A/N: "Sorry it took so long! Worked really hard to get it up for you guys today, since I'll be busy all day with my cousin's birthday. Enjoy :)

Recap:

She leans up and kisses him and he slowly stops struggling, moving his hands from her arms to her waist. The kiss quickly deepens, her tongue begging to meet his, and this time, he agrees. Their tongues tangle together and she moans out against him. John can't understand why he won't pull away. He doesn't want to be with her. He, in fact, hates her. It's just her judging of his masculinity. He feels the need to prove her wrong. He knows he's all man. He wants her to respect that and stop constantly shit talking him. Eventually they have to come up for air and they pull away. "Wow." She mumbles, staring up at him in awe. "Wow?" He asks, smirking. "Yeah. That was…amazing." She breathes and he nods, "Yeah, because I'm a man and I can make you feel like that. Goodbye, Shaleigh." He says and walks into the bedroom, closing and locking the door, leaving Shaleigh out in the hall alone.

Wednesday; CM Punk's Bedroom:

"Punk, can we talk?" John asks as he walks into the bedroom where Punk is sitting on the edge of the bed, watching TV. "Sure, babe." Punk smiles, shuts off the TV, and gives John his full attention.

"Punk, I don't get it. I just don't understand." John's tone of voice scares Punk. He doesn't know what's wrong with John but he knows John is seriously upset. He stands and cups John's face, "What are you talking about, John?" He asks and John sighs. "I don't understand why you never got mad about the Shaleigh and I thing. I mean, I know you gave your reasons for not being mad at me and not being mad at her individually, but you never got mad about the situation!"

John tries explaining but Punk doesn't too much understand, "What do you mean?" John grunts in anger, frustrated that Punk isn't understanding what he's trying to say, and that all his thoughts are turning to mush in his mind because of his anger. "You didn't get mad about the fact that she kissed me! You didn't get mad that someone else kissed me! You didn't get mad that someone else wants me! You didn't mad about the fact that I could have just went on to someone else and left you! You didn't get mad and so she kissed me yesterday! You didn't get mad! Dammit, I feel like you don't even care about me, Phil!"

At that, Punk snaps. Between John's strong feelings, the tears threatening to fall from John's eyes, and him calling him 'Phil', Punk snaps.

"I do care, John! I care a lot! I care so much that it scares the fuck outta me! You have no clue all these scary thoughts that went through my mind when you told me about her kissing you! You have absolutely no clue how terrified I was of you leaving me, or my own Sister betraying me! I've been through so much with my family, you know that! I've told you all about it! I don't talk to my older Brother and I barely talk to my older Sister these days. I'm not allowed to see my youngest Sister so that I don't 'fuck her up'. My other Brother and I have nothing to talk about. I hate my Parents. Selene and Shaleigh are all I have, godammit! I didn't want to believe Shaleigh would purposely hurt me like that! I didn't want to get into it with her because I didn't want to lose her over my boyfriend! That does not mean I don't care about you, John! The thought of you walking away from me and leaving me? You have no clue how bad that would hurt and how scared I am that'll happen! John, I always used to think you're this annoying, self-righteous, know-it-all, leader of them all but, fuck, John! You're fucking perfect! I don't fucking deserve you! I'm just some rebellious, holier-than-thou, punk! I don't deserve you the least bit! I feel like one day you're going to realize that and walk away from me. I can't handle that, John. I…I love you too much. We've been together for a month and a half and these feelings started off two and a half months ago. At this point, I love you, John, and I'm so terrified of you realizing you can do so much better, or that I can't satisfy you enough, or that I'm a bad decision, and for you to leave me."

There are tears in Punk's eyes that he's trying so hard to hold back, he has a booming headache, his face is red, and he's shaking. John's never seen such a beautiful, broken mess.

John takes another step forward, closing the small gap between them and takes Punk's hands in his. He kisses Punk's eyes to stop the tears from falling, but John's own tears fall as he does.

"Philip, I would never, ever leave you. Here I thought that I was alone in having these crazy feelings. You have them too though. I love you too, Phil, so much, and I'll never leave you. I promise. I'm the one that doesn't deserve you. Everyone's preconceptions about me are true, and you bring life, light, and excitement into my life. You bring the happiness to my life and a smile to my face. I've never been happier since being with you, Punk. I'm the one that doesn't deserve you. I just wanted to know that you care. I wanted to know that I'm not the only one with all these feelings. I love you so much, and I just…I don't know. I'm sorry." John replies, getting lost in his own words, too excited that Philip Brooks, of all people, loves and cares for him.

"Don't apologize. It's my fault. I'm not good at expressing my feelings. I never express my feelings. I should have with you though. I'm sorry. I love you though, babe. I definitely care about you, so don't you ever worry your pretty, little head about it ever again, okay?" Punk asks and John laughs out, "Alright, I won't." He replies and Punk kisses away John's falling tears.

"Come here, babe." He grabs John's hand and pulls him towards the bed. "What are we doing?" John asks. Punk kisses his lips before whispering in his ear, "I'm going to make love to you, gorgeous." At that he kisses behind John's ear till he reaches the lobe, taking it into his mouth and trailing his tongue along it. After grazing along the lobe, he kisses down John's jaw line and up to his lips. Their lips knead together as Punk works quickly to remove all their clothes.

"Punk.." John whimpers at the loss of contact once Punk pulls away, finally fully stripped. "Shh, I'll be right back." Punk replies as he gets off the bed to turn on some music. John expects loud Rock music to blare from the speakers, but instead, jazz instrumentals start playing just loud enough to muffle John's future moans.

Punk smiles wide and climbs back on the bed, "See, I'm willing to meet you half way. Whatever will make you stay." Punk says then pecks John's lips. "I was actually getting used to your rock music, actually. I even learned some words to that one Kill Hannah song you love." John replies with a smile and Punk's smile gets even wider, "Really?" He asks. "Yeah, the Chicago song. I know it means something to you. I think it's pretty good anyway. But thank you for the compromise." John says and Punk kisses him again, "Anything to keep you around." John quickly pulls Punk back down into another kiss, his tongue thoroughly exploring Punk's mouth, "I'm never, ever going anyway, Punk." John explains and Punk shrugs, "Can never be too sure. Enough talking though." Punk says, feeling emotions over-whelming him again.

He goes back to kissing John's neck all over as John wraps his arms around Punk's neck, basking in the feel of Punk's lips covering his body. His kisses soon trailed back up John to his ear, "God, do you know how beautiful you are, John?" Punk asks, rhetorically, as his tongue juts out to lick at John's ear. Without giving John the chance to even think about whether he'd like to reply or not, Punk immediately moves his lips lower down John's body. He kisses and licks around John's left pec before giving special attention to his nipple, then moves on to do the same to his right. John softly purrs out, loving Punk's gentle, loving touch.

Punk moves his attention down to John's stomach, kissing each of John's abs, then softly blowing on John's sides, tickling him. John chuckles out as he grabs down at Punk's arm, "Stop, babe!" He says. Punk laughs a bit and blows one more quick time before moving down to kiss at John's hipbones.

He grabs John's length and strokes it as he moves back up John's body to kiss him again. "You better be enjoying this, it won't be happening again anytime soon." He growls, thinking about passing up on the love making and just pounding John's ass. "I'm more than loving it," John chuckles, "Don't worry. I'm going to give you your own pleasure day one day." John mentions and Punk smirks, "Can't wait for that. Right now, though, it's about making sure you know I love you," Punk explains and John smiles wide, "Ugh, you and your cheesy ass. Stop smiling so I can kiss you." Punk demands and John quickly stops smiling, only to pucker up. Punk rolls his eyes, laughs, and kisses John again.

"So are we ever going to have sex?" John asks, raising an eyebrow. "You're making it reaaally hard to make love to you, John." Punk huffs and John laughs, "I'm sorry! I'm just excited!" John explains. "Because, John boy, you…are a child." Punk says then reaches back and slips his thumb inside, making John groan out. Punk wiggles his finger around for a moment, smirking, before removing it and positioning himself between John's legs.

He slowly eases himself in and John moans out, "Mmm, Phil." John mews and wraps his legs around Punk's body, pulling him in deeper. Punk leans down against John's body and kisses his neck and jaw as he makes slow, deep strokes within him. John wraps his arms tighter and moans out, loving the feelings running through his body. John opens his eyes for a moment to look at Punk. He's got his head thrown back a bit, eyes squeezed shut, and he's biting his lip. Punk groans out as he pumps then drops his head down to the crook of John's neck.

"Fuck, John, I love you so much." He groans out. John just smiles and kisses his face, "I love you too, Philip." John replies and Punk increases his speed a bit.

"Gah, fuck!" John moans out, back to having his eyes closed, writhing beneath Punk.

Punk smiles at John's reactions. John telling him that he didn't think he cared hurt him to no end. He may not be good at expressing his feelings, but he thought he was doing a decent enough job for John to know he cares. He just wants John to know that he does care and that he does love him and that even if he doesn't react to things in ways that John wants, it's not because he doesn't care. Fuck. He loves him. Philip Brooks loves John Cena. If you ask him, he couldn't tell you a set date or time of when it happened, but after awhile, it was just hard to deny. I mean, why wouldn't he? John's perfection, or at least Punk believes he is.

"Phil, yesss," John mews, "I love you so much."

He can feel himself reaching his limit. There's absolutely nothing that can kill his high today. His boyfriend loves him and is making sweet love to him right now. His boyfriend cares greatly about him. His boyfriend thinks he's…perfect.

John is quickly pulled out of his thoughts as he feels Punk lean up to reach down and grab at John's length. "Come on, baby." He groans, stroking John at a slow pace, matching his thrusts. John clenches his jaw, groaning out at Punk's touch. A few more thrusts and a few more strokes and John busted his nut as he moaned out. With a few more thrusts, Punk did the same, releasing inside John before collapsing on top of him.

"Hey, I love you, okay?" Punk whispers as he rolls over onto his back and pulls John into his arms. "I know. I love you too, Phil."

A/N: OhEmGee, guise! They loves each other! AHH! Please review.