AN: when I say ' unearthly speed ', I mean 'with a speed not easily achieved or maintained', so not like the flash, but more like the pistons of an engine pumping. Not a blur, but quick. Cena would believe a normal human could do this. Just something i wanted to clarify. This is my first time writing something not in a dream sequence, so please bear with me.
Punk watched Sheamus grab Cena by the back of the neck and toss him onto the bed, chuckling at Cena's astonished expression as Sheamus strode over to Cena, letting a side of himself show through that he almost always kept hidden.
Punk watched as Sheamus whispered to Cena, "Strip" Without a word Cena hurriedly took his shirt and capris off, kicking his shoes off with enthusiasm.
Sheamus watched Cena undress, then looked at punk, sneering "Once again, I do it better." Sheamus tore open his vest and shirt, heading towards Punk with a hungry look in his eye. He grabbed Punk by the belt, whispering" Get him ready." as he removed his pants
Punk walked awkwardly towards the bed, pushing Cena back onto the bed, kissing him forcefully while touching his chest and abs softly.
Cena groaned, grabbing Punk and flipping him over so his back was on the bed. Slowly kissing and sucking his skin, making punk shiver. Sheamus wrapped his arms around Cena, making sure he could feel every inch of his throbbing cock pushing into the small of his back. Cena gulped, realizing his dreams had sorely underestimated his size. Sheamus buried his face in Cena's shoulders, Picking a spot and sucking, making Cena lose it, melting into Sheamus's arms and reach back, trembling. "Oh, God, yes…"
Sheamus pushed Cena's hand away, stepping toward punk cradling toward punk's neck kissing down to his neck and kissing each tattoo softly. He felt Cena running his hands over his back worshipfully as he groaned, gripping Punk's hard cock and kissing down his thighs, opening his legs and turning his hips so Punk was on his knees, using his skilled tongue to trace punk's spine, kissing down the small of his back. Cena instinctively knelt on the floor, sliding in between Sheamus's Massive thighs and breathing in deeply before taking Sheamus deeply into his throat. This made Sheamus groan, burying his face into Punk's ass and licking rapidly.
Punk was in heaven. Sheamus was so much better than he dreamed. He delved his tongue in gently, making punk squirm and moan. Punk's cries and Cena's warm mouth were almost enough to make Sheamus lose himself in the experience. Sheamus stroked the back of Cena's head and groaned into Punk's ass, pulling Punk's hips up to meet his tongue. Sheamus thought it couldn't get better; Cena buried him deep in his throat and started humming. Sheamus threw his head back, breathing deeply, and pulled out of Cena's throat, who almost refused to let go, holding on and sucking with a force that made Sheamus's eyes roll. Sheamus finally pulled free from Cena's mouth with a pop, turning to punk and sliding up so his massive frame was encircling Punk on all sides "Ya ready, fella?" Sheamus asked, motioning to Cena to come kneel too. Sheamus was enjoying this almost too much as he laid punk on his belly and motioned for Cena to get on his knees in front of him. Cena happily obliged, Curious as to what this would lead to.
Sheamus reached for his bag and pulled out some baby oil, having planned well enough to pack it beforehand. As he poured baby oil onto punk he took the time to massage it into punk's skin, taking punk's pert ass and massaging until Punk groaned. Then, positioning Cena so he was on his hands and knees hovering over punk, Sheamus grabbed Cena's massive ass with trembling fingers trying to steady his breathing before he plunged his face into Cena and cock into punk at the same time. Licking gently at Cena's tight pucker and plunging into punk with one long slow stroke, the cries of pleasure erupting from Cena and punk would have been more than enough to send anyone over the edge. Pulling back out of punk as he trembled and sighed, Sheamus paused just long enough to make punk lose it and claw at the sheets, desperately trying to create some movement. "What is it you're wantin, Fella?" he whispered huskily to punk.
Punk could hardly contain himself as his eyes rolled "Oh, god, fuck me. Fuck me! "he screamed rolling his hips, until Sheamus forced them back down with one hand, cradling Cena's ass in the other, Sheamus quickened his thrusts into Punk, alternating his motions like an oil drill, plunging first into punk then into Cena. Almost growling into Cena's quivering ass, Sheamus felt his self-control slip and he reached out with both hands, smacking Cena on the ass. "Turn around and watch, Cena" Punk's eyes rolled as he cried, "oh, fuck, Fuck me!"
Sheamus pulled punk up onto his lap, holding his waist and running his teeth down his spine, quickening his thrusts to an unearthly pace as Cena watched with shock. Punk laid his head back onto Sheamus's shoulder, Screaming "Oh Fuck Me!" before going entirely limp in every muscle but one as he climaxed, his channel clenching Sheamus like a vice grip and after Punk's climax, Sheamus was not far behind as he tossed his head back growling with the base and volume of a tiger and rolling his eyes. Sheamus sighed as he pulled out of punk. He remembered that he never got to Cena.
Cena watched with amazement, his channel clenching as he watched Sheamus drill punk. Fuck, I wish he would do that to me. Cena watched Sheamus climax with reverence, Disappointment crossing Cena's face as Sheamus pulled out. Cena leaned over, noticing that Sheamus was remembering he had forgotten him. Punk rolled onto his back with a smirk, seeing that Cena was in for a surprise.
Cena leaned in and whispered to Sheamus, "Next time."
Sheamus looked at Cena and grinned evily "This time." Chuckling to himself as he watched the astonishment on Cena's face as he watched Sheamus grow to full hardness in a matter of seconds.
"Bend over."
