AN: I did my best, guys see what you think. Please Review!
Sheamus walked into the hotel looking for punk. He wanted to be sure the bruises were aging as they should. He strode in confidently, and gasped when he saw punk's present. Sheamus literally growled in his throat as he locked the door, rapidly stripping and walking towards the bed. He saw punk out of the corner of his eye, and while devouring Cena's naked form, turned to ask punk, "What the fook is this, fella? It's not me birthday just yet. Whose idea was this?"
Punk answered cheerily," Oh, just a little arrangement I thought we could both use. Cena screwed me with a dirty pin, so I thought you wouldn't mind screwing him for me." Punk said looking like the male version of crazy AJ.
Sheamus chuckled, and asked"Ya'd like ta use me as the tool of your angst, fella? Very well I can't find any reason to object" Sheamus said, striding confidently towards Cena. Sheamus slid up onto the bed, cradling Cena's head with his left hand and running his hand down Cena's chest with the right. "I'll never need an excuse to be with you. " He whispered reverently as he moved the gag and pulled him in for a long kiss. He pulled away with a mischievous grin "And now, for your punishment. "
Sheamus moved his hands down to Cena's waist, he leaned his entire weight on the bed with his hands, balancing his weight perfectly in the air. He shifted a bit, slowly pulling the sheet away with a groan. This made Cena sigh, taking in the image of Sheamus's naked form balanced in the air above him. Sheamus sighed as he positioned himself over Cena's pulsing cock, and began lowering and raising himself rapidly. Cena groaned, felling himself nearing climax already just from Sheamus's display of creativity and strength. Just before Cena reached his orgasm, Sheamus raised himself and stopped lowering his legs individually with a balance that belonged in a ballet studio. Cena panted with desire, pumping his hips in futility, trying to create some friction for his release. Sheamus looked over at punk and whispered "A Haon (one)."
Punk had been watching Sheamus intently, wondering where the punishment was in such a glorious sight. When Sheamus pulled away, Punk almost giggled with happiness. It was perfect.
Sheamus saw Cena relax, and he immediately went back to work, humming and growling this time. Cena bucked and moaned uncontrollably, almost vibrating with desire Cena tossed his head back, feeling his release seconds away, when once again, Sheamus pulled away to whisper to punk "a Dó (two)."
When Cena relaxed again, Sheamus went back to work, lifting himself in the air once again, kissing and nibbling Cena's pelvis before moving down to suck on his balls. Sheamus fit them into his mouth with such care, and then cleared his throat. Cena was a mass of nerves at this point, just itching for a release, yet not quite there yet. He groaned at the sensation, and pulled at his restraints. Sheamus took a few moments to brush his tongue gently across Cena's tight opening, while bending his hips so that his legs were straight out and his waist was lever with his shoulders. He then pulled back up straight, and looking up at Cena hungrily, started raising and lowering himself again, Humming and changing speed every now and again, Sheamus groaned as he crossed his ankles and bucked his hips. This movement made his porcelain frame seem like he was doing a vertical worm, and flexed every muscle perfectly. It made Cena's hair stand on end, and he became lightheaded, screaming into the gag as he neared climax once again. As he got closer, Sheamus hummed louder and higher, hitting the high tenor range with sounds that made him seem angelic. Cena was moments away, and grunted with frustration as Sheamus pulled away to whisper "a Tri (three)" before getting down again.
Punk could hardly believe his eyes. It was so perfect. It was as if Sheamus took all his anger and perfectly expressed it Sheamus whispered, "Where's my reward?" Punk jumped up and bent to kneel onto the couch, shaking his ass with a smirk and whispering, "Right here, baby"
Sheamus kneeled rather than plunging into punk. He grabbed punk's hips and pulled them into his face, lifting punk off the couch and resting all his weight on his face. Sheamus groaned as he sat back onto his feet, staying like this for at least a half hour. Both Punk and Sheamus came at the same time. Sheamus sat punk back down on the couch, and reached done to the floor, collecting their collective spills in his hand to throw away. This happened where Cena couldn't see, so by now he was calm again, looking at Sheamus with a comical look of irritation. Sheamus walked over and loosed Cena's restraints. Cena immediately ran to the bathroom to take care of himself, throwing the gag off.