John led Punk by the hand to his rental. Punk reached out to open the car door but it was still locked.
"Can you…" Punk, said turning to face John but was cut off when John pressed him against the car door, twining his fingers in Punk's hair, angling his head to kiss him as deeply as possible. Punk very willingly let John continue to devour his mouth. Punk's leg was sliding up John's side to wrap around his waist and bring their bodies into as much contact as possible when he registered exactly where they were and pulled back from John with a whimper.
"John, we're in the parking lot, anyone could see us."
"I don't care if we're in Times Square," John said heatedly, resuming their kiss, sliding his hands down Punk's sides and under his t-shirt. Punk turned his head to the side to break the kiss, but that only left his neck exposed to John's fevered kisses. Punk decided that he didn't care where they were, this felt way too good to stop. Punk wrapped his leg around John's waist and brought their bodies flush against one and other, slotting their hips together. John wasted no time and began to roll his hips against Punk's while sucking that spot behind Punk's ear that drove him crazy and was reserved for only John. Punk's hazy mind considered the logistics of having sex on the hood of the car when he heard Kofi's voice.
"Guys, seriously, this is a parking lot. Can't you wait until you get to the hotel and if that's impossible can't you at least get in the car?"
"He has a point," Punk said, placing his hands on John's chest and pushing him away, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. John pulled out his keys and unlocked the car, reaching behind Punk and opening the passenger side door.
"Tell me you did not just open a door for me."
"I can't be chivalrous?"
Punk narrowed his eyes at John who just smiled brightly and leaned over to place a brief kiss on Punk's lips, pushing him into the car and closing the door behind him. John started the car and began driving to their hotel. Punk was watching John out of the corner of his eye. The hotel was just too far away. Punk leaned over the center console licking the shell of John's ear, biting the lobe gently while sliding his hand up John's inner thigh, massaging the hardness he found there.
"I'm going to wreck this car."
Punk began to return to his seat but John pulled him back by his shirt.
"I didn't say to stop, it was just an observation, I'm probably going to wreck this car."
Punk laughed quietly and leaned back over the console, kissing John's neck while popping open the button on John's jeans, lowering the zipper and sliding his hand under John's boxer briefs to wrap his hand around John's already leaking cock. Punk began to stroke John slowly. John reached down and closed his hand around Punk's.
"Too much?"
"Not enough. Harder, faster, anything..."
Punk gripped John harder, stroking him at a faster pace.
"Oh fuck yes," John moaned out, John's come covering Punk's hand. Thankfully they stopped at a red light, John's head lolling back against the head rest and turning to look at Punk. Punk was slowly licking John's come off his hand and John's cock ached just watching him. John pulled Punk toward him and kissed him deeply, chasing the taste of himself in Punk's mouth along with the sweet taste that was uniquely Punk. The kiss quickly ended when the car behind them started honking their horn because the light had turned green.
Somehow that made it to the hotel without incident and hurried through the lobby to the elevators. Punk was on John before the door even closed.
"Wait! Hold the door."
The elevator door reopened with Show standing on the other side of it, his mouth hanging open as he saw Punk pressing John against the wall of the elevator, kissing John wildly.
"Take the next one," and Punk hit the door close button and resumed kissing John breathless. They finally reached their floor, both men hurrying to get the door unlocked and into the privacy of their room.
John backed Punk up against the closed door, holding Punk's head between his hands, keeping Punk's head stationary so he could explore Punk's mouth at will, leaving no part of Punk's mouth untouched. John seemed content to kiss Punk breathless so Punk had to take action, dipping his hands under John's shirt and pulling it up, John only breaking the kiss let Punk remove his shirt, immediately returning the favor and stripping Punk of his shirt. Both men looked at each other heatedly and both immediately went for the others fly. Shorts and shoes were kicked off, clothes flying all over the room. Punk jumped up, wrapping his legs around John's waist, grinding his hips. John made his way to the bed, dropping Punk onto the mattress, pinning Punk down with his body.
"John, please, fuck me…"
"Yes Phil, yes, whatever you want."
That simple and familiar statement enflamed Punk, rolling John over and sitting astride him. Punk didn't waste any time, sliding down John's cock until John was deep inside him. Punk immediately started moving, John watching Punk's face as the pleasure overtook him. Many of John's fantasies were of Punk and him in this exact position. Now that he had the reality back again after being denied for so long, John couldn't hold back the moans, repeatedly Punk's name over and over like a mantra. When Punk had him like this there wasn't anything John wouldn't give him, as long as Punk kept fucking him until his mind was hazy with pleasure. Punk began to move faster and John was sure that his eyes were rolling back in his head, it was so good but he needed to be closer. John sat up pressing their bodies together, grabbing hold of Punk's ass and setting a faster rhythm, his own hips thrusting up to meet Punk on the down stroke, Punk's cock pressed between their stomachs. John could feel his stomach clenching, knowing his release was imminent. He thrust into Punk roughly, coming deep inside him. He could still feel Punk hard against his stomach. He leaned over; Punk's back hitting the mattress. John slid down Punk's body, sliding his mouth over Punk's cock. It wasn't long before Punk reached his orgasm, coming down John's throat while screaming his name. John collapsed on top of Punk, both men breathing harshly.
Punk wrapped his legs and arms around John, trying to bring him as close as possible. John nestled his head in Punk's neck, placing lazy kisses to the skin that was closest.
"Not to sound like a nympho but I really missed that, I missed you inside me," Punk whispered quietly.
"Me too, but I missed something else more."
"I can't imagine what could top that."
John raised himself up on his elbows so that he could look into Punk's eyes, "I love you."
"You're right, that is better. I love you too," Punk said, meeting John's lips is a soft kiss.
February 20, 2012
Monday Night Raw
John and Punk entered the arena in Minneapolis looking out for one person, Eve. Although Punk heartily approved of the humiliation Eve had served up to Ryder he was still a little ticked off and suspicious about why he had been left in the dark. John was confused but more forgiving, getting Punk to agree to let him search out Eve on his own. Punk had received notice that he would not be competing tonight. He really wasn't all that surprised due to the fact that Sheamus had made his WrestleMania intentions clear at the Elimination Chamber so he now had an opening on his dance card. Kofi had clued him in that there was to be a 10 man Battle Royal made up of all the competitors of both Chamber matches to decide who his opponent would be at WrestleMania. Kofi had also shared with him that he had heard Jericho was in attendance, cleared to wrestle, and extremely pissed off. Punk knew that with Jericho in his current state of mind he would be even more vicious than he usually was which did not bode well for everyone else in the match.
Punk took a seat next to Kofi in the monitor bay and the cameras found Eve with the Bella twins. While some of his co-workers listened in shock as Eve laid out her successful plan to seduce and use Ryder to further her own career, Punk watched passively as he knew Eve to be a calculating bitch already, which wasn't exactly a negative personality trait in his mind. Punk immediately amended his opinion on Eve when she bragged that John was next on her list. Was Eve so delusional to think that one kiss from her would turn John straight or bi or any other sexual orientation that would result in having John in her clutches? He could see Kofi watching him from the corner of his eye, probably waiting for him to go on some homicidal tangent against Eve's appropriation of his boyfriend to further her career. Even the Bellas looked appalled which was saying a lot.
There was a simultaneous shocked intake of breath from his co-workers when the camera panned to the side to show John, who had obviously heard Eve's entire conversation. John just smiled and walked away, leaving Eve a stuttering mess. Now everyone in the monitor bay was watching him warily, as if he was going to go postal at any second. Why even bother? Eve had overplayed her hand and now the entire WWE Universe knew she was a conniving bitch. She was like a James Bond villain, giving away her plot when anyone with a brain knew that the WWE cameras could find any one of them at any time. Punk just started laughing which apparently gave the entire monitor bay permission to laugh at her expense as well. Punk kept his eyes on the hallway, waiting for John to return.
The opening signature aired with John's music playing directly after. For once the entire crowd seemed glad to see John. They all definitely wanted to hear John's response to Eve's scheming and Punk wanted to hear it as well. John seemed a little too happy for someone who just found out they were the subject of a nefarious plot. John asked for a mic and Punk had no idea whatsoever about what was getting ready to come out of his mouth. Before he could speak a visibly upset Eve made her way to the ring, begging John to listen to her. Punk would probably be upset too if all his cunning plans had been blown by his own stupidity.
John cut off her pleading and began to tell his version of events which included announcing to the crowd that she had been sipping the skank juice. Punk really had no idea where John came up with these things, but he had to admit it was pretty funny.
"I know John isn't going to be embracing the hate after that AA off the ambulance, but when did he decide to embrace the sarcasm?"
"I think it's wonderful, I couldn't be prouder," Punk responded to Kofi, turning his attention back to John just in time to hear John call her a hoeski and the chant spread through the audience like wildfire, even some of the roster was getting in on the action. Eve continued to fall apart under John's mockery. When John brought the Rock into the conversation Punk knew where John's borderline jackass behavior was coming from. This was how John planned to treat the Rock in the buildup to WrestleMania, as a joke. Punk watched as John completely abandoned the show's rating and called both Eve and the Rock scandalous bitches. Punk had to admit that this side of John was turning him on quite a bit, especially when John smiled into the camera, dimples in full force and said, "I'm back."
John seemed to soften a little when Eve collapsed to the mat but then she hurled herself at John who had to call security to pry her off. John made his way to the ropes and delivered one last insult, "For your information I'm disease free and I'd like to keep it that way." When the nicest guy in the WWE accused you of having VD then you had really had a problem.
"I'll be back," Punk said to Kofi while rising from his seat and making his way through the hallways to the arena entrance. He could see John coming down the hall towards him. Punk grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him down the hallway after him until they reached an area with less traffic. Punk tried all the doors they came to until he found one that was unlocked, an abandoned storage closet, how predictable and perfect. John followed Punk into the room.
"So did you like…" but John was cut off when Punk pushed him against the door and began kissing him feverishly, one hand holding his head in place while the other was popping the button on his shorts and sliding underneath the waistband of his boxers, taking his cock in hand. Punk began jerking him off quickly. John was about to ask Punk to slow down because they had all the time in the world but Punk dropped to his knees, pulling down John's shorts and boxers. Punk immediately sucked John all the way down until his cock was surrounded by the constricting wet heat of Punk's throat. John's head banged against the wood of the door at the delicious sensation of being deep throated by Punk and the primal, possessive feeling at seeing Punk on his knees before him. Punk seemed to be attempting to set a land speed record for the quickest blow job in history due to his very talented mouth. John looked down at Punk, mesmerized by watching as his cock slid in and out of Punk's mouth, his lips red and wet and stretched around him. John grabbed a handful of Punk's hair and pulled roughly, his cock sliding out of Punk's mouth. Punk looked up at John in complete confusion.
"What…"
"We have nothing but time and you look so pretty on your knees," John said heatedly, rubbing his thumb across Punk's swollen lips. Punk caught his thumb between his teeth and bit down lightly. Punk pulled back and John moaned with anticipation when he saw Punk suck two fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva. John had asked for slow but what he was going to get was slow torture. Punk locked eyes with John as his hand slid between his legs, fingers circling his opening before sliding into him. John never broke eye contact with Punk no matter how amazing that felt.
Punk smiled seductively up at him, "Now that was pretty," and then Punk slid his mouth around John, sucking only the head into his mouth while gently finger fucking him.
"Holy fuck, don't stop, don't ever stop," John moaned out his pleasure.
Punk's mouth slid farther down his erection, applying gentle suction and running his tongue up and down the vein on the underside of his cock. John moaned loudly when Punk found the bundle of nerves and began massaging it continuously. John had asked Punk to slow things down but John now knew that it was him that wasn't going to last. John looked down to see Punk's other hand down his shorts getting himself off. Punk was trying to kill him. John guided Punk's head until his entire cock was deep inside Punk's throat. Punk laughed at John's eagerness, the vibrations triggering his release.
"Phil, fucking hell…"
"I thought you wanted slow," Punk said, smiling up at John smugly.
"Maybe if you were a little less talented or not so sexy that you make my cock ache every time I look at you."
Punk didn't respond but lowered his head to John's hip, caressing the ink that bore his name with his lips, and then biting down harshly.
"Just a little souvenir of the night when you out mocked me."
"Are you telling me I just got the blowjob of a lifetime because you were turned on by me verbally tearing someone down?"
"I have the strangest kinks, I can't help it."
"Well, I love all your kinks; they always seem to work out in my favor."
"As they should considering some of them didn't appear into you came waltzing into my hotel room and kissing me senseless."
"That was definitely the best idea I've ever had in my life."
Punk stood up and they both tried to straighten themselves out before heading back to the monitor bay.
"I need to go get cleaned up, I'll be right back," as Punk continued on to the locker room, John taking a seat in the back. Punk returned after a few minutes and took a seat next to John, sliding his chair as close to John's as it would go, keeping skin to skin contact along their arms. They watched the show in satiated silence until Jericho appeared on the monitor bashing Punk for cheap shotting him in the Chamber and promising to win the match tonight.
"You don't look very worried."
"I'm not. It's the end of the world as we know it? I believe that was the same promise he gave before the Royal Rumble and the Elimination Chamber. He's not exactly living up to his own hype, though I kind of hope that he does win even though I doubt its going to bring his whining to an end."
When the Undertaker came out a hush fell over the roster. If there was anybody that was respected by everyone, no matter their affiliations, it was the Undertaker. He reissued his challenge to Triple H who made his way to the ring, continuing to deny the Undertaker the rematch he wanted. The Undertaker went so far as to call Triple H a coward which was a surefire way of pissing off the Game. Even with the audience chanting, "you're a coward," Triple H still backed down and left the Undertaker in the ring. The Undertaker had one more parting shot, accusing Triple H of not wanting the match because Shawn had always been better than him but had not been able to defeat him. That appeared to be the last straw for Triple H who stripped off his coat and tie, returned to the ring and stared the Undertaker down. The match was on, in Hell in a Cell no less. As the Undertaker left the ring Punk's mouth dropped open at the music that was playing through the arena.
"What the hell! They get Metallica? Metallica doesn't license their music to anyone. Well I guess the guys can forget about getting better paying contracts, god knows how much licensing that song costs."
A road agent approached them, letting John know that he was needed to go out and do the promo about the Rock that he was supposed to start the show with but had chosen to humiliate Eve instead. Punk watched as John took shot after shot at the Rock, all with a smile on his face. Punk was starting to get worried about what the Rock was going to say when he showed up next week. It was not going to be pretty.
Punk looked up when a road agent stood in front of him holding out a suit coat. That could only mean one thing…commentary. Punk happily took the coat from the road agent who hadn't even said a word and made his way to the arena entrance to be faced with the participants of the next match, among them his future WrestleMania opponent. While watching the match Punk restrained himself from saying that the match was quickly degenerating into a clusterfuck. He counted at least two possible major injuries. He really wasn't very surprised when Jericho pulled out a win and became the #1 contender. Punk climbed onto the announce table, staring Jericho down. He saw Jericho's eyes flick to the WrestleMania sign hanging from the rafters of the arena. The stare down continued as Punk entered the ring and held out his hand to Jericho. The guy might have a mouth bigger than his own but Jericho's career to this point deserved his respect. Jericho just mouthed off about being the best and left the ring.
John met him in the hallway with their things.
"So, Jericho?"
"Don't look like I'm about to throw a fit. The person I wanted to win the match won."
"You actually want to take on Jericho?"
"To be the best you've got to beat the best, and only one person can be the best in the world."
AN: I know, I'm guilty of yet another extended absence. I got the feeling that the last chapter didn't exactly live up to expectations so I hope you like this one more.