September 1, 2011
John was usually the one up early, trying to persuade Punk to get out of bed, but this morning John was sprawled across the whole bed, dead to the world. Punk dressed and went for a run. After returning an hour later, John was still asleep. Punk climbed into bed with him, perching on his hip bones trailing light kisses down his spine. John began to stir, and then he shifted, throwing his whole weight against Punk, pinning him down.
"Well, good morning to you too. I wasn't expecting to be manhandled by you first thing in the morning."
"Live with it. I could spend a considerable amount of time manhandling you; there just aren't enough hours in the day."
"Do you want something to eat?"
"Yeah, I'm starving. Have them sent up some pancakes."
"Now I know you're on a real vacation, opting for such an unhealthy meal. You're gonna hate yourself when you go to the gym and have to work this off. It'll definitely cut into your manhandling time."
"My body can take one day off and not fall to pieces," John sat up, wincing a little.
Punk looked concerned. "Maybe I shouldn't have been so rough."
"I wanted exactly what you gave me, no one's ever done that for me before."
"What?"
"Look at me, I can be pretty aggressive a lot of the time. Everyone I dated just always assumed that I want to be in control, so it never happened with anyone else and I didn't know how to ask for it."
"You asked me for it with no hesitation whatsoever."
"That's because it's you, and I know I could ask you for anything and you wouldn't think less of me for it.
"Right you are. I'm sweaty from my run and your food should be here soon, be out in a minute."
Punk finished showering and stepped out the bathroom in a towel. He was met with John sitting Indian style at the base of the bed, intently staring at the bathroom door he had just exited.
"You're infringing on my gimmick over there."
"I'm going to infringe on you in a second, lay down, on your back."
Punk obediently, for him, lay across the bed. Sprawled out that way, there was no way John could resist the temptation to take advantage of a pliable Punk, he wanted to lay claim to every part he could get his hands and tongue on. John grabbed a silver carafe from the room service cart. He stuck a finger into the liquid, sucking it off his fingers then leaning down to kiss Punk.
"Hmm, nice, blueberry."
John poured syrup into the gap under Punk's adam's apple, lapping the syrup up with tiny licks. Syrup was poured down the midline of his chest and kissed away just as quickly. No part of his body was spared the same treatment, sticky trails going all the way to his ankles.
John ran his hands down Punk's sticky thighs, "roll over."
Punk rolled over to his stomach immediately without any question, "Nothing to say, Phil?"
"I'm perfectly happy being treated like a breakfast buffet right now, thank you very much."
John ran his hand down the length of Punk's spine slowly, and then Punk felt a trickle of the still warm syrup where John's hand has just been. John's lips and tongue followed soon after. The same treatment was given to both his legs, syrup pooling in the crook of his knees, the area being sucked and bitten until there couldn't possibly be any more syrup in the area.
"I should have ordered you up from room service. You're more enticing than anything that came under a silver dish cover."
"I don't come cheap, you would have to start working weekends to afford me" Punk said breathily.
"Price is no option, and I'm glad you enjoyed being pounced on first thing in the morning, but I have to say that was mostly for me. Since I first laid eyes on you I've fantasized about putting my mouth all over every part of you."
"Was it worth the wait?"
"I could have done with a little less waiting, but I couldn't exactly volunteer to put my mouth and hands all over you when you were ambushing me in the ring on a daily basis."
"If you had offered maybe the beatings would have been reduced."
John kept lifting various body parts to his mouth, sucking off any trace of blueberry that had been left there. "I think we both need a shower."
Punk, who still seemed to be in a haze, just nodded his head slowly. John lifted him up and carried him into the shower. The amazing water pressure was wasted, John opting for additional tongue baths instead of the shower cleansing Punk's skin of the syrup.
After leaving the shower Punk walked into the bedroom, "Holy shit, I think someone's going to be leaving the maid a three figure tip."
John looked over Punk's shoulder observing the ransacking that had taken over the bed. Sheets and comforters were tossed everywhere with copious purple stains over everything.
"Want to go down to the beach; I don't think I want to see the maid's face when she discovers what we did to this room."
"I'm sure she's seen worse. Let's get changed."
They had changed into bathing suits and started to walk down to the beach.
"I hope you brought sunscreen Casper."
"Funny. I put some on in the hotel room."
They found two lounge chairs and settled in the sun. A waiter came up to them to get their drink order. Of course Punk ordered a Pepsi, but John hesitated. Punk asked the waiter to give them a few more minutes.
"You can drink if you want to you know. Just because I don't doesn't mean that everyone in a mile radius of me can't drink either."
"Okay." When the waiter returned John ordered a beer.
They baked in the sun for a while, dipping into the water to cool off occasionally. They were both interrupted from their drowsy state by a scream and footsteps running towards them.
"Oh My God. John Cena, this is so cool. Would you mind signing something for me? Dad, I need something for him to sign."
The child's dad walked up, handing the child a pen and what seemed to be the receipt from a parasailing ride.
The kid finally let his eyes trail next to John, noticing Punk for the first time. The kid's eyes narrowed like he was going to defend John against an attack from Punk at any moment.
"What are you doing here with him, you guys hate each other!"
John was dumbfounded and said nothing. Punk was going to have to save this situation.
He turned to look the kid in the eye, "Have you even gotten into a fight with a friend, maybe said some things or did some things you regret?"
"Yes."
"And did you eventually make up and become friends again?"
"Yes."
"Well, that's how it is with us. We made up and now we're friends."
"Really, friends, because my daddies say…"
"That's enough Tommy, let them enjoy their vacation."
"But dad, you guy's said they were totally…" and Tommy's voiced trailed off while his dad's were walking him further down the beach.
"Of all the hiding we've been doing, we get outed by one of your 8 yr. old fans who has apparently inherited flawless gaydar. Classic."
John Morrison and Melina walked up, John placing a sun lounger next to Punk that he had pulled up for Melina.
"You just missed the most awesome fan encounter in history. The kid just outed us, apparently due to his daddies that picked up the sexual tension through the airwaves."
The two guys took to the water, horsing around.
"Our men, they're like two hyperactive children." Melina looked out the side of her eye, and then reached up with her fingers to run them under Punk's jaw. She rubbed her fingers together trying to figure out the source of what was covering her fingers. She just laughed softly, and then ran her fingers down the condensation on Punk's drink, cleaning her fingers off.
"So, John Cena, kinky behind closed doors, huh?"
Punk was silent for a moment. He doubted John was sharing intimate details with Randy, and while Colt was accepting of his new relationship he didn't think the guy was looking for a play-by-play. Maybe Melina was the confidant he had been looking for, she was hilarious with a definite mean streak.
"He can be. That vanilla, sucky joke-telling, smile factory is just a cover, most of the time."
"Yeah and the rest of the time he can barely tear his eyes away from your ass."
"You seem to have been paying close attention."
"What else am I going to do? They barely put me in matches now, but I have to be on site anyway. It gets me through the night to watch my favorite soap opera unfold. In all seriousness, there is one thing that I would like to ask you about."
"Hmm?"
"It's about Christian. I see the way that he looks at you, and it's not the same way John does. He wants you and he doesn't seem to care about the repercussions."
"I don't understand it. We've been friends for years and this had never been an issue before I was with John."
"It was the perfect storm, Edge leaving, you seeming to be on the market. He saw a way to slither in and is trying to take advantage."
"I'm staying away from him now, he sort of crossed the line the other day but I'm afraid of what might happen if I shut him down completely. Who knows what he's figured out when it comes to me and John. He could sink our careers with a few whispers in the right ears."
"You can just come hang with me when John isn't around. I'm like a nuclear fallout; no one wants to get anywhere near me."
"You're really not the person that people say you are."
"No, I'm still exactly that person; I'm just behaving in public now."
"That's not a skill I think I'll ever be able to pick up."
"Oh look, here come our boys, tired out by romping like adolescents."
"I wanted to thank you, for listening. I don't really have anyone to talk with about these things except John, and that's difficult considering he's the topic of most of the conversations."
"I'm here for ya. And I do so love the dirty details, you and John, that's really hot."
"One of those girls are you?"
"Damn right I am, is there any innocence wafting off me, I don't think so."