A/N: Sorry about being MIA. I have been going through a bit of an episode and only thing keeping me sane is my girlfriend. Anyway, here you go and sorry again. As always, thank you for the reviews and being interested in my fic. :3 3
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He rubbed his temples and closed the laptop, shoving it away. How was it that Cena managed to ruin the bliss he felt after Colt let him know he was willing to try with just a few emails? Punk nuzzled against Colt's neck, feeling his lover stroke his hair the way he always had and sighing out quietly "What the hell do I have to do to get him to leave me alone?"
"…. Do you really want me to say it."
Punk groaned and reached up to cover Colt's mouth, shaking his head at him "..remember that you're dating me now. I'd watch your answer." He joked, resting his forehead against Colt's neck as he removed his hand.
"It's exactly because I'm dating you that I know I can't/won't beat around the bush."
"Sometimes I want to hate you for being so smart."
Colt snickered and shrugged "But you'll always love me more than you hate me.. that's why we work out so well."
"Shut it.. don't push your luck."
"… you know you'll at least have to reply to this one or else he'll hound you on Friday."
Punk huffed and pulled his head away to look at the man ".. that's considered 'pushing it' Cabana do not test me."
Colt laughed and kissed Punk's head "Just letting you know."
There was silence for a few minutes as Punk thought about his job and how this could be drama filled hell for him or it could be a much less murky sort of purgatory for him. Neither sounded good if he was being honest but one sounded way better than the other. He grunted and nuzzled Colt's neck again, nibbling his neck until he heard a small moan from the man. Punk smiled against the skin and relaxed again "Thanks.."
He let out a breath he was holding, looking down at Punk sort of confused "For?"
Punk grumbled "For not acting like I could just keep ignoring shit." he looked at Colt and pulled away so he could get his phone. "If I start shaking with anger promise to knock me out cold." He muttered before John answered and began rambling in his ear. He rolled his eyes "Could you let me tell you why I called?"
Silence.
"Thank you.. I have a little over an hour for lunch before I need to get ready for my appointment. We can meet up at the deli down the block from work or at work. You choose." He took a small breath "I'm only listening because I hate this drama that seems to roll off me.. if you so much as tell me what I should and shouldn't do with my spare time I'm leaving you there without a second glance."
Cena smirked, shaking his head at the way Punk spoke to him; it was just more proof that the man was different. He had seen more to him than the hard mask he'd put on when the rumors started. He heard Punk start asking him if he'd even been listening and nodded before clearing his throat "Yeah.. Okay, I'll see you at the Deli then. Thanks.. and I'm so-"
"Don't. If you were you wouldn't have sent me so many messages. Now if you don't mind I have more important things to do than listen to speculation."
He tried to suppress a chuckle "Yeah, okay. Bye."
"Later." He hung up and glanced over when he felt Colt shaking next to him. Punk saw the man covering his mouth with a napkin and laughing his ass off. He growled and swatted the man's head. "What?!"
"When did you become such a stuck-up, hard-ass?"
"Fuck off. I'm just done with his shit."
"You know you can't exactly listen to him if you are 'done with his shit' before you even show up, right?"
Punk groaned and turned, looking at Colt and giving him a slight scowl "You know how I just thanked you for being honest with me? I take that shit back. You are too level-headed for my liking and you can't be my boyfriend."
Colt grinned, running his hands up the blond's sides and leaving them resting on the man's ribs "Are you sure about that?"
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" he wondered, letting his thumbs run over the man's covered nipples "..is it just because I know you keep me around because I let you do anything to me? .. and you know I mean anything."
Punk swallowed, what little resolve he had left crumbling as he shook his head and leaned over to kiss and nibble the man's neck "How long?"
Colt grinned in success and pinched the hardened nub between his fingers "about an hour and a half now.."
He didn't waste more time, pushing his seat away from the counter and tugging Colt's arm to pull the man up to the room; luckily, he wasn't met with any resistance on the bigger man's behalf.
Once they were in the room, Punk groaned and shoved Colt on the bed, crawling over him and biting his neck hard enough to leave a mark. He heard the man groan and purred against him "I might keep you around just because you let me leave my mark on you.." he joked as he sucked a mark just under the collar of the man's shirt.
"Not leaving enough marks, Punk.."
Phil sat back and quickly pulled the man's clothes off before stripping his off and sucking the fading mark he'd left on Colt a few days ago, making it swollen and purple again. "I know.." was his only answer as he raked his nails up Colt's sides, grinding their members together and busying himself with making marks along the man's body.
"Fuck.. harder.."
Phil grunted and sharply bit down on Colt's hipbone, hearing the man almost whine and grinning at him as he looked up "Don't tell me what to do." he rasped out as he clawed the man's sides yet again, this time feeling the skin snag and moaning quietly when Colt bucked up against him, their cocks rubbing together.
Colt dropped his hands from the blond's sides and fisted the sheets, knowing he couldn't mark the man so doing the only other thing he could with his hands "Fine.. you use me how you want." He panted out, not even fully aware of what he'd said until he felt Punk's lips crashing against his own with a hunger that he hadn't felt in a long time. Colt moaned and kissed his lover back, arching up against him but as soon as he got into the kiss, Punk thrust into him without prep and Colt's head flew back against the mattress "Phil.." he whined as he tried to kiss the man again.
"You told me to use you.."
Colt shivered at that, a hand reaching up to cup the man's round ass, pulling Punk against him "Fuck.. yeah I did, you need me to keep spelling shit out for you?"
Punk growled and bit Colt's lip hard as he pulled out only to slam back in, the feeling of being buried inside Colt making him start to throb. "I need you to moan." He grabbed Colt's hips, pulling the man up as he started a furious pace. Punk did nothing but thrust into the man until hearing Colt whine and whimper from being close.
Just as he was sure to lose himself, Punk slowed his thrusts and kissed him sensuously; their lips rolled together perfectly, Punk's tongue ring only making it that much better for him. He felt Punk speed up the thrusts again, the man being relentless with the new angle. Colt arched perfectly off the bed when his spot was hit, moaning Punk's name repeatedly as his hand tightened on the man's ass.
Punk felt his body warm, goosebumps spreading over his skin as the man's fingers got dangerously close to his entrance. Punk was sure Colt had no idea it was happening but it felt amazing. He slowed his thrusts again, the action making Colt's hand grip his ass even harder and eliciting a low moan from the blond. He took a small breath before going at it once more, this time hitting Colt's spot over and over as his nails dug into the man's hips.
"Cl..close, Punk. Gonna.. fuck, I'm .. can't hold back."
Punk ignored the man's unspoken request for coming and slammed against Colt's spot again, leaning down as if to give the man a kiss but tilting his head last second and nibbling Colt's earlobe softly as he growled a simple command into the man's ear "finger-fuck me." Punk didn't know what he expected but he didn't think Colt was going to thrash around under him and moan even louder as Punk continued to hit his spot. It's as if the command set something off inside the bigger man; Punk felt Colt move around and pulled away to watch the man suck his finger quickly just to get it wet. The sight made Punk shiver with anticipation and as soon as Colt's finger was lined up with his pucker, Punk didn't wait. He rocked his hips back then slammed into the man again, repeating the motion and making Colt's index finger slip into his virgin hole. Punk gasped and screwed his eyes shut "Fuck.. fuck.."
Colt stopped the movement of his finger and though piercing Punk in any way was enough to drive him insane, he held back a little bit thinking that Punk wanted to stop so he started to pull his finger out..
"Don't you fuckin' dare!"
Colt shivered, hearing the edge in the man's voice and knowing Punk was in full control right now. He tentatively reached up to kiss the blond, feeling Punk slowly relax and going back to feeling around the man's heat for the small nub as his own prostate got hit with every one of Punk's thrusts. "Ph..Phil.. I can't.." he gasped out, finger buried inside the man's heat as he arched up, his body tense with the need to release.
Punk growled again and bucked against Colt's finger, gasping when the thick digit hit his prostate for the first time and his body buzzed. He thrust once more before shaking violently as his release washed over him, marking Colt's inner walls with his seed. Half way through the orgasm, Punk leaned down again and breathed against Colt's neck "Come."
Colt's body trembled once as his seed spilled out of him, his mind reeling from all the sensations taking over and just as he thought it couldn't get any better, Punk's lips were on his neck, marking him in the most obvious place. The message Punk was trying to send was clear: You're mine. And fuck.. that sounded perfect to Colt right now. He panted softly as he tried to regain his composure, pulling his finger out of Punk and feeling rather than hearing the man grunt a bit.
Punk's walls immediately clenched when the man pulled out so he lifted his hips up and slid out of Colt's heat. He leaned down to lap at the other man's seed, always loving the taste of his lover "You listen so well.." he purred, feeling Colt's chest heat up against his face and knowing the man was blushing right then so he pulled away from his lover's chest and looked up "It was a compliment.."
The words only made Colt's face redder "I know.."
"Then?"
"Just.. weird hearing you say it."
Punk blinked. "Do you not like when I talk like that?"
Colt quickly shook his head "Hell no, I love it… just not used to it again.. gonna take a while."
"So.. what I'm hearing is we need more practice for you to warm up to being mine again."
Colt flushed and squirmed a bit under Punk "Don't fuckin' say that. We don't have time for another round."
Punk looked over at the clock and gave an annoyed grunt "Fine." He finished cleaning Colt up with his shirt and tossed it aside as he pecked the bigger man's lips "..you need to get ready for work. Oh and.. we're experimenting after your shift… so don't come with that I'm tired bullshit." He teased, winking at Colt before forcing himself to get out of bed since he knew Colt wouldn't be the first to move. Punk tossed the man his clothes "Get dressed."
Colt hadn't even realized he'd so easily followed Punk's command until after he slid the last of his clothes on; that's when he blushed. He looked at Punk "How the hell do you do that?"
"Do what?"
He shook his head and muttered to himself as he stepped into his sneakers "Nevermind.."
Punk shrugged and got up, sliding into a pair of boxers then following Colt back out to the kitchen where he wrapped his arms around the other man's shoulders and nuzzled Colt's neck, idly kissing the fresh mark on the right side "I'll see you later?"
Colt smiled, looking up at Punk and kissing the man's arm softly before untangling himself from him "Yeah… for sure." He stretched a bit as he took a water bottle from the fridge and grabbed his keys again "You better leave time to play that new game." He joked, winking at Punk as his way of saying bye and walked out of the apartment.
…
John looked up at the clock on the wall for the tenth time in the last 15 minutes.. only 15 minutes? It seemed like longer. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, checking his phone for a message and right as he got ready to get up and call it quits, Punk walked in looking a little disheveled and John couldn't help but stare at the man.
"Shit. Sorry.. got uh.. tied up with some stuff."
John didn't know what it was about how Punk said it but he could have sworn there was a glow in his eyes.
Punk sat down across from John and waved the waitress over to order a fish sandwich "Anyway.. have you ordered?"
"Uh.." he'd been so preoccupied with waiting for Punk that he'd forgotten where he was.
"Well I have a feeling you'd like their Philly… my uh.. boyfriend always gets it."
John felt something boil deep inside him but only nodded and added his order to Punk's.
"Are you planning on talking at any point tonight or will this be a monologue from me?"
John nodded at that and took a drink from the glass of water he couldn't even remember being placed in front of him "Where do I start?"
Punk rolled his eyes, god this was going to require a lot more effort than just listening. He took a deep breath "Here's what I know, you just fill in the blanks: So you are basically the escort for a taken man but not any taken man as I'm sure all of us are to at least one, you're the boss's daughter's, husband's escort and it's speculated by the entire office that it's the reason why you are in charge around here which also leads into why you hate a certain one of my friends since you think he's the one that spread shit around." He stopped, seeing the wheels turn in John's head and sucking on the inside of his piercing as he waited for.. well anything.
Morrison.
"Uh.. so am I right? Can I walk away now if you have nothing else to add? I'll take my food to-"
John finally met Punk's gaze and shook his head "I have shit to add." He glanced at the clock fleetingly, 35 minutes. John sighed and fidgeted with his hands, trying to find the will to speak openly about his.. well paid rape going on. Thankfully, the waitress came back with their meals then and John was allowed a few moments to relax. He let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding "Never been so happy to see a damn steak sandwich." He laughed to himself, hearing Punk snort and glancing at him, feeling more relaxed than just moments ago.
Dork. His big, scary boss was a total dork.
"Don't look at me like that. This isn't shit I've fully come to grips with myself."
Punk softened at that, hating himself for being so sympathetic at the moment and busying himself with preparing his fish sandwich just how he liked it while John composed himself.
"three and a half years."
Punk almost didn't hear him but he looked back at John, frowning a bit.
"That's when it started.. at first I didn't really see the problem, all of our escorts are looking for an escape from reality kinda like us, right?" he didn't really wait for an answer before continuing "..anyway, Uh.. Vince told me I needed to step up my game and stay loyal to the clients that wanted me or else the business would get a bad rep. And I.. big idiot I am, asked him for advice so he tossed .. Hunter my way and .. the meetings slowly got more hard and harsh.. I like shit rough but.. there's a limit you know? And usually I'm taken care of too.." he trailed off their, suppressing a shudder as he looked down at his sandwich and felt his stomach turn. John slowly pushed the plate away as discretely as he could and looked back at Punk though there was a faraway look in his eyes "And a little over a year ago, I had to stop the sessions with most of my clients except two since.. I don't really have the energy or the uh.. physical strength to have sex that many times a week." John flushed at that, the confession obviously making him feel embarrassed "..at least not since Vince told Hunter he could abuse me any way he wanted since I wouldn't be able to say no or else.. Vince would take my promotion and my job."
Punk looked down at the pause, not really wanting or needing to hear any more. Morrison wasn't wrong, sure he was missing pieces but the man was telling the truth. He should've asked to stay blissfully unaware. He set his half-eaten sandwich down and reached over to awkwardly squeeze John's thick shoulder "I didn't.."
"Of course you didn't know."
The words weren't meant to be harsh but Punk still retracted his hand and set his jaw as he stared at John.
"How could you? I haven't told anyone and I doubt bitchass Vince would've told anyone but Hunter.." and Liz. The thought rang around in his head and he ground his teeth together, clenching and unclenching his fist around his glass.
Punk nodded and waved the waitress over, paying for their food and seeing John look at him with slight confusion and a hint of hurt. He stood up and just before John spoke, tapped his shoulder "Let's walk around a bit before I have to leave.. you look like you need to do something or you'll combust." He said it in a teasing tone though they both knew the words were honest.
John followed Punk and soon they were lost in the busy NY sidewalk, just two faces in a crowd. He relaxed, easily falling into stride with the mass "How are you so sure Morrison didn't spread shit around?"
Punk snorted "What did I tell you about trying to make me rethink my friendships?"
"I am just wondering." He said defensively.
"He didn't. He's too much of a diva not to take credit for something that scandalous."
John laughed loudly and comfortably for the first time in what felt like months. He shook his head and idly wiped a tear from his eye, shoving Punk playfully "And he's your friend? I wonder what you say about people you dislike!"
"Nothing." He said honestly "..if I actually dislike them, they aren't worth my time, John boy.. plain and simple."
"Huh."
"What?"
"Nothing.. it's an interesting philosophy to live by." He shrugged.
Punk rolled his eyes and shrugged, walking along the busy streets, streets he once despised but soon grew to love and now anything slower than a power walk along the street irks him.
John kept his gaze on Punk's face as they walked along "So.."
"Don't ruin it." he warned, grinning up at John when he saw the man's hurt face "Jeeze. You are a fucking priss. I was kidding." He rolled his eyes again but when the man smiled, Punk chuckled a bit and glanced at his watch, eyes going wide when he saw the time. He looked at John.
"I know.. I've been waiting for you to stop walking. Uh.. so we are okay, right?"
"I'm going to keep treating you like I did before, I guess I can call you Cena in front of peasants though, unless you piss me off." He winked at John before patting him on the back and starting to walk backwards away from the man.
"I'll talk to you later then, Punk."
Punk smirked a bit and nodded "..mhm at the meeting, John boy." He grinned, turning his back to the man as he walked but stopping before he got too far and calling back "Speaking of which, now that you know it wasn't him.. how 'bout we ease up on the goddamn punishment for the whole bullshit?" he grinned when John laughed and turned around without answering him. Punk resumed his walk home, pulling his phone out of his pocket when he got into the apartment building and smirking a bit
[Text] We'll talk about it on Friday. 8:30, no later. ;P
He shook his head and put his phone away, not needing to reply but glad John's mind was on something other than the.. downright disgusting thing he was going through. Punk felt his stomach tighten and sighed as he stepped into his home. He had to do something to help John out, problem was.. he didn't even know where to begin looking.
Or did he..
[Text] Who's Cena's closest friend?.. I mean at work?
Punk was pleased to see Morrison wasn't busy just yet since the man replied quickly
[Text] He doesn't have any.
Punk rolled his eyes.
[Text] I'm serious.
[Text] So am I.
He laughed a bit but quickly stopped himself and focused again.
[Text] Johnny..
[Text] I love it when you call me that. ;)
Punk almost responded with his typical flirting comments but reigned himself in last second
[Text] Who?
[Text] That I know of only two people still bother to talk to him.
[Text] WHO?
[Text] Fuck. Keep that dildo out of your ass next time you text me. Shawn and Dolph.
[Text] Sorry. And thanks.
[Text] Whatever, I have to get ready.. I'll talk to you later, Punky.
Punk shook his head at the last message, he didn't know what it was with Morrison's need to call him that but he shook thoughts out of his head, trying to think of a way to approach either man. He'd never really spoken to Dolph so he'd have to go after Shawn, that much was clear.. thankfully, the man seemed to like him or at least tolerate him so hopefully this would be a step up.
He sighed and shoved his phone aside when he remembered he had a meeting with Chris soon, the man was nice and pretty good in bed but Punk wasn't exactly in the mood right now. He considered rescheduling for a few hours later but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, his phone buzzed again.
A/N: Sorry for the wait and for the short chapter; I just wanted to post to let you know that I'm alive and that I'm not giving up on this fic I just needed to recover from some stuff. Thanks for reading. Review? :)