A/N: Hi. I'm back.
Vindictive John Dark Fantasy: NO FOURSOME xD Most of the feelings have been misplaced because of John's sensitive state and I hope to explain that more later on. :)
Takers dark lover: Ah.. wonderful question. Let's just say: angst.. lots of angst.
AnetteBP: Glad you think so, love. And I'm rooting for them too!
UnholyVengeance09: Thank you so much! ;-; that means a lot to me, bb. And I believe I have made you wait long enough so without further ado..
On to the story! =]
This chapter is for my wonderful girlfriend - AnetteBP. I have many things to thank her for and my desire to write has a lot to do with her so THANK YOU my love.
Punk grinned and stretched a bit as he looked at Morrison "They're cute." He grinned and flicked the man's covered side "…CHOOSE something!"
Morrison grinned and squirmed away from Punk's finger before grabbing the control and settling on American Horror Story.
Punk was still trying to tickle Morrison when he heard the title card for AHS start to play. He stopped and grinned at the brunette "I could kiss you right now."
Morrison grinned as he shut off the remote, answering in his usual teasing manner "I'm not gonna stop you." He winked and blew a kiss to Punk before relaxing against the couch and watching the pilot.
Punk chuckled, shaking his head at the man's teasing. "Tease." He muttered before shifting and tucking his feet under his legs as he leaned against the arm rest of the couch and watched the screen. The blond felt Morrison shift about half way through the first episode and looked over.
Morrison stretched and pouted a bit as he couldn't find a comfortable spot. He looked at Punk, noticing the man was now sitting with only one foot tucked under the opposite thigh and the other leg fully stretched out. He smiled and lounged on the couch, laying on his side and using Punk's thigh as a pillow.
Punk huffed and shifted his weight off his foot, stretching both legs out instead and adjusting himself so he was against the back of the couch "I'm glad you're comfortable, pretty boy." He teased.
The brunette hummed happily at the nickname and turned to look at Punk "I'd be more comfortable if your boxers weren't in the way of me touching your leg." Morrison teased, eyes gleaming slightly as he pouted up at Punk before adding, "Or if I could see the piercings again."
Punk flushed and shook his head at the man's suggestive tone, "Just see?" he teased right back, lifting his hoodie up enough to expose his chest and grinning at the slight flush that graced Johnny's face.
Morrison huffed when Punk pulled the hoodie back down "And I'm the tease.." he muttered, voice whiny in that way when he didn't get what he wanted. The male looked at the screen again as the next episode started up and shifted a bit, needing to find a more comfortable spot now that his body was paying perhaps too much attention to the man next to him. Johnny knew he should move away from Punk now but he didn't want to disrupt the calmness that filled him as soon as he lay on the man.
Punk grinned, not saying anything to the man's smart remark and instead watching more of the show. They stayed that way; Morrison alternating between laying on his back and on his side throughout the next 3 episodes.
Neither of them even noticed –or at least didn't comment— when Punk started stroking Johnny's hair. And they certainly didn't mention when Morrison started humming contently and pushing back against Punk's hand.
A sound close to a mewl left Morrison's lips as Punk scratched his scalp lightly, heart fluttering when he realized what he'd just done and cheeks flushing as he focused on the TV. He tried to keep himself from making those noises again and as much as he hated to admit it, he was getting sleepy. Last thing he wanted was to ruin this by falling asleep on Punk. He shifted a bit then sat up, looking at Punk curiously though not saying anything as he sat next to the man instead, thighs mere centimeters apart.
Punk smiled at Johnny and though he didn't mention the mewl.. he'd definitely heard it. And –truthfully- he wanted to hear more of it. When the man sat up, he relaxed a bit and rested his hand on his thigh, his heart beating faster.
The tension in the air was making Morrison fidgety. He could almost see the waves of desire rolling off his own body and he sure as hell could see the way Punk kept casting glances his way. He bit his lip at some point during the intro to the fourth episode then opened his mouth to speak as he turned to face Punk but before he could even utter a word, Punk's lips were close enough where he could feel the light tickling from the man's breathing. Morrison's gaze flicked up to the man's eyes quickly, heart skipping a beat when he saw the amusement in Punk's gaze.
"You haven't seen teasing yet, pretty boy." He breathed out against the brunette's lips before closing his eyes and pressing their lips together. It was a soft kiss, both men exploring the other's lips before Johnny's lips parted slightly and a small whine rumbled in his throat. Punk couldn't deny the man what he wanted so he deepened the kiss slightly, tongue tracing over Johnny's bottom lip before delving inside.
He hummed into the kiss, letting Punk's tongue explore his mouth and feeling sparks of pleasure fill him every time the tongue ring touched his wet muscle. Morrison panted softly as he felt Punk pull away, opening his eyes again and letting out a small chuckle at the smirk on Punk's face. "You're still a tease."
Punk shrugged, feeling the tension and slight apprehension he'd felt before the kiss evaporate. He grinned at Johnny and reached over for the remote, fingers caressing the man's covered thigh as he brought the control up. He grinned at Johnny and tilted his head "I thought you were one of those dates that didn't like giving everything on the first date?"
Morrison pouted further, "We are way past the first date."
Punk grinned, "And we're also way past your bed time, pretty boy.. if you're staying here I'll need to lock my door." He teased.
The brunette laughed and shook his head, standing up once Punk shut off the x-box and the TV. He stretched a bit "No need. I didn't bring any clothes." He pouted, "..so as much as I'd love to sleep here and ravish your body – I can't stay 'cause I'm not going in this out in public." Morrison huffed, flipping his hair back and blushing slightly when he heard Punk's laugh. He glared playfully at the man before collecting his keys and handing Punk his phone "By the way.. this turned off during the first episode. You might wanna charge it overnight." He blew a kiss to Punk again before walking to the door.
Punk nodded and connected his phone next to the couch, leaving it there before walking Morrison out the door and grinning at him "Thanks. And I'll see you in a few hours." He commented, seeing as it was close to 4am and the man looked about ready to pass out. The blond leaned over and pressed his lips against Morrison's cheek before pulling away and winking "Night, Johnny."
He smiled against the kiss and nodded back at Punk before waving in his usual way and walking away "Night, Punky."
The blond smirked as he shut the door and finished turning off the lights downstairs, not even remembering about the stress he'd been feeling earlier from talking to Colt. Sure, he felt a little wary of starting anything with anyone right now but Morrison made it feel much more.. natural.
He peeled off his hoodie again and walked upstairs in just his boxers, sliding into bed and quickly finding a comfortable spot. For once his mind was free of bad thoughts even though he was alone. Punk settled down and as soon as his breathing slowed, he was asleep.
He awoke hours later to the sound of a horn blaring down the street. Punk grumbled and cursed the car before glancing over at his nightstand and seeing the time. His eyes went wide as he got out of bed and muttered obscenities to himself while he showered and got ready for lunch with Morrison.
Noon. When was the last time he slept until noon?
Punk worried his lip ring as he pulled on his pair of faded black jeans and a black button up shirt with hints of the same color of purple Morrison had picked out for him for the gala. Maybe he'd gone shopping after that and looked for that color – sue him.
When he made it to the café, he smirked a bit as he sat down across from Morrison and tilted his head to the side "Hey, pretty boy. This seat taken?"
Morrison chuckled, "Mhm. A messy, mysterious blond man is supposed to meet me here.. but seeing as he's late, you'll do."
Punk laughed, picking up the menu and shrugging "I slept in." he muttered before looking through the items and humming every time he spotted something he liked.
The brunette gaped at the blond because he clearly remembered that Punk hardly slept well and NEVER slept late. His curiosity made him want to ask the man but he bit his tongue and instead just focused on sipping his coffee.
His eyes flicked over to Morrison over the menu, the way the man's face was scrunched up in thought was too adorable. Punk felt something start in the pit of his stomach then travel upwards until his heart jumped and warmth spread through his body. He was so screwed.
Morrison looked up after a bit and waved the waitress over "Hope you're ready. I'm starving. Woke up too late to eat my smoothie." He pouted a bit, missing the way Punk's gaze flicked down to his lips as he smiled at the waitress.
Punk pried his eyes away from the brunette, facing the woman and ordering a soup with a sandwich for his meal after Morrison ordered. He thanked her and filled his own mug with coffee before devoting his attention to preparing his drink.
His fingers traced over the designs on the table cloth as he hummed to himself, trying his best not to think of the way his heart was racing right now as he asked "So.. got any appointments tonight?"
He relaxed, content to get his mind off the emotions flowing through him right now and instead focus on talking.
…
[Text] Do you still see Hunter?
[Text] Yes. Why?
[Text] I need a favor.
Minutes passed.
[Text] What is it?
[Text] Does he let you have some time alone in his room?
[Text] Yeah?
[Text] I need you to look through his phone.
[Text] WHAT?
[Text] Please, Shawn. I know I've been an ass.
[Text] Please. I'm begging. I can't live like this anymore.
Even longer passed, John was starting to feel hopeless.
[Text] For what?
He breathed out.
[Text] Steph's number.
[Text] There's no way he'll leave me alone if I don't have anything on him.
[Text] PLEASE.
[Text] … he can't know it was me.
[Text] THANK YOU!
[Text] I'll delete this conversation. You do the same.
[Text] I'll get back to you if I get anything.
[Text] And I'm glad you're finally seeing you deserve to be treated with respect.
John felt like commenting on Shawn's sessions with Hunter but stopped himself only because he would only be hurt if/when he learned that the older man wasn't treated anywhere near as badly as John was. He shoved the thoughts away, hand rubbing over his tender shoulder. The pain grounded him, warmth spreading through him as he thought about Randy's mouth on his skin.
[Text] Thank you, Shawn. I owe you.
[Text] You don't owe me anything. I'm glad to help. Bye.
He didn't respond then, instead just doing as he said he would and quickly deleting the conversation. John shifted on the couch, staring at the TV and feeling some of the hope drain out of him when he realized that he had another session with Hunter Thursday and if Shawn couldn't get anything by then.. he didn't think he would be able to stand up to him then and much less Brock next Tuesday.
Another jab to his shoulder. Randy. He had to think about Randy. The younger man was able to keep him grounded even from so far away. Doubt filled him then. What if Randy was only saying that to get John focused on pleasing him? What if he was only manipulating him in his weak state to then treat John the same way th—NO!
John pulled his phone out and called Randy, teeth gnawing on his bottom lip as he waited for the man to answer. He was about to hang up after it rung multiple times but then Randy answered sounding rather hasty.
"John? Are you okay? Fuck. I'm sorry I didn't answer sooner. I was in a meeting."
He relaxed. No asshole would be able to fake those emotions. John shook his head and whispered into the phone "Sorry. I forget you have a regular job."
"No. It's okay. Are you okay?"
John smiled, "Yeah.. I just needed to hear your voice. I.. my mind was getting out of control and I needed to hear from you."
"Oh.. oh. Okay, Jay. I love you. Do you want to come over to my place in about two hours? I just need to finish up this meeting and we can talk, baby boy."
John bit his lip again and thought for a bit before speaking "I.. we don't have session today?"
"..I know. I meant just to talk, love. You come over to my house if you don't have anything today.. and if you want."
John's body buzzed when he realized what the man was saying "…like.. a real date?"
"Of course."
He could practically see the smile on Randy's face and melted, nodding again "Okay. Text me the address. I'll see you then. Sorry for interrupting the meeting."
"You're more important. I love you. I'll see you later."
"Love you too, Ran." John hung up, feeling that familiar spark rush through him and getting ready for his date with Randy. God.. how was this even happening to him right now? There was still dark corners in his mind that felt he didn't deserve this joy but.. he pushed the thoughts away with a light jab to his shoulder, it was the only thing he could think of doing that wouldn't scar his body and cause questions or disappointment from Randy.
…
How his day had gone from amazing to stressing was beyond him. He must've had some sort of magnet for this shit because he sure as hell didn't believe in bad luck and if anything he'd blame Karma.
Punk had forgotten about Colt's texts after Morrison came over last night and didn't get to answer the man until after his lunch date with the brunette and of course by the time he got home it was already 4pm so he only had one hour to get ready for his session with Corey.
[Text] I already apologized. And if you want to meet at the arcade on Friday then that's great, if not then we'll have to talk another time.
[Text] Talk about what?
Punk sighed, pulling his jeans on and slipping on a forest green button up, smoothing out the sleeves and checking himself in the mirror before answering.
[Text] Whatever you want to talk about.
That was a lie. Punk needed to talk too. He needed to fess up about his feelings but if he hinted at that through text.. he had a feeling he'd be unable to salvage what was left of his friendship with Colt afterwards.
[Text] Okay. Arcade at 5 on Friday?
Punk relaxed and sent his confirmation as he headed out of his apartment, keys and phone in tow. He locked up then went down to the lot, getting into his car. His phone lit up again and he was about to get annoyed before he saw the text was from John.
[Text] I'm about to go on a date with Randy. I feel like I should thank you for this. He DOES care. And thank you for bothering with me.
He smiled. Perhaps the shit his mind and heart were experiencing over the past few weeks had been worth it.
[Text] It was no bother. You're worth it, remember?
Punk set his phone aside and starting driving to the hotel he usually met Corey in, smiling to himself as he blasted the music and tried to block out the world right now. He needed to get back into 'business' mode and he couldn't even risk thinking about anyone else right now.
A/N: Shorter but.. I promised my girlfriend and I'm tired now. xD Review?!