Punk chapter: 1 person PoV Warnings: Slash, Profanity and a slow clambering out of mild madness.
Sir Punk, what are you doing?
Making a list.
I see we're going for the more traditional list making tools of a pen and paper, this time.
RULES
"Rule one: I am doing this as your friend. It's not about love."
RULE 1: I don't love you.
"Rule two: Only in hotels, not my place, not at your place, only somewhere unimportant."
RULE 2: I don't fuck whores at home.
"Rule three: I won't stay the night. I'll stay till you're asleep then I'm gone."
RULE 3: I'm not sharing a bed with a whore.
"Rule four: Don't touch my hair."
RULE 4: DON'T FUCKING TOUCH MY HAIR!
"Rule five: Don't rush me; I know what I'm doing."
RULE 5: Let me enjoy my whore.
"Rule six: don't fucking pet me; I'm not some fucking cat."
RULE 6: NOT A FUCKING CAT!
"Rule seven: don't fucking kiss me again."
RULE 7: DON'T KISS WHORES!
"Rule eight: use a fucking condom."
RULE 8: YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU MIGHT CATCH!
"Rule nine: only fucking, nothing else."
RULE 9: FUCK YOUR WHORE!
"Rule ten: let me help you."
RULE 10:?
You seem to be having a spot of bother with number ten there, Sir Punk.
Let me help you, the fuck does he want to do that for? Fucking idiot.
Rule one perhaps, Sir Punk? I am doing this as your friend? So are we going to read the note he left or are we going to keep ignoring it?
I-
Read it, Sir Punk.
Punk,
There's an awful lot of scribbling out here, Sir Punk, hold it up to the TV, see what he didn't want to say.
I know you don't want to talk about this but we should, I need to know so much from you, I need to understand. I need to know why.
I miss you. I need you. I love you.
An idiot, he's an idiot.
Don't let it get this bad again!
REMEMBER RULE 10!
Colt
Well at least we agree on that, Sir Punk. He is an idiot and so are you.
"I, uh, are you in the same city as me?"
Really, Sir Punk, calling him to beg him to come fuck you to sleep.
Rule ten. He wants to help me so bad, he can help me sleep, I'm sick of listening to you.
"What hotel you in?"
"How do we work this? Do I call you up? Make an appointment?" Oh stop looking at me like that, you're the one who made these rules, you're the one who couldn't just leave well enough alone. You could have stayed away but you didn't. Don't look so fucking miserable.
"I dunno, I guess a room number and a hotel is alls I need, really." No kissing!
Technically, Sir Punk, rubbing his nose against yours isn't kissing, technically.
"A number and a place?" Fuck technicalities, he can get on with it, I'm tired.
I know, Sir Punk and unlike you, I am aware just what it is you're tired of.
"A number and a place, Punk." I wish he wouldn't do that.
What, Sir Punk? I thought you wanted him to fuck you to sleep.
Talk against my back, it-
It's as close to a kiss as your oh so reasonable rules allow, Sir Punk. If you will recall his scribbled out not.
SHUT UP! SCRIBBLED OUT FOR A FUCKING REASON!
Room 307, Heron Hotel. - sent 00:14
Doesn't this undermine your whole I don't need him and his ten-count rant, Sir Punk?
Room 312, Lakeview. - sent 23:48
I can't deal with this on my own, okay.
Room 333, Icicle Inn- sent 01:02
You think meeting up; fucking in random hotels is the answer, Sir Punk?
Room 212, The Bannered Mare. - sent 00:48
This is helping, he was right. What we were before, it works, we just need to stick to this.
Room 294, Gateway Inn. - sent 23:15
Sir Punk, will you please talk to him.
Room 489, Ocean View. - sent 01:13
Phil, this is getting ridiculous, how many times are you going to do this? How many times are you going to play the whore? TALK TO HIM!
Room 448, Ultra Luxe - sent 00:01
I can't. I don't know what to say.
"Shit, Punk man, I am so sorry!"
"Its fine, Rey, don't worry about it."
"You're bleeding a hell of a lot though, man."
"It's fine, don't worry." Thirteen staples, thirteen, fuck this hurts.
Well, Sir Punk, at least you're getting to go under the hood for a while and feuding with Kane, that will be fun, huh?
"Did you burst your staples?"
"Uh, yeah, I think so. Sorry Doc."
"Go home, Punk. I'll tell them you need a few days to heal. Go home, go sleep, nothing strenuous."
"Yes, sir."
I know we're in Chicago but I need you. I'll pay for a hotel. - sent 23:37
Come to my place. - Colt Cabana 23:40
Go to his place? The fuck?
Are we going, Sir Punk?
"Hey, come in." Nothing looks different; everything looks the same as when I left.
Sneaked out, Sir Punk.
Shut up.
"Sit down, Punk. You look like you're gonna fall over."
"New sofa?"
"Yeah."
"What happened to the old one?"
"It, uh, it died." Died huh? So why am I here? Rule two clearly states no fucking in important places and your apartment is important. "You gonna take that off?"
"The hat? No." The hat is staying firmly on; I'm not sitting around bald-headed and woolly-chinned in your fucking apartment without knowing why the fuck I'm here. Alls I wanted was to sleep; I'd have even paid for the hotel.
Perhaps all this time, I've been wrong, Sir Punk, perhaps you're the john and he's the whore.
"C'mere."
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, gimme that back." And stop dragging me down to your lap,
"Sleep Punk, no sex, nothing, just sleep. Rule ten, Punk." Sleep I can do but this, this isn't in your rules, idiot.
I'm quite sure that lying with your head in his lap is against your rules too, Sir Punk. What about rule four?
Don't have any hair for him to stroke, so fuck you.
"How many are there?"
"Staples? Thirteen." Don't fucking go near them; they hurt like a bitch and keep fucking bleeding.
"Hmm, go to sleep Punk." This is nice, I miss his lap, he's comfy.
Sir Punk, take his advice, go to sleep, you sound like a girl.
"Hey, you hungry?" I fell asleep? Still tired, sleeping now. "Or go back to sleep, Punkers, that works too."
See I told you this system was working; we even manage to talk to each other. I have no fucking idea what an algorithm is though, if we're gonna keep talking podcasts I'm gonna need to learn.
I'm impressed, Sir Punk. You're both as fucking stupid as each other. He wants to ta-
We are talking! We talk lots; we talk about all sorts of things!
He wants to talk to you but knows you're a fucking pussy who'll run and you, Sir Punk, take advantage of the fact that he's a fucking idiot who is in love with you.
Shut up. There's no evidence he loves me-
He wrote it on a no-
He scribbled it out on a note. He has no reason to be in love with me.
You fucked up, Sir Punk, you and everyone else, often do.
I always fuck up.
You do realise that this arrangement isn't making anything better, it's delaying the inevitable, eventually he'll grow a set.
And then I'll find a new way to sleep.
You'll run from him again?
He'll grow a set and tell me to fuck off.
Sir Punk, he loves you.
He'll get over it, everyone does.
Alright, say he gets over being in love. What about you?
What about me?
What will you do when he doesn't love you, when you've only got yourself to rely on?
I'll work hurt.
Do you remember the conversation we had the other week? - Colt Cabana 07:46
The podcast one? - sent 07:50
That's the one. - Colt Cabana 07:59
Do you remember it? - Colt Cabana 08:00
Are you going to tell me what this is about? - sent 08:03
Will you be on it? - Colt Cabana 08:26
What? - sent 08:29
My podcast! - Colt Cabana 08:33
When? - 08:36
Next week? - Colt Cabana 08:59
Sure. Come to my place, Ace can give you directions. - Sent 09:01
littleone1389: This is how it all worked out, I think Punk is mostly angry with himself to be honest, he'd no desire in running an alternative track to nine. Life, it appears would agree with you, Punk on the other hand seems pretty happy with the arrangement...
alizabethianrose: Unpleasant conversations scheduled for next chapter, Colt seems keen, Punk not so much.
agd888: "like watching a car crash in slow motion" is the BEST description of this! And exactly what I was aiming for! :D Your review made me SO happy! :D
InYourHonour: Difficult indeed but what relationship isn't? :D
As ever, I hope this didn't disappoint; comments and criticism on characterisation is so welcome, Punk feels rather like he's slipping away from me here. And yes, all the hotels are from video games.
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