He's not even coming. He's home in Boston," Randy said and sat right next to Phil.

"Good," he smiled.

"Don't be such a dick."

"I'm not!" Punk said. "It's not like I'm cheering for the fact that he isn't here. It's huge for the company and the rest of the roster to show that we can do a pay-per-view without him."

"It's a big opportunity. For you."

"And the fans are gonna love it. Half of them are sick of him."

Randy smiled. "It's a big opportunity for you. It's okay to say it."

"It is for you too!"

Randy laughed loudly. "Don't tease me. You took my number two spot a long time ago and now your gunning for John's top spot. It's okay for you to admit it. I don't care."

Punk smiled. "Fine. I want to show that I can get the company through a pay-per-view without him. I do."

"And you will," Randy said. He put a hand on Punk's leg and rubbed it gently. Punk leaned in and Randy's lips met his half way. Their kiss was slow and sweet. Randy's tongue pulled at Punk's lip ring, causing Punk to smile into the kiss. Punk's phone then made a noise. They slowly pulled away from each other, their eyes meeting at once.

"Hand me that," Punk said, there faces still just inches apart.

Randy turned his head around. Punk's phone was on the table in front of them, on the side too far away for him to reach. Randy grabbed and brought it towards Punk. While it was in his hand he looked down at it and saw a text message from Bryan Danielson. "Why did Bryan text you?" He asked as Punk grabbed the phone from his hand.

"We were talking about tonight. Big night for him too. He's cashing in the briefcase."

Randy stared at him wordlessly as he texted on his phone. When he put the phone back down he turned back and saw Randy's stare. "What?"

Randy paused and thought before he spoke. "You're texting Bryan now?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be? We're friends."

"Friends that used to fuck," Randy snapped.

Punk's eyebrows arched for a millisecond. "Wow. Okay."

"What?"

"I can't believe you're going to act like some kind of jealous girlfriend right now."

Randy's brow turned stern at his words.

"Or a jealous whatever," Punk said. "Just don't."

"You didn't even tell me you two were talking."

"Because I don't tell you every time I text one of my friends."

"You haven't stuck your dick in every friend you text."

"No, not every one of them."

"Fuck off," Randy said and pushed himself back on the couch, creating space between the two.

"I just don't see the problem Randy. Do you not trust me?"

Silence over took the bus. Punk searched Randy's eyes for an answer. "No. No, that's not it."

"Then what?" Punk said, his voice finally rising.

Randy didn't answer. The two just stared at each other. Anger resided in both of their eyes.

"Why are we doing this now? Today? This is supposed to be my day. My pay-per-view."

Randy was on his feet the next instant. "Fine. Don't let me ruin it." He quickly set for the door.

"Randy!"

He ignored Punk's call and kept walking.

"Randy!"

His call was answered by the sound of his tour bus door slamming shut.

…

"From: Matt Cardona

that match was siiiick. Wait up for me, im on my way to the locker room"

Cody smiled at the text and put his phone back in his bag on the bench in front of him. Cody's match with Booker T had ended just minutes ago. He was still in full ring gear and shined with a mixture of oil and sweat from the match. He had his intercontinental title strapped around his waist. He and Matt had been texting for the last couple weeks and had gotten a little closer. Matt had a great match that night too. He had won the United States Championship from Nick. Cody found himself really happy for his friend.

"Cody!"

Cody turned around and Matt was standing there smiling widely. He too was still in full ring gear and his own title strapped around his waist. "We're champs!"

Cody smiled back. "We are. Congratulations man. You and Nick were awesome out there. The crowd was loving it."

"Thanks bro! And you! You were out there with Booker! You had a great match with a legend! That's insane!" Zack walked towards Cody as he spoke.

"Thank you. We should do something tonight. We need to celebrate."

"You know it!" Zack was now standing right in front of Cody, both on either side of the bench.

Cody had his hands in his bag rummaging for things. "I'm sure you know all the good spots in town."

"Yeah. But we could celebrate without going out."

"Yeah, we could. Anything you want. This is your night." Cody said, still looking through his bag.

Zack got a grin as he looked at Cody more intently. "Anything I want?"

"Of course," Cody said, still looking down.

"Cody," Zack said.

"Yeah?"

"Cody!" Zack repeated.

"What?" Cody said finally looking up. He saw the intent and lust in his friend's eyes then. "Oh."

Zack's hands clasped around the back of Cody's neck and pulled his face into his. Their lips met. Their kiss was heated. Their mouths moved against each other's quickly. They got to know the feeling of each other's lips all over at once. When Cody felt Zack's tongue caress his top lip he pulled back. Zack looked at him questioningly with their foreheads still pressed together and his hands still on Cody. Cody eyes motioned towards the door. Zack grinned. He placed one kiss on Cody's lip and then darted towards the locker room door. Cody watched him and felt his erection grow. Matt is cute. He was in great shape and dark. Matt locked the door and then paced back towards Cody. Cody reached for him as he got closer, grabbing him by the sides of his title and pulling their bodies together. Matt's grabbed both sides of Cody's face and continued their heated kiss. The heat was intensified with the full on contact now. Their naked, muscular, firm torsos were flush against each other. Their tongues began to duel. Cody pulled at Matt's back. Matt's mouth moved to Cody's jaw. He kissed. He licked. He sucked.

"You look so hot post match," he said between worshipping Cody with his mouth. He moved down to Cody's neck. Cody placed a hand on the back of Matt's neck, pulling him closer in encouragement. "All hot and sweaty." His mouth continued down to Cody's chest. "I could lick all of it."

Cody had all that he could take of Matt's worship. He pulled his head back up and kissed him with more passion than before. He at once explored all over Zack's mouth with his tongue. Zack sucked on it in response. Cody pulled back and gasped.

"I need you. Now." Cody dropped to his knees and began pulling off Matt's boots. He assisted, picking his feet up. With them off he then puled down the other man's trunks, freeing Matt's hard cock. Cody grabbed it at the base with one hand and began to stroke it slow and firm. His other hand landed on Ryder's bare thigh and rubbed the smooth, tan skin there. After jerking him for a while his hands moved to the US title still on the now naked Zack Ryder. Matt's hands stopped his.

"Leave it on," Zack said through a wicked grin.

Cody smiled up at him. Zack grabbed him by his arm and pulled him back up. He then dropped to his knees and returned the favor to Cody. When he was stripped of everything except his own title, Zack grabbed Cody's erection. He looked up at Cody as he stuck his tongue out and licked all up and down the underside of Cody's cock. Cody groaned at the sensation. Zack then opened his mouth and engulfed all of Cody's girth. Cody's hands at once grasped at the short hair on the back of Matt's head. Matt once again showed the talent of his mouth, sucking hard all around Cody. His mouth moved up and down the length, keeping the suction tight as possible the entire time. Cody could only take the treatment for a couple of minutes. He grabbed Zack and pulled him back up to his feet. He kissed him once quick. They then looked all up and down each other. They looked at each other's tan, firm, sweaty naked bodies still encompassed by their respective Championships. Cody grabbed Matt by the neck again and pulled their foreheads together.

"Fuck me," Cody said breathlessly.

Zack pulled Cody to the end of the bench by his title. He spun him around. He pulled his body back against his own. His hands reached around and grabbed hold of Cody's pecs. His cock was trapped right against Cody's cheeks. He grinded his hips and pulled Cody back. He kissed up and down the side of Cody's neck. He nibbled on Cody's ear lobe.

"On all fours bro," he whispered in Cody's ear.

Cody listened. He stepped on the bench in front of him. He dropped to his knees and then fell forward on to his hands. Zack was immediately right behind Cody's pert ass pushed high up in the air. He drizzled some baby oil he grabbed from a bag a moment ago on to his fingers. He pushed his index finger inside of Cody and began working it all around.

"You like that, bro?" Matt said and added another finger. Cody laughed to himself slightly. Does he ever drop that dumb character? Matt continued to stretch out his channel causing him to moan.

"Ready for me bro?" Matt asked in his signature Long Island tone.

"Yeah," Cody breathed.

The next second Cody's ass was empty and Matt's cock head was pressing against his entrance. Cody could feel the bottom of the US title resting against his bare ass. Matt began to push in. He didn't waste much time until he was fully sheathed. He paused and just rotated his hips. Cody gasped as he adjusted.

"Move," Cody said in moments.

Matt took the order to heart. He began pumping in and out of Cody's tight hole at a rapid pace. His hands had a tight grip on Cody's hips, pulling him back on to his cock at every thrust. His title bounced off his waist and against Cody's ass every time. Cody's own title rocked back and forth on his waist as Zack pounded in to him.

"Woo," Matt said after a thrust in. "Woo," another thrust, "Woo," and another.

Cody ignored him. He put all of his weight on one arm and began jacking himself off with the other one. Zack's amazing blowjob from earlier had his cock still sensitive. He set as rapid a pace on his erection as Zack had on his ass.

"I'm close," Cody gasped.

"Come for me dude," Zack said in a rough tone, his exhaustion showing. His thrusts into Cody became erratic. His continued hammering into hi urged Cody on. His hand jerked him harder and faster. He moaned uncontrollably and his orgasm tore through him.

"Siiiiiiiiiiiick," Zack yelled as too exploded, coming inside of Cody's tight heat.

Both breathed heavily as they separated and sat on the bench. They were right next to each other as Zack pulled Cody in for a slow, sensual kiss. It was short as they both needed to separate and catch their breath.

"That was awesome," Zack said.

Cody smiled. "Yeah. It was."

"That's what I call a celebration."

"Shit!" Cody said. Matt's head snapped sideways to look at Cody who was looking down. "I came on the title!" Zack looked down to see Cody's seed splattered all over the Intercontinental Championship around Cody's waist.

"That's kinda hot bro," Matt said with a laugh.

"Matt! This is my title!"

"Don't worry. I'm sure it will come off."

"It better. I can't believe I came on it."

"You have to admit it's hot though."

Cody looked up at him with a reluctant smile. "Yeah, I guess."

"Look, I'm gonna go shower now. Wanna hook back up at the hotel tonight?"

Cody nodded. "Sure."

Matt kissed him again and then began pulling his clothes back together.

…

"So how did Nick feel about dropping the title to you?" Cody asked. He and Matt were now sitting in Matt's hotel room on his bed with the night's pay-per-view on.

"He was cool. He said he was happy to give it to me."

Cody nodded. "That's good. It could've made things awkward."

Matt laughed. "You two have already got the awkward friendship thing covered, huh?"

Cody felt his cheeks get a little red. "He told you?"

"No bro, not really. He just said that you two haven't hung out in a while."

Damn, he says bro a lot. "Yeah. I kind of screwed things up with him."

"What you do?"

"I… I hope this doesn't make things weird here but I liked him. And sort of went for it."

"Awe bro, that sucks. It blows that he's straight. Do you still like him?"

Cody thought about it. "A little, I guess. Sorry."

Zack shook his head. "Don't be. It's straight. We work with a lot of really hot guys. It's impossible to only like one, you know?"

"Yeah, sure."

"I mean I've got like a mad crush on John," Matt said with a laugh.

Cody laughed in his mind as he had flashbacks of his encounters with John. "Really?"

"Yeah bro! He's so hot!"

He really does not get out of character. "He's cute."

"You're hot too though!" Zack said, and placed a hand on Cody's thigh.

Cody smiled. "Thanks."

"Wanna go again?" Zack's eyes widened and he arched his eyebrows twice suggestively.

Shit. He's not in character. He is his character. Cody didn't speak for a couple moments as his thoughts paced. He thought of al the conversations they had in the last couple of weeks, all of the texts they had sent. Cody had thought most of it was jokes. He is that cheesy long island, fist pumping, boy band loving broski. "Um, I'm actually kind of beat. I think I'm just going to go crash actually."

"Awe man. That's cool though."

Cody stood up off of the bed and Zack did the same. "I'll text you," Cody said.

"Sweet bro!" Zack said. He gave Cody a quick kiss on the lips. Cody reciprocated the kiss, half out of pity. He then pulled away. He smiled at Matt before turning and leaving the room. As he began walking down the hall he thought, I need a drink.

Minutes later he found himself just outside of the hotels bar. It was late so he was expecting it to be relatively empty. He turned into the room, and discovered he was relatively right. However there was one other person sitting at the bar. He was hunched over, a bottle of beer sitting right in front of him. Cody sighed as he up-downed the other man. It was Randy Orton. He hadn't seen Cody so his mind quickly raced through his options. I could turn and leave. I could sit at the other end of the bar but there's no way that wouldn't be awkward. If he's drunk I can't risk what happened last time. If he's not drunk it won't be so bad. I can't risk getting drunk then… but I do need a drink.

"How many have you had?"

Randy spun around at the question. Cody was taking the seat right next to his. "This is only my second."

Cody flagged down the bartender and got himself one. "Good. Drunk encounters between us don't end well."

Randy chuckled. "No. They don't."

Cody took a long sip from his beer.

"Your match tonight was great. You're doing amazing with the title," Randy said.

"Thank you. I had a good teacher once."

Randy smiled slightly into his beer bottle. "So what are you doing at a bar this late?"

Cody didn't know how much he wanted to share about his repeated rebounds. "What are you doing at a bar this late? You're the one with someone actually waiting on you at this hour."

"We got in a fight."

Cody nodded. "About what?"

"I saw… Are you sure you want to hear about this?"

"I asked."

"I saw he had been texting Bryan."

"About what?"

"… the pay-per-view."

"… and?"

"Well you know they used to fuck. And he didn't tell me they were still friends."

Cody stared at Randy pointedly.

"And did you see he tweeted that picture of them tonight?"

"Two Indy schmucks didn't do so bad," Cody remembered.

Randy shook his head in frustration.

Cody continued his pointed stare. "Randy. What do you think we are doing right now?"

"We're just…"

"Being friendly," Cody finished for him.

Randy didn't say anything. His temple just became stern as he thought.

"And Punk and Bryan weren't even a couple like we were."

"Yeah."

"And does Punk know that we… do whatever this is? That we talk?"

"No."

Cody took another sip of beer. "You don't have any reason to be mad at him Randy."

Randy hung his head. "Shit," he paused. "I guess I just got sort of jealous of Bryan."

"Why?"

"Punk and I are, uh, we haven't… we're taking things slow."

"Oh," Cody said. That actually makes me feel a little better.

"Yeah. And so naturally I made an ass out of myself."

Cody smirked slightly. "It happens."

"I'm sorry I just went on like that Cody. I'm sure you don't want to hear all of this."

"No, it's fine. I like knowing how you are. It makes me feel like not my whole entire life changed in an instant."

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes just drinking their beer.

"You dodged my question earlier," Randy said.

"What question?"

"Why you're drinking this late."

Cody nodded. "I… I just… Ha. Um…" He tried to find the words he wanted to use. "You're proving to be a hard guy to follow up."

A compliment would usually feed Randy's cocky side but his face now showed his guilt and remorse. "But now I'm thinking maybe the point is to not follow you up," Cody thought aloud. "I think I need to take sometime to be alone. Get my head straight. Find out what I want."

Randy nodded. "That could be good for you."

"I think so."

"I think I should probably go while Punk's still awake."

"You're probably right."

Randy finished off the last of his beer and stood. "Thanks for putting me in my place. You were always good at that." They smiled at each other. "Hopefully you won't have to do it again anytime soon."

"With your temper? Yeah right." They both laughed.

"Bye Cody."

Cody raised his hand in a wave.

Randy turned and left Cody alone with his beer. He made his way up to Punk's room. On the way he popped a couple of mints to get rid of his beer breath. He knew he needed to get on Phil's good side. I hope I didn't fuck things up too much already. He got to the room and knocked lightly. Punk opened the door without a word. He left it open and turned and walked back in his room. Randy followed in after him.

"I'm sorry," Randy said.

"For what?" Punk asked, turning back around to face Randy. "I still don't even know what your problem was."

"I was just blind sided. And I got jealous."

"Jealous? Of Bryan?" Randy nodded at the question. "Why the fuck would you be jealous of him?"

"Because you all fucked all the time. And now you're friends. And we've been together once and I just want you so badly."

Punk walked the distance between them and put his hands on Randy's big chest. "Randy, don't be. We'll get there eventually." His hands roamed up and down Randy's torso as he spoke. "And when we do it'll be so much better than it was with Bryan. He was literally just a hole to come in," Punk said with a slight laugh.

They made serious eye contact as Randy nodded. Punk leaned up towards the taller man and captured his lips with his. Randy kissed him back and let the elder take the dominant role. He obediently opened his mouth when Punk's tongue asked. He gently massaged his own tongue against his. He let himself be completely consumed with Punk. When his brain clicked back on he slowly pulled away from Punk's kiss.

"I talk to Cody sometimes."

Punk didn't say anything.

"We just talk. That's all. I thought you should know."

Punk nodded slowly.

"Do you trust me?" Randy asked.

Punk was still and silent for moments. Then he placed one kiss to Randy's lips. "Yes," he said against Randy's lips.

Randy instantly grabbed Punk by his sides and threw him on the bed while simultaneously jumping there himself landing on top of him in true smooth, viper like fashion. He devoured Punk's mouth and the smaller man was happy to return the favor allotted him earlier. Randy settled with one legs in between the other man's legs. His strong thigh was clad against Punk's crotch. The two kissed with mad hunger. Randy began to thrust against the firm body beneath him. Punk couldn't help but to arch his back and reciprocate the act. Randy didn't miss a beat as his mouth left Punk's and molded on to Punk's jaw.

"You were amazing tonight," Randy said. His kissed all up and down the jaw line. He sucked hard on his neck. Punk grabbed at the back of Randy's head, pulling it closer to him supportively.

"I'm proud of you," Randy said. Randy licked the length of Punk's neck. Punk moaned at the insatiable heat. Randy pulled back, rid Punk of his shirt, and molded his lips to Punk's bare chest in a split second. He kissed a line down between Punk's pecks. His fingers pulled and tweaked at Punk's nipples. Randy dragged his tongue all the way down Punk's chest to his navel. Punk closed his eyes and just threw his head back into the pillow. Randy licked the circumference of Punk's belly button repeatedly. He then kissed down to the top of Punk's shorts. He grabbed the waistband of the shorts and began to pull them down.

Punk's head shot off the bed and looked down at the younger. "Randy!"

Randy stopped at once. He launched his body back on top of Phil's. He held himself directly above Punk, pressing their chests together. He dove down right next to Punk's head. He kissed the skin right next to his ear. "I just want to taste you," his deep voice whispered into Phil's ear.

The next second he was right back in his original position, now pulling Punk's shorts and boxers off in one fail swoop. He eyed Punk's hard cock hungrily. He grabbed it firmly at the base. He slowly stroked the length a couple of times. Punk couldn't take his eyes off of the scene. Randy's large warm hand was wrapped tightly around his cock. He was staring at it with pure lust and hunger. The feeling of being needed so greatly over took Punk. Randy slowly moved his head closer to the object of his desire. His beautiful blue eyes were now locked on Punk's hazels. That hot tongue that Punk craved reappeared. Randy pressed it to the base. He licked up to the tip at a torturingly slow pace. He lavished his tongue all the way around the head. Punk and Randy's eyes never left each other. Randy's tongue then just as slowly licked all the way back down to the base. The harsh temperature difference on Punk's cock from Randy's scorching hot tongue and the cold room air was excruciating.

"Randy! Fuck! I need—"

Before he could finish his entire cock was inside of Randy's scorching mouth. His sentence was finished by a loud gasp. His hand's instantly clutched at the back of Randy's neck. He knew this was going to be fast. Randy's flush lips started at once with an incredibly tight suction. He immediately bobbed his head up and down around Punk's cock at a rapid pace. Punk moaned continuously, trying to not break the powerful eye contact. The wetness, the heat, the tightness, the speed all became too much. With a groan Punk's eyes forced shut and he threw his head back. Randy's arm landed on Punk's torso. His hand landed on one of Punk's pecs. He firmly squeezed and tugged at it. He continued his actions on Punk's girth in earnest.

"Randy! I!... I!..."

Randy moaned around his cock in approval. Seconds later he exploded. He shot his load into Randy's heavenly mouth. Randy swallowed every bit of it. He slowed his actions, pulling every last bit out of Punk. When he was finished Punk pulled him back up to his mouth and kissed him. He at once tasted himself on Randy's tongue. He felt closeness in a whole new way.

"You have far too many clothes on," Punk said between deep breaths.

"My cock is killing me right now," Randy smiled down at the face just below his. "You looked so incredible. Hot and moaning."

Punk smiled back. "You were amazing. I've never…" Punk shook his head. Then he grinned. "It's your turn."

He flipped them over. He pulled off Randy's shirt. He freed Randy's erection from his jeans. He knew that this needed to be quick. Randy needs to get off. He stared at Randy's hard length more in awe than in lust.

"Randy, I've never done this."

"That's okay. Just do what I did. Do what you know feels good."

Punk began to slowly lick up his cock like Randy had done.

"You can skip the teasing part though," Randy said.

Punk smiled as his tongue left the tip of Randy's cock. "Not a chance."

He continued the slow tongue torture for a couple of minutes. He then hallowed his mouth as best he could and began to lower it on to Randy's manhood. He sucked hard. He lowered his mouth until he felt he couldn't any more. He pulled off before he gagged.

"You don't have to take all of it. It'll get easier in time. Just stroke the rest with your hand," Randy instructed.

Punk nodded and took the cock back in his mouth again. He could take almost all of it in before having to go back up. His hand formed a tight ring around Randy's cock. His mouth and hand's movement found a fast unison pace. When Randy began to moan he felt encouraged. He increased his tightness and speed as much as he could. Randy's hands found Punk's short messy hair. He pulled it lightly, wanting to messy it himself.

"I'm gonna come baby. Do you want it?"

Punk moaned as a yes. He continued his actions now slightly wary. He wanted to feel the closeness to Randy but didn't know what to expect. Seconds later he felt Randy's hot cock pulse in his mouth and his seed on the back of his throat. He swallowed it instantly. It didn't taste good, it didn't taste bad. It tastes like Randy. The overwhelming feeling of closeness returned. Randy shot a couple more streams and Punk continued to swallow all of it.

This time it was Randy that pulled Punk up on top of him and claimed his mouth. They shared the taste of each other. They separated to breath.

"That was great baby," Randy said. Punk smiled. "Do you care if I stay here tonight?"

"Are you kidding? I wouldn't let you leave this room right now."

Punk nuzzled up against Randy's side, resting his head on Randy's chest. Randy wrapped an arm around Phil's back, pulling him in tight. In minutes they fell in to sleep right there and stayed pressed up against each other for hours.