Chapter 8

Tuesday Morning

"Mm, that feels so good. Keep going." John was trailing nice long wet kisses down Punk's body. He paid special attention to all of his tattoos. Punk was enjoying every bit of it. He loved having John's lips on him...Punk flipped John over and started returning the favor, kissing all over his muscled out body...John swallowed his cock and Punk couldn't take it for long and came inside John's mouth...

Punk shot up, dripping in sweat. Did I really just have a wet dream about John? He got out of bed and stood up. He went to adjust himself and saw a huge wet spot by his groin through his sweats. I guess I did.

He walked into the bathroom, stripped bear and turned the shower water on cold. He got in and sat in the corner of the shower. He was trying to cool off and wake up. "What the fuck?" Punk was yelling at himself for that dream. He's furious with John. At least he should be. He lead me on. Confused me and played with my head. Used me! Fuck him...Oh I want to fuck him. Punk slapped himself after thinking that.

After his shower, he pulled on some gym shorts and sat on the edge of the bed. He needed to talk to John. He doesn't want to be mad at him anymore, but he can't help it. He used him. But I just want to hold him. Kiss him. Touch him. Be with him? Punk picked up his phone and decided to text him.

Punk: Good morning! I'm sorry about last night. Plz txt back.

After about fifteen minutes, and no text back, Punk got up and decided to head to the gym. He worked out for about an hour before heading back. The workout really helped him sort his thoughts. He listened to music and just thought about everything.

Punk noticed he left his phone in the hotel and speed-walked back to his room. He was hoping that John replied to his text, but was trying not to get his hopes up.

Walking into his hotel room, Punk ran to his phone and opened it checking to see if he had any messages. None. He just sighed and sat on his bed. He dialed John's number and got even more frustrated when he didn't answer and went straight to voice mail. You know what? Fuck this. He wants Orton, he can have him. He used me so I'm not even going to try.

John woke up to a banging on the door. He sat up, trying to make out the voice, and that is when he noticed that he once again woke up with a migraine.

When he recognized Randy's voice he jumped out of bed and opened the door, rubbing his eyes having just woken up.

"Why is your phone off?" Randy sounded panicked and John had no idea why. What has gotten into him?

"Um, I'm not sure. I didn't turn it off" John started looking for his phone when he saw it in pieces on the ground. Oh yeah! "Aha, that's why. It's broken" John picked up a piece and showed Randy, a smirk written on his face.

"Don't laugh. You have no idea how worried I was." But Randy couldn't stop from smiling from John's corniness.

John busted out a loud laugh, which was obviously a fake laugh. He was smiling so wide, toying with Randy.

"Oh your just asking for it, John Boy." Randy was biting the inside of his cheek trying to hold back a smile.

"Maybe I am asking for it. Ever think of that?" John glared at Randy in probably the cutest way Randy has ever seen. John's head was cocked to the left and his bottom lip was behind his top teeth, smiling. And there was a glint in those bright ocean like eyes.

At that moment Randy tackled John onto the bed. They were just play wrestling until they had to stop to catch their breath. John was on top of Randy and they just stared into each others eyes. John leaned down and attached his lips to Randy's. There wasn't even any tongue involved. But you could feel the emotion, romance, and especially passion in that room. Funny how one closed mouth kiss could do all of that.

John pulled away and just stared into Randy's eyes smiling.

"I love you, John". John's eyes went wide and was frozen in place. No! What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? John started to get off and then he saw the panic in Randy's eyes. And in an attempt to not make things awkward, and so that he doesn't have to say anything, John leaned down and resumed their kiss. This time open mouthed.

Randy fell deep into the kiss and forgot all about John not answering him.

Thank God!

After what seemed like a reasonable amount of time to get Randy's mind off him not answering, John pulled away and got off of Randy.

"So, what do you want to do today?" John asks smiling.

"I don't care. As long as whatever I am doing, you are there too". Randy was now laying on his side, holding his head up with his hand, staring up at John.

John blushed from the compliment and smiled. "Well first I think I should get a new phone" John started laughing again, considering the broken phone is what got them where they are now in the first place.

"Great idea. Let's go." Randy got up and grabbed John's arm, dragging him up as well. Randy collected all the pieces of the phone while John got ready. "Why did you throw your phone at the wall again?"

John didn't really know how to answer that question. He just looked up at Randy. "I just got a little frustrated, that's all", John smiled that beautiful charming smile, trying to end this conversation.

"And may I ask why you were frustrated?"

"Um, no?" John said chuckling. "Look it was no big deal, I just had a bad night and took it out on my phone."

"Anything I can do to help?" Randy walked up to John and grabbed his hand.

Blushing, John walked out of the room with Randy, still holding his hand. "Yeah, actually there is. You can help me pick out a new one." John slipped his hand out of Randy's and patted him on the back.

"Wow, so glad I can help" Randy said sarcastically, still smiling at his boyfriend.

CM Punk was pacing his hotel room with his phone in his hand. Why isn't he replying? He called me last night, I should be the one ignoring HIM. Not the other way around. Punk tried dialing again and the phone went straight to voice mail again.

But this time, Punk decided to leave a message. "Hey John, it's Phil. I know we didn't really hang up on good terms last night, but can you please call me. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I should be pissed at you, but I just can't get you out of my god damned head. Please. Call me as soon as you get this, I need to talk to you. Good bye, John."

At first, Punk thought he was to straight forward, but then realized he didn't care.

Why am I doing this? I saw him kissing Randy. He must want him more. I should be furious, but I'm not. Why am I not furious?

Punk came to the conclusion that he must have much stronger feelings for John than he thought he did. John used him and was a two-timer. Punk can easily find someone else. But there was no one like John Cena...

John and Randy walked into the phone store and John quickly picked out a phone. He did not want to be there for long, so he quickly bought the phone and transferred his information to it.

He walked out of the store and started walking down the sidewalk. The phone store was not far from the hotel, so Randy and John just walked there wanting to spend more time together.

John started checking his messages. "Wow. Nine text messages and eleven voice mails."

Randy squinted his eyebrows. "All in one night? Who are they from?" Randy asks, clearly more curious than the average person would be.

"I'm not sure yet, hold on." John checked the first ten voice mails and then got back to Randy. "First ten voice mails were from Vince, all the same one: 'You better be at the live even tonight'. He's persistent." John started laughing, mocking Vince, that is until he got to the last message.

When he heard Punk's voice, John froze on the sidewalk. Randy continued walking for another ten steps before realizing John was no longer with him.

"John?" Randy ran back to John and just looked at him, worried. "Are you okay? What was the last message?"

John's face had two conflicting emotions clearly written all over it: Confusion and Pain. He can't believe that Punk called him, and actually admitted all those things over the phone. When the message ended, John closed the phone and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't even hear Randy talking to him.

Randy didn't know what else to do, so he grabbed John's shoulders and shook him until he opened his eyes. "John, what's wrong?" Randy was so worried he started panicking.

"Um, nothing. Sorry", John wiped his eyes and started walking towards the hotel, leaving Randy behind.

"No, no, no you don't", Randy caught up to John and grabbed his arm, stopping him. "You have been hiding way to much from me." Randy looked John square in the eyes. "Look John, I love you with all my heart and I just want to be there for you. Please tell me what is going on."

John was once again caught off guard when Randy told him he loved him and was again wondering what to say. "Ran, I appreciate it but it is a personal thing and it's something I need to get through alone. Thank you so much though." John forced Randy to start walking with him.

It was an awkward silence until they got back to John's hotel room. "Do you want me to go, so you can get ready for the event tonight?" Randy asked, trying to keep things normal with them. He knows it is way to early in the relationship to expect John to trust Randy enough to tell him every one of his problems. But they have been best friends for years. Although, Randy just leaves it alone, being grateful that he is even with John in the first place.

"Yeah, that would be great. Can I see you in the morning?" John asks, hope in his voice.

"Of course, my love. If you want I can come over tonight when you get back?" Randy was hoping it would be a yes.

"Definitely. That sounds great. I will text you tonight when I get back." John kissed Randy and walked him to the door.

"K. See you later then, babe." Randy gave John one last kiss and walked down the hallway.

John closed the door behind Randy and walked to his bed. He sat down on it, and pulled out his phone. He went to his voice mail messages again, and listened to Punk's message one more time. Then another time. Then another time. And another time after that.

About thirty minutes later, after hearing the same message over and over again, John hesitantly hits the dial button on his phone and it started ringing. He slowly placed it back to his ear.

CM Punk heard his phone ringing and got off his bed to go get it. He saw it was John, and he quickly answered and placed it to his ear. "Hello? John?"

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