In all of the weeks leading up to Christmas Punk could not bring himself to ask Randy what his plans were on the holiday. Punk himself had none. All of his friends and family were otherwise occupied this year so he was planning on spending the day by himself. He knew that Randy was pretty close with his parents and siblings and he assumed that's who he'd be with this year. He didn't want to ask Randy though because he didn't want to assume that he was a priority of Randy's. Randy himself hadn't even mentioned the word Christmas or holiday or anything even slightly pertaining to the day. Punk was juggling all of these thoughts and memories as he walked around backstage looking for Randy. This was the company's last event until the 26th and the last time he would see Randy until then.

"Hey," Punk said once he finally found Randy walking down in an empty hall.

Randy spun around and smiled once he saw Punk. "Hey." He took a fast look around and then pulled Punk in for a kiss. They immediately separated afterward and stayed standing in the secluded hall.

"So are you excited for the time off? No shows for a week," Randy said.

Punk internally rolled his eyes at Randy's use of the words time off. "Yeah. I'll actually get to give my body a break."

"Have you got any plans?"

Punk shook his head. "I'll probably just relax for a change. You?"

"I'll do the same."

"Oh, well—"

"Randy," a voice came from behind them. They both turned around to see Hunter standing at the end of the hall. "Can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, sure thing," he said. He turned back to Phil. "See ya Punk," Randy said with a nod and turned and walked off with HHH. Punk watched in disappointment.

Throughout the rest of the week Punk and Randy's texting was scarce. Whenever Punk tried to start conversation Randy was short and unenthused. Punk never got to bring up Christmas. He spent the rest of the week in Chicago alone for the most part. There were no hockey games. There were no shows.

After the week he had he was more than alarmed when he was awoken on Christmas day by a knock on his apartment door. He rolled back over on his bed and ignored it. The knocking continued. He eventually sat up in his bed and rubbed his tired eyes. He walked to the door, yawning all the way. His vision was still a little blurred when he opened the door. Then he was certain that he was still asleep and dreaming. He rubbed his eyes again. His vision finally cleared and he could clearly see Randy Orton was standing in his door way.

"Are you just now waking up? It's 2 o'clock."

Punk face lit up. He smiled uncontrollably. Randy's face looked very similar in reaction to the other man's. "I didn't go to sleep until like 7 this morning. Come in!" Punk side stepped for Randy to enter his home.

It was Randy's first time coming here. He walked in carrying a duffle bag and took a look around the spacious apartment.

"I like your place."

"Thanks. I wish I got to use it more." Punk walked in after him, grabbed his hand and walked him towards the couch.

"I definitely understand that," Randy said as the two sat down. Punk had led them to a couch that faces his balcony. The window wall showed the Chicago skyline and the sun that was currently high up in the sky.

"What are you doing here?" Punk blurted out the question as if it was paining him to not say it.

"Well you told me that you didn't have any plans. You were obviously trying to figure out what I was doing—"

"You knew?!"

"You're not great at being secretive."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"Because watching you dangle was a lot more fun."

"Ass!" Punk yelled with a punch to the younger's arm.

"And I was hoping to get this reaction from you." Punk blushed a little and looked away. "The face you made when you saw me was probably the cutest thing I've ever seen."

"I'm not cute! I'm rough and rugged."

Randy laughed at him. "You can be both. And you are. So anyway, I saw all of my family throughout the week so that I could fly out here this morning."

"How did you know where I lived?"

"Asked Hunter."

"And he just told you? What reason did you give him for needing it?"

"I didn't give him any reason. Do you think I have to give much explanations to Paul?"

"Oh right. Teacher's pet viper."

Randy shrugged. "I've got something for you." He grabbed his bag and began rummaging through it.

"You got me a gift? You didn't have to."

"I know that. I wanted to." Randy's hand emerged from the bag with an old looking comic book. "Merry Christmas Phil."

Punk took it from Randy's hand and his eyes grazed the cover. "Batman issue 582 by Brubaker. Wait, that's Brubaker's first issue on Batman isn't it? And it's got his autograph!"

"It is. It's first edition and everything. Do you like it? Is that good?"

"That's great! I love it Randy. Thank you." He leaned towards Randy and kissed him appreciatively. "How did you even know to get it?"

"Are you kidding? Nearly every comic I've ever seen you read has his name on it, you talk about him all the time and you tweet him nonstop."

"I'm a good fan," Punk said.

"Yeah, I bet that's what the people that jump us at airports say too."

"Shut up. I got you something too." Punk stood and walked across the room. "Not that I knew when I'd be able to give it to you because of you being a dick and all." Randy grinned as Punk returned to the couch holding a cardboard box. "I don't know if you'll like it. I didn't really know what to get you. I just wanted to give you something. So I hope you like it. I—"

"Stop rambling," Randy interrupted and grabbed the box from his hands. He tore the tape off as Punk watched with nervous anticipation. Randy got the box open and pulled out a styrofoam box. He separated the two pieces of styrofoam and inside of it was a motorcycle helmet. It was a slick black. He spun it in his hand to look at the design on the back. It had "RKO" painted in big letters across the back in dark red. The text was tribal style similar to Randy's tattoos. Underneath the letters in dark blue and green were tribal markings.

"I had it custom made. I took the designs from your ink and the colors from your trunks. I don't know if you need a new one or if that's cool on a helmet or—"

"Phil. Shut up. This is amazing. I can't believe you had this made. It's really awesome. I love it." Punk smiled and Randy pulled him into a kiss. "Thank you," Randy said against his lips.

"I'm glad you like it. I was nervous. I don't really do gifts all that often."

They spent the day watching movies, listening to music, and playing Xbox 360. Punk kicked Randy's ass at Need for Speed and then Randy kicked Punk's ass at Call of Duty. When it came time for dinner they didn't have many options. Since Punk was expecting to spend the day alone he hadn't bought anything special. With it being Christmas day they knew every store and restaurant would be closed. So they ended up having grilled chicken and brown rice.

Punk took Randy out to sit on the balcony while the moon was rising later in the night. He had two chairs out there that sat next to each other. They looked up at the dark blue sky. The crescent moon shined bright, surrounded by stars. Randy took Punk's hand in his and gently rubbed his thumb across the back of it.

"It's getting late," Randy told him.

"Yeah," Punk paused. "Um… Did you… Uh."

Randy read his mind. "I booked a hotel down the street if you don't want me to stay here. I brought everything I needed to if you do want me to stay here. Just to sleep."

Punk smiled. "Is just sleeping anything like just talking?"

Randy laughed. "No! I'm too tired to do anything else anyway."

"I want you to stay here."

No sooner than he said it Punk was on his feet. His hand still in Randy's, he pulled the other man back inside. He led Randy through the apartment and into his bedroom. It was a big room. Punk's bed was king sized.

"I heard once that you sleep naked," Punk said.

Randy threw on a cheesy smile. "I do." Punk looked at him with a face that said 'no.' "I'll keep my boxers on."

"We'll have matching birthday suits. How cute," Punk said.

Both men proceeded to undress themselves. Randy nearly fell while trying to take his jeans off because his eyes were on Punk's bare chest. Punk laughed at him and then found himself nearly in the same position as Randy was clad in his tight boxer briefs. He stopped himself from losing balance before Randy saw him. Randy was undressed before Punk and got into the bed waiting for him. Punk looked down to see Randy's arm out in the welcoming gesture. He felt the warmth that usually accompanied Randy's touch from across the room. He got in the bed and slid next to Randy's form. Randy's arm was under his neck and his hand landed on Phil's chest to pull him in close.

"We left the light on," Randy said.

"No we didn't." Punk reached on to a small table by the bed and grabbed a remote. He hit a button and all the lights went out.

"Woah. Too dark," Randy said.

"What? Are you afraid of the dark or something?"

"No. Just turn some back on."

Punk hit another button and a dim light lit over the bed. Punk turned his neck to look at Randy. "Why?"

Their faces were now just inches apart. Randy's expression turned very sincere. "I was looking at you."

Punk didn't have a retort as he watched Randy's eyes slowly move across his face. Then down to his neck. Then down to the chest. His fingers began to lightly trace the lines of his tattoos that spread across his entire chest. The gentle graze across his bare flesh was soothing to Punk. His fingers danced across every line, every detail.

"These are so intricate," Randy said softly, just above a whisper.

Punk chuckled. "You once told me my chest looked what a toddler would throw up if they just ate an entire box of crayons."

Randy's eyes reconnected with Phil's and narrowed. "I did?"

"Yeah."

"I was probably just being a dick. I'm sorry. I've never got to look at them like this. Up close. Personal. They're scattered and diverse but intertwined and comprehensive at the same time. It's perfect for you."

They said silent for a very long time then, staring into each other. When Punk felt sleep starting to come he told Randy, "Thank you for coming here today Randy. It means a lot that you did."

Randy pressed a kiss to Phil's forehead. "I wouldn't want to spend it any other way. Merry Christmas Phil."

Punk laughed a little. "You know, I really never was much for Christmas." He closed his eyes in welcoming sleep. "I guess things change."

Cute little Christmas chapter! I hope everyone had a good holiday! Thanks for the continued love!