Chapter 7
A/N: Here we go! Have I mentioned that I love all of you guys and your reviews? Thanks! Sorry for taking so long to update, I've been suupppeeerrrrr busy!
Punk sucked his lip ring into his mouth as he knocked gently on the heavy oak door.
"Mmm... Come in!" he heard muffled from the inside.
It had been two days of hard crying, since John had left his hotel room. Beth had came to him last night screaming before she took advantage of his broken self, John was avoiding him, and it seemed like his life would never get better.
Punk shuffled into the dank office and looked at the large, burly man sitting in the black leather chair, his dirty blond hair pulled back into a pony tail, his muscles stretching the expensive suit he was wearing.
Hunter looked up from his paperwork and gave a little smile in Punk's direction.
"Mr. Brooks..." Hunter smiled at his joke.
"Paul, please..." Punk whispered. He sat across from Hunter, bundled up in his Straight-Edge jacket and grey sweats. His hood fell off of his head when he ran his hands over his eyes and his hair and face were both a mess. Personal hygiene had also been ignored in the past 2 days.
Hunter's eyes widened in shock.
"Holy shit. Punk, what happened? You look like you were in a car accident! Tell me what happened!"
"That's why I'm here, Hunter. You're the person to talk to about relationship advice, and that's what I need" Punk whispered, his voice barely registering in the large room.
Hunter rolled his chair over next to Punk and somewhat forced Punk to look at him by grabbing his scruffy chin and forcing it towards him, his short bangs bouncing everywhere.
"What is it? Who did this to you?" Hunter's voice was laced with concern. It was no secret that the DX member had it bad for the Straight-Edge Chicagoan. "Was it Beth?"
Punk was silent for a second before nodding. That wasn't a complete lie... Beth had basically taken control of him last night before leaving him in a heap of pain and sorrow.
"Or is it... Someone else?" Hunter leaned in and whispered into Punk's ear, his hand going to Punk's knee.
Punk shivered as he thought of how John would do that just to make his hard.
Punk nodded again before turning and looking at Hunter.
"John?"
Punk gasped. "No!" He tried to deny it but knew his shock gave him away.
Hunter's mouth came inches from Punk's. "They have this invention called a security camera, love. I've watched you two every time you guys have hooked up in the arenas, the parking lots, anywhere and everywhere. And I wished at I was John." Hunter's free hand went to Punk's chin and pulled it, smashing their lips together. Punk tried to resist but couldn't. He was too weak.
Hunter pushed Punk back and his chair tipped over, making his head connect to the linoleum floor with a hard thump as Hunter crawled on top of him.
"I'm going to make you forget his name, and I'm going to make you scream my name instead." Hunter licked his lips as he used one hand to pin Punk's hands above his head and the other hand to discard of their pants.
Hunter grabbed Punk's soft dick and tugged on it, making Punk scream out the only thing he could think of screaming out.
"JOHN!"
John heard the scream as he paced the halls.
It had been two drunken, restless days for John. He drowned his sorrows in alcohol and still couldn't get his mind to calm down.
But he woke up the minute he heard that familiar scream.
He raced down the twists and turns of the hallways of the unfamiliar stadium until he found the executive hallway and he heard the scream again.
"JOHN!"
John kicked in every door in that hallway until he got to COO Paul "Triple H" Levesque's door.
And he couldn't believe what he saw.
Punk was trapped under Hunter, his struggling legs over his head as Hunter pounded into his ass and jerked him off aggressively at the same time. Hunter, not noticing John bursting into the room, reached down and bit Punk's bottom lip so hard that it bled. He expected Punk to come in his hands.
He did not except to get a leather chair to the back of the head.
In a second John had pulled the dazed Hunter off of a vulnerable Punk and beat him until he was bloody, letting out all of his anger and frustration until Hunter collapsed on the ground, a broken mess.
John dragged him into the small cabinet and shoved him in, closing the door with a slam before tuning to Punk.
Punk had pulled his pants up and crawled into the chair next to the upturned one he had been sitting in before.
Their eyes met as John stood in front of Punk.
There was silence for a second before...
"IM SORRY OK GOD." They both said at the same time, their feelings flooding out.
"I was stupid... I shouldn't have... Oh my god why did I leave you." They blabbered out as their eyes met.
John smiled at Punk.
Punk smiled back, stood up and took John's hands as they walked out of the office and into the crowded hallway.
Everyone, brought into the hall because of the noise stopped chattering and stared at them as John grabbed Punk, pulled him in close and kissed him as passionately as he could.
Beth screamed and Natalya fainted. All of the movement in the halls stopped as they pulled away.
Punk walked over to Beth, smirked at her and spit in her face.
"Hey Beth, go fuck yourself." Punk said smugly in her face as he walked back to John and fell into his arms.
AJ squealed at them as they walked by her, but everyone else met them with silence. John and Punk fe were only stopped once, by Vince.
Instead of lecturing them or saying something mean, he just nodded with a smile and let them pass, shocking everyone in the company even more.
They finally got privacy at the door to John's much bigger room.
John smiled at Punk.
Punk smiled at John, then he kissed John.
They pulled away with a quiet pop. John unlocked the door and they slipped in. John wrapped his arms around Punk and squeezed him tight. Punk hugged him back, his head tucked into John's shoulder.
"It's so good to be back."
A/N: AWWWWWW. That was cute right? Thanks for reading - get ready for the last chapter, coming soon. I'm going to miss this story so much! Thanks for the reviews! Love you guys