Thanks for the reviews guys! =]
This story is a tad hard to write with my Punk and JoMo muses disappearing every now and then, but since they've both come back, I'm glad to say that I can finally update this!
I decided to include one other SES member into this, and since well Luke is a bad guy in my other story and I can't get that out of my mind, I went with Serena.
Anyways, I own no one involved. They all belong to the WWE.
Phil smacked his forehead as he paced in his locker room before putting both of his hands behind his back, his eyes down on the floor. He growled faintly as he thought back to what had just happened. During his visit with Long, Phil had been told that Joey, or Adam really, was brought back to join his Society which meant Phil would have to spend more time around the man that hurt John so badly in the past. He growled again as he stopped pacing and stood in front of the door to his locker room, staring at it hard.
Walking forward, Phil whipped the door open, jumping when he saw Serena standing there.
"What's up Serena?" he asked, standing back to let her in. The young woman walked into the room before spinning on her heel and turning to look at him.
"What's this about some other guy joining us?" she questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. Phil chuckled faintly at her annoyance before shutting the door and dropping his body onto a nearby bench.
"Seems they want to use Joey's real life issues in a storyline," responded Phil with a soft growl, one that didn't go undetected by Serena. She stared at him, raising an eyebrow at him.
"What's your problem?" she asked curiously, walking over and taking a seat on the bench next to him.
"Nothing," he answered, standing up and beginning to pace again before stopping and growling faintly at himself, "It's just that Joey guy. He's trying to….he's trying to hurt John again."
Serena stared at him silently before a smug grin formed on her lips, "You like John don't you?"
Phil turned his attention to her, a light blush creeping across his cheeks, "Is that obvious?"
"Only to a woman," she said with a soft giggle before standing up and leaving the room in another fit of giggles. Phil watched her walk off, shaking his head slightly before leaving himself in a search for John.
Meanwhile, John stared at Joey silently as they stood in his locker room, Joey's arms wrapped tightly around John's waist. John stared down at him slightly, curiosity etched across his face.
"Why did you come back?" he finally asked, his eyes falling shut when he felt Joey's fingers reaching up underneath his shirt and running along his back.
"I came back for you baby," answered Joey, pulling John away from the wall and towards the bathroom area, "Let me love you again."
A few hours later found John standing outside of the arena, the cool late afternoon breeze blowing through his dark hair. He shivered slightly as he stared up at the slowly setting sun, his eyes falling shut as he felt the soft rays of sun light on his skin. He jumped a few moments later though when he felt something being draped across his shoulders.
Opening his eyes, John turned to see Joey standing next to him, his hands resting on the jacket that was now draped over John's shoulders.
"You shouldn't be standing out here in the cold baby," said Joey with a small grin," You'll get sick then I'll have to take care of you again."
John smiled faintly before turning his head and looking out across the parking lot. A pair of hands appeared on his shoulders again, and he found himself being steered back inside. He fought slightly against the grip, but couldn't get free. Once inside, he turned and looked at Joey, a glare playing across his features.
"What did you do that for?" asked John with a pout.
"I don't want you getting sick baby," said Joey with that same grin. John frowned again, opening his mouth to say something but was stopped by Joey's lips on his own. He stood there, frozen for a few seconds before he began to kiss Joey back, his eyes falling shut as he relished the kisses he had missed for so long.
Meanwhile, Phil walked down the hall, still on his search for John. He had checked everywhere in the arena before deciding to try the parking lot. He stopped a few feet from the door though, his eyes locked on John's back. He walked slowly forward, a sickening feeling filling him when he saw that John was kissing Joey once more.
Joey pulled back suddenly, smiling up at John, "Now baby, make sure you get back to the hotel before it gets too late. I don't want to have to go searching for you again," he said with a grin, kissing John quickly before turning and walking out the back door.
John turned slowly, jumping slightly when he saw Phil standing a few feet from him, watching him.
"Phil, what are you do-"he started to ask, but was interrupted by Phil turning on his heel and walking away. John frowned and hurried after him, placing a hand on Phil's shoulder. "Phil what's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong with me," he said faintly, placing emphasis on the 'me' part. He shoved John's hand off of his shoulder before storming away, leaving John alone in the empty hall. John stared off after him, a pout playing across his lips before he lowered his head and walked back to his locker room. He gathered his things and made his way to his car, planning to just head back to the hotel now instead of later.
Arriving at the hotel a few minutes later, John climbed out and went up to his room, throwing his bags on the bed. He turned, heading for the shower but stopped when he saw Joey standing in his doorway.
"What's wrong?" asked John softly, noticing how Joey could hardly hold himself up without the support of the doorframe.
"N-Nothing's w-wrong," he slurred slightly, stepping forward before falling against John, his hands grabbing tightly to John's shoulders. John staggered backwards, throwing Joey gently down on the bed.
"You're drunk again," stated John softly, staring sadly down at Joey. Joey smirked, yanking John down next to him, laying his body on top of John's.
"A-Am n-not" he slurred once more, pressing his lips heavily against John's, ripping John's shirt off within a few seconds later. John tried to shove Joey off of him, watching as Joey fell onto the bed before rolling off of it completely. John jumped off the bed, staggering slightly back towards the window, watching Joey carefully.
"Why you shove me like th-hat?" asked Joey as he climbed up off the floor, holding onto the bed as he got up to his feet. He then walked towards John, falling onto him when he lost his footing, sending both boys down to the floor. John groaned faintly as he rubbed his head where he had hit the floor the hardest, turning his gaze towards Joey.
"Don't shove me, baby," said Joey, fighting once more with John's pants. John kicked and thrashed underneath Joey, kicking him accidentally between the legs. Joey fell to the side slightly, holding himself as John scrambled up off the floor, trying to put a bit of distance between them. Unfortunately, Joey was able to lash out with his legs and tripped John, sending John down to the floor with a loud thud.
Turning over, John watched as Joey crawled towards him, a glare on Joey's face. Joey grabbed him tightly and pulled both of them up to their feet. Then, suddenly, he slapped John across the face.
"I need to punish you now for hurting me baby," he said as he threw John down on the bed. John tried to get up again, but was knocked back down again by another slap. He stared up at Joey as Joey pulled off his belt and tied John to the headboard before going back to work on John's pants. John closed his eyes tightly, his mind taking him somewhere away from there.
A few hours later, John was free of the bed, but found himself instead trapped by Joey's arms. He sighed heavily as he stared out the nearby window, watching the stars as they twinkled up in the sky. His mind drifted back to the incident earlier with Phil, and he closed his eyes, wishing that Phil was there, wishing that Phil could save him.
"Phil," he whispered softly before drifting off to sleep, hoping that in the morning everything would be different.
Meanwhile, Phil walked down the hall towards his hotel room, suppressing a tired yawn as he walked. He walked into his hotel room, and shut the door behind him before walking over to the bed and sitting down. He sighed as he pulled out his cell phone, searching for John's number. He knew he was in the wrong for getting upset earlier, and so now wanted to make up for it with John.
He placed the phone to his ear, listening to the ringing before he heard it switch to voicemail. A frown crossed his lips as he ended the call, but he just figured John was out or something. He changed for bed shortly there after, and climbed into his bed, falling asleep shortly after laying down.