A/N: Thank you so much to everyone that reviewed the last chapter, I really appreciate it. I love you all for it. :) Here is chapter 4 and I hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter 4
Punk never got back to Dean after that night after dinner. He has been ignoring him and dodging him for multiple days now. It is now Monday Night Raw and Punk is doing everything in his power to stay clear of Dean Ambrose. But that seems near impossible because every time he turns a corner, there he is just watching him. He hasn't tried anything yet because he is currently with the other members of The Shield.
Punk walked down the hall, heading for his dressing room after the show. He was stopped by the one man he has been trying so hard to avoid. "What? Why can't you leave me the fuck alone?" Punk spat in his face and continued to walk down the hallway. It wasn't long until Dean caught up and grabbed Punk's shoulder to stop him.
"Don't act like you want me gone. If you did, you wouldn't of kissed me back that night."
"I didn't kiss you back." Punk was not only trying to convince Ambrose, he was trying to convince himself as well.
Dean laughed and grabbed Punk by the arm, dragging him to the nearest available room, closing and locking the door. "Don't deny it." He leaned up against the door and crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the man in front of him.
"Let me out, Dean." Punk's voice was low and raspy. He was beyond words right now. Ambrose was so pushy and wouldn't stop until he had what he wanted. But what he wants is me!
"Not until you kiss me. And a kiss that you actually mean." His arms were still crossed over his chest and he began licking his lips.
"Are you insane? No!" Punk tried to make his way out, but Dean didn't move a muscle and when he tried to move him out of the way, Dean just grabbed him and slammed him up against the wall.
He leaned in and tried to kiss him, but Punk turned his head and Dean connected with his cheek. "Come on, Punk. I know you want it. Just kiss me and you are free to leave."
Punk looked into his eyes and he couldn't help himself anymore. He closed the little space that was between them and pressed his lips to Dean's. Dean immediately ran his tongue across his lips asking for entry, which was reluctantly granted.
They stood there kissing for what seemed like an hour. But in all reality it was about two minutes. Punk placed his hands on Dean's chest and pushed him away. Dean was completely dumbfounded. "What are you doing?"
"You said if I kiss you I could leave. I kissed you, so, Goodbye!" Punk walked right past the stunned Dean Ambrose and opened the door and left, closing it behind him.
Dean thought that once when Punk kissed him, he would finally stop rejecting him. But it was amazing, no matter if he left. Greatest kiss of my life.
He left the room and went back to his dressing room with a smile on his face that resembled a child getting his favorite toy.
He walked into his dressing room and saw Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns sitting down, chatting. They looked up when Dean walked into the room and saw that very dramatic smile on his face.
"Did you just get laid or something?" Reigns asks, ending the conversation he was having with Seth.
"What? Why would you think that?" Dean sat down next to them and tried to hide the smile. He was biting the inside of his cheek, but was still smiling.
"Your smiling. Like a lot." This time Seth chimed in. Dean turned his head so that they wouldn't see it anymore.
"I am just happy, that's all."
"About?" Seth and Roman said simultaneously.
Dean Ambrose didn't answer, he stood and walked to his locker to start collecting his belongings. When he realized he still had that smile written across his face, he quickened his pace and left the dressing room all together.
On his way out, he passed CM Punk's dressing room and couldn't help it when he walked back to it and knocked. When Punk answered, he was wearing athletic shorts and no shirt. He started to drool at the sight.
"Are you going to stand there and drool like a dog, or are you going to tell me why the hell you knocked on my door?" Punk was leaning against the door, holding it open.
Dean quickly snapped out of it and tried to come up with something. "Movies? Tonight? What do you say?" He was talking much faster than he needed to be, but being this close to Punk again was doing strange things to him.
"If I say 'yes', will you leave right now and let me get dressed?" Dean nodded his head like a mad man. "Then, fine. I will go. I will meet you at the theater at around seven. Goodbye, Dean." Punk closed the door in his face and Dean had that extremely chipper smile on his face again.
Dean Ambrose and CM Punk again got a seat in the back of the theater, so that no one would recognize them in the dark. The back row was surprisingly empty and it gave Dean some ideas. The movie just started, so he had quite some time alone in the back row with Punk.
Punk had his full focus on the movie, until he felt a finger graze his own and he hung his head down and let out a sigh. Not Again. Punk moved his hand to his lap, just to find out that doing so was the worst thing he could have possible done. Ambrose followed his hand and let in rest on top of it. His fingers lightly ran across Punk's groin, and Punk's face turned blood red. Dean was holding his hand and Punk was trying not to get hard. Every couple of seconds, Dean would touch his groin acting as if it was on accident or as if it didn't happen.
Punk tried to remove his hand from Dean's hold but Dean wouldn't allow it, gripping Punk's hand way to tight. Punk started to feel the blood start to flow in his body and his cock began to harden. In no time, it was rock hard and Dean noticed, blushing. He grabbed Punk through his jeans and Punk flinched, jumping up a little. He looked over at Dean who was still watching the movie, trying not to draw any attention their way. Punk moved his lips right next to Dean's ear and whispered softly "If you don't move your fucking hand, I will cut it off and smack you with it." Punk slowly moved back to how he was sitting.
Instead of moving his hand, Dean grabbed onto Punk's cock more firmly. He squeezed it hard and Punk let out a moan, trying not to be too loud. Dean started to move his hand up and down, stroking Punk through his jeans and Punk threw his head back, softly moaning. He reached his hand over and let it rest on Dean's aching member. Ambrose let out a moan and then it clicked in Punk's brain what was going on. He moved his hand back to his lap and shoved Dean's hand away. He adjusted himself and kept his hands protectively on his groin for the rest of the movie. After Punk snapped, Dean didn't try anything for the rest of the night.
After the movie, they were once again left in Punk's hotel room, staring at each other awkwardly. "Tell me something." Dean looked into Punk's eyes with nothing but seriousness in them. They sat right next to each other on the bed. Their hands were directly next to each other, almost touching.
"What?" Punk tried not to look into his eyes, knowing that if he did he might get sucked back into Dean's charm.
"I'm confused. First, your telling me you don't want me. Then your kissing me. Then your telling me to get the fuck out and leave you alone. Then we are being intimate again, and you freak out after wards. I'm fucking confused."
Punk looked down at the ground, trying to figure out what to say. He knows Dean is right. But the truth is, he doesn't even know what he wants. "I don't know okay. Maybe you should go." He started to rub the back of his neck, nervous.
"No. This time I am not going until you tell me what you want."
Punk stood up, angry. "Why the fuck do you want to know? It's not like anything will happen even if I do want something. And I am not saying that I do." Now Punk was scratching his head, not sure if he made any sense whatsoever.
"Why would nothing happen?" Now Ambrose was standing up and he walked over to Punk. Their bodies were so close, but still not touching. They both felt the need to get rid of that little to no space between them.
"Are you saying that you want to be with me? Not just fuck me?"
"As much as I would love to fuck you, I would rather be with you first." Dean ran his fingers through Punk's hair, trying to convince him that he was telling the truth.
"You know what? It doesn't matter anyways. I am not going to be with a guy. I'm sorry." Punk lowered his head, not looking forward to Dean's reaction.
Punk expected him to be angry, but instead he just looked hurt. He took his hand out of Punk's hair and slowly walked to the door. He looked at Punk one last time. "Hopefully you change your mind. And if you do, you will make me happier than you could ever imagine." At that, Dean Ambrose shut the door to Punk's room and collapsed to his knees in the hallway, putting his head in his hands. He wanted to scream so badly, but knew he shouldn't. Instead he just pulled his hair, hoping that one day Punk will change his mind...
A/N: So? What did you guys think? And don't worry, there will be some "fun" stuff coming soon! I really hope you guys enjoyed in this chapter and please let me know how this was. Please review. :)
