I own no one is this story, they own themselves, if I did Punk would wander around in those tight little underwear all the time. This is slash if you don't like slash leave now! It is rated M for a reason, there will be smut, possible triggers, and swearing. I honestly hope you enjoy and review this story. Thank you for taking the time to even give it a chance!
The knock at my door in the middle of the night doesn't surprise me, he often comes in the middle of the night, he never sleeps so showing up to talk, to watch movies, or hell sometimes just to watch me sleep isn't abnormal. What does surprise me is how timid the knock is and the state he is in when I open the door. Dried blood on his chin from a split lip and his eye swelling, he is holding his arm close to his body as if in pain. He looks like someone kicked the shit out of him, and I know who that someone is and my blood is boiling. Ever since Punk entered into a relationship with him, he has become distant from everyone especially me, he has cut out people who care about him and when he is with us he constantly checks his phone and seems withdrawn from the world. He glances over his shoulder and acts like he expects the world to end every time a door opens. I've been expecting this for sometime but now to see it with my own two eyes I want to go kick his boyfriends ass. I let him inside and he walks slowly to my couch sitting down. I don't know what to say or what to do first he needs some medical attention and my limited medical knowledge is not going to help. Yet I walk to the kitchen and retrieve an ice pack, and my first aid kit. I crouch in front of him, and take a closer look at his injuries.
I'm not sure what is wrong with his arm yet, so I focus on the obvious pressing the ice to his eye. I open the kit and take out the antiseptic rubbing gently at his lip, he winces but remains still, he doesn't speak and I can not come up with anything to say that won't be hostile and make him withdraw from me. After I am sure his lip is not bleeding, and cleaned up his face I glance at his shoulder. "I don't think I have anything here that can fix that, we need to go to the hospital Punk." He takes a deep breath and looks at me slowly, his green eyes are hidden by his bleach blond hair so I push it gently out of the way and force a smile.
"I think it is just dislocated, it just needs to be popped back into place and then I will be fine." I want to argue with him instead I take his arm and gently explore, it does feel like his shoulder is out of place and so as gently as possible I do so. He yelps but I can see the relief cross his face almost instantly.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" He glances away from me and I can see a look in his eyes that tells me I don't want to know the answer but I wait knowing he will eventually tell me. He takes several deep breaths and looks into my eyes. The hollow look in his own eyes, it breaks my heart a little and my plan to find his boyfriend and kick his ass is kicked into higher gear. I won't do it until I'm sure Punk is okay and resting, but I will find the man and make sure he never lays a hand on Punk again.
"It's nothing he was just a little rough and I'm bleeding a little bit umm inside?" He bites at his lip ring and I have to cringe.
"Did he force you?" He shakes his head no but refuses to look at me so I have my answer.
"Can I take a look, see if you need stitches or anything." he averts his eyes more and blushes, Punk and I may be close but that would be a new level of closeness that I'm not sure either of us are prepared for but in time of need I will suck it up and give his ass a quick check. He reluctantly stands undoing his jeans and turning away from me, he slides them down and I am presented with an ass that actually makes my cock jerk to life. This surprises me as I have never been attracted to Punk, granted we both like guys but I am usually not into tattooed dirty guys. I go for guys more like myself, so any reaction to Punk surprises me, I force down my reaction and focus on the task at hand. I spread him gently and glance, I see some blood but nothing that would concern me to greatly, the bruises on his thighs are more concerning and tells me exactly how rough the sex got. I'm not exactly sure how to check for tearing without being more invasive. "you're not bleeding too much, but I really can't tell anything from just looking. Can I touch you?" I see a slight nod and check for the first aid kit I find a small tube of lubrication so I coat a finger and carefully slide it inside of him. I touch him gently exploring, I don't find any real damage but notice his breath hitch when I press against his prostate.
This is getting awkward for both of us, so I withdraw my finger and clean both of us up. I adjust my pajama bottoms before telling him that I think he will be okay. He pulls up is pants and retakes his place on my couch hugging himself and not speaking. I clean up the kit and press the eye pack back to his face before sitting down beside of him. "Want to tell me what happened?" He shakes his head no and I sigh just pulling him closer to me and allowing his weight to settle against my body, his head on my chest. I know pushing him will cause him to retreat so I hope he will just decided to speak to me. I flip on the TV and glance down at him, "what you want to watch?" He shrugs staring at the TV. I settle on a late night comedy show repeat, and wait stroking my fingers through his blond hair.
"I shouldn't have made him mad, I know what happens when he gets mad. We fought, and he kicked me out. I'm sorry to show up here in the middle of the night Colt, but I didn't know where else to go." His words set my nerves on end, he is blaming himself for showing up at my door, hurt, raped, and shut down.
"This is not your fault, no matter how mad he gets he has no right to touch you. Not to mention raping you, I would suggest going to the police but you will just tell me no so I am not going to bother. I just don't understand why you are with him, there are so many people who would kill to be with you, treat you like a fucking king. Instead you choose to stay with a guy who beats the shit out of you. Would you do me a favor and just explain it to me so I can understand." He swallows and glances up at me at for the first time I see the beauty in his face, even with the bruises he is beautiful. If you look past the worry, the dark circles, the scruffiness he has an incredible grace to his face. It causes me to swallow hard and wonder where these thoughts are coming from, why am I noticing him in this light, now, tonight, when all I really need from him is answers, and all he wants from me is comfort.
"He loves me Colt, it's just some times he gets angry. Besides there are not that many people out there who want me. It wasn't rape so don't exaggerate, it was just rougher then normal. He loves me and he will apologize and things will be okay." I laugh knowing it is harsh but really who is he trying to convince.
"Look Punk I don't want to piss you off but that is not love, and he is never sorry or he wouldn't do it again. If you said no even once it was rape and I have a feeling you said no more than once. I could name a ton of people who would want a chance to be with you, why do you think he is so jealous and possessive, why do you think he cuts you off from people who care about you. He is afraid that you will figure out you are worth a helluva lot more than his version of love, and afraid you will finally notice all of those who desire you. But why am I bothering, why am I wasting my breath. You'll go back to him in the morning and it will be weeks until I see you again. So I give up, just remember I am here for you no matter what Punkers." Punk doesn't speak his eyes are drawn back to the TV but I think he may actually be thinking over my words.
"Who wants me?" He asks this and I think I may laugh at his question.
"Who doesn't want you Punk?" He gives me a strange look so I decided to rattle off some names. "AJ, Hero, Daniels, Raven, Low Ki, hell pretty much the whole fucking locker room Punk. You have a great body and once you get past the initial meeting, a great personality." He looks startled and then glances away from me and I think he may be blushing, I wonder if any of them appeal to him. Hell I would do anything to get him away from his current boyfriend, maybe even date him myself.
"Really you think so, Paul tells me I'm ugly and that I'm lucky to be with him, that no one else would ever want me. I think he is right, I need to lose weight, I'm out of shape, I have bleached out hair and dress like a homeless person, why would anyone want me? Do you want me?" Another reason why London is a dead man, he has ripped Punk's confidence to shreds, he comes off as the most confident person in the world when he is in the ring, or has a microphone in his hand but in reality he has body issues and issues with his self-assurance. London has pounced on it and torn Punk down as much as possible. I wonder how I should answer his question and if I can convince him not to go back tonight, even if I have to lie to keep Punk safe I would do it.
"I know a lot of people want you, I could call them now and have them confirm this for you. As for my feelings what does it matter you are going to leave in the morning and go to him, so how I feel doesn't matter does it." He chews on his lip ring and I want to pull his lip away from those teeth, I'm always afraid he is going to chew right through his lip with the way he chews on it when he is worried, nervous, thinking, or sometimes just bored.
"If I didn't go back, if I walked away from him, it would matter. Your answer would matter perhaps more than it should." the last part is said under his breath but I catch it and I suddenly feel stuck. I am just recognizing that I am attracted to Punk, and now he is basically saying he would walk away from an abusive relationship if I had feelings for him. I have feelings for Punk, I'm just not sure it's what Punk wants. Fuck me if I push him back towards London, and fuck me if I do this and it hurts him more than London does. I'm at a crossroad, and each path has obstacles, but I only see one as an option and its the one that involves a heartfelt lie.
"There would be a chance for us if you left him, I have feelings for you Punk and I would love to explore them, but I can't do that unless I know he is gone from your life for good. I would need you to choose me over him." Fingers clench in my t-shirt and he looks up at me curiosity in his eyes, and I keep a smile on my face hoping he can't see the truth in my eyes, he seems hopeful and I think it is for the first time in a long time that his eyes are happy.
"There would be a chance, for us, for me, a chance for maybe a future. I just have to walk away from Paul, and I could have you?" I nod and hope I'm doing the right thing, he cocks his head and goes back to chewing on that lip so to stop it I do something that neither of us are expecting. I lean down and catch that lip with my own mouth, my tongue soothing along it. He freezes beneath my mouth, but I don't stop I suck lightly on his bottom lip before capturing his mouth completely with mine. His good arms slowly snakes it way around my neck, and than he is kissing me back almost desperately but I keep it light and tender, I do explore his mouth but I think he has had enough rough for a lifetime. By the time I pull away he is clinging to me, and buries his face in my neck. I'm taken back by the emotions in my mind, I want him, maybe I've wanted him for a while. I wonder if my lies are more truth then deception, I also wonder if I can hang on long enough to enjoy the ride. Punk is very much a tornado in my life and somehow he always causes chaos as he remains the center of my storm. "I'd like to take that chance" he whispers against my neck and I tighten my arms around his waist.
We remain like this until I feel his breath soften on my neck as sleep begins to take over, I carry him down to my bedroom, "sleep Punkers, I am going to call Ace and we are going to go get your stuff from London's place. That is if it is what you want, you can stay with me or at Ace's wherever you want to stay it is up to you." Sleepy green eyes look at me, and I know once he falls he will be dead to the world as he so seldom sleeps.
"Just get my stuff, don't hurt him, he is not worth it. I'll stay wherever you want me too, I don't want to force myself on to you." His insecurities are showing through so I give him a light kiss.
"You'll stay here with me, I want you with me Punkers." He smiles and I wait until sleep takes over to slip from the room. I grad my cell and speed dial Ace hoping he answers though it is a little after three am, he doesn't answer the first time I call but on the fourth time his voice fills the line.
"This better be good Cabana do you know what fucking time it is."
"I know what time it is Ace but I need your help, Punk showed up at my house the shit beaten out of him. He agreed to leave London, but we need to get his stuff tonight or I'm afraid he will go back. If I go alone I'm afraid I will kill the man, he raped him. Punk won't admit it but he raped him. Do you have anyone that can come stay at my place while we go get his shit?" the phone is quiet for a moment and then Ace is swearing up a storm. I can hear him walking and then waking someone up, followed by a muffled conversation.
"I'm on my way, I'm bringing Hero with me he will watch over Punk while we are gone. Is he okay, how did you convince him to leave?" I swallow hard and glance at the bedroom door.
"He is a sleep, pretty banged up had to put his shoulder back in place. Not sure if I did it right but it seems not to be bothering him as much. We had a long talk and he is going to move in with me and when he is ready we are going to try to be together, it is what he wants." I never get a response instead the phone is hung up and I know I ma in for a lecture from Ace. He doesn't live far so he arrives with Hero in tow. I check on Punk once more and thank Hero who just nods and takes over my couch flipping through the channels. Ace is quiet until we get in the car and then he reaches over and slaps me upside the head.
"What are you doing? Is this what you want? Do you have feelings for him? Do you know what you are getting yourself into?" I take a deep breath and shake my head slowly.
"I have no clue what I'm doing, I just know that the hope in his eyes, the happiness when I said we could try to be together I haven't seen in so long. When I kissed him, it was so confusing, my feelings are all mixed up but I honestly think a part of me has always wanted him and this may be my chance. Plus if it keeps him away from London then I'll do anything." Ace doesn't answer for a long time not until we are pulling up in front of Punk's apartment.
"I think you'll be good for him, however he is coming over a very volatile relationship he may lash out at you, he may push your buttons, it is not going to be as easy as just being his best friend. I hope you are ready for this because Punk is difficult on good days, being with Punk may drive you insane." I nod I know this, hell I am walking on a tightrope now, and I could easily fall, and if I do I'll be bringing Punk down with me. There is no net for us, just the cold hard world of reality to catch us if we fall. "Lets go get Punk's stuff and teach London a little lesson. I think he needs to feel some pain and get a message to stay far away from Punk." With that we leave the car and enter the battle zone.