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Randy walked back from his match with a foreboding anxiousness. In all his years of backstage rendezvous', he had never ever been caught. He had done it with Layla on the floor of a parking garage and wasn't caught. He reached the locker room and opened the door timidly. "Hey."
CM Punk looked up at him, "Hey."
Randy walked over his luggage and sat down. He pulled out his sweats and put them on. He bit his lip, he had never been this ashamed.
"Look, it's none of my business what you're into. I'm completely fine with that. It's just, I wasn't expecting that...here. Or you being into that. Or John being into that." Punk sighed, "I'm not trying to make you feel bad, everyone likes to experiments. It's only natural. It's okay, just not at the workplace, you know?"
Randy took a deep breath, "I know. It wasn't supposed to happen. I told him not here, but he was so persistent. I'm sorry you had to see that." He stood up and walked to the door, "I really am sorry," he said while leaving the room.
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CM Punk felt bad. He hadn't wished to walk in on those two. He felt worse knowing how Randy felt, now that he knew about them. Punk zipped his luggage and stood up. Grabbing his luggage, he walked out of the locker room and down the hallway. He couldn't stop thinking about how ashamed John looked when he stood up. Punk walked out of the door and out onto the parking garage. He walked towards his car and pressed the fob, he put his luggage into the trunk and opened the front door.
"Wait!" John Cena jogged over. "Once again, I am so sorry about what happened. I never meant from anyone to find out."
Punk twiddled his eyes and looked past John, "I don't really care, honestly. Like it's happens. You guys should be more careful. I just wanna forget about. Don't ever bring it up again and tell your boyfriend that too."
"He's not my boyfriend. Randy would never. It was just a-"
"-I don't give a fuck what it was. I don't care. Just stop talking about it, okay?" Punk got in his car.
"Okay. I really am sorry though. I mean, I don't know how'd I feel If I saw-"
Punk started the car and drove away before John could finish his sentence. He was tired of talking about it. Every time one of them said sorry, all he could think about was John on his knees with Randy's cock on his lips. He threw up a little. He never wanted to see either of them again. Especially, John knowing that he was a bottom. Punk shuddered, why did he keep thinking about that? John on his knees like a fuckboy. He wasn't the least bit gay. But the image seemed to flood his mind. He pulled into his hotel and got out of his car. Maybe after a good nights sleep he would forget all about it. He checked in and rode the elevator to his floor. As he walked down the hallway, Randy's groaned seemed to follow him. It was deep and melodious. He shook his head. He had to stop thinking about this. It wasn't okay. He paused at his room and opened the door. He noticed a nice plush bed and found himself wondering if Randy and John had fucked in a room like this one. He sighed and threw his luggage down. His body was aching for sleep. Punk took off his shirt and pulled off his pants, he had always slept in the nude. He pulled the covers back and slipped into the bed. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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"Do you like that?" John smiled.
"Yes, mmm, that's great. Keep at it." Punk looked down and laughed, "Take it all the way." John inserted his cock all the way to the back of his throat. Punk moaned and put his hands on the side of John's head. He pushed his cock further down John's throat. "Mmhmm, take it all, baby." John gagged and Punk pulled out, "Are you ready?" John nodded and slid a condom on Punk's cock. Punk smiled, "Turn over. Let me see that ass." John turned around and bent over. He did a little wiggle that made Punk laugh. "You're such a tease. And I love it." He grabbed his cock and gently slid it inside of John, who let out a moan of approval. Punk smiled and pulled out, "Just a little warming stroke. I'm gonna go a bit faster now." He slid back in and move his hips faster. John moaned a bit louder and started to push back against Punk. Punk groaned and humped John harder. He could feel John letting go after over stroke, this only made him move harder and faster. "Oh, John. This feels so good." Punk smacked John's ass and groaned louder, he was on the verge of coming.
"I'm gonna come, baby." John said as his hands started to stroke his own cock.
Punk smiled and said raspily, "Come for me, John. Come before I do." Punk reached under John and felt for his cock, "Stop, I'll do it." John moved his hands and Punk started to stroke. John moaned loudly and convulsed, he was coming. Punk could feel his ass contracting and his balls starting to tighten. He pushed his cock further and deeper into John, "Come for me." John moaned and Punk felt everything release. John squeaked as his come fell onto the bed. "Yes, did that please you?" Punk slid out and John turned over onto his back.
"Yes, it did. Now let me pleasure you."
4
Her eyes popped open. John was softly snoring beside her. She reached blindly in the dark for her phone and looked at the lit screen. There were texts from some of the divas, her twin, and her mom, but the one that caught her attention was the one with the blocked number. She usually ignored them but the one-liner peaked her interest. "We need to talk about John," it read. She looked over at the still sleeping John and got out of bed. She walked out of the bedroom and into the hotel livingroom, "I'm all ears." She typed back and waited for a response.