September 6, 2011
John woke to the alarm on Punk's phone. He leaned over to wake Punk up.
"What! Oh My God could you shut that off!"
"It's your phone."
"Oh, right. Wait, I didn't set it for this time, it's like an hour early."
"Yeah, I changed the time while you were sleeping."
"Why would you do a thing like that?"
"So we had a little time before we had to leave for the airport."
"Time for what?" Punk asked but John had already rolled over on top of him, slotting their hips together, their morning erections nestled between their bodies.
"Oh, that. Brilliant idea," Punk lifted his head up, kissing John thoroughly. "Do you have…"
Punk didn't even finish his sentence; John was already reaching toward the bedside table, grabbing a condom that he had put there the night before when he had changed Punk's alarm.
"You really did plan this out fully didn't you? You're such a boy scout."
"I don't think they give out patches for this."
"They should, being prepared for every eventuality, even one such as this, is an important skill to have."
"Shut up. More kissing, less talking," John murmured against his mouth while tearing open the wrapper and sliding the condom on. He would have preferred to prepare Punk a little or at least to use lube, but he remembered their first time and Punk seemed to prefer having a physical memento when they were going to be apart.
John slid inside Punk, the tightness and heat almost making his eyes cross.
Punk nudged John's ass with his feet, "Move, you're killing me."
"Give me a second. If I move this is going to be over embarrassingly quickly and maybe I want to enjoy just being inside you, it's quickly becoming my favorite place to be in the world."
"Good to know. I'm pretty fond of you being there too," Punk rolled his hips against John's.
John anchored Punk's hips to the bed with his hands, "What did I say?"
"Yes, Phil, yes, whatever you say."
"I'm pretty sure that wasn't it."
"You were getting to it I'm sure. I want what I want and I want it now, aren't you going to give it to me?" Punk asked, fluttering his lashes with exaggeration.
"You're a minx, is what you are."
"Come on John, please," Punk's breath caught in his throat as John pulled all the way out and slammed back in. "Yes, exactly like that."
"Quick and dirty it is," John began to thrust furiously, reaching down to stroke Punk in time with the movement of his hips.
Both men came quickly and John collapsed on Punk.
"I had really planned on something more slow and romantic."
Punk reached over and grabbed his phone, "There's still 40 minutes left in your stolen hour. How about I let you fuck me against the wall of the shower."
John responded by grabbing another condom, picking Punk up, who was still wrapped around him, and walked directly to the shower.
After drying off, both men were lying on the bed, still unclothed. Punk rolled on top of John, sitting up straddling John's hips. "Listen…"
"You're naked in my lap and you want to talk? I'm not sure my brain is capable of processing anything beyond some of my wildest fantasies running through my head."
Punk made to move off John to his side.
"No, wait, don't move, I'll listen real hard, I promise."
"You haven't been with anyone before me in a while right?"
"Yeah, about a year."
"Really?"
"I was kinda preoccupied with your luscious ass at the time."
"Good answer. Well, I haven't either and we're both tested constantly for diseases right?"
"Right."
"So I say, next time, no condoms."
"It's almost time to pack and go to the airport, you're sprawled naked in my lap and you want to talk about taking you bare. I should have set the alarm for earlier."
"It'll give you something to think about for when the next time we see each other," Punk said while lightly rolling his hips against John's.
"You keep that up and you're going to end flat on your back with both of us missing our flights."
"I'll be good," Punk said climbing off the bed and making his way to his suitcase.
"That was not the response I was hoping for."
"Behave yourself and I'll get you off over the phone while you're in Tampa."
"I think I'd rather be gotten off now."
"Oh, look, there went my offer of dirty talk to pass the time we're apart, right out the window."
"Yeah right, sex is addictive."
"My only addiction is…"
"Competition, yes, I know, but I think you're going to find yourself adding John Cena to that list."
"That would require me to reevaluate my values and principles, I'll think about it."
"You do that. Now get dressed before I tie you to the bed."
"Kinky."
"Dress. Now."
"Oh, orders, even kinkier."
John walked over to Punk, smacking him on the ass forcefully.
"You, clothes, now, before I lose all self-restraint."
Both men dressed and packed quickly without any further incident. They were walking towards the door when John dropped the handle of his suitcase, ripping Punk's from his hand, and backing them both against the door.
"Something for the road," and he took Punk's head in his hands, kissing him passionately.
They separated after a minute, "while we're away from each other, just remember that I love you."
"I love you too. Let's get out of here before I decide to follow you home."
They finally made it to the airport and through security, where they had to separate to go to their respective gates.
"I could always just go back to Chicago with you, change my flight."
"We both haven't seen our families in months. And while my family is perfectly fine with my sexual preferences, I don't think they're prepared enough to see me walk in the door hand in hand with John Cena."
"We'll get there eventually, see you in Canada, love you."
"Love you too," and Punk walked away toward his gate.
John turned in the opposite direction to find his gate. Walking up to the seating area he saw the back of someone's head that he knew quite well, most probably because he had the urge to bash it in.
He walked up behind the man, placing his hands on the man's neck muscles and squeezing as tightly as he could, "Christian, just the person I wanted to see."
Christian flinched as much as he could while John was gripping his neck painfully.
"We're in an airport and I don't want to get myself on some air travel black list for beating the shit out of you, but know that at some point you're going to get what's coming to you. I'm not gonna corner you in some dark hallway in an arena, I'm not going to sucker punch you, you'll see me when I'm coming and you're going to deserve everything you fucking get."
John walked to the gate which was already boarding first class and he found his seat. Luckily, Christian wasn't seated in first class or there would have been an incident at 30,000 feet.
John finally walked through the front door of his house and dropping his things haphazardly. He immediately reached into his pocket, pulling out his cell phone, which had been burning a hole in his pocket ever since Randy had given him that phone number. He was pretty wary about the whole situation but he connected the call anyway.
"Hello."
"Who is this?"
"Dumbass, you called me. I'm hanging up…"
"Wait, its John."
"John who?"
"John Cena," he said hesitantly.
"How did you get this number?"
"Who is this, really?"
"It's Adam."
"Adam Copeland?"
"Duh. How did you get this number?"
"Randy gave it to me."
"That boy needs to clean out his contacts. So, if you didn't know who you were calling, why did you call?"
"I'm having a problem."
"A Christian-related problem?"
"Yeah, did he tell you something…"
"No, he didn't, but for the past few months I get the Christian-related problem phone call about every other day. What did he do now?"
"He's been making some unwanted advances toward a friend."
"Just tell him to stop. I wish all these phone calls were this easy."
"Okay, I'm trying to say this without saying the whole truth but I see that isn't possible. Christian sexually assaulted someone."
There was silence on the other end on the phone.
"Adam, you there?"
"I'm here, I just can't believe…you know what, I don't know what to believe anymore when it comes to him. He's gone completely mental. Who was it?"
"I would rather not say."
"No, you will say."
"A friend."
"Listen, I'm going to help you out here, but before I go wrecking one of my longest standing friendships I want to know who he assaulted."
"You can never say this to anyone, you understand. I wouldn't even tell you but I think if anyone can get this situation under control it's you. It was Punk."
"CM Punk?"
"Is there another Punk running around I don't know about?
"You said it was a friend."
"Yes."
"You and Punk, you're friends…"
"I know, you think it's strange."
"No, not strange, actually, I think it's kind of cute. In fact…" and Adam fell silent again. "No way! No fucking way!"
"What?"
"No way would Randy give you this number without telling you who it was and no way would you call said number for someone who is 'just' a friend."
"Adam, I think the time off is getting to you. I think the early stages of dementia are setting in."
"You don't have to confirm it for me, I know it's true. Come on, I'm the president of the illicit WWE relationship club."
"Those relationships were also very public, not something that I'm in to. Listen, thank you for helping out with the Christian thing. I'm not saying that I'm not going to clock him the next time I see him because I am, but if you could at least just get him to stay as far away from Punk as possible I would be truly grateful."
"Grateful enough to give me confirmation on you and Punk's relationship status?"
"No."
"Whatever, I'll let you know how it goes. Goodbye, Mrs. Punk."
