They had dinner with John and Melina again on the patio of their hotel room because they had no idea what state their room would be in after the events of that morning. They hung out late into the evening, trying to stretch out the last hours of their time together as a normal couple.

John and Punk walked back slowly to their hotel room.

"You and Melina seemed pretty cozy."

"Yeah, she's a cool girl."

"You do realize that everyone hates her don't you?"

"And that means what to me? For the majority of my career in the WWE everyone hated me too, it keeps the losers off my radar. You should be happier about this new development. Melina is so scary that she'll frighten away all those guys that you say are vying for my attention."

"If she keeps Christian away from you I'll buy the woman a diamond."

They opened up their hotel room which was in pristine condition.

"I'm looking for an angry letter from the maid but I don't see anything. How much of a tip did you leave her anyway," Punk said going farther into the room to turn on the lamps.

"Enough."

"Oh My God."

"What?"

"Check the pillows."

"Uh, that's not chocolate."

"It most certainly is not. She must have found that lube that got lost in the sheets from last night. Our maid certainly has a twisted sense of humor," Punk said through laughter.

"Our maid is brilliant. She obviously feels that I have not corrupted you fully on this trip and is encouraging us to try harder."

"If you tried any harder to corrupt me I don't think I'd be in any state to perform tomorrow and I still smell like blueberries. Melina was intrigued by the spot of syrup she found under my jaw."

"Damn that woman, I was saving that spot for later."

"Tomorrow our little vacation is over and it's back to the grind."

"We still have a few hours of freedom left; let's make the most of it. We should move this to the shower. No matter what anyone says sand does not equal sexy and I'm sure you taste like sunscreen."

They stripped down and stepped into the shower after the water had warmed up, but neither man made any move to actually shower. Punk wrapped his arms around John's middle and cuddled against him, moving John's arms to surround him and laying his head on John's chest.

John brought one hand up to smooth back Punk's hair and caress that spot behind Punk's ear that John had identified as one of Punk's sweet spots. Punk just hummed lightly and nuzzled his head against John's chest.

"Phil, is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Everything is perfect. These past few days have been perfect. I don't want them to end."

"Whether we're alone or in a crowd full of people it doesn't mean I love you any less, even if I can't always show it."

John could feel Punk's breath catch in his throat.

"Do you really mean that? I can be moody and impulsive and mean to the point of actually being cruel. I've been absolutely vicious to you countless times, how can you love somebody like that?"

"I loved you when all I had to go on was those things you just mentioned. Well, that, and a pair of the sexiest legs I've ever seen."

Punk chuckled and nipped John lightly on the chest, rubbing his lips over the spot he had just bit before laying his head back on John's chest.

"We all have sides to our personalities that aren't the best but you're so much more than that. You're funny and brilliant and sweet in your own way. You want me for me, not just the person I play on TV. I've never been able to really be myself with another person and you give me that. All those things make me love you, and just so you know, now that I have you I have no intention of ever letting you get away from me."

John tilted back Punk's head until they were staring each other in the eyes. "I love you Phil, even with all the crazy things you do, it won't ever be enough to make me stop."

A lone tear slipped from Punk's eye and John chased it with his mouth.

"John, I love you too, more than I thought I could love someone else, you couldn't make me leave you now if you tried. You're so good, maybe too good for me, but I'm too selfish to let that get in my way."

John felt Punk's entire body sag against his. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Punk reached for the shower gel but John stilled his hand, "No, let me."

John and Punk began to thoroughly wash each other each getting more turned on as time passed. They finally emerged from the shower, toweling each other off and slipping between the covers.

The kisses started off light and chaste, gradually becoming deeper until they were rolling back and forth across the bed, kissing each other with abandon.

Punk stilled their motion by wrapping his legs around John's waist and holding his hips tightly between his thighs. Punk reached over, opening the drawer on the bedside table and pressed something into John's palm.

John looked down at what Punk had given him, a condom.

"I thought you wanted to wait?"

"I never said that. I thanked you for waiting until I was ready but I never said I wasn't. I want you to make love to me."

"Yes, Phil, yes, whatever you want."

Phil smiled brightly, "I do love it when you say that."

"You love to get your way and right now I'm more than happy to give it to you. Where did you put the lube the maid was so kind to leave for us?"

"No lube."

"Phil…"

"No lube, I want to feel this for days when we're surrounded by all those people and we have to pretend to be just friends. I just want one thing that I don't have to fake."

John kissed him lightly on the lips and opened the packet, rolling the condom on. He pushed Punk's knees apart and slowly slid into Punk. He felt Punk's nails bite into his biceps.

"Is it too much? We can…"

"All I want you to do is move. I love you, please…"

Punk wrapped his arms and legs around John pulling their bodies as close as possible and John began to move. He started thrusting shallow and slow, giving Punk time to adjust to the stretch. Punk's halting breaths gave way to moans and his hips began rolling against John's trying to create more friction.

John pulled out partway, lengthening his strokes but still holding back.

"You're not going to break me," Punk whined.

John took his cue from Punk and began thrusting forcefully, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, their hips grinding together roughly. John knew he had found Punk's spot when his hips bucked wildly, his body squeezing around his cock. He made sure to keep that angle, his name now pouring out of Punk's mouth with every thrust.

John dipped his head down, slating their lips together, mimicking the motion of their bodies.

They kept up the fevered pace, neither wanting the moment to end.

"Phil…I can't…it's too much."

"Touch me John," Punk moaned sliding John's palm down between them. John began to stroke Punk swiftly while his hips began to stutter unevenly.

"John, so close…" and then Punk's body seized all around him, his channel gripping him so tightly he thought he was going to black out from the pleasure. He collapsed onto Punk, breathing erratically.

"That was amazing," Punk murmured against his neck.

"That doesn't even begin to describe it; you're going to have to find new words."

John began to pull out but Punk locked his ankles behind his back, keeping him in place. "Just stay…"

They remained that way for a few minutes, kissing each other softly. John's muscles began to lock up and he pulled out rolling next to Punk, pulling off the condom and tossing it in the general vicinity of the wastebasket.

John wrapped his arms around Punk, sprawling Punk's body across his, trying to create as much skin to skin contact as possible.

"We're all sticky now."

"I've never been so glad to be dirty in all my life," John said, his voice shaking slightly. He ducked his head behind Punk's ear, kissing softly that spot that he now considered his.

"I hope you know now that I'm never going to give you up. All those guys can look all they want but I know they'll never see you like this. This is all only just for me."

"I do love this possessive side of you."

"Does it make you hot?"

"Unbearably."

"Good. Because at this point I think it would be impossible for me to stop. Anymore condoms in that bedside drawer of yours?"

"There might be."

"Good thing, because I'm not done with you yet by a long shot."

AN: I know it's a short chapter but what could you possibly follow that up with? Enjoy because I know I did!