It was late afternoon, bright waning sunlight streaming through the blinds on Punk's custom bus, the one he preferred to travel in for shows that weren't too far from home. It was easy to see why, as he had really dumped the extra money into it, decking it out with all his favorite comic book memorabilia. It was a real nerd heaven, especially considering what was going on in the large bedroom in the back at that moment.

Punk lay sprawled out languidly across the king-size bed, head propped up on several pillows covered in different Batman pillowcases, intently reading an X-Men comic. He was nibbling absent-mindedly on his thumbnail, engrossed in the story. He had always loved the tumultuously toxic relationship between Logan and Jean Grey ever since he was a kid, and Jean had been his biggest crush for the longest time. He had certainly rubbed one out numerous times in the past thinking about the fiery redhead and the Wolverine's undying lust for her (putting himself in Logan's place, of course), and today was apparently one of those times as well, as his hand found its way down to his crotch, massaging his junk through the baggy jeans he was wearing. His eyes were focused on a splash page of Dark Phoenix, her exaggerated body giving him a literal nerd boner.

As he stared at the image, he gently squeezed his half-hard cock, teasing it slowly into a firmer, larger version of itself. He sighed, wishing he could hold those gravity-defying tits of hers in his hands. He put his hand back on his stomach again, trying to be good, but it wasn't long before it had ventured south again, this time delving down inside the front of his pants. He happened to be going commando that day because of the hot summer weather, so there was nothing to come between his hand and his hardening dick. He squeezed it again until it twitched and he let out another sigh.

Just then, he was interrupted by his phone's text notification going off. He flopped the book down on his chest and reached out beside him to get it. He looked at it, smirking. It was from Seth.

(Text)

Yo almost there be like 15 max. Don't start without me j/k

He laughed to himself, shaking his head slowly, wondering to himself what the hell he thought he was doing, inviting the younger boy over to check out his comic book collection and the myriad of other collectibles he had stuffed into his fanboy emporium. He agreed to it only after much begging from Seth at the last WWE event they were at together, Seth gushing about his self-confessed "Jean Grey fetish" on and on as he kept grabbing onto Punk's arm and jumping up and down like a little kid when Punk told him about some of the rare items he had in the bus. He found himself enjoying the company of the young Seth, and the fact that Seth seemed to always fawn over him when they ran into each other didn't hurt either.

Punk liked it when he knew people found him attractive, even though he tried not to let his ego get too inflated most of the time. It was just that sometimes, when he was in the right mood, his evil side would choose to come out to play, and that's when crazy shit always seemed to happen. He had promised himself he would behave this time, however, not wanting to scare Seth off by being too weird.

Even though Punk knew he was an absurdly attractive man, he still had insecurities, one of the biggest being his sometimes-attraction to other guys. He had heard rumors from others on the WWE roster about Seth being rather "open-minded" sexually, and even though his first reaction was not to believe it, there was a little tiny piece of him that really wanted it to be true. Punk knew he was treading on a very slippery slope, and the question was whether or not his soon-to-be-houseguest was going to be the one to push him down it. All he knew for sure was that if he was going down, he was damn sure Seth was going down with him.