A/N: Sunburn hurts like hell. I can't wear anything but flip flops on my feet until it heals a little. ._. Anyway, thanks for the love and being so patient. I tried whipping this one out a little faster to make up for the last two updates being so slow.

Wakko's minion: OMG I know. I had to be like "okay what wrestlers do I love but aren't on my 'must' list for shipping with John or Punk." It was so hard. Hehe. And thank you so much, that means a lot to me.

AnetteBP: You think so? I actually had fun writing him too. :D Glad you approve. Also that list of escorts will be the death of me. It is too much hotness.

Vindictive John Dark Fantasy: Ugh I love them. And I like that idea, it's a good way for when they actually do meet each other and shit hits the fan. e.e Thanks! I'll write it in after he gets a little more used to the job. :3

Lamentomori: Thank you. They really are a bunch of goofs. And yeah the list is something that will only come into play every so often but still something I was planning on working with.

On to the story! :]

Dean smirked, tilting his head to the side and shaking his head "Damn right I'm not. How is someone this damn skinny and inexperienced supposed to be able to handle what I like in bed?" he challenged, stepping closer to the bed as if to test the claims on Punk's website.

Punk smirked. A challenge, oh how he loved those. "I'm not inexperienced in the least, Ambrose. Believe me." His eyes gleamed with mischief as he added "you might need to ask me to tone it down for you, actually.. want to talk safety word?" Punk knew he'd ignited that lustful spark in the man when Dean's eyes lit up and he shook his head at him.

"How about you show me why I need one then?.."

Punk grinned, running the tip of his tongue over his lip ring as he pondered over the slightly younger man's words. "Nah.. don't want to break you, Dean. How about you say one word you'd never say during sex and we move on from there?" he knew the man's glare meant Dean was only getting impatient as of right now. The Chicagoan tilted his head "Where you from?"

Dean frowned in confusion but answered anyway, deciding to ignore the man's teasing for now "I'm from Ohio.." his voice was guarded and eyes distrusting.

"That explains it."

"What?" Punk's words only made him more guarded and he stepped back a little but Punk wasn't about to let that happen. The blond reached out and grabbed Dean by the forearm, tugging him back a little. "Get the fuck off. What did you mean?" Dean was usually touchy when it came to his hometown, especially since he got shit from people all the time. When he felt Punk let him go, he relaxed slightly but kept his smoky eyes focused on Punk's olive ones.

"Just that your sexy ass accent makes sense now.. I see where you got it from." He shrugged and though he felt awkward saying that after how Dean reacted, he kept his gaze on the man, never shrinking back.

Dean felt like a complete prick but he didn't make it known, instead he just shrugged at the man "Not the only thing that's sexy" he muttered as he felt Punk's hand on his arm again, looking down to the tattooed fingers and trying to ignore the physical attraction he felt for the man by tugging his hand away. "Care to answer how I'm supposed to believe you can handle me?" he drawled out.

It was then that Punk realized Dean was less trusting than Jericho when it came to these things so he'd have to earn the man's trust slowly. "I guess you won't be happy until you see it, huh?" he asked, reaching for Dean again, his gaze never leaving the younger man's face as he wrapped his fingers around the man's arm "Unless you're scared of letting go?" he asked, a bit of teasing in his voice. The look on Dean's face let him know he was getting somewhere so Punk carried on "..You won't break me, Dean. I can handle myself, besides why the fuck would I have been recommended to you if they had any doubt in me?" He challenged, feeling Dean's arm tense up under him and letting go.

"I have been known to get carried away, already lost a few from the ones you work with.." he said honestly, his voice no longer guarded but still hesitant. Dean tilted his head at Punk, almost expecting the man to leave so seeing the grin on his face caught Dean off guard.

Punk licked his lips and kneeled on the bed so he could be at Dean's eyelevel, smirking at the man and shrugging "What if I say I like when people get carried away? It lets me know they're feeling pleasure?" he smirked at the look he got from Dean and leaned a bit closer to him "And I love it rough, Ambrose. Don't you ever doubt that." Punk got ready to tease the man with a small kiss but Dean didn't give him any room for that, the man grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled Punk close to him, smashing their lips together in a hungry kiss. He gasped into the man's mouth, not used to being handled around in the bedroom, and kissed back fervently until Dean tugged his hair hard, drawing a long moan out of him and forcing them to break the kiss. Punk panted quietly and slowly opened his eyes, seeing Dean staring at him with pure lust. The look made him shiver and he tried to sit back on his legs but Dean growled at him.

"That goddamn mouth of yours is gonna get you into a shit ton of trouble, Phillip." He purred out, the way he said Punk's name actually making it sound good even to Punk. "What if I say rough is an understatement?"

Punk shivered at the man's claim, tilting his head back when Dean tugged his hair again and rasping out "Then I say show me." He held the man's gaze, knowing Dean needed to warm up to him in his own way and if this is what the client wanted.. well it would be what he got. Besides, if he was being completely honest, finally being the one getting manhandled felt exhilarating. It wasn't something he'd do on a daily basis but Dean just made it so easy to give up control. Punk felt Dean bite his lip hard as the man's grip on his hair never faltered so he leaned up and gripped Dean's hips hard, pulling the man as close as he could and fighting for dominance.

What seemed like hours of their tongues rolling together with both men striving to get the upper hand over the other, Dean wrapped his arms around the blond's waist and smoothed his hands over Punk's back until his hands landed on the firm muscles of his ass. Punk arched back against the touch despite his muscles tensing up when Dean started rubbing the globes "Fuck.." he breathed out against the younger man's lips, feeling Dean take advantage and shove his tongue in Punk's mouth, sucking Punk's tongue into his mouth and starting the duel all over again. Punk whined, unable to remember when was the last time he felt a kiss this intense, a kiss that literally forced his thoughts into a frenzy, his pace racing as his body craved more of the contact.

Feeling Punk's body almost tremble against his own after his rough treatment, Dean knew the other man really did love it rough. He rutted their hips together, pushing Punk back and forcing the man to shift back on the bed until Dean had enough room to join him in bed. The younger man immediately broke the kiss with a soft tug of Punk's lip and licked and sucked his way down the blond's neck until he reached the man's exposed collarbone "Perfection.." he purred as he grazed his teeth over Punk's collarbone as roughly as he dared in order not to leave marks, grinning against the tattooed skin when Punk cursed again and shoved his hips forward roughly, almost mewling at the friction their covered lengths made together. He chuckled softly and moved his hands to grip Punk's hips, stilling them "Easy there.. I don't even know if I'm keepin' ya, Punk. I needa see how much you can take." He rasped out, gently sucking and biting on the man's exposed skin as his fingers skillfully undid the buttons of Punk's plaid shirt. Dean shoved Punk back, adjusting the man so he was on his back and started ravishing his lean body, spending extra time on the artwork covering his body.

Punk cursed and tried arching up again "For Christ's sake! I can fucking take all of you. Everything. No hold barred. Give. It. To. Me." He tried reaching down for Dean's hair but gasped as the man slapped the side of his covered thigh hard after hissing at him. Punk glared at Dean and got ready to mouth off again but felt the man's weight shift off him and watched as Dean pulled off his own shirt and shoved down his tight-fitting jeans, seeing the man completely nude under them made a shiver run through Punk's body.

Dean smirked at the look of appreciation on Punk's face and stroked himself softly "On your fuckin' knees. You like using that damn mouth so much, let's make it worth my time."

The way he said that made Punk shiver, the blond looking at Dean defiantly and glowering at him "I can be worth your time in more ways than one.. so don- AH!" he stopped as Dean firmly grasped his hair and tugged him up on his hands and knees, the younger man getting in Punk's face.

"I'm gonna fuck your goddamn loud mouth and you're gonna like it." he told Punk, expecting to see fear in the blond's eyes like he'd seen many times before in other escort's faces but he was pleasantly surprised to see nothing but lust and defiance in the man's eyes. Still, Punk opened his mouth and let Dean slide his thick girth inside as he closed his eyes to let the man have his way with him. He aroused a whine from Punk when he tugged his hair again "Open your fucking eyes. You're not some cheap whore."

The way Dean said it with such certainty made Punk's eyes flutter open, his glossed-over, green orbs staring straight into Dean's almost gray ones. He smirked around the man's member and hummed softly, the action earning a sharp thrust of Dean's hips. And thank the sex gods that Punk had no gag reflex because he swore he saw stars with how deep that one went. He growled around Dean's hardness, meeting the man's eyes and bobbing his head back and forth as fast as he could, sucking slowly, just teasing the man for now. Minutes of teasing later, Dean looked like he was about ready to lose it and the man gripped Punk's head hard as he started fucking into him with a brutal pace. Punk felt his member straining in his jeans and almost fucked the bed to get some sort of relief but as soon as Dean's thrusts sped up he decided to introduce the man to his favorite weapon. Punk swirled his tongue around Dean's throbbing hardness as he started sucking harder and harder, running the barbell on his tongue along the protruding vein on the underside of Dean's dick. When he felt the man's hands tighten on his hair his eyes fluttered closed for the briefest of seconds, getting a sick pleasure from the violence used today.

Dean thought Punk was already a keeper since the man was able to deepthroat him without so much as a whine or whimper in complaint but once he felt the cool metal sliding over his cock, that coupled with the smooth ring wrapped snugly around his hardness brought forth a level of pleasure he'd never felt from a blowjob. He fisted Punk's hair harder "Fuck.. just like that, suck that cock!" he drawled out, his accent on as thick as it would get, voice laced with desire. Dean gasped as Punk pulled back enough to press the small ball against his slit then the blond bastard ran it back down the underside, sucking with renewed haste. He let out a string of curses as he threw his head back and bucked into the man's mouth, shoving his dick in Punk's throat as far as it would go as he came hard.

Punk pulled back at the first feeling of the man's warm cum hitting his throat, swallowing quickly to avoid being choked and gently swirling his tongue around Dean's member as he sucked him dry, moaning at the taste of Dean's seed and swallowing down everything he could. He waited until the younger man calmed down enough to release his limp member, gently flicking his tongue ring over the man's sensitive balls before pulling back and grinning at Dean.

He couldn't help the smirk on his face right then, loving that he'd made the initially demanding man feel so much pleasure with just his mouth. Punk sat on his legs again, adjusting his bulge as he got ready to move away and take care of his own problem. It wasn't that Punk didn't want help more that he still needed to learn each client's preferences and right now Dean looked like he was fully sated so he moved to get up but the feeling of Dean shoving him onto his back once more made him shiver, looking up at the blond with a confused look.

"You're not about to chicken out, are ya Punk?" he purred, voice completely wrecked from the screams and moans but somehow still managing to make it sound low like that. Dean rubbed the palm of his hand over Punk's straining bulge, earning a low whine from the older man before feeling Punk wrap his arms around him and pull him down for a dirty kiss. Dean, not usually one to give in to that shit did so without a second thought, tonguefucking the man's mouth, rolling their tongues around again and again, every time he felt the small barbell, a shiver running through him. Dean grunted and quickly undid the man's jeans, shoving them –along with his boxers– most of the way down, feeling Punk kick them off the rest of the way then grind himself against Dean's hips.

The feelings of lust Dean's actions flooded him with left him speechless, unable to give a smart answer for that comment for the time being before feeling Dean straddle him and before he could ask what Dean was doing, he felt a firm hand around his cock, sliding a condom on him then.. warmth. Tight, perfect, amazing heat surrounding his hard cock. He vaguely heard Dean scream out in pained pleasure but his mind was floating, nothing but pleasure filling his senses. Punk felt Dean start bouncing on his cock like there was no tomorrow (and honestly if this was Punk's last night, fuck what a way to go) and soon both of their rough curses and pants filling the small hotel room.

Dean's walls were stretched past their limit, he could have sworn he felt Punk's hard dick ripping him into two pieces but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. He grabbed Punk's shoulders hard, grinding his hips back as hard as he could and as soon as he found his own spot, everything only got faster and hotter. He panted and whined above the older man, his dick hard once again and bouncing against his abs with every thrust Dean gave. He felt the older man's hands on his hips, pulling him down harder and harder, Punk's thickness throbbing inside him felt too fucking amazing. Dean shivered violently as he fucked himself a few more times before cumming on the man's abs and chest without so much as a touch.

"Holy fuck!" he growled, tightening his grip on Dean's hips as he fucked Dean through his orgasm, or tried to. But as soon as Dean's walls spasmed at the peak of his orgasm, Punk was lost. He came hard, head thrown back and mind reeling from the intensity of his release. He was so lost he didn't even realize he'd called out Dean's name or the man was practically laying on him, moving his hips slowly for Punk to come off his high. Too soon, he felt Dean lift himself off so he habitually took off the condom and tied it, reaching to toss it in the wastebasket before sitting up a little. "Well.. goddamn.. tell me I fucking passed because I can sure as hell get used to that."

Dean laughed, shaking his head and nudging Punk softly "With flying fucking colors." He informed the man, watching Punk slip on his clothes again and get up, the man clearly expecting it to just be a fuck and dip. Dean shifted a bit on the bed, finding his boxers and sitting up in bed, grabbing Punk's wrist just as the man started bragging and saying he'd see him soon. He gestured back to the bed "I.. You mind stayin' a bit? Just so I can calm myself again, plus.. we should probably talk about future shit." He added the last part just for Punk's benefit, not wanting it to seem that he was getting attached. Dean had nothing but physical attraction for Punk but he was a known cuddler after sex, sue him.

Punk furrowed his brows at the question but agreed regardless, unbuttoning his shirt again upon Dean's request but leaving everything else –except shoes– on as he lay in bed. He let the slightly younger man rest on his chest, feeling Dean trace over his tattoos and smiling a bit as they got comfortable with each other. Not to be partial or anything, but Punk liked the ending to this session much more than his first one.

Once Dean got fully comfortable with the man, he dragged his nail along Punk's ink and soon after, a conversation about their hometowns got started. Both men finding that the other didn't associate good things with their hometown but they were still damn proud of being from there. They didn't go into too much detail other than Punk's fucked up family situation and Dean's drug-dependent mother; the knowledge only making Dean cuddle closer, as if he expected Punk to leave him after finding out what the inside of his head looked like. Little did he know that Punk was fascinated with people even remotely like him, people that knew pain but also found ways to turn it into something amazing.

Almost a full hour of exploring the surface of their childhood memories, talking about jobs, and even getting to know each other's kinks later, Punk felt Dean slowly slide off him, the man smirking lazily. He kept his gaze fixed on the younger man, letting Dean place a chaste kiss on his lips before he sat up, assuming it was Dean's way of kicking him out.

"If I don't move now.. I'll pass out and.. yeah. Shitty first impression and all." He chuckled, shaking his head, his eyes filled with joy and that after-sex glow as he watched Punk slip his shoes back on and button his shirt once again. "Thanks.. I enjoyed tonight. Hoping to see you sooner rather than later." He informed Punk before watching the man leave after saying his own goodbyes. Dean sighed, chuckling quietly to himself as he dropped back on the bed, his body aching in the best of ways after tonight. He made a note to check the site tomorrow and start planning his next visit.. but for now, he just needed to rest his body.

…

Punk stared at the screen for a few seconds, frowning at the message lighting it up but managing to type up a reply before calling Colt.

"Yeah?"

He smiled at the sound of the man's voice "If your boss asks about your well-being repeatedly, is it him thinking you can't handle your shit?" Colt's laughter rang through the phone and Punk glared at the wall, pretending it was Colt.

"Hello, Punkers. Trouble in the office so soon?" he snickered "..uh, man. I can't help you there. I don't even know the guy. But.. I doubt it's him thinking that shit. If not he wouldn't have hired you."

The way Colt said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world made Punk grumble to himself before sighing "Yeah.. I guess. But how the fuck am I supposed to know for certain? I feel like this guy has goddamn mood swings with me and you know how I hate that shit. It's like he likes me and thinks I'm capable but at the same time he wants to smother me with a pillow in my sleep. He texted me this morning about if I was still okay after meeting yesterday's client.. like if the fucker thought I would break or something!"

Colt laughed once again, letting the man finish his rant before saying –in the most serious voice: "Except that'd be impossible since you hardly sleep. And when you do, any small movement can wake you up."

Punk huffed "Can you stop being an ass for 90 seconds and answer me?"

Colt pulled the phone from his ear and glanced at the screen "It's been 124.. I think I'll go on withdraw if I be nice for longer." He chuckled before humming "I'm fuckin' with you, Punkers.. His mood swings could be 'cause of that breakup you told me about after your interview… fuck I'd be pissed too. But I could be wrong. I don't know.. why don't you ask one of the other gigolos? I'm sure you've made at least one friend, right?"

It was then that Punk felt guilty for not telling his best friend about that JoMo guy he'd spent the better part of the last three days talking to. He cleared his throat, completely ignoring Colt's diss to his job and shrugging "Yeah. I got a friend.. he's.. something. A bit handsy but I hardly mind. He's got a good ass."

Colt huffed, shaking his head and wishing he was with Punk to smack him over his head "You've been holding back on me in the office tales.. but yeah, whatever. Go ask that guy or something. Fuck. He'd be more help."

Punk nodded "Yeah. I'll text him or something. Thanks, man.. and sorry for calling you on your only break."

Colt growled "Text?! That's it.. your ass better be talking to me Friday night. .. we're still on right?"

"Yeah, man. We are.. and I'll update you. I've just had a lot on my mind I guess. Talk to you then?"

Colt huffed, not accepting the half-assed apology and definitely not going to let that go until Punk told him everything "Cool. See you Friday, Punkers.. have fun on your date." He huffed once more before ending the call.

Punk cursed as the line went dead, rubbing his hand over his face and groaning out as he slumped back on the couch. "Fucking great." Part of him knew Colt wasn't pissed but still, his guilt always got the better of him. He wallowed in his sorrow for a bit before pulling out his phone once again and sending a message to Morrison.

[Text] Hey, you.

Fuck. When did he get so comfortable with his coworker? Not even three minutes later, his phone buzzed and Punk smiled to himself

[Text] Look, don't take it personal. I just needed to know, checking up on my employees.

He furrowed his brows in confusion until he realized this message was from Cena. Punk groaned, clicking the home screen button and ignoring the damn text, not willing to talk about this with John at the moment. His phone buzzed again, this time a frustrated grumble escaping him as he opened it.

[Text] Hello, blondie. Ready to show me those piercings or are you wasting my time?

Punk let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, laughing at Morrison's text.

[Text] Where's the fun in that? And I'm never a waste of time, Morrison. ;)

[Text] But I did have a.. question for you.

The minutes that ticked by after Punk hit send felt like an eternity and Punk was close to jumping off the walls but instead he just stared at his phone, Seether blaring from his sound system only adding more tension for him. Just as he was about to toss his phone the damn thing lit up

[Text] Oh I know you're not. ;)

[Text] Ask away.

[Text] And sorry, dollface. I'm trying some clothes on. Got a session coming up. Xoxo

Punk cursed, shaking his head and looking at the phone in his hands for a bit as he thought about what he'd do now. He couldn't exactly wait until tomorrow since he had another meeting then and Friday was too far; besides, he had to discuss work with John and get his money wired early that day and the rest of the day was for Colt and him. Fuck.. Punk sighed and shrugged, hoping he wouldn't hate himself too much for this next text.

[Text] No problem.

[Text] You know what? Do you mind if I ask you in person? It's about the job and I just think it'd be easier. Mind meeting me after your session? I don't really sleep..

He thought it would be another eternity wait but the response came back almost immediately

[Text] Of course. Just text me where you want to meet and I'll get there ASAP.. I don't have a client tomorrow.

[Text] gtg. See you later. xoxo

Punk didn't even bother to reply after that, seeing as it was only 3:30 and he had most of a day to decide where to meet Morrison. That would be a problem. Would meeting in his apartment be dumb? Probably.. so where else? Fuck. What did he get himself into? Punk sighed and lounged on his couch, trying not to think too hard but just as he was blanking his mind his phone buzzed once more. He read the name on the message before reading the text and sighing softly as Cena's name lit up the screen. "Goddammit."

[Text] Okay so that last message was bullshit. I just want to protect you, I see the company you're keeping and after last night's client..

Punk felt anger rise up inside him, not even bothering to read the rest and growling out as he began furiously typing away

[Text] Correct me if I'm wrong but I'm pretty sure you chose the client for me.. and even if you didn't what we do is our own business so long as I'm not breaking rules. And don't go fucking telling me about the company I keep, Morrison has been the nicest fucking person I've met thus far.

He hit send, his stomach flipping once he'd realized he just cursed out his boss. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Not a good way to start off the second week. Still, Punk knew he was right and he wouldn't waver. He glanced at their conversation one more time before suddenly knowing where he wanted to meet Morrison later. Punk started typing up his message, mind geared toward one thing: prove a point.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this smut and slight drama chapter. :3 I have a lot of ideas swirling around my head so it might be a while for any suggestions to be written in but I am actually taking them into account. Thank you for your input. Review? :)