A/N: Please excuse spelling errors, I finished this after 3am.
"Hey, Cody?"
The dark haired young man stopped and glanced down at the hand gripping his arm. It was tattooed and he slowly traced his eyes up the arms, traces of pale, creamy skin winking out here and there between the bright ink. His lips curved into a smirk as he moved closer to the other man who chewed his lip ring, strands of his raven hair falling into his face.
"Yes?" The younger man purred, and ran fingers up Phils' leg, his nails lightly scraping against the jean fabric.
"Um, I just wanted to know where Ted's staying. I figured you'd know." Phil spit out quickly, releasing Codys' wrist. Cody folded his arms over his chest and pouted dramatically, his glittering eyes and that cute little nose stud winking in the light of the hallway.
"Why Teddy? He's not nearly as fun as I am…"
Phil rolled his eyes and swept his fingers through his hair and back from his face.
"I'd rather be in the arms of my Texan, thank you Codfish. But I need to know where Ted's staying because I drew his name. Remember, you know Adams' game? I figured it was about time I get this over with. I'm not sure why I agreed to be in this anyway, casual sex…I must have been off that day. But I might as well come through with my end of the deal." Phil shrugged as Codys' eyes lit up and he grabbed the straight edge mans' shoulders.
"Ooh! What are you going to do to Teddy? What kink did he put down!" Cody hopped up and down excitedly and it made Phil laugh, the way he carried on. Sometimes Phil wondered if Cody didn't belong in the Divas' locker room instead, along with Jericho—or rather 'Christina'. As if Paul Wight might hear him thinking the taboo nickname, Phil glanced warily around, then laughed again. Of course, The Big Show couldn't read minds but his massive size and his bellowed threat to flatten anyone who called Chris 'that name' again was enough to make anyone shiver with the fear of death.
"Tell me!" Cody demanded again, whining and tugging at Phils' ribcage hoody. "Let me come too, Teddy won't mind!"
"No, you're not coming, and no again, I won't tell you his kink. I asked first."
"Fine. Room 219." Cody flicked his palm out at Phil in a 'talk to the hand' gesture and sauntered past him, as though he was highly offended that Punk wouldn't engage him in their fun.
Phil chalked the number up in his mind and headed to his room, once inside he tossed his duffel onto the bed and opened it, pulling out what was inside and shaking his head. He didn't mind doing these kinds of things for John, but for someone random, it was a little strange. If he admitted the truth, it was even kind of thrilling. At that thought, Phil bit his lip and stripped from his jeans and hoody and squeezed into the outfit that would do to fulfill Teds' request.
He pulled his signature hoody on over the ensemble to hide it from prying eyes as he moved through the hallway and to the elevator, and through the hallway again until he was at room 219. He let out a sigh of relief when no one had quirked an eyebrow at him, after all his legs were bare but by now most everyone was used to seeing him walk around the hotel in a hoody or one of Johns' button up shirts sans pants…because pants were apparently the devil to CM Punk.
He thought about turning away, but he'd came this far so he tapped on the door. He took a clumsy step back when the door swung open, astonished at what he saw, his words failing him as his mouth flapped open and shut like a fish out of water.
"Can I help you?" Jeff purred, leaning in the doorway. His rainbow hair was wet and hanging loose over his shoulders, his ivory form nude, smeared with chocolate sauce. His green eyes sparkled with mischief and his lips turned into a grin at Phils' reaction.
"I-I…uh…"
"Yes?" Jeff sighed, boredly, as he ran his hand over his own cock and then brought his sticky-smeared hand to his lips, licking at the chocolate that stained his fingers.
"T-Ted…I'm looking for Ted!" Phil managed to choke out, as he averted his gaze from the younger Hardy. Behind him a familiar voice called out in annoyance, demanding Jeff come back into the room.
"Hold on Matt. It's Philly!" Jeff called back over his shoulder.
"Ah don't care who it is!"
"Just never mind—I-I'll find it myself." Phil tripped over his feet as Matt appeared behind Jeff, scowling, and flicking his tongue against Jeffs' cheek.
"133." Matt offered, before wrapping his arms around Jeffs' slender waist and dragging him back into the room, lastly the dark Southerner kicked the door shut. Phil slumped against the wall for a moment, trying to collect himself and remember the new room number—all while vowing to find Cody later and do something mean to him as revenge.
Straightening his hoody, Phil took the elevator back down and wished he had something to hide behind when Dave Batista practically molested him with his eyes and made comments about hiss pretty, shapely legs, that if John was there would have certainly earned the Animal a stiff shot to the jaw. But John wasn't there, and again Phil thought about forgetting the whole thing and going back to John and using what he had on under his hoody to entertain him instead.
Once again he stamped down on that thought and headed to another room, which better be the right one this time, or he promised himself he would forget Ted. With a deep breath, Phil peeled off his hoody and tossed it to the side, but not before taking out what he'd stuffed in the pouch and sitting it on his head. With a heavy fist he banged on the door.
"Police, open up!"
Maybe that was a bad idea. Phil thought to himself as he imagined doors around them flying open and people poking their heads out to see what the commotion was, and seeing CM Punk dressed the way he was. He shifted uncomfortably and tried to tug down the tiny shorts he was wearing, as he wondered if they even covered his pasty ass.
The door flew open and there Ted was, in his underwear and rubbing his eyes, looking groggy.
"Police what--" Ted stopped when he noted the policeman at the door was not a real policeman, but one of his co-workers in a sexy number that made the mental fog from his deep sleep suddenly disappear, leaving him wide awake and wide eyed. Phil looked amazing as Ted quickly drank in the scene of him framed in the doorway.
He wore a pair of black leather flat-heeled boots that hugged the curve of his calf nicely and ended just below the knee. From there his milky skin look as soft and sweet as cream as Ted traced the girlish curve of his leg further upwards. Phils' hips were barely covered, his crotch nicely outlined in a pair of tiny navy blue shorts that looked as though they'd been spray painted on. A heavy black belt sat low on his hips and at one hip hung a nightstick, from the other hip dangled a set of winking handcuffs. His shirt was a light powdery blue that looked amazing laid against his ivory skin and his dark eyes and hair. The shirt was tied into a knot at the bottom rather than buttoned all the way down, so Phils' midriff was bare, showing off the Straight Edge tattoo that curved over his stomach. The top was complete with a silver badge and patches on the sleeves, and the whole thing was made complete with the cloth hat that sat crookedly on his head, matching the color of those barely-there shorts that kept drawing Teds' gaze back again and again.
Phil shoved his way into the room and slammed the door shut. He ducked behind Ted who had yet to say a word, and slapped one of the cuffs onto Teds' wrist. Phil pulled him close and hissed into his ear.
"You're under arrest."
Ted managed to turned quickly, causing Phil to lose his grip on the cuffs and let it go. Ted reached around and grabbed a handful of Phils' ass as his eyes burned fire at the dark man.
"For what, officer?"
The answer was a sharp slap across Teds' face that sent him stumbling back. Punk whipped out his nightstick and twirled it.
"For assaulting an officer." He bit out, tugging again at the skimpy shorts.
"Are you gonna issue a warning? Or am I gonna get locked up?"
Phil backed Ted into the bed, the back of his legs hitting hard, forcing him to sit. He watch transfixed as Phils' hand gripped the thick nightstick and moved slowly up it, then back down, a shadowy smirk curving his pierced lips as Ted fidgeted.
He got up again and pounced on Punk, unable to keep his hands from roaming over the tight fabric of his costume. Ted was shoved away roughly, and before he could turn back to Phil a hard whack landed across his ass, pitching him to the floor. Phil climbed onto Teds' back, holstering the nightstick. He reached again for Teds' wrist and grabbed the empty cuff that hung from it, as he pressed and ground his excited groin against Teds' ass. The groan that filled the room as a result had Phil blushing pink as he struggled with Ted, trying again to get his other hand cuffed.
Ted flipped Officer Phil and pinned him, sending his cop hat tumbling to the floor. Ted studied Phils' face and the way his soft, ebony, tresses fell it and stuck to his flushed, sweaty cheeks as he panted. He brushed some of Phils' sticky hair away and captured his lips roughly, sucking the cold ring into his mouth and chewing on the delicate pink flesh.
Phil struggled against Ted, purposefully bucking up in attempt to dislodge him which only made the young mans panting and moans grow. With one final hard thrust Phil sent Ted off of him and both men quickly got to their feet, circling each other as if they were opponents in a wrestling ring. Phil had the nightstick out again, tapping it against his open palm.
"I'm going to have to get rough with you if you refuse to cooperate." The dark one growled, flicking his tongue out and tasting the tang of blood on his lip.
"I can guarantee you I won't behave." Ted laughed lowly as he raised his wrist and jangled the free cuff taunting the sexy officer who couldn't seem to handle his violator.
"You're so bad, Theodore." Phil shook his head, nearing Ted again.
After another brief tussle Phil managed to get Ted bent over the bed. With one quick move he yanked Teds' boxers to his ankles gaining a yelp from the other man as he tried to be unruly. Phil put a quick end to that when he brought the nightstick hard against Teds' bare flesh, immediately a red stripe rose angry on the sensitive skin.
"On the ground!" Phil shouted, punctuating his demand with two more hard whacks, the feel of the heavy weapon connecting against Teds' soft flesh and the pained-pleasured sounds it drew from him was a turn on, and even though Ted slowly moved to lower himself to the ground, Phil hit his ass again and again yelling for Ted to get down. The younger man quickly pressed himself to the floor, the roughness was both horrible and wonderful, the throbbing sting of the weapon sent Teds' cock into a painful hardness. Phil grabbed his short hair, his fingers scraping and raking against his scalp as Phil grappled for a hold. He yanked Teds' head to the side, noting the glittering trails of tears that streaked his hot cheeks.
He finally got Teds' other hand secured and jerked him up to his feet, and led him to the bed where he deposited him and then straddled Teds' waist, his erect stiffness brushing against Punks' crotch when he did.
Ted groaned out his pleasure and arched up into Punk, wishing he could run his hands over the smooth skin of his belly and feel the flesh twitch and shiver beneath his touch as he traced his fingertips over the tattooed words. But his hands were secured behind his back, leaving him to the mercy of mad seated at his waist.
"Officer…
"You have the right to remain silent!" Punk barked, bringing the nightstick across Teds chest, drawing a breathless 'oomph' sound from him. "I suggest you use that right."
Ted nodded, and watched as Phil studied his twitch cock as he ran his tattooed hand up and down the nightstick slowly, as though lazily jerking it off.
"Please?" Ted whined, winning him another hard blow from the heavy handed officer. He writhed uncontrollably, the pain only making him harder, and Punks' fingertips teasingly brushed over his throbbing head. He bit into his lip to keep back the moan that wanted to burst out, and tasted blood seep into his mouth and cover his front teeth. Smirking, Phil bent over him and lapped at his crimson lips, sweeping his tongue inside, and ravaging Teds' mouth as his hand reached between them and lazily stroked Teds' arousal.
Ted couldn't keep back the sounds any longer, but they were muffled by Punks' mouth sealed to his as their bodies slicked with sweat, causing Phils' uniform to seem horribly tight and stuffy. Gasping, the raven haired man broke the kiss and sat back on Teds' thighs, once in a while tracing his finger lightly up and down the underside of his erection, grinning when it made Ted whimper, the sounds full of unspoken pleading.
Punk left Teds' cock twitching and wanting, and sat back. Slowly he peeled off his sweaty shirt and tossed it aside. Next he unlatched the heavy belt and laid it on the bed, followed by raising up to slowly and seductively slip out of the skimpy little shorts. The minute they were down on his hips, his own erection sprang out, the sudden freedom from the hot, tight, fabric making him moan in pleasure.
"Now, my prisoner…" Phil smirked, crawling up Teds' wiggling, fidgeting body. "You will do as I say." He sat on Teds' chest and presented his cock to Teds' lips. The younger man flicked his tongue out against the head as Phil stroked himself, his head rolled to the side, his teeth grinding against his lip ring as pleasure surged through his body at the wet, warm, touches. "Open." Phil demanded.
"What if I don't want--"
Phils' hand came crashing into his face, sending Teds' head lulling to the side hard against the pillow, the taste of blood in his mouth again.
"Police brutality!" Ted growled, swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth.
"Hm, you haven't seen police brutality yet."
Punk laughed, and gripped Teds' jaw firmly and applied more and more pressure until he opened it. When he moved his hand away he could already see the fingertip bruises forming purple against Teds' skin. Phil slipped his hardened length into Teds' mouth and reveled in the feel of his warm tongue suckling and caressing, his teeth lightly scraping against the velvet hardness was making Phil rock his hips, wanting more.
The taste of the straight edge man and the throbbing pulse reverberating through Teds' mouth had his own cock growing even harder, and he whined and groaned against Phils' erection, sending a shudder and moan through the officer. Slowly, Phil pulled out and Ted hollowed his cheeks against his hard-on as he did so, creating a suction that had Phil nearly coming and filling Teds' mouth with his molten seed. However, will power was one of Punks' strengths so he held on, although he was starting to leak.
He slithered back down Teds' body and reached behind to where he'd left the utility belt, and from a small pouch pulled out a tube of lube and readied both himself and Ted.
"Are you ready to pay your fine?"
Ted nodded eagerly and arched his hips up, ready to meet Phil as his fingers slid in and out, stroking his prostate. Punk withdrew his fingers, and replaced them with something even better, both of them crying out. The pace was fast and hard, Phils' hands tightly griping and bruising Teds' hips as he pumped roughly in and out as Ted thrashed beautifully beneath him. Ted fell over the edge first, grunting out his climax as his seed splashed into Punks' face and over his own stomach. Phil came shortly after with a few last thrusts, filling Ted before pulling out and collapsing next to him.
"Ah, wow." Ted sighed as grabbed a pillow and held it close, trying to steady his breathing. "Is Layfield gonna kill me for this?" Ted asked, squinting cautiously at Punk as he came down from his climax. Phil laughed tiredly.
"Nah, he's in this too, remember. If he puts me on the couch a night for playing this game, then I'm putting his ass on the couch for a week. You might think he wears the pants in our relationship but not really, I do. Well, figuratively at least." A soft smile upturned Phils' lips and his eyes glowed just thinking of his loud mouthed Texan lover. "He's wrapped around my little tattooed fingers…and I'm wrapped around his big Texas long hor--"
"Okay, that's enough!" Ted said hurriedly, clapping his hand over Phils' mouth. They both laughed.