A/N: Sowwy guys. I've been really busy! Didn't neglect you though! I've been typing in my spare time, and this story is coming along straight up grandly! :) I had a mall day with my cousin the other day, went to an LGBT Pride parade & festival yesterday and had the most amazing time, and spent the day at the beach with my family today. That's why I haven't updated recently. The rest of the story will be updated as often as the other posts were before this one, promise! Hope you enjoy it! Sorry it took so long!
Recap:
"Oh, God, fuck that was good!" John yells out as he collapses on the bed next to Punk. Punk smiles and nods in agreement as he reaches down and grabs John's discarded shorts to wipe himself clean and what little is on John. "You enjoyed that?" Punk asks, rolling over and pulling John into his arms, into a kiss. "Hell yeah I did. Too bad my match is going to suck tomorrow." John chuckles, feeling the affects of the fucking wearing on him. "Well worth it." Punk replies, pulling John tighter in his arms. At this point, all John can think of is he and Punk. There's absolutely no Shaleigh on his mind.
Bankers Life Fieldhouse, Indianapolis; John Cena's Locker room:
"Hey, Cena, can I talk to you for a minute?" Randy walks into Cena's locker room where he and Punk are sitting, talking. "Uh," John glances over to Punk to let him know it'd be okay, "yeah, sure. What's up?" He asks. "Mind giving us some space?" Randy asks Punk and Punk slides down to the end of the bench he's sitting on, then smirks up at Randy, "There." Randy rolls his eyes, un-amused, "Can you get out for two seconds, please?" He asks, getting irritated. "Ohhhhhh. Nope." Punk replies then goes back to texting on his phone.
"Come here." Randy grabs John by his arm and leads him over to a corner, away from Punk, where they can talk in private. "What do you want, Randy?" John asks, not even feeling Randy anymore now that he has Punk. "Where were you last night?" There's anger in Randy's voice but he keeps quiet so that Punk isn't aware of what he's saying. The last thing he wants is for Punk to blab to the world about he and John's late night affairs they sometimes have. "I was in Chicago with Punk, we got to Indy pretty late so I just stayed in his room so I didn't disturb your sleep and stuff." He lies with the greatest of ease, shrugging his shoulders and rolling his eyes a bit for emphasis.
"Well I was really stressed last night. I didn't have anything to…distract me from it." Randy whispers as he runs his thumb softly over John's lips. "Please stop." John pleads as he turns his face away from Randy, glancing at Punk who's sitting quietly, staring at them with squared eyes. "He's not paying attention," Randy mentions, noticing where John's eyes are looking, "Now, back to what I was saying. I didn't have your talented lips taking my mind off of things last night, so you owe me." Randy explains, running his nails over John's neck scar, his favorite place.
"No, Randy, I'm done doing that. I'm in a relationship now." John says the last part loud enough for Punk to hear that he's being faithful. "Since when has relationships ever stopped us? I'm married and you were too when we first started this. Besides, isn't that why you and Liz divorced? You felt guilty about what we were doing?" He mentions and John closes his eyes in anger.
Randy never knew how to just let things go, just like he refuses to let this go now.
"Randy, you don't get it. That's not happening anymore. What happens between us is through, alright?" John says through clenched teeth, his anger rising. "Ohhh, but, baby, that's where you're all wrong. Because you're going to come to our room tonight and take care of me." Randy chuckles, then blows against John's neck, hitting John's spot.
John's getting weaker and weaker in this argument. Randy always knows how to get John to conform to his demands.
"Uhm, I don't think that'll be happening." They suddenly hear Punk's voice, way closer than it should be. John's eyes shoot open and he sees Punk standing directly behind Randy. Randy removes his hand from John's waist and turns to Punk, "Nobody asked you, first of all. Second of all, you're not included in this conversation, so stay out of it. It's none of your business." Randy hisses to Punk. "Oh, I believe it is my business." Punk retorts. "And how is that, Punk?" Randy uses Punk's name as an insult rather than as his name.
"Because," Punk grabs onto John's arm and pulls him away from Randy, "I'm the new relationship John's in." He explains and Randy's eyes go wide, first with shock, then with anger. "John? You're dating Phil?" Randy asks John, but Punk pushes John behind him to stop Randy from talking to him any further, "That's right. He's with me now. So the only place his 'talented lips'," Punk mocks Randy, "is going to be is on mine." He finishes and Randy just glares at John in anger for a moment before chuckling and folding his arms over his chest, "So I guess all those years of putting my dick up your ass really affected you, huh, Johnny?" Randy asks, then turns back to Punk, "You do know about that, right?" He smirks and Punk smirks back, "Yeah, don't worry, I do. He told me all about your drunken, sloppy, crap-ass sex you give. At least now he doesn't have to fake for you anymore now that he has some actual great sex he can get!" Punk spats, trying his best to unleash the Viper.
John's eyes go wide at Punk's words. He never said anything like that to Punk! In fact, John used to crave Randy's sex more than he should have. Especially when he was trying to convince himself he's not gay. Look how that turned out!
"Look here! You two are done! John's mine, do you understand?" Randy snaps and pushes Punk out of the way to pull John towards him. "No he—" Punk tries to yell back, but John holds up a hand in front of Punk to silence him, "Yours?" John asks, confused eyes and hope in his voice. "Yes, Johnny, you're mine. Don't you want to be with me?" Randy asks, placing a hand to John's face.
John allows it for a moment before pulling away, feeling Punk's skin brush against his. "Be with you? Like...a relationship?" John asks, utterly confused. "Yes! Don't you want to be with me, Johnny?" Randy asks, trying to coax John out of Punk's hold. "You never acted like you wanted a relationship before. You never acted like you wanted anything more than drunk sex!"
It's like the knife in John's heart that he's been trying to avoid acknowledging is there, twisted, causing pain in his heart.
"That's because I was scared, John! I didn't think you wanted a relationship with me, Johnny. I didn't think you'd be willing." Randy explains, hoping the lies he's spewing is getting to him. "I-I-I—" John stutters till he hears Punk's voice in his ear, "John?"
John pulls himself together and tucks himself safely in Punk's arms, "I'm sorry, you missed out on us, Randy. You had your chance. I'm more than happy where I'm at right now." John explains before burying his head in Punk's neck, wanting desperately to escape the Viper's stare.
"You heard him. Your two's charades are over. He has something that's real. We're real. We're really real. I would say try again later, but I don't think you'll ever be getting the chance. You had your chance and opportunity. I took mine and I'm happier than ever. You missed out on some true perfection. Now get the fuck out of this locker room and I don't want to see you ever talking to John ever again, understand?" Punk commands and Randy's eyes go wide, then slowly go softer as he stares at John with a slight smile, "Yeah, I totally understand. Don't even worry about it." He says then leaves the locker room.
"You okay?" Punk asks John who's busy staring after the door. "Huh? Oh. Yeah. Fine." John mumbles, too many thoughts running through his head for him to function properly right now. "You still mine?" He asks John, seeing the confusion and pain in John's eyes. "Huh? Yeah. Of course. Of course I'm still yours. Why wouldn't I be?" John replies, trying to put on his best Cena smile. "Is what just happened going to change anything between us?" John tries to keep his smile as he shakes his head, "Of course not. Not at all." He answers.
"Good, then I have a question." Punk grabs John's hands and holds them tightly. "What?" John asks. "Will you come back to Chicago with me when I go? Will you…I want you to move in with me, John." Punk says, hope in his voice.
John's thoughts immediately go back to Randy's words. That's because I was scared, John! I didn't think you wanted a relationship with me, Johnny. I didn't think you'd be willing. 'Randy wanted a relationship with me!', John thinks to himself, 'That's something I've always secretly wanted.' "Will you move in with me, John?" Punk asks again. John's mine, do you understand? 'He couldn't have called me his, could he?', John's thoughts are getting the best of him. Yes, Johnny, you're mine. 'He did! He called me his! After all this time of secretly hoping, wishing, wanting, he did it!', John's thinks to himself till Punk speaks up again, "Please?"
A/N: Bwaha! A cliff hanger! Leave lots'o reviews and I'll update faster! I miss your love :)
