Two days had passed since Jon had spent that Saturday with Phil and since then the two men had hardly spoken to each other. Jon had tried texting multiple times, only to receive a one word answer, or absolutely nothing at all. Had he done something wrong? Was Phil having second thoughts? These questions constantly swam around in Jon's mind and taunted him. He hated not being able to talk to Phil, because despite everything, They had actually had a great time hanging out on Saturday. At least Jon saw it that way.
Currently, Jon and Colby were waiting outside of the arena where they had just just started packing up Monday Night Raw. Jon stood in his usual pose, leant against the wall with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, casually. Every so often he would take a drag and then return his gaze to Colby, who was busy on his phone. He sat perched on the blue railing that lined the concrete slope from the back entrance of the arena to the parking lot.
They were still waiting for Joe to make an appearance. He was probably somewhere in the arena, getting carried away with a conversation that should have taken two minutes. Jon was used to waiting now, since he always was the earliest amongst his group of friends.
Whether Colby knew it or not, Jon was also waiting for someone else to make an appearance. He knew that Phil was still here, because his private bus was parked up at the other side of the lot. It was easily recognizable, due to the simple pattern on both sides and harshly tinted windows. Compared to every other bus in the lot, it could have easily been the most expensive. Jon wouldn't put it past Phil to splurge on something, simply to one up everyone else.
After another five minutes of waiting, Phil finally emerged from the arena. His headphones placed upon his head, blasting heavy metal that could be heard by everyone that he walked passed. He walked fast, with his head down, determined to make it to his bus untroubled. The only way Jon was able to stop him was by grabbing at his arm, and that left Phil looking less than impressed.
"Yeah?" Phil stopped dead in his tracks, pulling his headphones off with a small, yet blatant amount of irritation. If anything, his touchy attitude was the only defence he knew when speaking to someone he was desperately attracted to. The only reason Phil had been avoiding Jon for the past few days was because he knew this attraction he was feeling, wasn't right.
Phil was comfortable enough in himself to know and accept that he was Pansexual. Although that was not the business of anyone else he came into contact with. Just because he'd only ever been romantically involved with woman, that didn't mean he wasn't attracted to men. Jon was different though. Phil never thought he'd be interested in someone that was bigger than him. Someone who was such a ladies man. Someone so fucking egotistical. Somehow, that all added to the lust that Phil felt when he saw Jon. He didn't want Jon for his personality. He wanted Jon for his body. That was it. It made Phil feel like such a shallow asshole.
"Can I talk to you?" Jon asked as he stubbed his cigarette out quickly. It was more of a demand than an ask though, since Phil felt himself being pulled somewhere slightly more private. Jon led them across the lot, so that they were just out of earshot of Colby.
"Where have you been?" Jon asked, once they had come to a stop next to a red Vauxhall.
"What do you mean? I've been working." Phil said, pulling his hoodie back from Jon's grasp. He adjusted it on his shoulders and then raised his eyebrows. "Is that it? Is that all you wanted to ask me?"
"I mean... these past couple of days." Jon shrugged and let out a light sigh, trying to ask as nonchalantly as possible. "You haven't really spoken to me."
There was an awkward momentary silence between the two, as Phil tried to figure Jon out. He knew though, that that would be about as easy as solving a Chinese puzzle ball.
"I'm not your girlfriend. I do have a life, you know." Phil snapped back and shook his head as he tried to busy himself with something... anything to keep his gaze away from Jon. The more the looked, the more aroused he felt himself getting. How the fuck was Jon doing this to him?
"Okay..." Jon nodded, a small conceited smile spread across his face. "I'll just come out and say it. All I want to know is if you've made any progress on the whole... lets make Dean Ambrose a title holder thing."
"It's been two fucking days! I don't even recall agreeing to it, actually." Phil laughed sarcastically. He saw the downtrodden expression suddenly plastered all over Jon's face, and he was positive that he was only playing the sympathy card. "You never fucking quit do you?"
"No..." Jon couldn't hold his expression for long. He broke a smile and then pulled another cigarette out of the box in his pocket. After putting it in his mouth and lighting it, he took one long drag and then returned his gaze to Phil. "One of my many qualities... never quitting. Maybe you should tell Vince that. It might reflect well on me."
"Fuck you."
"Everyone wants to."
It was no good. The erection in Phil's pants was fucking killing him. He had a desperate need, but sadly he knew that he couldn't fulfil that need with Jon. At least not yet. Phil knew what he wanted from Jon. He was positive now. If Jon wanted to be a title holder so badly, well he would be. It would only take Phil a few phone calls to make it happen, although he made out that it was a whole lot fucking harder than that. The only thing that Jon had to give Phil, was himself.
"Look... I'll text you alright?" Phil smiled, putting the conversation to bed quickly, before his mind wandered off too far. That was enough to satisfy Jon, as he smiled and allowed Phil to be on his way.
Jon caught up just in time with Colby, since he bumped into Joe and Claudio just as they were leaving the arena.
"About fucking time." Colby jumped down from the railing and slid his phone in his pocket, leading the way to their rental car for the time being. Jon was more than satisfied after his chat with Phil. Knowing that he hadn't pissed him off completely was definitely a weight off of Jon's shoulders.
Meanwhile, Phil found himself entering a pitch black and somewhat cold tour bus. His driver was ready and waiting to take Phil back to his home. Phil shut the door up quietly and locked it, before dropping his bag and making his way to the back. He collapsed on the bed and took a deep sigh, the rattling on the engine vibrated against his back and he looked down to see his still hard dick forming a small tent in his jeans. The only reason Phil knew it was there, was because he could feel the needy burning sensation that surrounded his crotch. To anyone else, it was hardly recognizable.
Before Phil had a chance to fix his problem, he found himself falling into a deep yet brief sleep. He was used to sleeping in short intervals, and it usually came in unexpected bursts. His friends had suggested that he see a doctor about his strange sleeping patterns, but Phil constantly shrugged it off. In a way, he liked being an insomniac, of sorts. He always seemed to get more done during the night, rather than the day.
By the time Phil woke up, he found himself outside of his home. The engine of his bus being switched off usually woke him, and this time was no exception.
After Phil and his driver had exchanged quick goodbyes, it only took Phil a few minutes to make his way upstairs, dropped all of his belongings by the door in no orderly fashion once he was finally in the safety of his home. He locked the door and flicked the light switch on. It was times like these that Phil wished he had Jon at his disposal.
The short nap on the bus hadn't helped at all, as Phil found himself still desperately aroused, and the only thing on his mind was non other than Jon. Admittedly his erection had died down slightly since leaving the arena. However, after a few minutes of sorting himself out, a half naked and fully erect Phil settled himself on the couch, exactly where Jon had sat just two days ago.
Phil bit his bottom lip as impure ideas crossed his mind. What he wouldn't fucking give to have Jon here right now, sucking his dick like the little slut that Phil knew he was. Without even realising it, Phil's hand had made its way down to his crotch, and he was gently rubbing at the bulge in his jeans. Brief thoughts of girls that Phil knew crossed his mind, but none of them were as vivid and tempting as Jon.
Phil unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zip down, just enough so that he could release his aching length. It felt so good to finally give himself some sort of liberation. He wrapped his inked fingers around his dick and began stroking slowly, before taking a deep breath and leaning back. With his eyes closed, Phil could visualise Jon riding him, sucking him off... doing just about anything that Phil wanted.
Phil had seen plenty of videos from back in the day, when Jon was still Mox... and he wrestled in nothing but a pair of skimpy trunks. Those matches vaguely crossed Phil's mind as his pace increased. He let out a small moan when he pictured Jon in various submission manoeuvres... Phil could only imagine that Jon's groans were nothing short of perfect. He would put money on it being slutty as well... very slutty.
"Fuck..." Phil trailed off, his excitement getting the better of him. Jon was driving him crazy, and he wasn't even fucking here. Never in Phil's life had he met someone that had such a hold over him, without even knowing it. After a few moments, and assorted mental images of Jon being an absolute slut, Phil finally felt himself coming undone.
He tried to stay relatively quiet as his orgasm took him to a familiar place of absolute bliss, and once those few seconds were over, Phil found himself panting hard, with his abdomen covered in his own product.
The need Phil had for Jon was ridiculous. It was taking Phil over completely, and it had only been two fucking days. Although without admitting it to himself, Phil knew this lust was ever growing and it had started when they shared that match in FCW, what felt lke a life time ago. Never had he wanted anyone more than he wanted Jon.
Phil pulled his phone out of his pocket and read the time. It was late and he wasn't even sure if Jon would still be awake. They had a busy schedule tomorrow... moving from city to city could be tedious at times.
After typing his message, Phil had to stop for a moment and question himself. There was no going back if he sent that text, no do overs and no restarts. If he sent it, that would be it. He would be committed to his plan. Given his years of experience, Phil was well aware that not all of his plans went as he intended and he seriously had to consider whether this was a risk worth taking.
It took a few silent moments, but finally... Phils thumb hit the send button. He read the text over a few more times, before it finally sank in that he was actually going to ask for this.
"I know what I want from you... all you have to do is tell me what belt you want."
A/N: I wasn't expecting such a strong response to this story! So... a big thank you to all of those who have taken the time to review, follow and favourite! You're all awesome!
