"I'm just travelling with him because he wants to hang out." Jon told his team mates. "He hasn't spoken or seen me properly since I was in FCW. He wants to chill, you know?"
The soon-to-be United States Champion pulled his already packed case out of the trunk. Colby and Joe always travelled with Jon, so it was beyond them as to why he had suddenly decided to take the next leg of the tour on Punk's tour bus. It's wasn't even as if they were close friends.
"You sure? I mean... if you're getting sick of travelling with us you can say so, we wont be offended." Joe laughed to himself as he walked to the drivers side of the car, he slipped the key into the door and unlocked it, wanting to get on the road so that they could as least grab a few hours sleep once they arrived at the next state.
"It's not that..." Jon searched his brain for an answer that wouldn't seem too suspicious, Phil had already broken one of his self set rules by letting Jon be so open about who he would be travelling with. However, he knew Jon was terrified of anyone finding out about their secret affair, so he wouldn't slip up if he was questioned or interrogated.
"I mean, it does get kind of cramped, four guys in one car and everything." Jon laughed awkwardly, it was clearly faked and he hoped that Colby didn't notice. "He has two beds on that huge tour bus of his, I mean when the offers there... you guys would do the same." Jon lied. He didn't enjoying lying to his team mates, but somehow it seemed preferable to telling them that not only was he sleeping with a man, but that was also the only reason they were being made Champions.
"Alright, we'll see you in Texas." Colby smiled, giving Jon the all clear. Once they had said their temporary goodbyes, Jon made his way across the lot to Phil's bus, where his lover was waiting. Phil gave him a questioning look, before glancing back over at the black Land Rover that was just pulling out of it's parking space.
"It's fine." Jon smiled. "They didn't suspect anything. They think we're just hanging out."
"Good. Get on the bus." Phil ordered with a slap to Jon's ass. Jon tried his best to hide the fact that that small action had both made him blush and also aroused him. He knew he was going to be in for a good time over the next few hours. Perhaps he needed to me sensitive more often, if he was going to be getting this treatment from Phil when he acted out.
"How much did this thing cost?" Jon asked as he scanned the beautifully furbished inside of Phil's tour bus. It was kept incredibly clean and hardly looked lived in. Phil dismissed the question with a simple 'more than enough'.
Once Jon had settled himself comfortably on the plush cream couch, he closed his eyes and tried to relax. His day had been long and hectic, running only on a measly few hours of sleep. Somehow, through everything that had happened with Phil thus far, the past month had passed extremely quickly. In just under two weeks, Jon would be holding his hand high above his head, grasping the beautifully polished and gold plated United States Championship in Missouri. Everything had happened so fast. From that first encounter back in Chicago to this moment in Oklahoma, the weeks had been a blur.
"I'm going to be United States Champion in like... 12 days. That is insane." Jon sighed and smiled to himself. Despite the fact that he had gained this Championship off the back of someone else, he was still proud of himself. Looking back, he realised he'd come so far in the past few years.
"It feels strange right? Like... kind of unreal." Phil agreed. He remembered getting his first major league title, the same emotions and reactions ran through his body so he could easily relate. Although he had brought Jon on his bus for one thing, and he didn't want to spend the whole night talking about their work.
"Come on." Phil grinned, grabbing Jon's hand and pulling him up to his feet. Jon felt his heart beat slightly faster as he was guided to the back of the tour bus, into a separate room at the back. The room was somewhat spacious. It had harshly tinted windows, however the blinds had been pulled down part way. The king size bed was covered in black soft silk sheets, which no doubt would be a mess by the time they had finished.
Phil promptly pushed Jon onto the bed, straddling his hips and wasting no time at all. The sexual tension that had been building up all night had finally begun to take it's toll, and Phil just couldn't wait any longer. He needed his release. He needed Jon at that very moment and he knew nothing was going to stop him from getting what he wanted.
Phil pressed his lips to Jon's. His familiar sweet taste intoxicating Phil's taste buds as he forced entry. Jon happily complied, his already hardening dick pressing against the fabric of his jeans, begging for some sort of attention. He instinctively wrapped his arms around the lower back of the WWE Champion. His fingertips digging in slightly, pulling Phil closer as they embraced.
Phil felt his control over the situation slowly slipping away. He had to remain in charge, Jon was his after all. Phil thought of himself as the number one priority when it came to sex between them. As long as he got what he wanted, nothing else mattered.
Phil pushed Jon back onto the bed, breaking their immediate contact. Jon eyed Phil's body, taking everything in about the man who owned him. In the heat of the moment, being a slut for that man didn't seem like such a bad idea. Jon could wrap his head around it, perhaps. He was slowly beginning to accept that he was Phil's property. Although, he knew all of his usual doubt would come screaming back as soon as he was left alone.
All he knew, that was in this moment, he wanted to submit to Phil. He wanted Phil to need and desire him. He was always desperate for that form of attention, and as long as he got it, he could easily put a blinder on the shit storm of emotions that surrounded it.
Phil continued to control the moment, removing his own shirt and slapping Jon's hand away when he tried to help.
"You don't touch me unless I say you can." Phil would say with a devious smile. His beautifully tattooed body looked so appealing to Jon, and it was a great difficulty for him to refrain from touching and doing everything his body naturally wanted to do. Instead he did as he was told. Using only his eyes to explore Phil's body. He sat up straight, never breaking eye contact with his secret lover. Removing the clothes that covered the top half of his body, scattering them on the floor without caring about the mess.
Phil let a small laugh escape his lips. He had plans for the next time he and Jon had sex, he just never anticipated that time coming so quickly. However, now they were in this situation, Phil saw no problem with brining his plans forward.
"Take your clothes off, and lay down for me." Phil whispering into Jon's ear, leaving a peck on his cheek as he pulled himself off of Jon's lap. Jon watched as Phil left the room, heading back into the main area of the tour bus. He did as was instructed, and quickly removed the rest of his clothes. Jon decided that for good measure, he would keep his briefs on. He laid back on the bed and felt the soft silk covers beneath his fingertips, anticipation overriding every feeling in his body.
As the moments ticked past, Jon felt the bus jolt as the engine started. They finally pulled out of the arena, making their way to the next state and show. Phil returned seconds later, looking rather excited about the time ahead. Jon had to admit to himself, this was a lot more fun than trying to sleep in a car full of other men.
"I told you to take your clothes off." Phil said with a smirk. "Why didn't you? Are you trying to make me punish you for not obeying me?"
Jon felt his dick twitch at the thought of dirty talk. This was the first time he'd really been involved in anything kinky. Girls in the past had tried and failed, it just wasn't a turn on for Jon. This time was different though, Phil had a presence that excited Jon in more ways than one. He wanted Phil to punish him. Actually, He craved it.
"You're really fucking bad, you know that? You're meant to do as I say." Phil sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing Jon's wrist with a small amount of force. He clicked the handcuffs in place, one on Jon's wrist and the other on the metal frame of the bed. Jon looked down at the cuffs, realising he was now Phil's captive. He turned him on so much more.
"Don't even think about struggling, because I wont unlock them." Phil smiled. He crawled onto the bed, back on top of Jon, forcefully gaining a kiss from his captive. He ground his hips into the bed, resulting in a needy moan from Jon as their dicks rubbed together.
"Look at you" Phil laughed, pulling away and examining Jon's waiting body "You're really enjoying this aren't you? You're such a fucking slut Jon."
Jon did nothing to protest. Instead he laid there, allowing Phil to control him and take him in any way he pleased. Even if he did struggle, he couldn't go anywhere. The handcuffs were tightly locked around his left wrist, almost painfully. When Jon felt Phil's hands exploring his stomach, making their way down, he closed his eyes and enjoyed what was to come. The cool air sending a shiver through his body as Phil finally removed his briefs, giving Jon some sense of relief.
A small whimpering moan came from Jon's lips as Phil wrapped his fingers around his length. Stroking is slowly and teasingly, making no effort to really please Jon, only excite him and ready him.
It didn't take long until Phil's own dick was throbbing and desperate for attention, he refused to wait any longer. He bit his bottom lip, finally releasing Jon's dick from his grasp and pulling back. He removed the rest of his clothes and positioned himself on top of Jon, readying his dick to enter that blissfully tight hole that Phil craved so much.
Jon had half expected his second time to be pain free, but he was wrong. As soon as Phil pushed into his clenched passage, using his own pre-cum as lube, he felt a jolt of pain. This time however, it was mixed with blissful pleasure, and Jon was at a cross roads. Phil gave Jon no time to adjust, and began thrusting at a slow pace, soon enough the painful sensation and pleasure had blended, and Jon was having a tough time differentiating between the two.
Phil lifted Jon's leg over his shoulder, leaning down to make sure he got as deep as possible. Deep moans filled the room as Phil pushed deeper, hitting that bundle of nerves that sent Jon absolutely crazy. He really could get used to this. Whenever Jon was with Phil, he completely forgot about everything else going on around him. It felt as if he and Phil were the only two people in the world. He loved those intimate moments together.
"Fuck, Jon. You're so fucking tight." Phil panted, speaking in-between breaths. He kept his gaze down, watching as he violated Jon, and made him his own yet again. "You're a whore for my dick aren't you?" Phil asked, moving his gaze up and locking eyes with his captive. Jon's lips were slightly parted, he couldn't bring himself to speak so he nodded, deep groans still leaving his body as Phil began to pound him, hitting his sweet spot repeatedly.
"Answer me." Phil demanded, quite simply.
Jon could hardly bring himself to speak. The overwhelming pleasure of Phil thrusting into him like there was no tomorrow, was proving far too distracting. He dug his fingertips into the soft silk sheets, feeling his dick throb and his balls already tightening, he was going to come completely undone soon.
"You're so fucking big." Jon finally admitted, the words tumbling out of his mouth followed by a serious of harsh curse words, aimed at no one in particular. Jon's hand ventured down and he began to stroke himself, keeping up with the pace that Phil had set. It was slightly uncomfortable for him, seeing as the hand he would usually use was restrained. It still felt good non-the-less. Phil took this as an indication to carry on, so he moved his body slightly, forcing himself as deep as he could, leaning down and gaining a few desperate kisses from Jon.
They continued on like this for minutes, getting lost within the atmosphere they had set, both men filling the room with beautiful sounds. Soon, Jon arched his back, feeling his orgasm taking over his entire body. As he climaxed, he held Phil's name on his tongue, loud enough so that even the driver could hear. Phil laughed to himself and told Jon to quieten down, his rare 'soft' side showing as he kissed Jon, cumming not long after. His moans muffled by their lips pressed together. Phil pulled away, panting heavily, still riding out his orgasm.
"You're amazing, you know that?" Jon smiled. He lifted himself slightly and kissed Phil again, Phil replied by biting Jon's bottom lip playfully and pulling away. He looked deep into the eyes of the man he had just made love to and felt something deep. He was unsure of what that feeling was, or why it had suddenly appeared. He wasn't sure if he even liked it or not so he tried to block it out, just as he did with everything else he'd ever felt. There was no room for emotion when you had such a relationship with someone.
Phil allowed his exhausted body to fall onto the bed beside Jon. He gave himself a few moments to recover before finally lifting himself up. He pulled his briefs back over his now flaccid length and then retrieved the key for the handcuffs. He unlocked Jon. The soon-to-be United States Champion took his hand back willingly. There was a sore red mark left around his wrist from where the metal had dug in slightly. Phil checked his phone, they still had a good four hours of travel time left.
"You wanna get some sleep?" Phil asked, picking up Jon's briefs and handing them to him along with a hand towel to clean himself up. Jon did the usual routine and pulled his briefs back on, giving Phil a subtle nod in answer to his question.
"Do you want me to sleep on the couch?"
"Um... no, you can sleep here." Phil forced a smile. He knew what was happening, and he hated it. There was something between himself and Jon, and that was something he had not planned on. Despite not wanting this relationship between them to develop, he didn't want Jon to leave. He wanted Jon to stay with him. Despite his best judgement, he allowed Jon to stay, that was perhaps his first mistake.
It didn't take them long to settle into bed together. Awkward at first, but eventually they both drifted off to sleep with a reasonable distance between them. Jon was exhausted, and he appreciated having a soft bed to sleep on as opposed to a car seat.
Hours later, Jon woke from the sound of the engine stopping. It was early morning, and the sun was just peeking through the blinds, highlighting both of their bodies beautifully. It was then that Jon realised he and Phil were wrapped up within each others embrace. He had both arms wrapped around Phil's body, and the WWE Champion had his face burred in Jon's chest. Jon smiled to himself and rubbed Phil's back gently, leaving a delicate kiss on his forehead. He used his arm to reach for the phone that was on Phil's side dresser. He unlocked it, reading the time as 5:35am. Phil had one missed call from a girl called Amy. Jon naturally thought nothing of it, and returned the phone to the dresser. He closed his eyes and settled back down, not wanting to wake Phil yet, only wanting to enjoy this moment together for a while longer.
A/N: As requested, I have included some light bondage in this chapter. If you'd like to see anything included, feel free to PM or leave a review!
Music Notes: Chocolate – The 1975