Hot Tub Love

Chapter 2

A/N: This is written in John's POV- Written in present tense and in first person (I'm not a moron haha I just wanted to switch it up).

"I want you inside me."

My whole body stops. What did he just say?

Punk snaps his fingers in front of my face.

"Did you hear me? I'm offended that you didn't jump at the opportunity."

"I... Did you... How?"

Punk smirks his smirk that I never realize until now is almost... beautiful.

"I know... And I have a great idea to show you how..."

"I thought you've never been with a guy before." I accuse him.

Punk gets off of me, and, without showing me anything except his perfect ass, gets out of the hot tub, gets dressed and his wrestling gear sticks to his sexy, wet body.

"Porn. Duh." he says smoothly as he pulls up his gym shorts.

I jump out of the tub and hug him from behind, nuzzling his next with my nose and tracing my fingers along his once-pierced belly button.

"Mhmm... Why do we have to wait?" I say with a tone that shocks me because I've never heard it come out of my mouth before. I can't help it, I don't feel like I am in control of my body.

I feel Punk freeze a bit in my arms. "John..." he whispers, linking his tattooed fingers through mine. "Please... We just can't walk into my room like the..." he skips over a few words and I swear I see him blush as he looks at our entwined hands.

I want him so bad.

"...What do you think everyone would think? And watch that thing, it's hurting." Now it's my turn to blush, and I do as I shift my building crotch away from his ass.

"Just... Wait 15 minutes and come to my room. But pretend like you're pissed at me. I'm going to leave here screaming and slam the door to my room. Can you do that?" I nod, not wanting to let go of him.

He slips out of my grasp and kisses my nose, then he gives my lips a little flick with his tongue, making a little moan slip out.

"I'll be waiting, Johnny..." he whispers in a teasing voice that gets me all hot and bothered.

With that he storms out of my room, screaming about one thing or another, and I swear I hear Alberto Del Rio's name mentioned once or twice and something about falling into my hot tub.

Once I hear him slam his door, I set an alarm for 15 minutes.

"Ok... Occupy myself for 15 minutes. That should be too hard, right?" I think.

I am so wrong.

First, I have to change into something... Not so wet.

I can't look like I fell into that hot tub with him.

As I change my boxers I realize something that is really strange- I only had 3 sets of boxers; one set for wrestling, one ratty set for sleeping, and a nice but uncomfortable set for my suits. Digging around, I pull out a pair of silky, seamless red boxers. I try to remember who I got them from and I cant remember, so I probably got them from a diva a few years back who must've wanted me. Now one of the greatest superstars... Ever... Wants me. And I have these sexy red boxers...

"These will do" I think, almost giddy as I slip them on with a goofy grin, then I pull on a clear pair of jean shorts and a wife beater, checking my alarm.

Only 5 minutes have passed since he left. Fuck, if this is how time is going to be, this is going to suck.

I brush my teeth and floss.

8 minutes have passed.

I shave even though there's nothing there since I shaves this morning. Nervous that my breath still smells, I pop a mint and and some gum in my mouth.

9 minutes.

I web spray on a little of this French cologne Maryse got me for my birthday that I have barely used, but now I remember Punk telling me once in the ring that he liked how it smelt. Then he kicked my freaking head in.

Punk...

I lean on the sink counter, resting my head in my hands. I sigh low and let out a chuckle.

Out of all of the people here to hook up with, I just so happen to choose the man who's suppose to be my rival.

Instead he's my...

Well, what is he to me now? I think as I run my hands through my short hair.

Lover? Partner? Fuck buddy? These questions and titles are way too deep to think about, and we haven't even been together for an hour.

I hear beeping. Looking down at my alarm almost in nirvana, I see that the alarm is going off and it is ringing like crazy. It's showtime.

Inside, I want to race out of my room and into his room and screw his brains out, but instead I calmly walk to my door, open it and shout his name down the hall loud enough so people think I'm pissed but not loud enough that people will be bothered to come out to investigate. Before all of, of this happened, we would fight and bicker on a daily basis.

I stomp to his room and shout his name again, banging on his door.

"Come in..." is all I hear inside, his sultry voice whispering it. I can tell he's pressed against the door.

I slowly open the door, and for dramatic effect, I am about to scream again.

Then I see his face