A/N: Thank you to those of you that reviewed. I really appreciate it. I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Chapter 5

The next day, Punk sat in his bed looking at his phone. He was desperately hoping that Dean would text him or maybe even call him. But it was going on four in the evening and so far nothing. Punk almost called him multiple times during the day but every time he would almost hit 'dial', he would hit the 'home' button instead, chickening out. He doesn't know why he wanted him to call or text him, considering that he was the one who told him he didn't want anything. But he was already starting to change his mind.

He knew he had deep feelings for Dean Ambrose, but he was trying so hard to fight them. So he decided to text him instead.

Punk: Hey. Do you want to come over?

Ambrose: I would love to. But are you sure you want me to?

Punk: Um...yeah. Come on over.

Ambrose: Are you going to kick me out this time?

Punk: No! Just get your ass over here.

Ambrose: Fine fine. No need to get angry.

Punk: Whatever. Hurry.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Punk ran to it and opened it. He pulled Dean in and quickly shut the door. He slammed Dean up against the wall and smashed his lips against Dean's. Dean quickly shoved his tongue against Punk's lips and Punk immediately granted access. They were tongue battling for a while, and Dean finally decided to try and take it to the next level. He grabbed at Punk's shirt and tried to pull it off. Punk broke the kiss and allowed him to do so. When Dean realized that Punk was allowing him to do this, he smiled wide and quickly took advantage of this rare opportunity. He attacked Punk's neck, sucking on the sweet spot there and started to pull down his athletic shorts. Punk wasn't wearing any shoes or socks, so it was very easy to step out of the shorts.

Dean Ambrose pushed Punk back onto the bed. He grabbed the strands of his briefs and pulled them down as fast as he could. When he saw Punk's cock, he couldn't wait any longer. He jumped on the bed with Punk and licked his shaft from top to bottom. He sucked in his balls and licked them while they were in his mouth. He let them out with a 'pop' noise and took the head of his cock in his mouth. Punk threw his head back and let out a moan.

Before he continued, Dean pulled Punk's cock out of his mouth and looked up at Punk. "Are you sure you want to do this? You said you didn't want to be with a man."

Punk nodded his head in a hurry. "Yes! Just shut the fuck up and suck my cockbefore I change my mind." Punk grabbed his head and forced him all the way down. Punk slammed his head back onto the bed and gripped the sheets tightly from the almost unbearable pleasure.

Dean was bobbing his head up and down and swirling his tongue around the head. He would stop every so often to run his tongue up Punk's shaft, before continuing to deep throat him.

Punk felt like he was getting close, so he grabbed Dean's head and pulled him off his cock. He laid him down flat on his back onto the bed and made quick work of his clothes. He started with his black vest and his shirt. He then moved down and seductively untied his shoe laces before removing them completely. And in one swift movement, Punk removed his briefs, jeans, and socks. He crawled back onto the bed and stopped when he was face to face with Dean's cock. He grabbed a hold of it and quickly wrapped his lips around it. "Oh, Fuck yeah. I've been waiting for this for way too long." Dean grabbed the back of Punk's head and forced him down further. But he wasn't going down far enough to Dean's liking. So he started to thrust up into that wet hot mouth, fucking it. Punk was choking on it, saliva dripping out of his mouth and onto his cock, which only made it feel much better for Dean.

After Dean was close to his finish, he pulled out of Punk's mouth and flipped him onto his back. He lifted up his legs and positioned his head right at his virginal hole. He lashed his tongue out onto his hole and started to rim him. Punk grabbed his hair and started to tug at it, moaning at the incredible feeling that he has never felt before. "Mm, Dean. Keep going."

Dean slipped in a finger while he was still licking his hole and Punk arched his back at the intrusion. It wasn't long though until he adjusted and started moving around the finger. Dean entered a second and Punk winced for just a second before absolutely loving the feeling.

Dean pulled out of Punk and Punk pouted, feeling empty now. He loved the way Punk looked when he pouted. If he wanted to be filled up, then that is what he was gonna get. Ambrose lined himself up with Punk's hole and in a single thrust, he filled Punk up to the hilt. Dean was all the way inside and didn't even get Punk a chance to adjust to his size before pounding away. He was pounding Punk straight into the mattress. And it wasn't long before he found Punk's spot. When he chose a different angle, he was hitting Punk's spot dead on. Punk arched his back and squeezed his eyes shut. He was seeing stars. "RIGHT THERE, DEAN. OH FUCK YEAH!" Punk was going absolutely crazy. He never thought that this could ever feel this good.

Dean continued to fuck Punk, balls deep, as hard as he could. He would pull all the way out, only to slam his way back in. Hitting his spot with every thrust.

Punk grabbed the back of his head and forced him down to his face. He connected their lips and shoved his tongue inside. Dean then pulled Punk's legs up to rest on his shoulders and stood up as much as he could until he was on his toes. Punk was still on his back and Dean continued to pound away, turning Punk inside out. Punk was pulling on Dean's hair just as he felt his stomach tighten. A moment later, Punk was screaming out, pulling Dean's hair, while spilling all over his chest. Dean just fucked the cum right out of him, Punk didn't even touch himself once before he came.

Punk's muscles clenched down all around Dean's cock, suffocating it, and he was the one who was screaming out now. "FUCK! Oh, yeah." He then came inside of Punk, his eyes squeezed shut as he released himself.

He laid down right next to Punk and turned his head to stare at him. Dean was smiling wide, loving everything that just happened.

But Punk had a completely different reaction. What the fuck did we just do? Did I really give in?

Punk stared up at the ceiling with a look of shame written all across his face. And the next five words that came out of his mouth completely broke the heart of Dean Ambrose.

"I think you should go."

A/N: I know some of you may think that Punk's reactions are a little unusual. But if you think about it, someone who wants something but doesn't want to accept that they want it would act this way, give in and then be angry about it. I hope you understand how I am trying to portray Punk's character, and I hope I am doing a good job at it. Thanks for reading and please review! :)