Warning: THIS A SLASH FIC!!! SLASH IS A STORY WHERE TWO MEN OR TWO WOMEN ARE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER!!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE 'GAY SHIT', DON'T READ!!!
Pairing: John Morrison/???
Twisted Iced Tea
All John wants to do was to spend his weekend with a nice novel he been dying to read for months, but a certain person decided to tag along with him to his apartment. Not that he mind the person spending time with him, but he never got the chance to enjoy a moment without any fans, cheering or jeering him. Now sitting on the couch with the book in his hands, his attention couldn't stay in the book since his company is sitting on the couch with him, sniffing his long hair.
Sniff Sniff
"I'm guessing you like the Twisted Iced Tea Body Wash/Shampoo," he finally spoke. He got another sniff for his answer. John couldn't help, but laughed softly since the other person is now acting like a puppy. "If I wanted you to act weak, I should wore this during our matches."
"If you wore this, you would be so rape in the middle of the ring." John's company joked as he licked the side of John's neck, making John jumped.
"Don't."
"Don't what?"
John gave him a dirty look. "Don't start." he warned, putting the book down on the coffee table. His lover smiled at him as he slided down from his seat, giving John a wicked grin with a bit of his tongue sticking out.
"What's wrong? Is the great John Morrison is weak as well? Let me guess, you like the way the ball of my tongue ring brushing against that skin of yours? he teased. Taking off his shirt to reveal his many tattoos, he sat up on the couch, grabbed the remote, and began to watch TV. John cursed in his head as he looked at his lover of a few months. He remembered that night when he talk to one of the legends at the back during an ECW show.
It seems like a curse if you want to call it that. When you have a great feud with a guy, that's the guy you're going to fall for
He thought it was a joke to scare the new kid, but it turned out to be true. "Damn that Dreamer." he said out loud.
"Huh?" asked CM Punk as he snapped out of his show. "Did you say something?"
John moved closer to the older man and said, "Nothing special. I was thinking what Tommy told me a while back when I was champ. Something about faling for someone that I'm feuding. Someone tattoo-upped chump." he watched from the corner of his eyes to see the reaction of Punk, loving that fact Punk growling at him.
"Rather be a chump than a Jim Morrison wannabe." said CM Punk. He didn't expect for John jumping on him, and started tickling him.
"You bitch! I'll kill you." John said as he laughed at the mercy of Punk. Punk tried to fight back, but failed as John used all of his weight to pin him on the soft couch. Laughing his ass off, Punk finally grabbed John by the back his head, and took a long drag of the sweet smell from Bath & Body Works.
"What about your book?" he puffed in his ear, taking a tiny nip at it.
John grinned at him, looking at Punk dead in the eyes. "What about it?" They locked lips, caressing each other's hair and bodies. So into their passion, they rolled off the couch, but never breaking apart. Now with Punk on top, he was the first to broke away from the kiss.
"I think I should get a little rematch for the title," he whispered, grinding his lower body onto Morrison's.
"I'm up for it, Punk." he replied. Without another work, Punk took his hand, and they went to their bedroom for that...rematch
The End
