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Chapter 17

Punk and John were still standing in their room, stunned at what just happened. John had no idea of what Cody did to Punk, but still pressed himself up against Punk. Punk just pulled him in tighter and rubbed his back.

They didn't even know what to say about everything that just happened, so they decided not to say anything at all. They just went about their day normally. But John noticed Punk was acting weird and thought it was because of seeing Randy kissing him.

John and Punk were currently laying on the bed getting ready to go to sleep. Punk was reading a comic and John was watching TV. John has had enough of feeling as if Punk was mad at him, so he turned the TV off and grabbed the comic out of Punk's hand. "Hey!" Punk tried reaching for it, but John set it on the nightstand by the bed.

"We need to talk." John turned Punk's head to look him in the eyes. "I am really sorry that you had to see Randy kissing me. But I do not want you to be mad at me for it."

"What?" Punk turned his body so that it was facing John. "I'm not mad at you. Why would you think that?"

"Because you have been acting weird all day. What am I supposed to think?" John scooted a little closer to him.

Punk grabbed John's hand in both of his. "I'm not mad at you, baby. It's just that...earlier today...let's just say I figured out first hand how good Cody is."

"What!?" John squeezed Punk's hand and started rubbing his arms with his other hand. "And how is that?"

"Well, when I figured out what Randy was up to, I ran back up here and he stopped the elevator and forced me." Punk looked down, expecting John to be a little upset even though Punk wasn't upset with him when the roles were reversed.

"How did Cody force you?"

"I don't really want to talk about it." Punk was a little embarrassed by the way Cody forced him, and he just wanted to forget it happened.

John started laughing, which surprised Punk. "Why are you laughing?" Punk couldn't help but smile too.

"Because I just find it so funny that we are both practically being forced to do all this stuff, and we are still lying here with each other at night." At that, Punk moved even closer to John and pulled him in his arms. John laid his head on Punk's chest and smiled.

"I will never ever leave you. You are my life now. My everything." They both drifted off, knowing the future for them is very bright.

The Next Day:

John and Punk have already made all the runs they needed to make for the day, and they were once again just sitting in the hotel room keeping each other company. All they were doing was sitting on the couch talking to each other. Punk is the one that turned the conversation awkwardly.

"Can I ask you a question without you getting mad?"

"Of course you can." John leaned in closer to Punk and placed his hand on Punk's leg.

"Do you still have feelings for Randy?" John all of a sudden got uncomfortable and moved away from Punk.

"Why would you ask that?" John wasn't even making eye contact, and Punk thought he already knew the answer.

"Because I was thinking and if you didn't, then I don't think he would keep trying so hard. And other wise, I don't think he would have ever gotten that close to you as he did yesterday." Punk was really trying to get this out of John. He feels as if once they get this over with, there will be no more barriers between them.

"Wow. I never really thought about it. I love you with all my heart, Phil. But I want to be completely honest with you as well. I do still have some feelings for him." Punk looked away and John started to panic. "But that doesn't mean I want him or anything. I like him but I love you. Randy is no where near you when it comes to that. You have got to believe me.

"John, calm down." Punk started chuckling. "I believe you. If you wanted to be with Randy, you would be. Considering the fact he won't leave you alone."

John smiled and gave Punk a hug. "Thank you. I love you so much, and I'm glad you noticed that."

Punk squeezed John tight and kissed his forehead. "Of course I noticed that. You are the love of my life and I notice everything you do, especially when it comes to our relationship."

When Punk brought up their relationship, John decided to take a shot and ask some questions of his own. "So, about our relationship? Where are we, exactly?" John was biting his lip awaiting the reply.

Punk looked down at John, not knowing what to say. "What do you mean?"

"Where are we in our relationship? What do you see for us in the near future?"

"Um, I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. I just love being with you now and I am just wanting to live in the moment, I guess." But that was a lie. Punk has thought about it for a while now. He wants so much for them but he doesn't want to move too fast and end up getting hurt.

"Oh, okay." John continued laying down on Punk, thinking.

"Why? Have you thought about it?"

"All the time, actually. Well, you know, in between getting sexually assaulted by two horny maniacs." Punk and John both started laughing. They loved how they found it amusing. And the only reason they did find it amusing was because they know they are both in love with one another and won't ever willingly participate.

But Punk does have plans to deal with those two sadistic, evil, cunning lunatics.

After they stopped laughing, Punk continued their conversation. "Well? Where do you see us in the near future?"

"I see us...oh never mind. It doesn't matter." Punk tried to protest, but John leaned up and kissed Punk passionately. Just to push Punk's buttons, John pulled away and looked into his eyes and said, "So, did you have fun with Cody yesterday?"

Punk didn't even say anything. He grabbed John by the waist and threw him over his shoulder. He carried him to the bed and threw him down. He ripped off his shirt and climbed on the bed. "Not as much fun as I am going to have with you right now." John blushed as he took off his own shirt. Punk kissed John again as he climbed on top. He then placed kisses on his neck, chest, and finally made his way down his cock. "You know, I was wondering who is better. Me or Cody?" Punk took a hold of John's cock and John moaned.

"Well why don't you start sucking, and I will let you know." John winked at Punk just as Punk took John's entire cock down his throat with ease. "Holy shit, Phil. Have you been practicing or something?" John laughed and Punk started laughing too, causing Punk to choke on his cock, which made John laugh even harder.

"Your gonna pay for that." Punk sat up and moved his way up the bed to John's face. He grabbed his head and shoved it down to his cock. John didn't refuse it at all, as he immediately grabbed his cock and wrapped his lips around it. He used his tongue to run up and down his shaft while he was sucking on it. Punk grabbed the back of his head and pulled it all the way down, and just held it there until John finally pulled away, needing air.

Punk was done with the blow jobs and wanted more. He reached under the bed for his bag. He dug threw it and found the lube. He tossed it to John. "What do I need this for?" John just held it, looking at Punk who was currently laying down.

"Your gonna fuck me tonight, baby." Punk laid all the way down and lifted his legs up so John could have access to his hole.

"Why? You don't have to do it if you don't want to." John hated it when Punk would go out of his way to be uncomfortable just so that John wasn't. It was cute, but John felt like he was being selfish.

"I want to. I feel like I am always on top and this is an equal relationship, so it is your turn. Just go easy please." John nodded and lubed up his cock. He squirted some more lube onto Punk's hole and rubbed it in. He slowly slid in a finger and held it there, allowing Punk to adjust. Punk threw his head back, squeezed his eyes shut, and winced in pain at the intrusion.

John started to move his finger and in no time Punk was moaning. He added a second finger, and then a third before finally pulling out. Punk was missing the feeling and whined after the fingers were pulled out. John thought that sound was so cute and quickly lined his cock up and pushed his way inside in a single thrust, without warning.

Punk screamed out at the feeling and placed his hands on John's hips to slow him down because John just started pounding away.

When Punk finally removed his hands, having been adjusted to John's size, John started to move again. At first, he was going slow and steady. "Faster, John. Fuck!" Punk moaned and John started to move faster. Punk wrapped his legs around John's waist and John slid his hands underneath Punk's back. John lifted up, picking Punk up and carrying his to the wall. He pressed Punk's back up against the wall, while he pushed up inside him, hitting his spot. "Oh, fuck yeah John." Punk thought this was so hot. John carrying him while fucking him up against the wall. Punk wrapped his legs tighter around John's waist and John just continues pounding up into Punk's wonderful tight heat.

"Oh, Phil. Your so fucking tight." John was staring deeply into Punk's eyes while he repeatedly slammed into his spot. The look on Punk's face was the most amazing thing John has ever seen.

After a couple of more thrusts, Punk came all over his chest and John came inside Punk. John just stumbled back wards and they both fell on top of the bed.

After about ten minutes of laying on top on each other, cooling off after what just happened, they both got up and headed to the shower. They helped clean each other off before getting out and crawling into bed.

It was silent in the room until Punk spoke up, hoping John was still awake. "Hey, John?"

"Yeah?" John had a very sleepy voice, but answered none the less.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure." John finally turned on his side and looked at Punk who wasn't even laying down at all. He was sitting up against the headboard looking down at John.

"Can you go to Randy's tomorrow and end things with him please?"

"There is nothing to end, Punk. I am not with him." At this point, John sat up and leaned back against the head board as well.

"I know. But I would feel a lot better if you went and told him that you guys are done...for good."

"I don't think that will accomplish anything, Punk." John rubbed his eyes and tried to reason with him. And he really didn't want to see Randy in the first place.

"Alright, fine. I just want him to stop so that we have one less thing to worry about."

"I know, so do I." John rolled over and pulled Punk into his arms. They did their best to fall asleep without bringing up Randy again, but they both knew that he was on both of their minds.

Punk wanted him gone for good and John wanted him to just stop pursuing him in the way he was.

John looked up at the ceiling. I have to end it with Randy. But how? That is not going to be easy. But I have to do it. For Punk. He looked over at Punk's face again. He was in a deep sleep and John got lost in his face. For Punk!

A/N: So? What do you think will happen between Randy and John when John attempts to tell Randy to leave him be? Please review and let me know what you thought of this chapter. Next update will be either tomorrow or Friday. :) Thanks again.