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Chapter 14
Punk was thinking the absolute worse, but promised John that he would never doubt his love for him. But he immediately started to. Is he leaving me? Did Randy convince him to take him back? Did he sleep with Randy? Did Randy hurt him? What happened?
Punk was freaking out, feeling as if this is going to be the last conversation they have as a couple. And he so desperately does not want that to happen.
John let out a sigh and then looked Punk in the eyes, figuring out how to say it. "When I got there, Randy, um..."
Punk grabbed John. "Did he hurt you? I will fucking kill him!" Punk started screaming and John was trying to calm him down.
"No, he didn't hurt me. I kind of hurt him." John smiled at the thought of what he did.
Punk calmed down and sat back. "You did? Wait, why would that make me doubt your love for me?" Punk was relishing the thought of John hurting Randy.
"Because I'm not finished."
"Oh, sorry. Carry on." Punk motioned for John to continue and he let out another sigh.
"Well.. when I got into his room, Randy and Cody, were...um doing it." John looked up to see Punk's reaction.
"He was fucking Cody right in front of you?" Punk's look turned to pure disgust.
"Not really. Cody was sucking him." John again looked to see his reaction.
"Wait? You are worried I would doubt my love for you. Did you join in?" Punk yelled the last part, his voice filled with hurt, confusion, and anger.
"No! NO! I swear I didn't Punk. But then again, you could probably consider it that." When John said that, Punk stood off the bed and walked over to the wall and punched it.
"Punk? Calm down please." John pleaded.
"No. I will not fucking calm down. You willingly joined Randy and Cody in their sexual activities." Punk spat the last word.
"No. That's the thing. I didn't willingly join them. They kind of...forced me." John whispered that last part, ashamed that he was able to be forced in the first place. With how strong John is, he feels as if he should have been able to get out of it, but John was no match for Randy and Cody together.
"What? What did you say?" Punk ran back to John. He sat on the bed and grabbed his face, not believing his ears.
Two tears started falling from John's eyes and he looked pleadingly at Punk. "Randy held my down while Cody sucked me off. And then Randy tried getting me to suck his, but I bit his dick."
"You bit his dick?" Punk started laughing. But John was in no kind of mood.
"Why are you laughing? You are supposed to be mad at me." John was still letting the tears flow out.
"Oh. Don't worry, I am furious. But not at you. At Randy. Why would I be mad at you when you didn't do it willingly?" Punk grabbed John's face again and placed light little kisses all over his face. He even kissed the tears off of John's face, before kissing his lips.
"So your not mad at me?"
"Not at all." Punk kissed him again and then pulled away, with curiosity in his eyes. "Out of curiosity, was Cody any good?" Punk was smiling, knowing how John was going to react.
"What!? Punk. I didn't want it." John almost looked annoyed.
Punk laughed again. "I know you didn't want it, but that doesn't mean it didn't feel good."
John blushed. "Alright, if you must know. It felt absolutely amazing. Let's just say his mouth is like magic."
"Really? Maybe I should go take a visit up there and who knows, maybe I will get lucky." Punk teased, and John's face turned red.
"No! I promise I will get better if that's what you want." John attacked Punk in a hug, pleading with him.
"John. I'm only kidding. You are just fine and I wouldn't want it from anyone other than you anyways." Punk tightened his hug on John and kissed his head.
"I'm glad you feel that way. I feel the same way." John also tightened his hug on Punk.
"That makes me happier than you would ever know." Punk pulled him and John all the way down so that they were laying on the bed.
"Punk? I have a question. I am really surprised that you are not up there beating Randy right now." John didn't want to remind Punk but John was just to curious not to ask.
"Oh, don't worry. I already plan on it. Just not now. Right now I just want to hold you." Punk's eyes were closed and he was holding John as tight as he can without smothering him.
"Can you please not fight him. You can yell and scream at him. But no fist to fist please." John didn't want his life to get any crazier and he knew that is what would happen if Punk started a fight with Randy.
"John! He practically tried raping you. What am I supposed to do?"
"Nothing. Just love me and let me deal with it." John was smiling up at Punk, because he knew Punk would never do that.
"How about this? I promise I will try not to start anything with him. Happy?" John just smiled and nodded against Punk's chest.
"Good. Now enough of this. I'm hungry, let's go eat." Punk stood up, letting go of John in the process.
"I thought you said you just wanted to hold me." John was smiling, but also getting up.
"I will hold you after I get food in my stomach." Punk grabbed John's hand and walked to the door.
Hours later, John and Punk were sitting in the living room in their hotel room. They were playing cards and talking. They were playing 21 and they already changed into a t-shirt and sweats after they took a shower together.
"Hey, I have an idea." John said after he just won again.
"What is that?" Punk couldn't wait to see what John has come up with.
"Let's play strip poker?" John had an irresistible glint in his eyes and Punk just couldn't refuse.
"Alright. I take it you just want to see me naked." Punk winked at John and he blushed.
"You know I do, you sexy stud." Punk leaned back on his hands and watched as John dealt the cards.
John won again and Punk went to take his shirt off. "Wait. Let me." John crawled over by him and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. When it was off, there was nothing but love and lust in their eyes. But John backed away and dealt the next hand.
After winning again, John took off Punk's sweats and noticed that he was going commando. "Hey, now what happens if you lose again?"
"If I lose again I will strip you naked and we will make love." Punk kissed John and he again blushed.
"I've got a better idea. Let's just make love now." As he was saying it, John was removing his own clothes. He grabbed Punk's hand and lead him to the bedroom. They fell on the bed on top of each other, grabbing everywhere they could and kissing each other passionately. Punk flipped John onto his back and crawled down the bed. He started at John's toes and planted tiny little kisses on every single inch of skin on his body. Once when he made it back up to his face, he repeated the process and went back down until he reached John's dick. He licked the slit and John threw his head back. He took the entire thing in his mouth and then held for a second. He then took it all the way out of his mouth, only to quickly engulf the entire thing again. He repeated this process until John was a writhing mess under him. John couldn't take anymore teasing and grabbed Punk's hair and forced him all the way down.
When Punk took a break to catch air, John grabbed his arms and pulled him up a little. He grabbed his legs and flipped him around so that his face was at his cock, while Punk's face was still in front of John's cock. John grabbed Punk's dick and swallowed it immediately. Punk threw his head back in pleasure and moaned out. He grabbed a hold of John's cock and stroked it while he was busy moaning out John's name. He looked down at John and noticed that John looked like a sex god. He was taking the whole thing like a champ. He was swirling his tongue around the head of his dick and put some extra saliva into it for added pleasure. This was the best blow job Punk has ever gotten. He decided it was time to return the favor and took John back into his mouth. John moaned while Punk's cock was still in his mouth.
After a couple minutes of 69'ing, Punk pulled out of John's mouth and took John's cock out of his own mouth. He got on his knees and pulled John up so that he was on his knees as well. Punk slapped John's ass which resulted in a moan. He pulled open his cheeks and licked his hole. John threw his head back and reached around him to grab a handful of Punk's hair. He forced him to stay right there, rimming him. Punk had a little technique going, as he swirled his tongue around his hole and then shoved his tongue inside. John was absolutely loving it.
"Fuck me, Punk", Punk got ready, positioning himself at John's entrance. He slammed all the way inside and John screamed out in painful pleasure. When he finally adjusted to Punk's size, he was rolling his hips and pushing back on his cock. Punk grabbed John's hair and pulled it back, forcing him to arch his back even more, which allowed Punk to get in even deeper.
"Fuck yeah, John. You feel so good!" Punk stopped moving and John placed his head on the mattress and started rolling his hips again around Punk's cock. Punk looked down, biting his lip, at the incredibly hot scene in front of him.
"Yeah. Roll those hips baby." John continued until Punk needed more. Punk started moving again, only this time faster. He was pounding John into the mattress. He was holding John's head down against the bed and was resting his chest against his back as he was pounding him.
"Fuck, Phil. Pound me!" John was moaning so loud and Punk tried going even harder and was hitting John's spot in no time. John was seeing stars. There was no way anything could feel this good, but here John was, experiencing the best feeling he has ever felt.
Punk continued hammering John and without warning, John came all over the bed. When his muscles clenched all around his cock, Punk came inside him screaming his name over and over again.
Punk fell on the bed and John collapsed onto the bed as well. He pulled the blanket that had his come off the bed and couldn't move. When Punk saw his face, he started laughing. "Enjoy it, did you?" Punk asked rolling over to throw his arm over John and pull him close.
John smiled and nodded. "More than you will ever know."
Monday Night Raw:
It wasn't difficult for John and Punk to convince Vince to share a dressing room, considering they are the top talent at the moment. They got ready for the show and spent the rest of the time waiting with each other. They were holding each other, awaiting their own separate cues for their match to begin.
When John was out during his match, Punk was anxiously watching it on the television in the dressing room. He was so concerned that the love of his life would get hurt and he couldn't do anything about it.
Punk's eyes were drawn away from the television when he heard a phone ringing. He walked over to the table where the phone was lying and picked it up. It was John's phone and it was a random number. Punk decided to answer it. He answered the call and placed the phone to his ear.
After a very short conversation with the person on the other end of the line, Punk hung up the phone and tears were flowing out of his eyes.
John walked back into the room and saw Punk crying with his eyes opened wide. "What's wrong, baby?" John walked over to Punk and grabbed his hand.
"Your phone rang." Phil looked back down at the phone in confusion, still trying to piece together the pieces of information he was just given.
"And?" John was trying to snap him out of it.
Punk looked up at John with tears still flowing out of his eyes. "It was Elizabeth."
"My ex-wife?"
"Yeah." Punk backed away from John.
"What did she want?" John tried moving closer to Punk but he backed away again. There was something wrong with him, but John had no idea what it was.
"She said that there is something wrong with your..." Punk didn't even want to finish.
"My what? Spit it out."
"...your son."
A/N: Well a lot happened here, lol. Thank you for reading and PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! Please let me know how this was. Your reviews is what gives me the self-esteem that this is good, which keeps me going. So thank you to those who have been reviewing, it means a lot. Again, thanks for reading and PLEASE REVIEW! :) Next update will be this Sunday! :)
