Jeff turned away as John pulled his pants on. "What happened?"

"He got in a fight with Trips and he quit," said Jeff. "He told me that I either come with him or we're done."

John raised his eyebrows as Jeff turned back around. "I'm sure he didn't mean it, he's an irrational guy."

"He did mean it," said Jeff, starting to feel the tears fall. "He was completely sure."

As soon as John finished pulling his pants in, he pulled Jeff in for a hug, stroking his hair. John held Jeff against himself as he cried, stroking his hair. He couldn't believe Punk just up and left like that. And now he was making Jeff choose between him and his dream. It wasn't fair. "Jeff, it's ok."

"He left me," cried Jeff. "I don't know what to do."

John sighed. "Does he make you happy?"

"Yes," said Jeff, with a sniffle.

"Are you happy here?" Said John,

Jeff looked away. "I'm miserable."

"Do what makes you happy," said John, brushing Jeff's hair out of his face. "Don't let anyone influence your decision. It's YOUR decision."

"I'm just not good enough for him," said Jeff.

"Jeff, you're wonderful, and flawless, and sexy," said John. "Any guy who had you would treasure you. And I know you're not gonna believe that but it's true."

"I'm just a whore," said Jeff. "And that's all I'm ever gonna be."

"Stop saying that," said John, covering his mouth. "It's bullshit. You're just putting yourself through pain."

"Pain feels better than feeling nothing," said Jeff, looking down at his feet.

John grabbed his hand gently and rolled his sleeve up. "Does this feel better than nothing."

Jeff pulled his hand away and rolled his sleeve back down. "Fuck off."

John sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just so tired of watching you do this to yourself."

"Why do you care?" Said Jeff, feeling the tears coming again.

"I care about you," said John.

Jeff looked up at him, getting a small smile. He wiped his eyes dry. "Can I stay with you tonight? I was planning on staying with Phil and I didn't book a room."

"Uh, yeah," said John. "Sure. No problem."

Jeff started walking out of the locker room and John followed him, giving him a ride to the hotel. They walked to John's hotel room and went inside. "You can pick the bed you want."

Jeff nodded silently and laid on the bed that would've been Punk's, turning away from John. John frowned, looking at him. Jeff looked like a lost puppy. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," said Jeff, turning to face him.

"No you're not," said John, sitting beside him. He brushed Jeff's hair out of his face, running a thumb over his cheek.

Jeff leaned into his touch and sighed softly. John laid down and hugged him, rubbing his back. Jeff nuzzled into him and looked up at him. "Do you really care about me, John?"

"Yeah, of course," said John.

"Prove it," said Jeff. Before John could even ask how, he found Jeff's lips on his. His eyes widened, but he slowly closed them and moved his arms down to Jeff's waist. Their lips moved in sync, as John moved on top of Jeff. John got a thought that told him this was wrong, but it was gone as soon as Jeff moaned. He licked Jeff's lips and moaned when he was granted access. John knew exactly what Jeff wanted, and he was contemplating whether or not to give it to him. He pulled away and sighed. "Jeff-"

"Sshhh," said Jeff, puffing his lips out with a smirk, running his hands over John's shirt.

John bit his lip. Ok, how could he say no when Jeff did things like that? John took off his shirt and Jeff's quickly followed as John switched their positions.

He moaned as Jeff straddled him, running his hands over his butt. "Mmpphh, Jeff."

Jeff leaned down and kissed him, as John started undoing his pants. When he got Jeff's pants undone and started pulling down his own, he started having second thoughts again. "Jeff, wait-"

Jeff silenced him with a kiss as he laid down flat on top of him and rubbed against him. John moaned and pulled Jeff's legs apart to where he in between them. He ran his hands up Jeff's thighs, and pulled off his underwear.

When they finished, John felt like shit. He looked at Jeff sleeping next to him and sighed. His lack of sex took full control and now he felt horrible about it.

And if he didn't understand Jeff's appeal before, he definitely did now. Despite Jeff's promiscuous activities, he was as tight as a virgin. It was unbelievable.

If Punk found out about this, John could just kiss that friendship goodbye. He was kind of hoping this meant Jeff wanted to stay here instead of going to Chicago, but he also wanted Jeff to be happy for once, and staying here was not gonna make him happy.

John wrapped his arms around Jeff and pulled him closer, kissing his forehead before going to sleep.

Jeff woke up in the middle if the night with a happy sigh and snuggled closer into the arms wrapped around him. He opened his eyes when he realized it wasn't Punk, and got a somber look. Jeff pulled away and got out of bed, pulling on his clothes. He dreamed all about Punk those few hours he was asleep, and alll he wanted was to wake up next to him.

'I'm sorry, John,' thought Jeff, looking back at him as he left the room.

When John woke up the next morning, he stretched to put his arm around Jeff. He opened his eyes when he didn't feel anything, sighing when there was in fact no one there. Was John really surprised Jeff wasn't still in his room? No. But was he sad? Very.

Jeff ignored John's calls all week leading up to the next Smackdown. It was really annoying John, but he figured Jeff would have to face him at the taping. When he got into the arena, Triple H was on an absolute rampage.

"What do you mean he's not coming?!" Yelled Triple H into the face of a poor crew member.

"He quit," said the crew member, cowering under him.

Triple H let out a frustrated yell and the crew member sprinted away. When he spotted John he glared. "Morrison! Over here now!"

John quickly scurried over there. "Yes, sir?"

"You're getting the title," said Triple H.

John's eyes widened. "Me? I thought Jeff-"

"Jeff quit," grumbled Hunter, pushing past John.

John's jaw dropped a little as he watched Triple H walk away. "He quit?"

Meanwhile, Punk sat on his couch the next day watching a Blackhawks hockey game. He constantly found himself reaching for his phone, but then kept reminding himself to give Jeff space. Punk really wanted Jeff to think this through, he was shocked Jeff was even considering it.

He sighed, thinking about Jeff being at Smackdown alone tonight. Punk was sure John would take care of him, but he just hoped Jeff didn't do anything reckless.

When his doorbell rang, Punk groaned and got up to answer it, figuring it was yet another door to door salesman. He opened it, his eyes widening and slowly getting a smile. "You came."

Jeff stood outside and gave him a small smile, before quickly being hugged. Punk quickly welcomed Jeff into his home and they sat watching the hockey game together. Jeff leant his head on Punk's shoulder and snuggled against him. Punk smiled and put his arm around him. "I didn't think you'd come."

Jeff smirked up at him. "What? And miss a boring hockey game?"

Punk chuckled. "Hey, hockey is not boring."

"Sure it isn't," said Jeff, looking at the screen again. He sighed inwardly, thinking about the Smackdown taping that was going on. Jeff loved wrestling more than anything, but he knew he needed to fix himself, and he needed time to heal. Punk would give him that, and there was no way he could do it while he was still in WWE. Jeff thought hard about it over the week between tapings, and he knew, this is what he wanted.

Over the next few weeks, Jeff moved into Punk's house and John became the top guy on Smackdown. They were running an authority angle with John being the corporate champion. Triple H was trying to cover up Jeff and Punk's absence by saying he fired them because "they looked like they belonged in a circus, not in a ring."

All the fans knew what was really going on, but Triple H was sticking to it. John didn't really like taking shots at them every week just to get cheap heat, but he was the top guy now, and he wasn't about to just give that up over a couple of lines.

He walked into his hotel room after another Smackdown taping and tossed his title on the bed, flopping down after it with a long sigh. John had everything he'd always wanted, but he wasn't happy. Of course he missed Punk, that was his best friend. Punk was isolating himself from anything involving wrestling, which included John, so he hadn't spoken to him since he quit. The same with Jeff.

'Jeff,' thought John, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn't gonna admit it to anyone, but he missed Jeff. He missed Jeff a lot. Right after they stopped hating each other he was gone. 'Right after that night...,' thought John, closing his eyes and getting goosebumps remembering it.

John was sure Punk knew nothing about that, or he definitely would have heard from him by now. A part of John wished it didn't happen, but another part was glad it did. He didn't understand it, but there was no undoing it.

John's phone went off and he answered it without checking who it was. It was probably just the creative director giving him ANOTHER meeting to attend. That was one downside of being top dog, the meetings, never, ended. "Hello?"

"Hey Johnny boy."

John's eyes widened. "Punk?"

"Who else?" Said Punk.

John grinned. "You're still alive."

Punk chuckled. "Yeah yeah. How are you?"

"Good," said John, looking at his belt. "I'm the champion now."

"Ah, you stole my spot," said Punk.

John smirked. "More like you handed it to me."

"You deserved it," said Punk. "Now enough about work, I'm trying to stay away from that place."

John chuckled. "How are you doing?"

"Never better," said Punk. "Nothing more relaxing than being unemployed and laying on your couch all day."

John bit his lip. "And Jeff?"

"He's great," said Punk. "A lot happier here."

John got a small smile. "Good."

"Thank you, for everything you did," said Punk. "I know you didn't want to get involved. You're a really great friend. I never would've been able to convince Jeff to even sleep in the same bed as me without you."

John bit his lip, thinking about his last night with Jeff again. "It's uh, it's no problem, man. Is he there, by the way?"

"He's asleep right now," said Punk. "It's late here."

"Yeah," said John, a little disappointed. "Well, tell him I said hi."

"Will do," said Punk. "I'll catch you later, gotta get to bed. I've got a long day of couch lounging and sex ahead of me."

John chuckled. "Bye." He hung up and sighed a little. John felt dirty not telling Punk what happened with Jeff, but Jeff was happy now. That's what was important. He wasn't gonna screw that up. John had to admit, he did kind of like Jeff, well, a lot, be he knew that ship had long sailed at this point.

He picked up his phone, dialing an old number he was praying still worked.

"Hello?" Answered Melina.

John got a small smile. "Hey."

The End

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