A/N:
Xenarocks99: A little under two weeks isn't too bad, right? :x
Vindictive John Dark Fantasy: All in due time my friend, all in due time. Patience is key. I do have most of it planned (with some of your suggestions in there) so hope the wait is worth it for you.
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!"
He frowned but nodded at the man "The gala?" Punk mostly said it to confirm that this was actually happening to himself but Morrison still hummed his confirmation so he just swallowed and tried to push his thoughts out of the way so he could focus on 'making a grand entrance' for next Thursday to try and draw a good bid for that night from one of their clients.
[Text] Hey, babe. Just texting to remind you I'll be out most of the day with Morrison. He's gonna dress me in a damn suit. :|
Colt's reply was almost instantaneous and Punk smiled.
[Text] I know. I'll have dinner ready by then.
[Text] And by dinner I mean Chinese take out. ;)
He laughed, earning a mocking gagging noise from Morrison but sending him a death glare because Punk needed and deserved this moment of relaxation that Colt managed to give him through a simple message.
[Text] You sure know how to woo a man off his feet. ;P I love you. I'll call you when I'm on my way home.
Morrison rolled his eyes at the gooey emotion written clearly on Punk's face but he would take that sickeningly sweet look over his previously crazed and lost one. He walked along the busy streets of NYC with his friend talking with him about everything and anything that wasn't centered around work because he doubted Punk wanted to deal with whatever happened in the office earlier.
"….and I'm telling you if you insult tattoo artists again, I will punch you in your throat."
Morrison couldn't help but snicker at that. Who would've thought Punk was so touchy about that subject, "I'm not insulting tattoo artists in general, Punky. I am insulting Kat von D." he muttered, rolling his eyes when Punk glowered at him "She a crush of yours or something?"
He huffed at that, laughing whole-heartedly for a few seconds before glaring at JoMo again "Hardly. I'm fucking gay." He muttered. Punk smirked a bit when a few snobs in the suit shop they'd just walked into looked at him as if his existence unsettled them. Another grumble as he barked out "Watch out, fag is contagious." The look on their faces of embarrassment and slight remorse was worth him tainting his tongue with the taste of that word. A giggle brought him out of his thoughts and he looked over at Morrison.
"Jeeze. I hope you don't charm our clients like that on Thursday, Punk" he chastised before dragging the blond from the glaring looks of a few employees and directing them to the most expensive and flashy suits in the damn building. He heard Punk curse under his breath then groan exasperatedly and lifted a perfectly plucked brow as he canted his head towards the man.
Punk noticed Morrison's confusion and sighed, "I can't exactly afford this shit. There has got to be something cheaper that's just as good."
He guffawed, shaking his head and having to brush his soft, brown hair out of his face afterwards "There is nothing cheap that is even remotely close to Versace or any Italian brand." Morrison wrinkled his nose in distaste when he said the word 'cheap' but managed to look at Punk sympathetically afterwards. He squeezed the man's shoulder and pulled out a platinum credit card, grinning a bit "Besides, it's not your money or mine we'll be spending."
He tried not to be offended by the way Morrison turned his nose up at his fashion choices and just snatched the card out of the man's hand, seeing 'VINCE MCMAHON' embedded on the piece of plastic. Punk knew he shouldn't be spiteful but an image of John crying himself to sleep crossed his mind and he gave Morrison the card back "Versace it is… maybe Dolche who knows, I'm feeling good." Rationally, he knew that 2.5 thousand dollars was an obscenely large price tag for one suit and one he would probably not wear much (if at all after this event) but he wanted to take some of his frustrations out on the old man while he could.
Morrison laughed, shaking his head and stashing the card Cena had given him during their meeting –after apologizing for his shitty behavior towards him. "For you? Versace. You have a unique style and I think a nice black suit with touches of royal purple as well as a royal purple shirt would look amazing on you.. definitely deepen those gorgeous eyes." He pouted at the word 'gorgeous' because truthfully he was a bit jealous of those eyes. But when he saw the royal purple he was talking about he almost jumped and pulled Punk to it.
Punk rolled his eyes and slowly pulled his hand out of Morrison's grip as he felt the fabric, groaning inwardly at how soft it felt. There was no way in hell he'd ever be buying anything this soft and completely unnecessary if it was his money he was spending but.. Punk would make an exception. He ran his fingers through the satiny material and looked at Johnny in awe.
He couldn't help but pat Punk's head as he was a child for the look on his face; that –of course- earned him a slap right on his forearm but Morrison just grinned widely "So I'm assuming you like my idea? This color is great.. but if you wanna choose something different.. you will be the one wearing it after all."
By the look on Morrison's face Punk could tell it wasn't a serious offer for him choosing his own colors so he just brought the general design of the shirt up to his body and looked into the mirror, seeing how his eyes really did stand out and smiling a bit before catching sight of JoMo's smug expression and rolling his eyes "Shut up."
Morrison moved to stand in front of Punk in the mirror, choosing aquamarine silk for his fabric and bringing the almost reflective cloth to his body, humming at the sight then winking at Punk in the mirror when he caught the man staring. "Like what you see? Just be the highest bidder on Thursday night and I'll be all yours."
Another wink, this time getting a rise of blood to Punk's cheeks as the blond looked away and muttered some obscenity towards him. He brushed it off and led them over to the coats after they got their measurements done so the shirts could get fitted.
Punk felt dazed, the whole thing seeming surreal to him but he took it in stride, not needing to overthink anything especially after talking to Shawn. He picked out the matching coat for the purple shirt and slid it on, blinking at how different he looked and blushing a bit when the male employees started fussing over how good he looked while they were sticking pins through the coat for slight alterations "Thanks.." he muttered then blinked at Morrison when he informed them to get 'ChicagoMadePunk' stitched on the seam of his pocket.
"They do that stuff here?" he asked in a hushed voice, looking at Morrison when the man rid himself of his designer jeans and lifted his shoulder as he purred out 'they do if you have unlimited plastic and a cute ass.' For some reason that just made Punk blush more as he walked over and slid on the slacks, getting practically molested by the male and female employees fitting them to his figure. He growled when the girl reached for his ass for the third time, glaring at her until she moved her hand away then relaxing when they both stood up and told him he could step out of the slacks.
Morrison glanced over at Punk as they both slid their shoes back on, grinning a bit at the amazed face still plastered on Punk's face "It's nice.. isn't it? After a while you get used to the pampering.. wait until your clients start giving you stuff along with the money." He said jokingly though he felt there was a hint of pride mixed in as well.
"Mm.." Punk wrote down his name, signing for the suit and leaving a phone number so they could get back to him. They promised it'd be ready by Tuesday so he didn't really worry. He looked at Morrison after the comment and they both started walking out of the store "It is nice, I won't lie.. but I've been perfectly fine without all this shit my whole life. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with it just that, I don't need it. I know what I need and want.. all this flash is not it." He smiled at Morrison then pulled out his phone to send Colt a quick text, completely missing the slight hurt on the man's face.
[Text] I'm going to need you to smother me with your hands and lips when I get back. Peasants touched me.
[Text] I should say royals though.
[Text] I'm pretty sure I'm the peasant in this situation.
When he finally looked back at Morrison, he noticed the man was zoning out so he nudged his shoulder softly "Not that the flash doesn't look amazing on you!" he added to his previous comment since the brunette looked seriously upset. Punk frowned and sighed a bit "Like you said, I have a unique style, not much about the tailored suits.. But if I have to dress up for the damn gala I guess there's not a better fashion icon to take tips from."
Morrison perked up at that, smirking evilly at Punk "Like I said, Punky: you have to be the highest bidder next week."
Punk blinked, laughing at the sassy man "Speaking of the bids.. uh.. how does that work?"
"Oh, yeah. I was supposed to tell you while shopping but I forgot! Basically, it's a mixer for clients and escorts so we could all get to know each other a little better and pretty much so clients can see if their investments are good ones. We'll each be bid on and it's pretty much a game of pride for them but for us it's about charity and lining our pockets." Morrison saw Punk was about to open his mouth so he clarified "Charity gets 40 percent of bids.. one of your choice. Execs get 15 percent. You get to keep 45. I think it's a pretty good deal.. oh and it's pretty much date day the Friday following so everything is cleared so you can spend Thursday night with them and most of Friday. Most of them leave you at around 5pm."
He felt a bit overwhelmed, his stomach turning in a vicious knot of anxiety and self-consciousness but he felt he couldn't exactly back out since his job and quite possibly the $4,215 he just spent on the suit were hanging in the balance. Punk took a steeling breath and gritted his teeth together until he felt Morrison tug at his arm and forcing him to stop in front of the shop they once met up in.
"Punk? You're good, right?"
"Y..yeah. I'm just.. it's a lot to take in but I'm fine."
Morrison nodded, looking at Punk with a small smile "Okay, you almost missed your street." He whispered, gesturing in the general direction Punk always left when they split up. He could almost feel the waves of anxiety roll off the man's body so he sighed and hugged him tight "Get some rest.. you have a week to prepare. It's actually easier than I just made it sound but.. I had to tell you everything so you wouldn't be unprepared and freak out during." He offered a small smile as he pulled away.
Punk was too stressed to even worry about the fact the brunette just hugged him like that so he just managed a nod and a half grunted-out-acknowledgement before squeezing his shoulder and turning to the direction of his apartment building.
He knew he'd be hearing from Morrison soon but right now he just wanted to rest and maybe cuddle but that was not something he normally did so that would be difficult. He groaned as he stepped into his apartment, going straight to the living room since that's where the smell of food was strongest (and by default where Colt was).
"Hey, ba-."
"Shhh.. let me have this." He dropped next to Colt on the couch and buried his face into the man's shoulder as he let out a frustrated groan. Punk didn't even have to ask before he felt Colt's hand around his shoulders, the man pulling Punk against him firmly. "I hate this fucking job. And I have a damn date with John tomorrow. Can you break my leg?"
Colt stroked through Punk's hair softly, staying silent for a few seconds before chuckling at the man's poor attempt at easing the tension "I can break it but I won't mostly because I know you can get through this.." He stopped, lips pressing to Punk's head briefly "Do you want to-.."
"It's like The Real Life or some shit. Like it's bad, babe. Everyone has drama and there are ridiculous social events and.. ugggggggggggghhhhh" the groan was even more stretched out as he buried himself in Colt's neck and mumbled a quick apology to him before starting to explain the Shawn situation and then the gala to his boyfriend.
The explanation took longer than he would've liked but he had to stop every now and again to place quick kisses on Colt's skin and lean into the other man's hand sitting atop his head. When he finally finished, his stomach was growling furiously and he only huffed in exasperation.
Colt frowned, feeling really bad for not being able to do anything for the man right now. He gently massaged Punk's scalp just the way he liked, "One night doesn't sound too bad, babe.. I'm not the one having to do it but if it comes down to it you can always walk away. They can't hold you there. You'll find another job if you need it." He saw and heard Punk's distaste and kissed his head softly "But you won't need it.. I'm just letting you know there are other options… as for Shawn.." he sighed and brought a hand down to caress over Punk's growling stomach. Colt loosened his embrace just enough to reach for the food and handing it to Punk as he continued, "If he bothered to be honest.. I don't think he's got another agenda, Phil. I know you're repulsed.. but maybe at least hear him out? If you don't like what he plans on doing then just tell him to fuck right off."
Punk laughed at the way Colt ended a perfectly sentimental and eloquent speech using contempt. He shook his head and chewed on the rice currently in his mouth before resting his head on Colt's shoulder "I hate that you're so good at thinking clearly.. you're supposed to be the fucking dork out of us."
Colt huffed, snatching the chopsticks right out of Punk's hand and getting some orange chicken. He chewed noisily as he responded "I am the dork.. but I'm also the one that keeps Mr. Rebellious in his place and manages to make him a little level-headed." He teased, winking at his lover and soon starting to share the meal with him.
A small shiver ran down Punk's body when he realized just how true Colt's words were. He sighed and curled up against his lover's side, "You actually calm me down more than you know." He muttered before picking at the broccoli in the container with his fingers and eating slowly.
They finished the rest of the Chinese food in that position, Colt controlling the chopsticks and taking turns feeding himself and Punk until there was nothing left. He couldn't help but smile when a content sigh left the tattooed man's lips, leaning down to press their lips together softly.
Punk hummed against Colt's warm lips then rested his head on his chest as he lazily reached for the controllers on the table. He heard Colt laugh and grunted "Shut up. I deserve to slay my wonderful boyfriend in MKvDC. Get the controls."
Colt shook his head affectionately and gave Punk the white controller and taking the black for himself "You are really milking this 'I had a bad day' crap." He teased as he settled back against the couch with the remote and setup the game from his seat.
Punk didn't bother to argue. He was milking it, but it was rare he truly enjoyed just being in Colt's arms so he sat there, perfectly content playing mindless video games with him for hours on end.
They managed to beat both campaigns by the time Punk got hungry again so he got up to make a quick chicken alfredo for them. Colt complimented his food enough that Punk swore his ego grew like ten sizes that night but it was a nice change for him so he placated his need for touching and comfort by kissing the man softly a few times after dinner.
Once Punk stripped for bed and crawled onto the mattress, he looked up to see Colt looking at him in a way he hadn't looked at him before and furrowed his brows as he kissed the look off his lover's face "G'night, babe. I'm going to miss you tomorrow.. wake me up before you leave?"
Colt smiled, sighing a bit at Punk's kiss and feeling the need to pull the blond impossibly close to his body for the night as if that could get rid of Punk's stress and worries just like that. He knew it was impossible, still.. he was going to try. "Night. Sure thing." He felt Punk fall asleep surprisingly quick and rubbed soothing circles in the man's back until he too passed out, a deep warmth surrounding them.
…
Punk grumbled for what must've been the third time that morning.
"Would you shut the fuck up? You sound like a damn bear the way you're huffing around."
He huffed again just to spite Colt before jumping out of his chair and pinning the man to the wall "You need to let me express my distaste, Mr. 'it's not good to bottle up your emotions'." He grumbled, nuzzling Colt's neck softly before kissing the soft skin and marking it darker than he should've. When Punk pulled away to see Colt's glazed over eyes he grinned and placed a chaste kiss on his lips "I'll talk to you later.. thanks for making me the omelet.." he smiled, wrapping his arms loosely around his lover before letting his arms drop.
"Tease."
Punk smirked and grabbed his keys "You love it." With that, he left his apartment and his boyfriend behind to go meet John at the Deli where John had a very expensive looking old Thunderbird. He whistled "Jesus, wanna make your 'Sugar Daddy' look more believable?"
John snorted, shrugging as he looked at his old car "I actually had this before the job.. I uh.. collect classic cars.. this is one of my favorites." He smiled, flashing the full power of his dimples at Punk before gesturing for the blond to get in and sliding back into the driver's side.
"Okay.. this shit is gonna eat gas.. tell me you know that."
"Shut up. You're not paying for anything besides dinner at the game or before.. up to you.. but that's all your paying for. Everything else is going in the company credit card."
The smirk on John's face shouldn't have sent shivers down Punk's spine but it did, he shook his head and let out a nervous laugh before buckling up and looking out the window "You're a devious son of a bitch, John boy."
John laughed quietly to himself, feeling truly relaxed for the first time in a long time as he began the drive to Boston.
"You've got to be fucking me.."
"What?" John blinked, shaking his head at the blond.
Punk guffawed and shoved John's shoulder lightly despite the fact that they were in the crowded streets of New Jersey now "What? I spent the past 40 minutes explaining to you why MK is better than Street Fighter and you just now tell me you've never played MK? …who are you? I.. you need to drive me back home.. now." he said with a light smirk on his lips.
John gave a long, suffering sigh as he fixed his best glare on Punk then promptly turned back to the road "No, I said that I've never played the newer versions. I've played the shitty arcade ones and Street Fighter is much better."
Punk gasped "shitty arcade ones? You are.. no. fuck right off."
[Text] John is an idiot.
[Text] I need to educate him.
He glared at John again "What was that?!"
John blushed, not thinking Punk had heard him mutter anything under his breath to his last comment and shook his head "I didn-"
"Bullshit. What did you say?"
He grumbled and moved a hand from the wheel to rub it over his face before sobering up and focusing on the road again "Just that their arcade versions are shitty and you have shitty taste if you think they're not… so I won't trust your judgment."
Punk gaped, shooting daggers at the man with his glare before munching on some jerky "Asshole. This is not about my taste, this is about facts!"
The ride to Boston went much of the same way, with only minimal swatting from both parties and only one near death experience when John blew a red light just to prove the 'muscle' in his muscle car.
John grinned when they got to his hometown, looking around at the parking lot then smiling at Punk "So?"
"Get back to me when my heart rate goes back down to its normal level." He muttered, silently following a –now laughing- John towards their seats. Punk grumbled and took out his phone.
[Text] Why?
[Text] Babe? Did something happen?
[Text] Fuck.
[Text] Dammit, Phil! Answer me.
[Text] Do you need a ride back?
[Text] PHILLIP BROOKS!
He smirked at that, shaking his head
[Text] Calm down, Hulk. I'm fine. Sorta. We're here now. I'll txt you later. Got a game to watch/sleep through.
[Text] Oh.. and it was because he thinks SF is better than MK?!
Punk glared at the phone when he received another text
[Text] …. Is this a test? I can pretend it's not if you want. ;)
He huffed
[Text] I hate you, Scott. Really, I do.
He grinned when he read the obscenities Colt typed out to him for using his real name before closing his phone and not dignifying it with a response. Punk looked towards the field just in time to see the Sox set up their field for the first inning. He noticed John's eyes on him and flicked his gaze over "What?"
"You have a scowl on your face but your eyebrows are relaxed.. and your eyes are shining.. it's.. a nice change."
Punk flushed at that, shaking his head and looking away instead focusing his attention on getting the vendor to come over and sell them 4 Boston style hotdogs to occupy John's mind and mouth so he couldn't embarrass him further.
John smiled down at the food and the large Pepsis Punk bought for them, knowing it was an attempt to shutting him up and taking it only because the Sox were now playing and the crowd just went wild so his eyes darted back to the field.
He let out a relaxed breath as he watched the game, finally managing to get the flush on his cheeks to go away somewhere during the third inning and his second bag of peanuts.
"You don't have to brood."
"I'm not." It was back. GODFUCKINGDAMMIT. Punk let out a small breath as he opened the peanut and pointedly ignored John's 'you're fucking kidding me, right?' face.
"You are. You haven't said anything that wasn't about the game or how you're going to kidnap the vendor so he could make you some hot dogs at home." John laughed at the second part, a fond smile on his face as he looked back to the field at the uproar from the crowd. The Sox were up by 3 runs and now they were gloating.
"Well we are supposed to be watching a baseball game, what else am I supposed to talk about." Punk muttered under his breath.
John smirked "About how you think your boyfriend is an idiot but you know he's your idiot so that's okay.. and how it's the only way to get you to finally shut up.. so I'm takin' it when I can."
Punk grumbled again and worried his piercing as he munched on some more peanuts, ignoring John's shit eating smirk and watching the remainder of the game in (totally not brooding) silence unless it was about the game or lighter topics. And Punk could honestly say that despite the embarrassment of having his boss pick on his love for his boyfriend and the fact that they totally were –unknowingly- ganging up on him, he was having a great time.
"If I say I think it's nice that you have someone that can make you look at life this way.. will you go back into brooding silence mode?" John wondered, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"No… I do not brood, John. Now shut up."
John laughed at that and gathered all his trash as they got up from their seats "Well.. it is nice and tell whatever his name is I said thanks for letting me borrow you."
He scoffed "I am not a toy to be passed around, …" Punk muttered and got up to throw his own trash away and follow John out before quickly adding "and thanks.. I'll let him know."
John smirked, taking a quick picture of the scoreboard to send to his dad because it wasn't every day the Sox won let alone by 7 runs. He pocketed his phone and walked back to the car with Punk, letting him stop by the hot dog vendor to get a few more for the way and two carefully wrapped ones for who he assumed was his boyfriend. There was a soft pang in his chest John didn't want to focus on but he knew all too well what it was. He rubbed his hand over his face when he slid into the car, trying to shake off negative thoughts because he sure as hell didn't need this to be happening especially after their day went so well.
"You okay, John boy?" He wondered as he slid in with his obscenely heavy bag of hot dogs. Punk glanced over at the man and noticed the slight slump in his shoulders "John?.." he set the bag down between his feet before reaching over to squeeze the man's broad shoulder. The flinch he got in return immediately made him draw his hand back "I'm sorry."
John shook his head, looking up at Punk with a pained expression "Sorry.. I.. I really am happy for you, just.. guess it brought back some memories and they weren't pleasant ones so.. yeah."
He blinked, his insanely rich boss was jealous of him and Punk didn't know how to even begin handling this situation. He bit his piercing and reached to pat John's shoulder awkwardly "you wanna talk about it?"
John shook his head and plastered a smile on his face as he scoffed out "And bore you to sleep before we even drive home? No way.. I need your loud mouth to keep me awake for the ride back.."
Punk knew it was a lie but didn't touch upon it because it wasn't his place to pry. Instead he just nodded and handed John a small can of RedBull to keep him up for the ride back as he opened his can of Pepsi. The muttered thanks the older man gave him was acknowledged only through a nod as he smiled at the man and began rambling about another topic he was well-versed in: comics.
John was relieved and amused by Punk's rambling, he never got into comic books but he filled in his opinions when he could through the movies he knew about. Apparently Punk had a thing for Thor so John was quick to say he agreed on him being great.. his biased was later called upon when Punk mentioned that he just thought that because of Hemsworth's abs of steel. His neck flushed red as he shook his head and tried to deny it only to have Punk call him a dirty liar and continue rattling off the ways film Thor was a god in his own sense.
Before long, they're back in the busy streets of New York and Punk is nodding off in his seat, John snorting as he keeps nudging the blond awake so he could keep giving him directions to his apartment complex.
"We're here! Stop! I am fuckin' tired.." he looked at John when the man pulled over into a parking spot and smiled sleepily "Had fun, John.. hope my loud mouth kept you awake through the worst of it." he beamed before getting the bag that now only held one hotdog and a cheap bobble head. "Thanks for to-.. oh shit! I had a question!"
John laughs "What was it?" he asked, trying to keep the wariness out of his voice because part of him dreads Punk will bring up the boyfriend issue again.
"The charity deal.. is there a deadline for when I have to give the name of my charity? I .. can't think of one.. well I haven't really tried and I just need to know if th-"
"… Monday morning.. 10am. You have time still. We just need to know so we can start setting stuff up and keep our ruse going of being a 'non-profit' …" John winced, knowing that sounded really shitty but they had to cover up their tracks somehow and the annual gala was the easiest way. It kept them under the city's radar.
Punk nodded in understanding and sleepily stumbled out of the car and wondered, "What's yours?"
John tensed up at that, skin flushing a bit but instead of lashing out like he usually did, he took a small breath and muttered out "..go to bed, Punk.. you look like you're ready to fall back. I'll talk to ya soon, yeah?"
The change of subject didn't go unnoticed by Punk but John's unease was which is why Punk let the matter go with a mumbled 'night' as he headed into the building and to his apartment. It wasn't until he was banging on the door (at 2am mind you) that he fully processed the look of hurt and embarrassment on John's face at his question. Punk, though, didn't even have time to start planning what to even do about it before Colt opened his door and dragged him inside muttering something about shutting the fuck up before the neighbors file a complaint.
"I got you a hot dog.. and a bobble head.. 'cause it looked like you." Punk grinned at that, earning a smack to the back of his head for that as Colt snatched the bag from his hands and pulled out the toy. He heard Colt's laugh and immediately relaxed as he wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, nuzzling his neck "is it too much to ask for you to fuck me senseless then hug me until I pass out?"
Colt groaned. He was glad Punk didn't drink/do drugs because if the blond got this way when he was just tired and happy he could only imagine how loose-lipped he'd be if he was under the influence of alcohol. As the thought of Punk's lips crossed his mind, another involuntary groan left him as he slowly unwrapped Punk's arms from his waist, wanting desperately to take Punk up on his offer and be his first but the more he thought about that the more he knew he wanted Punk to remember everything perfectly and be 100% certain of his decision. Punk's small curse made him look towards the man, seeing him entangled in his shirt and getting a laugh out of him "Yeah.. I'm not fucking you when you won't even be able to help me out." He said playfully before taking Punk's shirt off for him and opening the foil of the hotdog because really, this wasn't going to be good in the morning so he might as well eat it now. Colt took a large bite and hummed at the taste as he helped Punk up the stairs, being careful not to make too much of a mess as he ate and walked.
Punk groaned as his back hit the bed, leaning up on his elbows and fixing his gaze on Colt's face. He snorted when he saw the man had some mustard from the hot dog he'd just devoured "Sexy.." he muttered before slumping back against the mattress and letting Colt pull off his shoes and yank down his pants. He smiled when he was ready for bed, curling up around his pillow and feeling sleep call to him for the second night in a row.
Colt grinned and winked at Punk before leaving the room to toss the foil away and shut off the lights and TV from downstairs. As soon as he was back in the room he went to wash his face and brush his teeth (again) before joining Punk in bed. He tangled their limbs together as he spooned Punk from behind and kissed his neck. The small grunt and moan he got from the man was enough to make him smile "Love you."
Punk sighed as he tilted his head for Colt to kiss him again. It wasn't until the man peppered kisses from his neck to his shoulder that Punk replied sleepily "Love you too, Colt." He fell asleep soon after, missing Colt's smile and small kiss.
Colt was surprised the man fell asleep before him for the second night in a row but he wouldn't deny it gave him a small sense of accomplishment that he put Punk so at ease that he had no trouble falling asleep in his arms.
A/N: Alright so more plot and some fluff before we get into the darker side of stuff because I'm nice and everyone loves fluff so yeah. Leave reviews and such telling me how much you love it.. or hate it. Thank you for those of you that have been following it since the beginning.