Title: Standing on the Sun

Author: Rebellecherry

Summary: Picks up where Chasing the Moon left off after a five year hitatus.

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, they belong to themselves, and or their parent company.

Four years earlier.

"You invited me up here with you but you won't let me around your friends," Ron said from his prone position on the bed.

Dark chocolate skin against white sheets, the tenor of Ron's voice were enough reasons not leave the room and go downstairs into the lions den. Not mentioning that Colby was probably pissed and Jon had most assuredly arrived. Cabana and Trish were in San Francisco, Trish was too pregnant to fly and driving would have been a nightmare. Celeste didn't want to come without her girlfriend the mystery woman she'd recently started seeing and had been decisively keeping away from the club. Amy and Adam were at some business conference figuring out how to promote the club better and couldn't come so the only people Punk had to rely on to keep him out of trouble and away from Jon were Joe and Colby who still believed they could salvage his relationship with Jon.

"Things are complicated," Punk sighed looking for his jacket, he was supposed to be downstairs a long time ago to direct traffic in the banquet hall, he was throwing the pre-rehearsal dinner for Colby and Joe's wedding and he hadn't done any prep work he'd been distracted by sex and travel with Ron.

"Uncomplicate them," came Ron's answer, "I'd like things to be more serious between us. I know I'm not your boyfriend, I know I'm just a pinch hitter, but a guy could start thinking you were ashamed of him."

"I am not ashamed of you," Punk said firmly, "I'm not ashamed of what we have. Things are just complicated."

"Complicated how baby? I wanna be here for you and I am here for you but if you don't let me in how are we gonna relate to one another?" Ron asked.

"What makes things complicated is that my ex is friends with all my friends and there will have to be explanations and introductions if you come to the party," Punk explained, "I like what we have it's uncomplicated and I like that I don't have to have my guard up all the time with you."

"I'd never hurt you," Ron said.

"I'm sure you wouldn't make it your intention to do so," Punk said, "sometimes lives unravel, people go their separate ways and hearts get broken."

"Is that what happened to you?" Ron asked.

Punk smiled he'd have to confront all his feelings sooner or later but he didn't want to not right now not with Ron, Ron was his safe place, "I'm Teflon remember?"

"I know someone hurt you," Ron said, "he doesn't deserve a glance. If he gives you shit tonight, I'm just a text away. I'll either come down in a suit or my wife beater and jeans depending on how you want me."

Punk laughed walking back to the bed, "I gotta go, order something good from room service I'll be back soon."

What was mean to be a light peck on the lips turned into something a bit more passionate quickly, and Punk had to wrench himself away.

"Get back here soon," Ron told him.

"I will," Punk said walking from the room and headed straight for the elevator.


Jon was exhausted, he'd settle for a shower and a bed the last thing he wanted was some party thrown by his ex. He'd had a long week infiltrating a drug cartel, dealing with Mendez, jumping out of planes, he had to stick his hand up a cow to get a half ounce of cocaine. He endured turbulence on a plane ride he drank a couple glasses of champagne to put his thoughts at a comfortable buzz and lessen the ache in his chest. He still missed Punk like the day he'd left San Francisco, he knew the man's number by heart but refuse to call him even when the ache got so bad he couldn't breathe.

The last year had been hard he drank himself to sleep every night, he threw himself into his work, and completely shut off dating. Though there were many a pretty young thing interested in a rough around the edges loner with no filter like him but he didn't take any home. If it wasn't Punk in his bed there was no point, no one could make him feel that way again. Joe had made him go to see shrink a difficult feat but the Samoan managed, he'd tricked Jon into going for burgers and instead pulled up at a doctor's office. He'd been tazed and carried into the office and found himself sitting drowsily on the woman's couch.

Going to see Renee after a six hour flight was a necessary evil, something he needed to do to keep his demons at bay, he talked and she listened with no judgment. He was a little tipsy so he took a cab rather than a rental car to her office. He found the pretty blonde woman sitting at her desk going through some old files listening to the Beastie Boys a glass of red wine in front her.

"Jon," she looked up from her books with an easy smile, "we don't meet until Thursday."

"I know but I kinda needed to talk," Jon stalled in the doorway it was after five and her receptionist had let him through knowing that he was her most high maintenance patient.

"How was your trip?" she asked.

"Fucking dislocated my shoulder," he grumbled she didn't know what he did for a living he told her he was in some sort of business he'd been vague the only time he spoke to her about work was when he was taking off for a while to go into the field or to gripe about Mendez.

"That's always fun," Renee said, "how'd you manage that?"

"I'm the most reckless guy you know," he said, "how do I manage to do anything?"

"True," she laughed, "you got back in time to make your friend's wedding I see."

"Yes, that's why I'm here," Jon said, "I need you to shrink me up my ex is going to be there all stunningly beautiful and as cold as ice."

"Ah…Punk," she said, "the more you tell me about him the more interested I am in talking to him I'd love to get the two you in for a joint session."

Jon laughed, "I'm sure that'll solve all our problems. He didn't show up that night for a reason I need to move on he obviously has."

"Are you sure?" Renee asked, "he could be dating around and hooking up as defense mechanism. Just like how your drinking has picked up."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jon said with a shrug.

"Denial doesn't suit you," Renee said seriously, "since this isn't an official session and I'm starving to death. Let's go to that sports bar you like, the one that serves that really great steak. I'm dying for some meat."

Twenty minutes later they were at a Dave and Busters. Renee was digging into a rare steak and Jon was eating the greasiest cheeseburger money could buy.

"Vegetarianism not working out for you?" he asked around a mouthful of food.

"Not all," she said stealing one of his fries, "it's like when I tried to go gay, it didn't work for long. I was in an airport lounge picking up a pilot before the five month adjustment period was over."

"You don't go gay," Jon explained with a sigh, "it's something you are, I should know."

"I'll give you that one," she said.

"You're probably bisexual at best," Jon told her.

"Bayley was too clingy," Renee said, "men are just easier."

"She's sweet," Jon said of the nice girl he'd seen around the office that Renee had been dating.

"How are you going to deal with your ex being in town?" she asked.

"I'm gonna get so drunk that I don't know even know my name much less his," Jon said, "it seems like the best plan I can come up with."

"It seems that you've built up some resentment toward him," she said.

"I thought you were off the clock?" he asked.

"Our doctor patient relationship has crossed several dozen lines," she shrugged.

"You're shrinking me at dinner," he said.

"I can shrink you if I want," she said, "You need to work through these issues."

"If I work through my issues then I'll be cured, I won't have to come see you anymore," Jon explained, "you'll lose money and we won't get to hang out much anymore."

"That would suck," she said, "but in all honesty you have more issues than Rolling Stone. It would take years to "cure" you. I'm not saying that you need to be cured of anything as you're not sick, unstable maybe but you're not sick."

Jon licked his lip and reached for the barbecue sauce. He wished he believed that.

"I'm serious," she said.

"Wanna go across the street and have some shots when we're done here?" he asked.

"You know it," she said, "I can call Bayley and make a night of it."

"I'll just end up watching the two of you make out once you get wasted," Jon said.

"I can get her to bring her roommate," Renee smirked.

"Richardo," Jon did a spit take of his beer.

"Come one everyone needs a little love!" Renee said, "he's completely smitten with you. You need to get back on the horse my friend."

"Horse is right, he's a fucking Clydesdale," Jon grimaced, "he keeps staring into my eyes and touching my thigh."

"He's sweet!" Renee said, "I'm gonna call them! Wait a minute you've got that thing tonight the pre-rehearsal dinner for your friend's wedding. You're doing the avoidey thing."

"Am not," Jon said.

"You so are," Renee said, "We're going, you and me. Maybe I'll get to meet this infamous Punk."


The elevator finally dinged and he stepped off of it. Colby was on him in two seconds flat.

"Where in the hell were you?" the man wanted to know, "how are you late we've got suites upstairs."

"I…" Punk tried to come up with a convincing story but he had nothing.

Colby pinched him through his suit jacket and dragged him through the throngs of mingling people, "You're the worst bridesman ever."

"On what scale?" Punk wanted to know, "Kristen Wiig bad?"

"Close," Colby said, "the only way to top being an hour late to a party you're supposed to be hosting is to fuck the groom on top of the cake."

"Neither of you would have any objections to that," Punk laughed.

"This have been crazy here," Colby complained and Punk snagged a glass of champagne from a near by waiter and handed it to his friend.

"It couldn't have been that bad," Punk said.

"Ari got drunk and threw herself at Bourne, and made the poor fuck cry, then she threw up on him," Colby said, "daddy is doing shots of whisky with your train wreck outside, mommy and Nattie are helping Ari get cleaned up, Tori and Josh are helping Bourne clean up, Trini and J are off doing who knows what and we haven't even had the second course. I've lost complete control. Ziggler is actually making sense over there and my brain hurts. Show up late again and Ziggler will end up being my bridesman!"

"Here," Punk said softly grabbing a flute of champagne and handing it to his friend, "I'll make this up to you I promise."

"Toast would be good, and lay on the charm," Colby said pleased.

Punk sighed and signaled a waiter for a glass of sparkling cider he clinked his glass politely, "May I have everyone's attention please. I was tardy for the party but only because I was thinking of something wonderful to say that wouldn't make the speech I say on the wedding day sound weak in comparison."

Everyone laughed politely he even had the disinterested acquaintances eating out the palm of his hand, "To those of us who are blessed to find true love, and even more fortunate to hold on to it."

The elevator doors opened midway through Punk's toast revealing Jon who stopped dead in his tracks upon spotting Punk who in a fit of what he could only call epic clumsiness spilled his cider all down the front of his suit. It happened like something in a movie or something he met eyes with Jon, and felt all the same love that he'd felt over a year ago when he'd watch that helicopter take off.

However clinging to Jon was a small blonde woman who was clearly drunk, Joe was with them rolling his eyes annoyed because he'd probably been wrangling them for a while now.

He was mingling talking to Joe's parents when it happened someone brushed against him from behind he didn't have to turn around or see who it was the shudder that took his body made him painfully aware of who it was.

"Long time no see Punk," Jon said dangerously close to Punk's ear, "I'm glad to see you're still the belle of the ball."

"Hello Jon, it's nice to see you too," Punk whispered turning to face the man he was standing with the small blonde woman who was wearing a bright smile to match her expensive bandage dress.

"You don't have to be so polite Punk," Jon said.

Punk could tell the man was drunk he and his blonde companion both reeked of whisky.

Punk pasted on a fake smile, "I am the host of this party it's my duty to be cordial. I'm afraid I haven't met your lady friend."

"My fiancée actually," Jon revealed, "Punk I'd like you to meet Renee."

Punk blinked he couldn't have heard right, Jon was gay, and by all accounts he hadn't even moved on from Punk he'd dug his heels and refused to see anyone. And Punk had been worried about bringing Ron to the wedding and hurting Jon's feelings.

"But you're gay," Punk blurted trying to wrap his head around the information he'd just received.

"You once told me you don't fall in love with a person's gender, you fall for the person," Jon seemed happy to throw that back in his face.

"I'm just shocked… I'm happy for you," Punk said, "it's nice to meet you Renee, I'm Phil."

Renee coughed spilling champagne everywhere, she shot a glance and Jon before she recovered and smiled politely at Punk, "It's great to finally meet you too."

"What about you are you seeing anyone in particular or does it just depend on the day of the week?" Jon asked.

"Jon!" Renee chided, "that's rude."

"Colby probably told you that I've been seeing a few guys," Punk told him, "I have it's cool, right now I got something a little more steady."

"Really?" Jon asked, "he here?"

"Yes, but he's in our room," Punk said, "His name is Ron and he's an advertising executive he's working on a big campaign right now which was why I was late."

"I'll bet," Jon muttered.

"What was that?" Punk asked.

"I'd really love another glass of champagne dear," Renee nudged Jon.

"What?"

She held up her empty glass, "I'm all out why don't you get me some more."

"I could use another refill myself," Jon said, "You okay here?"

"Sure, Phil will look after me, won't you?" Renee asked.

"Of course," Punk said.


Jon was thankful for the reprieve, he couldn't believe he'd said those things to Punk. The lies about him and Renee and then bringing up the man's own sex life. Now he'd left Punk alone with Renee and there was no telling what she might do, she might blow the out and out lie he'd fed Punk about their relationship or worse yet she might shrink 101 Punk on the spot.

Jon made it back quickly with the drinks he had been to rude to bartenders.

"So, what do you do Punk?" Renee was asking as Jon returned with drinks.

"I'm back," Jon announced needlessly hoping to stop where the conversation was heading.

"I'm a stripper, what about you?" he asked.

"I…" Renee blushed, "I'm the same. I strip, I exotic dance…"

"I see where he meets people hasn't changed," Punk laughed.

"Did he take you on cheap dates?" Renee asked.

"I like the simple things," Punk shrugged, "he does pick a great I fucked up flower though."

"He does," Renee gave a smile to Jon who was blushing.

"Phil don't you have some mingling to do?" Jon asked.

"No please stay tell me more about Jon," Renee grabbed Punk's hand, "I don't know anyone here. And I feel like we know each other already from having to put up with this one."

"Sure," Punk said looking over Renee's shoulder, "excuse me for a moment, I'm going to have to go deal with some official bridesman duties."

Jon turned and watched him walk away there seemed to be a situation over by the restrooms, TJ had

apparently gotten into an argument with J. They were about to come to blows when Punk walked up.

"I understand the appeal," Renee bit her lip watching Punk interact with the two angry men, "he's gorgeous and he really seems to have a way with people."

"I'm sorry for lying about us," Jon said deciding that he couldn't watch Punk anymore the ache in his chest was making it too hard to breathe.

"Well you couldn't say you were here with your therapist," Renee laughed, "I think I can handle being your fiancée for one night."

Punk after soothing tensions between the two men he sent one to take a walk and the other back to his girlfriend returned to Jon and Renee with Joe and Colby.

Joe sporting a huge grin and Colby wearing a confused expression.

"So Punk just told me, that you've finally brought the mysterious Renee around," Joe chuckled.

Jon raised an eyebrow, he knew Joe was going to bust his balls about this later in private, but Colby didn't know about his sessions with Renee as his therapist otherwise he'd definitely blow his spot.

"I've never heard anything about a Renee," Colby muttered, "and as far as I understood you were strictly dickly."

"You don't fall in love with someone's gender you fall for the person," Jon said calmly.

"Oh so you on that shit too," Colby said, "so how's the sex?"

"It's pretty fucking hot," Renee replied quickly before sharing a shifty eyed look with Jon hoping to get off the subject of their sex life, "We gonna eat soon? I know you just fed me but I could do with a top off."

"What can I say my girl has voracious appetite both for food and for me," Jon laughed, "What can I say."

"We're gonna eat soon," Punk said glancing down at the iPhone in his hands, "would you excuse me for a moment?"

"Sure," Renee said.

Colby followed Punk leaving Jon and Renee alone with Joe.

"Engaged?" Joe asked laughing.

"It just came out like word vomit," Jon admitted, "go ahead laugh your ass off."

"Why though?" Joe asked.

"I'm drunk and I panicked," Jon sighed, "there he was looking all beautiful working the room…I just said it, I couldn't tell the truth."

"Yes you could have," Joe said, "Renee how do you feel about this. I'm sure this is violating your doctor patient contract."

Renee laughed, "We did that a long time ago pal."

"You're okay with this?"

"It's only for a night, what's the worse that could happen?" she shrugged.

"I hate when people say that," Jon said, "then crazy shit starts to happen."

"That's completely unfounded and superstitious," Renee said, "nothing bad is going to happen."

"I am glad you're so confident," Jon said, "but you may have just jinxed us all."

"Well, whatever happens it'll be fun to watch," Joe said walking away.

Punk returned with a livid Colby and a tall chocolate skinned man with dread locks dressed in a sharp gray suit. Jon sized the man up, lots of facial piercing but he was wearing a kind smile and he was regarding Punk as if he were the only man in the room.

"You brought someone and you didn't bother to tell me you were bringing a plus one?" Colby wanted to know.

"It's not a big deal," Punk said, "he had work things to do, and we just wanted to get out of Cali for awhile. The snow is nice for a weekend I miss it."

"I'm gonna have to take you to the cabin in Big Bear one weekend then," Punk's companion grinned.

"Everyone I'd like you to meet Ron," Punk said with a small smile.

"It's nice to meet all of you finally," Ron finally took his eyes off Punk and turned his attention to Jon and the others in the circle.

Colby sucked his teeth loudly and Punk who seemed to be expecting this attempted steer things back on course, "Why don't we get some seats. They're setting out the food."

Colby pulled a face glancing at the servers setting out the food.

"Why are you making that face you told me you wanted buffet food at this party?" Punk said, "and I didn't want to have to find out who wants chicken or veal or veg."

"It's not that, it's the lack of trust in this room," Colby said stalking away.

"What was with that?" Punk blinked directing the question to Joe.

"He's hurt," Joe sighed, "you left him out of the loop, showed up extremely late to a party you're throwing, he thinks Jon is trying to steal his shine by getting engaged to a woman."

"You get all that from that stank little comment?" Jon asked, "If I haven't said it time and time again you two are made for each other. Ain't nobody else gonna put up with that shit."

"I gotta go take care of my baby," Joe said, "it was nice meeting you Ron don't let these three corrupt you before you even reach the table."

"Corruption is our forte," Renee grinned.

Punk rolled his eyes, "I love that boy but he's too high maintenance Joe's got patience of a saint."

"Maybe what he gets from his lover is worth way more than dealing with a mood swing," Ron shrugged, "he knows that life is better with him than without him despite all his drama."

Punk looked at his companion after his corny words of wisdom as if he were deciding on something important, "Let's go mingle, I've got more people I want you to meet."

Jon's stomach was rumbling and roiling at the same time, Ron was standing too damn close to Punk their hands touching. How in the hell was he going to get through this weekend, hell how was he gonna get through this damn dinner?

A small soft hand curled around his, and he glanced down at the blonde at his side, "You ready to eat babe?"

Jon nodded. Renee's presence proved to be invaluable during dinner. She fielded all the questions about the fake engagement with Jon, most were fired out by Colby and his sister Victoria, it would have been worse had little Arianne been at full attention but she was a sleepy hot mess staring into her plate not saying much and for that Jon was awfully thankful. Victoria grilled Renee and Renee wouldn't crack under the pressure. Her answers were minimal though outright lies, carefully crafted amazing little lies that were astonishingly romantic. Colby grilled Ron with the same efficiency but the dreadlocked man was just as unflappable as Renee, his answers were earnest enough to turn Punk's ears red.

"Could we talk about something else please?" Mama Jackie said, "Poor Phil looks like he's wanting to crawl under the table."

"That's the price for hiding things from me," Colby said, "if he would have mentioned he were seeing Ron we could have had these awkward conversations over coffee."

"But this is so much better," Joe said amused watching Colby in his element.

"I still got to deal with you for introducing Renee and Jon and not bothering to tell me they continued seeing each other," Colby shot at him.


For Punk dinner could not end soon enough, the way Victoria was interrogating Renee and the way Colby had gone after Ron was a bit too much, but Ron answered the questions wonderfully in that honest way he had. Punk knew he had to end things with Ron and quickly it was more than clear the man was feeling more for him than he was feeling in return.

Punk left the table before dessert, he'd been a good boy and eaten mostly everything on his plate because Ron noticed shit like that and called him on it. He needed air. Renee and Jon were more touchy feely than he'd expected them to be every time he'd glanced in their direction they were in some form of tactile contact. He wanted to tell her to take her hands off but he had no claim to Jon that was beyond clear at this point.

He had to get over this and get over it fast, the cold night air on his skin was invigorating he hated having to leave the outside patio to go back into the banquet room. The party was half over and he'd only managed to greet some of his guest he was a shitty host but at least Colby seemed to be having fun.

"I guess you needed some air too," Jon's voice came after the door clicked shut behind him.

"It's nice out here," Punk said.

"It is," Jon joined him near the balcony railing.

"Is it always gonna be like this with us?" Punk said, "so fucking cordial and polite."

"As opposed to what Punk? I'm not sure what you want from me," Jon said.

"I don't know," Punk sighed allowing himself to really look at Jon and take in how handsome he looked in an actual suit against the Seattle skyline, with the snow falling behind him creating a lovely background.

"I think that was always the problem," Jon said, "I tell you I want all of you that I want to marry you. You pull back while your body cries out for me."

"Jon," Punk said a little stunned.

"Why are you still so afraid?" Jon asked, "does that poor sap in there know that you're never going to let him in? That you're going to break his heart because that's what you do."

"Me breaking hearts?" Punk sputtered, "you fucking demolished mine!"

"Please you never loved me," Jon said, "if you did you would have a little bit more trouble sliding in and out of bed with whichever flavor of the week tickles your fancy."

"You know nothing about my life now," Punk said, "because you gave me an ultimatum and removed yourself from it."

"I know enough," Jon said.

"Are you jealous? You've got your little blonde haired blue eyed ticket to a picket fence 2.5 kids and a two car garage in suburbia you don't need to be worrying about me," Punk said.

"Old habits are heard to break," Jon said fishing his jacket for his cigarettes and lighter, he took one out and lit it.

"Worry about your fiancée," Punk said and with that he was back inside anger boiling over inside his stomach not quickly enough not to hear Jon's shout.

"Enjoy the distraction!"

He stifled it when he met the kind eyes of Ron. The party was dying down nobody would miss him if he disappeared with Ron for a while he could use Ron's brand of distraction right about now.