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 might just 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 4
Clothes off!
Having Nikki visit his hometown was something Punk should have done a long time ago. She fit in well with his friends and his sisters. And when he introduced her to Scott sparks flew. Seeing his boisterous Nikki being so shy and subdued because she obviously had a crush was refreshing. It was Friday and they had a couple people over and were just watching a movie and hanging out in his living room. When someone knocked on the door.
"I got it," Scott said, he was closest to the door it was house rules.
"Is Phillip home?"
Oh fuck he knew that gruff voice, what in the fuck was he doing here?
Punk got off the couch where he was wedged between Shaleen and Nikki. He slid in his socks on the hardwood he was walking so briskly; Vince had only came to his house once, when he'd had a shoulder injury while they were together and he was out for four weeks.
"Hey baby," Vince grinned.
"Have you ever heard of a cell phone?" Punk asked letting the man into his house.
"I was my way back from LA and had a layover in Chicago," Vince said.
"And layover makes you think of me naturally?" Punk rolled his eyes.
"Anything with the word lay in it makes me think of you," Vince said.
"Seriously, did you show up to flirt with me?" Punk asked, "I've got friends over we're watching a movie."
"We need to talk," Vince said.
"We can go into the kitchen," Punk said leading the older man through the living room.
Scott was still standing there slack jawed. Punk's relationship with Vince was deeply guarded secret, even from him and stopping by someone's house wasn't the way Vince did business or pleasure for that matter.
"Guys you know Vince," Punk said trying to sound causal, "Vince these are the guys."
"Hello," Vince greeted them amicably which was surprising.
Punk led him into the kitchen and shut the French doors that separated the kitchen and living room and he made a point to even pull down the blinds on the doors, thankful that Shaleen had convinced him how classy the blinds made the French doors look because Vince was on him in two seconds flat kissing him. Apparently talking was low on the agenda.
He missed this, he didn't know what in the hell had gotten into Vince but he liked it. They'd never been this bold before. He liked it, he hated hiding so much before. He knew the reality was that they couldn't be totally open obviously, but little things mattered to Punk, like the hello Vince had given to everyone on the living room.
Punk put his arms around the man he would give him this but they were going to talk before it went further than kissing. He was backed up against the island counter and Vince groaned breaking the kiss. Punk was panting momentarily dazed.
"We should really talk before…" Vince said pulling Punk close to him again, "I put you up on the counter. You have company and me fucking you on the counter would be impolite. In fact the whole way I'm doing this is impolite, I mean no imposition really."
"You could have called," Punk whispered.
"You ignore my calls 50 percent of the time," Vince said, "I send you gifts and you return them."
"True," Punk said, "I did keep the plant you sent. I repotted it and put it in the greenhouse."
"I knew sending you roses would be useless," Vince said.
"Taking them out of the earth isn't right," Punk said, "I wouldn't have been able to save them."
"Who takes care of your plants when you're not here?" Vince had never asked him the question.
"My mom or Chez's mom," Punk said, "We dig plants, I told you I was working on things with my mom."
"You did," Vince smiled.
"Are you hungry? I could make you something," Punk offered.
"So domestic," Vince said, "I like that. And yes, I'm always hungry. Especially when it comes to you."
"Seriously, do you want some food?" Punk said, "We have pizza but I can make you something if you want it."
"You cook?" Vince asked.
Punk rolled his eyes, Vince either grilled when they were together or had some of his hired help cook for them or they ordered in. Or he rented out whole restaurants for them to have dinner, he once took Punk to a sushi restaurant in Japan it wasn't romantic at all because it ended with Vince yelling at the hibachi cook for recognizing them. So it was reasonable that Vince had no idea that Punk knew his way around the kitchen.
"Pizza is fine with me, but I will hold you to making me dinner," Vince said, "though I'd rather just hold you."
Vince took a seat at the island and Punk went to grab the pizza and a plate.
"What do you want to drink?"
"I don't think you have any Scotch," Vince grinned.
"No, I'm all out of Scotch, but I think Scotty might have some beer," Punk said.
"You don't like how I taste after I've been drinking so I'll just have water," Vince said.
"You just assume that there will be taste tests and all," Punk said retrieving the water from the fridge.
"There are always taste tests with us," Vince replied, "because you're quite tasty."
Punk perched up on the counter while Vince ate just watching him, he was curious as to what brought the man to his doorstep. They'd been broken up for over a year, with occasional contacts and Vince occasionally trying to seduce him.
"All that aside, I do care for you Phillip," Vince said.
"You do?" Punk asked.
"You know I do," he said wiping his hand on the offered napkin, "you have a lovely home. I would like to see the bedroom again but I think we need to build some trust before I can do that."
"Not to mention I have friends over and it would be rude, for me to disappear in my bedroom for several hours with my boss," Punk said.
"I don't care what they think about us," Vince said, "I want to be with you again if that means we're more open with your friends and you trust them, that's all that matters to me."
"No one would believe any of them if they told and for all they know we could be talking about a brand switch," Punk said.
"I'm pretty sure your buddy who opened the door has a good idea, and I don't put it past Nicole to be holding a glass to the door trying to listen in," Vince said.
"She just might be," Punk smirked as Vince downed his water bottle.
"So what's with you and John?" Vince stood to put his plate in the sink and he surprised the hell of Punk by washing it and putting it in the drying rack.
Punk sighed, "I don't know where to start with that question."
Vince returned to his seat at the island and took Punk's hand, "I want us to work, for real this time. And in order to do that we need to be honest."
"What's going with you and Linda?" Punk asked.
"We're married and we haven't had sex in ten years I'm done pretending that's what I want and she's happy I leave her alone," Vince explained, "I'm not going to leave her she's a part of my brand. She's the mother of my children, and that doesn't change."
"I understand that," Punk said, "John is my friend. I don't want that to change."
"Are you sure? Because when he came into my office the other day he was acting like your boyfriend. Have you slept with him?"
"Yes," Punk revealed, "he got really drunk one night after we'd hung out after RAW. We'd gotten into a stupid fight I thought he was being judgmental but he was really jealous, because of the whole thing with Orton pursuing me. I stormed off and I guess he started drinking, he showed up at my room and he came out to me explained his whole marriage was a sham and we had sex. The next day he didn't remember it. I still haven't told him what happened."
"Damn," Vince said, "I don't know how anyone could forget you."
"I was pretty tame that night since it was his first time," Punk said.
"Did he let you top him?" Vince asked.
Punk shot the older man a look and a smirk, "I always bottom, you know that. But I did ride him. I was pretty tame and it was over pretty quick for both of us."
"You like him," Vince observed with a frown, "do you like him more than me?"
"Don't do this Vince," Punk said.
"Do what?" Vince grinned, "I've got eyes I know you think John is pretty, but from what you're saying he's so deep in the closet who knows when in the hell he's going to come out."
Punk bit his lip ring and met Vince's eyes.
Nikki banged open the French doors, and stood there with her hands on her hips. She looked quite imposing in her strapless dress with the cut out hearts on her sides with her dark eyes narrowed into slits
"Nicole," Vince greeted her good naturedly not bothering to let go of Punk's hand which he held tightly in his, "how are you my girl?"
"I've been better," she responded with an impassive expression, "Scott wanted some soda but was too chicken shit to get it himself."
"And you wanted to know what we were doing in here too?" Punk asked.
"Maybe just a little bit," Nikki shrugged walking around to the fridge, "What are you doing in here?"
"Talking things out," Vince said, "I'm trying to get Phillip to give me another chance."
"If he lets you actually call him Phillip you're taking more chances than most of us," Scott said.
Nikki tossed the Pepsi across the island and Scott caught it effortlessly.
"Shaleen found the old DDR mats, you up to play in a bit?" Scott asked backing out of the room.
Punk nodded watching his friends leave with Nikki dramatically sweeping the doors clothes her skirt flaring up behind her.
"Sorry about that," Punk blushed.
"They're looking out for you," Vince said, "which is good, because I'm about ten seconds away from having my wicked way with you before we even have a resolution."
Punk smiled slowly.
"A smile," Vince said, "I'm gonna do whatever I can to keep you smiling."
"A sure way to do that is to keep doing things like this," Punk said, "let me know that I'm not just a dirty little secret, let me know you care about me."
"That's easy," Vince said running his thumb over Punk's knuckle.
"What do you want from me?" Punk asked.
"I just want you," Vince said, "All of you, that's all I've ever wanted, no expectations. Do you want to go out there with your friends?" Vince said.
"You actually want to hang out with my friends?"
"I want to hang out with you, and they happen to be here," Vince said "I'm not an unreasonable man."
Nikki and Shaleen had made room for them on the couch, Nikki getting in Scott's lap and Shaleen, sitting on the arm of the couch.
Chez was sitting on the floor directing traffic. She'd broke out the old Playstation 2.
"We were just about to get started," she said with a wide smile, "we're about to pick teams."
The night wore on with Vince surprising Punk and actually dancing on the dance mat without much coaching on how it worked. Shaleen and Chez left early they both had to work in the morning, and Scott left after sharing an obnoxiously noisy kiss with Nikki in the hallway by the door.
"Do you think I could take a shower?" Vince said.
"Yeah," Punk said as he and Nikki were cleaning up the kitchen.
"Let me get my stuff out of my rental," Vince said.
"I can get it if you want," Punk said worried that some of his neighbors might notice Vince was there, Punk lived in a modest two story home on the north side not far from where grew up no one really bothered him but sometimes there were gawkers.
"It's all good," Vince headed out of the side door to get his stuff and Punk was staring after him.
Nikki smacked him with a wet dishcloth bringing him from his daze his hip stinging from where it connected.
"What the hell Nikki?" he asked.
"What the hell Punk?" she countered, "That's Vince, our boss he's here to see you for reasons not pertaining to work. We've got to have a conversation about that. As your loyal and devoted hag I could have had a heads up on the whole situation. And what about John?"
"I don't know," Punk said, "We will have a conversation."
Vince returned, and Punk showed him to the guest bathroom up stairs, Nikki's girly things were spread out in his.
"So am I being kicked out to the guest bedroom?" Nikki asked.
"No, he offered to sleep there," Punk said, "I wouldn't do that to you, you should know that Nikki."
"He must not have taken his penis pills," Nikki said.
"He doesn't need that stuff, he's ready to go whenever wherever," Punk said with a lecherous grin.
"Sure, sure," Nikki laughed, "he's old he's taking something you just haven't seen it. And what about his wife?"
"She's in Connecticut ," Punk shrugged, "running her various social groups and charities. One time she caught us fucking in the big house he thought she was campaigning and was having me over."
"Bent over," Nikki smirked.
"We hadn't gotten that far yet," Punk said trying to hide the fact that he was blushing, "he was having a drink and playing a little music trying to get me to dance with him and I did and she came in and reminded me of everything that I wasn't going to have."
"OMG what did she say?" Nikki said.
Punk took a deep breath, he felt like he was back in that moment almost two years ago, the moment that was one of the deciding factors that ended him and Vince. It had really hurt his feelings not to mention he'd been so embarrassed to be caught there.
"She said don't fuck the boy in the kitchen dear he doesn't look clean. And have whatever wing of the house you have him in laundered and the carpets shampooed," Punk said, "she didn't look at me like I was even a person like I was this thing. And he didn't even stand up for me. He just stood there. I felt like I wasn't good enough to be there in their world, I haven't felt like that since high school."
"I'm so sorry Punky," Nikki rubbed his arm, "I've never been in that situation."
"I think I still love him Nikki," he said, "I can't be with John earnestly even if he were ready until I resolve this with Vince."
"I do have one question?" Nikki said.
"Yeah," Punk said wiping the counter off.
"Did he fuck you in the kitchen after she asked him not to?" she asked.
"He fucked me all over that house," Punk said with a grin realizing what she'd really been asking.
"He obviously doesn't follow the same line of thinking as the hag he married," she grinned, "and maybe he's had too many arguments with her over little shit, the best way to prove it was by showing you."
"I never thought about it like that," he said, "she actually caught us again in the living room on her Peruvian 18th century rugs. She nearly had an aneurysm, he didn't stop despite the fact that she was squealing and flopping around."
"Okay, I don't know if I can ship Punk/Vince but I can be supportive," Nikki said.
"Are you talking that fan girl stuff again?" Punk said, "Which is your favorite pairing?"
"We both know I ship John/Punk," she said, "I've even contributed to a few web sites with a few fantasies I had about it."
"Seriously?" Punk said.
"Yeah," she said, "Brie doesn't agree, she's definitely Punk/Orton. It divides twins sometimes that how serious it is. Nattie was telling me that she was definitely for you and Jeff."
"Hardy?" Punk spat trying to take a sip of diet soda.
"Yep," Nikki said.
"Who would even top?" Punk said.
"You're versatile," Nikki grinned.
"I know but I like getting fucked way too much," Punk said, "I don't think Jeff has it in him to top."
"You'd be surprised what you'll read," Nikki said.
"I wish you would have told me about this like a week ago when I was shamefully getting myself off in my hotel room thinking about how John looked without his shirt," Punk said, "I would have been reading some of that."
"Is he singing?"
"Yes, we do that you know," Punk said.
"He's singing Lady Gaga," Nikki said still horrified.
"Yes," Punk said calmly.
"I thought maybe he would be singing something from his own time, like Sinatra or something," she said.
"Gaga is from his time," Punk said, "he's not what you think. He's actually pretty cool. He took me to a Stones concert and we even went to see Rancid once, he was very uncomfortable at the Rancid show but he did it for me."
"That's sweet," Nikki said.
"Yeah, I didn't really see it before but now I can appreciate it," Punk whispered he'd never been more confused in his life.
Once the kitchen and living room were tidied to his specifications, which made Nikki groan when navigated around her with the small vacuum cleaner.
"You don't like it teach your boyfriend to chew with his mouth closed," Punk said dryly once he'd gotten all the crumbs off his carpet, Nikki turned out the lights and set the alarm system and they walked upstairs.
Vince was just getting out of the shower and was in the guest room with the door open wearing nothing but a pair of silk pajama bottoms. Nikki stopped briefly to gape, for a man of his age he was in excellent shape, the hard ridges of his abdomen on total display and he was slightly tanned as always. Punk bit his lip and Vince smirked. He pushed Nikki ahead and stopped in the doorway.
"I'm just getting ready to go to bed alone…" Vince said.
"Oh don't be like that," Punk said, "we can't rush this…"
"I know you need time," Vince said, "I'll give you whatever you want."
"Whatever I want, huh?" Punk asked.
"You're not going to whine to me about ice cream bars again," Vince sighed, "Didn't I get you some?"
"They weren't the same," Punk pouted, "I want WWE ice cream bars with me on them."
"That lip is adorable," Vince said, "you should go to bed before I drag you in here and tie you up."
"Promises, promises," Punk said with a smirk before darting away.
He walked into his bedroom to find Nikki already in her camisole and shorts brushing her long hair.
"Gramps doesn't take long at all does he?"
"Shut up, we didn't do anything, I was in the hallway the entire time," Punk said heading into the bathroom to change into a pair of basketball shorts.
Nikki was already in bed, "Come on Punky Pal give me a cuddle."
Punk shook his head and turned out the lights and climbed in the bed and put his arms around Nikki.
"So you and Vince?"
"Yep," Punk whispered.
"How long?"
"Since my developmental days," Punk said, "he came he leered and he took me back to his hotel room. I had a little crush as soon as I met him. He did things to me I couldn't pronounce and we were together every since."
"And he's never given you a leg up in the company?" she asked.
"We're not about that," Punk said, "I'm not about that, I would never ask him for that. I know he doesn't see me for who I am in the ring. I want to get somewhere because of my merits."
"I understand," she said, "some people think of me as a talking pair of tits."
"It doesn't have to be that way Nikki," Punk said, "you just have to be that girl doesn't compromise how she looks and who she is to get where she wants to be. You can be sexy but you also have to let people know that sex appeal isn't all you have to offer."
"So until tonight no one knew about you and Vince?"
"Linda knew, and Stephanie," Punk said, "Steph still likes to tease me about how she opened Vince's office and there I was sitting on his desk naked."
"Indian style of course," Nikki chuckled.
"We can't call it that anymore, but yes," Punk told her, "and I'm sure Hunter and Shawn knew about. Ric knows about it too and Booker T happened to walk in on a particular scene between me and Vince that scarred him for life I'm sure. And John knows. He walked in on me and Vince on Tuesday."
"Were you doing it?"
"No, he kissed me and was trying to talk me into doing more than that," Punk said.
"How could he not?" Nikki said, "if I were a sixty year old perv I would have tried to hit it. Hell I'd hit it anyway."
"So how are things with you and Scott?"
"I really like him," Nikki said, "he's nice and he's a real person, you know and in this business it's nice. And he's a good kisser."
"I'm happy for you Nikki," Punk said.
"I'm happy for you too Punk," she whispered, "It looks like things are going to be good with you and Vince."
"Maybe," Punk whispered.
It was six am when he woke up, it was still dark outside, the perfect time for a run, it would give him a clear head for the start of the day. He went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth trying to think of what he planned on doing for the day. He gave Nikki a little nudge, she was supposed to go to the gym with Scott and then they were going to go around and see Ace and the guys they would go crazy for Nikki Bella.
"I'm going for a run," he told her, "if you don't get up and get started you'll be late. Scott is always ten to fifteen minutes early for every commitment he has. Annoying but you gotta respect the effort."
He made a point of actually putting on underwear and grabbing an Under Armor shirt and a light jacket it was freezing out socks and his favorite pair of Nikes and he was down the stairs grabbing some water, his phone and headphones already in place the randomness that was his playlists already blaring in his ears. Nikki was at least sitting up, getting ready to get up when he'd left the bathroom, at max Scott would have to wait ten minutes.
Punk left out the back not bothering to rearm the system Nikki would be leaving soon so there was no point. An hour of pounding the pavement around his city watching the sun rise he headed back home. Entering from the kitchen and downing another bottle of water, he went to sit for a moment in the big leather recliner in the kitchen watching the early morning sunlight filter through the blinds, he missed this when he was on the road, the early mornings in his quiet house.
Movement on the stairs startled him out of his introspective appreciation of a winter morning.
"I'll give you a couple hundred for your thoughts," Vince said from behind him.
"Sometimes I forget to stop and just take in the little things," he said taking his eyes off the light dancing on the hardwood to regard Vince, "if I did, I'd spend a little less time being miserable."
Vince was freshly showered wearing dark slacks and v-neck sweater, he smelled like expensive cologne and he looked busy and polished even when he was just standing there. It was kind of heard for Punk to believe that a man like that was remotely interested in him but what Vince had done last night had showed him that he was indeed interested in him.
"If I have anything to say about it I'll make damn sure you're not miserable," Vince said reaching out and pulling Punk to his feet.
"Want me to make some breakfast?" Punk asked as Vince pulled him close.
"There's not much that I'd like more," Vince grinned at him.
Punk stripped out of his jacket and hung it on the coat rack by the kitchen door and then he pulled off his sneakers and socks and put the along with his shirt in the laundry room. He was a little warm from his run and the heater was on low he could stand it and tried to push his sweat slicked hair back from his forehead before he went to wash his hands. Vince had sat down at a barstool and was watching him move around the kitchen.
"Aren't you going to lose the pants too?" Vince asked.
Punk returned dryly, "It's not a smart thing to cook in the nude."
"Like I'd let you get any cooking done if I had you naked in here," Vince said, "I know it's too soon."
Punk worked on the omelets chopping up tomatoes, chives, and onions and a little bit of ham. Then he worked making the batter for the waffles. He turned on the waffle maker and took out the fruit that he and Nikki had just bought, the day before and a bag of Toll House Morsels, that Nikki wanted to make cookies with well she wanted him to make cookies with, and some whipped cream in the can.
"So many things to play with," Vince met Punk's eyes, the stark longing he found in the man's eyes was overwhelming, he wanted to give in but they needed time, "things that can make you even more delicious."
"Vince," Punk squirmed for a minute debating what he was going to do.
"I'm only teasing you, Phillip," Vince said, "I'm not going give you what you want today. You're going to beg me for it next time we're together. I won't take advantage of you."
Punk nodded and poured the batter in the waffle maker after spraying it with non-stick cooking spray as well as his omelet skillet. While he waited for the waffle to cook after the omelets had finished..
He stood across from Vince at the island, and he went to work with his fruit first spraying whipped cream on an unsuspecting strawberry, which he didn't just eat he sucked all the whipped cream off of it. Vince's eyes were glued to him following his every move. Punk met his eyes unabashed. Then he relieved the waffle maker of his chocolate chip waffle, and then went to add Vince's blueberry one. He took a seat the island deciding to kick his seduction up a notch.
Then he let his bare foot brush up against Vince's leg, he was ignored, but he could tell it was a hardship for Vince to carry on with his teasing. One thing Punk was sure of, whenever they had everything worked out and Vince decided to fuck him he was in for it the thought turned him on more than anything.
Vince's hand closed quickly around his wrist pulling him off the barstool and into his waiting arms. Their lips met, the reaction was what Punk expected. Vince broke the kiss and Punk was dazed as he always was from the older man's kisses.
Vince leaned close to whisper, "You taste like strawberries, so sweet. I just want to touch you. We don't have to go all the way. I want to make my beautiful boy feel good."
A beep from the waffle iron chirped.
"Your waffle is ready," Punk managed to mumble.
"Can we take them upstairs and the fruit?" Vince asked, "We can leave the omelets for Nicole and Scott."
Punk nodded slowly, "Does this mean…I officially have a boyfriend? It would be nice to know."
"Yes," Vince said, "and tell your little fan club on the roster that you have a boyfriend, who is watching their every move with you."
Punk gathered what they planned on taking upstairs unplugging the waffle iron as he went, Vince lead the way carrying the fruit, whipped cream and syrup to the guest room he'd just vacated.
"We can make a mess in here, without getting on Nicole's bad side," Vince said proudly.
Punk had wanted to have this transaction his bedroom but Nikki wouldn't be pleased her stuff was all over the bed. He didn't want to change the sheets Vince had slept on. He wanted to be able to curl up and smell him on linens.
Punk closed the door, "How long do we have?"
"Two hours," Vince said, "strip."
Punk pushed the shorts down his hips slowly, he could have been a bit more seductive but he felt like he'd teased Vince too much as it was.
"I'm still sweaty and gross from my run," Punk blushed.
"Beautiful, I like when you're sweaty," Vince observed watching every move Punk made, "Get in the bed, let me take care of you."
Punk thought it would be kinkier to start, but Vince didn't take off his clothes, though Punk could see that he was hard, and the he commenced feeding Punk his chocolate chip waffle. He didn't protest, but he did make sure he was still teasing Vince at every chance. Vince ate his blueberry waffle before they started with the fruit. Punk had tried feeding him but his boyfriend would have none of it. Once most of the fruit was gone, Vince was looking at him with a wicked gleam in his eye, shaking the can of whipped cream. He applied it liberally to Punk's chest, completely covering his small nipples, before drawing a line that led from his belly button to his groin, completely covering his erection with the cream and making him moan at the cold sensation.
Punk was amazed, Vince rarely if ever gave him oral, it wasn't something the older man did. In fact Vince had told him he'd been the only man he'd ever gone down on. Punk really liked the exclusivity of that, especially now, it meant something. He'd taken it before as that Vince was selfish only did it because he'd asked him about it. Vince spread his legs roughly bringing his thoughts back to the present when he sprayed whipped cream on his thighs that slipped down to his balls. Vince watched it slide and added more.
Vince worked efficiently lapping at the whipped cream on his chest, sucking Punk's piercings into his mouth biting and sucking them and Punk couldn't stop his moans, he kissed his way down Punk's belly dipping his tongue in the belly button collecting the whipped cream he'd found there and then tracing the line that ran a few inches down to his groin.
Vince teased him at first ridding the entire area of whipped cream, deftly licking it off his cock and balls, slowly teasing him applying no suction whatsoever. And when he went to chase the whipped cream that slid he fisted Punk's cock stroking it slowly as he licked him. For someone who wasn't into sucking cock, Vince liked to rim him and had an overall obsession with Punk's ass. He proved it by slipping his tongue between his cheeks making sure he'd captured all of the cream. Then licking away the trails of whipped cream that had slid down his thighs and gathered southward all while still stroking his cock.
Then he moved up again being sure, he'd gotten everything. Then he gave Punk a decisive wink before he started sucking him off with abandon, yes, he was proving a point. Then Punk started to worry if there had been someone else who'd made Vince enjoy sucking cock. But that worry disappeared when his brain started to short circuit when slick fingers entered him stretching him slowly. They felt so good gently brushing against his prostate making him mewl.
He wasn't ashamed to admit that sometimes yes, he sounded like a cat during sex, a fact that he would only admit after the act was over and he was called on it. Vince took more of his cock, not quite deep throating but putting more effort into then he had the last time he'd gone down on Punk. His fingers working at their own rhythm making Punk come undone, he was totally wrecked canting his hips not sure if he wanted to grind himself down on those fingers or if he wanted to try and get more of his cock into Vince's mouth.
"I'm gonna…" Punk tried being polite and pulling out.
Vince's held onto his hips and wouldn't let him move and in fact he sucked harder. Punk couldn't help it he had warned Vince he came thrusting his hips up. Vince swallowed everything he had to give pulling off pressing a soft kiss to Punk's softening cock.
"You are so beautiful when you do that," Vince panted.
"Can I take care of you?" Punk was reaching for the button on Vince's pants.
"This wasn't about me, baby, it was about you," Vince explained, "coming here to see you spending time with you proving that I'm in this 100 percent."
"But I want to make you feel good," Punk whined.
"Just being with you makes me feel good," Vince said, "if I have to jack myself raw I'm good knowing that I've gone about things the right way in getting you back."
"You wanna wait?" he asked.
"Yes," Vince said, "until you're sure you're ready. I don't want to take advantage of you."
"We had sex for the first time the night we met," Punk said, "you won't be taking advantage of me I know what I'm getting into."
"This time it's different," Vince said, "Earlier this week when I tried to initiate something between us I realized I'd done things with us the wrong way. I made you feel like you were that mistress fucked in the dark always on my terms however I wanted it. I really don't see things like that Phillip and I'm sorry it's the way it's felt for you. I'm trying this time."
"I understand," Punk said meeting Vince's eyes, "you're giving me what I asked you for."
Vince grinned, "You were pretty hot barging into my office like that all oiled up and in your ring gear calling me out for being jealous, and yes, I'm very jealous of anyone who stands a chance with you. And John is all the things I'm not, he's available, he's always sincere with his emotions and he gets to spend a lot more time with you now than he used to not to mention, he's walking around looking like he looks. I want to give you the two things you say were missing from our relationship, love and respect."
"Vince…" Punk whispered.
"I can and I will give that to you," Vince said.
"At least let me…" Punk trailed off.
"No, baby," Vince said, "When I think I've made up for making you feel that way you can do whatever you want with me. Hell you could even top me."
"Seriously?" Punk asked.
"Yes," Vince told him, "Right now I'm going to take care of myself."
"Am I allowed to watch?" Punk asked.
"Of course," Vince said he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket intent to use it to stop himself from making a mess Punk had other ideas.
He took himself out of his slacks slowly palming his erection keeping eye contact with Punk all the while.
"Please let me…" Punk was almost begging.
"No now watch me like a good boy," Vince smirked speeding up his strokes his eyes crawling down the length of Punk's body.
Punk licked his lips, he wanted to go down on Vince, it had been so long, he wanted to please him. Punk believed that there should always be a favor for a favor. Especially when it came to sexual favors.
"You are so sexy," Vince told his hand speeding up across his length, "I haven't taken anyone to bed since we ended things."
Punk sighed it didn't matter who Vince had taken to bed or he hadn't. Vince didn't say that he hadn't been with anyone, just that he hadn't taken anyone to his bed. Punk read into it that it was nothing serious, just a couple of one offs, he'd get the truth later. And he knew how to do it.
"Do you remember the weekend we spent in New York?" Vince asked.
Punk smiled, "I hid your phone."
"You were extremely naughty for doing that," Vince said.
"You weren't paying attention to me," Punk said with a pout, "A guy has got to have his tricks."
"You had plenty that weekend," Vince said, "I especially liked the part where we made use of that huge bathtub."
Punk smirked, "That was good, but what about when you had me on the balcony?"
"You're an exhibitionist," Vince said.
"You're just now figuring that out?" Punk asked, "Are you going to let me help you out or not."
"No," Vince said steadily stroking himself, "I keep thinking about all the times and ways I've had you. I've missed you Phillip. Those amazing thighs, your beautiful tattoos, I could get off just looking at you."
Punk ducked his head in a an attempt to hide the blush in his cheeks. Vince speed up his strokes and Punk finally met his eyes again.
"I want to fuck you," Vince said, "want you on your back so you can look at me, the way that only you are capable of looking at me. Like you could swallow me whole with just your eyes."
Punk watched him frowning a bit, the statement was so familiar, and he couldn't remember why. Vince pumped himself faster under Punk's gaze while he was distracted by his thoughts, the older man came catching his release in the handkerchief he had in his left hand. Punk was disappointed he planned on catching it a different way.
Vince pulled Punk in for a kiss, and then fixed him with a stare, fingers stroking up Punk's neck.
"You want to mark me," Punk said reading the man's expression.
"I want something more permanent," Vince said.
"A tattoo," Punk said confusedly.
"No, jewelry," Vince said, "though I wouldn't mind seeing my name inked on your skin, I've got to completely win your trust and let you open yourself up to loving me again. As for the tattoo it would have to be hidden some place where no one could see it. Those fan girls of yours would spot it in a minute."
"Jewelry?" Punk asked, "You want to buy me jewelry? Body jewelry?"
"No, the regular kind," Vince said.
"Have you ever seen me wear jewelry?"
"I've seen you in watches," Vince said, "and I know you'd wear whatever I bought of course after throwing a fit about how expensive it was."
Punk smirked and let the man kiss his neck.
"Get dressed you're going to walk me out and kiss me at the door like a good boyfriend," Vince said tucking himself away.
Punk got up and pulled on his shorts, Vince took him by the hand and lead him downstairs his bag thrown over his shoulder. They walked to the back door in the kitchen.
"I'm in this for keeps," Vince said pressing against Punk when they reached the doorway.
"I believe you," Punk said gazing into Vince's eyes.
"Now be a good boy and give me a kiss," Vince said.
Punk obliged him snaking his arms around his shoulders, pressing himself even closer and canting his hips a little bit knowing it would bring a reaction as their lips met, and Punk could taste himself on the man's tongue and he ended up teasing himself right along with Vince.
They were both panting when they broke the kiss.
"I'd better get going," Vince said, "or I'll never leave."
"Chicago is a wonderful city," Punk said, "I didn't properly welcome you."
"Well, at least you're giving me a pleasant goodbye," Vince said.
"I'll see you in Florida," Punk said as Vince made his way out he watched him go down the walk offering another wave when he reached his rental.
Punk went up and took a shower, and got himself off again thinking about the things that had happened between him and Vince. When he got out he was surprised to find Nikki sitting on his bed.
"Gramps has left the building huh?" she asked.
"He had meetings today," Punk shrugged.
"We've got things to do today Punky Pal," she said, "you should get dressed. Not that I mind you standing here naked, but none of that is for me."
"What things did you have in mind?" he said doing air quotes.
"Shopping for starters," Nikki said.
"Vince and I are back together, so that scraps the plan of turning John on so much that he can't keep his hands off me," Punk said.
"We still gotta keep gramps interested," she shrugged watching him pull on a pair of jeans that were especially worn out in the knees that he must have owned for a least ten years.
"That's exactly what I'm talking about," she said, "I'm not saying that we go to the mall and lose our minds, we can hit up a thrift store get a few pieces you like that I approve. You have an amazing body, that you love showing off in the ring, why not let that carry over into your regular life? I do."
"Which is why I see side boob in January," Punk said dryly, "I'm willing to give it a try, on the off chance that Vince happens to take me to dinner. I don't want to go looking like a hobo when he's taken the liberty of renting out the entire restaurant."
That was consequently how two hours later, he was wearing a vintage Batman baseball tee and the tightest pair of black skinny jeans in the world while Nikki studied him with an appraising gaze. Scott had tagged along and he was of no help afraid that if he sided with Punk he wouldn't get laid.
"I like that," she said, "Can you sit down in those?"
"I highly doubt it, what size are these anyway?" he questioned.
"A twenty eight," she smirked, "In women's we wear the same size Punky pal, but a different inseam of course."
"I always wear a thirty two, in men's," Punk said, "because despite who I fuck I am a man."
Nikki rolled her eyes, "Scotty, would you come look at Punk?"
They were standing in the dressing room and Scott was pacing the outside with Nikki's huge purse, he shyly poked his head through the curtain.
"Tell your woman these are a bit too tight," he said turning away from his friend he was certain if he tried to sit he'd probably rip the pants, "if I can get a thirty I won't even complain that they're women's jeans."
Nikki and Punk were both looking at Scott for answers, he turned red as a tomato his eyes crawling the length of Punk's body.
"Damn it Punk you've gone and turned my boyfriend on," Nikki said, "as if I weren't already dealing with this from John. I swear that ass of yours is kryptonite. Thank you Scott you've answered my question, you may leave."
Scott left offering an apologetic smile at Punk who was stunned by his odd behavior, man had seen him naked numerous times, why was it seeing him a pair of faded black skin tight jeans getting him hot and bothered? He'd always thought his friend was completely straight, a fact that was proven by their second meeting when Punk tried to get Scott to go to bed with him. Surprisingly things weren't awkward, the two of them didn't know awkward.
Punk tried sitting down and it was difficult but not impossible, mercifully Scott thrust his hand through the curtain with a an identical pair of jeans to the ones Punk was wearing in a thirty.
"Truce?" Punk asked of Nikki.
"Only if I can get you a pair in light wash," she said, "this is one of the best thrift stores in the city, thank Google. And so many women recycle their jeans these days. And you need new sneakers, we'll go to Footlocker and I can pick whatever color I want."
"You may," Punk said.
He walked out of the store with five vintage tee shirts, all smaller than he would have normally worn, a cool looking leather blazer, and three pairs of jeans all of which played to his strengths, as Nikki said which were his thighs and of course his ass and he didn't disagree. He absolutely couldn't wait to walk into Vince's office wearing one of his new outfits and to gauge the man's reaction.
They had lunch in a small retro café, and he even took Nikki comic shopping and she actually bought a Wonder Woman issue and talked incessantly about how she used to want to dress like a superhero when she was a kid and now she got paid to do that and to punch other women in the face.
Scott went home he was preparing for another trip overseas, his flight would leave in the morning, Nikki debated spending the night with him but conceded that would lead to sex and they hadn't been dating long enough and it might screw things up.
Nikki did laundry while Punk baked the cookies she'd been begging for, he cleaned up a bit reluctantly changing the sticky sheets in the guest room. He texted Vince for a bit while he lounged on the couch. The doorbell rang and Nikki rushed out from the kitchen to answer it. She was wearing a skimpy sweater dress that showed more than it covered and sky high heels, he was hoping she hadn't planned on going out with Scott dressed like that she was going to freeze her ass of it was snowing again.
"Go get dressed, wear the light jeans and the Ramones tee," she hissed at him.
"Why it's just Scott? And we're going to dinner at the same place we always go to dinner at," Punk questioned.
"We are not going to that place we're going out," Nikki said, "I wanna experience the night life in your city I wanna shake my thang!"
"I will only if you promise to never say that again," Punk said dryly before he pulled himself off the couch as she was letting Scott in.
He dressed quickly taking a moment to brush his hair off his forehead and slick it back. It had gotten long and he knew it wouldn't be long before he buzzed all of it. When he walked back downstairs, he was genuinely surprised to see John Cena sitting on his couch. Punk stood gaping on the bottom step.
John was nervous as hell showing up on Punk's doorstep unannounced, but he had to fucking do something when Nikki told him that Vince had spent the night. He didn't press for details but Nikki told him anyway they'd slept in separate rooms, because she surely wasn't giving up her spot in Punk's bed without a fight. So he hopped a flight after the last house show instead of enjoying his one day off in Tampa.
Nikki pulled Colton inside and waited a few seconds before pulling John in the house, "he just went upstairs to get dressed."
"You didn't tell him I was coming did you?"
"No," Nikki said, "we need the element of surprise for my plan to work."
Scott had followed the smell of cookies to the kitchen and Nikki followed him.
"You didn't bake those Nik?" John asked.
"No," Nikki said shutting the kitchen doors.
John shrugged and sat down on the couch, he'd left his stuff in the rental, he was nervous as fuck and wasn't sure how this was going to turn out but he had to try. Even if it meant finally telling Punk the truth. He cracked his knuckles and rubbed his palms together to try and quell his nervousness. Footsteps on the stairs drew his attention there.
He watched as Punk moved down the steps, wearing a tight black Ramones tee shirt and an equally tight pair of light skinny jeans and some converse on his feet. Gulping John stood slowly, not sure if he should salute bow or thank Nikki because he was sure that she was the reason Punk was wearing skinny jeans right now. He took his hat off and couldn't find anything to say Punk seemed to be just as speechless for once.
"You don't have to stand and take off your hat," Punk chided hopping off the bottom step, "just because I am wearing girl pants I'm not one. This isn't an old Cary Grant movie either so you can stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?" John feigned innocence with a bright smile.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Punk ignored him.
"It was a last minute decision," John said, "I texted Nikki told her I wanted to do something fun, she told me to hop a flight you guys were going out tonight to see Scott off."
He had the oddest expression on his face, somewhere between that wild look he sometimes gets in the ring and a pensive kind of look that he gets when he's in a one on one situation. John isn't sure which Punk he's going to get. Punk walked past John into the kitchen and John is gifted with the sight of Punk's ass in those tight jeans, complete deliciousness and he followed him falling into step behind him without realizing it.
"Hey you two cows," Punk said, "Why are you in here scarfing cookies when you planned this night of celebration?"
Scott nearly dropped the cookie he was trying to eat, Nikki carries on chewing from her spot on the counter top.
She chewed almost lasciviously swallowing before speaking, "But they are so delicious Punk, you really have outdone yourself with these. Anyone would be lucky to have a boyfriend that bakes like you and man can you rock a pair of jeans."
Scott said nothing but offered Punk a cookie which he refused, "It'll go straight to my hips."
Nikki grinned and offered him two cookies, "I think that your hips are delightful."
"They are wide," Punk pointed out.
"They are sexy," John said before he could stop himself.
"I agree completely," Nikki said, raising her eyes to Scott, "a little help baby."
She flitted her lashes at him and he laughed helping her off the counter top John was thankful that Nikki decided to wear panties, the sweater dress was too short not to have.
"So are you going to bake me cookies while I'm in Japan?" Scott asked Nikki.
"That's not a good idea," Nikki said, "My baking is disastrous at best, and my cooking is even worse. I gave John food poisoning because he sat in the kitchen with me while I baked a cake."
"It's true," John said.
"I plan on teaching her how to cook," Punk said with a slow smile.
"Those omelets you made this morning were delicious," Nikki said, "Scotty wouldn't take me to breakfast and it was nice someone thought of me."
"I had to handle some last minute business," Scott said.
"Your mom called you and you were running," Nikki said.
"She made breakfast, I asked you to come," Scott said.
"It's too soon," she said, "not to mention I would have had to change clothes I can't meet your mom with my side boob showing."
"You met mine with your pajamas on," Punk put in, "she was never more excited to see a young woman in her night clothes hanging out in my house."
"Well, the two of you were having an interesting conversation downstairs and I had to check it out," Nikki grinned.
"You met my mom in your ring gear," John shrugged.
"Okay, okay," Nikki said, "quiet both of you. If I admit I was nervous will you stop looking at me like that?"
"Nope," Punk laughed, "serves you right."
"We're going to go warm up the car," Scott said helping Nikki into her coat both were wearing sly grins.
"While they are doing that we need to talk," John said.
"Alright," Punk said, "I have a few things I'd like to say as well."
Once Nikki and Punk had escaped to the driveway wearing twin grins.
"Those two fuckers think they are so clever," Punk muttered before meeting John's eyes, "what'd you want to talk about?"
"You look good tonight," John blurted, not at all what he meant to say and he only got a raised eyebrow in response and had to back pedal, "N-not that you don't always look good."
"You like the outfit," Punk said with a grin, "Nikki convinced me to change my look up. I really like the shirts I got, the jeans could be a little looser."
"You work hard on your physique you should show it off," John said.
"Haven't you seen what I wear to the ring?" Punk asked, "I think I show myself off enough at work."
"Haven't you noticed some of your opponents are a little too eager to get their hands on you?" John asked.
"Nemeth and Orton love to play grab ass in dark matches," Punk said, "Fucking Neanderthals. That's why I dress like a hobo other than not really giving a fuck, I want people to see me and not my ass. I want to be the reason they talk to me or not. And I'm never really sure if people are actually attracted to me or if they think I'm easy because of what I wearing in the ring."
"You easy? Hardly," John said, "I think that you should dress however you want. I also think you could include me in that group of men that are too eager to get their hands on you in the ring. But I also noticed that I had to work to even get to know you as much as I have. I like that, and I've never met a more impressive challenge."
"A challenge huh?" Punk grinned, "John, why is it that you're so eager to get your hands on me when we're in the ring?"
"Because…well…it's the only time I'm allowed to touch you," John said, "Only a few people know…that I'm… I didn't want to say this like this…"
"John," Punk sighed moving to stand directly in front of John his gentle hands on his shoulders made John meet his eyes, "you can tell me anything you want and I'll understand. Are you attracted to me?"
"Hell yes," he breathed relieved, "I've known I was gay since middle school. But I've been to scared to tell anyone. I've never even kissed a guy, I married the girl I went to prom with in my attempt to hide from myself. But I can't hide anymore."
"This is a big decision for anyone," Punk said, "especially a person with a life so public."
"It doesn't stop you," John said.
A small smile lifted the corner of Punk's mouth it was adorable, "When I want to do something there's not much that can stop me."
"Would you like to have breakfast just you and me tomorrow?" John asked.
"You mean like a date?" Punk was frowning.
"Yes," John said.
"It can't be a date," Punk whispered, "I'm seeing someone."
"You and Vince?" John asked feeling like he'd been punched in the gut he was breathless.
"We have a lot of history," Punk explained, "I wouldn't be being fair to any of us if I didn't give it another chance."
"Is he going to give you what you need?" John asked, "you looked so miserable when you were in his office on Monday. I haven't ever seen you look that miserable before."
"It's going to be different this time," Punk assured him though it sounded like Punk was trying to convince himself as well.
John nodded, "I won't give up."
"I know," Punk said, "I wouldn't expect anything less from you Champ."
"You don't understand," John said stepping into Punk's personal space, "I'm going to be waiting and wanting you. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you. I need you to know that. I'm not like Randy I'm not just after your body, I'm not going pester you constantly about giving me some. Nor I am I going to follow you around like some salivating fan boy. I'm going to be your friend just as I have been."
Punk was still watching him with those all consuming eyes, a bit of trepidation on his face.
"I need to tell you something," Punk finally whispered, "you might not be so set on me after I tell you."
"Okay tell me…" John said.
"I should have said something before," Punk said, "We'll talk about it over breakfast."
"Can't you tell me now?" John asked worried.
"It would ruin the night," Punk said, "I want us to have fun tonight."
John watched as Punk pulled on one of the jackets he had hanging from the coat rack by the back door, he shut off the kitchen lights and pressed buttons on his security key pad patting his pockets to make sure he had keys and wallet before ushering John outside, the he stepped out too shutting and locking the door.
Nikki was grinning as they approached the double cab Hemi Scott was driving she was in the front seat wrapped up in her jacket. Scott was fiddling with the radio. He opened the door for Punk who glared at him, but then climbed into the backseat of the truck, giving him a sensational view of his ass. Nikki was a genius, though John would never tell her this, he might however buy her jewelry for managing to get Punk into those jeans. He shut the door and walked around to the other side climbed in and clipped on his seat belt.
"Put on your seat belt fucker," Scott said obviously to Punk who wasn't making any moves to put on his seat belt, "or we can sit here all night."
"Fine by me," Punk said.
"Why do I waste my breath?" Scott said.
"Come on Punky Pal," Nikki cooed from the front seat.
"I got this," John leaned over, and clipped Punk's seat belt into place.
Punk raised an eyebrow but said nothing, Scott finally backed out of the drive. John could feel Punk watching him in the darkness of the cab.
"Where are we going?" Punk wanted to know after a few minutes.
"The Factory," Scott said with a sneer.
"We hate that place," Punk sneered.
"We've had a our share of bad experiences at that place," Scott corrected.
"You're only wanting to go because Nikki has a hold of your nuts," Punk pointed out.
"Yes, and if I'd like her to ever do anything with them," Scott explained, "I have to do what she wants me to do. I have to be a good host and take our guests where they'd like to go in our fabulous city."
"I'll do whatever you want to your balls when the time is right," Nikki said leaning over and rubbing Scott's thigh.
"So they're really a thing?" John asked Punk.
"And apparently it's serious," Punk said, "Nikki's afraid that sex might ruin the adorable double entendres and sexual tension they have going."
"What about you and Vince you two are taking it slow right?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, because he wants to show me that our relationship is just about sex," Punk explained, "it kinda felt like it was for a while. Part of the reason I ended it."
John fought the urge not to roll his eyes, and stayed silent.
"So the two of you have done nothing?" Nikki said.
Punk blushed, "That's subject for a later time."
"Pillow talk?"
"Yeah," he confirmed.
"We'll have to compare notes," Nikki stated turning a little just to wink at Punk.
Jealousy ripped through John to the core, the idea of Vince putting his hands on Punk was making him so angry he didn't know what to do, he squeezed his hands on his own knees to the point that it was painful. It just wasn't fair, he wouldn't have faired any better had he told Punk sooner, because he'd probably would have been dumped so Punk could test the waters with Vince again.
The Factory was a loud warehouse, Scott had arranged it so they could slip in through the back though John was sure with the lights and the crush of the bodies none of them would be recognized. They situated themselves in the VIP section that was on the second floor, it was empty and John didn't know if that was a blessing or a curse. The VIP section which over looked the giant dance floor on the first, there was a white leather sectional couch a weird deco art coffee table and a small love seat arranged opposite of the balcony, there was a bit of space if they wanted to dance, though John doubted he'd do much dancing. Punks seemed to be a weird mood and he didn't know what to expect from him. Punk sat down heavily on the couch, and Scott when to go get drinks. Nikki was looking over the balcony at the massive dance floor.
"It's loud here," she observed at the top of her lungs when John walked up.
"It's a nightclub it's what they do," John said before he leaned in to whisper shout in her ear, "Why didn't you tell me they were back together?"
"I didn't know," Nikki said, "but I did have an idea. I don't want you to let him go."
"Don't worry I'm not going to," John said.
The song changed and Punk was on his feet, grabbing John by the arm, "Are the two of you hearing this?"
"Is that Party in the USA? With a Biggie rap over it?" John asked.
"That's Party and Bullshit in the USA," Nikki said casually, "have you never heard it?"
The two men shook their heads, "We're traumatized," Punk explained.
Nikki laughed.
Scott came back with drinks, Punk busied himself with his Pepsi, and John was surprised that Scott had brought back water and beer for him. John chose the water, if he were to have a chance with Punk he would need to be sober. He was thankful the song changed, and Punk was up again his diet Pepsi on the table. And he was dancing with Nikki.
John sat down on the couch next to Scott who was watching them dance.
"What are your intentions with Phil?" Scott asked after a minute.
John was taken aback but not deterred, "I want to be there for him and take care of him. He's everything I've ever wanted to find in a person, and I think I might be in love with him."
"So you're not just trying to get into his pants again?"
Again? When did he ever get into Punk's pants? They were shouting over the music and John conceded he'd just heard Scott wrong.
"I'm not trying to get into his pants," John said, "I've never been with a guy before, I want this thing with Punk to mean something."
Scott nodded blushing, "I shouldn't have said that. He asked me not say anything."
"You're just looking out for him," John said.
"But who's looking out for you?" Scott asked.
John didn't have time to think on that question because Punk and Nikki were coming toward them pulling them to their feet. John wasn't a dancer, but Punk had moves, he could make even John look good but they were alone in the VIP area, and it didn't matter that no one was watching, but it would have been nice to have someone watching because again Punk was underappreciated in this area just like at work.
Gaga was playing, and Punk had pulled him in tight and was grinding his hips against his and it was amazing Punk was teasing him with something he desperately wanted. That lean tight body was gliding against him those hips moving to the cadence of the song.
When it ended, and Punk moved away from him John felt awkward and slinked back to the couch. He ditched the water in favor of the beer Scott had brought him he was needing something to get him through the night tonight, Punk was driving him all kinds of crazy.
The night wore on Nikki and Punk were dancing constantly, and Colton was sitting quietly on the couch watching Nikki move, John was on his third beer and Colton seemed to be pretty buzzed, Nikki was tipsy. She pulled Punk away from them and they were heading downstairs. John dragged himself his feet pulling Scott along with him. He was worried about what could happen to them on the crowded dance floor.
It took John and Scott longer to get down the steps because they kept stumbling and neither of them were sober enough to help the other. John spotted Punk and Nikki weaving through the crush of bodies. He and Scott followed. Nikki made an attempt to get on top of the bar to converse with the young man tending bar, but she stumbled back onto Punk when Nikki didn't give up on climbing up he just put her on the counter. The young bartender was amused, the three of them were engaged in a conversation when John and Scott reached the bar.
"Lady your friend is going to have to carry you out of here as it is, I don't think you need another drink," the young bartender shouted over the music.
"See I told her the same thing except I managed to sound less condescending and that's saying a lot," Punk sneered at the young man, who shook his head and walked away sending a female bartender in his place.
"I'm like yo Punk could I have a glass of Rosay?" she said to Punk tugging on his shirt, he grinned at her and then the bartender.
"Can she have half a glass? And a bottle of water, and I'd like to settle the VIP Tab," he said simply.
Nikki sipped her glass remaining on top of the bar until she was done then she took the bottle of water, Punk took her off the counter.
"Are you guys ready to go?" he asked hopefully.
John nodded and followed Punk and Nikki to the exit.
"I think I was in Brie Mode," Nikki said softly once they were outside.
"I think you're past that in the Nikki Zone," Punk grinned.
John had been getting kind of hot inside the club, but once he was outside he realized they didn't have their coats, he was on his way back inside to grab them and found Scott holding their jackets looking like he was going to throw up any minute.
"Don't tell me you ran up the stairs fucker?" Punk said, "When you drink you get motion sickness and that's only part one of your hangover curse. I'd hate to be you tomorrow and your plane ride to London. I would have upgraded your seat to first class but I think having some eight year old future asshole kick your seat in coach is exactly what you need to reevaluate your life choices."
Punk grabbed his and Nikki's coats from an unsteady Scott and John went to check on him.
"You're not going to rip him one for being so shitfaced?" Nikki asked.
"No, have I bagged on you once tonight?" he asked, "how you feel tomorrow will say it better than I ever can, and I know how to throw some words together."
Scott was in the process of convincing John he was good when Punk stalked up to him and took his car keys.
"Nikki and I are going to warm up the car," Punk informed them, "have you got him?"
"Yeah," John said.
Punk handed him Nikki's water, "he's about ten seconds from puking, when he's done give him this and meet us at the car."
John nodded and sure enough before Punk and Nikki reached Scott's truck he'd thrown up. John made sure Scott didn't get covered with it and that he was also out of the line of fire a skill he'd honed from many years of dealing with drunk Randy.
Once Scott was done puking, he gave him some water and led him to the truck.
"Are you really such a nice guy?" Scott asked, "or do you just want to get with Punk again?"
John didn't answer, he was realizing he hadn't heard Scott wrong before, he decided to ask more questions and get to the bottom of it.
"When exactly did I get with Punk the first time?"
"Monday night, after Raw, you got wasted and showed up at his room. You fucked him and then conveniently forgot about it," Scott slurred, "I would kick your ass about it, but you're just such a nice guy, I actually believe you were so drunk you actually forgot. But I can't forget that my best bud called me crying because some jackass got so drunk he forgot fucking him. He deserves better than that, and better than Vince too, so you'd better man up and be good to him."
John frowned, starting to feel a bit sick himself, the vivid dream he'd woken up from Tuesday was more than just a vivid dream, it resonated in his mind then with HD quality as it had so many times this week, usually when he was in the shower. Then the way Punk had looked that morning, he'd been on the verge of tears then and John had no idea why and he hadn't bothered to ask. He felt like the biggest jackass on planet earth.
He remembered everything, his exploration of Punk's body, the way it felt to be inside him to hold him, and the fact that he'd even told the man he loved him after they were done, and then he took it back. He needed to make this right but he wasn't sure he could.
Punk pulled Scott's truck around haphazardly parking on the sidewalk, and laying on the horn a little bit as he did so. John had to try and chase away his thoughts get Scott into the truck.
"Since you're the most sober out of the bunch, you may ride up front with me," Punk said, "just don't mess with the radio."
John helped Scott into the backseat and Nikki gave him a wink and buckled her boyfriend in while he bemoaned his drunken condition.
"I will kiss you all better," Nikki stated.
"He just puked might wanna wait until he at least gets some mouthwash," John told her.
"Ew…" Nikki said and Punk laughed before he pulled out of his makeshift parking spot.
Punk got them to his home without incident informing Scott that he'd be bunking on the couch and he'd come wake him up and get him to his apartment to get his stuff and then he was going to take him to the airport.
Nikki was half asleep and Punk carried her up the stairs while John hovered around in the living room.
"Well grab your stuff out of your rental," Punk said coming down the stairs, he'd changed and gotten Nikki up his room, "I hope you're not expecting a formal invitation."
John did as he was told and met Punk in the upstairs hallway, "Are you sure your boyfriend won't mind me bunking with you?"
"We'll still do it on the road, and I don't think it'll be a problem, but I'm putting Nikki in the middle just in case," Punk grinned.
John wanted to say something about Scott's revelation.
"Please, John I'm too tired to talk right now," he said, "We'll have breakfast and then we'll get on the road again and we'll hash everything out."
John settled into a restless sleep, and Punk had been up for a hours when he woke up. Colton had almost missed his flight, Punk had dropped him off and went running by the time John made it downstairs. He left Punk's bed reluctantly after checking to see if Nikki was still breathing she wasn't snoring loud enough to suit John and he didn't want to lose his best friend to alcohol poisoning.
He took a quick shower, and brushed his teeth before slapping a cap on his head and coming downstairs in the outfit that was least wrinkled from traveling sidestepping one of Nikki's discarded push up bras as he exited Punk's pretty much neat bedroom.
He found Punk in the kitchen, "I was wondering when you were going to get up."
"Not as early as you apparently," John said.
"Well, I had to deal with the hotmess on my couch and get him to the airport before he missed his flight to Merry Old England," Punk explained, "then I had to go running, lest my ass expands to the size of a continent."
"You ass is just fine," John said, "some would even say it's magnificent."
Punk looked down at the counter blushing before changing the subject, "Do you want me to make something for breakfast or should we go out?"
"We can go out," John said, "Take me to that place you like."
Punk stepped from behind the counter he was wearing a pair of tight black jeans and white v-neck sweater and he looked amazing. John hated himself for forgetting his encounter with Punk and passing it off as one of his many erotic dreams about the Second City Saint. He'd lost his chance but he wasn't going to give up, nothing in his life had come easy, or without sacrifice and so why should Punk?
"Alright," Punk said, "I'll leave Nikki a note and bring her back something."
He scrawled out a note on the magnetic chalkboard on the fridge then he grabbed the keys to Scott's truck, "Someone left this with me for safe keeping, I'm tempted to raise some hell in the monster."
"I'm all for it," John grinned.
Punk drove them to a small diner in the heart of Chicago, seeing him maneuvering Scott's huge truck around the city was a little funny cursing when he had to parallel park it downtown.
"Maybe taking Scott's monster truck was a bad idea," Punk conceded once he'd finally got into the narrow space.
John shook his head and got out of the truck while Punk was killing the engine, John opened the door for him it didn't matter that they were in public and he would do it again if he got that little blush from Punk again.
They settled into a booth of the retro themed diner, a waitress who was sporting a high eighties ponytail and chewing gum like a camel brought them their menus. John was thankful Punk had chosen a back table so he could really look at him without worrying about who was watching him watch Punk as he stared at his menu.
"I know," John blurted.
"You know what?" Punk asked confused at his outburst.
"I know about last Monday," he said, "Scott reminded me and I remember everything about the night we spent together."
"You're not mad that I didn't tell you?" Punk asked a frown creasing his brow worrying his features.
John couldn't help the smile that broke out across his face, "That's one of the many things I like about you. You're looking out for my feelings, while it was you who was hurt when I'd forgotten about what happened between us. I don't know how I could have passed that off as a dream, but I've had so many about you and never did I think that I had a chance with you. You were unbelievable."
Punk blushed and looked down at the table.
"I meant what I said," John told him, "I am falling for you. I'm sorry that I didn't remember our night together. I can't believe how stupid and selfish I've been, this whole time we could have been…"
"I didn't think you were ready," Punk said, "I should have told you, I didn't know how you'd take it. And honestly, I didn't think I could have taken anymore rejection. I was going to tell you this morning."
"If I wasn't I would have gotten ready," John said, "I've ran for myself for too long. I won't do it anymore, especially since I'm missing a chance to be with you."
"John," Punk whispered.
"Did that night mean something to you?" John asked.
"Of course," Punk said, "I wouldn't have had sex with you if I didn't have any feelings for you."
John couldn't have been more pleased at the news he smiled, "I've never had sex like that. It was so passionate. So real and I was there in the moment, instead of concentrating on staying hard."
Punk slid his hand across the table lightly touching John's it was almost electric whatever he was going to say didn't come out he met John's eyes across the booth.
"I feel it too," John said, "every time you touch me."
Punk withdrew his hand and looked away, "I'm sorry John."
"I know, you're taken," John said, "and it's my fault for forgetting you and the way you looked Tuesday morning. I was too caught up in what I was feeling to talk it through with you."
"I'm okay," Punk assured him, "Are we okay?"
"We're good," John said, "I'm going to respect the fact that you're in a relationship. But I can't change how I feel, and I don't want to."
Punk nodded his green brown eyes pensive, John would give anything to know what the man was thinking. They settled into a friendly conversation over breakfast. John took the rapid pace of conversation that Punk had set for what it was, he was trying to put them back in the friend zone but there was too much heat between them. Leaving John to wonder what in the hell the work week would have in store for them when all the players came back into the mix.