"Honey, I'm home!"
John met Punk in the doorway and moved to wrap his arms around Punk's neck but Punk pushed him back, John's expression showing his confusion.
"Woman! Aren't you supposed to meet me at the door with a martini?"
"There are two very large problems with that statement."
"Fine, a Pepsi then."
"You're in an interesting mood."
"Smackdown is a fucked up place. The road agents seemed extremely disappointed when Jericho didn't decide to drop in via satellite again. I'm pretty sure they think they didn't get their money's worth. Sheamus and I beat Daniel and Miz, nothing to write home about."
"Anything interesting happen?"
"I'm pretty sure we're going to be living under the Clown Shoes regime after WrestleMania. Long accepted Khali, Ryder and Hornswoggle as members of team Teddy. As much as I think of Kofi and Truth's skills, I don't think they can carry the team, especially when Laurinaitis is stacking the deck with former World Champions, however suspect their reigns might have been. Hope springs eternal though. I've got a serious question for you."
"Less talking, more kissing," John sighed into Punk's ear, trailing kisses from the base of Punk's neck, sucking gently on spot behind Punk's ear that usually assured silence or uncontrollable moaning.
"Nice try Johnny but for once I need a serious moment of your time."
"Fine. I'll keep my lips to myself for the time being."
"So Kofi, Truth and I were in the hotel room watching 'Mega Shark vs Crocosaurus'…"
"Wherever you're going to say can't be taken seriously after that statement."
"Shut it, you're in trouble here."
"I can't imagine what I managed to do when we were 1,000 miles away from each other."
"So back to 'Mega Shark vs. Crocosaurus'…"
"Every time you say that my respect for you badassness erodes."
"If you knew the trouble you were in…"
"Are you going to be withholding sex?"
"I'm not the one that deserves to be punished."
"Fine, what exactly did I do?"
"So this commercial comes on for a show called 'Dream Machines."
"Oh…that."
"Yes, that and the fact that you seemed to unilaterally decide to reveal our relationship to the world. What exactly is John Cena doing sporting a CM Punk t-shirt on national television?"
"I thought you liked it when I wear your shirts," John said suggestively, pinning Punk up against the door.
"It's like sexy lingerie, for my eyes only," Punk said unsteadily, his arms wrapping around John's waist, sneaking under his shirt to touch bare skin. "I'm very angry with you."
"Really? Because it doesn't seem like you're very angry," John said, unbuttoning and lowering the zipper on Punk's jeans, slipping his hand inside Punk's boxers and stroking his erection firmly.
"That doesn't count. My cock is not connected to my brain."
"Don't be mad, I thought you'd get a kick out of it."
"Okay, I'll admit that it was kind of nice to see my likeness stretched across your chest for the entire world to see."
"Am I forgiven?"
"Maybe if you showed me exactly how sorry you are?"
"That I can do," John said with a smile, pulling Punk's shirt over his head and pulling down his jeans and boxers as he sunk to his knees. John sucked the head of Punk's cock into his mouth, dipping his tongue in the slit to get a taste of the precome that had gathered there. John gripped the base of Punk's cock in his fist, stroking what was not in his mouth. John bobbed his head at a slow pace, only delivering the slightest amount of suction.
"This is the most insincere apology…"
John laughed at Punk's impatience, feeling Punk's hips thrust forward at the vibration, forcing himself deeper down John's throat. John resumed his slow pace, waiting to see how far he could push Punk before he came completely undone and Punk took what he wanted. John didn't have to wait long before Punk slapped away the hand John had circled around the base of Punk's hardness. Punk sunk his nails into the back of his neck, guiding John further down his shaft until John had to swallow, Punk's cock slipping all the way down his throat. Punk's hips began to thrust forward, his cock sliding between John's lips slickly.
"I love how you look on your knees. Your lips are so red and wet, stretched wide around me. Your mouth is so hot, fuck, you take me so deep I can feel my cock hitting the back of your throat. You fucking love letting me fuck your mouth, letting me do whatever I want to you. You're so fucking good, I should keep you on your knees all the time you love it so much. Your jaw must be aching. Suck me off, let me come all over your pretty face."
John moaned loudly at the words coming out of Punk's mouth. It was so possessive and dirty and John thought he might be able to get off just from the words coming out of Punk's mouth. John reached between Punk's legs, massaging Punk's balls. The other caressing Punk's firm ass, slipping between his cheeks and entering Punk's entrance roughly, crooking his fingers and searching out the bundle of nerves that would make Punk come completely undone.
"Fuck, yes, right there, don't you dare fucking stop, fucking hell…"
John could feel Punk's body clenching around his fingers. John pulled his mouth away from Punk's cock, his seed coating John's chin and lips. John eyes lifted to lock eyes with Punk. Punk moaned lustily, dropping to his knees and toppling them to the floor. Punk's tongue began to lathe John's face, kissing him deeply after John's face was clean and shiny with saliva.
"I didn't think you…"
"What? Do whatever you told me to do? I would do anything you asked me to do. Anything."
"You want to get wet?" Punk said lustily, pulling off John's clothes so quickly he could hear the seams straining in Punk's haste to get him naked. "I'll let you bend me over the steps, fuck me raw, take whatever you want from me, I'm yours."
John stood up with Punk wrapped around him, carrying him outside to the pool in haste, knocking into furniture and door jambs. He submerged them in the water; Punk rose to his knees, his hands braced against the steps in front of him. John gazed at Punk's wet body, his pert ass high in their air, begging to be taken hard.
"Fuck me John, I want to feel it for days."
John slammed into Punk roughly, grabbing hold of Punk's shoulders and jerking him back to meet his thrusts.
"Harder John, fuck me, fuck me…"
John pounded into Punk with abandon, twining one hand in Punk's wet hair, jerking his head back sharply.
"Oh fuck yes."
"God, Phil, I love you like this, say you love it."
"I fucking love it, fuck…"
"You're so fucking tight, I want to feel your ass swallow my fucking cock. Put your hand around your cock, I want to see you get yourself off, I know you're gagging for it."
John could hear when Punk took himself in hand, the wet slapping sound of flesh on flesh. He could feel Punk's walls start to clench around him.
"Are you close sweetheart, I want you to come with me."
"Faster…faster, fuck…"
John began to brutally drill into Punk.
"I'm coming, fucking hell…"
John thrust one last time into Punk, coming deep within Punk's gripping channel, stilling Punk's hips. Punk sat up and settled in John's lap, John's cock still deep in his ass. He turned his head, John meeting his lips, kissing him fiercely, John wrapping his arms around Punk's chest, keeping their bodies anchored together.
"God Phil, I fucking love you."
"I love you too. You are the best housewife in the world. Let's go upstairs, I'm not done with you yet, not by a long shot."
"Wake up," John said, running his fingers softly down Punk's naked back, smiling at the marks dotting Punk's skin.
"Why."
"We have an appointment this morning."
"Appointment for what?"
"I promised you a visit to my lawyer's office didn't I?"
"You're really going to trust me with your well-being."
"Of course. Get dressed let's go."
Punk and John got dressed and made their way to John's lawyer's office. They were immediately shown into the inner office. The lawyer placed a sheath of papers with at least twenty red plastic tabs sticking out the side.
"I don't know anything about the law but when I signed my medical power of attorney for the WWE there wasn't half as many tabs as this."
Punk watched as the lawyer locked eyes with John who nodded firmly.
"This isn't a medical power of attorney. It's part of the paperwork as well but it also includes adding you as a joint owner of the house, cars, investments, sole beneficiary of the life insurance policy and all remaining assets."
Punk looked over at John with a look of absolute shock on his face.
"You're basically signing your life over to me," Punk said with glassy eyes and a tremble in his voice.
"You're not going to take a hit out on me now are you?"
"Please, be serious."
"I love you and I trust you, just sign the documents."
"All I have is a co-op apartment and a checking account but you're welcome to half of it."
"If you get me your information I can draw up the documents for you."
Punk nodded and John reached over the desk, grabbing a pen and put it in Punk's hand.
"Start signing."
Punk began flipping through the pages, signing his infrequently used legal name, his hand shaking the entire time. John had to reach across Punk and hand the packet over to the lawyer when he was done.
"I'll notarize these, file them with the court and then it will be fully executed."
"Thank you for your time. I'll make sure Phil sends you his information," John stood, pulling Punk along with him out the office and back to the car in the parking lot. Punk sat silent in the passenger seat on the way back to the house.
"You're uncharacteristically quiet. Did I do the wrong thing?"
"It was just a shock."
"Why is trusting you with everything I have a shock?"
"It just makes everything very real."
"I thought things between us were very real long before this."
"That's not exactly what I meant, I can't explain..."
"It's just money and material possessions. Just try not to wreck my cars."
"Have you ever seen me drive?"
"Actually, no."
"People getting in the ring with me have a better chance of leaving unscathed than people in the passenger seat when I'm behind the wheel."
"That's it, we're turning around. You do not get to touch my cars."
"John?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want…"
"Do I want to what?"
"Nothing…Nevermind."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Punk said softly, running his thumb over the knuckle of the ring finger on his left hand.
AN: Some of you wanted pool sex, some of you wanted Puerto Rico sex, pretty much everyone wanted kink. Where does that leave us? With too much smut for one chapter is where. I have to admit that even I needed a shower after writing this. My muses were feeling especially vocal. Hope this fulfills expectations. One more chapter until we reach this installment's last stop, WrestleMania!