This was one of those situations that Sheamus was glad he was Irish and had that high alcohol tolerance. He would still be able to make logical thinking decisions. He knew that Wade and Dolph, being the loudmouths they were, bragged about being booked on the top floor. He had a room right next to them, so, he knew that's where Punk was probably gonna try and go. While he was running the stairs, Shea had actually got off long before the top floor. He went to the floor where the midcarders were and slipped into one of the rooms there. He knew they liked to share rooms, so, he didn't have to worry about barging in on anybody. Once he was in and safe, he made sure all the lights were off in the whole room before breathing a sigh of relief. "Thank, God. Ah can finally get some rest..."
"Thank you so much for the information" Punk said to Dolph Ziggler, giving Punk information on the whereabouts of the drunken Irishman. He jumped into the elevator and travelled down to the sixth floor, where the midcarders stayed. Ziggler was kind enough to tell Punk exactly which room Sheamus was located. Apparently he sneaked into Justin Gabriel's room to hide. Once the Chicago native arrived at this particular room, he softly turned the knob of the door, noticing that Sheamus didn't bother to lock the door. "He wants me. He sure does." Punk thought to himself. The room was dark, but Punk could still tell that the room was neat, he hadn't bumped or tripped over anything yet. As he looked around the open room, he soon caught the smell of alcohol, mixed with the sweet scent of Sheamus' sweat.
There he was, sprawled out on the large double bed, face down. Half of the Irishman's white t-shirt was lifted halfway, exposing the milky white skin that was surprisingly visible in the dark lighting of the room. This was Punk's chance. Finally, he had a vulnerable Sheamus right where he wanted him. He softly slipped his shirt off before pouncing on the sleeping giant. "WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!"
He was relaxed. He was calm. For the first time this while entire head, he was completely at peace with his surroundings. Away from the idiotic and drunken people of the streets. Away from Punk and his uncanny ability to not know when to shut the hell up. Or so he thought. If he were to ever find out that Dolph was the one that told Punk where he was, there would be a definite Brogue Kick for the Show-Off. Maybe even a couple in a row. He was right in the middle of finally pulling off to sleep officially when he felt something crash onto him. His eyes shot open immediately, but, he couldn't see a thing. His eyes barely had time to adjust before he heard the voice that was plaguing him for the last two hours. The former WWE Champion had managed to find him again. "What tha hell?!" He was quick to toss the other man off him in a rage.
"Surprised to see me?" Punk asked as he reached for the lamp that was seated on the nightstand. Once the light was able to fill the room once again. A shirtless CM Punk unbuttoned his jeans, before a loud zipping sound filled the room. Punk hopped off the bed and began to tug at his jeans until they fell to his ankles. All the while, Sheamus was still on the bed, in complete shock at what was happening to him. "After I'm through with you, or I guess when you're through with me, you'll never want to drink again. You can get drunk off of me." With that, Punk once again pounced on the Great White and began planting kisses all over Sheamus' face and neck.
Once again, Sheamus was quick to toss the smaller guy off of him. He bad no idea what had gotten into him. All he wanted was a night of rest. Was that too much to ask? Apparently, it was. "Punk, what tha hell are ya doin', lad? I try an' get one night of sleep and you just pop up again? What will it take fer me to get rid of ya?" He knew he was probably gonna regret that question.
"Pound my hole like there's no tomorrow. I need that dick."
"Punk, ya must be out yer mind of ya think ah'm gonna fuck ya. Why don't ya get someone else ta do it? Ah'm sure ya could find somebody willing."
"Ahh...but someone willing isn't fun!" Punk once again climbed on the bed and straddled Sheamus' waist, placing his hands on the thick, broad chest of the Irishman. He leaned in close and whispered. "Just go along with it. I promise you won't regret it. Just fuc-no scratch that. Pound me. Now." Punk's tone was a lot more serious. Whenever it came to something Punk wanted, he will go to great lengths to get it. And he was going to get Sheamus, one way or another. "Do I need to show you what you're gonna get out of this deal? A little preview?"
"Ugh...fine. Go ahead, lad." Sheamus knew Punk wasn't gonna give up any time soon. He was way too persistent for Shea to try and just reason him away. The sooner they get this over with, the sooner he can head off to sleep. It wasn't like he didn't have an important match the next day or anything. He could TOTALLY stay up all night with Punk's antics.
"Awesome! Now sit back and relax. Try not to touch too much though." Punk giggled as he took a few steps away from the bed. He then began to peel his extremely tight boxer briefs off of his thick thighs. He instantly turned his back to the former World Champ and bent over. After he believed he heard a groan from the Irishman, all Punk could do was smirk. He then reached back and started groping and grabbing at his juicy asscheeks, revealing his tight, pink hole in the process.
Even though he was tired and feeling the effect of all that alcohol he had, he had to admit that Punk had a nice body. He was thick in all the right places and the rattles definitely didn't hurt his appearance either. He could feel his cock rising slowly as Punk continued to put on his show. "Gotta do better than that, Punk! Wasting sleepy time!"
"You asked for it." Punk turned to face Sheamus once again, and began to sway his hips from left to right. He started rubbing his toned upper body and abs while he moved his hips, in an attempt to hypnotize Sheamus with his body. He saw the unimpressed look on the Irishman's face, which made Punk know he had to take it up a few notches. He turned around once again, and dropped to his knees. The tattooed superstar then dropped his hands in front of him. Now on all fours, Punk brought the attention back to his smooth, rounded ass as he wiggled his welcoming butt, flashing his pink hole to the drunken superstar. After spreading his cheeks for the thousandth time, he started to run a single finger along the crack of his ass. Everytime his finger came into contact with his hole, his body shivered and he couldn't help but let out a airy moan. He hoped every movement he made had some sort of affect on Sheamus.
Things weren't moving fast enough for the Irishman. He thought, since he was being so forceful, that Punk would bring his A-game, but, he knew that this was nowhere near it. He knew he was holding back. He had a nice ass, but, a nice ass would only get you so far with Sheamus. He began to make snoring noises as he watched on.
Punk was waiting for the right moment to unleash his special skills. And he figured now as the perfect time. He stood up and looked around the room. He spotted a wall that had nothing hanging on it. When he could feel Sheamus' piercing green eyes watching him, he stood with his back to the wall and performed a handstand, before resting his feet on the wall. His hips then went into full overdrive. The soft ass cheeks of the former WWE Champion jiggled and wiggled, his hips shook and rotated. He then started moaning. Loud moans. Slutty moans. He started screaming Sheamus' name, imagining the beefy Irishman bending him over and having his way with him. Before he knew it, his cock was harder than ever, the 7 inches sticking out. All the while, he never stopped shaking his ass, hoping Sheamus would give in and take him.
Now, after having waited for so long, Sheamus was actually getting excited. He could feel the fabric of his red briefs getting tighter and tighter around his cock. He quickly removed the shirt he barely had on anyway and made his way to his knees on the bed. He sat there and admired the way his co-worker so fluently moved his hips back and forth the way he was. He could tell Punk had some...experience in this area of movement. He got to his feet and walked over to where the other man was. He grabbed him by the arms and quickly yanked him away from the wall, breaking all of his balance. He heard the groan as his bare knees collided with the floor, but, Sheamus didn't really care. He was tired and horny officially.
