A/N: Lmfaooo, I. Love. You. Guys. Your anger/threats/insults/frustration reviews, messages, and tweets were all truly entertaining and very much so appreciated! After the, what seemed so long, wait, I am back with another update! Here's the next chapter! I hope you enjoy!
Recap:
Randy Bear: I'm back… [...] He hates lying to Punk, he really does. He just knows if he would have told him that Randy was in town, and that he was going to see him, Punk would have forbade it. That or he would have forced John to let him come with him. That is, if he could pull himself from whatever girl he's probably lying on right now. [...] you wanted me there on your big day, and would have risked angering your soon-to-be just to have me there. That you missed me more than you'd ever begin to admit," Randy leans forward and caresses his hand down John's face, "and that you hated the fact that you couldn't find me to come see me." Randy says. [...] "Did you miss this?" Randy asks. John bites his lip and nods, [...] "I love you, baby." Randy says as he pulls almost all the way out, them rams back in, directly hitting John's sweet spot. "OH FUCK, I LOVE YOU TOO!" John screams out, in total ecstasy. [...] "Spend the night with me. I want to hold you." Randy begs. John doesn't answer. He just cuddles into Randy's hold, laying his head against Randy's chest, and trying to hold back his tears.
Wednesday Morning; The Hilton Chicago - Randy's Suite:
John wakes up to find himself tightly in Randy's arms. His mind is foggy and hazy, and he can't really remember what happened.
He closes his eyes again and tries to think back.
He was going through the portfolio of surrogate mothers, when...Randy texted him. That's right, Randy texted him! He was back. And judging by the fact that he's lying in his arms, he obviously went. He...yes, that's right, he dropped off Gage at Selene's then came over. They got into a bit, well, John did at least. Then...then they had sex.
John gives a small sigh. He can't believe he did that. He can't believe he let Randy get him into bed. He could just smack himself. Or Randy. Randy preferably. He needs to get out of here. He needs to get home.
John slowly begins wiggling around in Randy's arms, trying to climb out of his hold without waking Randy up. He gets free when Randy groans a bit and stretches his arms out a bit before rolling over onto his other side. John quickly hops out of bed and begins grabbing his clothes off the floor and pulling them on. He rolls his eyes in anger after pulling his shirt on when he looks down and sees dried cum on it, apparently being the thing Randy used to clean John's stomach last night. He tries to ignore the thoughts and go about getting dressed again. Once fully clothed and he has his wallet and phone, he quickly sneaks over to the door.
He gives a quick glance over to Randy, seeing him lay there peacefully and content, and there's a small pang in John's stomach. He doesn't know if it's guilt that he cheated, or sickness from being so blindly in love with Randy still, but he doesn't want to feel it anymore.
He quickly and quietly opens the door, exits the room, then quickly and quietly closes the door behind him. He heads out to his car and hops in, speeding off. John drives around for awhile, every so often driving past the apartment, waiting for Punk to leave, Shaleigh's already gone. He just needs Punk to leave too. 15 minutes of driving by and he notices Sha is back home. "Fuck." He curses. They're never going to leave. 10 minutes later she's gone. Another 10 minutes later and Punk's gone as well.
Once he's sure they're both gone, he parks and goes in the apartment, going straight to the bedroom and pulling out a suitcase and beginning to pack. 'He's gonna kick me out. I just know he is. He's gonna kick me out, so I might as well prepare for it,' John thinks to himself.
As he packs, his phone buzzes.
Randy Bear: Where are u bby?
My Johnny: home. packing.
Randy Bear: Why are u packing?
My Johnny: because im going to tell punk, and when I do, he's going to put me out.
Randy Bear: Don't tell him.
My Johnny: i have to.
Randy Bear: U don't!
My Johnny: we're married. i promised to tell him everything.
Randy Bear: John don't tell him...don't.
My Johnny: i have to.
"What are you packing for?" John suddenly hears another voice in the room with him. He drops the phone out of sheer surprise, then turns to see Punk standing in the doorway.
"Oh, hi. Um, nothing. Just preparing for the inevitable." John sighs, then turns back to putting clothes into the luggage. "What are you talking about?" Punk chuckles, walking further into the room. "I'm just getting ready for what's about to happen; trying to ease the humiliation." John mumbles. "What are you talking about, John?" Now Punk's starting to get worried. "I have to tell you something, and when I do, you're going to put me out." John shrugs. "Tell me what? Why would I put you out?" Punk asks, taking place next to John, grabbing his hand to stop him from reaching for his next clothing article. John pulls his hand away and turns to Punk, but doesn't look at him.
"Uhm…Randy's back. He came to Chicago to see me. He convinced me to come to his hotel, and…and he convinced me to sleep with him." John admits. Punk just stares at him in silence for a long time. John shifts, uncomfortable under his stare. He's too scared to look up and see the look on Punk's face, but from what he can see of his body language, Punk seems to be pretty calm and relaxed.
"Just say it. Please get it over with. Please just put me out. I can't take the guilt of you staring at me." John finally looks up and says, seeing that Punk's just staring at him with a cocked head and a blank face. "No. No. I'm not going to put you out. I just…uh…I'll be the one leaving." Punk finally moves, going to the closet and pulling out a bag for himself. "You're leaving?! Why?!" John asks in shock. "Because I need time to think this through. I'm not putting you out though. Just stay. I'm going to go stay at Scott's. We can talk about this in the morning." Punk explains, pulling a few articles of clothing in his bag.
"Punk, please don't do this! Please let's just talk about it now! Can we, please? Or put me out! Something! But don't go. Please don't leave your own house. Don't do this to me! This is worse than making me leave. P…please." John goes over to him and begs. "Calm down, John. Just wait for me to get back tomorrow, okay? I just need to think. I really need to think. I'll be back. I promise. Just stay. I'll be back." Punk zips the bag, pulls it over his shoulder, then turns to John. John stares at him with hurt, watery eyes, but Punk gives a slight smile, then puts a finger under John's chin and kisses him. The kiss is small and short, and after pulling away, Punk leaves John alone in the room to say goodnight to Gage, then leaves the house.
John avoids leaving the bedroom for the rest of the day.
He doesn't know what to do.
He's going insane.
He keeps trying to call and text Punk, but Punk refuses to reply. The one time he did get his phone call answered, it was Scott who answered the phone.
"Something's wrong with Punk. He won't tell me what, but he's really shaken up. Maybe he just doesn't want you to see him like this. Just wait it out, I'm sure he'll call you or come home soon, okay?"
Wait it out?
How's he just supposed to wait something like this out?
He may or may not have just lost his Husband!
How's he supposed to just sit here and wait things out?!
At some point of the day he finds himself in Gage's room, holding him tightly as he cries.
Other than that, he just stays in the master bedroom and continues to cry himself to sleep everytime he wakes up.
A/N: Okay, so a little minor drama, but nothing major. Here's the question, though. Is Punk gonna put John out? He gonna try and work it out with him? Or he gonna admit to something himself, because remember, John thinks Punk's cheating too. If John could man up and confess, sure could Punk, right? Please leave reviews with your thoughts/guesses/etc! Next update should come NEXT Thursday after TNA! Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading :)