A/N: Are you ready for some total drama? Be prepared! Hope you enjoy it! Also, I'd like to give a shout out to my cousin who helped me with the plot and layout of this chapter!
Recap:
"Lemme ask you something." Punk says. [...] "What do you think about us going public? Like, to the world?" Punk asks and John's breath hitches. [...] "In an ideal world, we'd have already told and everyone would be happy for us. In reality, I want to, but I don't want the drama that comes along with it, ya know? I don't want to have to change my entire life just because I'm with a guy. I wish it was as easy as telling people, but it's not." John explains and Punk just nods. "How do you feel?" John asks and Punk shrugs a bit, "I don't know. I mean, I know I feel the exact same way…I just wish we could tell people without getting bitched at. How about this? You tell me when you want to tell everyone and we will." Punk states and John nods. [...] "What if I said I want to tell everyone now?" John asks and Punk quickly looks at him, [...], "I don't really know. I guess…I guess we'd be telling people then. I don't know what would happen to us, but we'd be telling." Punk answers and John smiles, "You'd tell everyone today just because I said so?" John asks and Punk nods, "Yes. I'd do a lot for you, Cena. Understand that. So we're telling today?" Punk asks and John shakes his head, "No, Phil, no. I just wanted to see what you'll say." John replies and he can hear Punk exhale in relief.
Thursday Afternoon; Punk's Den:
"Babe?" John hears Punk call out from the bedroom. "In the den!" John calls back and within a few seconds, Punk walks into the den.
"What're you doing, babe?" Punk asks, taking a seat next to John and pulling him into his arms. "Watching a documentary on the history of rap music." John explains, deep into the program. Punk laughs out. "What?" John asks, glancing over at him. "You're a fucking nerd and a wanna-be thug, all wrapped up into one! Who the fuck watches documentaries on rap music? Who even listens to rap music?" Punk lashes out, still laughing, and John rolls his eyes. "I do. It's educational and it has some of my favorite artists on here. And I listen to rap music, along with a lot of other people in the world." John explains and Punk just shrugs and tries to contain his laughter, "Rap is crap. OH! BAM! I'm a rapper!" Punk yells then starts 'raising the roof', causing John to laugh. "You're no where near a rapper. And no one does that dance anymore, put your hands down." John says, pulling Punk's arms down.
"Whatever. So…the girls are gone for the rest of the day." Punk says, wiggling his eyebrows. "Yeah, I noticed. That's why I get to watch my documentary." John replies, knowing exactly where Punk is going, and choosing to go in the complete opposite direction. "So what? Watch it later! Let's get weird." Punk leans against him and John chuckles, "You've been hanging out with Curt a bit too much." John says, referencing Mr. Let's Get Weird Johnny Curtis. "Fine, I'll give you that. Now let's get weird!" Punk says, quickly before pulling John to his lips.
"I want to watch my show!" John pulls away and grabs the remote. "No, you can watch that whenever you want!" Punk snatches the remote, shuts off the TV, and tosses it across the room. "Punk!" John yells out, getting up to get the remote, but Punk pulls him back down. "No, Jonathan!" He pulls John back into the kiss but John pulls away again, this time losing his balance and falling on the floor between the sofa and coffee table. Punk laughs out and throws himself on the floor on top of him.
"This works. I'll fuck you right here on the floor." Punk goes on the attack against John's neck and John moans out. "I want to go to the bed." John says, but Punk shakes his head, "Nope. You struggled and ended up on the floor. Now I want to do it right here on the floor." Punk switches to the other side of his neck and starts making hickeys along it.
"My back hurts!" John yells and Punk chuckles, "That's going to be the least of your worries, baby." Punk whispers in John's ear, then kisses from the ear, down his neck, to his shirt, before proceeding to peel off both their top-half clothing articles. Punk kisses his way down to John's left nipple and takes it in his mouth, causing John to moan out.
Punk's not one to put much effort into four-play before sex. He's usually a right-to-the-point type of guy, so John loves taking advantage of any type of four-play he can get.
Punk bites and nips at the nipple before moving onto the right nipple and doing the same. John moans out, running his fingers through Punk's hair. Punk moves further down John's body, kissing on and around John's chiseled chest till he reaches the line of his shorts.
"Raise up." Punk commands, then pulls off John's shorts, yanking his own off after. Punk climbs back up John's body and runs his cock over John's lips. "Open up, Johnny." Punk says and John opens his mouth to allow Punk to slide his cock in. John quickly runs his tongue around it before taking it as deep as Punk pushes in. Punk leans up some and starts mouth-fucking John, making him gag incessantly. After Punk got his shits and giggles from watching John struggle and gasp for air, he pulls away and kisses John's bruised and abused lips. "You need to work on that." Punk whispers before going back down to John's entrance and sliding in with two fingers. John hisses out in slight pain.
Ever since they started dating, John's learned two things. Punk doesn't like cuddling/four-play/making love, and Punk doesn't like preparation and going soft and slow. Punk is into pain. Not enough pain to classify it as S&M or kinky sex or anything, just enough to satisfy his need to see John squirm beneath him. He isn't into torture and domination like Randy is. Punk just likes seeing John's reactions to his handiwork.
"Fuck!" John yells out as Punk's fingers brush against his bundle of fuck, while stretching him out for a moment. Feeling it be brushed against again, John reaches up at the sofa and grabs at anything and everything. He grabs at the blanket he had wrapped around him earlier, and it falls on them. Punk pulls from John's body and wraps the blanket around them, covering them from the slight nip in the air, before lining up at John's entrance and leaning down close to John's body because of the constraints from being between the couch and table.
"Ready, baby?" He asks and John bites his lip and nods. At that, Punk pushes inside John's tight heat. "Oh, God, Phil, fuck!" John immediately yells out, and Punk grabs John's body and gives forceful blows into him, slamming right into John's fuck bundle from the start. John reaches up and claws at Punk's back with his short, trimmed nails, not doing too much damage to Punk, but enough to make Punk go faster. He leans down and envelopes John's moans into his mouth with a passionate kiss, his tongue lashing out to tangle with John's.
"You still want to go to the room?" Punk asks, stopping his assault momentarily, teasing John. "No! No! Don't stop, please!" John pleads, trying to move his body against Punk's, but Punk locks John's body down against the floor. "What'd you say?" Punk asks, enjoying having John beg him. "Please, Phil, fuck me! Please move! Please, Phil, please!" John pleads, a pained look on his face. Punk was rocking John's world. John wants more of it. He needs more. "Right away, Princess." Punk chuckles and goes back to his damaging John's ass. John doesn't even care that Punk called him 'Princess' again, choosing to ignore it because his begging and pleading had worked and Punk's back to going wild inside John.
30 minutes later and John's screaming out in even more pleasure. Punk is giving him everything he never thought he'd ever want and everything he truly needs. Every dirty thing is spilling off John's lips and Punk is just eating them up, letting them fuel him to fuck John harder.
"God, yes, Phil! Make me fucking cum, Phil! Fuck!" John begs and Punk smiles wide, "I will, baby." He replies, then leans down and kisses John, slowing his rate just a bit. Their tongues collide again for the however-many'th time, as John's hands trail Punk's arms and back.
As they kiss, the front door opens and they hear voices. "OMG!" Two female voices scream out and they pull away from each other to see Shaleigh and Selene standing just inside the front door with such horrified looks on their faces. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Punk asks, pulling the blanket tighter around he and John. "We ran out of money at the mall and Kristen canceled our plans for later! What are you two doing?" Shaleigh asks, but Punk ignores her question, "Go to your rooms! Now!" Punk demands, and the girls quickly run off down the back hall to their bedrooms.
"Omg, I can't believe that just happened!" John yells out, his face as red as a tomato. Punk quickly stands and drops the blanket on John, grabbing another blanket off the couch to wrap around himself. John stands, wraps his blanket around his body, grabs his clothes, and follows Punk to their bedroom.
"They were not supposed to be back till late tonight!" Punk yells, frustrated, after shutting the bedroom door. "I can't even imagine what they're thinking right now." John sighs, sitting on the bed and attempting to pull his shorts on.
"Woah, woah, woah!" Punk yells, snatching John's shorts from him, "What do you think you're doing?" He asks. "I'm putting my clothes on!" John yells. "No! No! We were doing something! I'm not done with your ass, John! Girls or not, you're going to get me off!" Punk explains and John's jaw drops, "Your Sisters just walked in on us having sex, Philip! They're in their rooms right now!" John tries to work his way out of it, but Punk isn't going for his excuses, "I don't care! They weren't supposed to be here, and we've had sex while they've been home plenty of times before! I'm not done with you! Lay down!" Punk says then goes over to the stereo and turns it on, and You Want It You Got It by Rancid plays out.
Punk goes over and grabs John and pushes him onto the bed, on his hands and knees. He climbs behind John and bends him over further, shoving his face into the pillow, before quickly grabbing onto John's hips and sliding back inside him. John throws his head back and screams out, pushing his body back to meet Punk's vicious thrusts. "You gonna cum for me, John?" Punk asks over the blaring music and John nods quickly, not being able to verbally answer for all the groans he's making. John leans on his right hand and reaches back with his left to jack himself off, wanting nothing more than to do as Punk is asking. Punk slams into John's spot a few more times and John spills all over his hand and the bedspread. The tightening of John's muscles send Punk's head swimming and he explodes inside John, leaning down and biting at John's shoulder as he does.
"God, that was so good." Punk smiles to himself after pulling out of John and collapsing on the far edge of the bed. "Yeah, it was!" John replies, completely satisfied.
"Oh, bitch, no! Fuck that! Pull these fucking sheets off my bed and change 'em!" Punk yells, rolling off onto the floor after seeing John's essence all over the bed. "Sorry." John says, chuckling as he strips the bed. "Yeah, keep laughing, bitch, and I'm gonna shove your face against the sheets and make you lick that shit up!" Punk hisses and John laughs to himself, noting the extreme difference between 'horny Punk' and 'normal Punk'.
John walks into the bathroom and shoves the bedspread into the dirty hamper, then grabs a new one out of the closet and brings it back to the room and begins putting it on. "Good boy." Punk smiles and John shakes his head and falls onto the bed after fixing it up.
"You're going to sleep?" Punk asks. "Yes. I'm tired, thanks to you. Besides, I won't ever be leaving this room ever again because your Sisters are out there! Again…thanks to you." John says, rolling over to face away from Punk. "You liked it, so being tired is worth it. You're welcome! And second of all, how is us getting caught 'thanks to me'?" Punk asks as he pulls his shorts on as well. "I wanted to go in the room. You wanted to fuck in the den. That makes it your fault. I'd rather they had simply heard us than saw us!" John groans, not even bothering to turn to Punk. "No, this is not my fault! If you would have just got your ass up when I told you to, we wouldn't have ended up on the floor!" Punk argues. "Well dammit, Punk, sorry I wanted to watch my freaking show!" John yells, turning over to face him.
"Fuck your stupid ass show!" Punk throws his arms out in anger. "How about fuck your stupid ass comics!" John retorts, deciding to hit something close to home. "Comic books are nothing like crap ass rap music, John!" Punk doesn't like being criticized for reading comic books. "Well rap music is better than that blaring rock shit you listen to!" John shoots back. "Yeah, because rock music sends a way worse off message than rap. Because ya know, all rock music talks about is gettin' money and fuckin' bitches!" Punk throws up a fake gang sign and John sighs in aggravation. This argument has gotten waaay off topic.
"That's not the fucking point, Phil! I'm never leaving this room again! Just think of what's going through their minds right now! They walked in on their brother!...Having sex!...With another man! I can only imagine how scarring that is!" John yells as Punk goes over to the iPod tower to shut off his music.
That, however, didn't tone down the screaming match.
"It's not like they didn't know we were already together! I'm sure that would have been worse! Besides, I've walked in on my Sister before! Favor returned! Shit! Get the fuck over it! I mean, they have to! So why don't you? God, stop being such a whiny bitch about everything!" Punk snaps and the last sentence punches John straight in the heart. It sounds like something that would have come straight out of Shaleigh's mouth. "I'm not being a whiny bitch, Philip, I'm being respectful! I'm trying to think about how they feel! I'm trying not to be a heartless douchebag like you!" John yells, knowing his insults aren't really doing anything.
Ever since John's stopped being the Dr. of Thuganomics, he's become softer and softer and he's become weaker and weaker in arguments. Most arguments being with Randy, who actually is no where near as mean as Punk when it comes to insults. Randy can make anything he says sting with venom. Punk, however, actually takes the time to choose words that burn you.
"Well maybe you should stop fucking caring about everyone else! Maybe you should care about yourself! I'm a heartless douchebag, John? Really? I'm a lot more happier in life than you are! You sit up everyday battling internally with yourself on how to put a smile on every fucking face you see, and how to make sure every person is happy with you and worships the fucking ground you step on! I couldn't give a mightier fuck less about the people! If you just be yourself, the people will be perfectly fucking fine with that! That's what I do! God, John, do you know how fucking annoying you are with that shit! Do you know how fucking sick and tired I get of listening to you bitch and moan about every-fucking-body else that's not you and I! I mean, yes, I care about my Sisters and family, but only to a certain fucking extent. I can't make everyone happy, okay? Just like you can't! So get the fuck over yourself, DAMN!"
John has to wait till Punk stops to take a breath before he can even get a word in. Punk just had all of everything spilling from his mouth in no particular order, he was so angry, and Punk wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.
"I'm just that bad, huh?" – "Yes!" – "I'm just that annoying huh?" – "YES!" – "Get it all out, Punk! Tell me all about how much I annoy you to no end! Tell me about how much I piss you off!" John yells, wanting to hear everything Punk has to offer.
"You annoy me more than anything else in this fucking world, John! You just piss me off to the point where I want to strangle you till you stop breathing! Just shut the fuck up and get the fuck over every fucking thing you stand for and believe in! Goddamn, you're so fucking goddamned annoying! Ugh!—" Punk is going at it till John jumps off the bed and hops in Punk's face, "THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WITH ME?" John screams his question, truly wondering it, but more letting the anger take over. "I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!" Punk screams back and John's eyes water, but he keeps his hard face.
"Fine," John's voice is back to a normal tone, in fact even softer, with a serious note to it, "Fine, Punk. Just end it. End us. Do it, Phil, do it. End us so I won't be in your face anymore annoying you everyday. Do it! End us! DO IT!" The anger within John slowly builds up again till he's exploding in Punk's face, making Punk explode back, "FINE! WE'RE OVER!" Punk screams. "Fine." John says, in an even softer voice than before.
His heart's broken at the fact that Punk really ended them, and even move broken at the fact that he pushed Punk to do it. "UGH!" Punk yells out in frustration as he pulls on his clothes. "I'm going to Colton's!" Punk yells as he walks through his bedroom door, "Get the fuck out of my house!" Punk further yells, walking down the hallway to the front door.
John mechanically pulls some clothes on and grabs his wallet, not even bothering to pack up his things. So much for moving in together. John walks out to the hallway with tears spilling down his face, though he doesn't feel anything inside. He thinks he should feel damaged, sadness, and pain. Instead, he feels nothing. He's completely empty. Maybe he's numb or…maybe he's really just…empty.
"John?" Selene calls out from where the girls had gathered at the corner of the hallway, listening into the fight. John simply ignores her and keeps walking towards the front door. "John!" Selene yells, catching up to him and grabbing his arm. He gently yanks away and reaches the door, opening it with ease because Punk didn't even bother locking it after his storm out. "John, where are you going to go?" She asks.
John stands there in thought for a moment. Where is he going to go? He's moved in with Punk and now he's being kicked out, just as fast as it all happened. Flashbacks of every memory the couple has ever had flash through John's brain till he gets to a specific one that makes all the pain he thinks that he should be feeling, go rushing through his body.
"I'm going to a bar. I don't want to feel anything anymore." John replies, softly and mechanically. He wants this pain flushed from his body. No matter how bad the feeling of being empty scared him, he can't take all this pain coursing through his body. He just wants to feel numb again. John leaves the house, not even able to hear Selene's pleas anymore.
Innertown Pub; Chicago:
23 shots of whiskey later and John's thoughts are swimming, replacing all the feelings that the alcohol is masking. What did Punk mean when he announced he's going to Scott's? Does he want John to chase after him? No, Punk would never want that. Besides, if he did, Punk's too blunt to try to mask his true intentions and desires. Did he announce his whereabouts so that his Sisters knew where he's going? No, he doesn't care about his Sisters, remember? John mumbles incoherently to himself as he makes a mocking facial expression. Punk wouldn't care if his Sister's woke up the next morning and didn't know where he was and if he was ever coming back. Why would he care? That's their problem right? Because Punk has no issues. He's too fucking perfect, where as John's too fucking annoying.
Fuck Philip Brooks.
On the 25th shot, a hand touches John's back, making him jump. "You okay?" He turns to see Shaleigh standing next to him. "W-W-What…are you…d-doing…here?" He asks in a slow voice, barely being able to form a sentence. "I'm here to check on you, baby." She smiles and caresses her hand down his cheek. "But…w-why…you…Punk left…I need…I—" He tries to convey what he's thinking but to no avail. "Shh, baby, it's okay." Baby? Why is she calling him baby? John can't understand what's going on. "P-P-Punk l-left me." John finally admits out-loud, and not even the alcohol can numb the pain of his heart breaking at the words he just admitted.
John picks up his next shot and downs it. It might not numb the feeling of his heart breaking, but he damn sure can try and make it.
"Shh, stop, baby. Stop talking about, Phil." She whispers. "But—" He tries to cut in but she doesn't let him. "John, don't think."
And just like that, it's like his brain shut off. It's like all he is now is a video camera, seeing what's going on, but nothing processing and no one there to actually make light of what he's seeing.
"Yes, ma'am." He mumbles, reaching for another shot that's not there. The minute Shaleigh approached John, the bartender ran to the other end of the bar as fast as he could, sick of attending to John every two seconds. "Come on, baby, I'm gonna take you home, okay?" She says and John nods, his eyes becoming more and more heavy now that he's not busy with the alcohol. "Where are your keys?" She asks and John lazily points towards the bartender, "He took'em!" John yells, resembling a child.
"Excuse me, sir!" Shaleigh calls out to the bartender, who quickly heads over. "Can I help you?" He asks. "Can I get this man's keys? I'm here to take him home." She explains and the bartender pulls the keys out, but doesn't hand them over, "And you are?" He asks. "His girlfriend." She replies and John's eyes go wide in confusion. Girlfriend? "Is this your girlfriend, sir?" He asks and John just stares at the man in confusion. "Sir, is this your girlfriend? Do you know this woman?" He asks John again, but there's still no response, only a glassy-eyed, confused stare.
"John! Answer him. What's my name?" She asks after handing the bartender her I.D. and John turns towards her, "Shaleigh...Sha Brooks." He answers and she smiles. "Good boy. And what street is the apartment that you and I live in together on?" She asks and John thinks for a moment before answering, his mind still foggy from the alcohol, "Ohio St?" He answers, not sure if he's right, and the bartender checks her I.D. for the information, then hands her the I.D. along with the keys. "Enjoy your night, kids." He says and walks off. "Come on, John, let's go." She says and he stands up to leave, but his knees barely hold him up.
John wishes desperately that he didn't drink all those shots in such a short amount of time.
Shaleigh's Bedroom:
The drive home was quick and Shaleigh getting John to her room was even quicker.
"Lay down, Johnny." She says and he plops down on the bed. "Yes, ma'am." He mumbles and she quickly walks over and climbs on top of him.
"God, John, you smell like straight up alcohol." She purrs as she nuzzles her head against the side of his neck, inhaling his aroma. "I'm sorry." He mumbles.
He's used to apologizing to Punk anytime he smells or tastes like the slightest bit of alcohol. Right now, however, he's dealing with an entire different Brooks' child all together. He's dealing with the complete opposite of Punk when it comes to things like this.
"Don't apologize, baby. I like it." She kisses and licks up and down his neck and John groans out. "Do you like that?" She asks and John nods. "You want more?" She asks but John doesn't reply.
No words, no movement. He knows he's supposed to say no, but something won't let him.
"Say yes." Damn him being so obedient when he's drunk. "Yes, ma'am." He replies and she smiles wide and goes back to devouring his neck. His hands go to her waist and she smiles. Her lips trail from his neck up to his lips and she kisses him.
He doesn't get into it, he can't. He just lays there.
"Kiss me back, baby." She says, realizing the fact that he'll do whatever she says. He nods and she lays her lips back on his, smiling some when his lips begin kneading against hers. Her tongue slides across his lips and he opens to lash his tongue out at hers. They tangle together as his hands roam her body while her body grinds against his.
She pulls from him after being thoroughly satisfied and pulls off her top. "Take off your shirt, baby." She commands and he quickly strips his top half down to nudity, tossing his clothes on the floor next to her bed. She pulls off her bra and his eyes go wide at her chest and he reaches up to cup them.
It's all becoming too real for John and everything starts to go fuzzy. His brain isn't processing everything right and his vision is getting more and more blurry. She keeps talking and John's almost sure he's replying, but he's not really sure what all is said. Her hands are moving but he's not sure where. Is his hands moving like hers? What is her mouth doing? And where is that feeling coming from? John feels skin sliding against skin and the feeling of wetness...somewhere. She's talking again, or maybe she's moaning. Maybe that's him moaning. Is he talking? More skin slides against skin, and his brain is frying, trying to process at least some small bit of information of what's going on. His eyes are like a video camera again, not processing anything, and this time, it's probably not even recording. He's falling deeper and deeper into a blackout and the last thing he truly remembers is a sliver of their conversation.
"Mmm, oh God, Johnny?" She calls out. "Yes, ma'am?" He replies. "We're going to have so much fun tonight, okay?" She smirks and he gives his best drunken smile, "Yes, ma'am."
A/N: Whaaaaaaaaaaaa? Crazy. Leave reviews! Can't wait to hear all your reacts to each part of this chapter!