JoMo/Punk=Show Me Your Moves
Written for Cal because she loves Philligan and well she made me love Philligan too XD
John Morrison walked up to his hotel room after the rumble was complete. He had given the fans a complete show by jumping from the barricade to the steel steps of the ring. Thank goodness for his parkour training. John smirked as he walked up to his door and found a little surprise standing there.
"CM Punk, what do I have to say about this little encounter?" John set his hands on his hips.
Punk pushed himself off of John's door and walked over to the younger superstar. He had seen what happened. And he thoroughly enjoyed it. John had crazy leg strength, and Punk had completely dirty thoughts about what he could do to the Monday Night Delight.
"I come bearing a proposition, Morrison, dear." Punk smirked, opening his arms wide.
"What kind of proposition would that be, Phillip?" John cocked his head to the side, the gorgeous smirk still in place.
"You, me, your hotel bed. You could show me your moves." Punk smiled showing his teeth.
John laughed, "What makes you think that I want to 'show you my moves'?"
"It's all your choice, Morri, but I'm going to remind you of something," Punk stepped closer to the long haired man. He leaned in close to John's ear, "You're the only guy that's ever been able to show me all they've got without leaving me bored."
"Oh really now?" John turned to look into Phil's pretty greenish/brown eyes, "We haven't done what you're talking about since ECW. Can you handle me now?"
"I know I can handle you." Punk nodded keeping his eyes locked on John's.
John looked Punk up and down before nodding, "Let's go in then."
Punk smiled before leaning in and kissing John. John wrapped his arms around Punk returning the kiss with fervor.
The kiss lasted for a few minutes before they heard whistles and clapping. Punk and John pulled away, picked up their bags and walked into John's room after he slid the keycard in.
Once inside Punk pushed John against the door and attacked his neck. His hands roamed over John's body, slipping under his shirt to touch the warm tanned skin. John shivered. It really had been awhile since the two had been together.
"Philly, the bed would be much better, I'll have you kno-oh-ow." John groaned when Punk tweaked one of his nipples.
"But you look so sexy against the door, Johnny. I could take you right here. You wrap those beautiful legs around me and I could slip right into that perfect little pucker." Punk slipped a hand down to John's ass and squeezed.
"Oh shit, that would be fun, but wouldn't you rather have me on the bed so you can see how damn flexible I am?"
Punk backed up a little from John. There was a glint in the older man eyes. He motioned towards the bed. John smiled and pulled off his shirt giving Punk a show before walking to the bed, his ass swaying back and forth as he walked.
"John, your ass is perfect." Punk said staring at the wonderfulness.
"Yeah, I know it is." John said smugly.
Punk crossed the room and slapped John right on the ass for his smugness. John groaned and bucked his hips, "You are such a slut, Johnny."
"You love it, Phil." John turned and pulled Punk's shirt off of him and tossed it to the ground. He ran his hands across the tattoo on his chest, "I love this. The design is so amazing."
"Yeah? You've always had a thing for my tattoos."
John leaned down and kissed across Punk's chest, licking at the bronze nipples as he came to them. He pulled away a little to look up at Punk, "I have a thing for tats in general."
"You messed around with a few guys that don't have tattoos."
"That you know of." John smirked, "They're fun to find."
Punk chuckled then pulled John's head up to his. He pressed their lips together; his hands came to rest on John's jeans. John's hands came to rest on Punk's own pants. Punk popped the button, pulled down the zipper then together they both started pushing down the clothing as the kiss progressed. They toed off their shoes as their pants and underwear hit the floor. John stepped out of his followed by Punk doing the same.
"You can stand on your hands can't you?" Punk smirked
" Yeah… Where are you going with this?" John asked.
"I just want to try something."
"Okay, okay. We will try something." John nodded and got on the floor. He flipped onto his hands in front of Punk. Punk stepped close to John, his head now level with John's dick. He leaned forward and took the head into his mouth. John moaned and almost lost his balance, "You could have warned me, Phil."
"Sorry, Johnny. I should have."
Punk continued to suck at the head before taking all of John's dick into his mouth. John tried not to focus too much on the amazing feel of Phil's mouth. After a few minutes, he couldn't take it anymore, "Phil, my arms are about to give out. You're going to have to let me move."
Punk pulled off slowly, "Okay, Johnny. Onto the bed."
John flipped back to his feet and onto the bed. He smirked at Punk, "Come and get me, Phillip."
Punk climbed onto the bed and over top of John. He leaned down and kissed along the younger man's neck. Punk wrapped his hand around John's cock and stroked slowly. He lifted two fingers in front of John's face. John took them in and lathered them up until they were dripping with saliva. Punk pulled them out and moved them down to John's ass. He pushed one in and started the prep.
A few minutes later John couldn't wait any longer, "Phillip, fuck me. Please."
Punk pulled his fingers out, "I want you against the wall."
"Why's that, Phil?"
"I want to feel these sexy legs wrapped around me, Johnny." Punk rubbed along John's left thigh. John whined and nodded. The two got up off the bed. John leaned against the wall while Punk lubed up his dick. Punk walked up to John, "Wrap your legs around me, John."
John did as told. He wrapped his arms and legs around Punk. Punk pressed John's back against the wall just as he pushed into his entrance. John groaned at the feeling of being filled by Punk.
Punk started out slow and fluid with his motions. Every thrust was with a purpose. The straight edge Nexus member wanted to make John feel so good that he never would want anyone else. John held tight to Punk; Punk was making him feel so good. He kept hitting John's prostate. Pleasure coursed through John's body as the thrusts started to pick up speed. John's fingernails left indentions in Punk's skin. Everything felt so damn good.
Punk pulled them away from the wall and laid John down on the bed without pulling out of him. He resumed his pace as John pulled him down into a fierce kiss. The change in angles had Punk slamming into John's prostate with more force than before. John's dick was trapped between the two men. John was getting closer and closer to his orgasm. His breathing started to shorten, that familiar feeling in his groin was growing stronger and stronger.
"Phil…" John moaned, pulling back out of the kiss, "I'm so fucking close."
"Come on, John. I want to feel how tight your ass is. Remind me." Punk growled moving to John's neck to nip and suck.
John couldn't take it anymore. He cried out as his orgasm washed over him, coming along his and Punk's stomachs.
Punk groaned at the vice grip John's ass now had on his dick. A few more thrusts and he was coming as well, whispering John's name as he filled his entrance with spurts of cum.
When the two had come down from their high, Punk pulled out of John and laid down on the bed beside him. He wrapped his arms around John and leaned against him. John looked back at him and smirked, "That was amazing, Phil."
"Yeah, it was, John. I guess I should let you go now and leave."
"Nah, don't worry about it. I'm quite comfortable, besides I want to show you more of my moves after we get a quick nap. We're far from done tonight, Phillip."
Punk grinned and kissed John's shoulder. He snuggled up and fell into a short slumber.
~End~
