Author's Note: Finally, here's the second and final chapter of this story! I was hoping to have it out sooner, so sorry about that. This time, Punk's thoughts are in italics. I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and by the way, Punk has never wet himself in the ring as far as I know, haha, I just made that up. I hope you guys like this! :)
A week had passed without Punk or Colt mentioning what had happened to each other. Nothing was awkward, everything was just as it usually was, but the blowjobs that night in the car on the way to Memphis just didn't come up in their conversations. It helped that they almost never had a moment alone together without other wrestlers around.
Punk was really starting to wonder if they'd ever do it again, or even mention it. Maybe it was just one of those things that they're going to pretend never happened, like that time that Colt kicked Punk too hard and Punk pissed his tights. Colt had to keep wrestling him after Punk had wet himself, because the show must go on. Much to Colt's shame, he ended up with an erection. Watersports isn't even his kink! Punk is the sexually adventurous one of the two, and he's told Colt about a few wet and nasty times that Colt would rather not experience. But for some reason, when Punk's wet crotch was pressed up against his own, well, things just happened. They never spoke of it again, and for good reason.
This, though, this can't be on the same level in Colt's mind as that horrible time, could it? Was he embarrassed by what he and Punk did? Are they ever going to do it again?
I hope he's not embarrassed... I'm not. I'm more turned on by him than ever. I got a taste of him, and now I'm practically fucking addicted. To my best friend. This should feel wrong but it's not. It's so fucking right.
Punk and Colt were back in Chicago now. For once, they had a rare night off. Colt was at Punk's apartment, and they were deciding how they should spend their evening together. Punk went to pop a zombie movie into the DVD player, when Colt stopped him.
"Man, what are we doing?"
"Uh, I was about to put in a movie, which we just talked about? Remember, zombies, blood, that chick that gets decapitated while trying to run from-"
"Punk, you know what I mean. We haven't talked about what we did that night since it happened." Colt looked straight into Punk's green eyes. "And I want to talk about it."
Punk put the movie down and nodded. "Yeah. I was wondering if we'd ever talk about it again. You're not embarrassed or anything, are you? Because I'm not. I want to do it again. I want to do more, go farther." Punk sat next to Colt and held his hand. "Please tell me you feel the same way I do. Please, Colt." Punk's eyes were locked to his, pleading with him to agree.
Colt smiled softly. "Of course, Punk, yes, yes I do! Do you think we could just spend tonight... together?"
Punk laughed lightly and pulled Colt into his arms. "You bet, Cabana. All I've wanted to do all week is touch you. And that's what I'm gonna do."
Punk stood up and pulled Colt up with him, wrapping his arms back around him and pulling him into a deep kiss. Colt stroked his tongue along Punk's lips, playing with the ring as Punk opened up and allowed Colt inside. Punk ran his hands up and down Colt's back, dipping his fingers down into Colt's jeans every once in a while, teasing him. Colt soon couldn't stand the teasing and broke the kiss.
"Punk, now don't laugh, but wouldn't it be sexy if we put on some music and you stripped for me?"
Punk tried to keep his laugh inside, but it wasn't working, and he let a snicker slip out. "Sorry, I'm sorry Colt, I'm not laughing at you, this is just all so different for us. Yeah, that would be very fucking hot. I'd love to strip for you." Punk turned around and pressed his ass into Colt's crotch. "And I'd love to shake this ass for you."
Colt moaned at the touch, and groaned when Punk practically skipped away to put some music on.
"Cro-Mags, Punk, really? For stripping?" Colt shook his head and chuckled.
"Do you really care what is playing?" Punk turned his back to Colt and started gyrating his hips, practically grinding the air, while eyeing Colt over his shoulder.
Colt shook his head and gulped. "No, no, not at all." Colt stepped closer to Punk and attempted to rub his hands over Punk's ass.
"Nuh-uh-uh, strippers never let their clients use hands." Punk swatted Colt's hands away, and then pulled his shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor. "You can look, but you can't touch. Not yet, at least." Punk blew him a kiss and continued dancing to the music.
"Such a fucking tease." Colt was already starting to get hard, and Punk only had his shirt off. He wasn't sure how long he could last if just seeing Punk shirtless was getting him off. Punk's nipple rings, that Colt loved so much, were gleaming in the dim light of Punk's apartment. That wasn't helping at all.
Punk started unbuckling the belt on his jeans, and slid it out. Still gyrating his hips, he lashed the belt out at Colt, catching him on the arm.
"Hey, ow!" Colt laughed, rubbing the stinging spot where the belt smacked him.
"Take off your clothes too, Cabana." Punk smiled, while unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.
Colt went into stripper mode as well, trying to find some sort of dance rhythm in the song "Show You No Mercy," but finally just goes with his own, tugging his shirt up and over his head and throwing it at Punk. Not to be outdone, Punk lets his jeans slide down his legs to the floor. Punk was not wearing any underwear. He seductively bends over, his ass facing Colt of course, to pick his jeans up, spreading his legs as he does so. Colt moaned hard, seeing Punk's exposed asshole. Just a quick glimpse, however, as Punk immediately stood back up and threw his jeans at Colt's face.
"Asshole!" Colt laughed, throwing the jeans to the floor, and then working on his own.
"Yeah, I know, I saw you getting a good look at mine!" Punk smiled at Colt, and then bent back over, spreading his cheeks for Colt to get an even better look. "Tell me what you want to do to my ass."
Colt finally got his jeans and boxers off, and threw them to the side. He could tell that Punk is getting off on this.
"I want to... lick it." Colt managed, still a bit shy about this whole thing.
"You want to lick my ass, Colt? Do you want to know what it tastes like? Are you dying to plunge your tongue deep into my ass? Making me moan your name as you thrust your tongue in and out of me..." Punk was clearly starting to get off on his own thoughts now, and started to pull himself back together.
"Yes, oh god yes, Punk, please, let me..." Colt pleaded.
"Well come on and do it then, Colt, fuck my ass with your tongue. Please."
Colt got up behind Punk and tentatively licked at his pucker. Punk shivered and pressed his ass harder onto Colt's face.
"Colt, please, don't tease me."
Colt gained more confidence and tapped his tongue against Punk's hole, giving it a few good, long licks, and then pushed his tongue past Punk's tight ring.
"Oh fuck ME, Colt, oh yes Colt, that feels so fucking amazing, don't stop, please Colt, please!" Punk was now down on his knees, Colt's face pressed into his ass, while Punk clawed at the carpet beneath him.
Colt continued his tongue-fucking, until his own hardness was practically throbbing and about to explode without Punk even touching it. He pulled his head back and rolled Punk onto his back, climbing on top of him and pulling him in for a rough kiss.
"You taste great, don't you think?" Colt asked with a smirk, as Punk started kneading Colt's ass cheeks.
Punk kissed a trail along Colt's jaw, up to his earlobe, licking around the shell of his ear. "Of course I do, now we get to find out how you taste, since I have to get you prepped so that I can take you." Colt rolled over so that now he was on his stomach, with his legs spread.
"Get up on your hands and knees, slut." Punk demanded, slapping Colt's ass.
"Mmm, yes sir." Colt moaned out, excitement building.
Punk wasted no time and licked a long, wet trail from Colt's balls, across his taint, and along his crack. Rolling his tongue tightly, he thrusted it inside of Colt, stretching out his hole, which had previously never been touched. Punk slowed down to make sure not to hurt his best friend, while he savored the noises that Colt made.
"Fuck, Punk, fuck. I've never felt something so good before. Mmmm so good, oh so fucking good!"
Punk reached around to Colt's dick and stroked it as he licked. He continued working on loosening Colt's passage, adding a finger along with his ever-licking tongue. Colt started pushing back against Punk's finger and mouth, and he knew that it was time.
"Are you ready to feel my pierced cock deep inside of your ass, Cabana?"
"Punk, I can't wait anymore, please, please, I need to feel you inside of me, please Punk, fuck my ass!"
"How could I say no to that?" Punk straightened himself up, positioned his cockhead against Colt's hole, and slowly started to push in. Colt ground his teeth and growled, grasping at the carpet.
Punk got close to Colt's ear and whispered, "Are you okay? Just tell me if you need me to stop or slow down."
Colt shook his head hard. "No, please, keep going! Just keep going, don't stop!"
Punk continued pushing in, until he was balls-deep inside of Colt's ass. He paused, allowing Colt to get accustomed to the very large intrusion into his previously-virgin hole.
"Fuck, Punk, your dick is huge!"
Punk laughed hard, and reached down again to stroke Colt's length to help relieve the pain.
"You feel so good around my dick, Colt. Mmmm fuck, I love it. So fucking tight." Punk started slowly moving inside of him, making Colt moan out loudly. "I fucking love that slutty moan, do it again." Colt moaned again, loving Punk's dirty talk. "Fuck yeah, god you're fucking delicious. Fuck."
Punk started to thrust faster, soon going at Colt at a punishingly brutal pace. "You love my fucking cock up your ass, don't you, you slut? My own fucking slut, my personal whore, fuck yes, Colt fuck, fuck yes. I love seeing your ass swallow my cock up, my piercing disappearing deep inside of you. How does it feel, Colt?"
"Nnghhh, so fucking good, I love it, I love your cock, oh fuck me, Punk, fuck me, fuck me hard! Fuck me like a slut!"
"That's what I fucking like to hear!" Punk snapped his hips against Colt's ass, his balls slapping up against Colt's thighs. Punk smacked Colt's ass, making Colt jump and yelp, surprised. "Fuck yeah, I'm going to make you cum harder than you've ever cum before, slut."
Punk changed the angle of his thrusts slightly, and noticed Colt tremble and his knees almost give out.
"Did I find your spot? Is this it, right here?" Punk punctuated his question with a sharp thrust right against Colt's prostate, making Colt cry out and push back against him.
"Yes! Yes fuck yes oh fuck me PUNK!" Colt cried out frantically.
The piercing was pushing right into Colt's prostate, making him practically scream with every one of Punk's thrusts. He had never felt anything like it before.
"Punk I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum so fucking hard for you!"
"Cum for me, Colt, cum all over my hand, I want to feel your cum spill out all over my hand, I want to make you cum. Cum for me, Colt." Punk increased the speed of his thrusts and his stroking, and squeezed Colt's member tightly, bringing Colt completely over the edge.
"OH FUCK! PUNK! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!" Colt gushed his orgasm out all over Punk's hand and the carpet, while Punk continued thrusting and milking all the cum out of Colt's dick.
"Mmmm yes Colt fuck, fuck!" Colt's walls started pulsing and squeezing Punk during his orgasm, and Punk started climaxing as well. "Take all of my cum up your fucking ass, whore!" Punk kept brutally thrusting and filling up Colt with his hot seed until he was completely spent.
Punk and Colt lied there for a few minutes, just catching their breath and holding each other. Punk spoke up first.
"Do you consider us 'friends with benefits'? It's a cheesy term but I can't really think of anything else to describe our relationship. I mean, when we're around the other guys it's not even awkward and we're just friends like we always were. But now, when we're alone..."
Colt rolled over and climbed on top of Punk, sealing his lips with a quick kiss. "It's been two minutes and you're already analyzing this, Punk. Who cares what we are? Let's just continue being friends." Colt took Punk's nipple rings between his fingers and pulled back on them sharply. "And fucking each other silly whenever the mood strikes us."
"Mmm, I like that plan." Punk smiled and lifted his head up to meet Colt's lips again. "Just answer me one thing."
"What's that?"
"Would you ever consider getting your own nipples pierced?"
Colt laughed and pulled Punk into yet another kiss, kissing him until Punk forgot what they were even talking about in the first place.