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"What did you do out there?" PJ yelled at Jack, as he pushed the smaller one into their own locker. Johnny Mundo did not seem happy, but PJ doesn’t care for Johnny. They are a team, but no friends. He cared for Jack and his childish behavior outside the ring. He look cute as he sat down cross-legged, sulky like a 6 year old boy. But it wasn’t helpful. They lost the match, because their dragonslayer behaved like a toddler.
"You called me stupid! I'm not stupid, PJ!" Jack answered and pushed his southafrican friend back. Not hard, but firmly and PJ went a step back. "I didn’t call you stupid. I said stop this stupid shit and focus. I called the shit stupid, not you!"
"It’s the same!" Jack answered and let is body fell on the bench. Again with this sulky face. PJ moaned angrily and turned away for a moment. "It's not!" he pushed angrily and looked back to Jack. "It meaned that I know you and the guy in the ring out there wasn't you. It was… a dumb teenage version of you who thought he looks cool, but who wasn’t so… please for heavensake Jack…would you tell me, whats up?" PJ began the question loud, look to the ceiling as he would see the lord almighty, but silenced his words as he looked back to his friend Jack.
He meet the Dragon Slayer last year in the exact same Spot. The Temple in Boyle Heights, Home of Lucha Underground and the just fused together as a team, not just in the Ring.
Because of that, PJ came closer and lay his arm on the cheek of his buddy und whispered. "I'm feeling that you a pondering about something." A little closer, now he's just millimeters away from Jacks Face und he feels the breath of him on his own cheeks. "Come on Jacky, its me!" he whispered. Jack sights and closed his eyes, but suddenly PJ felt his hands around his neck und Jack lips. It was a soft kiss and pretty short and Jack push him back afterwards. "I'm still mad at you." He murmured and PJ couldn’t hold it and laughed up. "I know, you're a drama queen, but… is everything fine?" he asked softly.
Jack lay down on the bench and coverd his eye. "I don’t know, maybe." He mumbled und PJ sighed. "That sounds like a yes. Shall I promise that I don’t get angry? I maybe will, but I try not to!" Jack lifted his arms a bit and look under them to PJ. "I'm pretty sure you get angry." He meant und PJ took a deep breath before he answered. "Then it's pretty necessary that you tell me."
"So you can get angry?" ask Jack with an uncertain look on his face. PJ rolled his eyes. "No, you idiot. And you see, now I called you really an idiot. If you're sure that I be angry, then you did probably something bad and if this little thing between us is something I call a relationship, you have to tell me the bad things, so I can forgive you and if I forgive you we have … maybe a little make up sex." Pj smirked and Jack looked at PJ with a baffled face. "You taking it very lightly!"
"I take nothing you tell me nothing. I'm just to old for this shit and I think my young padawan you see the nice sides in life. The nice side of an argument is makeupsex. That’s it." Explaind PJ why he could be that calm. He learnt do be calm even in very upsetting situations. He's like the eye of a hurricane. You can't skydive if you're a nervous wreck.
Jack sighed and set up. He look at PJ and surveyed his face. "You really promise that you don’t get angry on me?" he ask carefully and PJ laughed. "Oh no, boy. I'm still angry at you about the match. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get angry at you, but I promise you make up sex when I calmed down… so in a month or so." He promised with a little joke in the end. "Make it in a year or so." Jack said contrite and then he looked up to PJ. Pushed his back straight and look the southafrican Wrestler in the eyes.
"You know I did in summer some shows in mexico, didn’t you?" he ask and PJ nodded. "Yeah, in the same time I were in Europe. That’s why we couldn’t be together. The Temple was closed because of Cuetos Shit and… yeah.. I know you were in mexico!" PJ answered and put his arms on Jacks legs. "It's alright go on. I'm listening." He said and smiled a little.
"I… have an old partner, you know? In mexico we met again and…I had a little relapse." PJ pushed his body back and seek the distance zu Jack Evans. "Relapse. I don’t like the word relapse. What do you mean?" his voice became a little harder than before. He knew that Jack hat a life before they two met and that there were men… no, not men. Just one, but he never revealed more to PJ. It wasn’t necessary. Why thinking about the past, when you could live in the present? But a relapse…
Jack looked from one side to another and then in PJs Face. "I don’t love him anymore, but as we met again and talked I… I realized something." – "So all the beauty talk about what? You fucked your Ex?" PJ ask harder. Now he was really angry. The match was forgotten, but not his sulky attitude. Who in this case has a right to be a little sulky, not Mr. Jack Evans! PJ clenched his teeth just so he wouldn’t yell. "No. I didn’t fuck him. I never did that before I met you… I mean… a boy." Jacks returned and looked shocked, but then with a softer voice he confessed. "I kissed him. We had a huge argument about the past and his interference and… everything and then suddenly I couldn’t resist and kissed him, because… he still means something to me, PJ. And the Thing between Angel an me isn’t over, just because you are here."
That was enough. PJ stood up and hold his hands in front of him. "Angel? Interference? You mean… Angelico is your Ex? You always fell for us South Africans, don’t you?" he asked mad and sarcastic. "You promised…" – "I know what I promised. That’s no sex for… years, Jack! He costs us our titel and after that you made a beautiful holiday with him down in Mexico. That’s so nice… and then, when we could get our titles back, you play little boy because I called you stupid? Heaven, Jesus Christ, Jack. YOU ARE STUPID!" PJ yelled and turned away, hammered his fist against a locker. Damn it! He looked over his shoulder at Jack.
Who sat there and look miserable. So hurtful and so sweet, like a little boy. "Good God… I hate you, Jack." PJ muttered and turned back. "You should've said me that before. It's… not okay, but I will come clear with it… just don’t… don’t be like that. You're the dragonslayer, man! Not a pussy!"
Jack looked up and wrinked his brow. "I'm sorry, PJ, really. I… I am stupid."
He bid his lip. "Can you forgive me?"
PJ shook his head. "I shouldn't, but I think… I already did." He answered and turn around. Jack jumped up. "But why?" he asked unsure if he could believe him. PJ laughed. "I think, because I love you." He wrapped his arms around Jacks neck und closes Jacks mouth with his lips. A long and soft kiss was change between these two. Jack lay his hands on PJs hips and pulled him close. After a while they parted and Jack smiled at PJ. "Can I get that make up sex tonight? What do you think?"