A/N: Thank you to those of you that reviewed the last chapter, I really appreciate it. Here is Chapter 15 and I hope you enjoy it. :)
Chapter 15
Punk and Dean spent the rest of the day being lazy. Punk couldn't remember the last time he spent an entire day doing absolutely nothing. Whenever he had any free time, he would be working out or somehow getting ready for the next show.
Punk and Dean spent the entire day just laying together and talking. Dean learned pretty much everything there is to know about CM Punk. And Punk learned pretty much everything there is to know about Dean Ambrose. They started with their child hoods, then their teenage years, and then their early years in wrestling. Both had some good stories, and they both had some bad ones. Every time one of them would get into a hard time they went through, the other would squeeze them tight in his arms.
A day like this is usually the beginning of a long and happy relationship. It could be the beginning of true love. And Dean already knew that he was in love with Punk. But he could tell that part of Punk was still trying to fight away any feelings he may have towards him.
Because of this, Dean decided to try and test the waters with a couple of relationship questions. "Punk? Have you every done anything with a guy besides me?" Dean noticed Punk wince at the question. He even pulled away from Dean and scooted away so that they weren't even touching any more.
"No." Punk looked down and it looked like he may have been lying, but Dean couldn't tell for sure.
"What's wrong? Please don't close up on me again." He tried to grab Punk's hand but he pulled it away. Punk stood up and went to the bathroom. "Why are you so against being with a guy? You are obviously attracted to me."
Punk stormed out of the bathroom and got in Dean's face. "Don't you ever tell me what I am. You don't know anything about me when it comes to this stuff. You don't know why I am this way and you may never know. I am who I am and I will not change for anyone. Not even for you."
Dean grabbed both of Punk's hands and squeezed them in his. "I don't want you to change, Punk. I love you for who you are. I just don't want you to fight back any feelings you have for me just because you don't want to be with a guy."
"What makes you think I have feelings for you?" Dean squinted his eyes in confusion. He has never seen this side of Punk. He eyes are filled with anger and he could tell that he won't be able to calm him down this time.
Punk pulled his hands away. "For all you know, I just like having someone to talk to. For all you know, I just like having a good fuck. Doesn't mean I like you or that I am gay."
Punk turned to walk away. "Is that why you like my dick in your ass, straight man?" Dean whispered and immediately regretted it. Punk stopped and turned around. His face was extremely red and filled with anger. Dean didn't even see what came next but he felt Punk's fist connect with his face. Dean fell to the floor with his hands covering his face.
Punk's eyes were wide. He can't believe that he actually punched him. But he was not about to apologize for it. He just turned around and walked to the bathroom, slamming the door.
Dean felt conflicted. He was so shocked. Should he leave? Should he wait for Punk to come out so they could talk about this. But he came to the conclusion that there would be no calming Punk down this time. There was no use in trying. Dean just gathered his stuff and walked out of the hotel room, a black eye already forming.
Punk sat on his bed. He possibly just ruined the best thing that could have ever happened to him. Why did I punch him? I am such an idiot. He was still extremely angry at Dean for everything he said but that is no excuse for punching him. He knew he shouldn't have done it and plans on apologizing. He just isn't sure if Dean will even talk to him today. He has got to be pretty mad at him for punching him.
Punk picked up his phone and dialed Dean's number. He almost didn't know what to say when he answered. "Hey, Dean."
"Hi."
From the tone in his voice, Punk knew that he was hurt. There was clear pain in his voice. He is still pretty surprised that he even answered at all. "Where are you?"
"Why do you care?" Dean was straight to the point with his answers. He was definitely not in the mood for small talk, he is furious.
"Come on, Dean. Please come back to my room. We need to talk." Punk bit his lip, hoping Dean would do it.
"Fine. I'm on my way. But please don't just waste my time." Punk was about to answer, but he noticed that Dean hung up the phone.
Ten minutes have passed and Punk sat on his bed, knees to his chest, rocking back and forth. He was in absolutely nothing but gym shorts. He was having a debate with himself. He is trying to figure out a way to get Dean to forgive him. He is trying to figure out a way to tell Dean that he has feelings for him without actually having to say it.
Punk was brought out of his thoughts when there was a knock on the door. He got up and practically ran to the door. He opened it and pulled Dean in quickly. He slammed the door shut and pushed Dean down on the bed. He jumped on top of him and straddled his hips. Dean couldn't help but blush from Punk's forwardness and grabbed his thighs, holding him in place on top of him.
Punk leaned down and kissed him, plunging his tongue inside which was fairly easy since Dean granted access almost immediately. Punk figured that the best way to tell Dean about his feelings for him without having to verbally say them would be by having sex.
Punk pushed his erection up against Dean's and broke the kiss, moaning. Punk then got off of Dean and seductively moved down his body. He took off both of his shoes, socks, and then went up to unbutton his pants. He pulled his pants and underwear off in one motion. While Punk was removing all of his clothes, Dean pulled off his own shirt.
Punk grabbed Dean's length and immediately wrapped his lips around it. He started bobbing his head as fast as he could. Dean threw his head back in pleasure, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Punk ran his tongue on the underside of Dean's shaft while he continued to deep throat him. Dean instantly forgot about their fight and being mad. He was in heaven, enjoying every bit of this. He grabbed Punk's head and began thrusting up into that hot wet mouth. Punk hummed around it and placed his hands on the mattress while Dean continued to fuck his face.
Dean was getting ready to explode, so he pulled Punk's head off of his cock and pulled him up for a kiss. He rolled them over so that he was on top and pulled Punk's shorts down. He didn't hesitate whatsoever. He grabbed Punk's leaking cock and immediately began to deep throat it. He spent a good couple minutes giving Punk the best blow job he has ever gotten in his life.
Dean lifted his legs and began to tongue Punk's delicious hole. Dean moaned out, loving the taste of that hole. And Punk pulled on his lover's hair, pulling him closer. Punk couldn't sit still, he was so antsy. It felt that good.
After a good minute, and Dean knew that it was all slicked up, he got on his knees and placed Punk's legs on his shoulders. He slapped his cock onto his ass and moaned. Punk wiggled his ass, catching his cock in between his ass cheeks and Dean moaned even louder. "Come on, Dean. Fuck me."
Dean couldn't wait any longer. He needed to have that hot channel wrapped around his aching member. Dean pressed the tip against his entrance and started to insert it inside. "Oh, fuck yeah." Punk grabbed Dean's ass and pulled it towards him, forcing his whole cock inside his ass in a single fluid motion. Because of that, Dean knew that Punk was ready to take the pounding that was coming. He began to move faster and faster, fucking Punk as hard as he could. Punk had one leg dangling over Deans shoulder and one foot flat against Dean's chest, knee bent so that he could have better access.
Dean grabbed Punk's foot on his chest and held it tight, using it as leverage to pound his ass even harder. "Oh, Punk. Your ass feels so fucking good."
"Your cock feels so good, baby." Dean smiled when Punk said that and it only motivated him to go even harder. He pulled out and laid down on his side. Punk laid down on his side next to him and backed up so that they were back to chest. Dean inserted his cock once again and began thrusting inside with long hard strokes. Dean held Punk's leg in the air with one arm and pulled Punk in tight with the other.
Dean turned Punk's head and planted a wet sloppy kiss on his lips. Punk kissed back while pumping his own cock with his hand. He pulled out of the kiss and moaned rather loudly. "I'm going to cum, baby." Punk yelled.
"No, not yet. I want to see you cum, sexy." Dean moaned knowing that he was about to come undone as well.
Punk withdrew Dean's cock and pushed his chest so that he was laying flat on his back. He picked his cock up and sat down on it seductively. He started to bounce up and down while pumping his cock. Dean was going absolutely crazy from the feeling. He grabbed Punk's legs and started to thrust up into Punk as hard and fast as he possibly could, biting his lip to stop from screaming out.
Punk began screaming out in pleasure as he spilled his seed all over Dean's chest, some of it flying onto Dean's face and onto his bottom lip.
Dean felt Punk's muscles clench around his cock and he could no longer hold it in. He screamed out in pleasure as well as he thrust up into Punk one last time as he spilled his seed inside of Punk. Punk got off of Dean and took his cock into his mouth, licking up the rest of his seed that remained there. After it was all clean, he went up and licked up the cum that was on his bottom lip and kissed him with a mixture of both of their semen.
Dean pulled him in really close and closed his eyes. "I love you, Punk."
But when Punk heard this, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended like he had already fallen asleep.
A/N: Do you think Dean will do something since Punk never admits his feelings? I really want to know what you all thought about this chapter, so please leave a review . Thank you reading.
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