Chapter 9
"Hello? John?" Punk can't believe that John finally called him back.
John just laid back on the bed and closed his eyes, listening to the sweet voice on the other end of the line.
"John!" Punk was starting to think it was an accidental dial. "Fine, I'll just hang up."
"No! Wait! Punk, I'm here", John sat up speaking really fast to make sure Punk heard him and is still on the phone.
Punk smiled and sat down on the bed. He too is happy to hear the voice on the other end of the line. "How are you?" Punk thought that was a little cheesy considering they haven't really held a peaceful conversation with one another in who knows how long.
"I'm okay. I miss you." John was already regretting saying that. He should not be leading Punk on again. That's what got him in this mess in the first place.
"I miss you too." Punk was smiling. "Can I ask you a question? If I am ever going to officially forgive you, I need to know something." Punk lost his smile and started biting his lip, awaiting John's answer.
"Of course. Ask me anything." John leaned up against the head bored and crossed his ankles, leaning back trying to get comfortable.
"Um. Do you really like me? Or were you just using me for sex?" Punk started biting his lip again, nervous that the answer he gets from John is the one he does not want to hear.
"Of course not! I like you a lot. More than you could ever know." John whispered into the phone. He has a terrible feeling in his stomach that somehow Randy knows what he is saying to Punk. Your just being paranoid. This is completely innocent. As long as you don't do anything with him, you will be fine.
Punk was smiling wide. That was the exact answer that he was hoping to hear from John. He then started frowning when he decided what his next question is. He hung his head down and closed his eyes. "Then why were you kissing Orton, when you had plans to go out with me?" He was dreading the answer.
"I don't know. I was confused at who I liked more and whenever both of you are around, I sort of lose myself and can't think straight."
"Are you no longer confused about who you like more?"
"Um. I'm not sure." John hung his head as well.
"Well, as of right now, who do you like more? Me or Randy?" Punk was trying to get things straight and not have any surprises if he does try and get together with him.
"I don't know. I miss you a lot and can't stop thinking about you. But Randy, he is my boyfriend. So there are so many feelings from all the romance and everything that goes with it." John closed his eyes, feeling like Punk is going to hang up on him.
"Wait. What?" A single tear drop fell from the corner of Punk's left eye. "Randy is your boyfriend? Your dating him?"
John's eyes shot open. He didn't even think about the possibility that Punk may not know about him and Randy. John's eyes went so wide, and he stood up starting to pace the hotel room. "Punk, I am so sorry. I didn't want you to find out this way."
Punk couldn't even say anything. He was frozen in place staring at the wall across the room. The tear that fell from his eye started falling down his cheek and was making his way toward his chin.
"Punk? Are you there? Please answer me. I am so sorry!" John was starting to freak out. He waited another thirty seconds and there was still no answer. "Punk. Please." John's eyes started tearing up and his voice started cracking.
"John, I am sorry..." Punk wiped the tear from his face. "...but I have to go".
"No. Punk. Please don't go. Punk?...Punk?" But Punk already hung up and John fell to his knees. He set his phone down on the ground and just sat there with his knees curled up to his chest. "I think I love you", John whispered as he shut his eyes and placed his chin on his knees.
John never thought he could fall in love so easily but the way he feels when he is with Punk, talking to Punk, or even thinking about Punk feels like magic.
He knows he likes Randy, but there is something about Punk that just makes his heart skip a beat.
John stood up and wiped his eyes. He pulled himself together and got ready to go to the event. I have no idea how I'm going to get through this.
The Next Morning
John woke up to his phone ringing. He scrambled to his feet to find his phone. He found it on the dresser and saw who was calling. Randy. Fuck! I forgot to text him last night.
John answered the call and placed it to his ear. "Hey, Ran."
"Hey, Johnny. I thought you were going to text me last night when you got back. I was barely able to sleep without you in my arms." Randy sounded very disappointed.
"I'm sorry, babe. When I got home I was exhausted and fell asleep without even realizing." John sat down at the edge of his bed, his eyes fluttering closed, he is still clearly exhausted.
"Oh, well that's alright. Can I come over now?" John could tell there was a right answer to that question. Randy seemed more determined than ever to get as close to John as possible.
"Um. Yeah, sure. Come on over." John laid back and let out a yawn.
"Alright. I will see you in a minute."
"Okie dokie." John hung up the phone and what seemed like ten seconds later there was a knock on the door.
John got up and stumbled a little. He walked over the door and opened it rubbing his eyes. "How did you get here so fast?"
"I was already on my way when you picked up the phone." Randy just flashed that beautiful smile that John loved so much.
"Alright, then." John turned around and started walking back to his bed. He doesn't know what to think about that. Is he too clingy? No! Randy? Clingy? I'm just reading into it way too much.
"You know I have to say, you look absolutely gorgeous with your bed head." Randy was just staring at John. He sat down on the bed next to John and ran his hands through his hair.
"Thank you. So, what do you want to do?" John slid to the front of his bed and rested his back against the head board.
"Well. I have a few ideas." Randy slithered towards John and attacked his lips. He ran his tongue across his lips and John immediately granted access. Randy grabbed John through his pants and started stroking.
"Mm." A small moan escaped from John's mouth in between the making out. Randy settled on his knees and pulled John's sweats down just enough to expose his cock and grabbed it firmly and started stroking once again.
John was loving the feeling of bare skin rubbing his aching member. Randy pulled away from John's lips and moved further down his bed until his face was aligned with his cock. He wrapped his lips around it and started bobbing his head very slowly. John's eyes rolled to the back of his head and started moaning out. "Oh, yeah Randy. Suck that dick!" John grabbed the back of Randy's head since he was going to slow for him, and started thrusting up slowly. And in no time, John was fucking his face like there was no tomorrow. Randy was loving the sexy moans coming from John's mouth. He looked up at John's face and saw the hottest thing he thought he would ever see: John was sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, his eyes were squeezed shut and clear orgasmic pleasure was written all over his face.
John's cock was so deep inside his mouth. Randy was taking the entire thing into his mouth and John was loving every second of this amazing blow job he was getting. John was moaning out so loud, he was pretty sure that the people in the hotel next to him could definitely hear him. But he didn't care.
Instead of saying all the dirty things he came up with out loud, because he didn't want the neighbors to hear any more than they had to, he instead moaned them inside his head which just made him harder, if that was even possible. Fuck yeah! Suck my cock. That's right, take it down your throat. Fuck! Oh yeah Punk, that feels so good. In reality, John was thrusting into Randy's mouth, but in his head he was thrusting into Punk's mouth. Fuck! I'm gonna come, Phil. "Ah, I'm gonna come" This time, John said it out loud. John was fucking Randy's throat even harder and faster until he finally came down his throat. He screamed out so loud, he knew for a fact that everyone on that entire floor heard him.
Randy swallowed every bit of come that John released into his throat. He kept sucking on his cock until John was completely spent. He took John's cock out of his mouth and looked up at John. What he saw was pure beauty. John fell asleep with a smile on his face. Randy pulled John's pants back up and just laid down next to him, wrapping his arms around him and planting a kiss on the top of his head. "I love you so much John. I will never let you go." Randy then drifted to sleep, still holding John in his arms.
John's Dream
John was walking in the sand on the beach. He had blue swimming trunks, sunglasses, and flip flops on. No shirt. He found a good spot and laid a blanket down on the sand. He kicked his flip flops off and sat down on the blanket, leaning back watching the waves do it's job. It was so peaceful, he loved it. The sound of the waves and the motions of the waves made him feel very peaceful and fuzzy inside.
"Hey. What is a sexy stud like you sitting here all by yourself for?" John looked to the left and saw a man lay down a blanket right next to his. He kicked off his flip flops and sat down right next to John, making sure there shoulders were touching.
"Very funny. What are you doing here Phil?" John was just smiling, glad he was once again with Punk just hanging out.
"I'm here to see you gorgeous. Did you really think I could stay away from you?" Punk had a corny sarcastic smile on his face.
"I know you could stay away from me, but I was hoping you wouldn't want to", John replied with his own corny grin.
"Well, maybe I don't want to." At that, Punk stood up and ran to the ocean. He got into the water and started swimming.
John lowered his sunglasses to expose his eyes so he could see the beautiful sight in front of him. CM Punk in the ocean, water dripping down his chest casually looking over at John.
"John!...John!..." He heard Punk calling his name and he just smiled.
Reality
"John?...John?...Wake up babe."
John opened his eyes to see Randy running his hand through his hair trying to wake him up. When Randy saw his eyes open, he smiled down at him.
"Did you have a good nap? You were smiling so wide when I woke up, so you must have had a great dream." Randy continued running his fingers through John's short, but soft hair.
"Oh, yeah. I had a good nap." John sat up rubbing his eyes. Randy's hand fell from John's head when he sat up. John had a very guilty look on his face. He just had an amazing dream about Punk. Not Randy.
"What made it a good nap?" Randy was hoping John would compliment his amazing oral skills that made John pass out in the first place.
"Well you made it very easy to fall asleep." John blushed and stood up. "And, I don't know. I just had a good dream." Before Randy could ask what his dream was about, John walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Randy walked up to the bathroom and leaned up against the wall next to the bathroom door. "Do you have anything you have to do today?" Randy yelled through the door so John could hear him. There was no answer until he heard the toilet flush, faucet run, and the door open.
"Not that I know of." John came out and walked over to the dresser. He took his shirt off and started looking through one of his bags for another shirt to wear for the day.
Randy walked over to him and placed a hand on John's chest, he started rubbing John's chest feeling his amazing abs and stared into his eyes. "Do you want to go catch a movie?" Randy continued running his hands up and down John's chest.
John leaned over to Randy and pecked his lips. "I would love to. But maybe instead of watching the movie..." John pecked Randy's lips again. "...maybe we could find a seat in the back and make out" John then opened his mouth and shoved his tongue into Randy's mouth who opened it about to speak.
Randy deepened the kiss and grabbed the back of John's head. John then pulled away.
"Don't tease me, John" Randy started pouting.
"Fine. We won't make out in the movies, we will make out here?"
"I think that's a better idea. I don't want to get caught in a public place making out with a guy."
"True true. I didn't even think of that." John pushed Randy on the bed and climbed on top of him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Randy's.
Randy grabbed John's hips and started thrusting up, pressing his cock against John's ass. Randy desperately wanted to take both of their clothes off and fuck John right then and there. Randy was so hard that he thought that he just might do that. He rolled John over onto his back, still kissing him and started dry humping John's ass some more. John's legs were lifted in the air by Randy while he was dry humping him. Randy moved his lips to John's neck and started sucking on his pulse there. John threw his head back and moaned out. Randy moved down to John's nipples and started sucking, he was thankful that John never got to putting another shirt on. He gave special attention to each nipple and swirled his tongue around each.
Randy pulled his pants down to expose his cock, and started rubbing his bare cock against John's covered up ass. The feeling was amazing. Randy was moaning around John's nipples. Randy grabbed John's hips and lifted them just enough to pull John's sweats just enough for ass to be out in the open.
With Randy's pants around his ankles, and John's pants pulled down to his knees, Randy lifted John's legs up higher until they were resting on his shoulders. Randy could have easily taken John's sweats off, considering John was not wearing any shoes or socks, but Randy found it hotter this way. He placed his cock at John's entrance and thrust in...dry.
"Oh my fucking god!" John screamed out in pain from the sudden intrusion. And there was so sign of any kind of moisture to help the pain get over with sooner. Randy kept moving though, sliding his cock in and out of John.
"Oh, John. Your so fucking tight."
"I wonder why." John winced again as Randy thrusted all the way inside of him.
After a couple of minutes of pain, John finally adjusted to Randy's size and was loving every second of the pleasure he was currently obtaining from his boyfriend. "Oh, Pu...Randy!" John caught himself before Randy heard the beginning of Punk's name. Ever since he started thinking about Punk while having sex with Randy...again, he was again just trying to get it over with so he can go back to hating himself for it.
Randy did not see the change in emotion on John's face. He was just pounding away. He was fucking John in long deep strokes. "Fuck John. I'm gonna come."
"Me too!" John moaned out. He started stroking himself after he almost called Randy 'Punk' because he just wanted to get this over with.
"Ah, I'm about to...come" Randy pulled out and let John's legs fall onto the bed. He quickly moved up the bed and Randy took his cock into his own hand, pumping it hard. His cock was right in front of John's face. "Open your mouth, baby." Randy purred.
John opened his mouth, wanting to make Randy happy because of all the things that has been going through his mind. He felt so guilty. He stuck his tongue out so that it was laying right under the slit of Randy's cock, so that he could catch the come that comes out of it.
"Fuck. John. Here it comes. Open wide." Randy was screaming at this point. He shot his load right into John's mouth and all over his face. Half of Randy's load was covering John's face, and John swallowed the other half. Randy then shoved his cock into John's mouth until he came down from his orgasm.
Randy pulled out of John's mouth right as John came all over his chest. Cum glistened over John's pecked out muscled body.
Randy laid down next to John and just stared up at the ceiling. "Wow. That was amazing."
"Yeah. It was." John stood up and went to the bathroom.
"John? Are you okay?" Randy stood and followed him to the bathroom.
"Um. Yeah." John tried to convince Randy as well as himself that he was okay. "I just need to take a shower" John pointed to his face and chest and Randy nodded.
"Yes you do. Can I take one with you?" Randy moved a little closer to John and looked seductively into his eyes.
John backed away from Randy. He just nodded and turned around and turned the water on. He stepped in and quickly washed the come off of his face and chest. He then turned around and just let the warm water run down his back.
The next moment the water stopped hitting his back and he felt a warm body pressed up against his. Randy wrapped his arms around John's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Are you sure your okay? Your acting weird." Randy whispered.
"I'm not sure, actually." John removed Randy's arms and turned around looking into Randy's curious eyes. "I have something I need to tell you. And I don't think your going to like it..."
A/N: Well, John is still as confused as ever. Do you think that he will actually confess to Randy everything he has been feeling for Punk? And one more thing, I haven't been getting many reviews anymore and I am just curious if you are all still reading and enjoying the story because there is no point in continuing if you guys lost interest. So please let me know if I should just end it now. And thank you very much to those of you who have been reviewing. :)