Hi I am so sorry for the long delay I promise I am going to be better about updating this story. My Punk muse went off and left Randy hanging for a while to star in another story of mine but he's back now and ready to play with Randy. This chapter is smut and in case you didn't know slash. Disclaimers and all of that are in the first chapter. Please review everyone good or bad I like feedback and it motivates me to write. Again thanks for reviewing you guys rock!
Randy watched as the Punk paced the room, he could tell that the smaller man was pissed but was unsure of why. He had a small clue as to what was going on but wanted to make sure that his assumptions were accurate. "Punk stop being irrational and tell me what the hell you are talking about." Randy snapped standing he adjusted his tight jeans he had not gotten the relief he needed yet but was still planning on completing this task with Punk very soon. Punk stopped pacing but glared at Randy.
"Please tell me that I don't look that stupid I know what you are doing Randall working with Paul to take me down. Don't bother trying to lie about it I know Randy. Colt heard it right from the horses mouth you are helping him destroy my life. So just tell me why the fuck you would do this to me?" Randy contemplated Punk's words and he formed a plan he needed to make Punk doubt his friend, doubt Paul and he had a feeling after what just happened it wouldn't be to hard to do.
"I don't have a clue to what you are talking about honestly Phil why the hell would I be working with Paul I can't even stand the man. Not to mention the fact I have no reason to want to destroy your life. I happen to like to spend time with you, and having been enjoying our new friendship. If I was working with Paul would I be trying to protect you? Would I be defending you, I don't think so. Did you ever think that Colt misheard, or maybe that Paul knew he was listing and was playing with your head everyone backstage knows we've been spending time together and Paul could be playing mind games with that information making you doubt everyone in your life sounds like something he would do. I promise you I am not working with Paul nor would I change my beliefs and morals and be pursuing another guy to help some idiot take you down. If you haven't figured it out by now Phil I have real feelings for you and I'm here because I want to explore this relationship nothing more." Punk stood still chewing on his lip ring. Confusion written on his face so Randy waited to see what the final result would be.
"You're not working with Paul?" Randy shook his head no. "You have feelings for me?" Randy nodded at the smaller man and Punk sighed rubbing his forehead. "Will you help me take Paul down?" Randy was a little shocked by this statement but walked over to Punk and pulled him close he rubbed the smaller mans back and smiled when Punk wrapped his arms around him.
"If that's what you want to do then of course I will help you. We will make Paul Heyman's life a living hell." He felt Punk smile against his shoulder and knew he had succeeded in reassuring the man he was on his side. He pulled back and looked at Punk smirking. "I think you enjoyed your punishment for hitting me a little too much, and I didn't get to at all." Punk blushed and glanced down at Randy's crotch going back to chewing on his lip ring unsure of what to do this whole situation felt surreal. Randy lifted Punk's chin leaning forward and kissing him for several minutes when he pulled away he could see some of the insecurity leaving Punk's eyes. "Just follow my directions Phil and we both will enjoy this" Punk nodded and Randy placed his hand on Punk's shoulder gently pushing him. "On your knees Phil" he stated watching as the smaller man complied.
Punk didn't know why he was complying with Randy's wishes nor why he was believing the man. The truth was he didn't trust him but he didn't trust Paul and it was making him conflicted. Punk was questioning why he was on his knees in front of Randy why he wasn't throwing the man out of his home or life. Why suddenly he was ignoring the voice in his head screaming at him to run. Punk was never out of control nor did he relinquish control to anyone yet he was freely allowing Randy to do what he wanted and somehow it managed to take Punk from pissed to incredibly aroused in a heartbeat. Punk watched as Randy undid his jeans and shed them. He had never gone this far with a man hell he had never done anything with a man and maybe that's what made him so vulnerable with Randy he was tapping into a side of Punk that he has never realized existed. Punk swallowed hard nervous as Randy shed his boxers he drank in the site of Randy in all of his glory he had of course seen Randy naked before but nothing like this hard and masculine right in front of his face. To say Randy was blessed in the manhood department was an understatement fear ran through Punk at his size he wasn't sure he could handle all of that anywhere Randy wanted to place it.
Randy placed his hand in Punks hair pulling on the strands grateful Punk was letting it grow back out. He pulled back until Punk was looking up at him. "Relax Phil and just do everything I tell you." Punk nodded swallowing and waiting for directions "Open that pretty little mouth of yours and lick me". Randy growled and was surprised that Punk just complied his tongue licking its way from his base to his tip where Punk swirled it around before descending back to the base he kept his hand in Punks hair keeping him from looking away there eyes locked as Punk treated his cock like a ice cream cone. Randy finally had enough of the teasing. He let go of Punks hair placing his hand on the back of his head he brought Punks lips to his tip and pushed past though hot lips groaning at the warmth that encompassed his penis. "Suck" he hissed out and moaned as Punk hollowed out his cheeks and sucked on him he allowed Punk to lead for a while his head bobbing up and down barely taking in half Randy's length his hand following his lips up and down. However soon Randy wanted more he wanted to feel Punk choke on him and knocked Punks hand away. "I suggest you relax your throat and don't fight it." He smirked as Punks eyes widened but he didn't move. Randy kept a hold of the back of Punks head and drove his hips forward he felt Punks throat fighting the intrusion and the man gag slightly but he didn't try to pull away. He felt Punk struggling to relax his throat he retreated and pushed back in to the velvety bliss of Punks mouth listening to his gags as he pushed deeper with each thrust until he was completely engulf by the man.
He yanked Punks head back staring in the green eyes for a moment he couldn't tell if his eyes were watering or if he was fighting back tears but it didn't matter it sent Randy over the edge and he began to pump brutally into Punks mouth loving the sounds of Punks struggle every time his balls slammed against his chin. Despite the struggle he could sense in Punk the man did not try to pull away or stop him instead he curled his hands around Randy's thighs and seemed to be encouraging him. Randy realized he was close and was not ready for this to be over so he stepped back loving the popping sounds as his penis slid out of the pretty little mouth. Randy almost came at the sight in front of him Punk rubbing his throat and trying to catch his breath his lips slightly swollen but what turned Randy on the most is the obvious erection in Punks pants he was turned on just as much as Randy.
He picked Punk off the floor tossing him onto the bed he ripped the boxers off Punk trailing his hands up Punks thighs spreading them open widely till he saw his destination he could feel Punk tense and laughed lightly leaning down he ran his tongue along Punks puckered hole. After a few licks Randy began to Push his tongue repeatedly into the hole loving the noises it elicited from Punk low moans and little gasps of surprise tumbled from Punks mouth his legs falling open widely allowing Randy to rim him. He whimpered when Randy stopped causing the larger man to chuckle he raised up settling himself between Punks legs he saw fear return as his erection brush against Punks ass and deciding it was a good time for another mind game he grabbed Punks hand and placed it on his penis "put me inside you" he stated watching Punks face several conflicting emotions crossed Punks face some Randy couldn't figure out but the one he was looking for was present determination.
Punk grasped Randy's cock and placed him against his hole taking a deep breath he arched upwards until his body gave in and Randy's tip popped inside. Punk hissed as Randy moaned he moved Punks hand and took a hold of his hips "relax" he told the smaller man not letting him follow the direction as he slammed forward sinking completely into Punk. He heard the small cry of pain from Punk but the tightness around his penis was exquisite and not giving Punk time to adjust he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in he could feel Punk squirming trying to adjust but he could care less for several minutes he slammed away not caring about Punks pleasure until those green eyes met his and he saw the pain this caused him to change his angle searching for the bundle of pleasure he knew existed and he knew he found it when Punk stopped chewing on his lip and his mouth formed a surprised oh.
Over and over Randy thrust against Punks spot until the smaller man was meeting him thrust for thrust and begging for more. For several minutes the only sounds in the room were the moaning of the two men and skin pressing against skin, Randy kept up a brutal pace wanting Punk to feel this in the morning wanting him to know who he belonged to mine. Randy could feel himself getting close to the end and reached between their bodies stroking Punk it only took a few strokes and he felt Punk tensing he quickly leaned down brushing his lips across Punk's neck growling "Mine" into the smaller man's ear. Punk just gasped so close to completion and whimpered.
"Yours yes yours" those words sent Randy spiraling off a cliff he sank his teeth into the side of Punks neck drawing blood and marking the younger man. Punk cried out and Randy felt the stickiness of Punks cum flow over his hand. As he came Randy could feel Punk's muscles tighten around him and cried out Phil's name as he released deep into Punk. They laid there together Randy softening inside of Punk his lips still sucking and nipping Punk's neck as the older man tried to catch his breath. When Randy felt Punk was sufficiently marked he slid out of the man rolling onto his side he pulled Punk close wrapping an arm around him partly wanting to stay connected and partly to prevent him from running.
Punk's mind was racing he had just had the most incredible sex of his life he was sore in places he would have never imagined and now he was being held. By a man, by Randy Orton the viper himself, he had allowed him into his life and the man was coiling himself around Punk and squeezing any resistance out of him. He had had sex with a man and not just any man but what confused him the most is he wanted more, he wanted everything Randy had to offer and didn't care if he was working with Paul because he didn't want to lose him. Punk was falling hard, he had feelings for Randy and he cursed mentally when he realized he just may be in love with the man. A sinking feeling in his stomach told him that he was an idiot but it was too late he'd been struck by the poison and there was no cure in sight.