Title: Deceptive perception

Pairings: Adam/Phil, John/Phil, ?/Adam

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Slash (Male/Male/Male) Relationships, language, gay sex, etc.

Summary: Oh deception… It can be unkind when you need relief.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea.

This was supposed to be a thing for someone, but I know she'll hate it so I'm just not going to mention whom. This is Chapter 1 of 3 I believe.

Phil Brooks groaned as he was pushed against the hotel room wall, a tongue shoved down his throat as he was kissed roughly by the blonde Canadian. 'How did he end up shoved in a corner playing tonsil hockey with Adam Copeland?' Oh yeah…

"Hey Brooks, how's it feel to be the WWE Champion? Finally getting your long deserved opportunity… About damn time." The Hall of Famer murmured with a huge grin as Phil bit his bottom lip.

"It's okay… I guess…" He mumbled as Adam blinked, pulling him aside. "What the matter Punk?" He asked quietly as Phil bit harder into his lip. "Well… Shit… Before I was champion… fuck it I'll just stop beating around the bush… I'm fucking frustrated… Adam… I'm frustrated…" Phil answered as he scratched the back of his neck and looked away shyly.

Adam blinked, not quite catching on as Phil sighed and leaned in closer hissing "I'm sexually frustrated Adam. Nobody wants to… date me much less mess around with me… it's… fuck I'm only human… I can only wank off so many times…" He trailed off as Adam licked his lips.

"Why the hell not? You're fucking gorgeous…" Adam muttered as Phil shrugged. "None of the divas will bother cause of the Mc Cool shit… They're afraid that when they get their big push people will assume it's because they're with me… and I don't blame them… but damn. Hell not even the guys will… not the ones who'd matter anyways…" Phil muttered before Adam shoved him into a dark corner, claiming his lips roughly, forcing his tongue in Phil's mouth, kissing him heatedly.

"Adam" Phil gasped, his hands grasping onto Adam's suit as Adam's hands fondled him through his own slacks. "Well you're in luck… with all the travel and shit… I'm a bit stressed myself… so be a good sport and meet this old timer in his hotel room tonight… say 9:30ish… after these nerds clear out?" Adam murmured, sounding more like he was telling Phil rather than asking him.

Phil nodded, throwing his head back, hissing out "Yes… I'll be there" raspily. "Good champ… I'll see you soon then… about 30 minutes… Let yourself in." Adam whispered with a wink as he slipped a key card in Phil's blazer before turning to walk away. Phil grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

"Adam… come to my room." Phil murmured as he handed Adam two keys, one was the one Adam had given him and the other was the extra one to his room. "Here" He murmured writing his room and floor number on Adam's palm. Adam grinned and nodded before walking away to kiss up to the other Hall of famers as Phil crept away from the party, not seeing a pair of bright cerulean eyes following his every move.

Phil groaned and pulled away from the kiss, quickly shrugging his blazer off and unbuttoning his shirt cuffs, reaching down to undo his belt, just wanting to get a nice hard fuck. He needed it. Leaving his pants on, he turned to see Adam already shirtless, and tugged the taller, older man towards him, kissing him hard. Adam groaned in Phil's mouth, as Phil tugged him to his bed, pulling the Canadian on top of him as they continued kissing.

"Adam… I can't wait… I fucking need it…" Phil pleaded breathlessly as Adam latched onto his neck. Adam pulled away to look down at the quivering mess of a Champion and smiled softly. "Protection?" Phil nodded and slithered out from under him slightly to dig through his wallet pulling a condom out and handing it to Adam.

Adam blinked as he looked down at Phil. "Why are you giving it to me?" he asked as Phil softly smiled and wrapped his lean legs around the tall blonde's waist. "Want me to put it on you babe?" He asked softly as Adam narrowed his eyes looking confused. Adam continues looking confused as Phil, having reached his breaking point, completely desperate to feel Adam inside of him, gasps out "Come on Addy I need this, fuck me through this damn mattress! You want me to beg? I will! It'd not below me right now. I need this."

Adam blinks and asks "You're not going to fuck me?" Phil narrowed his eyes and blurts out "Whoa wait! Hold the fuck up… Adam… You're not a Top?!" Adam sighs and shakes his head no and asks "You're not a top?" Phil quickly shakes his head and sighs in frustration.

"Really Adam? Really? Well... fuck... what now?! I wanted to get fucked… shit…" Phil grumbled as he uses his knees to push Adam from between his legs, sitting up and crossing his arms. Adam bit his bottom lip, glancing over at Phil. "Did… did you want to try to… try to top?" Phil's head snapped over in his direction as he hisses "No! No I don't! Do you?!"

Adam shakes his head, sighing. "Hm... I can call Jeff to fuck us through the bed... I know he's a top." Adam offers as Phil shrugs. "Jeff hates me… and while I'm desperate, I'm NOT that desperate Copeland…and besides Jeff's hours away, I can't wait that long. I want to get plowed now… as in right now."

Adam hid a smirk as he muttered. "Well… it was him… Or Cena, I know he's had it bad for you for the longest time and he's a top… I should know better than anyone. He thought you were a top and two tops usually don't get along... much less actually work out… as we've figured out about two bottoms…" Adam stopped as he watched Phil gaging his reaction. Phil smirked lightly and shook his head, clearly still annoyed with Adam and the situation as a whole.

"Well... He'll be happy to know that he was wrong" Adam muttered as he grabbed his cell phone and thumbed through his contacts. "Could call Randy or Sheamus, they're always down for a fuck..." He offered as Phil sighed.

"Or I could kick you out of my room and use my toy to make myself cum... again…" He growled making Adam smirk. "Sorry." He murmured as he thumbed Cena's number.

Phil simply rolled his eyes and flung himself back on the bed. "I don't want to top... I prefer to be taken care of... thank you. I like being on the top in every other aspect of my life… but my sex life… I like to be treated like a king… like the best in the world… which I am, thank you." He muttered rolling onto his front as Adam rolled his eyes, talking to Cena.

"Hello?" John asked tiredly, not even checking to see who was calling before he answered the phone. "Cena." Adam greeted drily as John blinked, trying to wake up.

"Is that you Copeland?" He asked stretching as Adam muttered out an affirmative. "What do you want? I was trying to sleep… you know I have my match with Dwayne tomorrow." John chastised as Adam shrugged even though he knew John couldn't see it.

"Oh fine. Fuck you then… have fun fighting Hollywood tomorrow… which you know you're going to lose anyways… Dwayne won't job for anyone, just saying... Oh well… since you're currently busy… I guess Randy won't be too busy with his match with Kane or Sheamus with his world title match with Danny to come fuck Phil and I. Good night Johnny." Adam snapped back with a smirk. Phil snorted in the background, but Adam chose to ignore him.

John sat up. "Wait! Wait! Wait! Adam! Don't hang up! Adam?!" He called as Adam's smirk widened. "I'm here John." Adam murmured as he licked his lips, grinning at John's sigh of relief. "Phil's there? He… he bottoms?" John asked as Adam chuckled.

"Yeah John... He's a bottom. You were wrong... about him topping that is… Funny story… We're both horny and need to get fucked. Found out the hard way that we both are bottoms." Adam taunted dryly. "Oh. Is he still there?" John asked casually, swallowing hard as he slid out of bed and quickly got dressed, sliding his shoes on.

"I'm in his room. 5th floor… All the way at the end of the hall…" Adam muttered as John chuckled.

"Well I'll be more than happy to right both of my wrongs. Stay there. I'm going to fuck you both through the bed." John murmured as he hung up, grabbed his keycard, wallet and jacket, dashing out the door, skipping the elevator and taking the stairs two at a time; eager to get his hands on Adam and even more so on Phil. 'Yes... He'd have to thank Adam for sure.' John thought with a smirk as he reached the 5th floor, his cock hardening at the mere thought of what was about to go down.

John pulled out his phone as he walked down to the end of the hall, quickly sending a text and waiting on the reply. He was going to thank Adam, right now. 'U ready to grow a pair and tell him already?'

The reply came back almost instantly, making John roll his eyes when he read it. 'Who's him?'

He quickly texted back 'U know who' and hit send. The reply was instant, making John smile, thinking 'about damn time, took him long enough.' It read 'Yeah… could be my last chance right?'

John replied 'My point exactly. What's ur room number/floor?'

'3rd floor, room 326' was his reply.

John smirked and typed his final reply 'after we have our fun, I'll be sure to send him over, do not chicken out. I'm not going to...' before shoving his phone in his pocket and knocking on the door.

"I thought Straight Edge people don't have promiscuous sex… and what do you call this…" Adam taunted gently with a slight smirk. Phil rolled his eyes and leaned back on his elbows. "If that was John-Boy on the phone… I have a feeling this won't be promiscuous sex… honestly he's a boy scout Adam… plus… I may or may not have been… checking him out myself…" He mumbled as Adam's smirk widened.

"Oh I bet you were… I mean say what you want about his lack of wrestling skill… but that boy knows what he's doing in bed for sure… He's had his eyes on you since you were in ECW you know… He always used to ask me about you… if you were into dudes… if you were top or bottom… which we found out…" Adam murmured as Phil blushed slightly, looking away so Adam wouldn't see.

"I saw that Brooks." Adam murmured with a smirk as Phil flipped him off, still looking away. Adam's smirk widened but before he could continue tormenting the younger male a knock sounded at the door, interrupting them. He got up and opened the door; still smirking as John stepped in the room, closing the door behind him.

"Hello John-boy" Phil taunted lightly as John licked his lips taking in the view of the two gorgeous men that he had all to himself, his cock was already hard and throbbing in anticipation.

"Punk. Adam." John greeted with a grin as his eyes landed on Phil sitting up with a smirk of his own. "So uh… John-boy… I have this… fantasy…" Phil started, trailing off purposefully as John licked his lips. "Fantasy?" He asked as Phil nodded, slowly standing up.

"Yes… fantasy… of getting treated so roughly… getting fucked hard… my pants pushed down just enough, about to my thighs or knees, my shirt still on… getting called names, getting used… the idea of that makes me so fucking hard. Think you could help me make that a reality Johnny?" Phil asked in a whispered tone hotly in John's ear, making the Cenation leader shudder, the words going straight to his already hard cock.

Adam smirked lightly as he watched the two of them together; they were kind of adorable in a way… He almost felt like an outsider in this scene, but that didn't make his hard cock any softer… 'Phil's fantasy sounded kind of hot…' Adam thought smirking as he watched John shudder. 'Poor John-boy had no idea what he was dealing with… Phil was nothing like him.'

That's the end of Chapter 1 There's going to be some Punkena Smut in Chapter 2, then Chapter 3 maybe Edge gets off... We'll see. Lol Review if you want...

~ Cal.