A/N: Three month hiatus.. not okay in any way shape or form but I hope you don't all hate me. I'm still here and still working on this story though.

Xenarocks99: Yes poor John indeed but hopefully this helps ease some off. And thank you.

Vindictive John Dark Fantasy: Surprises everywhere, my dear. As for Centon, I'm rooting for them too but shhhh don't tell. ;) Oh and thanks for the constant kicks and nudges towards updating.

Lamentomori: Thank you, dear. Most of it is evened out so that's why the update finally came. As for Colt/Punk I'm glad I could be of service to your addiction-based needs. And don't hate me for the end of this chapter.

Now on to the story! :)

[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.

[Text] Looks like I'm out earlier tonight. I'll be over around same time your appointment should be done..

[Text2] Oh and remember: If you can't get it up, think of me. ;)

Punk laughed, grinning at his phone like a total love-struck teen and suddenly felt he had enough energy to go at it a few times.. and hell who knew, he probably would once he was back here. The thought made him shiver especially after last night and just as he got ready to reply, his phone buzzed again

[Text] Shit. I gotta go. Sami is freaking out man.

Punk smiled as he sent back a quick one

[Text] You better not be in the shower when I get home. And I'll be ready for you. Trust me.

The shiver that ran through his body made Punk smile a bit, only Colt could do this without even being here. Well, it was decided. He quickly got ready and left for Chris's hotel room. This was his first official repeat meeting and Punk couldn't help but wonder whether or not it'd seem more intimate now.

As he showed up to the room, he smiled when he saw the note taped to Chris's door labeled: "Punks only, if you're not one you've got the wrong room." He laughed and ripped the note off the wall;

-Hello Phil, I am in the shower, feel free to let yourself in. Pun intended. ;)

~Chris xo

Punk blanked at the man's almost couply like signature but tried not to focus on it, he was new to the business after all, and maybe this was normal. He walked inside and locked the door behind him before stripping on his way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes and the note on his way. He felt that maybe he should have more remorse over this now that he was with Colt but at the same time, it was meaningless sex.. plus his dick couldn't say no.

"How long have you ben stalling and hoping I make it in time for shower sex?"

Chris laughed, turning to face the man and slowly pushing the screen door open enough to peak out "Long enough," he replied honestly before hungrily scanning his eyes over Punk's toned body. He slowly made his way back up to the olive orbs, a slight smirk on his face as he tilted his head to the right "So you make me wait for nothing or you making the wait well worth it?"

At least this way he'd be clean after the sex.. unless Chris wanted him longer. He felt the steam from the shower surround him, the warmth caressing his cool skin. Punk let Chris stare at him for a bit longer before gently sucking on his lip ring and pushing Chris back into the shower then wrapping his hands around his waist as he stepped in, "I should punish you for talking back to me, Christopher." He felt a chill run up Chris's body and he clenched his hands harder "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" the small nod Chris gave made Punk smirk as he leaned down to lightly press his lips on the shell of the man's ear "Wrap those lips around my cock." Though Punk could speak to Colt –and did- this way, he still got a sick rush out of doing it to others; seeing them come completely undone as he gave them orders. Feeling Chris comply so easily made Punk throb, his hands reaching down to fist in the older man's hair.

The next 45 minutes or so were filled with nothing but direct orders from Punk and wanton moaning from Chris that could easily put a pornstar to shame. Punk watched Chris limp out of the bathroom, admiring the man's round ass which was marked by his hand. He smirked and licked his lips as he washed up quickly. Chris had told him he could use his shampoo but Punk opted out of it. He washed himself with the generic hotel crap that was in the bathroom before wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbing a smaller one to dry his hair. When he walked into the room, Chris was rubbing a slightly purple spot on his hipbone that was the shape of Punk's hand. "Fuck.. I –shit! I didn't know I was adding that much pressure." He went over to the mini fridge, prepping a few ice cubes from the tray and wrapping them in the small towel. He went to try and massage the bruises out like he would a hickey in 10th grade.

"No. Leave them.. I know they were gonna bruise. Kinda wanted them to."

Punk should've relaxed since it meant he wouldn't get reported but he felt slightly uneasy at anyone but Colt bearing his mark. Of course, Punk couldn't say anything. He was at fault here. He sighed and pulled away from Chris, "You sure? Won't the Mrs. Find out?"

"There is none. There is a Mr. though.."

Punk felt his stomach drop. Great. CM Punk: gigolo extraordinaire with various specialties one of which is being a homewrecker! He swallowed.

"But we're really friends with benefits so nothing will happen. He fucks more people than I do at lease mine are clean."

He relaxed this time, letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "Yeah.. okay. It won't happen again." Chris started disagreeing but Punk shook his head and shoved his pants back on "It can't. Word gets out.. my ass is fired." He tried to make it seem that his reasons were solely professional and apparently, Chris took the bait.

"Oh.. yeah, of course. Thanks again for tonight, Punk."

Punk smiled wide and nodded as he smoothed his hair back down "No problem.. thank you for reviewing as highly as you did." He grinned when Chris blushed bright red. Punk left the man's room after sending him a quick wink and calling back "I hope you know you will be punished next time for lying to me about ordering those outfits."

He hadn't waited for a reply from Chris because his mind was only on one thing, Colt. Yes, he'd enjoyed the session. Yes, he'd orgasmed. Yes, he'd satisfied his client and kept their moans as loud as last time. Yes, he had his boyfriend on his mind the entire time – sue him.

Punk made it to his apartment faster than he'd expected and unlocked the door, seeing a few of the lights on and smiling to himself as he dropped off his keys and headed upstairs, starting to shed his clothes on the way to his room.

He froze at the doorway to his room, staring amazed as Colt bucked into his fist then sank back down into his own fingers, the sight making him groan. Punk wasn't all too sure how he did it but he managed to get a hold of the man's short hair in a matter of seconds and slammed their lips together, claiming the man's mouth and reaching down to pull Colt's fingers from his entrance, "Why are you touching yourself without my permission?"

Colt whined a bit, staring at the blond, desperately hoping he was joking around but the look of determination and need on Punk's face let him know there was no room for smartass comments right now. "I.. fuck I didn't know how long you'd be.. then I got to thinkin' about what you were doing and.. this happened so now I'm about ready to come.." he panted, cheeks flushing a little but not strictly from his arousal. He licked his lips when he got the chance to look at Punk's naked form, eyes darting over the man's tattooed body then meeting his gaze.

Punk's eyes caught Colt's for a few seconds before the man's dripping member drew his attention and Punk shoved Colt onto the bed, hearing the huff of air he let out and smirking at him as he crawled onto the bed, nipping and licking his way up to Colt's member. He flicked his gaze up to see the man's strained face, eyes blowing wide as Colt caught on to what was happening. He let out a small puff of air, watching Colt's skin prickle with anticipation then slowly taking the man's hard cock into his mouth. He didn't even wait for it, just going straight to swallowing the man down, his ass up in the air as he slowly started bobbing his head.

"Punk.." his voice was completely wrecked and Punk had just gotten here, fuck Colt was beyond screwed with this man. He reached down to tangle a hand in Punk's long hair, giving a firm tug then whining when Punk growled around him and sucked harshly; the action almost made him lose it "Please.. need you.." he gently bucked up into Punk's mouth which had –by now- started sucking and swallowing harder. Colt closed his eyes, willing his orgasm away and just when he thought he had a hold on it, Punk took him all the way in and relaxed his throat, letting Colt fuck into his mouth a few times and god if that wasn't the best thing Colt had ever seen.

The blond grinned as soon as Colt's cock throbbed in his mouth, despite the painful tug of his lips around the man's member, and pulled away suddenly. His eyes dark with arousal as he licked the precum from his lips "You do remember you're mine, right Cabana?"

A shiver, "Yeah?"

Punk grinned at the man and spread his lover's legs wide before sliding in between the thick muscles and rutting against him; their hard dicks sliding together noisily "You sure?"

"YES!" Certainty.

He smiled at that one, nodding and reaching to caress Colt's cheek "Good. I'm in need of claiming you again."

Fuck. How did this man do it, he was like some fuckin' pornstar what with his amazing recovery time.. wait, he pretty much was a pornstar just minus the cameras. Colt winced but before the thought could really formulate in his head, Punk was deep inside him "AH! F..fuckkkkkk" he half screamed half whined, eyes screwing shut. Pain shot up his spine at the sudden fullness and he coulda sworn Punk was tearing him in half but then Punk started moving deeply and hitting that damn spot inside of him and none of that mattered any more. "Nnn.. P..Punkk.." the moan of the man's name only seemed to spur him further and faster inside him. His walls clenched hard as Punk's cock abused his spot with relentless strokes. Colt's nails dragged down the man's back, almost breaking skin but not quite getting there. He heard a growl above him and continued the trail down to Punk's muscled ass, squeezing a cheek into his hand and pulling the blond's hips forward with plenty of force.

He gasped at the sudden desire blazing through him when Colt grabbed his ass and squeezed in a way that only translated as possession. Punk felt the man's hands tug him down and snapped his hips forward at the same time; both of them threw their heads back as that thrust sent Punk deeper into Colt's heat and the man's walls practically suffocated his cock. He clawed at Colt's hips, lips trailing down to the man's chest as he began kissing and sucking any patch of skin he could reach.

Hunger. It was the only real way to describe Punk's actions; sure, he'd seen and felt his lover lose it a bit in the bedroom but this time Punk was completely taken over with lust and he was still holding back. Colt shivered at that thought, slowly reaching down to slide his finger between Punk's ass cheeks, asking a question clearly but as soon as his finger brushed over the man's hole, Punk growled over him and slammed in twice more before pulling out completely. Colt was sure he'd fucked up and looked at Punk apologetically "Phil.. I-."

Whatever his boyfriend was going to say was swallowed down in a hungry kiss as Punk tugged and sucked on the man's lips, hands clawing and groping Colt's thighs then up to his chest. Blunt nails left angry marks on the man's otherwise smooth skin. He broke the kiss, breath coming in short pants as he looked at the man with lust-filled eyes "Want.." he muttered but before he could elaborate he kissed Colt again, this time sucking the man's tongue into his mouth, a shudder running through his body as he thought about what that would feel like elsewhere. Punk groaned softly and forced the kiss to break again before crawling off Colt's body, leaving his ass next to the man's right side as he went down on his lover again, sucking him hard and needy as he brought two fingers to Colt's heat and slipped them inside as deep as they would go, bending them just right and hitting Colt's spot hard.

His vision started swimming when Punk abused his spot again, fists clenching on the sheets as he fought off his orgasm. He'd never know fully what pushed him to do what he did next but part of him knew it was at least somewhat attributed to him not wanting to come without Punk. He lifted the man's hips in one quick movement and started licking and sucking up the man's throbbing length "Ah!..." he felt Punk's throat clench around him and trembled, nails digging into his lover's thigh as his other hand firmly stroked the man's hardness.

Punk grunted around Colt, not being able to tell the man to stop even if he'd wanted to. He finger fucked Colt harder and they stayed that way for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's taste and mouths, Punk's fingers stabbing the man's prostate and by the way Colt's cock twitched in his mouth he knew the man was close. He determinedly sucked Colt hard but gagged a bit around the man's cock when he felt something warm and wet at his hole, a moan getting cut off into a gurgle as Colt's tongue prodded at his rim. Punk whined softly, about to pull away when Colt slammed his hips up at the same time his lover's hand tugged Punk's hips down so Punk's hole was breached by the thick muscle. His walls clenched roughly, vision blurring a bit as he tried to focus on sucking the man off again but Colt's tongue started to move inside him and Punk's mind went blank as he came into the man's fist, scream being let free as soon as Colt pulled out of his mouth. He shivered and thought the man was going to take mercy on him but Colt simply rested both hands on Punk's hips, pulling the man's hips down and bending his tongue a certain way that sent ripples of pleasure burning through Punk's body. His entire body shook with pleasure as another orgasm washed through him and reduced him to a cursing, grunting mess. His hands gave out and he nuzzled the man's abs softly, body layered in a thin layer of sweat. He felt Colt's tongue pull out, the man groaning softly as Punk heard slurping sounds and knew Colt was licking his hand clean.

Colt felt Punk's body shiver again and slowly put the man's body back on the bed, slowly shifting so their faces were mere inches apart; his eyes glided over Punk's completely sated face, taking it in because they both knew it was the man's first orgasm from that pleasure spot. He kissed Punk softly, earning a grunt and feeling Punk grip his neck hard to keep him there; Colt wasn't complaining. He moaned into the kiss and gasped when Punk's hand was around his hardness again, pumps getting faster and harsher with each passing second. His body was already too close to the edge, the feeling of Punk's tightness stuck in his head as he fucked into Punk's hand hard and fast. He panted against his lover's lips, their foreheads resting together as he heard Punk mutter something about being his first and that was it. Colt's stomach tightened as he came hard, Punk's hand pumping him to completion as a small whimper left his lips.

At some point after his orgasm, the bed shifted and he groaned, hands reaching out to seek Punk's warmth and frowning when he felt nothing next to him. He blinked, sitting up and looking around for the man.

"Oh.. you're back?" Punk grinned, winking at Colt and leaning over to kiss his lips softly as he tossed the wet rag he'd just used to wipe both of them clean on the floor. His olive eyes focused on Colt's confused face and he chuckled a bit "I really hope you at least remember coming." He muttered, blushing a little then crawling into bed with Colt and lazily stroking the man's chest, feeling and seeing the claw marks from earlier and smirking.

"Tell me I did not just black out." He groaned, embarrassment clear in his voice.

Punk smiled and kissed Colt softer that time, a hand reaching up to rest over the man's hammering heart "You did. For about four minutes. It wasn't that bad.. though now I kind of want to see if I could get you to black out for longer if I try hard enough."

A groan "..you are the worst boyfriend. Shut the fuck up."

He chuckled and pulled Colt until the man's head was on his chest "Fuck you. I'm an amazing boyfriend and still tend to my man's needs even when he'd just taken my virginity." Punk grinned at the bright flush on Colt's face, shaking his head and kissing the top of the chubbier man's head as he wrapped his arms around the man.

Colt felt a rush of emotion threaten to boil up right then but he just turned his head and listened to Punk's heart as he calmed himself down "I love you.."

Punk looked down at Colt, biting his piercing hard before nodding to himself "I know.."

He swallowed, feeling his heart pound but for a whole different reason. As Punk's hand rubbed over his bare arm, Colt had to blink back tears, forcing himself to not over analyze this right now.

"..'cause I feel the same. Now get your ass to sleep. We have to break in that game tomorrow."

Colt let out a breath, hugging Punk harder but not before slapping his chest hard "Don't do that, fuckin' asshole." He muttered, earning a small laugh from Punk that he couldn't help but smile to in response. His eyes closed as he focused on the man's soothing touches and warmth, soon both of them asleep at a reasonably early hour.

~.~.~.~

Punk rolled his eyes as he looked at his boss "John, I am not a morning person.. no matter how much I tolerate you, nothing will change that."

He had to laugh at that, at least things were back to normal. John offered the man a cup of freshly brewed coffee which he was glad to see Punk accepted easily "I'm just sayin' that a little smile here and there wouldn't kill ya."

Another eye roll "If I'm done here, John boy.. I have other more important matters to tend to."

"..what's more important than a meeting with your boss.. after which your money is wired?"

Damn, fuckin' Bostonian motherfucker got him there. Punk rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee, humming at the slow burn then looking at the man "Honestly? Me sleeping in my warm ass bed for once." He muttered as he flicked over the small planner John had given him that contained past and future appointments. Punk had already revisited another two clients since Chris.. each night ending with him and Colt reminding each other who they were dating. He flushed at that thought, trying to cover it with a small sip of coffee.

John's brows lifted in surprise at the man's blushing but he didn't comment. "Fine.. then you're free to go and catch up on sleep.. we still on for Saturday morning?"

Punk blinked, cursing himself for having forgotten that he'd agreed to watch a Sox game with John. To be honest, he'd mostly agreed because he felt sorry for the man and -now that he knew John's whole story— he honestly didn't think John was a bad guy; besides, having friends outside of Colt and JoMo would be good for him.

"Phil?"

He shook his head and smiled at John, taking one final sip of the coffee "Yeah, no yeah.. I'll be there. We're meeting for a quick breakfast first, right?"

"Yeah.. you- uh.. don't have to come, you know.. if you're busy.."

Punk rolled his eyes "Dammit, John. I wouldn't do anything if I wouldn't want to.. now I'm going to go before you make me have an aneurism." He stood up, tossing the empty cup into the trash then nodding a mock salute at John, smirking when the man actually cracked a smile and leaving his office.

[Text] You're an asshole.

Punk grinned, shrugging to himself since he knew it was true. He made his way towards the elevators but took a left at the end of the hallway, humming to himself as he walked through a few unoccupied offices and others with some of his coworkers. He nodded at a few of them, seeing Dolph and grinning at the man as he saw him blush and mutter hushed words into the phone before hanging up and scribbling a date on his calendar.

He tapped the man's door as he passed by "Don't worry, I won't tell.." he teased though he hadn't heard anything really. Punk moved on, laughing to himself as he heard Dolph grumble a response.

Once at Shawn's door, he paused and took a deep breath, peeking through the window to see the shades down but seeing dim lighting on the other side of the door. He knocked softly, earning a soft grunt of 'come in' and doing as told. Punk stood there awkwardly for a few seconds.

"In, boy.. you're letting that annoying ass light in."

Punk scrambled inside and shut the door behind him, smiling sheepishly at the older man "I.. uh.. what's up?"

Shawn set his book down and looked at Punk with a skeptical swipe of his eyes before putting the book in his drawer "You came to my office—you tell me."

He nodded, biting his lip piercing a bit then slumping down in the couch on the other side of the room as he stared at the line of candles framing the room "..I wanted to talk about John. He.. I know his side of the story too.."

Shawn tensed at that, looking at the youngest escort and sighing "Who told you?"

"John. We had lunch.. he explained it and—"

"..and you want to try and get him fired so someone less 'fucked up' is takin' charge here?"

Punk frowned, immediately flaring up "What the fuck are you talking about?! No. I don't want that. Frankly, I can give a rat's ass who is the one meeting with me at 8:30 am so long as I don't get fired unjustly." He tried to calm himself, shaking his head "..I wanted to know.. if there's anything I can do to help… well not help, at least make it easier… or just.." he tugged his hair in frustration "Godfuckingdammit! He doesn't deserve that shit, okay? No ONE deserves that shit and.. it takes fuckin' cowards to be forcing him into it like that! The fuck is this just okay with everyone? I.. you … WE need to do something."

Shawn was taken aback, eyes carefully studying the man's rant/tantrum for signs of deception –he saw none. He leaned back in his chair, fingers lightly tapping the hand rest as he stared at Punk for a bit longer "What exactly are we supposed to do?" he asked, wondering if the man's conscience was just eating at him for whatever reason or if he truly wanted to help their boss's shitty living situation.

"Anything! It's better than just sitting at home smoking a fuckin' cigar or reading some book or playing some game as we pretend RAPE isn't happening right under our noses. We at least have to get John to realize that it isn't right. He.. when he talked to me it was like he accepted it was a part of his life.. and he deserved it." his stomach twisted, hands clenching as he punched the couch next to him and looked at Shawn pleadingly "He deserves to know it's not too late!"

Shawn stared at the kid in awe for the second time that morning, shaking his head softly as he rifled through some papers and thought about his next words. For a while, there was nothing but their breathing heard in the room, Shawn oddly calm while Punk tried to not yank out his hair. "For him, it is."

Punk looked at the man, dumbfounded, shaking his head and growling as he shot up and walked right over to Shawn, planning to get in his face but the man simply handed him a paper. He looked down at it and was stunned into silence, seeing a photo and information about the guy along with contact information "I don't understand what this B-.."

"That's John's ex.."

Shawn's answer only served to further anger and confuse Punk. He growled and shoved the paper back at Shawn's face "The fuck does he have to do with this?! You know what, fuck you! If you don't want to help him because you're scared or selfish fine! But don't go finding half-assed excuses for your ignorance."

"..you wanted to help.. so do I. but you at least have to be fully informed before you start this. If you actually give a damn about him and want to do everything in your power to help him get out of his trap.. email me. I'll discuss this with you then. If you think John is just going to accept help and then it will be a fairytale ending, you're dead wrong.. He's the most broken and damaged man I know.. and that's coming from the guy who's in love with the man raping him."

It felt like a slap to the face, Punk looked at Shawn, vision blurring for a few seconds as he tried to understand how a man like Shawn could possibly love something as sickening as a rapist. His stomach lurched. Punk shook his head, "No.. you.. can't.. how?" He looked at Shawn with lost eyes, feet dragging him back through the door. His ears were ringing by the time he shut Shawn's office door, this whole fucking job was like a trip into a godforsaken asylum and Punk wanted out, he wanted out so fucking badly but he knew it would haunt his nightmares if he didn't get answers. He couldn't leave. Not until some sort of peace was returned here.

"There you are.. come, now we have a night to discuss."

Punk didn't really register the words, just letting the arm pull him into the elevator. He didn't know what it was about him that made him stumble blindly and stupidly into these situations but if there was one thing Punk was good at it was self-loathing so he knew everything John must've been telling himself about how hopeless the situation was but he also knew what to say that would be effective in helping the man see straight. All he needed was a chance.. and a better person than Shawn to confide in. How? How could Shawn seriously be in love with the man who was putting John through all this? What if Shawn's love got in the way of him wanting to help John? Would Shawn really be that twisted? The elevator ride was too short for his liking and when Punk got out to face JoMo he nodded at the man curtly.

"What happened?"

Punk shook his head, body trembling a bit from repulsion and shock and mostly anger but he tried to just ignore it " , what're we doing today?"

"I told you, we have to plan for next week!"

A/N: Well, I started adding more to my main plot here so I hope it goes over well with you guys. Review?