The flight to Tampa took a few hours and I spent the whole time staring out the window with my headphones on, music blasting at full volume. The noise kept me from thinking too much about what could happen in the course of a week. We finally landed in Tampa and I was one of the last to deplane. I made my way to baggage claim and there John was, waiting by the conveyor belt where the plane's luggage was circling. John finally caught sight of me and he took off at a run. I stared into his eyes and shook my head. He seemed to get the message that he probably shouldn't look so eager to greet another man in a packed airport where any number of people knew who he was. He slowed to a brisk walk and finally got to me. He gave me one of those one armed guy hugs that two platonic men might share, except of course when he gripped the back of my shirt in his fist so tightly that the collar pulled down some, exposing a bit of my collar bone. I could see John glance down to the accidentally bared skin with a heated gaze that was completely inappropriate for two guys who were trying to look like they were just friends.

"I thought you would never get here. I can't tell you how happy you've made me," John said quietly.

"I'm happy to be here," I responded, just as quietly. John looked at me with such warm affection, dimples popping, and I knew we had to get the hell out of there before anything else suspicious happened.

"There's my bag," I said, spying it as it circled the conveyor belt.

"The blue one?"

"Yeah."

John and I both reached for the handle of the bag, our hands brushing against each other's. We both jerked back like we had been burned and I had to run across the room before my bag disappeared again. Once I had the bag in my possession we walked to his car in short term parking. The car we stopped at was a vintage red sports car. I didn't know anything about cars but the vehicle just screamed very expensive. Out of all the thoughts I ever had about John, the fact that he was filthy rich never really intruded on my thoughts. Considering that my life revolved around money and the sex it could buy, the amount of money John spent to be with me finally hit home. It wasn't fair to John in the slightest and I knew I had to make this week as perfect as possible because it would be the last time I would ever see him.

We stowed my luggage in the trunk and climbed into the car. John looked around for a moment and grabbed be by the front of my shirt, practically pulling me over the console and into his lap. He yanked the collar of my shirt down and began kissing my exposed collar bone, nipping lightly with his teeth. He trailed his mouth up my neck until he reached my lips, kissing me feverishly. I returned the kiss with just as much enthusiasm, my mind going blank for a few moments, relishing the fact that I was being kissed by John again after we had been separated for only a few short weeks that had actually felt like months. I pushed him back and retreated into my seat. He gave me the most adorable pout that had me itching to pull him back to me.

"John, we're in public."

"No one's around, the windows are tinted, please just kiss me."

I obeyed without a moment's thought. I awkwardly climbed over the console and into his lap. It was uncomfortable as hell but I was kissing John again and that was all that mattered. John grabbed my hips until I settled into a position where our groins were pressed together. John was already hard and I was well on my way to being in the same state. I started to roll my hips against John's as best as I could in the position we were in. I could feel John trying to thrust against me, meeting my movements with his own but he couldn't due to the bucket seats. An adorable little growl came out of his mouth and he sat up, pulling me tightly against him, finally finding enough room to move. The kiss we were sharing was heady and I didn't care where we were or who would see until he leaned me backwards and my back hit the steering column, the horn going off. I started laughing and John joined in a few moments later. I kissed him lightly one last time and maneuvered back into my seat with a wry smile.

John started the car and we made our way through Tampa to a gated subdivision. We pulled into a garage that was bigger than the house I grew up in, never mind the gigantic mansion that it was built next to. I laughed quietly at the idea that when I wrestled I barely made back the money to pay for the gas for the trip but John had been made a multi-millionaire in the same sport. Even in my wildest dreams about becoming a successful wrestler my mind never thought that anything like this was possible. John unlocked the front door and I followed him inside. The second the door was closed John pushed me against it and kissed me so hard it bordered on painful but the mix of pleasure and pain only made the kiss more real.

John shoved his hands between our bodies and undid the button on my jeans, pulling them down along with my boxers as he dropped to his knees. The head of my cock disappeared into John's mouth. The suction of his mouth made my eyes fall shut and when he tongued the slit and moaned at the taste of my cum, I could feel the tingling sensation all the way down to my toes. John's mouth sank down further and I felt the slightest scrape of his teeth against my shaft.

"John, fuck, that's so good…"

John moaned again and I felt his hands grip my hips, his nails digging into my skin. John sucked me off roughly, his teeth coming into play every so often, leaving me a trembling, moaning mess. My breath caught in my throat when my cock slid even further into his mouth. I felt his throat constrict for a moment before he swallowed me down completely.

"Fucking hell, don't stop, please, more…"

I looked down to see John's cheeks hollowed out with the effort. I felt his hand slide up my inner thigh, his fingers brushing against my opening. 2 of his fingers pressed inside me. I was unprepared and there was no lube but the feeling of being stretched was visceral and so perfectly painful. When John's fingers brushed against the bundle of nerves deep inside me my entire body jerked.

"Oh, John…" I moaned one last time before I came so hard it left me breathless. I felt John's mouth ease back and when his mouth had left my cock entirely I couldn't help but slide down the back of the door. I felt boneless and my trembling legs could no longer support my body. My eyes finally opened to find John's face close to mine, staring at me with a fiery look in his eyes. I pulled his mouth to mine, my tongue exploring his mouth, feasting on the taste of myself coupled with John's natural flavor. I toppled us both to the ground, pulling off John's pants in a near frenzy. I moved down to return the favor when John's legs locked around my hips, his erection pressing against my pelvis. His hips rolled against mine a few times until I felt John's come splash against my stomach where my shirt had ridden up.

"You were so hot, God, the sounds you were making. How am I supposed to last when just the sound of you saying my name makes me ache," John whispered into my ear. I couldn't stop myself from kissing him if I tried. Our mouths stayed fused together until our kisses tapered off to our lips barely brushing against the other's. We both sat up, laughing almost simultaneously at the fact that we had just gone at in it in the foyer and didn't even bother to get completely undressed.

We gathered up our clothes and I followed John upstairs to his bedroom where we cleaned up and I changed shirts. John's come was drying on the hem of my shirt and I was tempted to keep it on but I changed anyway. John gave me a tour of his gigantic house, pressing me against walls and furniture, kissing me senseless and telling me exactly how he pictured fucking me all over his house. I was ready to lift him up on top of his kitchen table and fuck him right there until something caught my eye. I walked into the living room, going directly to the glass case against the wall. On display were the shiny gold belts that bore John's name. John came up behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder. I lifted my hand to the latch.

"Can I…?"

"Go ahead."

"I opened the glass door and my hands immediately went to the WWE Championship, taking it from the case and holding it in my hands. It had to weigh 15 pounds and it was as gaudy as hell but I stood there stunned at the mere action of holding something that I had always dreamed of having. I turned to John with the belt still in my hands.

"John, I have to tell you something."

"What?"

I looked at John, who was smiling so sunnily and I couldn't get the words out. He deserved the truth. I wanted to tell him, needed to tell him the truth but I kept my mouth shut. If I revealed myself as the worst sort of liar with an entire week stretched out in front of us it would ruin everything. It was a pointless thing that would only cause John pain. I wanted this one last week to be wonderful and I wouldn't let my nagging conscience get in the way of that.

"Nothing…nothing important anyways."

"Do you want to try it on?"

I fumbled with the belt, almost dropping it on the ground. I finally got hold of it and placed it back in the case.

"It's a little too much bling for me."

"That's too bad because I would love to see you wearing my belt…and nothing else."

"Maybe later. Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?"

"So many things Phil, so many things."

AN: Double Update! I cribbed a line at the end from Pretty Woman, which considering the subject matter was bound to happen eventually. The end of this chapter has been in my head since I started writing this and I'm so glad to finally work it in. Hope you enjoyed the updates!