Title See the Sun
Pairing John Morrison/CM Punk
Rating M (language)
Disclaimer If I owned them, I'd be far too busy to be writing about them
Just a little something really to try and get myself back into writing again. Inspired slightly by 'See the Sun' by Dido. Based around JoMo leaving WWE
A loud banging awoke the 6ft brunette from where he'd been sleeping on the sofa and it took him a couple of minutes to work out what day it was, that it was after 2 in the afternoon and that the banging was someone knocking on his front door.
'All right, all right.' John muttered, pulling on a hoodie and stumbling into the hall, rubbing sleep from his eyes and tripping over the empty takeaway cartons that littered the floor. He pulled open the front door, only to be pushed aside by his best friend Phil Brooks who marched past him into the living room, opened the blinds and started piling all the takeaway cartons, empty ice cream tubs and used tissues into a black binbag.
'Get your ass upstairs and in that shower now drama queen, we're going out!'
John snorted and flung himself back onto the sofa, crossing his arms and shaking his head. 'No fucking way. I'm not going anywhere.'
Looking up at the younger man, Phil smiled softly and took his hand. 'You look like shit Johnny.'
'Well thanks. I really wanna go out now Phil, you've persuaded me,' replied John, pouting.
'Fucks sake! I'm trying to help you John. Can't you see that? You've been lying on that sofa for 3 weeks now and you can't go on like this. There are other people besides me that want to know how you're coping and you owe it to them to get out of this damn house. Because frankly, you're lucky they still care at all.'
'How I'm coping? How I'm fucking coping?' The brunette punched the sofa in annoyance. 'Well let's see, I lost my job – the only job I ever wanted, by the way – and to make things worse, my girlfriend dumps me when it was her god damn fault that we both got fired in the first place. So how do you think I'm doing Phil, huh?'
The older man glanced up at John from the floor where he had gone back to tidying while John had been ranting. 'You done?' John opened his mouth indignantly to continue but Phil was too quick.
'For fucks sake John I get it. You loved the chick, but you and I both know that her leaving was the best thing she's ever done for you. You said it yourself; you lost your job because of her. You know it, I know it and so do the guys sitting in the bar down the street waiting for you to get off your ass and leave this damn house! Though why they're bothering after how you've been treating all of us these past few months I don't –'
'Why the fuck are you here then Phil? If I'm such a bastard then why don't you just fuck off and leave me alone?'
'Oh for fucks sake' Phil muttered before climbing up onto the couch, grabbing John by the back of the neck and kissing him forcefully. John arched his back and moaned into the kiss as Phil pulled away, leaving the smaller man looking slightly dazed.
'Shower! Now!' Phil ordered.
John nodded blankly but stayed seated. Phil shoved him off the sofa onto the floor, snapping him back into focus as he glared up at the tattooed guy who was laughing hysterically.
'Ass!' John shot at Phil with a grin.
'Yep' replied Phil wih a wink 'but you love it!'
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