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Just once I'd like to look at them and not lose my collective shit, but no, brain is immediately like: "Look how close they're sitting!" 😩
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The SASS on this man! 😎 Even as he was getting his ass chewed out.. 😂
He keeps going.. 😌
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Tyler: "I made you a friendship bracelet!"
Pete: "You know, I'm not really a jewelry person..."
Tyler: "You don't have to wear it."
Pete: "No, I'm gonna wear it forever. Back off!"
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“Randy Orton was able to look into my eyes— and he knows that I’m coming. It’s just a matter of when.”
Cody was wild for this one!
& Booker T’s reaction is just the 🍒 on top
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Such a nice character touch for a first moment on the main roster for these two, establishing that Tyler knows "Butch" well, that they have very different personalities, and that their differences don't keep them from being friends.
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CM Punk lipsynching in the shower, made for a music video called My Money Is On The Longshot by Less Than Jake.
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You're so obsessed with Me ✖️
[GIF ISN'T MINE! All dividers made by cafekitsunes]
Author note: Am I obsessed with this petty ass ship? Yes. Will I stop posting stuff with them? Who knows. But one thing I know for sure is this is only getting started. Tagging @thlayli-ra as requested! This is part two of this! And yes the title is inspired by that one Punkintyre edit on TikTok with the song ✨
Trigger warnings: sexual tension, love bites,neck grabbing, age difference, dry humping, and denial.
Word count: 1,722
Summary: After the Raw draft and Punk's comments during his promo. Drew's temper flares again and he's faced with the truth that he may be obsessed with the older man.
Drew had been searching every nook and cranny for Punk after the man openly mocked him from the sky box. His fury still boiling deep inside him as he forced his way through doors in an attempt to figure out where the other man had gone off to. He was directed to a sky box that was unoccupied aside from a signed autograph from Punk left where the man had been. Oh that piece of shit.
Drew's scowl deepened as he clutched the paper between his fingers and silently pulled it back, slow by it in the waistband of his kilt. He'd keep it but it wasn't because he wanted it or anything, it was better in his hands anyway.
Then silently he watched from the sky box as the older man went off on the microphone almost directly speaking to him on why he was chosen before him. Some words sting his pride more than others but most importantly the ex girlfriend one had him internally seething. The gall of this man he swore up and down he was going to get his ass handed to him.
As soon as Punk turned his back on Drew and his attention was averted to the crowd it was time for him to leave. So with a grunt and mutter under his breath he had turned on his heels and stalked backstage..hoping to catch the weasel before he escaped his clutches again.
Drew basically tore through the background area searching up and down for the straight edge superstar not only breaking stuff but also pushing anyone who got in his way. No matter if he'd get in hot water with Pierce later, it didn't matter as much as finding Punk and tearing him a new one.
“Randy, you see that bitch?” Drew practically snarled at the viper who shrugged and gestured back over his shoulder with his thumb. He could see the passing look Randy gave as he stormed off backstage in the direction he had been told to go. Other superstars immediately either moved out of the way or got pushed back as the man tore through backstage silently on a rampage.
Then he catches a glimpse of the familiar tank top he had seen previously and the dead give away the full sleeve tattoos on the man's arms. He sees the way Punk glanced over his shoulder as if sending him and he couldn't stop the grin when he caught Punk's reaction.
“Oh shit-”
McIntyre quickened his pace and caught Punk just as his form was retreating into one of the locker rooms by grabbing his wrist. “Ah, ah, where do you think you're going?” The Scotsman growled not holding Punk particularly hard, just holding his wrist while his gaze burned through the man.
“Trying to run from the bull rampaging backstage.” Punk raised his free hand in surrender and gave a half assed pout. His eyes gleaming in amusement and mischief because he was aware this rage was all because of him being a little bitch.
“Oh, you think you're real funny don't you?” Drew hissed and leaned down to his level while tugging the other man forward. “You can pretend all you want but we both know you are really the one coming back for more.”
That response gets a small scowl out of the shorter man who turned his head in an attempt to hide the rising blush that painted his cheeks. His brows furrowing in frustration and he turned his head left and right to check the hallway. “You're lucky, bastard.” He muttered and took the Scots free hand pulling him into the locker room.
They clash midway into the locker and Drew kicks the door closed while moving his hand from Punk's wrist to his hip, guiding him to lean against one of the lockers. When they part Drew gave a small growl as he trailed his other hand over Punk's arm with a low huff. “You think it's funny, teasing me on live TV? You know how people are with this shit.” He leaned forward and narrowed those icy eyes to gaze into the hazel eyes that stared back in fake innocence. His eyes silently ate up the exposed shoulders and arms that showed off both his muscles and the ink so well.
“Hey not my fault you're so obsessed with me Drew.” A cocky grin slips onto the straight edge superstar’s features and he cocked his head to the side letting his gaze trail down. “And you aren't exactly as subtle as you wish you were.” He gestured to the signed photo still stuffed into Drew's kilt and emphasized his point by pushing his hips forward to grind into the younger man.
That movement gets a small grunt from Drew who flashed his teeth almost like a warning and his warm breath hit Punk's face from their proximity. “Playing a dangerous game, Punk.” His name was growled out and before the older man had time to react he was being assaulted by light nips on his neck, followed by small kisses along the side of his neck. He huffed against Punk's neck and ran his free hand under his shirt where he groped him with a dark chuckle. He bit down into the crook of Punk's neck and leaned back to let his thumb run over the mark left there which was just an imprint of his teeth. He didn't care about marking him even if it could get them in hot water, it was Punk's fault for wearing this shirt.
The assault went downwards and his arms were held back to the locker for a moment as Drew bit down into his shoulder with a growl. It felt like the man was trying to act like a predator but that didn't halt the small shiver that went up his spine from the contact. Let alone the fact he was being held back while the younger man admired his body and made his ego inflate worse than it already was.
Punk grunted and tilted his head back with a frown as he shifted bringing his hips forward again but harder. His grin turned smug when he felt the momentary pause and took the opportunity to push his knee between the taller man's legs. He can feel the hardness even with his jean leg and pushed his leg forward causing Drew to lean over him and grasp onto the locker for support. Gotcha. Who knew it was so easy to hide your erection behind a kilt? Maybe that's why he wore them so much just to hide his shame.
“I'm glad you liked it. I wanted to see how much you could take, but I guess you're just as much as a bitch because now you're dry humping like one in heat.” The Chicago native teased with a smirk as he gazed up at the man who was barely holding himself up now. Those low huffs of breaths and the feeling of his warm body pressed into his made this even more rewarding. One of his hands moved to pat his chest and flicked his nipple causing the man to jolt and growl out like a dog.
Drew's lips drew back in a snarl and he screwed his eyes shut as he leaned into the older man and grinded it into the feeling of his leg under his crotch. He was seething internally because he knew Punk would never let him down for acting so desperate but now he was caught in his own trap. “Shut..up.” He reached out and grabbed Punk by the throat, giving a squeeze as a warning which only elicited a groan. Which in turn made Drew push himself forward with the closest thing he's done to a moan.
Punk was still smirking even with the hand around his neck; it didn't bother him as much as Drew would've hoped. His eyes glinted in amusement as he pushed his knee upwards and reached out to steady McIntyre when the bigger man crumbled into him. “Falling apart for me..” He cooed and moved his hand to grasp Drew's jaw gently. He didn't miss the darkened stare that flashed in those eyes before returning to simply staring down to avoid eye contact.
The rising warmth in his stomach gave way to the fact this was getting to heated and he almost wanted to chase that high. But just as his grip tightened on the locker he felt Punk draw back his knee and put a hand on his chest to push him slightly off him. The Scot masked his disappointment with a look of annoyance and scoffed as he leaned back from the other man.
“Sorry Drew, can't have you running my clothes because you wanna hump me like a girl.” The older man sneered in a teasing way and patted Drew on the cheek as he slipped underneath the man's arm that was still holding himself up by the locker. His head spinning and the orgasm slowly dying down in his stomach once more.
“Oh, but you can jerk off to my picture if you want!” That's the last thing he heard shouted out before laughter followed and he heard the door open and shut. His brows furrowed as he stood up straight and gritted his teeth while he silently clenched his fist. His rage silently bubbling like a pot on a stove before it simmered down and he ran a hand through his hair feeling his heart hammering in his chest.
What had started as a simple hatred driven feud had turned high with different energy. And his previous lust driven actions were slowly forming into something that he was dreading. Love. Not only had he developed sexual attraction to the older man but now the feelings had dived into something much more complex. And something he wasn't particularly ready for again.
Silence fell in the locker room as Drew stood there with a whirlwind of emotions and he frowned as his expression finally relaxed. Even though he was mad about still being hard it wasn't the main issue here, no he has worse things to worry about now. A frustrated look was still present on his features as his hand slipped out his hair with a defeated groan. “..fuck.”
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