2. nlee86 Cena/Punk, smut, beer(this was really hard as I don't actually ship these two at all)

"Bastard!" yelled Punk. He was covered in beer. Slamming the locker room door shut, he spat on the floor, disgusted with just that brief hint of alcohol on his tongue.

"Come here," soothed John. He tugged Punk closer, wrapping his arms around his less-than-delighted fuck-buddy.

"I smell like a brewery!" objected Punk trying to push John away.

John didn't reply instead he lowered his head and before Punk could react John started to lick the side of his face. For a moment Punk couldn't work out what John was doing but then, as the knowledgeable tongue worked its way over the corner of his mouth, Punk suddenly relaxed, realising what John was doing. His wonderful annoying larger-than-life fuck-buddy was cleaning him up, and for once Punk didn't have to heart to make a sarcastic or biting comment in reply. Instead he simply leant into the embrace and let John carry on, secretly loving the surprisingly erotic moment.