A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I really appreciate. Keep reviewing so that I know you are enjoying it still please. :) Here is Chapter 11.
Chapter 11
Punk dragged John into his room and sat him down on the bed. "What is wrong with you? Why were you drinking?" He sat down on a chair that was about five feet from the bed where John was sitting, dazing at Punk.
"I love you, Phil." John said once more.
Punk really wished John was telling the truth. And maybe he was but he will never believe that or get his hopes up until John says it, sober. "No, you don't. Your just drunk."
John's expression quickly changed and he got off the bed. He ran and sat in Punk's lap, legs draped over the side, and leaned in until their foreheads were touching and he was staring deeply into Punk's eyes. "Yes I do. I love you with all my heart."
Punk's heart broke. He so badly wanted this to be true, but he knew John wouldn't remember a single think in the morning and may not even feel the same way. Punk didn't even say anything. He just continued staring into John's beautiful blue eyes.
John started tilting his head and leaning in towards Punk's lips. "Do you believe me?" Their lips were grazing each others now, barely touching but still touching.
Punk closed the little to no space in between their lips and kissed him in a kiss out of desperation. He wanted John so bad, but knew he couldn't have him.
John ran his tongue across Punk's bottom lip, begging for entrance. He felt Punk's mouth open a little and he tried plunging his tongue inside but Punk pulled completely away, breaking the kiss. "What's wrong?" John was forced to get off of him when Punk tried getting up. John sat down in the chair alone, watching Punk pace the bedroom.
"We shouldn't be doing this. You have a boyfriend." Punk saw the look in John's eyes and had to contain himself from running over there and reuniting their lips.
"So? Your point is?" John was so far gone being drunk, he didn't have a care in the world about anything at this point.
"My point? John, you have a boyfriend. Your cheating on him right now." Punk squinted his eyebrows, confused as to why John would do something like this to Randy.
"Well he cheated on me. So I can cheat on him." John started smiling wide, resembling a child.
"So that's why your here?" Punk sat down on the bed. "Your just trying to get even with Randy?" There was no hiding the hurt in his eyes. I knew he couldn't have been serious when he said he loved me.
"No! That's not it at all." John tried standing but stumbled and fell right back into the chair. After a few more attempts, he gave up and tried to remember what he was saying. "Um...oh yeah. I'm not here for a one night stand, Phil. I really do love you."
Punk did see the sincerity in John's eyes. But he was drunk off his ass. He didn't know what to believe. "I'm calling Randy." Punk stood up looking for his phone.
"What? Why would you do that?" John tried getting up again and this time fell the other way, landing on the floor.
Punk ran to John to make sure he was okay and sat him up. "You okay?"
John nodded and pulled Punk onto the ground with him. Punk was laying on top of John trying to get up but John was way to strong.
"Let go of me, John." But John had different plans and grabbed the back of Punk's head and forced his face down to John's. John connected their lips and all the resistance from Punk completely left.
Punk deepened the kiss, opening his mouth to allow John's tongue in. They were making out for what seemed like forever. Punk pulled away getting some much needed air and got off of John. "Ugh. You taste like alcohol." But there was no complaint written on his face. Punk was blushing and was wearing a huge smile.
John tried standing up and Punk grabbed his hand helping him. He walked him over to the bed and sat him down. "You need to go back to Randy." Punk sounded so sad, but dead serious."
"I can't, Punk. I need you."
"If you needed me, then you would be with me." Punk never wanted to accept that, but he felt as if it was time to come to terms with it. If he kept this up, he knew the only time he would ever be with John is nights like this: drunken affairs.
John held his head down and pouted. Punk eyes again turned to lust. He is so fucking hot when he pouts. Punk licked his lips then quickly shook his head, to get his mind off of doing dirty things with John.
"I'll go call Randy." Punk again stood up looking for his phone.
"Okay." That one word shot a bullet straight into his heart. Punk was hoping that John would end up saying he would like to stay. Stay with Punk tonight. Stay with Punk forever.
Punk found his phone and reluctantly called Randy.
"Punk?" Randy answered, wondering why he would get a call from one of the men he hates the most.
"Hey, Randy. I need you to come to my room, John is here. And he is wasted." Punk was trying not to sound sad or upset, but his voice was cracking a little.
"What!?" Randy was not happy. "Alright I'm coming to get him. What room are you in?"
Punk gave Randy his room number and hung up the phone. When he gave his attention back to John, he noticed John was passed out in his bed. Well that's not going to look good when Randy gets here. Oh, well. I don't fucking care anymore.
Punk walked over to John and sat down next to him. He picked up his hand and held it between both of his own hands. He leaned down and kissed John one more time on the lips. When he pulled away, a tear drop threatened to come out of his eyes. "I wish you really did love me."
Punk let go of John's hands when he heard a very loud and angry knock on his door. He got up and went to open it. The second the door opened, Randy stormed into the hotel room.
"Where is he? Where is John?" Randy was screaming, turning around and getting in Punk's face.
"Calm down, drama queen. He's in the bedroom." Punk held his hands up in defense.
At that moment, Randy turned around and stormed into the bedroom. He saw John asleep on the bed and ran to him, caressing his face. "Why is he on the bed?" Randy was clearly accusing Punk of taking advantage of a drunken John.
"Nothing happened, ass whole. He sat there himself and passed out on his own." Punk walked out of the room and went into the living room to sit down and wait for them to leave. There was no way he could stand looking at them together any longer.
About five minutes later, Randy was walking out of the bedroom, holding John around the waist with one of John's arms over his shoulder. John's eyes were barely opened, they kept fluttering closed. "Um, thanks Punk" Randy said awkwardly.
"Yep." Punk didn't even want to look at them. He already has to deal with John choosing Randy, he didn't need to see them flaunt it around. He stood just as Randy opened the door. He walked over to them and closed it as they walked out. He turned around and pressed his back into the door. He slid down until he was sitting up against the door with his knees to his chest. "I love you too." He whispered.
The Next Day:
Punk awoke to his phone ringing. He crawled out of bed and picked it up when he noticed that John was the one calling. "Hey, John. Feeling better?"
"Yeah. Slight headache, but nothing too bad."
"That's good." Punk didn't know what to say after that. There was an awkward silence before Punk decided to break it. "Why did you call, John?"
"I just needed to ask you something. Randy told me I went to your room last night. We didn't...um...you know...did we?" John was hinting around trying to get Punk to answer his question without having to ask it.
"What? Have sex? No we didn't. We pretty much just talked, kind of." Punk couldn't help but to smile and blush. He loved last night. The kissing. John telling him he loves him. Everything.
"Oh okay. Well that's good." Again there was an awkward silence which Punk had to again break.
"Is that all?" Punk was getting agitated, having just woke up. He sat back down on the bed and laid back down with the phone pressed up against his ear.
"Um. No, actually." Punk heard John sigh. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date tonight?" John asked so shyly.
Punk shot up in bed, not believing his ears. "What? What about Randy? Did you leave him?" Punk was starting to get all excited.
"Um. Not really. He kind of...left me." John was starting to get a little uncomfortable.
"Why would he leave you?" Punk was incredibly confused. John was perfect. Why leave him?
"Well he told me he was done with the guessing games I have been creating. And um...it turns out I said something to him last night that was pretty much icing on the cake."
"What did you tell him?"
"That I love you." John whispered it, hoping that Punk didn't quite hear it but he did.
Grinning widely, Punk started thinking about all of the possibilities that could easily happen between him and John.
"Did you hear me?"
"Yeah. I did. I just can't stop smiling. I love you too, John."
Now John was the one who couldn't answer, because he too now had a huge grin on his face.
"But what about Randy?" Punk hated to bring him up again but had too.
"What about him?"
"Are you sure your ready to start dating again? How did you guys leave it?"
"Punk. Me and Randy haven't been dating for that long and we left it fine. He told me that if he was out cheating on me and I was longing for you, then our hearts were truly not in the relationship. But he said he still wants to be friends. And I don't want to lose my best friend."
"Alright. So instead of tonight. How about you come over now?"
John blushed. "Sure. I'll be there in about ten minutes."
"Alright. Sounds good, see you soon."
"K. Bye."
Punk hung up the phone and quickly jumped out of bed. He pulled on some sweats over his briefs and pulled a t-shirt on. He walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, waiting on the couch for John to get there.
Exactly ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Perfect timing. Punk stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and was attacked by John's lips. John was kissing him passionately, finally being able to do so without any guilt hanging over his head.
Punk slammed John up against the wall, kicking the door shut with his foot and shoved his tongue down his throat. The kiss was very heated, both men trying to shove everything that they feel for each other in a single kiss.
John started grinding against Punk, moaning through the kiss.
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Punk said after pulling away for air.
"Why not? We love each other, right?"
"Yeah, but I mean. We are not even together yet?" Punk wanted to make love to John, not have sex with him.
"Alright. Will you be my boyfriend?" John asked with a very corny smile on his face.
Punk started laughing and picked John up, right arm underneath John's shoulders, and the left underneath his knees. "Of course." Punk carried John to the bedroom and laid him on the bed. "Don't move. Let me do the work." Punk started by taking off John's shirt. He then made his way down John's legs and removed his shoes and socks to make it easier to remove his shorts. Once when John's shorts were off, Punk grabbed his underwear and yanked them down to reveal John's aching cock. Punk went in between his legs and started licking John's balls, teasing him. John threw his head back moaning, missing the feeling of Punk's lips on his body. Punk kissed John's thigh and placed little kisses all the way up his body until he reached his lips. He again smashed his lips to John's in a very sloppy wet kiss.
Punk broke the kiss and sucked on John's neck. "Oh...yeah." John's eyes were fluttering closed when Punk found his sweet spot on his neck. He gave it a little more attention before going down again. He again placed little kisses all the way down John's body until he reached his cock. He kissed the tip and wrapped his hand around it. "Tell me what you want, baby."
John opened his eyes and looked down at Punk. "I want you to suck it." John again had a corny smile on his face. But Punk obliged. Punk wrapped his lips around John's throbbing cock and went all the way down, holding there to give John some extra pleasure. "Oh, Punk. Fuck yeah. Swallow it!" John continued moaning and Punk just ate them up. He was bobbing his head up and down and John told him to stop before he came, not wanting it to end just yet.
"Stand up, Phil". When Punk stood up off the bed, John got up too and removed the t-shirt he was wearing, along with the sweats and briefs. Punk now stood completely naked. And John didn't even bother getting back on the bed. He got down on his knees and engulfed Punk's entire cock into his waiting mouth. Punk was rocking his hips back and forth, forcing his cock deeper.
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"Oh, fuck yeah Punk. Harder! Ohhh...!" Punk was pounding John's hole. In the bed, John laid on his back and had his legs wrapped around Punk's waist. Punk was panting so hard, John knew it was about time for him to come.
"Ahhh!" Punk screamed as he shot his load inside John. He pulled out and laid on his back as well. But what he did next caught John off guard. Punk spread his legs and lifted them up a little so that his hole was showing. "Fuck me, John." The look Punk gave John was nothing but sexy. John crawled over to him and positioned himself right at Punk's entrance.
"Are you sure?" John did not want Punk to do anything he didn't want to do.
"Oh, yeah. Make love to me." Punk grabbed the back of John's head and pulled him into another kiss. "But make love to me without hurting me please." John positioned himself again, this time smiling.
"I could never hurt you, baby." He spat on his dick and slowly started breaching Punk.
"Oh my FUCKING god!" Punk arched his back as John's cock slid in even more.
"Do you want me to stop." John did not like the look on Punk's face. Discomfort.
"No. Don't you fucking dare. I told you to make love to me, so fucking make love to me." Punk screamed with his eyes squinted shut.
John started laughing as he started pushing in again. Punk screamed out again but John kept going.
Without Punk even realizing, the pain was gone and he was screaming John's name as he hit his spot. "Fuck yeah, John. Right there. Ah!" John was hitting his spot and Punk's eyes were rolling to the back of his head. He never thought this would feel this good.
John kept pounding away, moaning Punk's name over and over again. Punk felt so good, and he is glad he is getting to experience this feeling with him. His true love.
"Oh, Punk. Your so fucking tight. It feels amazing!" John was slamming, balls deep, into Punk's tight blinding hot hole.
"I'm g-gonna...Ah...cu...fuck!...cum!" Punk was stroking his cock in time with John's thrusts and what he was feeling was indescribable.
John wanted to make Punk's release even more epic so he pulled all the way out and thrusted all the way in as hard as he could, hitting his spot once again. Punk just arched his back and moaned out his name again. John repeated this process until Punk was screaming and white fluid was flowing out of his cock and onto his stomach. Right when Punk came, John thrusted all the way in so that he could feel all those muscles clench around his cock, which felt amazing. "Oh..Punk." John was getting ready to come, he grabbed Punk's hips and started pounding Punk harder than he had ever thought was possible.
"Ah! Here it comes." At that moment, John released himself into Punk, filling him up. He pulled out of Punk and laid down next to him, his chest heaving while he is trying to catch his breath.
"That was fucking amazing." Punk was staring at John, trying to get his breathing in order as well.
"Yeah. It was." John turned on his side and pulled Punk into his arms. John's arm fell on Punk's stomach, where all the come is and Punk busted out in laughter. And John couldn't help but laugh as well. He leaned down and grabbed one of their articles of clothing and cleaned his arm, and Punk's stomach, off. He threw it back on the ground and pulled Punk into his arms once again.
"I love you, John." Punk threw his arm around John's shoulders and pulled his head to rest on his chest. John started tracing Punk's tattoos on his chest.
"I love you too, Phil."
A/N: Well, their finally together. :) Awww. Lol. And Randy is out of the picture. But do you think he will stay out of the picture? Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. Thanks for reading and Please Review! :)