AN: Who else is reeling from this Punk situation? I really really hope they can get something worked out bc I'm not ready for him not to bo on my tv every week. Guh. Anyways, enjoy!

"They're sure you're good to go?" Cody asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine," Randy answered. They were both backstage at the arena for the night's Royal Rumble event.

"Well I'll go easy on you during our spot," Cody said.

"Don't. Lay it in. I'm fine," Randy repeated.

"Are you excited? Your hometown's going to crazy for you."

"Yeah, it should be fun."

"Hey," Punk's voice appeared from behind them. Both men turned to face him.

"Hey," Randy said.

"Hey Punk," Cody echoed.

Silence then overtook them. Cody stared down at his boots. Randy found a point on the wall to fixate on. Punk gazed around the room, looking back and forth from both men. "So believe it or not I did not intend on this being so awkward when I decided to walk over here," Punk said. Randy chuckled and Cody stayed silent. "Well, what were you all talking about?"

"We've got a spot in the Rumble tonight," Randy said.

"Oh. That'll be fun with your all's history… Out there. The character's history…"

"Cody was contemplating going easy on me."

"Trust me, he's fine." Punks paused immediately after saying it. "I mean trust the doctors. They would know, right?"

"I'm just gonna go, as fun as this has been," Cody said and swiftly walked away.

"He's right. That was fun," Randy said, his sarcasm blatant.

"It wouldn't have been as awkward if you two didn't stop talking when I walked up. That makes you seem like you were hiding something."

"We weren't. We just… I don't know, stopped talking." Punk didn't respond and looked away. Randy could sense his unease. "I told you we talk sometimes."

"I know. It's just weird I guess."

Randy looked down before he spoke. "He knows. About us. I told him."

Punk paused for a second. "You did?"

"You can trust me. He's just going through a rough time. I hate that for him—as a friend."

"I'm trying to not be that boyfriend that's possessive and neurotic and jealous and paranoid—"

"But."

"—but you're Randy fucking Orton. I know what you look like and how good you are at… some stuff. And obviously he does too and I don't know why he wouldn't want that back."

Randy was having déjà vu. "I'm… Sorry," Randy said weakly.

"It's fine. I'll just have to get over it."

"Even if Cody did want me, which he doesn't, it wouldn't change anything. I left him to find something better. And I did."

Punk looked up to him and smiled. "Well if you say so," he said with a shrug.

"I like the one-eighty we've done here."

"Huh?"

"Well now that I'm cool with you and Bryan being friends you're getting shifty about me and Cody."

"I think the only stable part of our relationship is the instability of our relationship."
"Woah, woah, woah. That concept is way too complex for my brain to even try to work out right now."

"What do you mean right now?" Punk asked with a smirk.

"Shut up," Randy retorted.

Punk laughed. "Since when are you cool with me and Bryan anyway?"

"Since you told me to be," Randy stated.

"Ha. Do I have you whipped Orton?" Punk asked with a wide grin.

"What?" Randy said in a louder voice, brow furrowed. "No. You're whipped! I'm not whipped."

"I'm whipped?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Punk chuckled pointedly. "When's the last time I did anything because you told me to?"

"How graphic do you want me to get here? Because I seem to remember having you flat on your back and—"

"Okay! We are at work Randal."

"Speaking of whips, how do you feel about—"

"Do not finish that sentence."

"Oh, so you wanna like speak in riddles because we're at work?" Randy asked with a devilish smirk. "How do you feel about using um… foreign objects in the uh, ring, Punk?"

Punk smiled at Randy's analogy but held back his laughter. "I'm gonna go warm up for my match now."

"What? You're not gonna answer?" Randy asked to Punk's back as he walked away from him.

"Nope," Punk called back.

…

Cody didn't know what he was expecting as he walked into the dining area at the hotel that night. Nick had text him a couple hours ago and asked him to meet him here. He wanted to see him so he agreed to. Their awkward encounter with the ring rat at the hotel was over a month ago now and Cody missed his friend. I hope that's all it is. In his newfound chastity he spent a lot of time spurning his pent up arousal. Incidentally, he was also spending a lot of time thinking about his distant friend. Nick was the only guy he had actually connected with on any level after his break up with Randy and he had only seen Ted sporadically since he got married.

"Hey," Nick said when Cody approached the table.

"Hey," he said, taking the seat.

"How are you?"

"Exhausted after that Rumble match."

"You did crazy good though. You had the most eliminations, that's awesome!"

Cody nodded. "Thank you. And you and Punk were great."

"I think we stole the show," Nick said and shrugged.

"Against the Rumble match? No way," Cody chuckled.

"I'm just too damn good," Dolph said with a playfully cocky grin.

That smile. Damn that smile. "Yeah, I guess so."

After some silence Dolph said, "So about that thing at the hotel a while ago—"

"It's fine."

"I just didn't know what to do to make things right and it seemed like the right thing to do—"

"Really, it's fine." He's trying.

"I just thought—"

"Nick, we don't need to talk about it." Why do I find him rambling so cute?

"Yeah. Okay."

"We can just forget about it," Cody said.

"We can add it to the list of things we're pretending didn't happen."

Cody laughed and smiled at him. Nick smiled back. Then Cody knew. Seeing him smile, hearing his jovial tone, getting his kindess: I still like him.

"Um," Nick's head dropped and he looked away from Cody. "I need to go." He stood up at once.

"Oh. Okay." Cody said and before he knew it Dolph left the room. Cody stared at the door in dismay.

…

"From Jon Good:

They're supposed to call me up any time now"

Punk read the text and sat back on the bed in his hotel room.

"From Punk:

Good! We could use you up here"

"What are you doing?" Randy asked, having just walked out of the bathroom.

"Nothing. Just talking to that Ambrose guy down at NXT."

"Ah," Randy nodded. He turned and started messing with his clothes in the dresser.

"From Jon Good:

You can admit that you want me up there bc you miss me. It's okay."

Punk chuckled and shook his head at the text.

"From Punk:

You really have an ego problem"

Randy turned back to face him, now only wearing dark gray boxer briefs. Punk smiled up at him as he took him in: the tan skin, the tight muscle, the blue eyes, and the warm smile. Randy smirked at him as he watched his eyes roam all over his flesh. He climbed on to the bed and placed a kiss on Punk's willing lips before lying down next to him. Punk leaned into the familiar form next to him.

"From Jon Good:

That's part of my charm. Can't you tell?"

Randy reached for the TV remote and turned it on. He began flipping through the channels.

"From Punk:

Are you trying to charm me?"

Moments later Randy's hand landed on Punk's clothed crotch. The strong hand slowly began massaging up and down the elder's flaccid member.

"I thought you were watching TV," Punk said through a grin.

"There's nothing on," Randy said, turning the television off.

"You want to have sex with me because there's nothing's on?" Punk said with a laughing tone.

Randy turned so there faces were inches apart. "No. I want to have sex with you because…" He looked down for a second. Then his eyes reconnected with Punk's. They left again to look all over Punk's face, and Punk watched. Randy remade eye contact before he said, "Why wouldn't I?"

Randy smashed their lips together. Punk obediently let his boyfriend claim his mouth, opening his mouth for his tongue, and playing and sucking on it while it thrust into him. Randy's hand roamed across Punk's chest over his t-shirt. It was then that Punk's phone vibrated. Randy took that as his cue. He separated their lips and pulled back as he grabbed Punk's shorts. Punk raised his hips as he read the text on his phone.

"From Jon Good:

Why wouldn't I?"

Punk hardly processed the text that he had just read as his lower half was made naked by Randy's action. The larger man was then above him again, his hands grabbing the hem of Punk's shirts. As he pulled it up Punk lifted his arms, and Randy slid the shirt right off of him. Randy braced himself with his hand on either side of Punk's head, his legs in between Punk's open ones, and looked down at his now naked man. They both had slight grins as they stared into each other. Punk loved the feeling of Randy's weight on top of him; he loved how he felt both trapped and secured between his tattooed arms; he loved how Randy looked at him like a predator but there was still a caring feeling in his eyes. Punk grabbed the back of Randy's neck and forced the younger down into a kiss.

Their lips moved together with hunger. Punk's hands roamed down Randy's bare back. They landed on his ass and began massaging his covered cheeks. Randy moaned into his mouth. Punk smiled into the kiss. Punk hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of Randy's boxers and began pulling them down. Randy pulled back and stood off the bed to pull them off fully. He landed back on the bed with his torso in between Punk's legs. He stared into Phil's green eyes as his hand slowly crept up to his semi-hard cock. He grabbed it tightly at the base and began to slowly stroke it. Punk moaned and rested his head back on the pillow. Randy's eyes gazed over his taut lover. He loved how willing and open he was; he loved the feeling of being accepted by Punk; he loved how he could take control but knew he could have it taken from him in a second. He laid back over Punk and reconnected their lips as he continued to stroke his cock.

Punk flipped them over so he was on top of the larger man and pulled away from his hot mouth. Randy smiled up at him. Punk positioned himself on his knees right above Randy's hard manhood. He stretched his legs as far open as he could; his eyes never leaving Randy's beautiful blue ones. He moved his hand towards Randy's face and rested his pointer finger on his lips. Randy opened up for him. He took the entire finger in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the digit repeatedly, the green and blue eyes still on each other. Punk removed the finger and pressed it to his entrance. Randy controlled himself as his peripheral vision could see the hot act happening in front of him. He wanted to look and watch, but he didn't want to leave Punk's gaze. Punk's finger slowly pushed inside of himself. He worked it in as far as he could at that angle. Randy licked his lips. Punk worked the finger in and out, increasing his speed as he did so. Randy's hands landed on Punk's waist, rubbing up and down on the skin there. Punk began to moan at the friction at his hole. He added a second finger and never slowed.

Minutes later Punk removed his fingers from himself. Randy stretched his arm over to the bedside table and came back from it with a tube of lube. He applied some to his hands and began coating his length. Punk joined him, adding both of his hands to Randy's cock. Randy moaned at the sensation of having four hands simultaneously stroking him. Punk then grabbed both of Randy's hands. He intertwined their fingers. Randy kept his arms bent at the elbow, helping Phil to balance. Punk took one of his hands away and grabbed Randy's member at the base. He held it still as he began to lower himself. He paused when Randy's tip was fully inside of his tight ring. He looked down at Randy. His stare was warm. It showed pleasure and concern. Punk nodded at him once he was adjusted to the intrusion. He slowly lowered himself further and further. Randy groaned at the tight heat enveloping him. Punk stopped, his ass now resting flat against Randy's crotch; completely impaled on Randy's cock.

"God, Punk… You're so incredible…" Randy breathed, his hands massaging Punk's waist.

Punk threw his head back, trying to get used to Randy's entire girth inside of him. He broke out it in a sweat with Randy's tip resting directly against his prostate. Randy grabbed his free hand and again intertwined their fingers. He massaged the backsides' of both of Phil's hands with his thumbs.

"Shh baby," Randy cooed in his deep voice.

Punk took a few deep breaths. He slowly started to push up, only until Randy's cock was half way out, before slowly sliding back down on it. He kept the slow pace going, still getting used to Randy's length so far inside of him. In time the pain subsided. His thrusts on to Randy became more confident. The constant friction was all he felt. He threw his head back and moaned. His hips started to move faster. The new pace drove Randy wild. He began meeting Punk's thrusts with his own. Punk groaned at the cock inside of him reaching new lengths. Randy's grip on Punk's waist tightened as Randy now pushed Punk down further at the bottom of every thrust.

"Fuck! Randy!" Punk yelled, his voice dripping with pleasure.

Randy watched Punk above him and was in complete awe. His tight, sweaty body was writhing, arching fucking itself on his cock. Randy sat up in an instant. His arms sprawled across Punk's back, holding him, rocking him down on his cock while still thrusting up into him. Punk's head snapped down to look at Randy and as soon as their heads were level Randy's mouth was on his. Their kiss was hot, open, messy, needy; both men panting, desperate for breath but also desperate for each other. Punk's arms rested around Randy's shoulder. One of his hands was planted on the back of Randy's shaved head. Randy's were clawing and pulling at the tight skin on Phil's back.

Their mouths separated as both men's orgasms approached. Punk's cock had gotten surrounded by their abdomens and stroked with every thrust. Randy began sloppily kissing up and down Phil's neck. Punk's hand pushed Randy's face in in encouragement. All of their movements became frantic. Every thrust, every lick, every pull, every kiss, every tug. Randy felt that pull deep down in his gut. He was seconds away from climaxing inside of Phil's walls.

"God! Punk…" Randy said, short of breath, "Phil, I love you…"

One more thrust and Randy came with a gasp. Punk's mind and body went still. Randy's continued to thrust to ride out his orgasm. Punk's cock continued to rock in between their bodies and then he too came, exploding his seed all over both men's chests. Punk's eyes fell on to Randy's as they both panted in the after glow of their climaxes. Punk's stare was heavy on Randy's blank face. They both just breathed for moments.

"I love you too," Punk said finally.

Randy smiled. "Yeah?"

Punk smiled too. "Yeah."

Randy crushed their lips together. Hands still on Punk's back, he spun them around, and laid him down on his back, slipping out of him and laying down on top of his love. They pampered each other's mouths with quick, short kisses. Still reeling from their lovemaking, Randy had to pull back to breathe. He rested his head on Phil's chest, rising and falling with his breathing. Punk began to twirl a finger through the short hairs on Randy's head. They laid like that for minutes. For once it was Randy that broke the silence. He rested his chin on Punk's chest and looked up at him.

"I hope you didn't say it because I did. I didn't want you to feel forced to."

"I didn't."

"I didn't mean to blurt it out like that. I've been wanting to tell you and then I got caught up in the moment," Randy said, speaking faster with every word.

"It's okay."

"It's just—God—you're so amazing. I love everything about you; I've loved everything about you as long as I've known everything about you. I just—I—"

"Randy!" Punk interrupted and Randy silenced. "As many wonders as you're doing for my self esteem right now, you don't need to explain. I… I know the feeling."

Randy grinned from ear to ear at his words. He propped up and placed one kiss on Phil's lips. He laid himself down next to the smaller man, simultaneously grabbing him and rolling him on top of his own body. His arm hung around Phil's waist, keeping him in close.

"Goodnight Phil."

"Goodnight Randy."

"I love you," Randy said.

Punk smiled against Randy's strong chest. "I love you too."

AN 2: So that was it, the dreaded I love you scene. I tried to make it too cheesey bc that happens so easily. Let me know! Reviews are always adored!