December 3, 2011
Both Punk and John had been completely exhausted when they returned to Punk's apartment in Chicago. They had immediately crawled into bed and slept the morning away. Later that afternoon they relocated to watch some classic horror movie that Punk insisted on even though John was of a different mind entirely on what was considered light hearted entertainment. It was no surprise that he fell asleep about thirty minutes into the movie.
When John woke up he found that he was no longer spooned behind Punk because Punk had gone missing. He eventually found Punk in his bathroom with both cabinet drawers pulled out, lying on the floor. Next to Punk was a trash bag that Punk was throwing random items into.
"What are you doing?"
"Spring cleaning."
"It's winter."
"I'm getting a head start this year."
John moved into the bedroom and found his clothes neatly folded sitting on the bed.
"Are you my maid now too by any chance?" John yelled towards the bathroom.
"That was a one-time deal, you better start thinking up ways to reward me for the hard work it took, folding clothes is hard."
"As much as a appreciate the gesture I'm getting pretty bored of carrying around the same clothes for what feels like months on end. I'm tired of looking at them, I think I'm just going to toss these instead of bringing them back to Tampa on Monday and go out today and buy all new stuff."
Punk emerged from the bathroom, "No need to do that, you can just put all your things here," Punk said, sliding open a drawer on his dresser and then returning to his project in the bathroom.
John approached the drawer with his things and found that it was completely empty. He pulled open the drawer below it and it was also empty. He quickly moved to the closet and opened the door. Punk's things were hung haphazardly on one side and, following the trend, the other side was empty. He went to the side of the bed that he considered his and opened up the drawer on the nightstand which was also completely empty. John had to take a seat on the bed to reign in his racing heart. Did this all mean what he thought it meant? He hoped with all his heart that it did.
John returned to the bathroom to find Punk dumping the contents of one drawer into the other, leaving one empty and then sliding them both back into place in the cabinet. John stepped further into the bathroom and toyed with the handle on the empty drawer.
"Is this for me?"
"Yep. You've even got a spot for your toothbrush right here next to mine, but if I catch your using mine then there's no telling what I might do to yours."
"Fair enough, and the dresser and the closet and the nightstand…"
"All yours too."
"Is this your backhanded way of asking me to move in with you?"
"Not in the slightest, I'm straight up asking you right now to move in with me. I was pretty sure of your answer so I started moving my things around while you were knocked out on the couch. We have technically been living together on the road for months now, mostly without incident, and I don't think the co-mingling or our material goods are going to change that."
"But Tampa…"
"I'm not asking you to give up your life I'm just offering you the option of setting up a second base of operations…no, you know what, screw the euphemisms, I'm asking you if you want to set up a second home, here, with me."
"Yes Phil, yes, whatever you want."
"Those are the words I wanted to…"
But Punk's words were cut off when John lifted Punk off his feet and tossed him onto the bed that was now half his. John moved to ambush Punk but all he met was mattress as Punk had rolled out of the way.
"Hey, I was getting somewhere…"
"Yeah, on my side of the bed, yours is the left."
"Are you planning to draw a line between the two with a roll of duct tape or something?"
"That sounds like a good plan…" Punk was again cut off but this time by John kissing him.
Punk eventually resurfaced from the kissing, "Okay, I may be inclined to allow conjugal visits to my side of the bed on occasion."
"And now being one of those times?"
"Most definitely," but it was Punk that crossed the imaginary line and draped himself over John resuming the kissing that John had initiated earlier. They stayed that way for a long time, neither one hurrying the progression of their passion along.
After a long while Punk's hands began to inch up John's chest, bringing up John's shirt along with it, Punk tossing it aside. Punk followed the path his hands had just taken with his mouth. When he reached John's waistband he sat up, undoing the buckles and zippers and then easing them down John's legs taking his boxer briefs with them. John was laid out naked and hard on the bed but Punk seemed to be frozen at the foot of the bed staring up at John.
"What?" John said, not bothered in the slightest that he was spread out like some sort of erotic buffet but Punk not pouncing on him was unusual. John went to sit up but Punk pushed him back down onto the bed with his hand.
"I'm just taking it all in. I'm not one prone to compliments but holy fuck me are you hot. I really could just sit here and stare."
"While I do love the compliment, I think I'd much rather get an eyeful for myself."
Punk just nodded, kneeling at the foot of the bed and divesting himself of his clothes. Punk straddled John and crawled up his body on hands and knees, giving John a deep kiss before pulling back with a wicked smile, the green of his eyes had turned impossibly dark. Punk pulled all the way back into a seated position in John's lap.
"I need you to hand me what's inside you bedside table drawer."
John hadn't seen anything earlier, but when he swept his hand across the back he pulled out a bottle of unopened lube. John made to open the tube but before he could open it Punk snatched it out his hands, opening it up and coating his fingers in the slippery substance.
John made to spread his legs under Punk but Punk forced them back together with his deceptive thigh strength. Punk reached under his spread legs and John watched hungrily as Punk rode his own fingers, moaning when he found an especially sensitive spot. John could seriously watch this all day on any other occasion but right now he wanted to be inside Punk more than anything.
Punk finally halted the sensual torture that had inflamed both men and holding John's cock he slid down the length of him. Punk began moving slowly; barely enough to be even defined as friction, but just being inside the tight heat of Punk was enough to make John's heart speed up considerably. Punk began to move more steadily, bracing his palms on John's chest. John thought he was going to stroke out when Punk started adding little twists of his hips to his movements. When Punk's nails dug into John's chest and Punk moaned his name he knew that they had found Punk's sweet spot. Punk began sliding up and down his cock with more force and John joined in, arching his hips up to meet Punk's.
Both of their movements became erratic and John knew the end was in sight for both of them. He palmed Punk's cock in a tight grip and started stroking Punk furiously, wanting nothing more than to see Punk come. John was rewarded shortly when Punk's muscles locked up, coming all over John's chest. Punk's channel squeezed his cock so tightly when Punk came, sending John crashing headlong into his orgasm.
Punk leaned down to kiss John but John rolled him off to the other side of the bed.
"Hey! What the hell was that?"
"Well you did just cross over to my side of the bed and then seduced me you sex fiend. We're going to need that duct tape soon."
"Ha Ha, let me go get a towel to wipe you down."
John didn't exactly mind his chest being covered in Punk's come but he did have plans for the rest of the day.
Once he was cleaned off he pulled his clothes back on and threw Punk's in his direction.
"Come on, we're going out."
"To where?"
"Shopping. I need clothes and so do you."
"What do I need clothes for, I'm perfectly happy with the clothes I have now."
"That may be true but you'll need some to have on hand for when you're in Tampa. I've been meaning to move all my John Cena T-Shirts to a temperature controlled facility for a while now."
December 5, 2011
Monday Night Raw
John and Punk entered the arena in Tampa ready for the night's show after the few days off they had taken in Chicago. They made their way to the locker room, stopping a road agent on the way that let them know that they didn't have anything for them for Raw. Punk and John just rolled their eyes and proceeded to the locker room and changed into their gear. They had both grown used to Laurinaitis throwing out on the spot matches.
They were hanging out in the locker room when Otunga entered and walked up to John, "Mr. Laurinaitis would like you to go out to the ring to start the show, talking about the incident in Piper's Pit last week and the #1 Contendership."
After Otunga left John very reluctantly turned to look at Punk, having no idea what Punk might say about him being the #1 Contender to his title. John found he didn't have any need to worry; Punk was just smiling and shaking his head.
"You're not mad?"
"We're the best there is, it's not really a surprise that you're back on top again, but it also means that the match will be at TLC. I've won two Money in the Bank matches and you've never been in one ever. I'm pretty optimistic about my chances."
"It's lovely to see that CM Punk has made reappearance. I better get out there and face the audience. I'm sure your fans are going to attempt to tear the place apart when they find out I'm the #1 Contender. For once I'm not going to care if they boo me out the building because they'll be cheering for you instead."
John left for the arena entrance and Punk moved to the monitor bay to watch what John would do in the ring. He took a seat next to Zack and was joined by Randy and Daniel who were both unclear as to why they had been summoned to Raw. Punk had a sneaking suspicion that there was a lot more going on than anyone knew.
Punk watched as John came out to a mixed reaction. There were definitely quite a few Cena supporters in the audience but the vocal majority was against him and making themselves heard. John started out by talking about Piper's Pit and trying to put a positive spin on it, something that Punk didn't think was logically possible but trust John to try.
The second John mentioned Punk's victory over del Rio last week and asserted himself as the #1 Contender del Rio jumped up and headed for the arena entrance. It looked like John was going to have some company. Del Rio asserted that Punk had cheated, even though it was him that had exposed the turnbuckle. Del Rio said the next Championship match should be his.
That sentence had barely finished coming out of del Rio's mouth when Ziggler and Vickie jumped up and headed for the arena entrance as well. A minute later Vickie's shrill voice was filling the arena with Ziggler in tow behind her. Ziggler believed he should be #1 Contender because he was the US Champion and had a string of recent wins over big name stars, including Randy. He could feel the annoyance rolling off both Randy and Zack. John again brought up the fact that the only person Ziggler should be facing is Zack.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Miz spring up from his seat and head toward the arena entrance as well. It seemed that the line forming behind John for a title shot was growing longer by the minute. Miz as well thought he should get the Championship match due to the fact that he had taken out both Truth and Morrison. With all four guys in the ring trying to argue their case it was turning into a farce. Punk had to admit that John was pretty much owning these pretenders to his title. This was when Punk really missed Melina. Randy was pissed about the ill-gotten win Ziggler had over him; Zack was practically vibrating out his seat seeing his chance at the US Title evaporating before him yet again and Daniel was injured and probably not in a very convivial mood. There was no one to mock the crazy that was going on in the ring with.
Punk was pretty entertained by the back and forth and the fact that none of these guys had approached him, the actual Champion, and asked for a match. Of course Laurinaitis had to come out and ruin the fun. Punk had a feeling that this situation was going to go from funny to fucked up in the space of a few minutes. He was proved right when del Rio, Ziggler and Miz were offered a chance at his title at TLC if they could beat the Smackdown roster members that were in attendance that night which explained the presence of Randy and Daniel. That was confirmed when a road agent approached Randy and said he was needed at the arena entrance because he would be facing Miz.
John wasn't made the same offer as the others and then Laurinaitis said John would be participating in some sort of social experiment, which didn't sound good at all. Punk was pissed off further when he found out he would have to endure yet another useless contract signing.
He watched as Miz beat Randy by count out due to interference from Barrett. That was one person he could be taking on at TLC and del Rio made it two when he beat Daniel.
The hits just kept on coming when Zack was summoned to appear in Laurinaitis' office. It showed up on the screen with Zack, in his usual crazy way, saying he deserved a title match due to his online petition. Punk almost fell out of his chair when John appeared wearing the Zack Ryder wig and sunglasses they sold at the merch tables. John found out he would be facing Zack. If Zack won he would be given a US Title match but if John won he would be included in the Championship match at TLC. Punk didn't take off to find John knowing he had to let John and Zack work this out between themselves. Although Punk was considering hunting down Laurinaitis and kicking him in the head for putting his boyfriend and someone who he was quickly considering a friend in a match together when they were such close friends and the stakes were so high for both of them.
The only upside so far is when they showed Otunga informing Nash that he would be taking on Triple H at TLC in a Sledgehammer Ladder match. Since Punk was pretty sure Nash couldn't climb a ladder he was looking forward to Triple H bashing Nash's head in with a sledgehammer.
During the Divas match another one of those creepy promos cut into show, this one was called, "Look within." It also showed one of the creepiest little girls that Punk had seen since The Shining.
John's match against Zack was next. Punk could tell that John was taking it a little easy on Zack but eventually instinct took over and John pinned Zack after an AA. Cole was briefly shown talking out of his ass but it later cut to Laurinaitis' office with John still breathing heavily from his match. Punk watched aghast as John surrendered his place in the TLC Championship match so that Zack could have one more match to try to get the US Title Match against Ziggler that he rightly deserved.
Ryder was soon back in the ring waiting for his opponent which turned out to be Mark Henry in a match that would be no disqualifications and no count outs. John would probably be pissed that he gave up his chance at the title for Zack to get dismantled by Henry. It didn't turn out like that when John took advantage of the stipulations, AA-ing Henry and getting Zack his US Title match at TLC.
It was finally time for Ziggler's match against Sheamus which he lost due to Zack showing up at ringside and distracting him. Now his opponents at TLC were set but TLC was two weeks away and this was the WWE, anything could happen in two weeks. The contract signing was soon upon him, Punk joining Laurinaitis, del Rio, Rodriguez and Miz in the ring. After mocking Laurinaitis for a while as usual, Laurinaitis announced that the match would be a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match which didn't surprise Punk in the slightest. It was the perfect match for him and his opponents; after all, all three of them had won Money in the Bank matches. TLC wasn't going to be a cake walk.
The difference between the three men was obvious. Del Rio and Miz were in suits and he was in his wrestling gear. He started to tear down del Rio and Miz. Miz tried to cut in with a few jabs, and while Punk had to admit Miz was competent on the mic, he was really no competition for him. Miz tried to talk himself up as the man who took out Morrison and Truth.
"You took them out. You mean on a date? Considering the way you're dressed and that faux hawk of yours, I'm going to guess that you took them to see that new Twilight flick."
And that shut Miz the hell up quickly but Punk was quickly back on the defensive when that asshole Laurinaitis took the opportunity to "future endeavor" John on world-wide TV. He was dying to kick that smirk off his face. Del Rio jumped in and as usual bored the hell out of him and the fans.
"Please, if you say it's your destiny, I swear to jeebus I'm going to start drinking."
Finally all three of them signed the contract but then Laurinaitis requested the stupidest thing he had ever heard, and that was saying something, he wanted them all to take a picture together. He was a wrestler, he didn't do photo ops. Punk decided to bring this moronic contract signing to a close by starting a brawl that ended with him bulldog-ing del Rio through a table and then hitting Miz with the GTS, Miz landing on top of del Rio.
Punk started celebrating with his title with Laurinaitis watching on from the top of the ramp. When Punk was walking back up the ramp and the adrenaline was ebbing away Punk realized that his hand was throbbing. When he got backstage he quickly stripped the wrapping off his left hand and saw that it was starting to swell. This couldn't be happening to him. He tried to ignore the pain and went to the locker room and changed into his street clothes. John was waiting for him outside the locker room. He knew he needed to go home and ice it but he didn't want John to get worried and start mothering him.
When they got back to John's house he sat back and watched as John tore his house apart needlessly making more room than was necessary for Punk's meager belongings although the gigantic pile of John's WWE rainbow colored merch piled on the floor was pretty entertaining. It would have been much funnier if Punk's hand hadn't been throbbing like a son of a bitch. He took some aspirin while he was in the bathroom away from John's perceptive gaze that greatly reduced the pain in his hand. He was sure when he woke up his hand would be back to normal.
AN: Thank you for all the great reviews, they are my crack.