A/N: Thank you Bitter-Alisa and ToKiMiMoToTaKu for reviewing. I really appreciate it and I loved your reviews. And thank you to everyone who has been reading. Here is Chapter 12. :)
Chapter 12
Punk woke up the next morning, still holding a sleeping John tight in his arms. Punk looked down at his boyfriend's face with a huge smile. He loved waking up next to John, and he would hopefully be waking up next to him for the rest of his life. He squeezed John tighter and kissed him on the forehead. He knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, but he didn't want to let John go. So he decided to just lay there and watch the beautiful angel in front of him sleep.
Punk ended up dozing off and fell into a deep sleep, and he desperately wished he hadn't. He felt like he was trapped in two different worlds. His dream was not a dream at all, it was a nightmare. John moved up his body, planting kisses on every inch of skin that was there. "Keep going, John."...John engulfed his entire cock and started bobbing his head up and down as fast as he could. He pulled away for air and looked up at his lovers face. "You taste so good, Randy." Randy ran his hands through John's hair and both John and Randy looked over to the side of the bed. Handcuffed in a chair was one CM Punk, forced to watch the two make love in front of him. He looked like he was about to kill somebody. He was trying to scream and break through the chair, but his voice and his muscles were betraying him. He couldn't move and he couldn't speak. "Suck my cock while your looking at him, baby." John did as he was told and wrapped his lips around Randy's cock while staring into the eyes of Punk. Randy looked at Punk as well. "Like what you see, Punkers? John would never choose you over me. You are a screw up with a dysfunctional family and screwed up lifestyle. Do you really think he would have actually stayed with you?" A tear escaped Punk's eyes and he still couldn't say anything. John was still sucking Randy's cock and Randy went back to pretending Punk wasn't there, moaning at John's talented oral skills.
Punk shot up in his bed, waking John in the process. His shirt was soaked with sweat and he felt like he was having a heat stroke.
"Baby? Are you okay?" John tried placing his hand on Punk's cheek, but Punk flinched and jumped out of bed. He ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. John was left in the bed with a dumbfound look on his face.
Punk ran the cold water in the shower and sat down on the floor in the shower. He brought his knees up to his chest and just let it out. Tears were flowing out of his eyes, something you would not often see from CM Punk. John was pounding on the door and Punk was just ignoring him.
John ended up calling maintenance who unlocked the bathroom door for him. John walked in and saw Punk as a sad mess. John's heart broke and opened the shower door. He didn't care that he still had his pajamas on and walked into the shower, sitting next to Punk getting his clothes soaking wet. He pulled Punk into his arms and started running his fingers through his hair.
Punk rested his head against John's shoulder and tried to stop the tears from falling from his eyes.
"Hey? What's wrong?" John continued running his hand through Punk's hair, looking down at his boyfriend.
When Punk didn't answer, John decided to just give him some time to come out and say it on his own. He just sat there with him, providing emotional support. After about fifteen minutes, Punk looked up at John and finally spoke. "John?"
John was caught off guard from Punk finally speaking and kissed him on the top of his head. "Yes, baby?"
"Do you love me? Don't lie. Tell the truth!" Punk looked into John's eyes and John could tell he was more serious than he has ever been in his life.
"Yes, Phil. I love you with all my heart. I can't imagine myself with anyone else."
"Then why were you with Randy? And how am I supposed to know you won't go running back to him."
John kissed Punk on the head again. "Look at it this way: When I was with Randy, I was longing for you. When I was drunk, I came to your room. I told Randy that I was in love with you. He left me because he knew I was in love with you. You have to believe me that I want you and only you." John's voice started cracking, just thinking about the love he had for Punk. He felt so stupid for not realizing it before he got with Randy.
Punk started to feel better after what John said. He lifted his head up and attached his lips to John's. It wasn't a sexual kiss, or a kiss of lust. It was a kiss of passion. It was a kiss to show the sincerity and the love that they have for one another.
After they broke the kiss, they just stared into each others eyes for who knows how long until John noticed Punk shivering. "Come on, baby. Let's get you warm." John stood up and offered his hand to Punk.
"Your the ones with clothes on, you must be freezing." Punk grabbed his hand and turned the water off before following John out of the shower.
"Yeah, I am. But I love you more than I love myself." Punk blushed and grabbed John's hand as they made their way to the cabinet with the towels in it.
"And I love you more than I love myself, so you need to get warm to, babe." Punk and John dried off and climbed back in bed. They spent majority of the day holding each other and cuddling, reassuring their love for one another.
When John woke up it was six at night. He noticed Punk was not in bed and he started looking for him. At that moment, Punk walked out of the bathroom with a nice suit and tie on. "Why do you look so fancy?" John asked, staring at the beautiful man in front of him.
"Because we are going out. Our first date as an official couple." Punk walked over to the closet and pulled out a rented tux and handed it to John. "Hurry up and get dressed so we can go."
"Where are we going?" John stood up and started getting dressed.
"Well. The first place is a surprise. And the second place is dinner." Punk wasn't even trying to be romantic, he said it with a straight face in between brushing his teeth in the bathroom.
"Okay then." John was so excited to see what Punk had planned for them.
After driving for about fifteen minutes, they pulled up in front of a high school.
"Why are we at a high school?" John was so confused. If Punk was really trying to surprise him, he was doing a hell of a job at it.
"Just come on, baby. I told you it was a surprise." They both got out of the car and Punk led them to the gymnasium.
"Are we really going to play basketball in tuxedos?" John was smiling but was squinting his eyebrows in confusion.
"Would you shut up." Punk started smiling. "You want to know why we are here?" Punk walked over to what seemed like a light switch and John was even more confused.
"Well your at a light switch, so are we going to play hide and seek in the dark?" John had a childish grin on his face, while chuckling lightly.
"No!" Punk flipped the switch, and the gymnasium lighted up in ballroom dancing lights. He flipped another switch and soft romantic music came on. He walked up to John and grabbed his waist. "I rented this gym so that we could have it to ourselves, dancing and spending quality time together." Punk kissed John on the cheek and awaited to see if he liked his surprise or not.
John didn't know what to say. It was so romantic and he loved it. His eyes started getting watery and he just looked into his eyes.
"Does that mean you like it?" Punk asked, biting the inside of his cheek to hold back from smiling like a dork.
"I love it." John leaned in a gave Punk a very romantic kiss. He placed his head on Punk's shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist. They started slow dancing to the rhythm of the music. It was probably the most romantic night John has ever had in his life. And it was the most romantic night Punk has ever had in his life.
After about two hours of nothing but dancing, they finally left the gymnasium in a great mood. They got back in the car and Punk headed to the restaurant where he already had reservations for him and John.
When they got there, John was again caught with a surprise. Punk got them a table in the back, and even requested the lights in the entire restaurant to be dimmed so that having a candle at their table wouldn't lead to any suspicion. Punk grabbed John's hand under the table and stared into his eyes. It was as if they could read each others minds.
John was lost in Punk's eyes, and it took him back to the first night he ever noticed feelings for Punk, that night at Denny's. It brought back great memories and this night was going absolutely perfectly, until...
John finally broke the eye contact and looked to see if he saw the waiter coming, and when he looked over he saw something he thought he would never see. Randy Orton was about six tables away, having dinner with Cody Rhodes.
At first, John was hurt that Randy was already out with someone after they just broke up. But then he remembered that he was already out as well. But with Cody Rhodes? That's the slut he cheated on me with. John was starting to get angry, thinking about being cheated on, until he noticed Punk tapping his arm.
"John? What's wrong?" Punk was starting to get worried. Their night was going so great until John just dozed off, looking the other direction. When Punk followed his gaze, he saw what John was staring at. Randy Orton. "John? Did you want to go somewhere else?"
John snapped out of it and diverted his attention back to Punk. "No, it's fine. I am here with you. It's not going to bug me." John was already feeling weird when he was saying that because he could feel Randy's eyes on him. Randy must have just noticed that him and Punk were there as well.
After ordering their food, John excused himself to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. Of course the universe finds a way to ruin the best night of my life. He knows he told Punk it was fine, but it was more than awkward.
And to make matters even worse, John heard someone walk into the bathroom and he looked to see who it was. And it was Randy.
"Hey, Johnny." Randy sounded hurt. Good!
"Hey, Ran. I didn't expect to see you here." John dried his face and turned to look at his best friend, but also ex-boyfriend.
"I didn't expect to see you here either. Are you okay? You look upset?" Randy placed his hand on John's cheek and John backed away.
"I look upset? Ding ding ding, we have a winner." John said sarcastically. "Why did you come in here, Randy. It is already awkward enough seeing you here while I'm with Punk, I don't need to be talking to you too." John tried walking out of the bathroom but Randy grabbed him and walked him back to where he was standing before. Randy then walked in front of the door to block it. "Let me out, Randy!" John was starting to get even more upset.
"No! Not until you talk to me." Randy crossed his arms to put more emphasis on his words.
"What do you fucking want to talk about?"
"Calm down, John." Randy walked up to John and placed both his hands on John's shoulders. "You know...I can tell by how upset you are getting that you still have feelings for me."
John cringed when Randy brought that up and tried to change the subject. "Isn't your date waiting?" John looked agitatedly into his eyes.
"Isn't your date waiting?" Randy fired back.
"Yeah. And I already tried leaving. Good bye then." John tried leaving again, but this time Randy slammed John up against the wall. John was scared at the look in Randy's eyes. It looked like he was going to hurt him.
"Ra-Randy?" John whispered, Randy's arm was on his throat so he couldn't get it out that loud.
"Tell me you still have feelings for me. Or at least tell me the truth." Randy still had the vengeful look in his eyes.
"Of course I still have feelings for you, Randy. I probably always will.." At that moment Randy smashed his lips against John's. At first, John went along with it but then realized what was going on and quickly pushed Randy away, since he was no longer applying so much pressure. "What the fuck are you doing? I'm here with Punk."
"And I'm here with Cody. What's the problem?" Of course he wouldn't care about cheating. Stupid bastard.
"I may always have feelings for you, Randy, but I will always have stronger feelings for Punk. I love him."
Randy was hurt and didn't even bother hiding it. He took a step closer to John and grabbed his hand. "You remember when I told you I loved you for the first time? On the bed in your hotel room."
"Yeah. And?" John removed his hand out of Randy's.
Randy turned and opened the bathroom door. He looked back at John one more time. "I meant it." Randy walked out of the bathroom, leaving a very agitated John. What the fuck is going on? This is bullshit.
"Hey, what took so long?" Punk smiled when his boyfriend finally made it back to the table.
John sat back down and smiled back at Punk. "Um. Someone was talking to me?"
"In the bathroom? Who?" Punk was amused at the fact that someone tried holding a conversation while using the bathroom.
"Well...it was...Randy." The smile on Punk's face quickly turned into an angry frown.
"What? What did he do to you?" Punk was immediately freaking out, having a panic attack. The images and everything he saw in his dream came flooding back. "John would never choose you over me. You are a screw up with a dysfunctional family and screwed up lifestyle. Do you really think he would have actually stayed with you?"
"Nothing, calm down baby." John grabbed Punk's hand under the table again and rubbed soothing circles into his palm.
"He had to do something. He wouldn't just talk about random shit after being together the way you two were." Punk was still freaking out and looked over to Randy's table. He saw Randy there with Cody, giving him flirtatious eyes. He saw Cody blush and laugh.
"See? He's here with Cody."
"John. Please tell me what he said to you."
"Punk, I don't want this night to be ruined." John continued rubbing circles into his hand, and Punk finally looked back his way.
"So your telling me what he said to you would ruin our night. Awesome. Tell me John."
"Fine." John let go on Punk's hands and started cracking his knuckles nervously. "He told me that he truly does love me..." Punk's face got even angrier. "...and he kind of..sort of...kissed me." John saw Punk getting up and quickly grabbed his hand to stop him. "Stop. I pushed him away and told him I was here with you. I handled it, you don't need to make a scene."
Punk gave John an evil look and wasn't even blinking. "John. He fucking kissed you. I'm going to kick his ass."
"No. You don't need to. I handled it. I told him that I want you, not him."
For the rest of the dinner, Punk tried to act like everything was okay, but John still saw him sending death glares to Randy. And Randy was sending them right back.
After a while, John was sick of it and told Punk that he wanted to go. Punk paid the bill and the entire ride back to the hotel was awkward silence.
Walking into the hotel room, Punk threw his keys onto the table and walked into the bedroom. John followed. Punk turned around and opened his mouth to talk, but he was caught off guard when John pushed him as hard as he can onto the bed. Punk flopped on the bed and looked up at John with amused confusion. "What the hell was that for?"
John climbed on top of Punk, each of his legs on the side of Punk's thighs and leaned down and brushed his lips over Punk's. "Dinner was pretty much ruined because of you know what. But tonight was still one of the best nights of my life. I love you so much and I really want to end this night on a good note." John connected their lips in a quick kiss, then continued. "So I don't want to hear his name one more time tonight, and I want nothing but to spend some romantic quality time with you." This time, John pressed his lips roughly against Punk's. Punk opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. His hands were rubbing against John's legs while they made out. They were still both in suits and it was starting to get very hot in there.
John quickly undid Punk's tie and tossed it across the room. He unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off, tossing that across the room as well. Punk broke the kiss and sat up a little to take his undershirt off. Punk now laid there with nice dress pants on but no shirt. John got off of him and just stared. "How did you get so hot? You look unbelievably sexy right now, baby."
Punk stood up and started undoing John's tie as well as the buttons to his shirt. "Well, why thank you. You look incredibly sexy too." Punk was smiling as he finally got all of John's upper body clothing off. He tossed it in a pile on the floor and grabbed John to reunite their lips. They both fell back onto the bed and were holding each others faces during the kiss.
After about half an hour of making out, they changed into sweats and laid down on the bed. They turned a movie on, Punk let John choose the movie, and cuddled for the rest of the night before finally falling asleep in each others arms.
A/N: Do you think Randy will just continue to confuse John and get in their way? Thank you everyone for reading. I will really appreciate it if you guys reviewed. I really want to know what you thought of this chapter. Next Update will be on Wednesday, maybe earilier. :) Thank you for reading.