#punknight

CM Punk and LA Knight. Two big names of WWE as of recent events. They were known for stoking a bitter rivalry with one another on an episode of RAW. Little did the audience know that they were actually very close behind the scenes…

As Punk and Knight were walking back to their hotel, Punk noticed that Knight was falling behind, dragging his feet a little. This was a drastic change compared to his usual smug and overly confident walk where he had his chest out and took long, graceful strides.

Punk looked over his shoulder at Knight. “Knight, you good? You’re dragging behind,” he called out.

Knight looked up from the ground with a soft groan. “Yeah, I’m good,” he responded with a sniffle.

Punk had noticed Knight’s sniffle. He noticed more about Knight than he wished he did. “You sound kinda stuffy. Are you sure?” he called out, clearly not buying when Knight said he was fine.

“Dude, I’m good. Worry about walking, not me,” Knight replied, still sniffling.

“Obviously I’m gonna worry about you before just walking! I’m pretty sure you’re getting sick.”

“Oh, please. Just cuz I’m a little sniffly and my throat’s a little sore and my head hurts a bit and-”

“Those are literally all symptoms of being sick!” Punk exclaimed. “Ya don’t gotta pretend you’re fine around me, ya know?”

“I know, but I am fine,” Knight said.

“Exactly my point. I can tell you’re sick. When we get back to the hotel, we’re gonna have to sleep in separate beds cuz I’m not trying to get sick either.”

Knight did not take this well as his expression dropped. “What?”

“Yeah. You’re sick, and I’m not trying to get whatever you have, but don’t worry too much about that. You probably just have a cold.”

“But I’m not cold.” Knight smirked.

“Ha ha ha. Very funny, Knight,” Punk said sarcastically, though he couldn’t hold back a soft chuckle. “But when we get back to the room, you’re gonna go to bed, and I’m gonna get you some medicine.”

Knight groaned dramatically, like a child. “Fiiiine…”

Finally, they returned to the hotel room, and Punk made no hesitation getting Knight into a separate bed, despite his constant complaints.

“But Puuunk! I’m not tired!” the younger man whined.

“I’m not saying you have to sleep,” Punk said, “I just want you to stay in bed and let your body wind down.”

Knight rolled his eyes. While he hated being sick as Punk would give him all these commands that he didn’t want to follow, like “Stay in bed,” or “Drink more water,” he enjoyed being periodically pampered by his boyfriend.

As Knight visualized finally being better, his thoughts were interrupted by Punk’s voice calling out from the door, “I’m gonna go get you some medicine. I’ll be right back.”