A/N:
Vindictive John Dark Fantasy: I'm so sorry it took so long but I hope it was okay and I know it was rushed but I didn't want to get lost in little details. If you have questions you can always PM me.
AnetteBP: This is the pre-angst. Get ready! Also.. I had to put our babies in here somehow. ;)
Xenarocks99: *hides*
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.
.~.~.~.~.
"No. Stop lying to me." Punk worried his piercing.
Colt grinned, placing a chaste kiss on the blond's lips and fixing his lover's tie again "Punk.. you look fine, more than fine, actually. I'm jealous of the fucker that gets to take you home tonight."
Another wave of nerves washed through him "Stop saying that.." It was an hour before the gala started and him and Colt were going to have dinner before Colt dropped him off at the fancy hotel and left for work and Punk was insanely nervous to the point where he felt he was about ready to puke.
"I'm bein' honest. Remind me why I agreed to sharing you with other people?" he joked, nibbling Punk's jaw softly and groaning when the man tilted his head back.
"…shut up. You got me to yourself all weekend and week.. I didn't even know appointments were cancelled until I looked up the address and saw we were given the week off as a sort of prep week for the gala. Though John explained to me that it was mostly so our clients would miss us and be willing to pay more for the 'date night' and now it all makes sense." He chuckled, hand going to the man's back and clawing at the covered skin softly "Colt.. stop. We've already had to take two showers today because you can't keep your hands to yourself and I can't be the one in control tonight." he pouted, groaning a bit when Colt nipped his adam's apple then moved away.
"Let's go then."
Punk followed Colt out of their apartment, chewing his lip piercing incessantly and nervously thrumming his fingers on his lap once they were in the car and driving out to the Italian restaurant. Now the nerves of not getting a good bid were setting in and Punk was scared that the charity he'd called to would not be getting a good amount of money because he wasn't enough to bring in guys attention.
Colt parked the car outside the restaurant and reached over to grab Punk's hand, squeezing it softly "You're gonna be okay. Remember, you can call me at any point even if it's just to say hi. And I'll be home tomorrow night when you come back."
Punk looked at his lover with a scared expression "…what if Mercy Home for boys & girls doesn't get a good sum of money from me?"
Colt frowned, knowing that this home for abused children back in their hometown meant a lot to Punk because he wished he'd known about it then and now he wanted to help kids in the same situation he'd been living in. He sighed and kissed his lover's hand "…look at it this way: anything you give them will be a blessing and it will be more than they had, even if for some stupid reason you don't make as much as you expected."
That managed to get Punk to calm down enough, he nodded and exhaled, squeezing Colt's hand gratefully before getting out of the car and breathing out as he headed inside, sitting at their usual table and waiting for the girl to walk up and ask for their order. He smiled when he saw the dazed look on Colt's face "What?"
"…my boyfriend is a seriously attractive motherfucker. How'd I get so lucky?"
Punk blushed, shaking his head and nudging the man's foot under the table "You showed me at an early age that life was worth the struggle?" he wondered, half teasing and half honest. Colt caught that of course and reached across the table for Punk's hand which Punk grasped gently. They both looked up when the waitress looked between them a bit confused but still politely asked for their orders. That's when he realized Colt was dressed in a band shirt and jeans and Punk looked like something straight out of a foreign fashion show. He chuckled and laced their fingers "We'll have two orders of the chicken parm? And regular bread sticks please? No garlic.. oh and two Pepsis. Thanks."
Colt grinned when the girl left and stood up, moving to sit next to Punk in the booth instead of across from him, kissing his lover's shoulder "we're a damn sight."
"…we're always a sight. It's just more obvious now." he grinned and was content to just sit in the man's company for the next few minutes until their order was ready. Punk's stomach was still churning but he knew going to the gala without eating anything that day was a bad idea. He slightly shifted closer to his boyfriend as they ate in comfortable silence, Punk lost in his thoughts of the night and Colt worrying about Punk's well-being.
He pushed his mostly finished plate of pasta away and bit into a breadstick instead, chewing slowly as he glanced at the clock and bit his piercing nervously after swallowing. Punk's hand dropped to Colt's thigh, shifting closer to his lover as they both finished up their meal. "You'll be at my apartment tomorrow night right?"
Colt smiled, nodding and kissing Punk's smooth jaw "Yeah. I promise." With that he pulled out money for the bill and set it on the table before sliding out of the booth and tugging Punk with him "Let's get you to the ball." He said in an obnoxiously British accent that drew some stares from the restaurant but it was worth it because he got Punk to laugh. He grinned and walked with the blond to the car before they both slid back inside and headed out to the hotel where Vince had rented out the whole top floor of suites and the ballroom just for the event.
He whistled when they got there, signs announcing what was going on with clear red print that read 'INVITE ONLY' despite it being a charity event. Colt looked at Punk who looked like he'd just turned a few shades lighter and smiled softly. He leaned over and pecked the man on the cheek quickly "I'll talk to you soon. Love you."
Punk snapped out of it when he heard Colt say he loved him, cheeks warming and heart hammering though now it was for a whole different reason than the anxiety that had been bubbling in him before. He let out a shaky laugh and leaned over, pecking Colt's lips "I'll see you tomorrow. Tell boss man I'm sorry for making you late. I love you too." He left their foreheads resting together for a few more seconds before pulling away because he had to keep the illusion of being single for the occasion to be successful.
They said their goodbyes and Punk was taking the elevator up to the top floor and for once in his life he didn't get dirty looks from the snobbish rich people in the building when he showed up. It felt different but he wasn't sure if it was good or bad yet. When the doors open at the top floor and directly into the ballroom, Punk stood in the elevator like an idiot for a solid two minutes just staring at the elegantly decorated room full with a red and black themed stage that had one mic stand right at the center and small markers that he could only assume were where the escorts would be standing. His eyes widened when he saw the cream-colored catering section that was full of things he'd never even seen until tonight but that looked delicious. Punk only moved when the worker that'd been told to escort him up cleared his throat and drew his hand back from the elevator doors, prompting Punk to move out.
Punk blushed and apologized, thanking the man and stepping into the room. He looked around, seeing plenty of familiar faces from the office and many more that he'd never seen before but since he was only 10 minutes early he assumed most of the people were clients. Punk spotted JoMo with a rather attractive man around the same age and shaggy brown hair that was about shoulder length he decided to walk over because he could use the moral support from a friend. His plans didn't end up working that way though when Chris walked up to him and extended his hand to him; Punk took the man's hand firmly and shook it, smiling brightly at him because the night was about dazzling right? "Hey, Chris. How're you?"
"Better now. I gotta say I missed your company more than I should've."
Punk let out a small laugh before slowly letting his hand drop back to his side "..we'll see if you missed it enough later on." He teased, grinning when Chris winked at him and gave a slight inclination of his head.
"You'll be worth whatever I pay tonight when I outbid everyone else."
Punk's nerves had finally settled and he was about to respond with something equally flirting to get the man even more hooked but then Ziggler walked up next to him and Chris's attention was split between them. Punk smiled at Ziggler.
"..don't believe him, Punk. He's all talk. Never puts his money where his mouth is." Dolph winked at Chris and even got the older man to flush and that's when Punk realized that this night would not only be about wooing all the clients but also about out-showing all these men enough to catch one of the client's attention.
He bit his piercing before catching himself and nudging Ziggler's hips as if they were close friends —and who knows, after tonight they might be— and winked at him "Who knows, maybe now that I'm here he'll have a reason to do just that." Punk teased, earning a mock gasp of offense from Dolph and a light chuckle from the other blond.
They spent a few more moments talking before Vince showed up and officially announced the beginning of the charity event and proceeded to tell both clients and escorts to 'mingle' for a few more minutes.
The entire room was suddenly filled with chatter and glasses clinking and soft music playing. Punk walked around aimlessly for a while, just getting comfortable enough to approach some of the clients there both his and others he'd never seen.
There was a slight hush in the crowd and Punk looked towards the elevator doors with a look of confusion but when he saw John walk through the metal doors with utmost confidence and a pearl and teal colored suit that hugged his arms and shoulders enough where you could see the massive muscles under the expensive fabric, Punk knew why everyone was stunned into silence. The man's undershirt was an almost translucent teal that was tight enough that it left nothing to the imagination. He swallowed, olive eyes scanning the man's body before landing with John's eyes. Punk saw the amusement there and felt his cheeks heat, walking over to him and shaking hands with him "…you clean up well, John b—Mr. Cena." He teased, still mostly dazed as he felt John release his hand.
"I can say the same about you, Punk." John smirked, dimples flashing brilliantly and he could've sworn he saw Punk gasp silently. He grinned and opened his mouth to give Punk another compliment just to razzle him but Randy showed up next to him not too long after and John smiled politely at Punk before giving his full attention to Randy "Hey, Ran."
"…I say this every year but.. you are the most amazing thing in this room." He grabbed John's hand and kissed the back of the man's hand.
Punk felt like he was invading a private moment so he turned to leave, eyes lingering on their joined hands for perhaps a bit too long but he still managed to move away.
"Huh.. you look nothin' like that Punk kid I talked to the other week."
Punk turned, smirking when he recognized Dean and shaking his hand. He blushed when he felt Dean squeeze his hand a little harder and teasingly run his fingers over Punk's palm. "..I hope you know I'm still capable of all that and more." He muttered out, still flustered from the man's blatant gawking. The way Dean devoured him with his gaze only made Punk remember that that's what half of the men in this room were doing to him right now. He swallowed and blinked when he heard an unrecognizable chuckle from next to him. Punk turned, seeing an unfamiliar face and flushing softly as he stuck his hand out "I'm Punk by the way, Mr…."
"Callihan. But you can call me Sami."
Punk nodded, the slightly bigger man that had this grungy bad boy look to him stared back at him and he smirked trying to play off the nerves "Nice to meet you."
"Mm.. so what are you capable of, Punk?"
He blinked, completely taken aback by the blunt question and staring at Sami but swallowing back his sudden anxiety and plastering a small smirk on his face "I'm capable of more than enough, Mr. Callihan. Why don't you pay and find out?" he winked, earning a grin from Sami and a slight chuckle from Dean before Punk was called a few feet away. He excused himself but not before winking at both men and turned toward the new face. Punk smiled politely and extended his hand "You know who I am.. what do I call you?"
The slightly shorter man with greenish colored eyes and a square jaw grinned at him "You are as brash as they say."
The accent was definitely Irish.. or something of the sort and it threw Punk out of the loop but he regained his composure quickly, smirking at him and shaking his hand as he spoke "What can I say, I'm a Punk ass kid."
The man grinned at him, releasing his hand "There is nothing 'kid' about you, Punk.. I can see what all the fuss is about."
He didn't know how to respond to that; people had been talking about him this much? Punk bit his piercing and moved it around a bit before the man reached out and squeezed his shoulder.
"I'm Fergal. Most people just call me Devitt or.. Prince." He smirked at that, his astonishingly green eyes seeming to get brighter right then.
"I'll start with Devitt. Prince is a title that has to be earned." He winked at the man, earning a soft chuckle and another shoulder squeeze. Punk felt his stomach churn nervously again but kept his game face on, talking with the man about random nothings. During their conversation, it didn't slip his attention that there were a few clients and a few escorts staring their way and mumbling amongst themselves. Punk tried not to look too much into it.
Thankfully, not too long after Fergal left him Vince was back on stage and announced that the beginning of the bidding was to start and the escorts were to take their place behind the stage.
Punk bit his lip piercing nervously and began walking towards the stage until he felt Morrison grab his elbow and pull him towards the makeshift 'backstage' area. He huffed and pulled his arm out of the man's grip "Nice to see you too.."
Morrison smirked and began fussing over Punk's appearance, loosening his friend's tie and unbuttoning the top two buttons before patting the straightened blond locks back down "Mm.. better." He hummed his approval, earning a look from Punk and laughing softly.
"Thanks.." he breathed out and panicked all over again when his friend shoved him to the front of the line and began protesting until he saw that the initials on the tape were his. Punk looked at Morrison with a lost expression.
"…it's tradition. First up is the new meat, second is last year's highest bidder, and after that it's first come first serve." He said proudly, fixing his own hair and making sure there were no wrinkles in his shirt.
Punk nodded and froze when he heard Vince call his name as "Punk Brooks" making him scoff as he straightened out his posture and walked around the stage then up the steps at the stage. There were a few murmurs in the crowd and some hollers but Punk was too busy trying to keep his heart from jumping out of his chest to even be able to focus on what they were saying.
He walked up towards Vince with as much confidence and grace as he could handle and smiled at the man despite his feelings towards him. Punk shook the man's hand and faced the room full of about 100 or so clients and Punk scanned the crowd, trying to remain calm. When Vince started talking about him and his kinks, Punk felt his face heat up but tried to suppress it as best as he could and instead just smirked out at the crowd. His olive eyes locked with a few members in the crowd and avoided some people that just gave him a creepy vibe like that brick-like guy in the middle of the room that had a baby's face on his behemoth body. But Punk focused on the smaller, younger, handsome man next to him and smiled brightly. He hadn't even noticed that Vince stopped talking and the crowd was now staring at him as if expecting him to do something. So he did what he figured he should do when he was being sold as a piece of meat.
Punk took a few steps to the left and gave a slow turn, feeling a weird wave of pleasure wash over him when a few whistles were heard in the crowd. He stopped, facing the crowd again and lowered his head enough where some of the blond hair with bright red tips covered his face. He tilted his head like he would when expecting his clients to do something and gave a half smirk.
That's when Vince decided to call out for the opening bid to start. Somewhere in the crowd there was a small voice calling out '6,000' and Punk gaped at them because that was already the price of two of his appointments (approximately) and he locked gazes with Jeff, smiling at him and seeing the man flush when Punk realized his eyes had been on the bright colors of his chest tattoo out on display. Punk chuckled out a small laugh and looked at Vince, expecting that to be all but a rough voice called out '8,000' and Punk looked over to see that Sami guy looking at him with interest. Punk couldn't help but flush as he just nodded at the man and Vince looked a little surprised but asked for more bids. '9,000' a small pause '11,000' and Punk gaped for a bit but kept his gaze scanning the crowd. He heard an all too familiar voice call out '15,000' and Punk about shit himself because Chris had actually put his money where his mouth was for him and Punk couldn't help but grin over at the man. He was sure that was it when Dean's gruff voice from the back of the room called out '23,000' and Punk stared at him in disbelief.
A murmur ran through the crowd and Vince started silencing them and soon more bids came out, each a thousand away and most of the time Punk didn't even know who they were. He was starting to get overwhelmed and just stared at the crowd, pretending to lock gazes but not really focusing on them because he was sure they were at 30,000 right now and he couldn't even handle that. Punk gently sucked his lip piercing into his mouth and a small hush ran through the crowd again when he realized Vince had called off the bid at 35,000 which was apparently the highest bid for a newbie in company history. Punk looked around the crowd wondering who paid that much money for him and his gaze stopped when he landed on the smug look on Corey's face. He let out a small breath at remembering their first night together and his cheeks flushed. Vince gave Punk instructions then and let him exit the stage and go meet up his client.
Punk obediently gave a slight bow and walked out with as much confidence as he could muster because he was now shaky at the fact he'd scored 14,000 for his charity and 15,750 for himself. He heard a few claps as he walked towards Graves and even saw a few unfamiliar faces look at him regretfully. He tried to smile politely at them and stopped when he reached Graves, linking his arm through the man's offered arm and smiling at him "…First night that good?" he teased.
"…better, actually. I had more of a budget for you tonight because I wasn't going home without you. But.. no one else was willing to go higher after I went 5,000 more in one call." He seemed rather proud of himself, making Punk laugh and just facing forward as he focused on the stage already seeing Vince call the next bid at an end with Morrison getting 43,000 for his night. Punk watched as the man walked toward that brunette again and smiled, glad Morrison was at least going to someone he seemed comfortable around.
The rest of the night went rather uneventfully, most people scoring between 25-30k each. It wasn't until the closing bid went up that Punk saw many things happen at once. That Randy guy tensed up and the brick-like guy walked towards the stage at the same time as another long-haired guy perked up despite the fact he already had Shawn on his arm. Punk looked at Corey in confusion and Corey shrugged, just as lost as he was.
Opening bid for John started at 35,000 placed by the brick-guy who Vince identified as Mr. Lesnar. For some reason when Punk looked at John the man looked scared but he was clenching his fists and Punk assumed they were shaking. He instinctively gripped Corey's biceps harder and shifted closer to him, not liking the tension in the room at all. That Randy guy called out 45,000 which was now the highest bid of the night and Punk saw John relax before the guy that had Shawn on his arm who he was now just realizing was Hunter called out 50,000 and people started murmuring because he already had one on his arm but they were quieted by Vince who was about to call an end when Lesnar called out 53,000 and everyone stared at him. Vince seemed pissed but he still called for the end of the bid and John started shifting uncomfortably on the stage and Punk felt absolutely helpless but he still watched as Vince closed it and called John the highest bid of the night and told him to go to his client.
Punk didn't like the sick look on Vince's face and he tensed a bit, feeling Corey's hand on his back and trying to soothe the tension away from him "What is happening?"
Corey looked at Punk and gave him a small smile "…that guys a new client.. his first year here from what I heard but apparently he has history with John and.. well, I don't think it looks like good history, do you?"
He had a sick feeling wash through him and looked at Corey who just looked back towards John and seemed like he was trying to just ignore the whole situation which Punk figured he should be doing too because this was a legal agreement and there was nothing anyone could do.
Thankfully their distraction came in the shape of a shorter, eccentric man by the name of Dean Ambrose. Dean patted Corey on the shoulder and shook his head at him "I can't believe you outbid me for him."
Punk flushed and looked at Dean "What'd you bid?"
Graves smirked at both of them "Dean was the 30k bidder. I outshowed him by 5k and he couldn't take the heat." He joked.
Dean huffed and crossed his arms before giving Punk a longing look then forcing his gaze away when Corey's hand around Punk's shoulders tightened.
Punk looked up at Corey and saw the slight warning in his gaze and Punk felt a weird sense of pleasure wash through him so he muttered the only thing on his mind to ease the tension "Guess next year you'll just have to want me more." He teased Dean, earning a chuckle from both men and Dean looked at him gratefully before walking away and letting them have privacy.
After that, it was couples pretty much walking around and talking to each other, all the clients that didn't outbid anyone went home pretty soon after John was rented out for the night. Punk glanced around the room looking for John but couldn't see him or his client anywhere and that made a sick feeling wash over him but Corey must've noticed it because the man just dropped his hand to Punk's waist and pulled their bodies together. Punk slumped against the man because even though he wasn't emotionally attached to any of his clients he was glad that they weren't assholes to him and that they gave him comfort when Colt wasn't around to.
He bit his lip piercing and wrapped an arm around Corey as well, walking around and talking to the remaining couples. He met Morrison's client –Trent– and got to know Christian a little better as the older man introduced him to his client that went by Edge. Punk even spent some time talking to Dolph and his client Alex who seemed a little shy but Dolph seemed to put him at ease so Punk figured it was a good pairing. They spent a few minutes joking and laughing with Dolph and Alex and Dolph even said he would have to snoop for Punk's number so they could have a videogame night one time and Punk thought he might be able to help John out sooner rather than later after all.
Punk felt a small squeeze to his hip about an hour after the biddings fell in and looked at Corey, seeing the look on his face and blushing despite himself. He excused himself from Alex's and Dolph's conversation and said he was going to call it a night and give his client his money's worth. Corey liked the sound of that by the growl that resonated low in his throat and Punk grinned, olive eyes flicking up to catch Corey's gaze as he ran his tongue over the small stud on his lip, giving Corey a perfect view of his tongue piercing while he was at it. That only managed to get Corey to drag him out of the ballroom and down the long corridor that led to the rooms.
He grinned to himself as they slid against Corey when the man tried to open the room which belonged to 'P.B. and guest', glancing at the man and saying the most lust-filled tone he could manage "..if that's how you act seeing my tongue piercing.. I wonder how you'll be when you see my nipple piercings." He knew the man hadn't seen them before and he was curious to see how he would react. Punk had decided to go all out with the piercings today since it was a special occasion and by the faraway look on Corey's face at the way the man shifted his position, Punk knew it was a smart choice. He laughed and dropped his hand on the man's Dolce slacks, running his hand sensually up Corey's lean thigh. Punk felt considerably calmer and more in his element than he had the night he met Corey and apparently that was what Corey needed because the man moaned softly and bit his lip.
"Punk.." it was a warning but the blond man didn't seem to care as he gently started palming his hardening member through his slacks. Corey gasped and gripped the key card tighter, wondering how the hell he was going to get through a whole night and day tomorrow of living with this fucking man. A small growl left him when Punk leaned over his shoulder and ran the barbell in his tongue over his jaw, his eyes fluttered closed for a second before Punk squeezed his member over the slacks and spoke up.
"Open the door. I kinda want privacy for what I'm going to do to you." He teased, knowing he was being an asshole but he figured having his mind on sex was healthier than worrying about shit he had no control over. He was glad their room was at the edge of the top floor, only one other room next to theirs and it was Morrison's so if he would have to listen to anything it at least wouldn't be John's screams.
His mind focused back on reality when Corey managed to push the door open and stumbled inside with Punk's hand still on his covered member. Punk smirked and kicked the door closed, pushing Corey against it and unbuttoning the man's shirt. He ran his pierced tongue over the freshly exposed skin, reveling in the moans and growls leaving Corey's throat.
A/N: So it was a slow update and stuff but yeah. Anyway, I was wondering if you guys wanted to read any other couple's night after the gala? Besides John's & Punk's because I was planning on doing both next chapter. Thanks for reading guys, leave reviews with any comments or questions. Thank you.