Chapter 5 of Hot Tub Love
A/N: Thanks once again for all of the reads and the kind reviews! Keep them coming! Love you guys. Enjoy chapter 5! Also- back to 3rd person past tense. Haha, chaining it up again! Love you guys again.
CM Punk stumbled into the thumping club with his girlfriend, Beth Phoenix, by his side. The entire club was filled wall-to-wall with everyone who worked with the WWE, from the actual superstars to the dry-cleaners that they used to get their trunks cleaned. But none of those people mattered.
There was only one person there that mattered to Punk.
"Sweetheart..." Beth said, impatiently tapping his shoulder.
"What?" he said, snapping out of the recurring daydream that he kept having of him and John at this club. "Sorry Beth... What?"
"Do you want me to get something for you to drink?"
He mumbled a "yes", or at least something that sounded like a "yes" and sent her off with a pat on the head. Hastily he pushed through the crowd, looking for the reason he came.
And there he was.
He spotted John, dancing with a crowd of ringrats whose names he probably didn't know. Punk waived a little as the Bella Twins passed by him, drinks in hand, almost making him invisible to John, which pissed him off since the whole point of him coming to this stupid party was for him to see John.
Finally, their eyes met from across the crowded dance floor, Punk dressed in one of his Bake And Destroy shirts with his faded, baggy jeans, and John in his bright red CeNation shirt and trademark jorts.
Punk fought through the crowd and got next to John.
"Hey..." he tried to whisper, but in the club the bass was so loud that he had to scream it just so John could hear him.
John quickly scooped his ass with a smile. Punk held back a "yip", then he rolled his eyes with a laugh, squeezing John's crotch, making him yelp.
"You ass!" John shouted with a laugh.
Punk smiled as they danced(which was more awkward for Punk than John, but Punk eventually almost found the rhythm), but had this feeling like a pair of eyes was watching him. He looked around but saw no one.
After a few seconds of that watched feeling, John grabbed Punk's hand and pulled him outside of the club, to where the dumpsters were.
Punk felt like something wasn't right. He shuddered to try and get the thought out of his head that he was being watched.
"What?" John said, lacing his fingers through Punk's.
"Nothing..." Punk whispered, kissing John on the nose.
John buried his face in Punk's neck, ravishing it.
Punk leaned against the grimy dumpster, a quiet moan passing through his pierced lips as John dragged his hand gently down Punk's sides, looping his fingers through Punk's belt loops, playing with his black belt.
"John..." Punk whispered.
"What?" he whispered back.
"I... I want you..." he muttered, embarrassed, his erection growing quickly in his pants, begging for any type of attention.
John got up and kissed Punk gently.
"Not here... What if someone comes outside? Everyone is here. Even Vince came." John said. They were both very careful and meticulously planned out where they could make love unnoticed. Here was not one of those places.
"But... We can go back to the hotel..." John smiled. "Grab your bitch and let's go."
Punk smiled a little. "I know you hate her, but she satisfies my... needs..." he smirked as they walked in and separated.
Punk grabbed Beth, who was a little too polite as she handed him his Diet Pepsi. She even refused a small kiss from him.
"Phil, it's too public..." she said.
Punk shrugged, not giving a fuck since Beth was usually like that in public, and watched from over his drink John leave and looked at his phone's clock, giving himself 15 minutes.
After 5 minutes Beth looked at him cooly. "I want to leave." she said.
Natalya, sitting next to her, smirked.
"Don't worry... I'll make sure..." Beth said to Natalya, who quickly passed something dark to Beth with a devilish smile before Punk and Beth took off.
The car ride back was awkwardly silent, the only noise being the radio. Whatever Natalya handed Beth was in Beth's purse, resting on her lap. Punk stared at the purse the entire ride back, wondering what it was.
They got back to the hotel and as they got up to Punk's room, he stopped.
"Ok Beth, what's up? What the hell did Nattie hand you?" he demanded, a little frustrated at her.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing..." she said as Punk turned to unlock the door.
"...'Junior... Your last entry made my day. You're so dirty with your little love notes. Do you want me to whack Alberto with my erection that you gave me? You're horrible... If only I could get away from her and leave with you…' Should I continue?" Beth asked, obviously pissed.
Punk slowly turned around in horror as Beth held his and John's black-leather notebook between her manicured fingers, his latest entry page being read out loud to him. He was silent. How did she find it?
"You should really stop forgetting your bag in my room after we fuck. I got curious and found this. I gave it to Nattie to read at the party. I'm shocked at you, Phillip, I thought you respected women. Seems like I was wrong."
She threw the notebook at his feet.
"Phillip Jack Brooks, I am going to ruin you and your career if you continue your relationship with him. End it and we can be happy together." she finished as she stormed off to her shared room with Natalya.
Punk slowly picked up the notebook from the ground and slid his room key into the slot, unlocking it.
As he entered the room, he heard a noise and turned and saw John on his bed, waiting for him.
"What's wrong?" John approached him. "Is the bitch mad?" he teased. "Is she jealous of me?" He wrapped his muscular arms around Punk's tattooed waist and kissed his nose.
Punk froze in John's arms then pushed him away hard, causing John to step back and tumble over the bed..
"What? What did I do?" John demanded, getting up and glaring into Punk's hazel eyes.
"John... She knows." Punk whispered, holding up the notebook slowly.
A/N: Ooooh, cliffhanger! Haha. Please review! Love you guys! Chapter six will be done soon!