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cm punk navigated his way backstage, trying to find roman reigns’ locker room. they, along with the usos and sami zayn, had just defeated the bloodline, consisting of solo sikoa, jacob fatu, the tongas and also bronson reed.
but they needed some stuff to attend to.
as soon as punk found the door to roman’s room, he knocked on it, waiting for him to open it up. once he did that, they locked eyes with each other, exchanging glances. roman then motioned for punk to come into the room.
“so…” roman started, sitting back down on his chair, “what’s this all about, punk?”
“about what happened out there.” punk responded, taking a seat on the couch. “listen...” punk started, “i know we have an alliance, and we shook hands out there after the whole bout… but what the hell was that out there? blocking my way just so sami zayn can enter the match?”
roman’s lip twitched in frustration. “you say that as if you didn’t block my way later on.”
“well, let’s be fair, you were walking too slow for my liking. i didn’t want that ‘cinema’ bullshit you had going on.” punk chuckled, despite all of the tension in the air.
“...are you seriously joking around, punk? It’s not the time.” roman pointed out.
“right, right, sorry.” punk said, feigning defeat.
roman sighed. “anyways-” he was about to continue on before being cut off.
“you should be glad i saved your ass from being tsunami’d by bronson, even after that spear you gave me.” punk enunciated.
“mhm…” roman simply said. “and, listen, i’m sorry for that spear. it was accidental.” he then apologised.
“i know, i know, you don’t have to apologise. i’m not mad about that.” punk affirmed. “I’m only mad about that whole… y’know, blocking each other shit.”
“yeah, well, not my fault sami’s better than you… that’s why i let him go…” roman muttered to himself, almost quietly.
“what was that now?” punk snarled as his eyes flickered with anger.
“chill out, man, i was just kidding.” roman said, smirking.
“i hope to god you are.” was all punk could say.
silence filled the room for a moment, the tension continuing to crackle. there was no words spoken, just the two men staring at each other.
punk sat up from his seat and was about to leave because he needed to attend to some other stuff, until roman sat up from his own seat and grabbed punk’s arm, stopping him in his tracks.
“wh- roman, what the hell are you doing?” punk asked, confused.
“i thought we had some… other business to talk about?” roman smirked.
“what do you mea-” before punk can say anything, roman turned punk around and his lips crashed onto the older man, capturing them in a kiss. punk’s cheeks flushed a bright pink despite him being confused about the whole thing, but he ultimately melted into it, cupping roman’s cheek.
their tongues clashed together, with roman’s exploring punk’s mouth, doing things like sliding over his teeth, teasing the roof of his mouth and burrowing it beneath his tongue. punk tasted sweet, so damn sweet, and roman liked- no, loved that about the man.
once their mouths left each other, they stood there, processing what just happened.
“hey…” punk murmured.
“hm?” roman questioned, his eyes locking with punk’s.
“what-” he panted, before continuing. “what the fuck did we just do?”
all roman responded with was a simple shrug.
“who knows?”