A/N: Shit's been attacking my mind lately so sorry if this chapter is lower quality.
AnetteBP: Sorry, babe. Didn't mean to do that but let's just say my muses have me that way as well. Hope at least some of this chapter makes up for it.
Wolfiebaby: Ouch. Disliking Cena that much? :P And you're not the first to tell me about Colt/Punk so I see it. ;D
Vindictive John Dark Fantasy: I feel it's about time I jump back to John for a few chapters to help shed some light, eh? :)
Lamentomori: Glad you think so. :] and yeah Cena is a bit hostile but I'll be explaining some of that hopefully in this chapter and the next. As for Punk's weird quirks, he finds it easier doing so with people he doesn't have to see on a daily basis (except w/Colt of course) so yeah. ._.
On to the story! :]
"When did you get so demanding?"
Colt grinned and shrugged "..when I realized you needed it." he stated simply, his smirk only getting wider as he looked into the blond's bright eyes.
Punk swatted Colt's side but stayed in his position, gazing back at his friend and sucking his lip ring lightly as he started tilting his head back down. But he felt Colt cup his chin, the man knowing all his tells and his thoughts most of the time, and pull his face back up. Punk knew Colt was going to say something so he leaned forward and pressed their lips together, much slower than what they'd been used to at one point. He gripped the bigger man's shirt and tugged him closer, leaving the kiss at its soft pace.
Colt knew what Punk was doing right now yet for some reason he couldn't help but give in to Punk's need of feeling truly wanted by someone. He shoved all thoughts aside in order to fully enjoy this (he'd deal with the negative side effects later) as he wrapped an arm loosely around his best friend, kissing Punk back softly but pulling the man against his chest. He felt his lungs burn for air but the last thing he wanted to do was pull away so he bit Punk's lip softly, earning a soft gasp from the man and taking that chance to inhale a little before pushing his warm tongue into Punk's mouth. Colt felt the blond practically melt into the kiss and smiled against his warm lips as he traced his tongue over the man's barbell then went back to swirling their tongues together. He heard Punk moan quietly and lifted the lighter man, planting Punk on his lap and smoothing his hands over Punk's slim back until he reached his long hair and tangled his fingers there.
He didn't bother to fight the emotional and physical attraction he felt for his best friend, letting Colt dominate the kiss for a while but as soon as he was lifted to Colt's lap, Punk grinned and leaned most of his weight on the man. He cupped Colt's head in his hands and tilted his head as he shoved his tongue against Colt's, fighting for control and soon getting it. Punk hummed happily as his tongue explored every inch of Colt's mouth again, his blunt nails dragging against the man's short hair. He sucked Colt's tongue lightly, his own massaging Colt's warm muscle in the way he would a cock. Punk shivered lightly as he felt Colt's member twitch under his ass and grinned, started to roll his hips against Colt's. "I'm glad you remember what my tongue feels like down there.." he breathed out softly as he started kissing along Colt's jaw.
'I'm in the mood
The rhythm is right
Move to the music
We can roll all night!
Ooooh..
Slow ride, take it easy'
Punk cursed against the man's skin "Fucker chose the perfect moment to call. Why did you turn that shit on again?" he grinned a bit, tugging Colt's bottom lip lightly "You better manage to get me back in the mood again after I talk to him. I mean it.." he warned, seeing the fogged up look on Colt's face and smiling softly as he rolled off the man and reached under Colt's body for the phone, hearing it repeat the chorus for the third time and rolling his eyes. He heard Colt mumble insults to himself for turning on the phone and chuckled, pushing his blond hair off his face before sitting against Colt once again and answering the call before Morrison's ringtone started again "What's up?" he breathed out softly, reaching his free hand to stroke the side of Colt's arm, making sure the man knew he didn't forget about him.
"…did I call in a bad time?"
Punk flushed a bit but answered quickly "No. Why do you ask? I was.. expecting your call." He looked at Colt sheepishly before focusing on Morrison again.
"Punky, don't you dare lie to me. I work getting men to sound like that. I can call back later… didn't know you had a man."
Punk rolled his eyes "Would you shut the fuck up and talk to me already? And I mean about your questions and everything else." He avoided the accusation with expertise, knowing he would be potentially hurting someone's feelings no matter what he answered. He heard an annoyed huff from Morrison and rolled his eyes again, draping a leg over Colt and feeling the man start to trace over his jean-clad muscle.
"Fine, fine. None of my business got it. … oh and I'm pretty sure the call was for you to update me on your meeting with Cena."
He huffed and leaned against Colt –as if seeking comfort– as he started recounting the meeting in its totality, glancing at Colt with a look that said he better be listening. Punk decided to leave out the part about Shawn to Morrison though since he didn't want to hear any potentially upsetting news about the man he looked at as a warm character. When he was done, he heard Morrison's giggle and frowned a bit, waiting for him to say anything.
"God he's a diva." He shook his head and sat back on his couch before readjusting the phone to his ear "Anyway.. do you wanna hear most of it, I mean at least what I know or would you rather live blissfully unaware?"
Punk weighed the options, remembering Colt's warning as he glanced up at Colt and got a soft shrug from the man before Colt squeezed him lightly. He relaxed and nodded "tell me what you know.."
Morrison sucked in a deep breath "Okay.. A few years back, right after I just started in the business, I walked into the office when an argument between Vince and John broke out. Basically, the old man was tired of John underperforming and dropping a few of his clients on account of them being too demanding or too weak-boned for him… so he told him that he'd gotten him a client and John had to stick with this one no matter what or he'd be fired for being 'inadequate' according to him." Morrison took a small breath "I didn't really think much of that since I knew Vince could be a hardass if necessary.. but soon John and Vince started becoming great friends and the old man would basically place John on a pedestal in front of all of us.. whatever. He got promoted and now is literally on a pedestal before us all during meetings" he snorted lightly "I figured, you know.. shit must've changed with John's profits but just last year Cody and I heard Vince tell John that 'Hunter was having trouble with Steph so John was to decrease his sessions until further notice' or else Vince's daughter would find out.." he rolled his eyes "..and Cody being the loud-mouthed bastard he always was.. spread it around the office. It wasn't until John called us all into another meeting and put everyone in their place.. going off about how we were subordinate to him and had to show him respect because he almost had the power to fire each of us.. He went all Vader on us and I swear it was the most annoying shit ever."
Punk heard Morrison huff again and was silent, processing everything that'd just been told to him and .. well.. it wasn't that unbelievable for the right hand to be put into power because of deceit and immorality. It was New York for Jeebus's sake. He rubbed his temples and looked up when Colt started stroking his hair again, smiling gratefully at the man before sighing into the phone "Okay.. that still doesn't explain his hostility toward you or the way he became the anti-Christ when he found out I talked to you.."
Morrison giggled and shrugged as if Punk could see him "Anti-Christ.. heh. Oh that happened when I wouldn't bow down to him like everyone else in the office seemed to. He started calling me out in meetings since he thought I spread the rumors around and I told him if he were a real boss he'd know which of his employees it really was.." he rolled his eyes "..that obviously didn't sit well and he punished the entire office by making lameass mandatory meetings every week to make sure everyone was 'psychologically adept' for this job.. whatever the fuck that means.. and that still hasn't made me his bitch like 95% of the others so.. here we are."
Punk rolled his eyes and grumbled, sitting up a little but making sure to stay close enough for Colt to keep stroking his hair "So you're the fucking reason I have to wake up at the ass of dawn for that 5 minute meeting on my only day off?" he huffed, feigning anger towards the brunette "I should kick you in the balls next time I see you."
"Kinky.." Morrison laughed before shrugging "..eh as long as you don't give me the hell most others have since Cena turned into a bigger prick after word got out and stop talking to me altogether… before you came 'round I basically only talked to Rose and Michaels but never much really." He shrugged again, twirling a strand of hair on his finger.
"Nah, I will talk to anyone as long as they don't start acting like complete assholes to me. Only one I've cutoff from personal affairs is Cena but other than that, I don't give a fuck." He said with the utmost certainty as he felt Colt start to lightly tug his hair. Punk shivered and shot the bigger man a warning glare
"Good to know, Punky. I'll hold you to that whenever I feel like hanging out on our free time." He promised, grinning to himself.
Punk nodded at Morrison's words "And I'll be here waiting on you like some obsessed chick." He snickered before hearing Colt's slight snort and feeling the man start to massage his scalp again. Punk looked up at him and was about to whisper for him to shut up or leave when Morrison spoke up.
"Again, holding you to that. I'll expect to see you in some cute dress.. until then, I'll talk to you later, not all of us get Friday off." He retorted ".. I have a session later in the day and I need to get some sleep."
"Oh.. yeah, man no worries. Thanks for filling me in I guess.. and get some rest. You don't wanna fall asleep on some fat man.. or under him, you know whatever rocks your boat." He teased, hearing Morrison curse at him before telling him he'd text him later, then the line cut. Punk scoffed, shaking his head as he pulled the phone away from his ear. No sooner had he pressed the home button than Colt pulled his hair lightly again, making him growl and straddle the man's waist again "What the hell do you think you're doing? Doing that shit when I'm talking to a coworker."
"Bite me. The gigolo hung up first.. and it's his fault for interrupting." Colt huffed before letting out a soft moan when Punk bit his covered shoulder hard, the blond rolling their hips together with renewed enthusiasm.
"Careful what you wish for." He chastised, grinning at Colt as he started kissing and sucking the man's jaw and neck. Punk indulged his innermost need, making soft marks on the skin before biting down hard and leaving a bruise he knew would last a few days "Hm.. I think you like it though." He teased, lifting himself up before starting to rut against Colt once more, their kissing and touching getting more insistent as both of them got wound up even more quickly after that damn interruption. And it was because Punk had a lot on his mind that he needed this. Needed Colt. He needed familiarity and raw passion more than anything right now. It seemed that his best friend was the only thing that made sense to him anymore.
Colt didn't bother to answer, well actually he couldn't. When he got lost in pleasure, Colt made very little noise other than small pleas and sounds of pleasure. But he was feeling himself get more turned on by the second as Punk ground on him and marked him up like he used to so long ago. He arched against Punk as the man ran the barbell along his throbbing pulse "Phil.." he whined, knowing that's what Punk was waiting for. He felt Punk tug off his shirt following it with removing his own buttoned one and soon the blond's slender fingers were at his jeans, clawing at the material of Colt's jeans.
Punk growled and grumbled, cursing under his breath and making marks on any patch of skin he could get his lips on as he rid them of both their clothes, kicking off his jeans and shoes quickly, the action letting Colt lift his hips to remove his own clothing. Soon they were naked and rolling against each other like lovestruck teens, hands and mouths exploring each other as Punk moaned out words and commands at Colt, Colt silently obeying and whimpering quietly whenever he needed more.
He wasn't sure when they got where they were, but Colt would be lying if he said he wished Punk would've ridden the fuck out of him instead of having him pinned against the back of the couch as he pounded into him. Colt gasped, pushing back against Punk desperately as the blond found his spot; he clawed at Punk's couch, burying his face against it as he tried to hold back his moans. But as soon as Punk slammed forward again and dug his nails into Colt's skin as he barked out the order for Colt to let him hear how much he liked it, Colt shivered. He bit down on his own hand just as Punk bit the side of his neck and growled out the same command again "Fuck! I .. god, I love it so fuckin' much.. h-harder, baby! I'm so close.." Colt started murmuring swears and words of pleasure as Punk repeatedly bucked into his tight heat, clawing the couch even more as he started pushing back in time with Punk, his body tensing up but he felt Punk firmly grab the base of his cock and pound into him even harder, hitting his prostate every time until he felt Punk's warm seed fill him again. Colt groaned out, tossing his head back and clenching around Punk as the need to release became higher "Please.. Punk.. please. I fuck.. hurts…"
Punk allowed himself his completion, rolling his hips against Colt's as he went soft in the man's heat, loving the buzz that came from releasing inside someone again. He slowly pulled out of Colt, hearing him start to beg again and lightly nibbling his ear as he whispered "Don't want you to ruin my expensive couch." He rasped out before releasing Colt, dropping to his knees, and turning Colt around, seeing the man was trying very hard not to let himself go. Punk grinned up at Colt and kissed the head of his member, swirling his tongue around it lightly before opening his mouth wide and sucking Colt into his mouth. He started swirling his tongue around the hardened member and sucking voraciously as he gripped Colt's thighs hard. He felt the man's hands at his hair again and soon felt Colt tugging his blond locks; Punk growled softly and started swallowing around Colt, his tongue working twice as fast to get Colt to completion. He looked up at the man, locking gazes with him and winking as he began humming quietly. Punk felt Colt buck forward before the man's seed landed on his tongue and Punk started swallowing everything he could down. He smirked lazily as he pulled himself off Colt's flaccid cock and stood up again, lightly pushing Colt against the couch "Much better than coming against the couch, yeah?" he teased, voice completely wrecked from what he'd just done but it was so worth it.
Colt huffed and nodded, brushing Punk's hair out of his face again and placing a chaste kiss on his lips "Definitely." He breathed out as he stood up straight, finding the action slightly uncomfortable, he looked at Punk sheepishly, earning a laugh from the blond. Colt saw Punk walk around and pick up Colt's boxers, tossing them to the bigger man before pulling on his own. "Thanks.." he whispered, rolling his eyes when Punk grinned at him and going to lay on the couch again, fully okay with what just happened and why. He watched as Punk started the Dead Silence movie and approached the couch, Colt started sitting up for the man but Punk shook his head and gestured for Colt to scoot back. Punk slid in after him and cuddled up against his bare chest, the smaller man looking at the screen with avid interest. Colt grinned and draped an arm over Punk, resting his head on the armrest and watching the movie with his best friend as he prepared himself for the rest of their Friday together seeing as they were off to a pretty great start.
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John sighed as he straightened out his tie, riding the elevator up to the floor and hotel room he so often visited. He was not in the mood for this today, much less after knowing that the only employee he had a chance of making a good impression with was probably talking to Morrison about him behind his back.. and hell knew Morrison couldn't shut up. He heard the light ding of the elevator and rubbed a hand over his face, walking out of the elevator and attempting to leave his troubles behind in that small metal box. John walked down the hall and took a left when necessary, knocking on the door and not even dropping his hand before Hunter opened the door and grabbed him by his wrist, pulling him in quickly.
"You're late."
John suppressed the urge to roll his eyes "I know. Traffic. It's New York and you refuse to get a hotel closer to my condo."
He heard John gasp as he fisted his hair harshly and dragged John's face to meet his "Did I ask why?" he saw the look of dejection and slight hurt from John and smirked softly when he was sure John wasn't looking before softly pressing their lips together as his hands attacked John's body, feeling all the hard muscle they could reach until John melted into his kiss and Hunter was able to take control. He pushed the younger man against the wall and groped John's ass hard, breaking their kiss to graze over John's strong jaw "Such a tight little ass. Steph's couldn't even hold a candle to yours.. so hard and sexy." Hunter felt John tremble against him, the man's eyes dazed already "strip. And turn around so I can see that ass." He ordered, feeling John twitch under him before the man nodded and kicked off his shoes before tugging his slacks and boxers down, shimmying out of them.
John bit his lip hard, mind already blank and completely in submission mode right now. Hell, he had to stop thinking about things at some point if not he'd go insane during every session with Hunter. He left his shirt on since that's how Hunter liked it and stepped back a little after Hunter moved away before facing the door and bending down for Hunter to look him over. John shivered, feeling Hunter's eyes on him and soon the man's large hands cupping his round ass. He swallowed and pushed back against the touch lightly until he felt Hunter's dry fingers press against his pucker. John whined, shaking his head and getting ready to ask for lube but the man pushed them inside and John slumped a little, letting out a groan of pain. Hunter must've mistaken it for pleasure because he started thrusting his thick digit in and out, adding another one too soon and making John whimper out sadly "Hunter.. hurts.."
He rolled his eyes at the man's noises of displeasure and slowly pulled his fingers out, smacking John's ass hard "Kneel over the bed." He ordered, not even bothering to apologize because his father-in-law had made it very clear to Hunter that there was no need to treat John with niceties. Hunter saw John get in his position and licked his lips, walking over to John and spreading the man's cheeks. He saw the reddened skin and grinned a bit before unzipping his jeans and letting them fall to the floor along with his boxers. Hunter saw John tense up and sighed, smoothing the back of his hand over John's side "You look fuckin' hot, John.. gonna take that tight ass hard and make you scream."
John wasn't sure whether Hunter meant from pleasure or pain but he was sure it was the latter as the older man spat in his hand and John heard the telling sound of wet skin sliding together; he knew what was coming, it happened often. But no matter how many times it happened, John couldn't get used to it or hope that this time was different. He groaned out heavily and buried his face against the soft mattress in hopes that it would help make this go easier as Hunter thrust into him. John could feel that the man was taking him bare, knowing it was against the rules but this client could do whatever the fuck he wished. He grit his teeth and clenched his ass hard in an attempt to get this man out of him as quickly as possible. He heard the man moan loudly and soon the pace quickened, knowing that Hunter didn't usually last very long once the pace was harsh. John bit his lip hard and pushed back against the man, rolling his hips in an attempt to find his own spot seeing as the man didn't give a fuck. When he found it, he stayed in that angle and pushed back hard with every thrust Hunter made. John had been visiting Hunter long enough to know that when the man was in one of these moods either he helped himself off or he stayed hard. He felt the man speed up and groaned out, his dick throbbing against the mattress as he tried to lift himself up just enough to get his hand down there as he started stroking himself rapidly, a quick image of Randy doing this to him flashed in his head and John groaned out loudly, bucking into his fist as he came.
Hunter felt the man come before him, shivering and cursing out. It was rare he got John off before himself but Hunter loved the sudden tightness so he gripped John's hips painfully as he slammed his hips forward, the sound of their skin slapping together driving him over the edge as he soon filled John with his release. He felt John droop against the mattress and cursed as he slid out of the man without so much as caring if John was okay. Hunter patted the man's back patronizingly "Good as always, John. Come back soon." He teased, leaving the man in that position before walking into the shower.
John felt his eyes burn but held back the tears, remembering how much harder Hunter treated him after seeing him cry once. He dressed himself again, buckling his belt as he walked down the hallway as he needed to escape as quickly as possible. As soon as John was in the elevator he let out a small breath, biting his lip hard 'it'll be too late to get out'. He felt tears filling his eyes again and punched the metal wall, the pain sobering him enough to keep the tears from coming. It already was too late, couldn't Shawn see that?
The way home was a daze for John, usually he went out drinking after Hunter's session or buried himself in paperwork but tonight he had absolutely no energy left, having gone through hell with Punk in the morning. Punk. John had been a downright ass to him all because he was dreading this moment and because he felt the need to keep his guard up around his employees now. He bit his lip and mentally cursed himself as he parked the car and all but ran up the steps and into his condo. John tossed his keys on the table and took the stairs two at a time as he headed into the bathroom. He took a long, hot shower in an attempt to clear his mind a bit but it wasn't working and thoughts of how this all started and how he let himself get carried away in trusting in the wrong people which led him to be stuck here now. Stuck here being, quite literally, Hunter's dirty whore.
John shut the water off and stepped into his robe before walking straight down to his dining room again. He pulled out the whiskey and a short tumbler, adding a few ice cubes into it before sitting himself at the table and starting to drink one glass after the other.
Somewhere between one glass and laying on the floor of his living room, John managed to find his phone and typed a quick message to Punk
[Text] Sorry. W need 2 tlk.
He looked at the phone, realizing it was 3am and Punk was probably asleep so he curled up in his robe, staring at the pattern of the city lights that shone through his window and up onto his ceiling. John didn't know what he'd tell Punk, hell he didn't know if he'd even talk to him at all.. but he knew he was tired of everyone thinking they knew everything. Maybe it was time one person (other than Vince) found out the whole truth.. or maybe it was inappropriate and Punk didn't give a shit.
John groaned, sitting up and reaching for his drink from the table, finishing it off then resting his head against the edge of the couch, closing his eyes as he tried to forget, wishing that for one night this damn problem wouldn't consume him.
…
John sat up suddenly and regretted the action immediately. His head was throbbing and mouth dry as hell, he looked around, realizing he was on the living room floor and cursing as last night's events came back to him. John hit his head and cursed out again, another stupid action, before picking up his phone and sifting through the messages, praying to whatever the hell was up there listening to him that he didn't really send the message. But as soon as he read Punk's reply, his stomach dropped.
[Text] I'm sorry, Mr. Cena. I think you have the wrong number. I have an appointment today; I'll come by when it's time for my meeting. –Phillip B.
That's when John was more certain than ever that he'd pushed the last friend he could have in the office away. He glanced at his watch then remembered that he had nothing to do today so he got up and poured himself another drink. No better way to combat a hangover than with more alcohol, right?
A/N: The Cena scene was physically painful to write. I hope the niceness at the beginning made up for that. ;-; anyway, hope you guys enjoyed a bit more insight into John's life.. next chapter will be even more of his story.
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