CM Punk gazed down at the shaking body of Paul Heyman below him and instantly felt a twinge of regret. Heyman wasn't a wrestler, he was a manager. How could Punk have expected Heyman to endure a beating from the self proclaimed "Best In The World"? His former manager definitely deserved a lot more than a single blow to the stomach, but right now that's all the physical beating that Punk was planning to give him. Crouching down slowly next to Heyman, Punk gently placed his hand on Heyman's shoulder. "Heyman? Heyman? Get up. I'm not going to hit you again. You don't deserve my time." Punk sighed and started to get up. As he did so, Heyman's hand shot out, and grabbed Punk's wrist. Rolling over to face Punk, Heyman pulled Punk down next to him. At that point, Punk came to a realisation. Heyman hadn't been crying over the pain of an insignificant beating. Tears in his eyes, his former best friend glanced up, and his eyes met Punk's.
"Heyman... Paul... I'm sorry..."
Before Punk could continue to stutter out his half hearted apology, Heyman pulled CM Punk to the floor, grabbing both of Punk's wrists and pinning him down underneath him. Before Punk could stop him, Heyman leaned in and gently kissed Punk's half open mouth. For the second time in the past week, Punk felt that fluttering sensation in his stomach, and he parted his lips slowly, receiving Heyman's tongue inside. Heyman moaned softly, his hands tightening around Punk's wrists. Powerless to stop him, Punk lay there, greeting each flicker of Heyman's tongue with a response from his own. Biting gently on Punk's bottom lip, Heyman began slowly grinding his body against Punk's. Punk let out a gasp of pleasure, his back arching slightly as Heyman started to kiss his neck, his tongue tracing the sensitive part just underneath his ear. The gentle kisses eventually turned into biting, and Punk felt powerless to stop him.
Heyman traced his tongue along Punk's well definied collarbones, softly biting each one. Punk could hear himself breathing louder and louder. Clenching his fists in pleasure, he arched his head back as Heyman began kissing down Punk's muscular body, pausing for a moment to tenderly cherish each of Punk's slightly stiff nipples with his tongue. He let go of Punk's wrists as he neared Punk's crotch to undo his belt and, after undoing the button of Punk's pants, Punk could feel Heyman's hard erection pressing against him. Punk himself felt the blood rushing to his crotch, becoming hard, as Heyman proceeded to kiss around Punk's sensitive penis.
"Punk, I want you so badly." whispered Heyman.