A/N: Okay, for those that didn't see my Twitter or Tumblr post, my computer's charger burned through itself and no longer works. I have to get a new one Saturday when I get some money. That's why I couldn't update. Thankfully my cousin came over and she has the charger as me, so I can update today. I'll upload the next update too in case I have to get a new charger shipped or something stupid and won't have it in time for Monday. For those that don't know, my Twitter is Jay_Lee101, and my tumblr is enchantedravenhairedlady. You can find Tumblr updates under the tag 'SICGMH'. Anytime something happens or I can't update, I'm definitely sure to update both with why and stuff. So just wanted to tell you all that and stuff :)
Recap:
"So you guys are professional wrestlers, right?" She asks. "Yeah." Punk answers. "Such a man's job." She giggles a bit. "Yeah, well…" Punk chuckles. John decides to interrupt this eye-fucking, but before he can, he's called. "Mr. Cena! We're ready for the next scene. You need to get changed." A staffee calls out to him. John nods. "I'll be back." John says. "Yeah, good luck." Punk gives him a quick glance, then returns to his conversation with Rutina. John growls a bit as he stalks off towards wardrobe. [...] Before he can say his next line, he sees Punk and Tara come back into the area, drinks in hand. They're talking lowly and laughing with each other as they walk together, arms brushing. John gets stuck staring. "Say the line." Alan commands, but John doesn't hear him. He's too busy staring at the giggling couple in view. "Say it…What's wrong?...John?...John!" It's when Alan yells that both men are snapped out of their own world. "Y-yeah?" John asks. "Are you okay?" Alan asks. "Y-Yeah. Sorry. I spaced. I'm so sorry." John says, then looks back to Punk. Punk locks eyes with him, something like guilt written all over his face, and he quickly looks to the ground as he takes a step away from Rutina.
Tuesday; Brooks' Den:
"Look, Gage, aren't they pretty?" Punk asks, pointing at the TV where they're watching America's Next Top Model. "Ya!" Gage yells. "Oh, look at that one! She's gorgeous, isn't she?" Punk asks. "Ya!" Gage yells. "Which one is your favorite?" Punk waits till all the girls are lined up to ask. Gage waddles over to the TV and stares for awhile, before pointing at one. "Ya!" He bangs on the TV. "Come here, Gage. Stop hitting the TV." Punk commands, and Gage waddles back over and Punk lifts him on the couch. He keeps pointing at the TV and grunting, trying to get his point across. "Yeah, I saw. She's really pretty." Punk smiles.
"Philip?" John calls out from the dining room where he's working on car designs on his computer. "Yeah, babe?" Punk asks, not turning around. "What are you doing?" John asks, squaring his eyes at the back of Punk's head. "Nothing, just watching TV with Gage." Punk replies. "You hate that show." John mentions. "I don't hate it. I said it's stupid, but it amuses me, so I'm going to watch it. Besides, nothing else is on. Ooh, Gage, look! Her outfit is pretty. Do you like it?" Punk asks. "No!" Gage says. "What about hers?" Punk points. "Ya!" Gage replies.
"Punk?" John calls out again. "Yes?" Punk answers. "Is everything okay?" John asks. "Yeah, everything is fine! Is everything okay with you?" Punk turns and asks. "I guess so." John shrugs. "How's the cars coming?" Punk asks. "Really nice." John answers. "Gage, you like Da-Da's cars?" Punk asks. "Ya!" Gage answers. "Maybe Da-Da will let you take a hot chick in one of his hot cars when you're old enough to drive!" Punk says, and Gage claps.
"When's the last time Gage took a nap?" John asks, closing the laptop and standing up. "Few hours ago. Ooh, look, Gage, she's pretty." Punk says. "Alright. Come on, Gage. You've had enough TV. You need a nap, little man." John says, picking up Gage. "No! No! NO!" Gage bangs on John's chest. "Yeah, you're getting fussy. You need a nap." John says, heading to the bedroom. "Aww, poor guy." Punk chuckles, following them to the room.
Punk sits in the rocking chair and watches as John gets Gage all ready for his nap. "You're really great with him, John." Punk states. "Thanks." John smiles over at him. "You're a lot better at this than I am, and I'm his birth Father." Punk sighs and shakes his head. "Don't say that. You're amazing with him, Punk, and he loves you dearly. You're doing amazing with him." John says, then lays Gage in the crib.
"Da-Da! No!" Gage cries. "Shh. Just take a small nap, then we'll go to the park, okay?" John promises. "Da-Da." Gage sticks out his bottom lip, and John smiles down at the sight. Gage is gorgeous. He looks just like his Papa. "Goodnight, Gage." John says, then turns on the classical CD that Punk has play while Gage sleeps. Gage whines and whimpers for a few minutes, before the music gets him to drift to sleep.
"Can you come with me? I'd like to talk to you about something." John reaches out his hand to Punk. Punk eyes him, confused, but takes his hand and lets John lead him to the bedroom. Punk sits against the headboard as John paces back-and-forth at the foot of the bed. "What's wrong, John?" Punk asks, concerned. "Uhm, it's about Gage." John says. "What the hell is wrong with Gage?!" Punk jumps up. "Nothing is wrong with him. Calm down, baby. Sit down." John motions to the bed. Punk squares his eyes at him, but takes his place back on the bed.
"What's wrong with Gage?" Punk asks yet again. "It's about the way you're raising him." John mumbles. "What the hell does that mean?!" Punk asks. "I just want to know your intensions about something." John says. "What?" Punk asks. "Are you okay with Gage growing up having two Dads?" John asks. "Of course! I wouldn't have married you if I had a problem with that!" Punk explains. "Are you scared he's going to turn out like us?" John asks. "What do you mean?" Punk asks. "Are you scared that Gage is going to be gay or bi if we act around him too much?" John asks. "Why would you ask that?" Punk asks. "You've been shoving half naked girls in his face all day and he's only 1 years old! Do you not want me around him? Do you not want him to see us together? Are you concerned he's going to end up with this life?" John asks.
"Wait. No. Please don't do this. This is not about you. Please don't make this about you. I would never, ever take him away from you. You are amazing with him, and you do everything that I can't. You are a way better Father to my child than I'll ever be. This is not about you." Punk says. "Then what is it about?" John asks. "It's…I…ugh…I don't know. You're right, John. You're exactly right. I get really scared sometimes that he's going to grow up liking men because he sees us together. It's not that I have a problem with us being around him, it's that I'm scared he's going to think that's…normal." Punk explains. "I hate to break it to you, but gay couples are more and more common and normal these days." John mentions. "I'm not saying that gay people aren't normal. I'm just saying that…ugh. I don't know how to explain myself without sounding hypocritical and ignorant." Punk growls in anger.
"Let's take it one step at a time then. Would you be upset with Gage if he turned out liking men?" John asks. "No! He'd still be my kid! I'd still love him! I am not my Father, John!" Punk hisses. "I never said you were. You are definitely not your Father. It was simply a question. Are you concerned about his orientation because you don't want him to grow up being judged and harassed?" John asks. "Hell no! John, whose kid is he? Mine. He's going to hold his own and stand up for himself no matter what. It's in his DNA. Besides, his Pop is a professional wrestler. Either he'll kick their ass, or I will!" Punk states. "Is it because you're worried about what people will think if you turn out with a gay kid, being that you're married to another man?" John asks. "That may have a small bit to do with it, but only a very small part." Punk promises. "What is it then?" John asks. "I don't know. I just want him to grow up knowing that he should be liking girls. If it turns out that he wants to be with guys later on in the future, then ya know, he likes dude. Ain't nothing going to change in our relationship." Punk explains.
"I just wanted to know your intentions, alright? It was no offense to you, okay?" John mentions. "Am I a bad Father? Am I doing something wrong? John, if I'm raising him wrong, please tell me. If I'm fucking up, please, please tell me. I've already fucked up too much with you. Don't let me fuck up with my kid too." Punk pleads, and John quickly climbs onto the bed to hover above Punk. "Stop it. Don't you say that. I will bite you—" John tries to threaten, but Punk takes it the wrong way, "Bite me, please." Punk smirks. "Punk, let's be serious for a moment. You're a great Father. I just wanted to know your intentions. You're not raising him wrong. There's nothing wrong with wanting him to be with a woman. I expected that out of you. There's nothing wrong with that. I don't know any parents, that don't wear nothing but pink and animal print 24/7 or some crap, that wants their kid to be gay. This is normal. You're just forcing it. I think you're so scared of him turning out this way, that you're shoving half naked women in his face and he's only 1. He's not even at the girls-have-cooties phase, baby. Wait till he's in kindergarden to start that. And I wouldn't start out with America's Next Top Model. Maybe Dora and Sailor Moon." John explains. "Sailor Moon doesn't even come on anymore." Punk mentions. "Something about you knowing that makes me love you even more," John pecks Punk's lips, "But just wait till he's a little older, okay? There's nothing to be scared about. He's going to grow up happy, healthy, and live a normal life. Just don't pressure him, or he's going to try and go against you, okay?" John explains. "Yes, Father." Punk rolls his eyes and chuckles.
"Are you mad at me for bringing this up?" John asks. "No! Not at all! You're his Dad too, John. We already had this discussion! Don't make me choke you again! You're going to raise him the best way you see fit as well!" Punk explains. "I just don't want you to be mad at me for debating your parenting skills when it comes to your child." John sighs, and Punk grips at John's face, "Say it right! Correct your sentence! Now!" Punk demands. "Our child." John corrects. "Exactly. Our child. If you see me doing something wrong, I want you to come to me about it. I want to raise Gage as best I can, so I want you to call me on my problems, okay?" Punk mentions. "Alright. Alright. Fine." John smiles. "Thank you for coming to me about that, John Boy." Punk caresses John's face. "No problem baby." John replies, and Punk pulls him into a kiss.
"How about we entertain each other while Gage is sleep." Punk smirks. "Sounds good to me." John smirks back, and they kiss again. Punk grabs John and rolls him over onto his back, straddling him as he shoves his tongue into John's mouth. John groans as Punk grinds against him, and wraps his arms around Punk's neck, grabbing Punk's head and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Once Punk's gotten his fill, he pulls away and moves to John's neck.
"Lay down." John whispers. Punk pulls from John's neck to look at him, and John gives him a mischievous, little smirk, "Lay down." John repeats. "Such a nasty boy." Punk whispers in John's ear, then rolls off of him. John immediately gets up to sit on his haunched legs, and strips off his shirt and beater. He runs his hands seductively down his chest and stomach till he reaches his belt, then he begins to seductively strip his lower half as well, praying he's coming off as sexy and appealing as possible. Punk bites his lip as he watches John, his hard-on throbbing and begging for attention. John strips completely down, then hovers over Punk's body to take off his upper clothes as well. He leans down then begins tracing his tongue around Punk's chest tattoos, grinding down against him. Punk groans out in pleasure. John trails down to Punk's pants, then begins finishing stripping him down.
Once he tosses his jeans and briefs, he grabs Punk's length and begins licking up and down it. Punk groans loudly, wishing he could just plunge his cock in John's mouth. "Stop being a fucking cocktease." Punk growls. John chuckles, then takes him fully in his mouth, licking around the base. He sucks his way to the top, then teases the slit for a moment, before beginning to bob along Punk's cock. "Fuck, John. So fucking good at this." Punk praises. John smiles and hums around his mouthful, getting Punk to groan even more. John waits till Punk's about ready to blow, before pulling from his cock and smiling at him.
Punk quickly sits up, grabbing John's face and pulling it to him, "You're so fucking talented with your mouth." Punk whispers, then kisses John's lips. "Only for you." John replies. Punk's eyes flash some weird emotion, but it's gone too quickly for John to try and read it. Punk gives a small, little smile, then kisses John's lips again, "Stay right here." Punk commands, then he climbs off the bed. He heads over to his iPod dock and turns on some jazz relatively loud, so that if it should wake up Gage, which it shouldn't, it'll lull him back to sleep like it usually does.
When he turns back to the bed, John's on his hands and knees, wagging his ass at Punk. "Ohhhh, I'm gonna fuck the hell outta you." Punk chuckles. "Come do it, then." John challenges. Punk quickly heads back over to the bed and stands in front of it, grabbing John's big, firm, hot ass. He squeezes and rubs all over for a moment, before getting two fingers slicked up and trailed down to John's entrance. He slowly enters them both at the same time, too anxious to be inside John. John hisses at being invaded by both, but quickly begins rocking his body back-and-forth, riding Punk's fingers as he stretches him. John moans out at the feeling, and Punk leans down and kisses along John's left cheek as he continues stretching him.
"Come on, Punk!" John whines. "Alright, baby, alright." Punk slowly pulls his fingers out, then spits down in his hand, using it as make-shift lube to lube his cock. Once ready, he grabs John's hip with one hand, and leads his length to John's entrance with the other. He passes the ring of muscles slowly, pushing all the way in to the hilt. John throws his head back and moans.
It feels so good. It always feels so good.
After a quick pause to let John adjust, he pulls out, and to John's surprise, plows back in, slamming into John's spot. John bends down even more and screams into a pillow, not wanting to wake Gage. Punk begins slamming into John over-and-over as John rocks his body and rides Punk. "Fuck, baby! Yes!" John moans out. "You like that, John Boy?" Punk asks. "Yes! Yes, baby, yes!" John cries out. Punk slows down and hits John's spot, then stays there as he leans over and kisses up and down John's back for a moment, getting him to whimper in pleasure and impatience. "Punk, pleaseee!" John begs. Punk laughs, but leans back up and continues plowing into John's willing body.
Punk's gotta say, marriage has been the best thing to happen to he and John. Not only is John a lot more adventurous in bed, he's just all around a lot more…well…in a sense…slutty in bed. It's like this new, sexual being was woken up inside of John when Punk spoke those words 'I do'. Punk loves it. He can't get enough of it.
"Fuck me harder, Punk! Fuck, baby! Right there!" John cries out.
And God, those moans. Those moans. Those screams. Those cries. Those little whimpers of passion and pleasure. Punk records each and every one to memory, each one being even more delicious than the last. Punk has always loved being inside John, loved his sex, but now that they're married, when John suggests sex, Punk just turns into a kid in the candy shop he's so excited.
Little does Punk know, John's just trying to be better than whoever else Punk's sleeping with. Little does Punk know, John's just praying that if he's better in bed, maybe that'll keep Punk here with him and he'll stop sleeping with other people. Little does Punk know, John sometimes lies awake in Punk's arms after sex, as Punk is fast asleep, and just inhales Punk's smell, wondering if that was good enough to keep Punk with him, wondering if anyone is better to Punk.
"John, fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby." Punk announces, and John can feel Punk's strokes becoming more erratic. "M-me too, baby! God, yes!" John gets out between moans. A few stabs to his spot later, and John cums, it getting all over the comforter, but he doesn't care because Punk's made him hit that ultimate euphoric state. Punk gives a few more strokes after that, before those tell-tale groans erupt from Punk's throat, followed by his sweet cum flowing into John's body, making him moan.
The minute Punk pulls from John's body, John turns and gets on his knees at the end of the bed in front of Punk, wrapping his arms around Punk's neck. "That was amazing, baby. As always." Punk chuckles, wrapping his arms around John's body. John's eyes sparkle in happiness, "Good." John says, excited, and Punk leans in and captures John's lips in a kiss. His tongues slips in John's mouth and they both tangle for dominance. They pull away when their lungs begin screaming for air, and Punk leans his forehead against John's, staring in his eyes, a little smile on his face.
"Tell me you love me, Philip." John asks of him. Punk moves his hands from John's waist, to move them up to cup John's face, rubbing his thumbs along John's cheeks, "I love you, John. You know that. I love you so, so much." Punk whispers, and as he speaks, John closes his eyes and just breathes, pretending that behind his closed eyelids that everything is perfect. "I love you too, Punk." John breathes. Punk pecks John's lips, then pulls away from him to go over to grab some shorts out of his dresser.
"Lay down with me, please?" John asks. "Uh...I need to go check on Gage real quick, okay?" Punk instead says. "Will you after?" John asks. Punk looks at John for a moment, then gives a little smile, "Yeah, babe. Gimmie a minute." He says. John smiles wide and nods, climbing off the bed to pull his briefs back on.
Punk leaves the room, and while he's gone, John grabs the comforter and throws it in the dirty hamper, then gets a fresh one in the bed.
Just as the bed's ready, Punk walks back in the room. "He okay?" John asks. "Yeah, he's fine. Sound asleep." Punk answers. "Good." John replies. "Still want me to lay down with you?" Punk asks. "Of course." John smiles.
Punk walks over to John and pulls him into his arms, holding him tightly. John wraps his arms around Punk's neck and looks into his eyes. "Are you okay, John?" Punk asks. "Yes." John answers. "Are you sure?" Punk asks. John looks down for a moment, then back up at Punk, "I'm okay, baby." John gives a little smile. "You know you can talk to me if something's bothering you, John. Okay?" Punk says. "I know," John says, and for a moment, he contemplates just spilling his entire heartache about his concern over Punk, but he doesn't feel it's the right time. Just like any other time isn't the right time. So he just keeps his mouth shut as usual, "Everything's fine, baby." John says. "Alright. I love you, babe." Punk says. "I love you too." John smiles.
"Lay down." Punk says, and John pulls from his arms and climbs in the bed, cuddling under the covers. Punk stares at John's outline for awhile, wondering what could possibly be wrong with him, then heads around the bed to climb in as well. He gets under the covers, even though he's burning up, so he can wrap his arms tightly around John and hopefully comfort him. "Thank you." He hears John's muffled voice. "You're welcome. I love you. Goodnight." Punk replies. "I love you too. Goodnight." John replies, then snuggles closer.
Punk squeezes him a bit as he zones out, hoping John will fall asleep quick so he can go make his call.
A/N: Well it's good they got that whole parenting Gage thing straight, huh? And some sexy sex even came out of that too! Too bad it didn't get John to voice his concerns. Please leave reviews with your thoughts/guesses/etc! Next update will hopefully come Monday after Raw! Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading :)