March 18, 2012
After meeting Punk's father John could tell that it was weighing on his mind. Punk's mood was subdued but not in the same way as when he was purposely being withdrawn. John didn't push Punk for more than he was willing to give because he knew that whatever conclusion Punk drew from the meeting with his father, Punk had to get there on his own. His mood changed abruptly when they arrived in Montreal for the house show. Jericho was absent and Punk scowled his way through his match with Ziggler and got into a war of words with a fan holding an anti-Punk sign. Jericho was again absent in Rhode Island and Punk's anger was completely let loose with Ziggler paying the price.
The last show before Raw was at Madison Square Garden. Jericho was on the card but he was definitely playing least in sight. Punk was scheduled for a six man tag with Hunter and Randy vs. Jericho, Ziggler and Cody Rhodes. The only plan Punk seemed to have in mind was ripping Jericho limb from limb. He was lucky that Randy and Hunter came to the ring with something more refined. Randy and Hunter would ignore Punk's outstretched hand when Ziggler and Rhodes were in the ring but the second Jericho was tagged in Punk got the immediate tag. Jericho, obviously aware that he had pushed Punk to the edge would immediately tag in one of his partners, even if their hands were not outstretched or their back was to the ring. This process kept repeating itself, the closest Punk ever got to Jericho was getting his hands around one ankle and trying to drag him to the middle of the ring. Jericho got loose and tagged out but this seemed to be the last straw for his partners who just shook their head derisively and abandoned him to Punk, Hunter and Randy. Jericho was in the middle of the ring with all three men surrounding it. Jericho would try for the unmanned gaps but the men outside the ring moved quickly to keep him trapped. In the end Jericho was the recipient of the Pedigree, the RKO and the GTS to the delight of the fans and Punk.
March 19, 2012
Monday Night Raw
Punk rushed into the emergency room after Hunter had called to tell him that John had been in a car accident on the way to the arena after a media appearance. He ran to the reception desk.
"I'm here for John Cena, please tell me he's alright. Where is he?" Punk said, his strained voice and the tears welling in his eyes betraying his intense worry.
"Are you a family member?"
"I'm his boyfriend."
"I'm sorry. I can't allow you to see him or give you information about his condition if you're not a family member."
"I am family."
"Not according to the law you're not," the woman told Punk with a nasty tone of voice and a pronounced eye roll.
"Listen to me you homophobic bitch! You will tell me where he is or I swear…"
"Punk, calm down."
Punk whipped around to find Hunter, holding a sheath of papers in his hand.
"Excuse me. John Cena is an employee of the WWE and we have medical power of attorney."
"I'll call the hospital administrator to review these, please take a seat."
"Punk, come sit down."
Hunter managed to drag Punk to the waiting area but he would not sit, choosing to pace the room like a caged animal. After half an hour had passed Punk was considering just making a break for the doors leading to the emergency room, fuck the rules. The hospital administrator finally entered the room and walked straight to Hunter and began speaking, completely ignoring Punk.
"I've reviewed the forms and they seem to be in order. If we can step over there I can give you Mr. Cena's current status."
Hunter walked to the edge of the waiting room with Punk following.
"I'm sorry, but he can't be here," the administrator said, not even bothering to glance at Punk who was shaking uncontrollably.
"I don't know who you think you are but those papers say that I have the legal right to make decisions on John's behalf and if I say he can stay he can. Don't make me get our lawyers on the phone, you won't like it, I promise you."
"Fine. Mr. Cena is stable. I'll let the ER physician update you on his current condition."
"Can we see him?"
The administrator again gave Punk a derisive glance but escorted him and Hunter to the curtained off area where John was sitting on the edge of the bed in a smock.
"John!" Punk ran to him, hugging him tightly and sobbing into his shoulder.
"Punk! He was just in an accident, control yourself."
Punk started to pull away but John locked his arms around Punk, running his fingers through Punk's hair.
"Phil, I'm fine. Everything's okay, I promise," John said, looking questioningly at Hunter over Punk's shoulder.
"They wouldn't let him know how you were doing or let him see you because he's not family."
"They're a bunch of homophobic jerks. We are family, aren't we?"
"Of course we are, sweetheart. I never thought to get my power of attorney changed. I promise I'll put you on as soon as possible in case something like this ever happens again."
The doctor entered. "I see you have visitors. Is it alright to discuss your condition with them in the room?"
"This is my boss and my boyfriend; you can say anything in front of them."
"It was a minor accident and you show no signs of injury. You might feel a little sore tomorrow and may suffer from some minor whiplash at the most. You're free to go."
"I'm a wrestler. Am I medically cleared to wrestle tonight?"
"There's nothing obviously wrong with you but I would suggest that you take it easy for the night."
"Good luck with that," Punk said, knowing there wasn't much that would keep John out of the ring.
"I'll give you guys a ride to the arena, I'll be in the waiting room," Hunter said, leaving them alone so that John could get dressed.
Punk stayed on the bed while John pulled his clothes back on, putting his head between his knees, hoping his heart would stop racing like it had been since he had got the call.
"Phil, look at me."
"I was so worried, you have no idea…"
"I promise that I won't let anything like this ever happen again as long as you promise to come to my lawyer's office with me and make me one of your contacts for your medical power of attorney. I'm surprised the hospital staff didn't find themselves on the wrong end of a kick to the head. I'm not sure I would have been able to show the same restraint if something happened to you."
They walked out of the emergency room, Punk clutching John's hand, damn the consequences of them being seen in public together. Punk could see Hunter stare at their clasped hands worriedly but led them into the parking lot without comment. Hunter taking the front seat next to his driver with Punk and John in the backseat.
"Listen. We don't usually allow it except for special circumstances but I'll set aside a private locker room for you two for the night."
"Thanks Hunter," John said, hugging Punk close to him.
"I've seen the card for the night and you're scheduled to wrestle Henry tonight John. I can make Laurinaitis cancel…"
"Don't cancel the match. I feel fine and the last thing I need is the Rock taking shots at me for not showing up for Raw so close to WrestleMania."
"Not that you need anything else to worry about, Punk, but Jericho has apparently learned his lesson at Madison Square Garden and declined to show up for Raw tonight."
"I don't think Jericho is capable of learning anything. I could rip his arm off and beat him with it and he would still find a way to torture me mentally. Maybe I could just punch him hard enough so that he needs his jaw wired shut. Fuck, who am I kidding, he would probably show up wearing a sandwich board proclaiming he is the best in the world at everything he does."
"Even though Jericho seems to have elected to grace us with his silence tonight doesn't mean that you have to," Hunter said with a smirk. "There's going to be a big empty ring out there with a selection of mics at your disposal."
"I don't need to go out there and defend myself because Jericho didn't say anything that isn't true but there are a few things I'd like to say to the best in the world at running his mouth off. Jericho has seriously overplayed his hand in life and the sooner he knows that the better."
They arrived at the arena and Hunter escorted them to an empty locker room and left them to it. The room had a couch and its own feed of the show.
"Lay down."
"I'm fine."
"Lay down for me, please."
"Since you asked so nicely I will obey. Are you going to lay down with me?" John asked with a playful smile.
"That defeats the purpose of you lying down and resting doesn't it?"
"I promise to keep my hands in PG-13 locations."
"Good boy. I'll hold you to your promise of keeping it at a conservative 2nd base after I get back from the ring."
John watched as Punk entered the arena to hijack the show, walking to the ring with a purposeful stride and immediately called for a mic. Punk started off with his typical scathing tone but when Punk mentioned his father Punk was silent for a few moments, John knowing that whatever Punk was getting ready to say was going to be difficult for him. Punk immediately owned up to the fact that his father was indeed an alcoholic and while it wasn't a secret Jericho had no right to announce to the world something that was that private.
Punk proceeded to give a heartfelt speech, deriding Jericho for making light of a subject that touched the lives of so many, especially reaching out to the children that were living with the same problem that had haunted his childhood. Punk made it clear that he was out for Jericho's blood at WrestleMania. John was shocked when Punk defended his father, telling the world that he had overcome his alcoholism. When Punk said he was proud of his father John found himself choked up and knew that the man he had met in that coffee shop was probably in tears right now. It might not be an outright statement of forgiveness but John knew that it would mean the world to Punk's father. Jericho's attempt at mental assassination might have set Punk back on his heels but Punk had turned it back on Jericho. John wanted to meet Punk at the arena entrance because he knew that Punk would probably be emotional, but he had also promised not to move from the couch. John stood to meet Punk at the entrance but collapsed back in his seat when Jericho's voice echoed through the arena. No one knew more than him how frustrating a satellite video could be and this one was sure to push Punk even farther over the edge emotionally if that was even possible.
Jericho gave a completely insincere apology to Punk for bringing his father up but turned right around and accused Punk's sister of being a drug addict. He didn't know what sister Jericho was referring to but even if what Jericho was saying had been true at some point; he had met these women and knew that Jericho was talking out his ass to try to make a second pass at embarrassing Punk in front on the WWE Universe. Punk showed no sign of embarrassment, he was incensed. Did Jericho have any clue what he was setting loose in persecuting Punk like this? John was not surprised in the slightest when Punk let loose a string of profanities. They might be bleeping out his words for television but it came through without disguise to the monitor feed. He was pretty sure yelling 'Fuck You' was far past the PG rating.
John wanted to rush to the arena entrance but stopped when Punk's phone started going off. He didn't answer it considering that he didn't know all the circumstances around what Jericho said but the screen showed a revolving series of calls from his Mom and both his sisters. The door flew open and Punk looked ready to kill.
"It's a fucking lie. My sisters have never been drug addicts. It's one thing to out a private family matter to the world but it's something else to start lying though his teeth just because he wants a fucking belt. The next time I see him he's going to get exactly that. I'm going to bash his head in with this gaudy monstrosity."
John braced for things getting tossed around, holes punched in the wall, or any number of ways Punk might physically display his anger. John was surprised when Punk climbed on top of him, spreading his legs and lying between them, laying his head on his chest and clutching his dog tags so tightly that he could see his hand turning a stark white from the pressure. John wrapped his arms around Punk and tried to soothe him by running his fingers through Punk's hair and rubbing circles over the bare patch of skin on his lower back. Punk's breathing eventually slowed and his body relaxed. John was surprised when Punk took the calls from his sisters and his Mom and managed not to completely lose his temper although complete carnage was assured for when Jericho eventually showed his face again.
"Do you want to take a walk to the monitor bay?" John asked, knowing Punk's hatred of appearing weak or affected by the words that Jericho spewed.
"Fuck what they think about me, I'm staying here."
They watched the show with a minimum amount of attention, except when Laurinaitis got his precious phone destroyed and got slapped across the face by Long and Daniel's 5 minute decimation of Ryder.
The Rock again showed up with an obviously well rehearsed taped promo in front of the famous Philadelphia Rocky statue.
"Why is he wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night? He probably can barely see his cue cards," Punk joked. "We have to sit though 13 more days of this shit? At least the Rock is threatening to show up at least."
"Thank you so much for looking forward to my adversary showing up and doing God knows what to me."
"He doesn't seem to want to lay a hand on you until WrestleMania so you'll probably just have to deal with another 30 minute diatribe."
"It's almost time for my match."
"Yes, your match with Mark fucking Henry after you got into a car accident. Brilliant idea. Don't say I didn't warn you tomorrow when you can't move. I won't be there to tend to your pain wrecked body; I've got a Smackdown taping tomorrow."
"I'm going home to Tampa for a few days before the house show on the 23rd. You can meet me there after the taping. The next house show is in Florida after all. Have you looked at the schedule for the week?"
"No. I just go where they tell me."
"We're going back to Puerto Rico, last time we were there…"
"I remember clearly what happened the last time we were there. You may have to refrain from covering me in syrup and treating me like a breakfast buffet. I think people might be suspicious if I was covered in purple blotches and smelled like a blueberry."
"That's not the only thing."
"If you want to celebrate the first time we had sex by having yet more sex I'm all for it though I don't think we really need prompting to screw each other silly."
"Now all I can think about is fucking you."
"Well I'm sure one look at Mark Henry will chill your libido considerably."
Punk watched as John took on Henry. Henry put a hell of a hurt on John and Punk was sure John would be sore as hell the next day. John managed to AA Henry and got the win and then the Rock ran out and hit Henry with the Rock Bottom and stared John down. The Rock said he was coming to send John a message earlier but Punk wasn't quite clear what it was. I have a finishing maneuver too? I can also pick up Mark Henry? John seemed as confused as he was.
John walked back to his and Punk's locker room and opened the door, "You were wrong Henry and the Rock did nothing to chill…fuck me…" John forced out at the sight of Punk lying on his stomach on the couch in nothing but his kick pads. John hurriedly reached behind him and locked the door.
"Anyone could have walked in that door."
"Then they would have gotten quite a show."
"I thought I was hurt and supposed to be resting."
"You seemed fine out there in the ring. Are you declining my invitation?" Punk said, getting up from the couch and strolling seductively over to John and pressed his body to John's, licking the tendon of John's neck.
"You taste so sweet," Punk murmured against his neck, grabbing hold of John's biceps and leading him back to the couch, pushing him down onto his back and straddling him.
"You're hurt. Just lay back and let me do all the work," Punk said, smiling wickedly at John while he stripped him of his clothes.
"What did I do to deserve this? Tell me so I can make sure to do it everyday."
"If you make me fear for your safety on a daily basis I'm going to be the one hurting you. Open up," Punk said, tracing two of his fingers over John's bottom lip. John opened his mouth, sucking Punk's fingers and coating them with saliva. Punk slid his wet fingers out of John's mouth and John watched transfixed as Punk reached between his legs and slid his fingers inside himself. Punk's eyes fell closed as he began to roll his hips, moaning when he found the sensitive bundle of nerves. John hoped he would be able to hold out until he was inside Punk but watching Punk get himself off was frequently visited fantasy material. He feasted on the sight of Punk writhing on top of him, fingers buried deep inside himself until the ache to be inside him became completely unbearable.
"Please Phil, I need to be inside of you, ride me, please…"
"Are you going to keep yourself out of life threatening danger?"
"I'll leave the house wrapped in bubble wrap, please…"
Punk removed his fingers, resting his weight on his hands spread over John's chest and lowered himself down, John's cock sliding into the tight heat of his channel, his muscles tightening around John's arousal. Punk lifted up John's hands and rested them on his hips.
"Show me what you want."
John's fingers clenched around Punk's hips, his thumbs tracing Punk's pronounced hip bones and guided Punk up and down his cock, keeping the movement slow and deep, staring into Punk's eyes. Punk smiled down at him heatedly and John felt Punk's hips swerve, the muscles clamping down even tighter.
"Fucking hell…"
"Something new. You like?"
"Don't you dare stop, tell me when…"
"Fuck, John, right there…" Punk's teeth sunk into his bottom lip, his eyes fluttering closed. He could feel Punk's hips straining against his hands. John guided Punk's hips to a faster pace, his gaze drawn to Punk's hand, stroking himself rapidly. Watching Punk get himself off was too enticing and he felt the heat start to pool in his belly, his abs contracting at every stroke. He pulled Punk against him roughly, setting off his orgasm, coming deep inside Punk. John wrapped his hand around Punk's, his cock sliding between their clasped fingers, Punk coming on his stomach. Punk rocked back on his knees, his softened cock sliding out of Punk. John could feel himself try to harden again as he watched Punk lick his stomach clean of his come. He leaned up to kiss John thoroughly. Punk had not swallowed and the kiss was wet and slick and fucking hot as hell. Punk broke the kiss and draped his body over John's and tucked his head in the crook of his neck, brushing his lips softly over the skin.
"Promise they won't keep me away from you again."
"I promise. The papers will be waiting for you when you come home."
John's attention was caught by the sound of the monitor, watching as the feed was cut.
"Do you think we missed anything important?" Punk asked with laughter in his voice.
"I could care less. Private locker rooms are awesome."
"You're the WWE's golden boy and I'm the WWE Champion. We could throw our weight around, demand a new perk."
"And then we would never have a clue what was going on outside it. I could have forfeited to the Rock and would have no idea."
"I've got to catch the bus to the airport to make the flight to Newark for Smackdown." Punk reluctantly crawled off the couch. John turned on his side to watch Punk dig through his bag for his street clothes.
"Anything bad I ever said about your kick pads I take back. You in nothing but them is sexy as hell."
"I'll keep that in mind. You should too in case you get too lonely while I'm gone."
"Trust me; the sight is burned into my memory."
Punk pulled on his clothes and leaned over to give John a very thorough goodbye kiss.
"Come home soon."
"I'll be in Tampa before you can even miss me."
"I seriously doubt that."
"I haven't been naked in your pool in ages. I'll leave you with that thought," Punk tossed over his shoulder as he unlocked the door and entered the hallway, the door closing behind him.
John looked down at his fully aroused cock, having hardened at the mere thought of a naked and wet Punk pressed against the wall of his pool. 2 days were going to be torture.
AN: As those who reviewed my last chapter are aware, I plan to continue this fic. The spring installment of this quadrilogy will be the last. I want to sincerely thank everyone who reviewed and let me know that this series is still being read and enjoyed. I'm still relatively new to the fanfic game and your reviews were just the restorer of my confidence that I was in desperate need of. Regarding this installment: I usually begin a new story with the change of seasons but have decided to continue this installment to its logical conclusion, WrestleMania. Thank you again to my reviewers and I hope you enjoy this update.
