awritinglilypea | WWE Fic: Celebration

Title:Celebration
Fandom:WWE
Pairing:Colt/Punk
Rating:PG
Summary:Punk has figured out a new way to celebrate. And Colt likes it.
Notes:For

orilon on this, the seventh day of Christmas (half past midnight, shhh)

Colt wrapped his arms around Punk the moment he could and planted a smacking kiss on his lips, laughing as he pulled away and took the Slammy from the other man’s hand to study it.

“So what are you gonna do now that you’ve won a Slammy and the World Title all in one year?” He asked, slinging his arm around his best friend’s shoulder and pulling him close. He was secretly glad that they were seen as being extra friendly and somewhat goofy in each other’s presence so that he could touch his friend.

“Oh I don’t know, I had a few ideas,” Punk responded, pulling away and handing the Slammy over to the PA who asked for it. He grinned at Colt and leaned in, “Meet me back at the hotel; we’ll have our own celebration.”

He headed to the locker room, grinning to himself and resisting the urge to begin whistling to himself as he thought about the fun he could get up to with his best friend. They weren’t together and it wasn’t for lack of trying on Punk’s part because he had tried, although the few times he had admitted his feelings for Colt the other man had been quite drunk…

Well Colt wouldn’t be drinking tonight.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Punk made his way into the hotel room about an hour later, having hung around the arena for a little while before heading back. He was surprised to find Colt lying on the floor in front of the television and was about to step over his friend to get to the couch when the other man grabbed his leg and pulled him down to the floor.

“What the hell, you could’ve just asked me to join you,” he told him, but grinned just the same. He’d always found the other man’s happiness to be contagious.

Colt waved a hand, dismissing the thought before Punk could even finish it and smiling at him. “So how exactly are we to celebrate your latest victory amongst the company that is the big ‘E?” He asked him, tilting his head to the side.

Punk took a deep breath then exhaled slowly before leaning forward and kissing him softly on the lips, he pressed his own lips against Colt’s for a few short moments before pulling away.

“I figured, we could do a bit of that, and I could make an honest man out of you,” he told him matter of factly.

Colt seemed to consider this for a few moments, no expression on his face before he smiled and nodded. “Sounds good to me…”