Fear. Nerves. Anticipation. Confusion. An avalanche of emotions fell on top of Jon all at once as soon as his hand made contact with the hotel door numbered '152'. Phil's room. Two flights of stairs and a long corridor, that's all that separated them. It took Jon only minutes to get to where he needed to be, although the reality of it hadn't set in until he'd actually knocked and sealed his fate.
"Hey." Jon made immediate eye contact as soon as Phil had answered the door. There was a connection there. But whether it was forced or natural was beyond both of them. In Phil's mind, Jon was his disposable sex toy. He needed to get off, and so Jon would help him. They had a mutual agreement. Jon, on the other hand, had no idea why his nerves were getting the better of him. Something about Phil made his heart beat slightly faster, his head spin lightly... but in a good way. Although he was far from admitting that to anyone else.
"Are you just going to stand there or do you want to come in?" Phil asked, his impatience getting the better of him. Jon let himself in, he walked in a beeline to the middle of the room, and then took a good look around. Phil's room was no different to his, which was a shock. Jon had assumed that being WWE Champion gained you a handful of privileges. Apparently a nicer room wasn't one of them.
There was an awkward atmosphere surrounding the two men. Neither of them quite knew what was the next step. They both, of course knew why Jon was here. It was just deciding how to go about this without it being completely clumsy and forceful.
"Um.." Phil spoke as he locked the door "Do you want something to drink?"
Jon shook his head and gave a half-hearted smile. He removed the leather jacket that was currently hugging his body and placed it on the couch near the window. Stopping to take in the view as he did so. He kicked off his shoes, and left them near the couch as well. Phil decided that the only way this was going to happen, was if he made the first move. He traced Jon's footsteps and stopped just centimetres behind the soon-to-be United States Champion. Jon didn't move, he kept his gaze on the distance. It was a matter of wishing he was elsewhere, no. He just had to find away to keep his cool.
Phil's hands made their way around Jon's body and encased him. He pulled Jon closer, so that his dick was pressed against Jon's ass. He teasingly brushed his lips against the back of Jon's neck, his warm breath sending a shiver of exhilaration through Jon's body. He could feel his own length already growing in size, Phil's simple touches were driving him crazy.
Before Jon had a chance to react, Phil's hands had made it's way down, and he was now caressing the bulge that had rapidly formed in his lover's jeans. It took all of Jon's self control to not moan right then and there. Phil was rougher than any girl Jon had been with previously, and that excited him even more so. He knew how good it felt to be teased like this.
Phil had realised that Jon wasn't going anywhere. He had crossed a number of lines already and Jon still hadn't faltered. Phil even thought he'd heard a slight moan leave Jon's lips when his fingers began to caress his dick. He decided it was safe. Safe enough to just carry on. Phil let his arousal get the better of him.
"I want you to ride me... like a real slut." Phil whispered into Jon's ear, his voice oozing sexual desire. "I want to hear you say my name. I want you to be mine, and mine only... all mine." Phil trailed off. The words sent butterflies to Jon's stomach. Phil finally released his grip on Jon's crotch and came face to face with his secret lover. He kept deep eye contact with Jon as he removed his shirt. Showing off the beautiful array of colourful tattoos that decorated his chest and upper arms. Jon had seen that body a million times before, but this time was different. This time he really wanted it.
Phil's eyes explored Jon's still-covered body. He bit his bottom lip and then smiled as he returned to Jon's face.
"Undress for me." Phil demanded. He sat down on the plush red hotel couch and laid back. His eyes stuck on the muscular beauty that was stood before him. Jon did as he was told. He was almost like a robot, taking orders and making no attempt at refusing them. If he did refuse, Phil would not only take away the thing that Jon had wanted for so long, but also the titles that had made his two best friends so happy. Jon started with his t-shirt, and it wasn't long before he was down to his briefs. Red and tight fitting.
"Your body is still just as hot as I remember it." Phil laughed. "I hate that you have to wear combat gear in the ring."
Jon wasn't entirely sure how to react to that, so he did nothing. He stood waiting for his next orders, in just his briefs. The was a slight draft coming from the window that made Jon shiver. His mind and body were torn into two completely separate pieces. The logical side of him was telling him this was stupid. That he wasn't obliged to do anything, at all. However, the physical side had other ideas. His dick was already throbbing at the thought of what was going to happen. The unknown just enticed him more. He was fighting with himself, and that wasn't helping ease the situation at all.
After a moment of silence that lasted slightly too long, Phil realised he needed to make the next move. Jon was stood there like a fucking statue, he wasn't going anywhere. Which was both good and bad. Without even a second to think, Phil had lifted his hips, and he was removing his jeans and briefs. Jon had seen Phil naked before, that time in the utility closet. However in the harsh light of day, and the realisation that this was actually happening, Phil looked more intimidating and tempting. Jon's dick pulsated.
Phil, now entirely naked, began stroking his length, he kept his eyes fixed on Jon. There was a mutual understanding between them yet again.
"I haven't got all day." Phil smiled. Jon did what he was familiar with. He dropped to his knees and shuffled forward, taking Phil's dick in his hand, stroking it with a strong grip around the base before finally taking the head in his mouth. Phil took a sharp breath and laid his head back, closing his eyes so that he could enjoy Jon's mouth with all of his senses. Jon's tongue caressed the head, licking the pre-cum that had formed before his head began to move up and down. The salty-sweet taste of cum was one that he was slowly going to become accustom too.
"Fuck... Jon." Phil panted, his body began to react to Jon's touches. He couldn't take much more of this. He needed Jon. He wanted desperately to be inside of his secret lover. "Stop... stop. Let me fuck you."
Jon came off and looked up at Phil, their gaze locking, like they were the only two in the world at that moment. Nothing else mattered, since both of them were lost in the moment entirely. Jon hadn't planned on it, but he found himself enjoying every part of this. Phil craving him so badly was driving him on. It was making him want to do this.
Jon stood and removed his briefs, his dick standing to attention, finally able to breath. He felt a sense of relief. Phil couldn't stop his eyes from focusing on Jon's considerable length. This was the first time he had seen Jon's body in all of it's glory, and it looked fucking wonderful. Perfectly tanned and toned. His craving only grew with the seconds that passed.
Jon wasted no time in straddling Phil's hips. His natural instinct carried him away, and he felt his body doing all of the work. He didn't even need to think about what he was doing, all he had to do was enjoy it.
"You know this is going to hurt right?" Phil spoke, a slight belittling tone filling his voice. Jon hadn't even considered that until now. Why would he have to? The lust he was feeling had completely distracted him from the fact that he was with a man, thus making him forget that he was the one that would be getting fucked. Reality came crashing down, and the nerves set in once again.
Jon, for once, had second thoughts. He considered stopping this whole thing. Dressing himself, leaving. Cutting himself off from Phil and forgetting this whole thing. All of which seemed simple enough. But despite the reality of this all becoming so apparent, he still wanted to go on with it. He wanted this. Jon, for the life of him, couldn't figure out just why he was so needy. Why exactly he craved Phil's necessity for him. But the thought of Phil not wanting him had become a worry, without Jon even realising it. It would be stupid to bring all of this up now, so all Jon could do was ponder it, quietly.
He took a deep breath, and positioned himself over Phil's waiting length. There was no easy way to go about this really. All Jon had to do was grit his teeth and bare the pain until it passed. He slowly sank down, taking in Phil's length inch by inch. He was right, it was going to hurt. It was a white hot pain that shot through Jon's lower body and back. He pushed through though, sinking down easily, until Phil was completely seated inside of him.
"You okay?" Jon heard a rare pang of concern in Phil's voice. The WWE Champion ran his hands up and down Jon's thighs in a slow and soothing way. At least, after the first time, it could only get easier.
Jon didn't answer. He leaned forward and placed a light kiss on Phil's lips. Phil felt slightly taken aback, but he accepted it non-the-less. He allowed his hands to venture up Jon's body and he entangled his fingers with Jon's cute mess of brown locks. He pulled Jon close, for another kiss, this time lead by Phil. It was heated, dominant and needy. Everything Jon was slowly growing to like in Phil. He bit Jon's bottom lip and pulled away, releasing it and giving Jon a teasing smile.
Jon wasted no more time, he had adjusted slightly to feeling Phil inside of him. It wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't a dreadful feeling either. Jon rose up, before pushing back down, he repeated this motion slowly at first, but it soon began to feel good. It was strange and different to having sex with a woman. This feeling reached him in different places. His pace increased without even realising it.
"That's it baby..." Phil smiled. He moved his hands and positioned them on Jon's hips. Digging his fingers in slightly as Jon rode him. Phil took in every aspect of what he was seeing. Jon facial reactions, the way his body moved, the way his skin felt below Phil's fingers. It was all turning Phil on ridiculous amounts.
"You like that, don't you?" Phil smiled. He moved his hips slightly, meeting Jon's pace, thrusting as much as their position would allow. "You can tell me you like it. There's nothing wrong with that." Phil spoke in a alluring tone. It drove Jon to let out his first verbal moans. They were outside of Jon's comfort zone. Usually he was relatively quiet, but he couldn't stop these beautiful noises from tumbling out, especially when Phil hit Jon's prostate. Jon groaned loud, curse words tumbling off of his tongue.
Phil moved his hand, and took hold of Jon's length. Feeling it for the first time and filling some sort of need he had been experiencing from the second Jon had removed his briefs. He stroked it slowly, causing yet more needy moans to fall from Jon's moan.
"You like being a slut really, don't you?" Phil asked, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive slit, his dirty talking running away with him. "You love it. You love feeling me inside you. You love sucking my dick. You're just a dirty little whore. My whore. My little slut."
Usually, such insults would piss Jon off to no end, but for some reason they were just spurring him on more. He was a whore and a slut. For the first time Jon felt fine with that. Perhaps it was his way of justifying the fact that he was riding a guys dick. He needed that label, otherwise he had no real grasp or understanding on what he was doing. But those names would stay exclusively between Phil and Jon. Nobody else could know.
Phil's pace had increased considerably, and Jon felt himself on the edge of orgasm. His dick throbbed in Phil's hand as he continued to move on top of the WWE Champion, without warning, Jon came hard and fast. White streams of cum roping over Phil's hand and stomach as Jon moaned out, Phil's name following a string of slutty sounds.
Jon's face looked positively gorgeous when he reached climax. His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted as those moans tumbled out of his mouth. Phil found himself fixated on the reaction Jon was having to this whole experience. It was enough to drive him over the edge as well. With a few last thrusts, Phil released himself inside of Jon, A mixture of curse words, half of which directed at Jon left his lips in a hurry.
Phil dropped his head back, panting heavily as he looked up at the man he'd just fucked. Jon had a look on his face that Phil couldn't quite figure out, it was confusion and relaxation all mixed into one. Jon wrapped his arms around Phil's neck and kissed him again, both of them breathing heavily, covered in a light layer of sweat as they tried to catch their breath. Blissfully happy and ignorant as they held each other, but sooner or later they would have to return to reality, and go about their day as if this hadn't just happened. The thought of that hurt Jon more than he ever thought it would.
A/N: Well then, I guess Jon is falling... Firstly, thank you all for being patient with me. With it being my last couple of months in college I rarely have any time to myself to write new chapters. I am trying whenever I get the chance though. Secondly, since this story is going to involve as many smutty chapters as my fingers can handle typing, feel free to review or PM me with requests you might have involving kinks or ideas you'd like to see put in place for when Punk and Dean are doing the dirty, I'll make the effort to involve it in the story - :)
