October 5, 2011
"Why did you insist on driving and won't even let me handle the GPS?"
"Because I can't trust you not to purposely get us lost in some sparsely populated Louisiana town," Punk said suspiciously.
"Why would I do that?"
"Because I know how much you don't want to go on this little side trip. You even tried to bribe me with sex this morning and then you hid all my shoes in the hotel safe."
"I am capable of scheming when the situation calls for it and this situation definitely calls for it."
"I think you are really overstating the situation."
"I'll repeat that sentence back to you when you're shoving a piece of furniture to block the door in the middle of the night."
John spent the majority of the ride checking voicemails and taking a select few calls from those he considered friends.
They finally arrived at their destination and John relaxed considerably. The plantation wasn't some falling down wreck. It was beautifully preserved and their room was equally beautiful. John couldn't even imagine some place like this being haunted by bloodthirsty ghosts.
After they settled in they took the tour with the rests of the guests. The tour guide told them the history of the house and they explored the common areas of the house and the grounds. John's relaxation was in direct conflict with Punk's irritation. He was obviously disappointed that it was like a normal bed and breakfast and not the house on haunted hill. The tour concluded in a grassy area in front of the plantation.
"Now is the part of the tour when I tell you about the supernatural history of the house."
A couple of people peeled off the group and headed back into the house. John made a move to follow them.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Back to the room, I'll meet you there when you're done."
"No way in hell, you're staying."
"Please let me go back to the room."
"It's just a couple of ghost stories; I think you'll survive just hearing them."
Punk became more and more elated hearing about the gruesome history of the house. John was as far away from elated as it was possible to be. He had forgiven Punk for running out on him twice. He wondered how long it would take Punk to forgive him if he stole the rental and abandoned Punk at his freaky plantation. Story time finally ended and everyone made their way back to the house for dinner.
After dinner they returned to their room. All through dinner John found himself becoming more and more agitated. When they were finally alone Punk pushed him down on the bed and started kissing him with clear intent.
"Phil, stop."
"I don't think you've ever told me to stop before."
"This may be slightly embarrassing but I'm extremely scared of this place. I couldn't get it up right now if you tried every method in the book."
"Let's see about that shall we."
Punk climbed on top of John and began kissing John again. John was slightly responding but no where near his usual enthusiasm. Punk unbuttoned John's jeans and slid his hand under John's underwear fondling him. After ten minutes Punk rolled off John clearly frustrated.
"Didn't I tell you that would happen?"
"I thought my powers of persuasion would be able to override your current emotional state. How about this, flip on your side."
John moved to his side and he felt Punk slide in behind him. Punk started running his hand soothingly up and down his back. John eventually started to relax and he eventually fell asleep.
John sat up straight in bed, something had awoken him. He listened harder and he could hear creaks and groans coming from the house. He immediately shook Punk awake.
"What?" Punk said still half asleep.
"Listen, do you hear that?"
"John, it's just the house settling. The house is over 200 years old; it's bound to make noises. Go back to sleep."
Punk fell back asleep almost immediately, but John was wide awake. He heard something that sounded like dragging coming from the hall outside the room. He shook Punk awake again.
"I just fell back asleep, what?"
"Listen."
Punk was silent and then his eyes widened. "Okay, I don't think that's the house settling."
"Can we leave?"
"No way, I came here to get a taste of the supernatural, no way are we leaving, I want to see what else happens."
John stole Punk's pillow and buried his head between the two pillows trying to ignore the sounds. After he had calmed down some he pulled the pillow away from the back of his head. Punk was sitting indian style at the foot of the bed. John reached out and laid a hand on Punk's back. Punk jumped so much that he toppled off the side of the bed.
"What was that all about? The place getting to you?" John said looking over the edge of the bed at Punk on the floor.
"There's just some really freaky noises. There are the sounds of footsteps that keep passing in front of the door. I get up and look in the hallway and no one's there."
"Can we leave now?"
"No way. I am going to wait this out."
"You do that," and John buried his head back in the pillows.
All of a sudden there was a loud bang. John sat up and the room door was wide open. Punk jumped up from the bed and looked in the hallway. It was empty. When he turned around John was pulling on his clothes and grabbing his suitcase.
"If you love me at all we are going to leave right now."
"I hate to chicken out but I'm in complete agreement."
They gathered their things and made their way downstairs. For it being a small bed and breakfast there was an attendant at the check-in desk in the middle of the night.
"We're checking out."
"This happens quite a bit. Actually, you're not the first to check out tonight."
They hurried to the rental.
"Keys," John said holding out his hand demandingly.
"I can drive; I think you're a little more shaken up than me."
"I'm driving. I don't care how many speeding tickets I get, we are getting back to New Orleans and we are getting there fast."
John drove like he was auditioning for Nascar. He parked on a side street near the hotel.
"Leave the luggage; we'll come back for it. I need a drink."
John dragged Punk down Bourbon St. and found a bar that seemed to be less crowded than the rest. John ordered a whiskey and Punk settled for a bottled water.
"I'm never taking any of your suggestions again. This was supposed to be a relaxing mini-vacation not some sort of torture session."
"As much as I want to stay here and watch you drown your fear in whiskey I have to go. It's one thing for us to be seen together, it's something else altogether for us to be seen together in a bar."
"After I finish my drink I'll grab our things and meet you upstairs."
John had finished his drink quickly so he could return to the room and exert the sexual blackmail he had threatened Punk with in exchange for his agreement to go on their totally ill-advised side trip.
He opened the door and Punk was sprawled out on the bed fast asleep. He had to be the only person that couldn't manage to get laid in the most debauched city in America.
October 6, 2011
John awoke to a weight pinning his hips down and a tickling sensation on his neck. He opened his eyes to see Punk perched on his hips.
"Aren't our flights out early today?
"They are but I woke us up early so that we could have a little fun before we go our separate ways. A little something for the road if you will."
Punk leaned down and started kissing John chastely; just soft presses of lips until he felt the metal of Punk's tongue ring trace the seam of his lips. John immediately opened his mouth and tilted his head to get the maximum effect. Punk began rolling his hips into John's.
"Not that I don't love this smooth seduction of yours but I have something else in mind right now. Consider it a down payment on what you owe me for dragging me to a place filled with malignant apparitions. Turn over on your stomach, get on your hands and knees."
John had never taken Punk this way before. His usual preference was being able to see Punk's face when he came, but today he was in the mood for something a little more forceful. Punk had turned over on his hands and knees and seemed to be waiting very impatiently for John to move. John positioned himself behind Punk and paused. While his favorite view was watching Punk come, he had to admit that the view from back here was pretty stellar as well.
He lined himself up and entered Punk in one powerful stroke, his hands grabbing Punk's hips with the intent to bruise. He began pulling Punk's hips toward his body in rhythm with his thrusts.
He looked down and watched himself sliding in and out of Punk. A fierce feeling of possessiveness passed over him. He picked up speed, needing Punk to know just how much John ached to own every part of him.
"God yes John, harder, please."
John reached down to jerk Punk off, using rapid strokes to get Punk as close to orgasm as he was. The thoughts swirling around in his head and the feeling of being inside Punk was too much to fight against.
A few quick thrusts and John was coming deep inside Punk. He rolled them over to their sides, still inside Punk. He reached around and kept jerking Punk off, needing him to come and knowing who exactly was the person giving him the pleasure that had Punk panting, sweating, and moaning John's name.
John lifted his arm, angling Punk's head to the side, and sunk his teeth into the tendon where neck meets shoulder.
"John, holy fuck," and Punk was coming in his hands, his body shaking in the aftermath.
John knew if he stayed much longer inside Punk he would get hard again, and since they both had flights to catch relatively soon he pulled out reluctantly. It wouldn't do to have a raging hard on when the only person he wanted in his bed was across the country.
"Shower?" Punk asked mischievously.
"Separate showers, we're both going to barely make our flights as it is."
Punk stood up to take his shower. While Punk was walking to the bathroom John could see his come running down the inside of Punk's thigh and the finger shaped bruises on his lower back.
John felt the wave of possessiveness wash over him again. It that moment he knew that he would never be able to let Punk go, even if the highly unlikely possibility occurred that he wanted to end things between them, he would never be able to walk away from Punk with his heart intact.
October 9, 2011
John was lying in his room aching from the beating he had taken at the last two house shows. Miz and Truth had apparently taken it upon themselves to follow the WWE around, crashing live events, particularly his matches with del Rio. They were focusing their anarchy mainly on him, with del Rio making a run for it both times and leaving him alone in the ring with his two ex co-workers. He would find himself lying prone in the ring while the two interlopers would grab mics and subject the audience to their complaints about Triple H. If Punk had been there Miz and Truth would have never even gotten their hands on a mic before they were victims of the GTS.
He missed Punk fiercely when they were separated but it was times like these when he could use someone to watch his back. Punk had a mind more attuned to nefarious plots than he did. His head was also spinning with the constant lobbying from the roster urging him to join them in their rebellion. They were apparently planning a solidarity rally outside Raw tomorrow night. A week ago there was no doubt in his mind that he would not be leaving Raw. After dealing with Miz and Truth the past two house shows he was beginning to be swayed to the other side.
His phone started ringing and he heaved his body over to the bedside table. It was Punk.
"I can't leave you alone for a minute can I?"
"Hello to you too."
"Seriously, what did you do before me? We're apart for two days and you're being constantly attacked by Miz and Truth."
"Where did you hear all this from?"
"The internet mostly. There's some theories out there that the roster left you out there to deal with Miz and Truth by yourself as some sort of punishment for not joining in on their walkout."
"They wouldn't do that."
"You are far too trusting for your own good. That's why you need my completely untrusting nature to balance you out."
"What are we going to do about Raw tomorrow? While you and I are capable of many things, a two hour match isn't one of them."
"Speak for yourself; I'm the best in the world."
"Yeah, you'd be the best in the world at lying practically unconscious in the ring right next to my lifeless body."
