Hot Tub Love Chapter 4
John Cena/CM Punk
Punk's POV. First person preset tense.
A/N: Thanks so much for all of the lovely reviews! Keep them coming! I hope you like this chapter! Yes, it's a filler, but the next chapter gets interesting, promise. I actually had to re-write this chapter because I couldn't stand it the first time. And I still can't stand it. Oh well, enjoy anyway!
I dart into my room, trying to avoid my girlfriend, Beth Phoenix. I feel fucking horrible for cheating on her, but the person I'm cheating on her with is fucking amazing.
John Felix Anthony Cena, Jr.
He hates it when I call him Junior, but if he can call me Philly, a nickname that I loathe, then I can call him Junior every once and a while.
Out of the corner of my eye I see the shine of a black leather-bound journal sticking out of my gear bag. I smile as I pluck the journal out of the bag and I flip to the last entry. I slide on my reading glasses that I never use, but I always want this beautiful handwriting in perfect vision.
Did I just call his handwriting beautiful? Christ, I'm turning into him. I need an exorcism or something.
I chuckle at the gruesome thought as I glance at the page, which is overflowing with words.
Philly,
Heh, you really hate that nickname, don't you? Why, did your mother use to call you that?
Actually, yes, she did.
Well, Philly, when you stop calling me Junior, I'll drop the Philly moniker.
Last night was... amazing, as usual. I can't believe that night with the hot tub was almost a month ago already.
Me either. I'm not even fucking around. I still get aroused when I think of that night.
Do you even remember last night, Philly?
Oh damn, here we go. I'm going to kill him later.
I think I need to describe it again, just for you. I know you can be a little choosy on what memories to keep.
It was dark. You snuck into my room, because Kofi was snoring too loud. You jumped on the bed and stood over me, waking me up with a kick of your foot. I glanced up as you bent down, sliding your pants off and pulling the covers off of me slowly. You already had a lump in your boxers, and I had conveniently chosen that night to sleep naked.
I shift as I feel my tights contract and my face get hot. He likes sleeping naked. He always has.
Should I keep going? Or are you shifting in embarrassment or arousal? I know how easily embarrassed you get from me writing about our sex life. Don't be afraid that someone will find this journal, because knowing you, you probably hide this somewhere were no one will search for it.
I'll stop, but I know you'll be thinking about last night for the rest of the day. And during your match. You're such a procrastinator, I know that you're probably reading this right before your match tonight. Don't have a boner while you're in the ring!
I'm horrible, aren't I? That's why you hate me, haha.
Oh, fuck you Cena.
Now, I have to ask you something. There's a party tomorrow at one of the local bars in town with the rest of the crew. I would be honored if you graced me with your presence.
I laugh out loud at this part. He knows I hate to party with these WWE losers. Plus, I already said I wasn't going.
I know you hate a lot of people here, but you do have one person that I know you like.
Me.
Conceited much? Yes.
So, I'll see you there. And yes, I RSVP'd you and Beth back on the list. Even thug I hate her, if you don't bring her, she'll get suspicious.
See you tomorrow Philly. 3
~JC
P.S. Stop coming into my room at night! Creep.
I smile as I close the book. I quickly slip it into my bag along with my glasses as one of the annoying stage hands walks into my room.
"Mr. Brooks..." he starts as I frown. I hate being addressed like that. "... Your match is up next." he finishes, leaving.
I stretch and snap my tights.
Time to leave the romance for work.
A/N: Yay for shitty filler chapters! Like I said before, this chapter was really hard to write. I just wanted to do something from Punk's POV, because everything has to be equal! Haha. I promise the next chapter will be better, don't fret! Thanks for reading