Hot Tub Love Chapter 3
A/N: Back to third-person past tense! Yay!
Also- thank all of you so much for the kind reviews!
Then I saw his face.
John looked a sweaty, red faced Punk in the eyes.
"GOD DAMNIT JOHN! WHAT THE HELL!" Punk managed to shout with a little squeak before pulling John into the room and locking the door. Punk quickly turned to John and kissed him hard without missing a beat.
"What happened?" John whispered, tracing Punk's scruffy face with his fingers.
"Don't wanna talk about it..." Punk whispered with a smile. "Let's just call it 'inspiration'." he chuckled and his smile morphed into a dirty smirk.
John's eyes widened a bit then laughed a little, and after that kissed Punk.
Punk wrapped his arms around Cena's neck, pulling him in closer. John wrapped his arms around Punk's waist and lifted him up. Punk wrapped his muscular legs around John's built waist and let out a little moan as John pulled him closer, his erect crotch rubbing against John's hard abs.
Their lips separated with a wet 'pop', and after taking in a little air, locked back together. Tongues sliding in and out of each others mouths, John laid Punk on the floor and positioned himself on top of him.
Punk pulled away with his eyes wide, he whispered "You ready?"
"Stop that." John growled with lust and kissed Punk's lips quickly.
"Stop what?"
"Stop making me want you more."
Punk laughed a little before sliding John's shirt over his head and running his hands down his chest, slowly flicking his fingers against John's pecs.
"Well?" Punk whispered.
John looked down and gently slipped Punk's shirt off of him and imitated what he was doing to him.
"Fucking fuck, John..." Punk moaned, his eyes squeezed shut.
"You like that?" John whispered gruffly.
Punk nodded, tipping his head back.
John reached down and kissed Punk's exposed neck, and was tempted to leave a hickey, but wasn't sure, just in case it was still there next Monday. In one slip, John slid Punk's gray sweat pants off of him and traced his fingers over the lump forming inside Punk's black and yellow smiley-faced boxers.
Punk gasped and sucked in air hard, his lip ring slipping into his mouth then popping right back out. "God damnit... You fucking tease.." Punk breathed, reaching up and pushing John's jean shorts off of him. Then he saw the red silk boxers.
"Fancy..." he admired, trying not to laugh.
John flushed. "Shut. Up." he said before silencing Punk with a kiss that he dragged down to his bellybutton, nibbling at the elastic waistband, as if he was asking for permission.
Punk nodded.
John carefully slid the boxers off and stroked to wet tip of Punk's member.
Punk shivered and slipped John's boxers off.
Strewn out beneath him, John couldn't help himself. In his eyes, Punk's defenseless, tattooed body underneath him, his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut and his lips swollen from the kisses they shared almost got him off right there. He barely restrained his juices when he flipped Punk over and, bit being able to fight it anymore, slid himself inside Punk, wet enough that his juices were all of the lube that they needed.
"Damn Punk, you're so tight... It's so good..." John moaned as he adjusted to Punk's tightness and started thrusting.
John thrusted in and out faster and faster, hitting Punk's prostate with every thrust. Punk's eyes rolled back in his head in ecstasy as he propped himself up on his hands and knees. John leaned over him and grabbed his cock, starting to pump it in time to the thrusts.
"John..." Punk almost shouted after a minute of this pure, unadulterated pleasure. John leaned over and silenced him with a kiss as Punk's body froze under him. With his eyes squeezed shut, Punk came all over John's hands.
John was finished within another second, releasing himself inside of Punk, then collapsing on top of him, regretfully sliding out of him; both of them were panting hard. John wiped his hands on a damp towel that was laying on the floor and gently flipped Punk over, crawling next to him. Punk managed to ignore the pleasure-filled pain in his ass and adjusted himself so he was resting his head on John. He reached for John's hand and linked it is his.
They both just looked at each other for a minute before John gently kissed Punk.
"That was..." Punk whispered, returning the kiss.
"Fun?" John guessed.
"Amazing..." Punk flushed.
John smiled and tried to move, but was too exhausted.
Punk squeezed John's hand and gave him a smile that John knew was genuine- something that was rarely ever thrown at him from Punk.
"Stay for a few minutes." Punk whispered up at him with a smile.
John and Punk stayed like that for 3 hours. John left after Punk crashed about an hour into the silent cuddling session.
John finished dressing and gave a sleeping Punk one last look before throwing a blanket over him and putting a small throw pillow under his head.
"I... You..." John whispered before closing the door and walking back to his hotel room so no one would be suspicious if he walked out of Punk's room in the morning looking like he did now, which was a sexed-up mess. Everyone was asleep anyways, so no one would see him, thankfully.
He did have a reputation to uphold. But, he thought, I would sacrifice it for him.
As John entered his room and collapsed on the bed without changing or cleaning himself up, he know that this night would never leave his mind as one of the greatest nights of his life.
A/N: Awww, isn't this cute so far? Tune in again soon for chapter 4! And guess what- it's from Punk's POV this time! Woohoo! Thanks for reading! :)