Randy stood in the kitchen sipping a mug of coffee, he was watching Punk but trying not to let on. His boyfriend sat on the couch aimlessly flicking through channels, this was where he had been since awakening, he had spoken very little to any of the men and only when engaged by them first. Randy was worried his Punk normally never shut up and to see him so withdrawn put Randy's nerves on edge. Randy saw Punk glance his way and smiled at the man, Punk forced a smile back and turned away. Randy looked over at his friends they were all studying Punk also and Randy knew that Punk would hate feeling like a zoo exhibit and ushered everyone out onto the deck. He took a deep breath of the cold morning air and sat at the table. "We need to all stop watching him at once, he may not be saying anything right now but it will make him cranky. I get we are all concerned so we watch him in shifts. So he doesn't feel like everyone is staring at him at once. Did anyone get a hold of Dr. Amann?" John nodded and sat down beside of Randy.
"Yes he is on an early flight should be here anytime. I wasn't sure how much you wanted explained or Punk wants him to know, so I just told him Punk needed him asap. He didn't really ask any questions just agreed to come." Randy nodded grateful to his best friend for being by his side through all of this.
"Did you talk to the security team Colt?"
"Yes, they are sending a team should be here today to set up security and providing Punk a bodyguard. They are tracking Paul, the man is not good at covering his tracks so they feel they should have his location pretty quickly. What are we going to do once we have the location?" Randy didn't answer at first contemplating the question.
"We are going to make him suffer. That's all I know right now, I'm not sure of anything else." Everyone nodded and looked up as the deck door opened. Punk walked out going over to Randy he pushed his arms out of the way and curled up in his lap.
"Door bell rang I didn't answer it." Punk said softly and Randy rubbed his back feeling the tension. Colt slid inside and went to the door. Punk looked at John and Daniel cocking his head.
"Don't you guys have a life to get back to? I'm glad you came but everything is fine so go home." Daniel literally snorted at Punk and rolled his eyes sitting down on John's lap.
"Nope not going anywhere, I'll have to leave to go to Raw in a few days with Randy. But John here is going to stay with you." Punk frowned and turned to face Randy.
"I'm not going to RAW? Since when was this decided?" Randy was about to speak when the deck door opened and Dr. Amann walked out.
"I decide it and we will talk about Raw after I evaluate you. Though I'm not sure for what or why I was called here yet so who wants to explain?" Punk glared at the doctor then Randy, looking back and forth between the two.
"Are you fucking kidding me, who the hell called him and why is he here I told you I was fine." When Punk went to stand Randy held onto him turning his head to face Randy.
"You are not fine, after what happened yesterday, you are most definitely not fine. I need you to stop lying about that. I thought you were known for your brutal honesty, I had John call him so he could come take a look at you. You wouldn't go to the hospital and you need to be examined. Be angry if you want its refreshing from the despondent person you've been all morning." Punk actually pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I dislike all of you, why can't we just forget yesterday? Why do we need to talk about it, what Paul did to me was well. . .it is what it is can we just move on." Dr Amann sat beside of Randy and looked at Punk.
"Want to fill me in? What exactly did Paul do to you? John said they sedated you?" Punk leaned his head back onto Randy shoulder staring at the sky. No one spoke for several minutes and Punk finally spoke.
"He held me at gun point, drugged me, and assaulted me sexually. Then he let me go, I'm over it. It happened and its time to move on, yes I allowed Randy to sedate me but I just needed the sleep." Punk shrugged at the doctor and Dr. Amann stood.
"Alright you were kidnapped and raped, but you're fine now. Sure Phil lets go I'm going to examine you and then we are going to have a conversation about therapy and whether or not inpatient or outpatient is the way to go. I'm going to do this with him alone Randy, if I need help I'll yell."
Randy hesitated but Punk nodded standing knowing he just needed to face the inevitable. He followed the Doctor into the house, hearing everyone come inside after them. He led the doctor upstairs to the bedroom. Chris set his bag down onto a chair and looked at Punk. "Okay first does anything hurt?"
"Besides my pride and the fact I should have fought him off, I know how to defend myself but I didn't. My back hurts and my knee I think he hyper-extended it. Also I was bleeding ummm inside." Chris nodded and searched his bag finding a paper gown he tossed it to Punk.
"First off he had a gun Punk, you could have ended up dead if your try to defend yourself. All the training you have tells you to only take on a opponent when it's smart. A gun versus an unarmed man is not smart. No one blames you and you blaming yourself for his actions is a idiotic decision, and I've never known you to be an idiot. Put that on, and I'll take a look, I'm going to draw some blood and make sure the drugs are out of your system. Do you know what he gave you?" The Doctor turned his back and he could hear Punk changing.
"I understand that in theory, it wasn't my fault, and my reactions were drug induced but it doesn't make it any better. He said it was GHB and liquid x but who knows what it really was. It feels out of my system but I could be wrong. Would you have to report a blood test to Vince because I really don't want a positive test on his desk. You can turn around." Chris turned pulling on a pair of gloves and grabbing a syringe.
"I'm going to report all of this to Vince, Paul needs to be terminated and that's not going to happen if we keep covering everything up. No more hiding stuff, and Vince won't care about the positive test you didn't willingly take the drugs. He made be a hard-ass but he does care about his superstars so relax." He took Punk's blood and pointed towards the bed can you lay down for me. Punk did as he was asked and laid there as Chris examined his back and knee. He checked out the wounds on his wrist and ankles as well as some other bruising. He went to his bag and retrieved a speculum. He looked at Punk unsure if the man could handle this part of the procedure. "I need to look inside of you, will you be able to handle this?" Punk chewed on his lip ring rubbing the back of his neck.
"I don't know, you can try if I start to freak out just get Randy in here to hold me down. I know you need to do this but I guarantee nothing." Chris nodded going over to Punk, he spread the young man's legs and grimaced at the bruising on his thighs. He first pressed on the tights making sure it was just superficial bruising. Taking some gel he inserted his finger gently wanting to make sure that if he used the instrument to look it wouldn't cause more trauma or open up any wounds. Punk immediately tensed and tried to close his legs.
"I can't I'm sorry just stop please." Chris immediately listened and waited for Punk to calm down. Chris watched Punk and stood looking at his glove.
"Punk your still bleeding I need to find out why, I'm going to get Randy and the other guys, I don't want to traumatize you but I need to look. Did he use any objects? I could sedate you to do this if needed but don't really want to unless I have to." Punk felt on the verge of tears but his thoughts no where need the Doctors. How was he ever going to be intimate with Randy if he couldn't handle a simple examination.
"Okay whatever, yes he used whatever he could find when he got tired. No sedative please unless we have no choice. I'll try Chris I just I don't know." Chris walked to the door opening seeing all of the man standing awkwardly in the hall.
"I need your help, all of you. Randy keep him distracted talk to him, do whatever, well not whatever keep it pg. I'm going to need one of you to make sure he doesn't punch me, and the other two to hold open his legs." Everyone nodded but Randy, he crossed his arms glaring at Chris.
"Why exactly are we going to do this?" Chris held up his bloody glove.
"He is bleeding I wouldn't do this if it wasn't necessary." Randy reluctantly nodded going into the room.
Punk looked at Randy as he sat beside him, Randy took both of his hands and just began talking. Punk tried to focus on his voice, his face, his eyes anything except what Chris was doing. He could feel the hands on his legs and see John hovering on his other side. He felt the speculum entered and hissed immediately trying to close his legs. Struggling against the men, "Relax your body Phil" Randy stated in his dominating tone and Punk struggled to listen. Pain was lashing up his back at what the doctor was doing and he cried out in pain. Randy leaned down and kissed him lightly and Punk flung his arms around Randy's neck clinging. He felt the speculum leave his body and relaxed lightly.
"Were not done, he 's pretty torn up and needs stitches. I don't know what Paul used but its bad. I'm going to get the equipment I need. Talk to him about a sedative this is going to take several minutes. I don't know if he can last that long, and once I start I'm not stopping till its done." Randy nodded and Punk just took a deep breath.
"No sedatives, no more sedatives ever, no drugs, just do it and get it over with as long as Randy keeps talking I'll be okay." Randy nodded and racked his brain at a conversation to distract Punk.
"So I was thinking if you were up to it I want you to meet my daughter Alanna, I mean I know you've met her before but as my boyfriend and future husband. Not as a co-worker, its up to you though." Punk's eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly.
"Meet Alanna as your future husband, meet your daughter that's kind of a big deal don't you think? Are you sure you want to take that step, I mean won't Sam have a say in it?" This conversation was working perfectly and the men had even let go of Punk's legs as he was not resisting at all granted their hands still hovered over his legs just in case.
"Yes its a big deal, and yes I plan on marrying you in official capacity wherever its legal. I want to take that step, it is a big one but an important one. I want my daughter to know the man I love, the man I am going to spend my life with. The man I'm going to propose to very soon. Very very soon and I hope you plan on saying yes when I do. I know taking us public is something we need to have a serious talk about but the fact is I want everyone in our lives to know you are mine and I am yours forever maybe it will stop the diva's from hitting on you. That Eva Marie gets on my nerves. Sam doesn't have a say. Yes we were married but that was for show, we never even had sex she got pregnant due to artificial insemination. She had her life I had mine, she only has custody until I stop working or something else happens like I get married. So tell me what your thinking." Punk eyes were wide and he was blinking repeatedly he opened his mouth then closed it several times.
"Oh my god the man who never shuts up and has a comeback for everything is speechless somebody write this on a calendar." Punk looked down and glared at Colt rolling his eyes. He suddenly hissed and tried to arch his back.
"Ow fucking ouch Chris, that fucking hurts could you take it easy." Punk exclaimed he growled when both guys grabbed his legs. "I didn't move my legs let go, now back to you." He turned his head back to Randy. "Is this really the time to have this conversation I mean really right now. Wouldn't it be better to have it say when I don't have things in my ass and people hovering over me? Do you always pick weird times to have important discussions because if you do I'd like to know now so I can be prepared in the future when yo want to talk about adopting children or something in a middle of a match." Randy smiled shaking his head.
"I do tend to just say whats on my mind wherever I am, remind you of anyone now stop avoiding the question and answer me." Punk rubbed his neck cracking it gently thinking.
"Alright yes I want to meet Alanna, I think you should ease her into this though kids usually want there parents together. When you decided to propose you most likely will get the answer you want but I'm not answering you until you ask and if you attempt to ask me right now I'm going to punch you right in the balls. Divas don't hit on me and Eva Marie has never so whats your problem with her? Isn't she engaged to someone or kind of engaged? I don't know whatever I don't watch Total Divas. We will have the public conversation someday but I don't think now would be the time. Sam was your beard huh didn't know that. How many guys have you been with exactly? Have you been tested?" Randy chuckled at Punk rolling his own eyes.
"Now those are questions for a private conversation, but since I started this I'm not certain of the number I've been a whore with both guys and girls mainly girls. Yes in some way Sam was my beard but I was dating girls just not sleeping with her. It made me look more respectable being married. I think your blind the divas flirt with you all the time, the whole straight edge thing is attractive, no sex outside of a relationship. Women think that's hot and the fact you need to be committed to sleep with them well it guarantees a relationship. Although I think you've probably broken that rule a few times. Eva Marie throws herself at you anytime you walk in a room so does AJ by the way. What is your number Punk? I've only ever been in two actual relationships and that's Cody and you. Cody well that was brief you on the other hand are stuck with me. I am completely clean, I've always wrapped it except with you. Yes I've been tested I'm not stupid. So I will call Sam and have her drop Alanna off tomorrow." Punk chewed on his lip ring thinking again. HE felt the speculum leave his body and glanced down.
"Oh I'm done but we all want to hear where this conversation is going." Chris stated smiling and beginning to clean up his equipment. Punk sat up and leaned against the headboard.
"Okay I will admit in my younger days I may have had a few week long relationships to sleep with someone but I always knew their name and also never a one night stand at least two nights before I broke up with them. Women I've had my fair share just like you but we both know you are the only guy I have ever been with so that counts for something. Eva Marie is not my type, and AJ and I are good friends but she knows nothing else is ever going to happen I've had that conversation so no need to be jealous there. Tomorrow that's awful soon isn't it how about next week, or month, or year. Also why I wrought iron bed this head board is uncomfortable." Randy actually laughed out loud, as did John and Daniel. Punk didn't know why that was funny but they seemed to be cracking up.
"Alright the easy question first, wrought iron gives me options for chains, cuffs, or ties. Something I though would have been obvious to you. Eva Marie has bright red hair and a killer body sound like anyone you may have dated for a long period of time. So AJ does want you gotta keep an eye on her she is crazy. I like that I'm your first and someday if I ever get comfortable with the idea I'll let you be my first in that way no promises though. I'm gonna go and let Dr Amann finish up in here yell if you need me I love you." Punk was blushing but murmured I love you back as the men left the room.
"Why would you have chains on your bed" asked Colt as they left and Punk grabbed a pillow burying his face into it." Chris was just laughing as he sat in the chair in the room. Punk pulled the pillow away and looked at him.
"Alright talk to me, what is on your mind Chris?" Punk asked kind of curious although he was a doctor Punk trusted him and consider him his friend.
"First off refrain from sex for at least a few weeks, the stitches will dissolve. You mat have some pain and I would give you a script but you won't take it so use Tylenol or ibuprofen as you need too. Ice your knee, we will get a better look at it once the swelling goes down. Your back pain is from the tearing it should resolve soon. Now in this case with everything you've gone through I would usually recommend you go inpatient for some treatment. However separating you from Randy I feel would be detrimental as he seems to ground you. So I'm going to put you in an outpatient treatment program which you will attend all the appointments or I will revoke your wrestling privileges. Do you want me to set it up here or Chicago?" Punk was frowning but knew it was pointless to fight the man on anything he was saying.
"Here I'm not going back to Chicago, gonna sell my house. Randy needs to be close to his daughter." Chris nodded and leaned forward looking intent.
"I'm glad you have Randy but take it easy on the bondage shit. Don't look at me like that I'm not a stupid man and I noticed the marks on you over the last few months. Now listen closely to me Punk. It's okay not be okay, you are allowed to be sad, mad, or just plan crazy right now. The worst thing you can do is shut down emotionally, let yourself feel what you need to feel. Let yourself grieve in a way something huge was taken away from you. If you numb yourself then its a very slippery slope until you are using other things to keep numb. I know your beliefs but sometimes no matter how strong a belief we stumble. Let yourself feel, let yourself be broken for a while. If you pretend everything is hunky dory then a moment will happen and you'll end up worse off. Also let your friends and family hover it may drive you crazy but they do it out of love. They couldn't protect you when it happened so they are going to be suffocatingly protective now, just flow with it. Eventually it will end and things will slide back towards normal but it takes time and baby steps. Do you understand?" Punk nodded cracking his neck again.
"Yeah I get it and I'll try to do what you are saying but numb feels better." Chris laughed and stood.
"The longer you stay numb the longer the wounds have to heal. I'll see you soon Phil, I will call with your appointment and lab results." Punk stood and hugged Chris lightly.
"Thank you it means a lot that you would come all this way. I'm sure I'll want to punch you when I get the bill but until then thanks."
"You are a friend do not hesitate to call and there won't be a bill. This was me helping a friend in crisis out. No record beside the call I make to Vince will ever be made of this to anyone. Stay strong Phil." with that Chris left the room and Punk was finally left alone for a few blissful minutes.
After dinner Punk stood washing dishes, Randy had prepared one of Punk's favorite meals and to his happiness Punk ate his cooking instead of refusing. It was a small step but one Randy was glad to see. Randy was in the living room setting up a movie for everyone to watch deciding on Avenger's since it was on of Punk's favorites, when he heard the crash. He rushed to the kitchen and saw Punk's tense shoulders as he leaned over the sink. John quickly shook his head at randy pointing towards a shattered plate on the far side of the room and mouthing he threw it. Randy nodded standing in the doorway not approaching Punk but there if he needed him. Punk's body was literally shaking and Randy so wanted to comfort him but knew he shouldn't another dish followed the same path as the first shattering against the wall. He saw Punk glance around and Randy move over to the cupboard opening it he grabbed the stack of plates and placed them on the counter then went to sit beside of John at the table. Plates could be replaced and if that's how Punk wanted to take his anger out then he wasn't going to stop him. Plate after plate hit the wall, until there was none left Randy thought about getting him some more dishes but Punk just let out a scream and began to kick the cupboard beneath the sink. Randy allowed him a few moments before picking Punk up and tossing him over his shoulder. :Randy put me the fuck down what are you doing?" The older man growled and Randy ignored him taking him to the gym in the basement. He placed him in front of the punching bag and handed him some gloves. Punk looked at him for a moment before putting the gloves on, Randy held the bag as Punk wailed away. Randy could feel the punches get weaker and finally Punk sat on the floor, sweat dripping down his body trying to catch his breath.
"Feel better?" Randy asked sitting beside of him on the mat. Punk looked at Randy studying him intently. HE suddenly sat up straddling Randy's body and beginning to kiss him. After several minutes Randy pushed him away knowing that Punk couldn't do this physically or mentally yet. "I love you Phil, and am looking forward to the day we get back to this but not now, you need to heal. Dr. Amann said no sex so no sex." Phil made a whining noise in the back of his throat which Randy found adorable.
"There is other stuff we could do to feel good. I just want to feel good and know its you that's making me feel that way. Please Randy make me feel better, make me stop feeling his hands on me." Randy sighed deeply pulling Punk close he held him for a moment debating with himself.
"Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better? Anything at all?" Punk thought about the question and answered truthfully.
"Short of your hands on my body, not really. Unless you are willing to teach me how to use a gun. Or kill Paul for me then nope I want to feel you." Randy groaned leaning back on the mat pulling Punk down on top of him.
"Do you always go for the extreme? I will teach you how to shoot if that's what you want but not tonight the range is closed. Paul will suffer I promise you that and if that means you want him dead then I will gladly kill him for you but do me a favor and think about that. If I agree to some touching will you promise to tell me if it is too much. Tell me to stop if you can't handle it promise." Punk smiled brightly realizing he was going to get his way although he wasn't sure why he was doing this completely. He did want Randy, always did but wasn't sure he could do this without freaking out. He needed to prove something to himself that Paul had taken his ability to feel pleasure away.
"I think the fact that you would kill for me is very hot. Thank you for agreeing to teach me I want to be able to protect myself. I promise I will tell you, just like always safe word right." Randy nodded and slid Punk's t-shirt off. He heard steps on the stairs and knew the other guys were fleeing the scene.
"Tell me what you think will trigger you and I will avoided it." Punk considered the question as he tugged off Randy's shirt.
"Paul had very little talent in bed, it was straight to the anal so blow jobs are good. Kissing you taste completely like you so that doesn't bother me. Um, no stroking Paul did that a lot to prove he could get me off. Really it was just about shoving shit in my ass and making me beg so avoided that and we will be fine. Let me be on top like this and don't hold me down." Randy was fuming internally he was going to chop Paul's dick off and shove it down his throat. Paul was a dead man Randy knew this even before Punk said he wanted him dead but now it was going to be a very slow and painful death. Randy pushed away those thoughts and leaned up kissing Punk slowly running his hands all over Punk's arms and chest. He played with his nipple rings and heard a small moan, he pulled back watching Punk's face as he rolled his hips against Punks pressing their erections together. Seeing the pleasure in Punk's eyes he reached down and tugged off Punks shorts allowing Punk to do the same to his. He sat up position Punk in his lap so their hardness was pressed firmly together his hands exploring Punk's legs and back avoiding touching his glorious ass at all. He rolled his hips against Punk's at a steady pace. Keeping their eyes locked smiling when Punk began to press back. After several minute both men dripped with sweat and Randy was close. "Phil lay back for me love I want to kiss your body everywhere." Green eyes fluttered closed for a minute and then he complied, laying back on the mat. Randy hovered over making sure to put no weight onto Punk's body. He then did exactly what he said with Punk eyes watching he kissed and stroked every mark and bruise and took a little time to worship Punks nipple, Randy kept looking up checking on Punk and was glad to see lust filled eyes and no fear. When he got to the bruised thighs he restrained from saying what was in his head instead just licking the sore skin gently. Washing away Paul from Punk's body. His mouth hovered over Punk's penis and he glanced up. "Are you sure?" he whispered desire think in his voice.
"Randy if you don't lick me there I will punch you in the face right now" Punk exclaimed he wanted to beg but wouldn't allow himself to. Randy chuckled and licked the precum from Punk's tip. "I have another odd question for you what do I taste like, I know you taste smokey and manly and John taste like candy. But what do I taste like?" Randy cocked his head raising an eyebrow. How does he know what John taste like he wondered. He pushed it away deciding not to ruin the moment but would talk to his best friend before the night was over.
"Fruity, you taste fruity it's very addicting. Almost like an orange I'm assuming it's because you are a health nut and do those juice fasts. I love it. Now hush so I can enjoy the taste." Punk was blushing but said nothing as Randy licked his shaft and balls. He laid there watching Randy enjoying the pleasure he looked around the room and realized he could watch what they were doing in the mirrors along the wall and found that erotic as hell. Randy finally engulfed him and Punk arched his back gasping. Randy set a slow steady pace and every time Punk would try to quicken it he would pull back and give him a frown before resuming. Punk stared into those blue orbs as he was sucked off and hadn't seen anything so exotic as the fact that Randy didn't look away once. Randy ran his tongue along the thick vein ad hummed.
"Fuck" hissed Punk as he exploded his load shooting down Randy's throat. When he was done Randy released him and crawled forward hovering over Punk. He kissed him gently, and Punk wrapped his arms around Randy's neck and then his legs pulling his weigh down on top of him. "Don't move" he said "just let me feel you on top of me. Let me feel this." Randy stayed still as Punk tensed and relaxed a few times beneath him wanting to pull away every time he felt Punk tense. Punk finally buried his head into Randy's neck nipping and rolling his hips against Randy's erection.
Randy to afraid to move let Punk set the pace, until Punk dug his fingernails into his back, "Move Randal, you need to move" Randy went to pull away thinking Punk wanted him to move off of him. The smaller man refused to let go. "No move with me, and don't stop until you cum." Randy hesitated and then began to move his erection sliding against Punk re-hardened penis. They moved together bodies in perfect rhythm, until they both came all over their stomachs. Randy rolled off of Punk with a groan checking that the man was okay. A smile was spread across Punk's face and he laughed in delight he hadn't freaked out. He leaned down and licked the cum from Randy's stomach loving the combined taste of the two of then. Randy watched him and then pushed him back and did the same to Punk's stomach. When both were cleaned up Punk snuggled into Randy's side. "That was fun, and hot., thank you. Though now all the mirrors in this room are a little awkward it was kind of kinky when we were doing that though." randy glanced around and laughed looking at all the angles that showed their naked bodies. He released Punk and handed him his shorts, Punk smiled standing and Randy stared at his ass.
"Wait can I touch your ass?" Punk glanced back at him and nodded slowly. Punk watched in the mirror as Randy touched every inch of his butt and then began to lick it gasping as he slid his tongue between his cheeks he licked his hole gently for a few moments not pushing in but wanting to make Punk feel him and not Paul. He finally pulled back and looked up at Punk shocked to see tears on his face. "Baby I'm sorry you should of stopped me. Are you okay?" Punk shook his head sitting down on Randy's lap.
"I love you, you stupid man. I'm happy, I feel you everywhere, I don't feel him even it's just for a little while I don't feel him. I feel you, only you. You show me love and pleasure that no drugs could ever show me. I didn't freeze up I never thought about him, I wanted you inside me so bad damn stitches. I know I will be able to fully be with you again someday even be submissive because its you. I just was standing there wondering who you are? Who is this man who I love above everyone else, who I would gladly die for. The one I trust with my dreams, my future, my heart. You are my center, you ground me like no one else ever has. You know me even when I don't know myself. You are my knight in shining armor and my dark horse. You somehow became my everything, you show me desire, love, and acceptance. You are gentle when I need you to be and aggressive when needed. You are my world now Randy, my heart is yours forever I would say be careful with it but somehow I know you will cherish it forever. I can not wait for my future with you I want you to know that. You are my light don't ever forget that. I just realized I forgive you, truly forgive you. You are my savior and my fate, will you marry me Randy?" Randy had tears running down his face he had never had someone put so much blind faith into him and it was causing his heart to soar.
"What no ring?" he whispered as he crushed Punk to him in a bear hug.
"That's your department, not mine. You can pick out the ring and ask me in the future but I want it to be official between us right now. So answer me already" Punk sated laughing as Randy tickled him lightly.
"Or course I will, but when I propose it will be in a romantic setting though I don't know if I can top those words. I love you Phillip Jack Brooks, you are my world." Punk felt tears streaming down his face and leaned back kissing Randy passionately. Randy stood pulling Punk with him.
"Get dressed my fiance, we are supposed to be having a movie night I think it's probably rude to leave our guests alone. Plus I need to speak to John about something." Punk pulled on his clothes and then stopped slapping his forehead.
"Randy can I tell you, and then we never talk about it again. He helped us out and it was a favor to me." Randy hesitated but nodded.
"After I found out everything I asked Daniel to borrow John to show me if it was you or the dominating that I needed. Not a lot happened before I realized it was you. We were both hard so we gave each other blow jobs nothing more I promise. It will never ever happen again he is totally in love with Daniel and I'm getting married." Randy glared for a moment before slamming Punk into his body.
"You will never ever do anything with him or anyone ever again understand" he used his dominating voices and shivers went to Punk's core.
"Yes sir I understand" he smirked pinching Randy and running up the stairs to the living room flopping on the couch beside of Colt. Randy followed a few minutes later two beers in his hand he walked up to John.
"Stand up" he sated simply John complied slowly and then found his ass back on the couch thanks to a punch to the jaw he then handed John a beer and went and sat beside of Punk. John rubbed his jaw looking around Punk shrugged innocently and then burst into laughter. Everyone smiled at that laugh and once the movie started Punk settled against Randy a smile across his face occasionally looking at John and giggling.