Three weeks later and Punk was not feeling any better but was still being his stubborn self refusing to see a doctor. Randy's guilt was intensifying and so were his feelings for the straight edge savior. Despite being sick Punk forced himself to start being active, going to games with friends, working out and running everyday and getting ready to head back to work. The mini vacation for both was coming to a close in the next few days, Punk had an autograph signing the next day to end his official time off that was still shrouded in mystery Punk himself had promised to explain it to the fans on twitter when he returned. This had Randy worried not the returning to work but Punk returning in the condition he was currently in, Punk had lost weight and the paleness of his skin frightened Randy the man seemed to running on pure force of will. Punk was currently laying on the couch watching a marathon of Walking Dead granted watching was not really what he was doing since his eyes were closed. Randy studied him closely smiling at the glimpse of metal all the piercings were in place Punk had managed to get them all back in with a little help from Randy on a few that were a little more stubborn. Punk was quite submissive to Randy and he was wondering if it had been taught or came naturally. He sat down in the armchair and studied Punk closer, the man even ill was beautiful Randy concluded, the colorful tattoo's and homeless look made him irresistible. Though he had found that Punk seemed to find Randy himself irresistible, even as miserable as he was Punk was constantly initiating sex with Randy not that he was complaining but he wondered briefly if it was Punk's way of making up for being so sick. "Take a picture it will last longer." Randy jumped slightly at Punk's voice and green eyes met blue eyes and Randy laughed.
"What I'm not allowed to watch my boyfriend sleep?' Punk shrugged holding his hand out to Randy.
"You can watch your boyfriend sleep all you want just curious if he knows about us, and that you are stalking me in my sleep." Randy stood and slid onto the couch pulling Punk onto his lap.
"Very funny Phil, glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor. But speaking of boyfriends since you are officially mine we need to talk about our return." Punk linked his fingers with Randy's and shrugged.
"Whatever you want to do is fine with me Randy, we can keep it secret or tell the whole world you know I could give a fuck what people think about me," Randy smiled thinking that was another thing he admired about Punk his so what attitude.
"I'm not ready to shout it out to the world yet Phil, but don't want to hide it backstage. I also want us to travel together and when we are not on the road stay at each others homes. I want to try to arrange our schedules so we are never apart for more than a few days, if that's okay with you." Punk turned and looked at Randy his eyes lit up in pleasure.
"Are you asking me to be official right now? Also are you implying we should live together?" Randy laughed and kissed the older man.
"Yes and yes, and I know if we are living together most of our time will be in Chicago cause you can't leave your precious city however we do need to spend time at my home so I can spend time with my daughter. Once again if this is what you want." Punk twisted his body so he was straddling Randy.
"Yes and yes I want that very much. I love you Randy." Punk pulled Randy's head down to his and allowed the bigger man to ravage his mouth. When Punk pulled back Randy could see the intensity in the green eyes. "Sir I have a problem I could use your help with" Punk whispered into Randy's ear and send a jolt right to his groin. Punk was more comfortable with the sir request and seemed to find it fun and a great way to let Randy know he wanted to have sex. Randy smirked and pushed Punk onto his back lifting his shirt and finding the nipple rings he so loved playing with. He thought of his toys at home and could not wait to get Punk back to his home. A vision of Punk tied to his bed while Randy had his way crept into his mind and he found himself getting harder. A flash of Punk in his play room suspended from the ceiling, tied to the saint Andrews cross of wearing a Chasity belt with a sound all these images flashed through his mind and he kissed Punk forcefully. Punk responded to the aggression wrapping his arms tightly around Randy. As he was reaching for Punks pants Randy heard the distinct sound of the front door closing and stilled. Punk tightened his grip. "Do not move I do not care who it is they can get the hell out." Randy raised an eyebrow none of Punk's friends/family knew of the depth of the relationship they had formed so Punk demanding he stay still surprised him. However he complied and glanced up to see Chez and Joe walk into the living room. He just smiled at the two Punk had turned slightly red but didn't move, he could feel Punk trying to get his erection under control. The position they were in gave Randy an advantage and he pressed his leg upwards his thigh coming into contact with Punk's crotch and then he casually flexed his muscles. Punk's eyes widen at the stimulation and his fingers dug into his shoulders. "could you guys in the future do me a fucking favor and knock." Punk tried to keep the moan from his voice as he made the request. Randy was continuing the stimulation and he wanted to scream, and also needed release but was mortified that people he considered family were standing a few feet away.
"Well this explains a fucking lot" laughed Joe. "Was wondering who you were getting it from you seem to be less bitchy lately. Not to mention the hand print on your neck a few weeks ago screamed kinky." Punk turned redder and glared at Joe.
"Get out both of you now please." Randy chuckled and shook his head.
"Phil manners we have company shouldn't you offer them a seat a drink maybe. Can we get you two anything." Punk glared daggers at randy and he just gave him his trademark evil smirk.
"Actually you could get off my brother, I would like to have a conversation with him since last I knew he was straight and you were not in the picture and since when is it "we" have company." Punk clenched his arms tighter refusing to let Randy move away despite Chez request.
"No Chez he can not get off of me right now you are kind of interrupting us right now and I would rather not have you see something that would be very awkward. We can talk later, tomorrow after my signing. You can come over and I promise to not be underneath Randy. As far as being straight sexuality is sexuality who the fuck cares. Randy and I are living together so yes it is we. I will explain more later now please get the hell out!" Chez blushed and turned on her heel heading for the door.
"Tomorrow we both will be here I want to hear this too. Oh and I would like a drink before I go manners and all right Randy." Punk literally growled Randy had him so close to cumming in his pants in front of his family that his fuse was growing shorter quickly.
"Fine tomorrow and you know where the fucking fridge is grab a drink and get the fuck out NOW!" At Punks shout Joe left the room laughing and when the front door closed Punk pushed Randy from him standing. "Asshole" he hissed walking towards the bedroom Randy stood following him.
"Do want my help with your problem Phil, we both know the rules and you can't take care of it yourself." Punk just continued to the bedroom stomping inside he stood there staring at the bed for a moment before stripping his clothes off and turning to Randy. "I'm going to make you scream my name" Randy growled tossing Punk onto the bed easily,
"Not going to happen" Punk snapped and Randy just smirked.
"We will see about that" and true to his word it wasn't long before Punks shouts could be heard throughout the house.
Punk had signed what felt like a million autographs and the line didn't seem to be shrinking. He was exhausted having stayed up all night with Randy and the way he had been feeling he wanted to be at home under the blankets sleeping instead he forced a smile and small talk with fans. Every now and then he felt tremors in his hand and his vision seemed to blurring but he pushed on ignoring the signs that something was wrong. The assistant the WWE had sent kept asking if he was alright and Punk was getting annoyed and snapping at the young women. A few other superstars were signing autographs and the looks he were receiving made him role his eyes. Daniel Bryan sat down beside him and Punk glanced over. He handed Punk a bottle of water which Punk gladly accept downing the contents quickly. "You okay man? You don't look to good. Ya know Doc Amann is around here somewhere he's giving a talk about sports medicine and professional athlete injuries in a little bit I could go grab him for you," Punk shook his head declining.
"Nah I'm fine just tired Randy had me up late last night. Just tired thanks for the water though." Punk reached out his hand and took the next photo picking the pen back up his hand shook violently as he went to sign. This did not go unnoticed by Bryan and he looked around spotting his boyfriend John he mouthed at him to go find the doctor.
"Can everyone give us a minute please we need a small break, if you just step back we will get to everyone soon." Bryan requested and people stepped away from the table waiting. "You and Randy huh, well congrats I had heard some musing about that around the back stage area. Bunch of gossips we work with Punk. How about we take a break get some fresh air it may help you wake up." Bryan kept his voice low so the fans couldn't hear his conversation. Punk pushed back away from the table.
"Yeah fresh air would be good, though could you do me a small favor and help me cause I think if I try to stand up right now I may pass out." Bryan wrapped an arm around Punks waist and hoisted him up he could hear the murmurs of the fans and knew that this was not going to help the drug use rumors going around right now. He didn't believe Punk was doing drugs but something sure as hell was going on. He got Punk out of sight of the fans quickly looking at Punk's panicking assistant.
"Get some water, cool clothes, and some food. He could need some sugar or something. Send the doctor over as soon as he arrives. He felt Punk sway on his feet, and tightened his grip "nope no passing out on me Punk just hold on we are going into this room and I will get you off your feet." Punk made a sound of acknowledgment but one glance at his face told Bryan he was going down. He went to move behind Punk to catch him but strong arms pushed him out of the way and John Cena scooped up Punk as his eyes rolled back into his head. "Thanks" Bryan said to his partner, he may have lost weight but I still didn't want to catch his heavy ass." Bryan opened the door to the room he had found and John carried Punk into the room. He laid the unconscious man on the floor as Dr, Chris Amann began checking him over. They watched as the doctor frowned taking vitals several times.
"John do me a favor and call 911, tell them we have an unconscious man who is showing signs of shock, and an extreme low blood pressure. Tell them I am trying to stabilize." John yanked his phone not hesitating while Bryan did his best to help the doctor.
"What the hell is going on is he overdosing, I heard he was suspended for drugs but I didn't believe it." Chris shook his head.
"Nope he wasn't suspended was on leave, he has no wellness violations, this could be an overdose but I think it is more serious than that." Bryan frowned and let the man work and as Punk was taken out on a stretcher he could see the worry in the doctors eyes. He turned to John wrapping his arms around the bigger man.
"we should call Randy" and at John's quizzical look Bryan shrugged "they're together, don't know much else but Punk confirmed that." John's frown deepened and he pulled Bryan closer.
"I'm not very fond of that pairing" he stated but used his phone to call the viper. After a brief phone call he took Bryan's hands "Babe I know you are worried but he is in good hands now and I know its difficult but we have a lot of fans out there so let's go finish this up and we can head to the hospital after. I may not be CM Punk but I can step into his place for now and sign some photos." Bryan nodded staring down the hospital were a man he consider a friend had disappeared on a stretcher he did not like this one bit and was going to fly through the rest of the signing.