Author's Note: Colt's thoughts are in italics
-One day, in 2003-
CM Punk and Colt Cabana were great friends. Hell, best friends. There were never any secrets between them, Punk knew that he could trust Colt, and Colt knew that Punk would stick by him through thick and thin. Colt, however, has feelings for Punk that he can't quite explain to himself, let alone try to clue Punk in on.
Should I tell him? I don't know, what would I even say? What if I just kiss him, words aren't necessary. Well, that could fuck things up badly. Okay, how about I just tell him how nice he looks tonight, and go from there? No, what the fuck, he'd get totally creeped out. Okay. There has to be some way to bring this up with him. He needs to know, he deserves to know.
Punk and Colt are currently in a cramped little car, on their way to a show in Memphis. This drive is killer right now because they'd just finished a show in Chicago and had to jump in the car and get over to Memphis for a show the next day. Both men are exhausted at this point, and Colt's mind is running with all of these thoughts on how to tell Punk, which for some reason he really needs to right now, in the car. Punk absent-mindedly adjusts his crotch in the driver's seat, he just threw on a pair of jeans over his trunks before leaving.
Wow, I want some of that. Wow what the fuck am I thinking? About my best friend? Okay, I need to chill the fuck out.
Colt finally decides to just go with his gut, it's now or never as far as he's concerned, and attempts to strike up the conversation.
"So, Punk..." Colt nervously chews on his lip, then starts again. "You ever thought about, you know, if you'd be good at sucking dick?"
That's possibly the worst thing I could have come up with – FUCK! Why did I say that?!
Punk is speechless for a moment, and then bursts into laughter. Colt nods and laughs along, with the most forced laugh that's ever been uttered.
"Actually Colt, you know, I've never really thought about it, but now that I am thinking about it, I'm very confident that I'd be an awesome cocksucker." Punk laughs heartily again, as he pulls the car into a rest stop.
Colt can feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment but forces out another laugh. He already took the leap and got the conversation going, he might as well see how this will all play out.
"Yeah, I think I'd be good at it, too." Colt manages, making sure to lock eyes with Punk, trying to send the words that he can't come up with.
Punk cuts the engine of the car, after finding a parking spot in the empty lot. "...You want a Pepsi? I'm buyin'." Punk is starting to feel slightly uncomfortable, what is Colt trying to say? Is he trying to say anything?
Colt smiles and puts his hand on Punk's thigh. "Maybe in a few minutes. We should talk first."
Punk looks down at Colt's hand, but then smiles himself. "Okay, Colt. What do you want to discuss?"
Colt takes a deep breath.
"You know I love you, man. You're my best friend. And I don't want to ever keep anything from you. So I'm going to just come right out and say it because I don't think there's any other way to do this. I-"
Punk clasps his hand over Colt's mouth, cutting him off. "No, Colt, don't say it."
Colt feels his heart begin to sink in his chest, what has he done? Punk is going to kick him out and leave him at the rest stop, isn't he?
"If we don't say it, we can't cross into that awkward place. But I want you to know, before you say it, that I know, and me too. I've thought about it too. But we're best friends, Colt. I don't want to do anything to hurt that, what if something happened and we hated each other, then where would we be? So no, Colt, you're not going to say that."
Colt's eyes were wide open, stunned at what Punk had just revealed to him. Before Colt could try to remove Punk's hand and say something, Punk chimed in again.
"I think I have a solution, though. We're both pretty lonely out here on the road, right? We're tired, sweaty, it's not like we have the time or energy to find chicks to be with, you know? But that doesn't mean that we don't have our... needs." Punk takes his hand from Colt's mouth and turns towards him completely, holding Colt's face between his hands. He can see that Colt is still unsure about where he's going with this.
"Friends, especially best friends, can help each other out. Make each other feel good. Give each other that... release." Punk closes the gap between himself and Colt with his lips, opening his mouth slightly to let Colt take the lead and explore Punk's mouth with his tongue.
Punk drops one hand down to Colt's lap, already feeling that he's hard from just that one kiss. Punk feels his ego swell a little, knowing that he could affect his best friend like that so quickly.
"Nobody needs to know, and as long as we never say it, we're just friends helping each other out a little bit. So what do ya say, Cabana, want to see who is really the better cocksucker?" Punk smiles broadly as Colt nods his head, unable to say anything that would make sense. Nothing makes sense anymore.
Punk strips off his own shirt and waits for Colt to do the same. Colt's eyes are transfixed on Punk's pert nipples, however, standing hard and proud but without Punk's rings in. He hadn't had time to put them back in after the show before they had to leave.
"Come on Colt, take it off, don't tease me now," Punk encourages, his own erection now straining his jeans.
"Punk, do you think, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, do you think you could put your nipple rings in?" Colt spoke, shyly.
Punk smirked and nodded, but not before saying "Really, man? Remember, we're just a couple of guys helping each other out..."
Colt was even more embarrassed now, but he figured it was worth it, since Punk was reaching into the back seat to get his backpack. Since Punk got them pierced, all he's wanted to do was tug on them with his teeth. Just in case this situation never happens again, he wants to make the absolute most of it.
Punk slipped the rings in and grabbed Colt's hands, bringing them up to his chest. "There they are. Do you want to suck on them?"
Colt bit his lip and nodded again.
"Then take off your fucking shirt, I need to see you."
Colt practically tore his own shirt off, then almost leaped into Punk's seat as he pressed his face into Punk's chest, drawing the left nipple into his mouth. Tugging on the right ring with his hand, he flicked his tongue lightly over the nipple in his mouth and felt Punk shudder against him. Feeling encouraged, Colt took the ring between his teeth and pulled back, making Punk moan like a slut.
"Shit, Cabana, I had no idea you were so into my piercings. I've got another one that I think you'll love, most of the chicks do, anyway." Punk gasped out, pointing to the tent in his jeans. Colt raised an eyebrow and hungrily licked his lips. "Let's get in the back so we can both lie down, there's a little bit more room back there."
Colt wordlessly got out of the car and starting clearing their stuff into the front seat, before sliding in. Punk got in next to him and immediately started removing the remainder of his clothes once the door was safely closed. Colt started on his own jeans but was not fast enough for Punk, who pounced on him and started pulling them off for Colt. Colt had to laugh a little at his eagerness now.
Colt notices light gleaming off of metal, and looks down at Punk's cock, standing tall before him. Punk has a Prince Albert piercing, two small silver beads on the head of his cock, one on the underside of the head and one at the opening of his slit.
"You like what you see, Cabana?" Punk mused, bringing his own hand to his dick and stroking.
"Y-yeah, I do. I never knew you got that done... can I... can I taste?" Colt is almost drooling while imagining what that will feel like against his tongue.
Punk laughs a little and pushes Colt's head down into his lap. "Suck my cock, Colt."
Colt tentatively licked a trail up Punk's cock, from the base to the piercing, making Punk moan that slutty moan again. Colt loved that whorish sound coming from Punk's lips, and was determined to hear it many times tonight. Punk was leaking pre-cum, and Colt collected it on his tongue, savoring the sweet and unique taste of his best friend.
He took the head into his mouth and sucked him down into his throat, trying his hardest not to gag, as he's never done this before. Punk sucked in a sharp breath and tried not to thrust hard, slamming into the back of Colt's throat and fucking his mouth. Colt began to bob his head on Punk's dick, and Punk couldn't hold back any longer, pressing his hands down onto the back of Colt's head, making Colt choke with Punk's length as far down his throat as it could go. Punk screamed out that slutty moan that Colt loves so much again. Colt gagged and pulled back, Punk releasing him, apologies falling from his lips.
"Shit I'm so sorry Colt, I didn't mean to do that, are you alright?"
Colt coughed some, but quickly recovered. "Yeah, don't worry about it... I kind of liked it." Colt smiled.
Punk smiled back, while pushing Colt back up against the door. "Now it's my turn to taste you." Punk immediately took the whole of Colt's hard cock past his lips and down his throat, clearly somewhat experienced.
"Holy shit, what the fuck, where did you learn..." Colt's head started swimming, he was in heaven, getting a blowjob from CM Punk.
Punk pulled back some, to allow his hand to grasp the base of Colt's member, stroking him swiftly while he licked all around the head. Colt was now moaning, attempting to wrap his legs around Punk's head and pull him in closer. Punk managed to wrestle himself free though, and crashed his lips onto Colt's again.
"Let's suck each other at the same time. I want us to try to cum together." Colt composed himself a little, and managed to lie down across the seat, allowing Punk to turn around and climb on top of him.
"Fucking amazing ass, Punk." Colt said, not realizing that he had said it instead of thinking it. Punk just smirked and laid down on top, all the sweaty skin-to-skin contact turning them both on more than ever.
Punk started, taking Colt's head back into his mouth and sucking the pre-cum from him, ripping another moan from Colt. Meanwhile, Punk thrust his hips down and Colt spread his lips wide for Punk's large dick.
Colt was wrong earlier. Now, he was in heaven. Not only getting a blowjob from his best friend, CM Punk, but also giving one. He can't think of anywhere he'd rather be than right here, with Punk's cock pulsing in his mouth, while he thrusts his own length up into Punk's throat.
It wasn't long before both men were nearing their climaxes. Punk's abdominal muscles were tightening up, and Colt's legs were once again trying to pull Punk ever closer. Punk's ass, with his inviting-looking asshole, was thrusting above Colt's head, and as Punk's thrusts became more erratic and Colt knew he was about to cum, he had an idea.
He quickly slid his finger into his mouth alongside Punk's cock and when it was slick with saliva, he pressed that finger into Punk's throbbing hole. Punk let Colt's cock slip from his mouth as he cried out, moaning more sluttily than ever, and then ground himself down onto Colt's finger and face at the same time. Colt didn't gag this time, and he felt Punk's hot seed spill into his mouth and down his throat.
Catching his breath and realizing he had stopped servicing Colt, Punk took Colt's member in his hand and jerked it quickly, while tonguing at Colt's cockhead. Colt removed his finger from Punk's behind as he swallowed, absolutely loving everything about how Punk tastes.
Punk broke away from Colt's cock for just a second. "Cum for me, Colt, I want to feel your cum all over my fucking face."
Almost immediately, Colt began to climax, shouting obscenities as spurts of his cum landed in Punk's mouth, and all across his cheeks, chin, nose, and lips. Punk swallowed what was in his mouth, and resisted licking his lips. Allowing Colt a few seconds to catch his own breath, Punk turned himself around on top of Colt and placed a tender kiss on his lips. Colt opened his mouth to taste himself on Punk's mouth, and then licked the rest of his cum from Punk's face.
A few minutes of silence passed, with just the sound of their still-labored breathing filling the air.
Colt started to get up and get his clothes back in order, when Punk decided to break the awkward silence with a swat on Colt's butt.
"You're so fucking hot, Cabana, I can't wait to fuck that ass next time."
"Next time?" Colt's heart lifted, Punk wants to do this again?
"Fuck yeah, next time. You haven't felt my pierced cock in your tight ass yet. And I need to get my revenge on you for what you did to make me cum first. Of course, remember, it's purely as friends, to help each other. You know how it is. Everybody should have the pleasure of me, especially my best friend!" Punk pulled his clothes on and started getting back in the driver's seat.
Colt laughed and agreed, but as he was getting back into the front, he remembered something.
"Hey Punk, seriously, how are you that amazing at sucking cock? Have you done that before?"
Punk let a smile spread across his lips as he turned the car on. "I've practiced on a banana while thinking about you." This time, his own cheeks were turning red.
"Well fuck, obviously we should have helped each other out a lot sooner!" Colt laughed.
It may not be my dream relationship with Punk, but I think I can learn to love this arrangement.
Author's Note: I definitely 100% have a chapter 2 in mind for this, so keep an eye out for it, I promise to not make you wait too long!