Author: Rebellecherry
Title: Hello Heartache
Summary: The ink just has dried on John's divorce papers and he can no longer deny the secret that he's hidden his entire life. His best friend Nikki pushes him closer to CM Punk an equal in the company a sometimes adversary, always an attractive distraction and he just might be the best heartache John has ever had.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything! I don't know these people, and I am in no way affiliated with this NYSE traded company. I am not saying that this has or will ever happen this is just an artistic release. And expression.
Chapter 2
A Little Less Sixteen Candles a Little More Touch Me
Three weeks had passed since the Monday that Nikki and John had situated themselves into his life, and Punk was actually tolerating it pretty well. He actually liked both of them and though the friendship was confusing to other members of the roster especially after Mike had mentioned casually the three of them going to Punk's room that night all sorts of wild stories circulated. And Punk wasn't surprised when Kofi sought him out to talk.
"What's going on man?" Kofi said, it wasn't a causal comment he was probing for answers as usual trying to work his way into Punk's mind.
"Nothing," Punk said adjusting his kick pads.
"You seem to have gotten yourself two new friends," Kofi said.
"Yeah, I guess I have," Punk smiled.
"What are you doing?" Kofi said.
"We're hanging out," Punk shrugged, "isn't that what you do with friends? Or did you buy into that rumor that the three of us were fucking?"
"I…" Kofi began, "I don't want you to do anything irrational because you're lonely."
"It doesn't matter if I'm fucking them or not," Punk explained, "it's nobody's business but mine, spread that around the locker room."
"I didn't spread anything," Kofi said, "Mike told Glenn and Glenn told Layla and Layla told Beth and Beth told the whole world."
"Naturally," Punk said dryly thinking of his one time girlfriend, "I'm not doing anything irrational. John doesn't swing my way and Nikki likes flirting with me for the hell of it but she's not interested. I don't have causal sex you know me Kofi, I'm not doing anything irrational, and yes I am lonely. But you said it yourself that I didn't have to be, and with them I'm not."
Randy appeared in the door way in full ring gear and flicked head in the direction of the empty room next door. Punk shook his head firmly. Randy rolled his eyes and slithered away.
"What in the fuck was that about?" Bryan said pulling on his own kick pads.
"He's an ass," was all the information that Punk offered, as he nonchalantly finished getting ready.
When Raw went off the air Punk took his time about getting showered he didn't want anymore questions from Kofi, he was avoiding Bryan's suspicious eyes. He finally drug his ass to the showers John and just finishing up. Punk didn't not look at that rock hard muscled body on the other side of the shower room. This was not the time for him to show his appreciation for John's form.
He turned on the water and wet his hair. He lost himself in his routine letting warm water run over his body, soothing sore muscles. He finished up before John who was suspiciously leaning against the wall when Punk walked from the room. Nikki was standing in the locker room talking to Kofi and Randy.
"It's going to be a blast you two should totally come," Nikki was saying as she lounged on the bench.
Kofi was pulling on his tee shirt, and Randy was dressed in his street clothes, eying Punk like he was the last piece left after a buffet.
"Are you going to be there?" was Randy's only question which was posed to Punk.
"Going to be where?" Punk questioned drying himself.
"At our little outing tonight," Nikki said, she was dressed up freshly showered blow dried and coifed wearing a short body-con dress and a pair of sky high heels.
Punk frowned noticing Randy's designer jeans and button down and Kofi's neat polo and jeans, "Is it fancy?"
"Just get dressed," Nikki rolled her eyes, "like you had a choice in going. As always Punk you're my plus one."
Punk dried himself off and pulled on an old tee shirt and baggy ripped jeans that had seen better days. Punk fussed with his socks, while John continued getting dressed.
"Kofi and Randy have decided to tag along too," Nikki informed him.
"Punk are you going?" John asked.
"Of course, he's my plus one," Nikki grinned.
Punk pulled on his shoes and shrugged looking a John.
"I'm glad you're going," John smiled full dimples and Punk had to look away.
John finished dressing even he had managed to pull together a decent outfit, when they walked out of the locker room to find Bryan and Brie waiting both were dressed nice, Brie was dressed in pretty lace dress and Bryan was wearing boots and nice jeans with a grey thermal shirt. Punk hoped they weren't having dinner any place nice he would most assuredly not be allowed entrance.
He trailed out behind Kofi when they reached the sedan John had rented. Punk hoped he wouldn't have to be Randy's lap buddy, but John was directing traffic, he put Randy in the front since he was one of the tallest, Daniel on the drivers side backseat with a lap full of Brie. Punk was put in the middle and on his other side Kofi had a lap full of Nikki.
Punk felt inclined to lean forward and take control of the radio, some vintage Britney was playing, and hummed along for a minute before switching to the rock station.
"Where are we going?" Kofi asked after a moment.
"We're going bowling," Nikki revealed giddy as she absently played with the Ghanaian's dreadlocks, "It's open all night it's a place only bikers frequent and from what I hear they serve an excellent milkshake."
"I'm starving," Punk said, "they'd better serve more than milkshake it's my cheat day."
"You can have what ever you want," John grinned in the rearview, "they have a short order cook, that doesn't sleep."
"I should get her number," Punk mused.
"Actually, he is married," Nikki laughed.
"Damn that would have been even better," Punk grumbled.
"I'd feed you baby," Nikki said ruffling Punk's hair.
"I wouldn't eat anything she cooks," John warned, "I once got food poisoning from standing near her while she baked a cake."
"So true," Brie grinned glancing at her twin.
"Brie!" Nikki said, embarrassed.
"Are we there yet?" Kofi whined.
"Almost," John reported taking a side street, "I'm driving carefully, since none of my passengers are wearing seatbelts. I don't think I could explain this to a cop."
"Nikki keeps grinding on me," Kofi said.
"Pass her here," Punk said with a sigh and Nikki willingly slid into his lap.
"Hey Punky Pal," Nikki said and sure enough she was moving her hips almost deceptively over his crotch where she sat on his lap.
The stop didn't come soon enough, Nikki's flirtations were a bit hard to handle. Punk was beyond frustrated, he was never sure what she wanted.
"You guys go in," John said, "Nikki needs to hang back with me, we gotta talk."
"You want a beer man?" Randy asked.
"Nah," John said.
"You can drink if you want," Punk said, "I can drive back. In fact I'm the designated driver on most night outings."
"Thanks, man, but no thanks," John said, "I wanna keep a clear head tonight."
Punk flashed him a smile and continued on behind Kofi.
John watched Punk walk into the building behind Kofi they were the last two to enter before starting in on Nikki who was standing in front of him trying to look innocent.
"What the fuck Nikki?" John said, "Are you deliberately trying to piss people off?"
"What?" she asked.
"Kofi and Punk, don't tell me you weren't trying to get a reaction out of them," John said.
"I got a reaction out of Kofi, he had to un-tuck his shirt," Nikki said, "Punk knows I'm just having fun."
"I don't like it when you do that to him," John said.
"Jealous much?"
"Definitely," John said, "Which is why you'll be Randy's lap buddy on the way back to the hotel. He'll give you a reaction for sure, he'd probably fuck you before we get back to the hotel."
Nikki smirked, "Might be fun."
"Seriously? What the fuck is wrong with you, are you perpetually in heat?"
"Yes," she said, "I want a Sybian machine."
"I don't know what that is, but I'll buy it if makes you behave," John said, "I'll even rent Ryder for the night for you."
"Thanks but no thanks," Nikki said, "he's cute and all but he's got a small dick."
"Nikki!" John shouted exasperated.
"Too bad JoMo is taken, he's hot," Nikki said.
"What about Ziggler?" John asked.
"He's on your team," Nikki said simply.
"Oh, really? I thought he was with Vickie," John said.
"No, actually Punk set that up, she has no idea that she's a beard," Nikki said.
John smiled at the thought of Punk putting Vickie and Ziggler together to protect Ziggler's lifestyle. He spotted Punk putting on rented bowling shoes with Bryan. Brie was digging a pair of socks out of her purse and happily discarding her heels. Randy was at the concessions area talking to a blond biker chick. He hoped tonight would be a good outing and he'd be closer to telling Punk that he liked him.
John and Nikki went and rented shoes, "What about Gabriel?"
"He's cute but I think he's doing naughty things with Kidd and Natalya," Nikki shrugged.
"Damn," John said blushing thinking back to the suspicious bruise he'd seen on the South African's shoulder when they were in make up tonight.
"What about Stu?" Punk joined the conversation without anyone noticing, "I know he's an ass but he's got certain qualities going for him."
"I slapped him last week," Nikki said.
"Why?"
"Because he thought he could come by and get a handful of my ass in the locker room," Nikki said.
"You shouldn't have had your ass in the men's locker room in the first place," John reminded her.
"Expect him to receive a punch from me coming soon," Punk said, "Sorry I suggested that."
"It's cool," she said.
"I have someone in mind," Punk said, "but he doesn't work here so he wouldn't be around all the time for 24/7 booty calls."
"As long as he's nice and well endowed," Nikki said.
"I think he's got those two things going for him," Punk smirked.
"You haven't been with him have you?" John asked curious.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" with a wink he was back over talking to Kofi.
"Help me out?" Nikki asked sitting on the beside him swinging a tanned leg onto John's lap offering a platformed foot to John.
He smirked and took her by the ankle removing her shoe, she dug a pair of socks out of her purse. He put her socks and the rented shoes on while she grinned.
"You're the best fake boyfriend ever," Nikki smirked.
"You're the best fake girlfriend ever," John laughed glancing over at Kofi who was watching them with interest before Punk signaled his dreadlocked friend to a table he'd picked out.
"I am your devoted hag," Nikki grinned watching John undo his laces.
"Hey Orton!" Bryan shouted where he was setting up the game, "Bring your ass!"
"I'm getting drinks!" was Orton's bellowed response.
"I'd better get some too," John responded, "Punk is going to be pissed if Orton presents him with a pitcher of beer."
"He'll probably kick Orton in his head," Nikki said, "that could be fun."
Orton had made it to the table with his new blonde friend with not only a pitcher of beer a six pack of Diet Pepsi. Brie and Bryan had set up the game, and everyone was in their rented shoes, they just had to pick teams. Nikki appointed herself team captain and made Punk her first draft pick. Brie appointed herself captain of the other team and she picked Randy to the chagrin of her boyfriend.
"Babe don't be mad," Brie smirked, "he's a better bowler."
Nikki's pick was next and consequently it was John, who was glad to be on the team with Punk and Nikki because both were so competitive. Brie picked Bryan next and Punk was whispering to Nikki about who to pick next and she picked Kofi, which left Randy's blonde biker friend who he'd introduced as Sandy to the group to go to Brie's team.
Randy was up first, and ironically he bowled a strike, then Punk went and he picked up a spare and the hit the last ball which left the match pretty even so far. Until Sandy rolled a strike, delivered with a smirk in Nikki's direction, which didn't please Nikki in the slightest, though it didn't help her bowling game she bowled the first strike in the next lane over, which made her sister laugh raucously causing the twins to argue for a few minutes.
Kofi, thankfully stepped between the twins leading Nikki away from her sister by the waist using a bit of flirtation on his part, before long he had Nikki under control, it was Randy's turn he took forever before releasing the ball most of the drinks were gone, so John took it upon himself to get more, and Punk joined him.
"The twins like to start off with beer, but I know they like those girly wine coolers," John chuckled.
"You got any quarters?" Punk asked, "that guy has been in control of the jukebox for far too long he hasn't played anything from the last three decades, I didn't know that bikers liked Motown music."
"I saw you humming along to the Supremes," John snickered.
"Everyone can appreciate Diana Ross," Punk stuck out his chin, "Quarters please. I can hear the change rattling in your pants."
John flushed hotly, Punk was thinking about what was in his pants, just not the thing he wanted the man to be thinking of. John forked over four quarters, and Punk exchanged it for a dollar and headed to the jukebox. This was apparently a place that time forgot, a pitcher of draft beer was only three bucks and couple of those fruity drinks were only a buck, which was pretty cool, but the Pepsi he was drinking with Kofi and Punk was six bucks for a six pack which was pretty damn funny.
"I got four songs for a dollar," Punk said triumphantly, "they didn't have anything too extreme but I'm not picky. It's better than the Nickelback that Randy tried to torture us with earlier today."
They returned to the group and Brie had her purple ball which she tried to get her boyfriend to kiss for good luck.
"Not kissing your ball babe," Bryan was saying, "that's just not my thing."
"Why don't you ask Punk, he's pretty good with kissing balls," Randy drawled from where he was draped over two seats with his lap full of Sandy.
"Randal, as I recall you have a fondness for balls as well," Punk said looking like the picture of nonchalance as he popped open another Pepsi, "I suggest you give it a kiss because you won't get anywhere near mine."
"That was a quite a scathing burn," Bryan smirked, "should I call for a medic?"
"He's right Randy we might need to rush you to the burn unit," Brie laughed.
"It's just a matter of time," Randy said.
John was seething what in the world was going on with Randy and Punk? He knew both men were bi, Randy was just greedy, and Punk refused to be labeled, he went after whoever he was interested in. John had to admit Randy was quite attractive in that hot psycho kind of way. Maybe that was what Punk was into he might be denying it for the benefit of the group, John made a note to ask Kofi later, he was a good friend of Punk and was possibly privy to who Punk had a secret crush on. Now his thought processes were likened to seventh grade girl.
It was John's turn with thoughts of Randy and Punk on his mind he rolled two gutter balls. Bryan's turn didn't go any better, two gutter balls in the opposite lane. Though he blamed the text messages that were flooding the phone in his back pocket for making him jump.
It was Punk's turn, he made a great show out of lining his ball up then decided to do the thing where he half crouched over to throw the ball down the lane, John wished he was wearing his trunks rather than those baggy jeans, he could hardly see the pert ass because of the excess denim. He was going to have to get Nikki and Brie to talk Punk into getting jeans that fit, it was criminal to cover up an ass that fine. Punk rolled a strike and was celebrating with Kofi, acrobatic celebrating for the two former tag team champions.
Punk sat down beside John.
"That was good," John said.
"I don't know if it'll help," Punk said, "we all know Randy and Sandy have been rolling strikes all night. And you and Nikki can't seem to keep it out of the gutter. Though on the brightside, I think Bryan is throwing the game he must owe Nikki some money."
John laughed, "I'm a little distracted."
Punk frowned watching John carefully, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," John said, "I'll be fine."
"We're friends right?" Punk asked while the rest of the group was caught up in an argument, apparently Randy had went twice once in his place and then again after Sandy in Brie's place, Nikki was on top of a chair yelling at her twin.
"We are," John said.
"Friends talk to each other about stuff," Punk said.
"It's not important really Punk," John said not having to force a full wattage smile, which made his tattooed friend smirk.
"If you're tired, we can head out the drunks can cab it back to the hotel," Punk said.
"You haven't heard your songs yet," John said, "nor have we won the game yet."
"That might be a lost cause," Punk said, "I think the songs are up after this last one. You gonna talk Nikki down?"
"Nope, Kofi has got it covered," John grinned.
"He's got years of practice in with a hotter head, me," Punk said simply.
Kofi talked Nikki down from her chair, and she announced she was hungry as was the rest of the group. Kofi suggested that the two of them should take a walk and get food, Nikki readily agreed to this they got a base of everyone's likes and headed to the concessions area.
Punk's first song started to play, and John could sense a change in his friend. He was sitting cross legged in in the chair wiggling to the Rolling Stones. John could only watch him, he wasn't the only one watching, Randy was watching too, almost hungrily. Punk didn't seem to notice thankfully, the way Randy was looking made John want to press charges though.
Punk met his eyes half way through the song, John stuttered the green brown gaze was so staggering. The tension was suddenly so palpable. John tried to say everything he couldn't say out loud with his gaze. Nikki and Kofi returned after a few minutes without the food.
"They're going to bring it out chill guys," Nikki laughed.
"Bryan looked murderous right then," Kofi observed, "remind me not to get on his bad side."
"My baby is sweet," Brie kissed Bryan's bearded chin and the man smiled.
Punk's next song choice started to play, and John was confused, "Really Punk?"
He shrugged, getting out of his seat he walked over to Nikki.
"We're dancing," he told her.
"I've been waiting my whole life to hear you say that," Nikki's grin was almost feral.
Kofi was looking at the two of them as if they'd grown another head, Bryan leaned back grinning amused, he'd been privy Punk's backstage antics many times over the years, to him it wasn't very surprising to see him all over Nikki dancing to a song John didn't understand in the slightest. Nikki's moves didn't stay chaste for long, and Punk proved that he could keep up with her.
John found it amusing that his friends were throwing out their best moves to a Britney/Madonna chart topper. Brie and Bryan were soon dancing, and they were actually a lot less risqué and they were a couple that was having sex on the reg.
"The food cannot come soon enough," Kofi dropped down in the seat next to John, who consequently didn't want the song to end.
A glance at Randy proved that he was practically salivating, but John was fortunate that Randy danced even less than he did and he was glad the Viper kept to his seat.
"Is that legal in this state?" Kofi asked.
"I don't know," John replied, "I hope like hell he does it again. Those hips are worth millions, I'm going to take out a policy on them tomorrow."
"You've got it bad man," Kofi grinned.
John couldn't deny it.
"It's okay, your secret dies with me," Kofi said with a wide grin, "Though, I think you should tell him."
"He's not into me," John said, "and I don't know if I can say it out loud."
"You might not have to say anything," Kofi said, "I have one question, do you think you could make him happy?"
"He wouldn't be happy with sneaking around with me, I know that," John said.
"Have you ever heard about him with any other guys?" Kofi was incredulous, "And you've known he was bi since you knew him. That shit isn't going to matter to him. He knows you both would have a lot to lose, he's not expecting you to take him hand and hand skipping down main street professing your undying love for him."
"I might not be good at all the technical aspects of that kind of relationship," John revealed, "I've never actually been with guy."
"I so didn't need to know that," Kofi shook his head, mercifully their food had arrived.
John was proud of himself he'd just come out to Kofi and it hadn't been disastrous, he could do this, he was shaking off the cobwebs little by little, he was going to find his way out of the closet.
Punk sat at a table with Kofi, John and Nikki. Brie and Bryan ate with Sandy and Randy. The bowling game was long forgotten, Nikki declared their team the winner, due to gutter ball that was rolled by Bryan and proceed to argue with her sister over the point.
"Enough guys, I know I have to leave out early tomorrow to get to SmackDown," John said, "if you're planning on riding with me I suggest we settle the tab and carry our asses to the car."
They turned in their bowling shoes, Randy had slipped off to say goodbye to his friend, and possibly contract VD. John contemplated leaving him behind. He swapped up the seating arrangements, putting Bryan in the front letting the seat up more, planning to put Randy and Nikki behind him. Brie on Kofi's lap and Punk in the middle yet again.
Punk knew Nikki was going to be up to her old tricks, he didn't expect Randy to have moves to counter hers. He shifted her on his lap his hand snaking down to slid over Punk's thigh when he least expected it. He threw the hand off him and didn't say anything. It was back brushing the spot above his knee. He met Randy's eyes.
"Damn it Randy stop touching me," Punk swore.
"I can't help it there's not much space here," Randy said, "why are you afraid of our shoulders touching. I could touch you in places that would make you beg."
"Randy keep your hands to yourself, especially if you wanna keep them," John bellowed from up front.
"So possessive John," Randy said, "I didn't know you had it in you."
"When slaps your ass with a restraining order don't tell me nothing," John said.
"He can restrain me anytime he wants he'll just have to do all the work," Randy said.
John stopped the car quickly, Punk was thankful he'd put on his seat belt. Brie came toppling out of Kofi's lap to land sprawled across the three men in the backseat.
"I can park this right now and we can fight in the middle of the street," John said, "the dude is not into you would you quit."
"I'm tenacious, it's a quality you possess as well John," Randy snarled, "you think I won't fight you?"
Brie finally righted herself in Kofi's lap and Punk hopped up over the console and into Bryan's lap.
"Easy boys, I fixed the prob, now Brie can sit in the middle and everything will be all good," Punk said, "you don't mind do you Bry? I mean I've sat on you wearing a lot less than this."
"We're good," Bryan smiled good naturedly at Punk, "granted the naked limbo contest was worse."
"Damn I wish I would have known about that because I would have definitely paid to see it," Nikki said.
"I agree," Randy said, "hey Punk when are we going to have a match together?"
"So I can kick you in the face?" Punk asked hopefully.
"So you can wrap those pretty thighs around me," Randy said.
"You would turn a perfectly good submission move into something awful," Punk said.
"You know you've got it going on, otherwise you would have continued to wear those baggy shorts," Randy said, "you own more ring gear than jeans."
"Fuck you," Punk said.
"Name the time and place, I'm versatile," Randy said from the backseat, he didn't have to look at him to know he was sneering.
John took his foot off the brake quickly, ignoring the minivan behind him that was honking. He swerved into the center lane, and Bryan held Punk's hips to balance him. It was a little to intimate, for John's liking and they seemed to be pretty comfortable as they were. John made sure the ride back to the hotel room didn't last any longer than necessary. He had to get Punk off Bryan's lap before he did something stupid. He should have put Punk on Kofi's lap to start. That would have been better.
"What's the matter?" Punk asked John once they were walking around on the hotel's fifth floor populated by WWE superstars.
Brie and Bryan had gone into their room and Nikki had gone to tell Nattie about their night and encourage her to come out with them more. Kofi had disappeared into his room quickly. Randy had walked straight into the hotel bar to cap off his night as drunk as he could manage to get.
"Nothing," John said unable to shake off his irritation from the car.
"Thank you for sticking up for me with Randy," Punk said, "I can handle myself and I hate to see him get you riled up."
"You're not interested in that douche, are you?" John asked.
"Of course not," Punk said, "he's made it clear what he's after. To make matters worse I can't stand him. I won't have sex with someone I despise. And I despise Randy Orton, and I am going to ruin him."
The smile Punk gave when he was finished was eerie but it gave John comfort.
"What about you and Bryan, you were cozy in the car," John said.
"Watch it John boy you sound jealous," Punk grinned, "Bryan and I have known each other for a long time. We have a long history, and if you are jealous you have nothing to worry about."
John unlocked the door to his room and practically dragged Punk in.
"Why don't you tell me?" John said shutting the door and ignoring how stunned Punk looked but John had caught Nemeth lurking in the hallway listening for juicy tidbits to feed to Vickie.
"Tell you what?" Punk asked.
"About this long history you have with Bryan?"
"We were in ROH together, in the indy days people did what they wanted said what they wanted without being on TV you don't have to adhere to a rating system," Punk explained, "we've done so much shit around each other we couldn't possibly make one another uncomfortable."
"Have you ever had sex with him?" John said.
"John," Punk said the name was like a warning.
"I need to know," John said.
"Why?" Punk said, "why such a vested interest in who I take to bed?"
"Because," John said bracing himself for what he was about to say.
"Because you want to be the asshole straight friend and tell me not to sleep around?" Punk demanded, "you think I'm a slut. For the record, I've never been with Bryan, we're really good friends, he took care of me after a bad situation. I thought we were gonna be good friends, but now I see it's not gonna work. You're exactly what I always thought you were, sanctimonious, judgmental, and arrogant."
This was not going at all the way John had planned, "Easy…I didn't mean…I'm not that guy…"
"Sure you aren't," Punk said, "want me to divulge a list of previous partners?"
"Punk," John said.
"I shouldn't have been so fucking stupid," with that he was gone.
John felt like complete and utter shit he dropped down on the mattress he wished he could go to sleep but the conversation kept replaying in his head. He went for the mini bar, he could get Punk out of his head one way or the other.
A knock sounded at his door, Punk hoped like hell it wasn't that close-minded Neanderthal Cena coming to further insinuate himself on his bad side. How dare he even have the gall to ask Punk if he'd been with Bryan. Like it was his business. It had been hours since the talk with John and Punk hadn't calmed down any. He was too angry to sleep. He wondered where Nikki was at least she'd be some company instead of dejectedly thumbing through a comic he'd already read twice.
He got up to answer the door, hoping like hell it was Nikki. Instead it was John and Punk could tell the man was drunk.
"Why don't you go back to your room and sleep it off Champ," Punk replied moving to shut the door.
"You need to shut up and listen for once," John said shoving his foot in the door and pushing the door back with enough unexpected force that Punk had to give a few inches and just like that John was in the room slamming the door behind himself.
"What do you want?" Punk asked.
"I'll tell you if you'd shut your sarcastic mouth for just a moment," John said, "you're on guard all the time. I understand that but you don't have to protect yourself from me."
Punk stumbled back, letting the big man further into the room, John staggered, and Punk pushed him in the direction of the bed he sat heavily on the edge of it.
"You wanna know why I'm so interested in who you fuck?" John demanded, "it's not because I want to get a preachy and tell you that you shouldn't do that, it's because I'm jealous. I'm jealous that Randy can be that open and blatantly tell you he wants you I hate how comfortable you and Bryan look together. I hate that I can't tell how I feel because I've never told anyone the truth."
"The truth about what?" Punk asked trying to process everything John had told him.
"I'm gay," he said, "I've been fighting it since I was in middle school. I did everything I could to be the opposite but I couldn't change how I felt. I've hid for years, I married the girl I took to high school prom."
"John," Punk said softly, coming to sit by him on the bed, he should have known something was up earlier in the night.
He should have known John wasn't the type of person to look down on him for who he hooked up with. And to discover that John was jealous of everyone else Punk had taken to bed.
"I want you," John said, "I'm no state to fight how I feel right now."
"Then don't," Punk said drowning in John's blue eyes.
A big hand cupped the side of Punk's face the thumb tracing through the scratchy stubble on his chin and he was pulled into a rough sloppy kiss. Not that he minded, he'd wondered what it would be like to kiss John and now he had the perfect excuse. And though he was sure John was pretty loaded, he was well aware that this was what the older man wanted, and Punk wanted it too, it had been so long since he'd been with anyone. They fell back on the bed, big hands settling themselves on Punk's hips as John dominated the kiss falling half on top of Punk. John broke the kiss to pant against Punk's shoulder.
"That was exactly how I imagined it," John smiled lazily against Punk's skin his hands sliding up from those nearly bare hips across his stomach, "you are everything I imagined."
"Really?" Punk whispered getting a little lost in the moment when he knew he should stop it.
This was likely just a one off, because John was drunk, and he knew this. He worried that he'd never get a chance to have this if he took the high road and if he went on without considering how John might feel in the morning. He was torn and in his hesitation, John showed none he kissed Punk's bare shoulder working his way down to his pierced nipples teasing them with his fingers and then his mouth.
He arched up moaning in delight, it had been so long.
"I know Vince asked you to be more commercial, and take out your piercings but these are sexy as hell," John tweaked the nipples with his fingers as he looked at Punk almost hungrily.
"We shouldn't…you've been drinking," Punk said, "You might think that way tomorrow."
"I think about having you like this everyday," John said, "but I'm too much of a chicken shit to face myself to tell you."
Punk hesitated and John continued his path down his body, kissing every letter on his straight edge tattoo. Kissing his hipbones slowly, lovingly. Lapping at the skin just above the tight pair of boxer briefs he was wearing.
"Can I take these off?" John questioned.
He slid them off and Punk scooted higher on the bed, waiting, for the next move. His leaking erection was against his quivering stomach, he was so turned on he was trembling.
"What should I do?" John asked, "I want to please you baby, but I've never done this before. You're just so perfect I just want to keep touching you."
"You're doing just fine," Punk managed to whimper and John slid a hand up his thigh while kissing his way down his hip.
His cock was fisted in an upstroke, as John studied it before leaning down to lick away a pearl of precum. Punk hissed bucking his hips but a big hand held him down.
"You make the prettiest sounds," John observed before returning his lips to Punk's manhood.
His technique was sloppy, but he made up for that with enthusiasm and lots of tongue. And it had been so long since Punk had been touched, he was two seconds from exploding as it were. And he wanted more. And then John was teasing him, slipping his tongue down Punk's shaft, the warm mouth and that sweet suction was gone.
He whined, afraid to ask him to keep going then something unexpected happened, the older man's tongue slid down lapping at his balls. He couldn't stop the little hum of pleasure he never thought that John would be so bold as to try that.
"You wax everything don't you?" John asked running a hand over his thighs spreading them as he did so, "you're so damn smooth."
Punk blushed, it was something all pro wrestlers did, though it had been awhile since someone had gotten this close to check. All rational thought was cut off when the roving tongue continued it's assault teasing his perineum then finally spearing his cheeks open roughly swiping against his entrance.
"Stop wiggling and let me…" John trailed off and that sinful tongue continued to tease Punk mercilessly, and he had hands on his hips stopping his movement.
"Please," Punk begged, he didn't know if he wanted the torture to continue or end. The teasing stopped, and the tongue probed him open, while his erection was roughly fisted.
The dual sensations was too much. The tongue probed deeper but it wasn't enough he needed more. It had been so long since anyone touched him like this, since he'd been properly fucked.
"Please just fuck me," Punk panted.
John actively ignored him and started playing with his balls before taking Punk's cock into his mouth again, locking his gaze on Punk's.
"Please," Punk pleaded.
John pulled off finally deciding to answer apparently.
"I might be bad at it," John said.
"Just want you in me," Punk panted, "I don't think you could be bad at this."
Punk sat up on the bed and smashed his lips against John's before reversing their positions, he took his time to appreciate John's muscular physique he let one of his hands probe up under his pillow smirking into the kiss when he found what he wanted he put the small bottle in plain view on the bed, before he went about divesting John of his clothing before he realized that there was a problem, he'd found the bottle of lube he'd used to get himself off hours before.
"I don't have any condoms," Punk said sadly.
"Nikki stashed some in my wallet for just in case," John said trying to reach for his pants but Punk was quicker.
Punk rifled through the older man's wallet and found what he was looking for he smirked, he definitely owed Nikki one. He continued his exploration of John's body teasing him a bit stroking the man's above average length. John didn't take his eyes off of him. Punk heard his breath hitch.
"I'm gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that," John mumbled.
"I'm only looking at you," Punk said straddling John's hips after he'd stealthily slipped the condom on him before spreading a generous amount of lube on his fingers.
He didn't break eye contact as he started to prepare himself, he fought to keep his eyes open and she stretched himself.
"Fucking hell," John's eyes kept darting up from Punk's face to the fingers that were disappearing inside him, "that is the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
Punk moaned especially loud not only had he brushed against his prostate but John was looking at him like a confection and he was using such naughty words. Punk kissed John using the distraction to sink down on the man's thick length. John took a hold of his hips stilling him for a moment.
"Let me just feel you for a minute," John whispered, "I never thought I'd get here. You're so tight, I don't think I can last."
"I'm not gonna last long either," Punk panted.
John's death grip on his hips relented and Punk took it as a sign that it was okay for him to move. And move he did, making sure the deep building strokes hit his prostate every time. He rocked his hips against John's before leaning forward to steal a kiss, his hair was dripping sweat down on his forehead but John didn't seem to mind. He was lost in bliss, it turned Punk on so much to make him feel like that. He couldn't stop himself from going faster, John's big hand closed around Punk's leaking erection stroking him in time to the movement of Punk's hips.
He slid his thumb over the head of Punk's cock, the unexpected change in rhythm threw him over the edge, and John followed with a yelp still reaffirming his death grip on Punk's hips.
"Pretty good for a first time," Punk panted climbing off him.
"Damn good," John grinned, "cause you did all the work."
Punk laughed, "We're all sticky, I'll be right back I'm gonna clean up."
He returned with a hot towel to find that John had discarded the condom in the trashcan and was lying on the bed watching him move across the room.
"You are absolutely stunning," John murmured.
Punk blushed he'd already cleaned himself off in the bathroom. He climbed in the bed and proceeded to do the same to John who was still watching him with lidded eyes.
"Why don't you get some sleep you look ten seconds from crashing," Punk observed nearly melting under the sleepy blue gaze the older man was so adorable after an orgasm.
"I don't want to stop touching you," John said.
"I'll be here in the morning," Punk said, "I might be persuaded to go another round."
"I love you," John pulled him in for a kiss.
Punk was stunned to say the least but he didn't doubt it he felt it in the kiss. It wasn't a drunken adulation it was as sincere as anything John said. Punk gave into the kiss. He tried not to think too much about what it meant, it had been so long since someone told him that, and when they did they took it back. He was living in a perpetual state of fear that this too was going to be taken away from him. So he decided he might enjoy it.
"Come on under the covers," John broke the kiss to put on his discarded boxers and turn back the covers, Punk obliged him by climbing under the covers.
"I don't think I'll be getting any sleep with you lying beside me all naked and delectable," John said.
"I always sleep naked," Punk allowed himself to be pulled into John's arms.
"I might wake you with a surprise," John smiled against his neck.
It didn't take long for John to fall asleep. Punk relaxed in his arms and found for once it was easy to sleep. He woke up just after dawn, it was hard to sleep for long periods sometimes two and three hours were the best Punk could hope for. He pulled on his discarded boxer briefs watched the sunrise, wishing like hell he had a decent cup of coffee, before returning to the bed. John rolled over draping a big arm over his stomach and Punk absently rubbed his fingers through the short locks on the man's head.
The door to his room opened seemingly of it's own accord, and not surprisingly in stepped Nikki holding a key card.
"So this is where you two ended up," Nikki said, "cute…"
Punk glared at her and whispered, "you bailed on us bitch."
"I'm not ashamed to say I had a wild night," Nikki flopped down on the bed.
"Don't wake him!" Punk said still talking in whispers not wanting to wake John.
"Drill sergeant was the one who said he wanted to get on the road by eight it's nearly seven already," Nikki pointed out.
"He's just so peaceful right now," Punk said with a shrug, "not to mention he might be a little hung over."
"He didn't drink at the bar," Nikki said.
"No he didn't," Punk slid out of John's arms letting the big guy cuddle the pillow, before heading over to his suitcase and pulling out a pair of jeans and slipping them on.
"What's that on your hips?"
A glance down made a low curse come from Punk's lips. He ran his fingers of the skin it was tender one was a bruising imprint of John's fingers, and the other was a hickey that John had put there during his first exploration of his body. Punk grinned and shrugged.
"You've got to be kidding me? You and John!" Nikki shouted.
Punk herded her out into the hallway thankful his outburst didn't wake John.
"We got into a stupid argument. I read it the wrong way and bailed and he started drinking," Punk said, "I thought the conversation was finished but he came back to my room, demanding that I shut my sarcastic mouth and listen to what he had to say. I thought he was calling me a slut and he wasn't he was telling me he was jealous of everyone else that had had the chance to be with me. And that he hated himself because he wasn't strong enough to tell me he wanted to be with me."
"Really?" Nikki said, "if I'd known this would be the result I'd gotten his ass drunk and sent him to your room months ago."
Punk laughed, "I wouldn't have let him in months ago."
"So how was it?" Nikki asked.
"Amazing," Punk said with a sigh, "I just feel like I shouldn't have let it get that far, it was kind of slutty for me to go that far with him while he was drunk. I was being selfish, I had this thought that if I didn't go for it there might not be another chance."
"That was irrational, everything is going to be just fine," Nikki said, "if you wanna slow things down I'm sure you could, he wouldn't make your relationship just about sex. He's not that kind of guy."
"He told me he loved me," Punk whispered sucking on his lip ring.
"Really? Oh how cute, was it before or after his orgasm?"
"After like five minutes after," Punk said, "it wasn't heat of the moment and he was really sincere."
"Aw," Nikki gushed.
"So what happened on your wild night?"
"That is a long wild story for another time," she said, "I promise you'll get details. Now wake up your man we gotta get on the road, I've still got packing to do so I'm gonna do that."
"What if he takes it back what if he decides we were a mistake?" Punk said panicking, "I don't know if can have that happen again."
"He won't," Nikki said, "he's loyal. Now stop freaking out and get your cute ass back in there, order some room service, wake him up and have the conversation."
Punk nodded and headed back into the room, he ordered breakfast for him and John and little for Nikki then he returned to the bed and it wasn't long before that heavy arm settle around his waist. Punk couldn't help but smile as John rubbed his cheek against his side.
I had a pretty good time writing this, if you can find the time drop me a review constructive criticism is welcome. More to come soon...