A/N: Enjoy the fluff/smut at beginning because shit hits the fan.

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On to the story! :D

When Punk was settled in bed, laying a few inches away from Corey, he looked at the man "I'm not gonna sleep much am I?" it was a joking question but by the look on Corey's face when the man chuckled and looped an arm around him to pull him closer, Punk knew the answer. And for some reason, he knew he would be more than okay with the lack of sleep tonight.

…

Punk panted harshly, fists tugging at the torn sheets as he arched off the bed and cursed out. One hand flew out to claw at Corey's thigh as he bucked up into the man and came hard. He heard the low whimper and soon felt the other man's come on his abs, Corey sinking down on his member once more as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

"Sonofabitch!.." he groaned, leaning down to kiss Punk hard, hips rolling against the blond's as their breathing came back down to normal. Corey tugged the man's lip ring softly, smirking at the moan he got out of Punk. "…I got you for a steal. This was worth way more than 35 thousand." He chuckled, slowly lifting himself off Punk. Corey's body was still buzzing and he had a feeling it was the constant afterglow of the past 18 or so hours. They'd gone at it at least 12 times and he came every time so his head was feeling a little light and now he didn't want to let this man go but he knew the rules, breaking them might get both of them out.

Punk smirked "I'd be more than willing to accept a higher bid next time.." he teased, reaching for the sheets and wiping himself off. Housekeeping would have a bitch of a time with their room but he couldn't bring himself to care especially not since they had to check out in an hour. He huffed when he saw the clock, stretching and smacking Corey's arm hard "…you better pray we make it."

Corey smirked, getting up and limping his way to the bathroom "…don't even pretend it wasn't worth it for you!" he chuckled when Punk guffawed but didn't say anything.

Punk mumbled under his breath as he headed to the shower with Corey, rolling his eyes at the look he got from him "What? Thanks to you we don't have time for separate showers. Keep your hands off me." He chastised though he had a smirk on his face.

They managed to shower with only minimal groping and a few kisses before they got dressed and headed back down to the lobby. Punk fidgeted with his tie, loosening it a little and waiting for Corey to sign off on the paperwork in the front so they could go.

Corey grinned at Punk, "I'll see you in a few days.. hopefully I'll be recovered by then."

Before Punk had a chance to make a snarky comment, he heard fake gagging and rolled his eyes when he saw Dolph walking out with his arm around Alex's shoulders. The touch seemed too intimate but for some reason, it looked okay when they did it. "Oh shut up. I can gag at how thoroughly fucked you look right now too. What? Did Alex thrust just a little too hard?"

Dolph smirked and winked at Punk at the same time Alex gasped and tried to hide himself.

Corey just shook his head at the scene "Don't worry, Alex.. some of us like giving the hard fucking .." he looked over at Punk "..and some of us are okay with just taking the brutal beatings."

"Who's giving it brutally?"

Dolph, Punk, and Corey all burst out laughing while Alex just looked like he wanted the ground to eat him alive as they all turned to the voice. Morrison casually pushed his perfectly styled hair back and flashed them a winning smile "Sorry, couldn't help myself."

They all started talking for a while, the clients getting the paperwork done amongst the playful banter and excited plan-making and even a few phone number exchanges (between escorts) as everyone started getting more comfortable around each other.

Few minutes later, each client and escort was in their own car.

Punk sat out front on the bench, smiling down at his phone screen when he saw Colt's message letting him know he was on his way. He played with his lip piercing as he looked around the lot, smile on his face falling when he saw a very on-edge John talking to Vince. He fisted his hands and waited for them to stop so he could go talk to his friend.

Vince shook his head "Absolutely not. Not after the money he gave out for you tomorrow. He'll become another one of your regulars."

John took in a deep breath and shook his head firmly "No. I'm not doin' it. I told you. If you want me to keep fucking your son-in-law behind your daughter's back, I'm not going to take on more than two clients."

Vince smirked at that "Excellent. We'll cut Randy from your schedule."

John froze at that, "N..no. You can't He's been a loyal customer for years."

"Don't tell me what I can and cannot do, Mr. Cena. I will have you removed from my program and blacklisted. And let me tell you that once a man with my reputation and my generous donations to charity blacklists someone here.. their lives are over."

John hung his head, nodding "Yes sir. I.. can I just add him? three clients? I'll make it work."

Vince smiled, clamping his hand down on John's shoulder in a way that would seem fatherly to outsiders but was really laced with a threat, "I know you will or else you can kiss this job.. or any goodbye."

John stood there after Vince left, tears threatening to spill as he thought about the fact that he was now going to have to deal with a psycho ex as well as a sadistic bastard. But then again, maybe he was the one that was weak and he deserv—

"John?"

He looked over, seeing a very concerned Punk and trying his best to appear composed "Yeah?"

John's voice shook and Punk inwardly cursed the old bastard as he gently rested his hand on John's shoulder, the same one he'd seen Vince grab as the old man whispered something to John "What was that all about?"

John couldn't help but shiver when Punk touched him, the stark contrast between this man's caress and what he'd been receiving for a little over 18 hours was enough to make him want to move closer to Punk. .. so he did. "…I.. he told me Brock will be one of my regulars now."

Punk frowned, hand slowly sliding down John's arm until he grabbed the older man's hand. It wasn't something he normally did but the way John almost curled into him seconds ago just made Punk want to protect John to the best of his ability "..did.. is.. he like Hunter?"

The question made John bite his lip as he squeezed Punk's hand hard, letting go of his normally composed demeanor just for a brief moment as he leaned closer to Punk "Worse."

A chill ran through him, his other hand coming up to rest on John's back as he pulled the man against his chest. "John.. you can't do this.. he can't do this to you, you deserve better."

John tensed at Punk's words, not because he didn't think Punk was being honest but because the words went against everything he believed about himself for so long. He shook his head, pulling away from Punk abruptly and rubbing his hand over his face "No. I don't. I brought this on myself when I chose that bastard as my first boyfriend."

Punk felt deep sadness fill him, heart clenching as he shook his head and tugged John's arm, forcing the man to face him and pulling him close enough where their chests were touching and he could look directly into John's eyes "You deserve much better. You didn't bring any of this on yourself. No one would want that for themselves and I am sure as hell you didn't either."

John felt a sense of safety wash over him when Punk's chest pressed against his, the look of determination on the blond's eyes and sincerity rolling out of him enticing John to lean down. His heart was pounding, body tense with anticipation as he parted his lips and he could've sworn Punk was thinking about doing the same thing but then a loud sound startled him back and John took a step back at the same time Punk rummaged through his suit pockets for his phone and pulled it out.

"…yeah?" fuck.. was he breathless? Was he actually going to let John do that? Punk looked away from John, heart beating at least 3 times its normal rhythm "No, I'm fine.. yeah, promise. … what? Oh, yeah.. I was up front I just saw John and needed to talk to him.. I'll be right there, .. no, you don't have to move to find me, I'll run over. Sorry. Yeah.. thank you." He locked his phone and looked over at John who was now shaking his head and staring at the ground. Punk worried his lip and walked over to John "I.. I have to go, John.. I'll talk to you soon? Text me if you need to talk? And.. please know it's not your fault."

John couldn't meet Punk's gaze, instead just kept his gaze on the asphalt and nodded softly at the blond "Yeah.. I'll see you next meeting. Have a good night, Punk.."

Punk could tell John's voice was guarded again and could only imagine what his boss was thinking but he couldn't just wait around for John, Colt was picking him up and they had plans. He sighed and turned to leave "Night."

When he got into the car, Colt grabbed him by his tie and kissed the hell out of him. Punk pulled away first, a small smile on his face as he tried to keep what just happened bottled up "…Sorry, I just really want to get cleaned up first."

Colt nodded, lacing their fingers together after shifting the car into gear and driving them back to the apartment. He could tell something was wrong but Punk always told him when he was ready so Colt would wait; he had to.

The ride to the apartment was quiet and it was making Colt antsy so when they got into the apartment and Punk went to the bathroom without so much as a glance in his direction, he shook his head and just took out the things he'd prepared for dinner that night. Colt looked at the decent-looking casserole that he'd made with organic crap since that's what Punk liked and then to the bread he'd ordered from the deli downtown. He was going to stay and share the food with his boyfriend but Punk came back downstairs with his laptop in his hands and headphones blaring. Colt wasn't an idiot, he got the hint.

He had this night planned out and Punk had hinted at being ready for the 'final' step so of course Colt wanted it to be today but his boyfriend had no intent of that happening. Colt shook his head and pulled Punk's headphones from his head, not even flinching when the man glared at him "…I'm leaving. I'll see you whenever you're gonna stop ignoring me."

Punk blinked at the man, shaking his head and feeling the annoyance quickly turn to panic "I'm not ignoring you."

Colt laughed "okay.. sure, because you always walk around blaring music when I'm here. If I knew this was the change trying the relationship again would have I wouldn't have agreed." He sighed, letting out a shaky breath and grabbing his car keys.

"Colt.."

"I made dinner, I think it's still warm. I'll see you."

The slam of the door made Punk jump, eyes falling back down to the laptop he'd just turned back on and saw had a few emails from John. He groaned in frustration and closed it, shoving it aside as he rested his head in his hands, tattooed hands tugging at his long hair.

Punk stayed in that position for too long, face sticky from the tears he'd shed. Honestly, he couldn't even say why he was crying and that was the scariest part. Most of him wanted Colt back but he was also frustrated at the man for leaving him and assuming Punk was even ignoring him when all he needed was some time. Then he had to deal with the fact his phone was buzzing again and he knew they were from John.

He slowly stretched back out, sighing inwardly as he picked up his phone and typed out a message for his boyfriend

[Text] I'm sorry. I wasn't ignoring you. Or at least I wasn't trying to. Just.. something happened right before you picked me up.

[Text] I want to tell you but it's hard to over text.

[Text] Maybe next time you come around I can let you know?

Punk stared at his phone for at least 10 minutes, waiting for a response but all he saw was the annoying 'read' check under his messages. He bit his lip

[Text] Just tell me when I can talk to you again.

He groaned and leaned back against the couch, hugging one of the small throw pillows to his chest and zoning out. Punk didn't want to face the fact that he couldn't kiss Colt how Colt wanted because he'd felt too guilty of what he'd almost let happen in the parking lot. Sure, it was mostly out of not wanting John to think he was undesirable but that didn't make the situation any better. It was one thing to kiss a person as a job another to let a friend kiss you when you have a boyfriend.

Tears started stinging in his eyes again and Punk just curled up further into himself, staring blankly at the black TV as he waited. For what, he wasn't sure but it seemed like the only thing to do.

By the time his phone buzzed again, it was starting to get a little brighter outside and Punk shifted on the couch, hissing loudly as his muscles got that stinging feeling from cramping. He cursed and sat up, rolling the worst of the pain in his neck away and reaching for the phone.

Sadly, it wasn't Colt. But it also wasn't John.

[Text] Hey, newbie.. I remember you told me you don't sleep so figured I'd ask if you're up for a run?

Punk frowned for a moment as he stared at the name on the screen but then his mind slowly got out of his haze enough for him to process the question or more importantly how this could be the beginning of the end for John's problems. He tried not to think too much about why he cared about John's feelings or his life so much as he sent a message back to Dolph

[Text] Where?

The reply he got made him laugh and Punk sighed, getting off the couch and staring down at his baggy basketball shorts and Colt's shirt he was still wearing from after his shower. He felt a small tug on his chest when he smoothed his hand down the shirt and sighed as he walked over to the closet and pulled out his running shoes.

Punk walked over to the park and stood at the entrance, looking up at the almost teal sky mixed with the crappy orange from the streetlights and sighed.

"What's with the long fa- holy shit you look like hell. Man not let you sleep all night?" Dolph chuckled but after seeing Punk's slight frown he stopped, frowning as well and clamping the man's shoulder. "Kiddin' man.. but you really do look like shit. Somethin' happen?"

He stared at the blond, just know remembering that this man really didn't have a censor. Punk shook his head "Didn't sleep."

"No kidding.. you look like you could use a drink or two."

Punk did laugh at that "I probably could.. too bad for me that I'm straight edge, huh?"

Dolph stared blankly at Punk mostly because he never would've guessed it by the man's looks but then again maybe he needed to stop judging people based on appearances.. after all, Vince looked like a caring grandpa and everyone knows he's really Lucifer reincarnated.

Punk waved his hand in front of Dolph's face, "Dolph?"

"Sorry.. I just.. yeah, just surprised me is all.. but that's cool man, to each their own and shit. Then how about I get you some nice apple cider while I get fucked up later?"

Punk snickered, shaking his head and being able to forget his rotten mood for a bit because this actually felt like two friends just relaxing. In the back of his head he knew it was really because Dolph's rambling reminded him of his boyfriend but he wouldn't acknowledge that right now, he'd have to wait for Colt.

"That a no?"

Punk blinked at the man and shook his head "Nah, we can do that man.. it's the day after so no one really scheduled anything. Is that a company thing?"

Dolph grinned and nodded "Yeah, it is.. no one wants us exhausted and smelling of another person after a whole day of fucking."

Punk grimaced.

"Oh please.. tell me that's not what you and Mr. High and Mysterious were doing.."

"Shut up."

"Exactly." Dolph laughed and started his app to track the running before grinning at Punk "Now you shut up and get to workin' out. You're gonna make me fall behind."

Punk didn't even have a chance to respond before Dolph started jogging. He muttered under his breath and slid his headphones on before running as well.

They kept the pace pretty close together for the first two miles but after that Dolph started lapping Punk around the park and Punk was getting too tired to keep going. He groaned as he stood next to bench and started doing cool-down exercises. When Dolph came next to him again and patted his shoulder, Punk looked up at him "you don't have to stop.. I'm just takin' a break."

"You're kidding, right? I ran one mile more than usual. The first two with you then four when you did two and a half.. I think I can call it a day."

Punk rolled his eyes "Thanks for reminding me of that embarrassing overlap session."

Dolph laughed and dried his face off with the hem of his shirt "Not all of us can be exercise gods, Punk."

He snorted at that and took a long drink of water "Right."

Dolph smirked and nudged Punk "I'm serious.. you held your own." He was going to keep complimenting Punk for that but the blond sprayed his face with water and Dolph sputtered, cursing the younger man and punching his arm "Asswipe."

Punk laughed, jogging to the edge of the park with Dolph following him "Not my fault you don't know how to shut up."

"Maybe if you were more fit I wouldn't have to criticize you." He teased as he walked with Punk to his car and opened it up. Dolph changed into a clean t-shirt and dropped his shorts before tugging on some clean sweats. He started tying his hair up when he looked at Punk again "Wanna go get breakfast?"

He nodded and sighed as he took the clean hoodie and basketball shorts Dolph handed to him "Thanks.. I'll give this back next time we workout together."

Dolph shrugged and waited for Punk to change so they could walk over to the café a few blocks away "Don't worry about it. They fit me too baggy anyway." That earned him a slap to his arm but he just laughed it off and lead them to the café.

"Thanks.." Punk told the worker that handed him his coffee and his sandwich, turning to face Dolph and letting the man choose the table.

"That looks delicious." He groaned as he sat down and slurped the fruit shake in his hand.

Punk lifted a brow "Why didn't you get it?"

Dolph waved his nutrition shake in front of Punk's face then pointed at the protein-packed breakfast platter he'd ordered "Because I'm trying to keep myself bulked up. This hot body doesn't come easily."

He rolled his eyes "Thank the gods I don't care about getting abs."

Dolph smirked, giving Punk a playful once-over "That's a shame, I'm sure your rebel-like looks would look amazing with a six-pack."

Punk chuckled and bit into his breakfast sandwich "Mm.. it's too bad this food tastes too good for me to be willing to give it up just to find out." He grinned.

The rest of their breakfast went much of the same way, playful banter like it had been yesterday. Punk rolled his eyes when the lunch crowd came buzzing in and looked over at the clock then back to Dolph.

"Want a ride back to your place?"

Punk smiled and nodded, needing to go get his dirty clothes from Dolph's car anyway. "Thanks, man."

"Not like I have anything else to do.. well until later when you're gonna get drinks with me."

Punk grinned and nodded, walking back to the park where Dolph left his car and sighing a bit "I needed to ask you some stuff.."

"Okay?.. shoot."

He worried his lip piercing for a moment "Uh.. are you friends with John?"

Dolph looked taken aback by the question but he still answered the man as they got into his car "Uh.. yeah.. I mean we don't hang out much anymore but sometimes we spend some time together. Why?"

Punk nodded, rubbing the back of his neck as he thought of the best way to word this.

"What?"

He sighed and just started talking, explaining everything as concisely as possible and only sharing enough for Dolph to understand why he was worried. When he finished and managed to look over at Dolph, the man was carefully trying to hide his emotions and Punk shook his head "Nevermind. It's none of my business. I get it.. I just thought maybe we could .. I don't know."

Dolph parked the car outside Punk's apartment complex "….no, it's none of your business."

Punk nodded, getting his dirty clothes and opening the door.

"Just like it's none of mine. I've been tryin' for so long to get him to get help but.. he doesn't think he can get better so he doesn't see the point." Dolph sighed, starting to get that familiar feeling he always did when he thought about terrible things. "If you can think of something that might help, I'm game.. and I know Shawn is too.. just, there's not much we haven't tried, ya know?"

Punk nodded, feeling much better now at knowing he had people to help him with John even if one of them still made his stomach churn. "Yeah, okay.. we'll think about it. Thanks.. and sorry for bringing it up I just.. he.. no one deserves that shit, ya know?"

Dolph frowned, promptly thinking about some of the stories Alex had told him in their post-sex haze and gripping the steering wheel tighter "Yeah, no one deserves it." he nodded before letting out a long breath "Alright, man. I'll see you later for those drinks, I sure as hell need 'em now."

Punk chuckled softly, glancing at the blond apologetically "Yeah.. sure thing. Just give me a call when you're gonna come pick me up?

"Sure thing. I'll see ya, man.. and thank you for comin' with me…"

Punk nodded at Dolph before sliding out and shutting the door behind him. He headed up to his apartment, going straight up to his room to put the dirty clothes away and froze when he saw Colt sitting on his bed.

Colt stared at Punk, eyes taking in the bags under his boyfriend's eyes and then moving down to the clothes he was wearing that definitely weren't his. He looked down to his hands "Nice clothes."

Punk sighed "They're Dolph's we went r-.."

"He another gigolo?"

He rolled his eyes and tossed the clothes into the hamper "Yeah, he is.. Scott. But remember, so am I and if you're not okay with that then what the fuck are we even doing?"

Colt's jaw set as he examined his hands more closely "I was gonna ask you the same thing."

Punk felt his heart pound, looking at Colt with a guarded expression "What do you mean you were going to ask me the same thing?"

"…if this job is going to consume your life.. I don't want to try this out again. I don't want to be an asshole but I'm also not going to let you just ignore the fact that I'm your boyfriend when it's convenient to you. I know what I want but seems like I don't just get to have it anymore so.. I.. maybe we're not ready to try dating again, Punk."

He swallowed, nodding at Colt only because he knew he deserved this. He'd never been the best at going to people when he needed help and even though he wanted to start with Colt he knew he had John to worry about and Punk didn't want to half-ass this. "Okay."

Colt let out a small, sad laugh, trying to hold tears back. "'okay' … yeah, don't seem too broken up about it." He shook his head and got up, picking up his bag from the side of the bed and nodding at Punk "I don't know why I expected more. I picked up extra shifts.. so probably can't come around here for a while."

Punk nodded, knowing what Colt meant and just staring at him "I'm sorry."

Colt nodded, "Me too."

He stood there, listening to the man's footsteps and eventually the loud slam of the door that resonated through the apartment. For some reason, this one seemed much more definitive and Punk couldn't help but just stare blankly at the floor, stomach churning and mind spinning with all the things he had to do.

A/N: Took too long but there you go. Review?