Punk laid on the narrow bed staring at the white ceiling above his head, monitors were hooked up, and an IV was in place, and to say Punk was annoyed was lying. He didn't want to be in this position submitting to pointless tests, yet because it had happened at an event and the WWE doctors were working on him he couldn't protest without getting removed from the ring. He didn't really remember the autograph signing but was thankful when they informed him he collapsed behind the scenes and not in front of all of the fans. Although apparently some fans had seen the ambulance and since he was the only one to not return to the signing it was pretty obvious who had been taken out of the event. Punk pulled at a loose string on the scratchy blanket and tried to figure out how he had gotten to this point. He knew that people already thought he was doing drugs and that this incident was not going to help with the rumors, but it was even more then that, everything seemed so out of control lately. The quiet in the room was allowing him to reflect on recent events and giving him way to much time to reflect. Randal Orton had exploded into his life and everything seemed to crash down around him, except for Randy who in all appearances was holding the strings together for Punk. Yet was it something that Punk could continue to ignore, he was failing for the man hard and it may truly be love but what was Randy motives, Punk had never really got the answers to questions he had, in fact when he tried the subject was changed or they ended up in bed having mind blowing sex that border on a line Punk had never crossed and he was unsure if he was comfortable with. He had agreed to tell people, and travel and live with Randy but he felt the man was holding something back from him. Then there was Paul while he had been sick Punk had put the man on a back burner but the need to get his hands on the man still existed, and taking out everyone associated with him was plan one as soon as he got back in the ring. He was suppose to be back in the ring this week but had a feeling that could be held off if the doctor had his way. Punk was pulled from his thoughts as the doctor walked into the room.
"Hey Chris feel like springing me, I am beyond ready to go home and feel fine now." The doctor rolled his eyes pulling a chair up beside of Punk's bed he opened up the chart looking through the results.
"Well good news, nothing is wrong with that thick skull of yours. MRI and CAT scan are good. I am a little concerned with your blood work Phil. Your sodium level is only 127, that is very concerning a little lower and we would have a large problem on our hands. I think you have signs of Hyponatremia, which is low sodium and can cause a ton of complications. What I want to do here is put you on a medication called Conivaptan and monitor your levels for the next few weeks see if there is an improvement. This can be extremely serious and effect your balance and reaction times so no playing around with this Phil, take the medication and show up for all appointments." Punk sighed but nodded not really liking any of the news he's receiving but trusting Chris to take care of it.
"Can I still wrestle tomorrow at RAW?" Chris actually laughed at him and Punk shrugged.
"Wrestlers all they care about is if they can get back in the ring not if they have a potential serious health complication. I don't know you will have to be evaluated before the show to check for dizziness and any other effects that could be problematic before entering the ring. So I will see you tomorrow night, now you have a few people out in the waiting area who would like to see you, and I will arrange your discharge papers. Take it easy Phil." Punk nodded smiling at the word discharge.
"Wait who is here to see me?" Chris stopped for a second and looked over his shoulder at Punk.
"Well John, Daniel, Colt, Chez, and oddly Randy Orton didn't know you guys were friends." Punk smiled at Randy's name and then quickly wiped it off his face.
"We're not friends, exactly it's complicated and well see we, we are kind of, its complicated." Chris laughed at Punk putting his hand on the door knob.
"Ya know Punk, if you want to keep your relationship with him low key I would suggest that he not yell at every nurse and doctor who enter the waiting room, demanding to know how you are doing and pacing and I swear he may have growled at a few people. It's kind of cute I don't think I'm ever seen Randy so undone over someone." Punk couldn't help but feel good at those words and he settled back against the bed.
"Can you send anyone in but Randy, I know it will irate him but I need a few minutes to get my head on straight before he comes in here." Chris sighed but nodded not wanting to tell Randy he couldn't go in yet.
A few minutes later and the door to the room opened again and in walked John and Daniel. Punk was truly happy to see the two as he consider them good friends and a great couple who would give him some advice. "Hey you two, thanks for coming but you didn't have to I'm fine just low sodium of some shit." John sat pulling Daniel down onto his lap, making Punk roll his eyes at the two.
"Oh we had to come, we have some questions and figure this would be the perfect place to get you to stay put and answer them. Though we are not allowed to start asking them until the other two get in here they went to grab a coffee and calm Randy down who is pissed because you don't want to see him." Punk sighed glaring at John when the door opened again and Chez and Colt walked into the room.
"I didn't say I didn't want to see Randy just that I wanted a few minutes to gather my thoughts. Really, guys if you have questions then just ask you don't have to trap me in a hospital bed to talk to me." Everyone got settled and looked at each other not knowing what they wanted to ask first, but having a whole lot of questions.
"So you and Randy, how long has this been going on? Is it serious? The drug rumors are they true? Did he influence you to do drugs because I will kill him? Also last time I saw you some one had beaten the holy hell out of you, who was that? Finally my biggest question is when did you go gay?" John had broken the awkward silence and Punk wanted to flee the room but knew he had no choice but to stay.
"Alright umm Randy and I have been together for a little over a month, I guess its serious we are kind of living together. The whole thing is slightly confusing and complicated. Brock Lesnar attacked me after RAW one night and Randy helped me out, and then Paul was being crazy and he protected me from him even though I have questions Randy has been great. I am not on drugs never have and never will be and Randy isn't influencing me to do anything stop being stupid fruity pebbles. I'm not sure about the whole gay thing it just I really like Randy and the sex is amazing, though different but different good. Now I sound stupid and this is obnoxious." Colt was studying Punk intently.
"I don't really want to know how its different good, but want to know why you are trusting Randy after what I overheard and told you. Paul says Randy is working with him, but you are living with him sort of?" Colt sat back and waited for a rational answer. Punk tried to find the right words to explain but couldn't come up with any.
"Look I trust Randy, I know you don't and that you have my back which I appreciate Colt. Just do me a favor and keep your eyes open and if you see anything let me know. This thing with Randy is new and I know that its confusing to everyone but he says he was not involved with Paul and until I have evidence to the contrary then I have to believe him." Colt groaned and looked at Chez.
"He never trusts anyone and along comes a snake and he trusts him what the hell happened to Punk and do you know where we can get him back?" Chez just laughed and looked at Punk.
"My brother is in love and that's pretty incredible, considering he is a jerk most of the time. We will support him and if Randy hurts him then we will kill him. Come on Colt lets head home, John and Daniel seem to want to talk to Punk alone about something, Daniel has to keep slapping John's arm in order to keep him from talking." Colt looked at the two and stood, giving Punk a hug.
"Feel better soon, listen to the doctors, and watch your back." Punk chuckled but nodded hugging Chez and watching as they left. He glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Okay spill whatever it is you want to say cause Randy has been held back for almost fifteen minutes, he is bound to march in here spitting his venom very soon." Daniel was glaring at John, and John was squirming. Punk saw John mouth he has a right to know, and Daniel shake his head no. "What do I need to know?" Punk questioned the duo waiting for one of them to crack.
"Randy's a dom" blurted out Daniel before John could even speak. Punk stared at the two unsure how to respond to that. "A dom, you know dominate in a relationship, in the bedroom he except his partner to be submissive. Very submissive, ya know he likes to be in charge. We only know this because he dated a mutual friend and Randy explained it to them." Puzzle pieces clicked into place easily and Punk began to laugh.
"Thank god that explains so much. How did I not figure this out on my own? That is so hot though." John watched Punk carefully.
"You are okay with this? Randy wanting to be in charge. You are never not in charge with anything?" Punk shrugged at the two.
"I mean I still need to process this through but right now I'm OK with it. It explains a lot of his behavior in the bedroom, and what I've experienced so far I don't mind, its kind of exhilarating letting someone else be in control for a little while. As long as he doesn't take control outside the bedroom I'm pretty sure I won't care. However who is Randy's ex? Was he dominate with him? What are the details tell me?" Daniel just smiled widely ready to dish all the gossip when the door flung open and a grumpy viper walked in, Punk watched as Randy stalked across the room glaring at John and Daniel. He leaned over Punk and slammed his lips against the smaller mans exploring his mouth for a few moments until Punk pushed him back. Randy went to yell at Punk for keeping him out of the room when Punk grabbed his hand squeezing it. "I love you too" he stated to Randy and the larger man relaxed sitting on the side of the bed.
"Never do that to me again. I have been going out of my mind with worry I told you to see a doctor that you were not healthy and look where we are now. How are you feeling what did the doc say?" Punk pulled Randy closer and settled against him.
"Sorry I know I should have listened, I am good the doc said I have low sodium, and put me on some medications. As soon as this IV is done I can go and we need to catch a flight to get to RAW. So relax everything is good I will be healthy in no time." Randy nodded wrapping his arms tightly around Punk not wanting to let go, he would never admit how scared the phone call from John had left him despite the fact that he had a part in all of this. Randy took a deep breath and kissed Punk gently afraid it would be his last chance.
"Phil we need to talk, I need to tell you something." Punk pulled back and looked up into the blue eyes of Randy.
"Yes we do need to talk, but later mister dom. I don't think this conversation is something I want to have in front to these two. You want me to be submissive we will discuss it but not here. Randy seemed confused but just nodded he had planned on confessing the whole truth but this wasn't what he had expected. Punk knew he was a dom and not running for the hills, this changed things slightly in Randy's mind." He briefly wondered how Punk found out and then just turned his icy stare on John and Daniel.
"Blabbermouths, couldn't keep it to yourself? Punk and I are in a relationship, and that was something I would have told him when I felt we were ready for that conversation. Did you tell him John is your dom Daniel or anything else?" Daniel blushed and looked at Punk shrugging.
"We are so going to go, you can play with your viper without us here. To answer an earlier question, Cody would be the ex and he couldn't handle Randy here. Hopefully you can he seems to really care about you. If you have any questions about this type of relationship let me know." Daniel stood and looked at Randy shrugging not afraid of the larger mans growl John would protect him from anything.
"Thanks Bryan, see you guys later wanna grab dinner tomorrow before RAW, and Randy stop glaring at them. They may have just helped us along in our relationship. You should have told me before now." John nodded hugging Punk despite the continued glare from Randy. After the two had left the room Punk turned to Randy he sighed and let his true exhaustion show through. Just talking to everyone had exhausted him and all he waned to do was curl up in bed and sleep for a week,
"I'm gonna call and have your bus prepared he aren't flying out, we will take the bus and you can rest while we travel. We will be there in plenty of time and it will allow some recovery without being watched and having your pictures taken by fans at the airport." Punk would of protested but knew Randy was right so he just nodded.
"Thank you for taking care of me, I know that's all you have been doing lately. When we get to the show I'm sure I will feel better and then I need to start taking Paul down. We should start with Axel he is the weakest link, and should be easy enough to take down. Are you sure you want to help me with this Randy you don't have to get involved." Randy stroked his subs cheek because in Randy mind that was what Punk now was, he had denied Randy and seemed willing to discuss this and that changed everything. No one went after his sub, Paul was going down and Randy was going to make sure that he didn't know what hit him. The viper was possessive and messing with his property was a sin that Randy considered unforgivable.
"I'm already involved, when he messes with you he messes with me and I will not allow that baby, don't worry he will get what is coming to him we will make sure of it." He leaned down nuzzling Punk's neck, licking at his sweet spot he began to suck lightly.
"Randy we are in a hospital behave" murmured Punk but moving his head to the side to give Randy better access. Randy smiled against Punks neck and sank his teeth in hard, he felt a small jerk in Punk's body but no resistance. He sucked lightly at Punk's blood and went to straddle him when the door opened.
"Ahem can we please not get the patient worked up his blood pressure is rising" Dr. Chris stated with a smirk. Randy sighed and pulled away sitting beside of Punk's chair innocently looking at the doctor.
"Can we go now?" he asked as if nothing had happened. Punk on the other hand was trying to control his breathing and hiding the mark on his neck with his hand, Chris just shook his head and removed Punk's IV. He pulled Punk's hand away from his neck looking at the mark.
"You can go but take it easy on him Randy, let him rest I'm sure he will be back up to your extra curricular activities soon but not now. Let him recoup for the day, and I will see you both tomorrow at RAW. Sign these and make sure to get this filled." He handed papers to Punk along with a prescription. Punk was blushing so he quickly signed the papers and took the script.
"Fine I will, thanks for everything Chris now I just need to go convince the world that I didn't overdose and I'm not on drugs easy right?" Chris laughed and shook his head.
"Don't worry I have your back and so does everyone else, your reputation will be restored. I have a feeling that your friend here will make sure of it. Bye guys" Chris walked out of the room and Randy helped Punk change back into his clothes. Leaving the hospital with Punk by his side Randy plotted his own revenge and how to take Paul down without being caught himself.
When they got back to the house Randy placed Punk on the couch with instructions not move and went off to pack them both. Punk opened the bag from the pharmacy and reviewed the instructions. He saw that he needed to take it with food he stood and wandered into the kitchen. Opening cabinets to find something to eat he sighed not finding anything he felt he wanted, he went to the island and pulled open the cabinet to see if he had anything to snack on, seeing a bottle to the back of the cupboard he reached for it grabbing the item. The bottle of pills shook in his hand as he read the label, he wasn't sure what they were for but knew without a doubt they didn't belong to him. Punk heard a heavy sigh from the doorway and looked up at Randy. He stared at the bottle and then back at Randy. "What are these? Are you doing drugs again Randy? If you are we can get you help, you don't need these." Randy looked confused and then relieved and Punk wasn't sure why.
"I'm not doing drugs again I promise I would pass a drug test easily. I would never pursue a relationship with someone who is straight edge if I was getting high. They are just vitamins, I take them to help my metabolism, they are not illegal or addictive. I swear babe, no drugs ever again." Punk hesitated not sure if he wanted to believe Randy, though there were no signs Randy was using and they could easily be vitamins. He walked over to Randy placing the bottle in his hands.
"Sorry I jumped to conclusions, I know you are not using just seemed suspicious that they were hidden in the back of the cupboard but if you promise me that you are clean and sober I believe you Randy." Randy pulled Punk close hugging him.
"I promise no drugs, now what are you doing off the couch? I know I told you to stay put so get your skinny fat ass back over there before I give you a spanking." Punk laughed as Randy slapped his ass gently but went and sat looking at Randy.
"I need food to take with my pills, so could you be so nice as to go get me a burrito from the place up the street please?" Punk tried to give Randy puppy dog eyes and he just laughed.
"Yes I will go but for future reference those eyes don't work on you, you're too much of you to pull off innocent." Punk smirked and grabbed the remote for the TV flipping it on he settled back waiting for Randy to return. He felt his eyes getting heavy and was just about to doze off when he heard the front door open.
"That didn't take you too long, did you make sure it was vegan?" Punk called keeping his eyes closed. He felt hands on his neck and a feeling of dread slid down his spine.
"Punk, Punk, Punk we need to talk. Randy is going to be held up for a bit, it is just the two of us right now." Punk's eyes snapped open and he slid away from Paul.
"If you know whats good for you right now Paul I would get the hell out." Paul laughed and came around the couch causing Punk to stand. He felt a little stronger do to the medications from the hospital but hoped Paul didn't have back up he wouldn't be able to fend off. "Get out now!"
Paul smirked sitting down on the couch. "I said we need to talk, and so we are going to talk. I have something to tell you about your boyfriend. All you have to do is listen and then I will leave. I miss you Punk I think you should come back to me but I feel randy is filling your head with lies so I'm going to set the record straight right now." Punk glared and crossed his arms but didn't sat a word waiting for Paul to continue. Paul when to speak when the front door exploded open and an enraged Randy rushed into the house.
"You" he growled going after Paul. Normally Punk would have allowed this to keep going but he could see that Randy was bleeding, and had already been in a fight. He slid in front of Randy pressing him back.
"Get out Paul before I let him kill you. Stay away from me, and Randy if you have any idea whats good for you then stay far away." Paul glared at Randy but fled the house quickly. Punk turned Randy so he was facing him and hissed at the split lip and bruises beginning to form. "What happened Randy?" Randy pulled away pacing he suddenly stopped holding a bag out to Punk and he had to laugh. Taking the burrito he looked at Randy. "Thank you, now what happened?" Randy didn't answer and Punk stood taking his hand he pushed Randy onto the couch and sat on his lap gently wrapping his arms around Randy's neck he began to place light kisses on his neck. "What happened baby?"
"Ryback and Axel jumped me, knew Paul had to be here so I handled those two quickly and got back here as soon as I could. It's nothing just a few bruises. Are you okay? Did he touch you? Did he hurt you?" Punk took Randy's hand and placed like kisses onto the bruised knuckles.
"I'm fine, just Paul trying to play mind games and come between us, it will never work. Let me get you some ice." Randy tightened his grip and refused to let Punk move he grabbed the food on the coffee table and held it out to Punk.
"Eat now, the bus will be here soon, take your meds I'm going to go grab a shower. Lock the door, and from now on keep it locked understand?" Punk loved the commanding tone in Randy's voice and so he nodded complying to his wishes.
Punk sat on the bus watching Randy, he seemed tense and was pacing in the small kitchen area. He knew Randy was keeping something from him but right now he just wanted the man to feel better and to relax. He chewed his lip and wandered down the narrow hallway to his bedroom. He searched for a few minutes until he came across the discarded ties he had thrown into the bottom of his closet after the hall of fame ceremony. He looked at them for a minute before walking back out to Randy, he wrapped the tie around one of his wrist and then held his arms out to Randy. He looked at him expectantly. Randy looked at him then his wrist then the tie, in an instant he understood, grabbing the tie he spun Punk around pulling his arm behind his back. Punk felt the tie being wrapped snugly around his wrist and then a sharp tug to keep the fabric in place. "Give me your other arm, now" Punk moved his arm back and then decided he knew what Randy really needed and pulled his arm forward. "Phil give me your arm now! Don't push me." Randy didn't see the smirk go across Punks face at the challenge. Punk just crossed his arm over his chest refusing to relent. Randy growled and grabbed the arm not hurting Punk as he was not truly resisting he pulled it behind Punks back. With in a few minutes Punks hands were snugly tied and when he tried to test the restraints he knew he was not going to escape. Randy walked him down to the bedroom and pushed Punk forward onto the bed so he was on his knees his chest pressed against the mattress. Punk watched as Randy walked over to his bag and began to rummage through. He produced several sill ties and punk felt his breath catch.
"Well that would have been easier then trying to find this fucking tie" he sighed Randy frowned at Punk and grabbed a discarded belt off the floor. He slap it down across Punk's upturned ass.
"No talking without permission." Punk moaned at the sting he felt through his shorts from the belt.
"Yes sir, just one request sir please?" Randy raised the belt again. "I wear very little in the ring and have to be in there tomorrow night. Just take that into consideration please sir." Randy understood the request and had to laugh. He brought the belt down across Punk's ass again.
"I hear you Phil, that just means this ass is going to be sore before we are done here." Randy placed the belt on the bed followed by the scarves he left the room briefly returning with another item but keeping it out of Punk's view. Randy went back to his bag retrieving other items he hid from Punk. Punk laid there in anticipation. "Pick a safe word right now, and know I will stop when you say it, but be positive you want me to stop." Punk hesitated but thought of a word letting Randy know. Randy sighed and smacked Punk's butt. "Smart ass" Punk felt Randy's hands on his arm and then groaned as his elbows were tied tightly together effectively losing all use of his arms. Randy flipped him over on to his back and he tried to adjust to his arms being trapped behind him. Randy leaned down and kissed him lightly. "Do you trust me?" Punk nodded and Randy smiled he reached down beside the bed picking up the item he had retrieved from the kitchen. It was a true challenge of Punk's trust to stay still when he saw the butcher knife in Randy's hand. Yet he stayed put and found himself hardening as Randy slowly cut away his clothing. The cold knife running across his skin sent chills of pleasure to his core. Once the clothing was in a pile on the floor randy stepped back observing the bed and deciding his next step.
Randy took a hold of his ankle pushing his leg back until Punk felt the muscle straining. His ankle was then fastened to the head board, Randy did the same with the other leg spreading Punk's legs widely. Randy smirked Punk was at full display tied up like this in front of him. Legs wide open and pulled back gave him perfect access to Punks ass and the tight hole it contained. Randy reached out grabbing Punks erection beginning to stroke keeping his grip boarding on painful but drawing gasps of pleasure from the smaller mans lips. He brought Punk to the edge and slid a penis ring firmly into place. Punk whimpered biting at his lip ring. Trying his damnedest to keep his mouth shut. "Now I'm going to give you a choice, we both know you won't be able to stay quiet, so you can decided on this ball gag or trying to not alert the driver to our current actions your choice Phil, but if you are to loud I'm going to make this last twice as long before you come." Punk looked at the gag in Randy's hand opening his mouth to accept it knowing that he would never be able to keep himself quiet. Randy secured the gag and groaned at the image it gave him.
Randy settled down between Punk's legs, he glanced up at him briefly before his tongue worked its way into Punk's hole. He rimmed Punk and fingered his hole drawing it on and on finally sitting up he smirked evilly. "Someone was teasing me earlier so now he is going to get a taste of his own medicine."
Punk heard the vibration start before it came into contact with his tip, he hissed as Randy trailed the vibrator all over his penis and balls his hands clenching behind his back, Randy teased him like this for what felt like hours to Punk. He then pushed the vibrator into Punk and he groaned at the feeling of fullness. Randy pushed it into him over and over driving it into his spot until Punk was fighting back tears of frustration. Punk whimpered when Randy finally stopped leaving the vibrator pressed against his prostrate, actually turning up the vibration. Punk arched his back pleading with Randy with his eyes and muffled cries behind the gag. Randy stepped away stripping his clothes off as Punk watched he placed his hand on Punks penis, he could feel the vibrations and chuckled squeezing hard causing Punk to buck up into his hand. "Patience Phil, we will get to this." he squeezed again before releasing Punk he picked up the belt again and brought it down across Punk's ass directly against the vibrator. Randy did this repeatedly, making sure there was no rhythm to the strikes and the strength behind it varied. He couldn't until Punk's ass was bright red and small welts were appearing. He leaned down and ran his tongue across the reddened flesh his fingers digging into the welted skin, Punk cried out in pain and pleasure and Randy had enough. He yanked the vibrator from Punk's body slamming himself inside. He buried his face into Punks neck placing his full body weight onto Punk as he slammed brutally in and out if the tight opening, Randy wanted Punk to feel this tomorrow he wanted Punk to remember that it was Randy making him feel like this. He was going to tell him the truth and this may be the last time they were ever together like this and Punk needed to remember.
Punks arms were numb, his shoulders ached from the weight and his legs strained painfully but the pleasure of Randy hitting his spot was all encompassing. He never wanted this feeling to end he felt like he was soaring in the pleasure of it all. The wildness in Randy didn't scare him in fact the brutal pace was forcing the air from his lungs and he couldn't stop the cried from around the gag. He needed to cum, and wanted to feel Randy release inside of him. Randy slowed several times and then once he got control would resume the wild drilling of Punk's ass. Punk finally felt Randy's hand pulling off the cock ring and whimpered his orgasm rapidly rising. Randy stroke Punk roughly "Cum for me Punk let me hear you scream" That was all it took for Punk to go over the edge and he did scream against the gag over and over as Randy milked his semen from his body, Punk could feel Randy erupting inside of him and his muscles squeezed his tighter. Several minutes later Punk finally caught his breath and Randy's weight left his tired body, He watched as Randy untied his legs they fell limply onto the bed, next his arms were freed and then his aching jaw was released from its stretched position, He wrapped his arms around Randy and the bigger man kissed him. He could feel an odd longing in the kiss but was still to lost in his bliss to be concerned. Randy pulled him close snuggling Punk. "Phil we need to have an conversation" Randy said softly, the green eyes met Randy's and he smiled.
"Later, we will talk later. Right now just hold me, you exhausted me I need sleep. Just hold me I don't want to talk, don't want to hear it Randy." Randy frowned and wondered what Punk had figured out, he was obviously avoiding the conversation but he wasn't going to deny his pets request and held him tightly as the smaller man drifted off to sleep.
Thank you guys for reading please review, please. Hope you liked this chapter, Randy's confession and Punks reaction is upcoming.