This is short and probably pointless, set after the AJ/Punk encounter on RAW. It is slash, of course.

I don't own anyone mentioned in this fic.

"You sure look satisfied with yourself," John commented when Punk settled down in the seat beside him. He couldn't help the anger that entered his tone but Punk didn't seem to notice.

"Why wouldn't I be? I'm sure Bryan's hurting right about now." There was a vindictive glee in those words and John crossed his arms.

"Right. I'm sure he is."

Punk eyed him a moment. "Look, I know you're still pissed about what went down with Big Show-"

"I'm fine. I'm not pissed," John lied, cutting him off. In fact, a few moments ago, he may have forgotten all about Big Show.

"Sure you're not," Punk said skeptically. "You look like you want to punch something."

"I'm not pissed about Big Show." Well, he was but that wasn't what was making him sit so stiffly in his chair at the moment, or what had him wanting to punch the wall.

"Then what are you pissed about?"

John glared at his boyfriend. "You do know that there were cameras on you backstage, right?"

Punk frowned. "So?"

"So, you do know that everyone could see you and-" John cut himself off this time before he could say something truly nasty about what he had seen just a few minutes ago.

Punk's expression changed, however, at his words and amusement shone in his eyes. "You're jealous." It wasn't a question.

"No, I'm not." But John's glare strengthened.

"You are." Punk shook his head, the amusement still there. "You're jealous over AJ."

"She was all over you," John grumbled finally, actually sulking just a little bit.

"Fake crying," Punk pointed out with a grimace. "Oh, come on. You can't actually believe that I'd fall for her crap, right?"

"But you said…"

"I said that she's crazy and she is." He sighed when John's expression still didn't change. "Am I going to have to prove that AJ definitely wouldn't do it for me?"

"How?"

Punk grinned, leaned in, and whispered in John's ear. John shifted at the words and his shorts suddenly became very, very uncomfortable. When Punk pulled back, he looked even more satisfied with himself.

"You should go get ready for your match," he pointed out.

John groaned. "My match…"

"Don't worry. We got all night after the show."

John grinned just a bit at that, his jealousy fading at the thought of what would happen after the show. Punk most definitely had ways to make him forget he was ever angry or jealous in the first place.