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.
Give 'em Hell Kid
John and Nikki had argued, well Nikki had argued and John had gone catatonic. He hated conflict. What he'd said to Punk was wrong, he'd told the man he would be supportive, and he had to go and be a jackass. He couldn't admit to Nikki that he'd been wrong, so he didn't say anything at all. They rode to the arena together like old times but neither of them said anything.
John parked the car and just sat there, Nikki watched him before she made a move to get out of the car. He grabbed her wrist.
"You were right," he said, "I know I shouldn't have said those things to him but the thought of Vince touching him is what I hate most. I know he's using him."
"What if he's not?" Nikki asked, "what if Vince's affection for Punk is genuine? I think Punk is still in love with Vince whether he'll admit it or not, so whether Vince is playing him or not you can't change that. So buck up toy solider. Why don't you try seeing someone else? Jealousy is the best way to get shit started."
"What do you know about South Africa?" John asked.
"It has beautiful beaches and more racism than the southern United States," Nikki shrugged.
"I'm mean Paul Lloyd," John said.
Nikki blushed, "More than you think."
"Did you make out with him?"
"Yes," she said.
"So he's not gay?"
"He's bi," Nikki said shutting the car door, "Remember the night you got so drunk you forgot you fucked Punk? Which I don't know how in the hell you could have done that that boy is fine as hell."
"If you only knew how many sex dreams I've had about Punk," John said, "how was I supposed to know that the one I'd had that night was real?"
"While you were doing that, I went to Nattie's room, and he was there, and you we got to talking and drinking, so the conversation turned to sex, she told be about some wild times she and TJ had with Beth, and with Paul," Nikki said, "I told her I'd never had a threesome before nor had I been with another woman. She made two phone calls and made it happen."
"You had sex with him?" John said incredulously, the one guy he had potential to like Nikki had already slept with him.
"No we kissed and I sucked him off," she said, "Nattie fucked me, he watched for a while and passed out not long after he came. No need to sound so possessive John, especially after you went and stole Punk right from up under me."
They both laughed when she said that the tension leaving instantly.
"Nattie fucked you? Like seriously fucked you?" John asked.
"Yes," Nikki said, "hard."
John shook his head to clear the images that her words invoked, it made him uncomfortable, but to each their own right? But with the new information Nikki had given him about Paul was worth keeping despite the fact that he'd hooked up with John's best friend.
"You don't like Paul do you?" Nikki asked.
"He's hot," John said, "and he was willing to listen to me when he caught me doing angry bench presses today."
"You should go for it," Nikki said, "let him be a listening ear. It doesn't hurt to make a new friend."
"But Punk," John said.
"You love Punk, everyone knows that," Nikki said, "but he needs space and you need a distraction. I'm not saying propose to the guy just hang out have a dinner or two."
John nodded, "You're right."
They got out of the rental and went their separate ways for the show, John spotted Punk in the hallway with Vince on the way into the locker room, he offered his friend a wave and got one in return. Vince was still shouting into his cell phone.
John changed into his gear, and went to guerrilla it hadn't filled up yet and there were lots of places to sit. John chose an empty seat and it wasn't long before someone sat down next to him. It was none other than South Africa himself, Paul Lloyd.
"I'm looking forward to tonight," the man whispered offering John a bright smile, "I was thinking we could go to that thing that Punk is having, he's your friend right?"
"Yeah," John said his cheeks flaming, "I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go."
"It's a date then," the man smile showing off beautiful white teeth and holy hell John was in over his head.
"D-date?" John stammered.
"I assumed you were…" Paul rubbed the back of his neck.
"I…I am…" John said turning even redder, "is it obvious?"
"Not really, I had a talk with Nikki," Paul grinned, "I hate when I'm with a guy I like and I kind of have to flirt in code, never really sure if he's gonna go for it."
"Did she tell you this before or after she sucked you off?" John countered.
"I see you're not completely clueless," Paul said with a smirk, "Nattie had been wanting a piece of Nikki for a while, she called TJ to ask if she could and he said it was only okay if I was there."
"Why?" John asked.
"He's possessive as fuck and he thought me being there would reign her in," Paul explained, "we started drinking and talking about which couples we shipped."
"What now?" John asked.
Paul waved his hand dismissively, "which guys would be hot together, if they ever got it in. People write about it online. Nattie kept talking about Jeff and Punk and I totally got a boner thinking about that. I think Nikki sucked me off to be nice. I'm not really into pussy and she didn't want me to sit and watch her and Nattie all night without any relief of my own."
"Jeff and Punk?" John raised an eyebrow.
"It could happen," Paul laughed, "Nikki ships you and Punk. While I think that would be perfectly hot in fiction but not for real life, not with two people as different as you are, I think that we'd make a better couple both on paper and in real life."
John was breathless.
"I could be good to you, John," Paul said.
John tried to put everything he'd heard aside and focus on having a good show and once was over, John showered and dressed and he ended up walking out of the locker room in on a conversation between Punk, Nikki, Kofi and Punk's friends from NXT.
"You know that's not a salsa club anymore," the two toned young man, Lopez said leaning against his Samoan lover, "It's mostly a place where people go to dance, you can't go there and hold the wall up Punk."
"I wasn't planning on holding the wall up," Punk snarked, "I can dance, maybe not salsa, but I can dance."
"He's good," Nikki agreed.
"See," Punk said, "I'm not that antisocial asshole who hates everything!"
"He can probably out twerk most of the Diva's roster," Nikki mused.
John walked into the group, "What's up?"
"The salsa club we were going to is no longer a salsa club," Punk said, "I should probably tell Vince but I'll surprise him."
"Surprise him?" Kofi asked raising an eyebrow.
John let his eyes linger on Punk for a moment he looks amazing wearing the black jeans and tighter than tight Misfits tee shirt and Converse.
"They hotel laundry was supposed to steam my red dress and they ruined it, they comp'd the room for the damages and I had to wear this," Nikki said gesturing to her bandeau style top and tight leather like leggings that she was wearing with black high tops, "good thing huh?"
"That way you won't have to come out of your heels to dance," Kofi said, "and I can throw you around when I get ready without you flashing the whole room."
"I have a few ideas about that," Nikki grinned.
"Why does that fill me with an overwhelming sense of dread?" Kofi asked.
Punk laughed, "just roll with it."
Kofi gave him a pointed stare, "Need I remind you about the time I just rolled with it?"
Punk burst out laughing privy to an inside joke with his former tag team partner that passed right over John's head.
"Wassup bitches," Nemeth said walking up with a wine cooler already in hand, he was dressed particularly slutty in just white short shorts and tank top with sneakers and a white jacket.
"Are you in the bottle already?" Nikki said exasperated.
"To suffer through and evening with you goody-goodies yes," Nemeth responded.
Nikki looked at Punk concerned, "I never thought we'd be thought of as goody-goodie."
"Me either," Punk said.
"Well, I'm no goody-goodie," Lopez responded, "and I'll show you where it counts on the dance floor."
"Is this everybody?" Punk asked looking antsy, John had to agree he was ready to get the hell out of there before something happened.
"Jon is somewhere," Lopez said of his other roommate.
"Stephen and Bryan went to hurry the girls along," Kofi responded.
"I invited South Africa," John said.
"The continent?" Punk asked confused.
"No," John laughed wanting more than anything to pull the tattooed man close and kiss away the adorable frown, "Paul Lloyd…Gabriel."
"Oh," Punk said cheeks flaming as he rubbed the back of his neck, "sorry I didn't know you…"
"It's cool," John said.
"Awkward!" Nemeth said loudly, "my date is on his way. You know how Randy likes to take his time getting ready."
"Randy asked you to come?" Punk asked hands on his hips.
"I know you must be a little salty that even your favorite closet fan boy, John went out and got himself a date for the evening," Nemeth said, "You're nothing but a fucking tease, all four play and no follow through. You think you're the hottest piece of ass in the room and that all the guys should be at your beck and call whenever you decide you don't want to keep fucking Daddy Warbucks. Don't worry though I'll take good care of Randy."
Punk was speechless for once, the mortification shown on his face. John was about to give a response but someone else beat him to it. Nikki was about ready to vault over Kofi and tackle Nemeth but the Ghanaian grabbed her waist and pulled her in.
"Let's not get it twisted, Nick," Randy joined the conversation holding the two remaining drinks in the six pack, "Punk is the hottest piece of ass in the room, and that affords him the right to be a tease. You're nothing but a hating ass little bitch a bulimic asshole an alcoholic who can't even drink a real drink, I had to go out and get you these fruity ass wine coolers. Just so you know that if Punk decides he wants to come home with me, I'd leave your ass behind without a fucking thought."
Nemeth looked well punished, "Remember who has been there for you on those nights when he thought he was too good to put out."
Nemeth was gone heading for the parking lot, Randy groaned shooting Punk a look of what John could only think was apology as he started after Nemeth.
"Glad to see Punk's milkshake is still bringing the boys to the yard," Jon Good said popping seemingly out of nowhere he was another one of Punk's friends from NXT, he like his two roommates were getting a lot of buzz in developmental.
Punk gave his friend a shove and a smile, "You're jealous that it's better than yours, I could teach you but I'd have to charge."
Bryan and Stephen showed up with the women in tow. Nattie, April, Layla, Celeste, and Brie, all of them were dressed in club clothes except Brie she looked like she was going to make an appearance on Dancing with Stars.
"Nikki what in the hell are you wearing?" Brie exclaimed she was wearing the twin to the dress that Nikki had planned to wear.
"The hotel laundry did something to my dress so I had to improvise," Nikki said with a smirk, "and I'm glad I did, you bitch we're already twins, and we have to dress alike for work, we shouldn't dress alike for play. The place we're going isn't a salsa club it's a dance club so you're the one who is out of place."
"You could have given me a heads up," Brie scoffed.
"I think you look beautiful babe," Bryan said, "so elegant."
"You're contractually obligated to say that," Brie grinned at her boyfriend.
"You made him sign a contract?" Punk asked.
"Yes," Bryan said earning himself a laugh from the group, "the title of the contract is Things Bryan Must Do to Continue Getting Laid."
Brie swatted him on the arm.
Punk checked his phone, "Vince said we should go on without him that he'll me there. He's got cars waiting."
"TJ and Paul are outside in the parking lot," Nattie said.
Once they were outside John discovered the cars Vince had waiting were two stretch Hummers. They found Randy smoking cigarette and pacing, TJ and Paul were sitting on the sidewalk talking animatedly about something that the South African seemed really interested in. Nemeth was sulking and drinking gazing over at Randy.
"You guys ready to go?" Punk asked.
They split up and got in the Hummers, John ended up getting in the one with Punk, Kofi and Nikki on purpose. Paul joined him and they sat pretty close. Nikki and Nattie were doing shots.
"Slow down babe," TJ told his fiancée.
"I'm good," Nattie said, "just one to get the night started."
"You want a shot?" Nikki asked the question directed at John.
He shook his head, "I end up forgetting the important stuff when I drink."
He gave Punk a pointed glance and he could swear the tattooed man was blushing again.
"Wouldn't want you to get out of control tonight," Paul winked, "someone might take advantage."
John noticed how tight Punk's posture became, he knew the man felt guilty about what had happened between them when John was drunk. They would have to talk about again, John didn't do enough to reassure him that he didn't feel taken advantage of in fact he felt it was the other way around. Kofi was watching Punk carefully, he knew the Ghanaian was putting the pieces together quickly, and he would probably have a talk with Punk.
Nikki threw an arm around Punk's shoulders, "We are going to have so much fun tonight."
It sounded like a question more than a statement. Nikki met John's eyes and offered him a full wattage Bella smile. The awkward ride fortunately went by quickly because TJ and Nattie started arguing about her drinking. Lopez was whispering to Joe the big Samoan's eyes flicking over to John occasionally leaving him to wonder how much had Punk talked to Lopez over the last two weeks, it seemed like he was filling Joe in on the back stories of everyone in the truck.
The busy street opposed to the empty club, was stark contrast. The venue was fully staffed. Three bartenders at the massive bar, a DJ, a hostess and even two security guys. Not quite as massive as a lot of the guys on the roster but definitely bigger than most of the guys who'd come along to the outing. The deep throb of a bass beat was spilling out of the doors into the night.
Randy and Nemeth went directly to the bar arguing, Joe went and found a table and John joined the big Samoan.
"I'm not big on dancing," John said.
Joe nodded, "Me either. Colby and Punk will be on the floor all night."
John was definitely down to see that, Paul was walking up with some beers. John had almost forgotten his date. He gave the man the once over, his scene boy hair cut hazel eyes he was sexy, and John could let himself be distracted but the man deserved more than to be John's distraction. He took the beer and thanked the man who sat beside him, Joe eyed the beer Paul had brought for him before taking a sip, offering a nod of thanks.
"I'm gonna leave my stuff here," Lopez informed the three men at table.
"Baby you didn't bring anything," Joe said.
Lopez offered a smile and stripped up the tight white tee shirt he was wearing with skinny jeans and put it on the table. His physique was toned and lean, a lot like Punk and Paul. He was tanned and it was pretty sexy. John bit his lower lip.
"Be good," Joe told his lover, "I'll be watching."
"I know," he said leaning over the square corner of the table to kiss Joe.
"How long have you guys been together?" Paul asked once Lopez had departed to join Nikki and Kofi on the dance floor.
"About a year," Joe said, "we were roommates for a long time before we started dating. On that cusp of I'm not sure he'll want me like that/does he even like guys, you know that whole thing."
Paul nodded.
"He put up a mistletoe for the Christmas party we threw at our apartment, I got him under it and kissed him," Joe smiled, "he asked me why did I make him wait so long, we spent the whole party making out. Jon had to play host to all our guests and you know how his people skills lack much to be desired."
"That's nice," Paul gushed, "isn't that nice, John?"
"Yeah," John said his throat suddenly tight when he imagined telling a story like that he imagined standing beside Punk with his arms wrapped around his shoulders.
He shouldn't have agreed to come out with Paul, he wasn't ready. He finished his beer, and went down to the bar to get another one. Randy and Nemeth were arguing at the bar both determined to drink themselves into oblivion.
"I don't know why I keep talking to you if you treat me this way," Nemeth was complaining.
"Because I'm the only one you have that'll put up with this stupid shit," Randy said nonchalantly, "sit the fuck down, shut up, and drink your wine or go and dance. I don't want to hear this. Seriously, go do something or shut up otherwise you won't be able to sit for a week."
"Fuck you," Nemeth snatched the half full bottle of wine from the bartender ignoring the glass the woman had poured for him and stalked over to the dance floor.
Randy exhaled loudly finally noticing that John had witnessed the scene.
John took the stool next to Randy, "Boyfriend problems?"
"Nope," Randy said, "the bitchy way he's acting says otherwise but no."
Randy drank his shot and waved at the woman for another downed it, "We're enemies with benefits. Nick doesn't know the meaning of discrete apparently."
John shrugged, "Maybe he really likes you."
"He likes my status, and the fact that I buy him alcohol," Randy said, "he likes me to play rough with him, but he hates me."
"Hmmm…" John said, "so you hate each other? Why do you bother?"
"People get lonely John," Randy said fixing him with a stare, "sometimes I need to have someone there so bad I might just break in half. Sometimes the highs and lows are just too much. I had a chance to have something real, I fucked up though. I fuck up everything."
John rolled his eyes, "I didn't really do well with the whole marriage thing either. Who would have thought it would have been so hard?"
"You're a gay man who married a woman," Randy said with a leer, "I can tell you what wasn't hard….your dick."
He laughed at his own little joke, "Been there done that, daddy said I had to marry Sam because it would look good, then she got pregnant. We didn't last long before we were both cheating. Me on the road, her at home."
John nodded taking swig from his second beer about to reply but a commotion on the dance floor caught his attention. Kofi and Nikki were doing some freaky little dance that looked like a lot like they were exhibiting sex positions but fully clothed. Brie and Bryan tried doing the same and Bryan dropped Brie on her ass when he went to flip her around in mid-air. Punk was dancing with Lopez in a similar fashion, it seemed somehow seemed a little hotter.
"Did you want something? Cause I was planning on getting so shitfaced I won't remember my name and you're drinking too damn slow," Randy said.
"I didn't want anything," John said, "We used to be friends."
"Ten years ago," Randy scoffed, "we both had our paths John. Shouldn't you be storming the dance floor defending Punk's honor, or have you moved on to the sweet piece of ass from South Africa?"
"Randy," John said warningly.
"You can't stay in the closet forever," Randy said, "you're totally desperate for a piece, you know what I'll throw you a bone, I'll send Nick to your room tonight. You'll have to gag him of course, but he's a decent fuck."
"You're an asshole," John got two more beers, and got up with his two new bottles plus the one he was sipping slowly.
He wandered around the club parts of the top were being renovated, he went up there despite the fact that it was roped off, most of the construction was finished and they'd moved a pool table up there and covered it before they were to paint, he had a bird's eye view of the club, but no one could really see him the heavy painting tarp shielded him from view. He sat up there for a while and after about an two he polished off all three of the beers he'd gotten at the bar. He'd gotten a bit of a buzz going on while he'd been watching Punk wiggle in the lewdest of positions as he danced with Lopez, and Nikki.
He felt like an ass for leaving Paul and going off on his own, he wasn't ready and he knew it. Vince's arrival with Hunter and Stephanie caused a fair amount of commotion and John decided it would be time to get himself another beer and maybe seek out his date.
Paul was talking with a group of people laughing at Stephen's antics when he spotted John.
"You disappeared on me," Paul said, "I thought you had left."
"Yeah, I had to clear my head," John said, "Randy is an asshole. Interactions with him leave me pretty pissed off. Can I make it up to you?"
"You wanna make it up to me?" Paul asked.
"Yeah," John said, "want another beer?"
"Nah, I wanna dance with you," Paul said, "a slow song something simple I know you're not into theatrics, like those other guys out there."
"I'm kind of a horrible dancer," John pointed out.
"It's okay," he said, "I'll even lead."
"Alright," John said, "I think I dance better after a few shots."
Paul laughed and they walked in the direction of the bar, avoiding where Randy was still occupying a stool downing shot after shot.
John ordered two shots of whiskey he was reaching his limit on alcohol something he only indulged in rarely nowadays and as luck would have it a slow R&B song began to play, he summoned his courage and led Paul to the floor ignoring the eyes that were on him. He could do this, he didn't need to throw himself a coming out party, he didn't have to say anything or explain anything. Paul directed John's hands to his waist and John pulled him in close, this was easy despite the prying eyes. He could feel Paul chuckle against his neck, as they started to glide around swaying from side to side.
"See this is easy," Paul said.
John had gotten nervous for no reason fleeing from the easy going man when he could have stayed and talked rather than getting drunk. John looked up from the fixed point that he'd set on Paul's shoulder to find Kofi and Punk in the corner talking in a way that looked suspiciously like arguing but John couldn't make out what they were saying nor could he hear over the music.
The dance was over, and John retreated back to the table where Joe was still sat at watching his boyfriend's stuff.
"Didn't know you liked dick Cena," Joe said with a hearty laugh.
"I'm new to the game but I've always been pro cock," John said the words tumbling from his mouth earning him a laugh from Paul and Joe.
John wasn't making a joke, he'd definitely reached his limit on alcohol he was beginning to lose his filter. He had to get some water and walk around a bit to sober up. He made his excuses to the group noting the disappointment in the eyes of his date.
"You're being childish," Kofi insisted, "you have a boyfriend why are you so obsessed with John and Paul?"
"I'm not upset," Punk scoffed, "it's just that he moved on pretty quick. This afternoon, I was certain he wasn't going to give up, then the next thing you know he's all over another guy."
"You have a boyfriend," Kofi explained patiently, "you made your choice."
"That was before I knew it wasn't a one off," Punk said, "what John and I shared it…was special it meant something, and now he's all over him!"
"You're jealous," Kofi accused.
"I am not," Punk crossed his arms.
"I've seen you get up to some crazy shit when you're jealous," Kofi laughed, "slashing the tires on Adam's car."
"That prick deserved it," Punk pouted, "the car had high emissions, he was destroying the planet. My slashing his tires had nothing to do with Amy. I was saving the planet with that one. That was one isolated incident."
"What about when you destroyed Mrs. McMahon's portrait in the main offices?" Kofi asked, "you set it on fire."
"That was an accident," Punk said, "It was as much your fault as it was mine, you'd be an accomplice."
"I did give you the lighter," Kofi conceded with a shrug, "didn't know you were going to literally see how flammable Beth's hairspray was."
"I just happened to be standing in the right place at the right time," Punk grinned.
"Getting Matt Hardy thrown off an American Airlines flight, pretty much in midair. I dare you to rationalize that one," Kofi said.
"I hate that bastard pure and simple," Punk said, "If I could have gotten him deported I woulda. This time is different and you're right I have a boyfriend a wonderful, caring boyfriend. John has every right to move on. I am just a little hurt."
"Right…" Kofi said before he snickered, "I can't wait to see what in the hell you get up to this time."
"I won't do anything," Punk said, "it's clearly over, he's moved on, and if you're done chatting I've got to get back over to my man he's got me a Pespi waiting."
Punk started in wrong direction but Kofi's laughter made him shake his head and make a skipping beeline to Vince.
"How's my boy?" Vince asked pulling Punk into a hug passing him a drink as he slid into the booth.
"I'm okay," he said, "I've been dancing a lot."
"I saw," Vince said, "very sexy move set. I'm expecting that and more tonight when we're alone."
Punk smirked, "I was holding back on the dance floor the real party is just for you."
Stephanie stomped past the to the booth in the direction with a scowling Hunter behind her. He stopped and she kept walking.
"This is your fault," Hunter accused Punk.
"My fault?"
"Yes," Hunter said, "you and your friends with your acrobatic top rope moves and your acrobatic dancing. Stephanie is expecting me to toss her around like you and your buddy Lopez threw each other around and like Kofi does Nikki. I can't do that, I dropped her on her head."
"If it's any consolation Bryan can't either Brie has hit the floor about ten times tonight," Punk said, "Why in the hell can't you toss her around? I've seen you throw Kane seven feet."
"I can throw her, the catching her part is where the problem comes in," Hunter said.
Vince laughed, "That was too hilarious, I recorded the whole thing on my phone. I'll play it at Easter on the big screen."
"Try to relax," Punk said, "do you even like dancing?"
"Not really," Hunter said.
"So that probably wasn't the best idea," Punk explained, "keep it restricted to slow dances where both of you are a vertical base, and fast songs were you dance like you're in 1980. You'll find your way back on her good side if you just try a little and not go all out."
"You think so?" Hunter asked, "she can hold a grudge."
"Trust me," Punk said, "You know her favorite song? Go tell the DJ to play it. Take her out on the floor and dance with her."
Hunter walked away eager to rectify the situation with Stephanie.
"You wanna dance with me?" Punk asked.
"You know I do," Vince said sliding out of the booth and led Punk to the floor.
Vince set him up to waltz to the ballad playing, Punk didn't mind, he knew how to waltz one of the few things his mother had bothered to teach him before his seventh grade formal from which she forgot to pick him up from.
"You've got every eye in the room on you baby," Vince said kissing Punk's neck making him blush.
"I think they're staring at both of us," Punk laughed, "Stephen just spilled his beer."
"They'd better get used to seeing us like this," Vince told him, "because you're mine."
He brought his mouth to Punk's in a rough claiming kiss. The song changed, and Vince pulled away both of them laughing. Stephanie and Hunter were in the middle of the dance floor arguing as a Kenny Loggins song started to play. Stephanie stalked off.
"Her favorite movie is Top Gun," Vince pointed out, "her favorite song isn't Danger Zone. It's some stupid crap by what's that girl group from the nineties…"
"The Spice Girls?" Punk guessed.
"Nope before that," Vince said.
"Wilson/Phillips?" Punk asked horrified.
"I don't know the name of it," Vince said.
"Shit," Hunter said.
"I'll go talk to her," Punk offered.
"No," Vince said, "You stay and enjoy your night, I'll talk with her. Hunter you'd better think of something."
Hunter had his phone out quickly departing to make some calls.
Vince went outside where his daughter was gathered and Punk was left on his own, he didn't feel like dancing. Jon Good was the only one bold enough to dance to Kenny Loggins, not to mention the man was pretty drunk at this point and would dance to anything.
Punk glanced over at the table were Colby was with Joe. Paul was also sitting there John was nowhere to be found. Punk was pretty sure that he'd gone home. Nemeth had passed out on a table hours ago, Punk walked by his snoring form to explore the roped off part of the night club that was undergoing renovations.
It was well hidden from the rest of the club by some tarps, but Punk could see through some of the holes if he were standing close enough to them. Punk wandered over to a covered pool table completely lost in absent thought.
"Shouldn't you be burning up the dance floor?"
Punk knew that voice, too well. He turned to find John sitting on some steps drinking a bottle of water.
"Got bored with it I guess," Punk shrugged, "shouldn't you be on a date right about now?"
"You noticed?" John grinned dimples popping.
"It's been the talk of the evening," Punk said.
"I think you making out with Vince on the dance floor will be water cooler chatter for months to come," John said, "most of the roster knew I was in the closet anyway. They've seen right through me for months, how badly I've wanted you. I've been pretty obvious."
Punk shrugged, "I didn't notice."
"I hid it from you a little better," John said, "I guess when you weren't looking was when I really was in full stalker mode. I can't help it though sometimes the way you move, like tonight I couldn't help but watch I hid out here and watched you dance. Everything you did was so sensual, so perfect."
"John…" Punk said.
"I tried, Punk I tried," John said, "I tried giving you your space and being respectful, I tried moving on, but I just…I can't… I want you so bad I can hardly stand it, I shouldn't have come here tonight."
"John…" Punk said.
"I need some time, I've got to take a step back," John said, "I've got no claim to you. Now, I'm way past my limit and babbling incoherently."
"John!" Punk said.
"What?"
"What if I told you I felt the same way?" Punk whispered, "It was weird seeing you with someone else, I didn't like how that felt."
"Enough for you to give up Vince?" John asked.
"This isn't about Vince or even Paul for that matter," Punk explained, "This is about what it's always about me and you."
John stood up and stalked toward him with more grace than Punk could have thought he could manage, being that nearly every time he'd seen John he'd been drinking he was in more of a sober state than he'd first assumed.
"About you and me huh?" John grabbed him and pulled him in for a rough sensual kiss.
Punk could feel the electricity he moved closer molding his body tight to John's kissing back in earnest. As quickly as it had started John broke the kiss. Punk stared dazed at John feeling like he was the one who was intoxicated after that kiss.
"I shouldn't have done that," John said.
"I wasn't exactly protesting," Punk pointed out, "there s a lot of chemistry between us, I'll admit that."
"There's more than chemistry, fuck it's almost like an explosion when we touch," John said, "I know that you feel it too. Does it feel like that with Vince?"
Punk shut his eyes, "John don't. Please don't."
"You should go back and enjoy your party," John told him.
"I'm where I wanna be," Punk said.
"If you stay here I will kiss you again," John said stepping back into Punk's personal space never breaking eye contact.
"I said I'm where I wanna be right now," Punk said.
John kissed him again turning him in his arms backing him up until he was up against the corner of the pool table. He pulled off cupping Punk's face.
"I just don't think it could feel like this with anyone else," John said breathlessly before going in for another kiss.
Punk responded by kissing back and grinding his hips into John's.
"You should dance with me," Punk whispered nipping at John's lips, "could be fun."
"Is this dance clothing optional?" John asked.
"If you want it to be," Punk said still moving to the cadence of the song.
"What about your boyfriend?"
"What about yours?" Punk countered.
"Touché," John remarked with a grin.
"Look, I don't know about later, we're both here right now," Punk said in a breathless whisper still moving his body to the beat of the song.
"Is that the way you wanna rationalize this?" John asked pulling Punk in even closer, "sneaking around on a group date organized by your boyfriend."
"When you say it like that it sounds bad," Punk pulled away running a hand through his hair, "fuck, John I don't know what I'm doing. I've never been a situation like this before. Maybe I can Google or ask Jeeves how I should behave."
"I like you best when you don't behave," John said, "it doesn't matter about Vince, or Paul or anyone else down there. This is you and me. When were alone we don't have to be just friends or weird pseudo exes."
"What should we be when we're alone?" Punk asked.
John pulled him close again, "the thing we can't be in public. Together."
Punk blushed, he was hard and trembling, he wanted so much more than to just dance with John.
John brushed his lips behind Punk's ear and he trembled more as John unbuttoned his jeans.
"W-what are you doing?" Punk stuttered.
"Giving us both what we want," John said.
"Do you have a condom?"
"Of course," John said, "Nikki jammed almost a whole box into my back pocket."
John pulled the sheet back from the pool table, and then he took off his plaid button down off and spread it out. Punk moved slowly sliding his own shirt off using it to cover the pool table. John picked him up and sat him on top of the table before he got to do anything else. All of his protests were swallowed by hungry kisses. John's lips against his pulse had him begging as always.
"No, marks," Punk said, "please."
"Not gonna mark you baby," John said sliding down the tight jeans Punk was wearing just to his knees, he pulled Punk's legs up.
"I have lube," Punk managed to whisper, "right front pocket."
John took the tiny packet and spread some out on his fingers.
"You gave me a good show when you prepared yourself last time," John told him.
Punk pulled John's head down and kissed him, "If you go too slow I might have to do it again. I want you and we don't have much time."
John gave his ass a little spank, "Give me a minute to take all this in. You make a beautiful picture lying like this on the pool table, legs up ass all presented to me. It's not everyday forbidden fruit comes and practically puts itself on the plate."
"John," Punk whispered jerking in surprise and a bit of pleasure at the spank.
John leaned over and kissed him quiet, practically folding him in half as he did so. Punk was so caught up in the kiss, he was shocked when he felt John's slick finger circling his hole. He moaned into the kiss and John's finger sank inside him.
"I need more," Punk said loving the feeling and even pushing his body back against it.
"You'll have more than you can handle in a minute," John said, "I've been thinking of the ways I'm going to fuck you if I get a chance, this is top five, public venue anyone can walk up and see you taking my cock. They can hear how loud you are when you get off, you seem to cum in stereo, it's beautiful. I'm thinking of making it my ringtone."
He slipped another finger inside, they thrusted, twisted, and scissored inside him. Bringing even more pleasure. Punk was undone and little put out by John saying he was loud during sex. But by the time the third finger was added, Punk really couldn't be held responsible for the moans tumbling out of his mouth. John's mouth hot and wet on his shoulder, his big hand on his hip keeping him steady and he seemed almost determined to get him off solely with his fingers.
"I want you inside," Punk said pitifully.
"Gotta make sure you're ready, I'm not being gentle," John said, "I want you to feel this and remember that I've been here when you go back to Vince's bed."
Punk bit his lip, feeling more lube being applied, then finally what he was waiting for John's fingers to withdraw and his cock to be placed at his entrance. He met John's eyes.
"Don't you dare look away," John said, "neither of us is going to be forgetting this movement. If I have to I'll live off it the rest of my life."
He didn't look away, never took his eyes away from John's as he slid deep inside on the first thrust. Seeing the pleasure on John's face as he pushed inside, and knowing he made him feel like that, that it was his body that was bringing him so much pleasure was amazing, he hardly felt the burn of being filled so quickly, just the throb of pleasure and pride from having him inside.
They were both panting.
"You okay?" John asked.
Punk nodded at the moment not capable of speech, John kissed him and started to move. Hard and fast thrusts. He changed his angle once he realized Punk wasn't making enough noise, so onward every stroke would hit his prostate head on. Punk found his rhythm too and met him thrust for thrust.
"You feel so good baby," John whispered in his ear, "you look even better."
"Oh," Punk moaned as his nipple ring was pulled and he was arching up, John's hands were everywhere, holding at his hips pulling his nipples, stroking his hair, everywhere but where he wanted them on his desperate cock, leaking and straining for release.
John went faster, his lips finding Punk's once more his stomach rubbing against Punk's neglected cock giving it a bit of friction and making him moan into the kiss. Punk was totally in over his head, it didn't feel like this with Vince, while it felt good, comfortable, and safe, the danger of this that he was doing with John was thrilling. Every part of his body sang for John and sometimes he felt like that when they were just together, not even touching. He realized with a shudder how he really felt about the man above him.
"John I…" Punk was gasping with John broke the kiss.
"You what?" John teased finally stroking him.
"I….lo-oh…more," Punk managed thankful he didn't say the three words he'd just thought in the heat of the moment.
"What if I…" John slowed down to a snails pace with is thrusts and completely stopped stroking Punk.
Punk whined in desperation, "Please…harder."
"Tell me what you want, don't be vague," John said only making shallow thrusts into Punk.
"I need you to go faster than that and fuck me a little harder," Punk growled, "you're being a tease."
"You've teased every man in the room tonight," John said, "thought you ought to know how it felt."
Punk put his arms around John's neck pulling him in for a kiss hoping it would urge the bigger man on, and it did. John went faster slamming in harder, and Punk moaned, as stroking resumed as well.
"Close," Punk whispered against John's cheek.
"Let me hear it baby," John said loudly, "let them hear you in the dance floor."
"John!" Punk shouted arching up as his cum coated his stomach and John's fist.
"Beautiful baby," John whispered and a few stuttered thrust and he reached his peak as well.
John pulled out and just held him, it sometimes took a bit of time for him to return to normal for his breathing to regulate. Punk brushed his lips against John's cheek.
"I love you," he whispered and then it was out there, and he couldn't take it back.
"W-what?" John stuttered.
"I shouldn't have said that," Punk said, "forget I said that."
"I might be a little drunk but I ain't deaf," John said climbing off the table, "did you say you loved me?"
Punk was silent as he hopped off the table and started pulling his jeans up.
"Did you say that?" John asked.
"You know I said it," Punk said, "I can't take it back I can't change the way I feel either. You said it to me remember? It completely messed me up and threw me for a loop and then you forgot about us and then Vince came back to me and he really wants to be with me and I still love him too."
John grinned he'd chucked the condom and was tucking himself away, "Now that I've heard you say that I'll never give up. If this is how I've got to have you then so be it. I will have you."
"John…" Punk said.
"I am not playing around," John said, "I'm not giving up on you, stay with him do whatever you want."
"Will you continue seeing Paul?" Punk asked before he could stop himself.
"Only because seeing you jealous is pretty cool," John said.
"Really? You can't be serious," Punk said looking around for a place to clean up and he found a functioning restroom.
"You have a boyfriend why shouldn't I?" John's laughter followed him.
It was a women's room but at least it had paper towels in the dispenser. He cleaned himself up refusing to meet his reflection in the lighted mirror. He didn't want to look into the eyes of a cheater, someone so indecisive and jealous. Though he had to admit that the sex with John was something else, he'd never felt so out of his element before, John had taken complete control. With any luck though John would forget the whole thing like the last encounter, and then Punk wouldn't have to deal with the fall out of his actions.
Once he was satisfied that he didn't smell like sex Punk came out of the bathroom. John was still there when he got out of the bathroom he handed him his tee shirt.
"I'm heading out," John said, "you've completely worn me out for the night."
"John," Punk started but John swallowed up anything he had to say in a possessive kiss.
"Good night," John said, "and I love you too."
With that he was gone leaving Punk standing staring in his wake, somehow this had gotten completely out of control, but he had to admit that he loved every minute of it. He waited awhile and pulled on his shirt before going downstairs. Vince was nowhere to be seen. Punk checked his phone he had a missed call from Scott and a missed text from Vince.
Vince had told him to go ahead to the condo when he got ready, that he was spending sometime with Stephanie. The crowd had thinned by a large margin, Nick was gone from his drunken passed out position on a table top, and Punk had really wanted to leave the fucker there. Kofi and Bryan were gone, so he imagined they were handling that hotmess. Joe, and Colby had gone too, but Jon was still sliding around the dance floor alone. TJ and Nattie had left way early. Layla and Alicia were sitting with Stephen and the Irishman looked close to closing the deal with both of them.
Celeste and April had left with Nattie and TJ earlier in the night. Despite the thinned crowd, there was still a commotion at the bar. Nikki and Brie were trying to wrangle a drunken Randy who was insisting on paying the bartender his tab.
"I told your Mr. McMahon has already settled the tab," the man explained.
"I always pay what I owe," Randy slurred.
"Randy why don't we head back to the hotel," Brie coaxed, "you can order room service an-"
"Get off me bitch," Randy shrugged her away only to topple over a barstool to land sprawled on the floor.
Punk walked up laughing as he poked Randy with his foot.
"Now, now Randal," Punk leered, "I know Cowboy Bob taught you how to treat the ladies better than that."
"There you go with your shit, you sanctimonious straight edge bastard," Randy slurred glaring up at him.
Punk knelt down, "Sanctimonious, ooh, little Randal knows SAT words."
"My head hurts," Randy moaned, "A little help here, if you please."
"Your head tends to hurt when you hit it on a concrete floor," Punk pointed out, "I shouldn't help you, you've only got yourself to blame for not being able to walk out of here under your own power."
Punk pulled Randy to his feet, curling an arm around the man's waist.
"Have you got him?" Brie asked.
"Yeah," Punk said, "It's not my first time wrangling a drunk asshole. I was raised on it."
"There is a cab waiting," Nikki said, "do you need me to come with?"
"Nah, we should be good," Punk said leading Randy toward the exit.
Randy buried his face in Punk's neck effectively leaning on him, "You gonna take care of me?"
"I'm gonna get you back to the hotel and sober you up so you don't die of alcohol poisoning, yes," Punk said.
"Doesn't matter how you spin it," Randy said, "you're still going home with me."
Punk lead him outside to the waiting cab, and helped him in.
"I'm going home with the sexiest motherfucker on the roster," Randy told the driver.
Punk blushed and buckled them in, and then he told the driver where they were heading the ride was quiet and Randy tried to use him as a pillow more than once, and Punk was thankful that the man wasn't asleep when the ride was over, because he wasn't carrying him up to the hotel, he'd get him on to a luggage carousel and take him up to his room. But Randy was able to lean on him and walk once they arrived.
"You smell like sex," Randy observed his face going right back to the crook of Punk's neck.
"I do not," Punk said he'd dutifully spent quite some time making sure he wouldn't smell like sex.
"You do," Randy said, "you tried to wash it off but it's a scent that lingers, I like it on you. Too bad it's not my sex I smell."
"Randy please," Punk said growing more and more embarrassed, "I do not smell like sex, I've been dancing with sweaty men and before that wrestling sweaty men."
"Did the old man give you some?" Randy whispered, "or did you break down and give Cena a piece, the boy has been panting after you for a while now. He's almost as desperate for you as I am."
"Fuck you," Punk said wanting to throw him off and leave him in the parking lot.
"I would," Randy said earnestly, "soft slow, hard fast however you'd want it."
"Don't," Punk said.
"You started this," Randy grinned.
Punk led him through the lobby past the young woman sneering at the front desk. She was looking right through them judging them, and Punk felt like she was justified in her disdain. He was exactly what she thought he was a whore, but it totally wasn't his fault. Last year he couldn't get laid if his life depended on it and today he'd had sex with two different men and was turning down an offer from a third man.
"What floor are you on?" Punk asked.
"Six," Randy mumbled as Punk led him into the elevator he sighed and tried to shrug Randy off but he was pretty keen and pressing his face against Punk's neck leaning most of his body weight on him.
"I'm sleepy," Randy informed him.
Punk realized he had a pretty limited amount of time to get the douche back to his room before he passed out.
"Where's your key-card?" Punk asked knowing damn well better than to ask Randy for room numbers.
A soft snore was what he got in return, so much for the five minute window he was hoping for, he half dragged Randy out of the elevator.
"Randy can you stand up for me," Punk whispered in the drunk man's ear, not really wanting to shatter the peaceful moment they were having, it was the most they'd ever gotten along.
Punk shook the man a little and got nothing in response to his question, the next step was to prop him against the wall with his body and search his pockets for the key card. Which to the old lady passing by looked a little more scandalous.
The old lady shot the most scathing look, and Punk turned beet red with embarrassment. Since when did 70 year old grannies stroll around Florida hotels at two am? It was strange but Punk felt like pervert none the less.
"Going after my dick again?" Randy slurred.
"A fine fucking time for you to regain consciousness," Punk said after he'd found the card in Randy's wallet, he debated plucking a charitable donation for himself so he could buy some Pepsi.
"Could you help me out and walk a little?" Punk asked, "your room is way down the hall. And you're heavy as fuck."
"Am not," Randy purred against Punk's throat the vibrations were starting to have an affect on Punk and not one that he wanted.
Punk half dragged Randy who was probably not helping at all.
"Despite the fact that you've been fucking someone else, you don't smell half bad," Randy mumbled against his throat the low rumble of his voice sending signals down to Punk's groin.
Punk managed to hold Randy up and unlock the door with the key-card. They stumbled into the room. Punk managed to get Randy to the bed but the Viper coiled around him as he was throwing him onto the bed and Punk managed to get trapped underneath the big drunk.
"Randy, get off," Punk tried to push the man off, but found him completely sound asleep on top of him and he couldn't budge him.
He shouted and pushed pinched and Randy didn't move he'd completely passed out on top of him. He managed to move Randy off him a bit but found when he was about to move off the bed Randy curled up with his head on his lap making him an effective pillow.
Punk sighed and looked down at the sleeping man, he'd never seen him so peaceful it was actually quite nice. He realized it was the longest length of time that they'd gotten along. Punk rubbed the short strands of hair on the Viper's head in a manner that was almost tender and if anyone asked about it he'd deny it. Seeing Randy asleep was different, he was gorgeous in the soft light of the hotel room and despite the fact that Punk still thought Randy's personality left a lot to be desired the rest of him was actually made to increase desire. He was by no means on the verge of breaking his rule, he didn't fuck people he didn't like, and right now he was getting all the fucking he could stand.
He moved Randy off his lap, and the divested the man of his shirt and shoes. He rolled him on his side and covered him with a blanket then he brewed some coffee. Unwelcome memories from childhood surfaced, he had many memories of taken care of his too drunk for his own good father. None of them were particularly pleasant, he was able to recall vividly the first time someone had called their house in the middle of the night demanding that someone come pick up his father or they were calling the cops, his mother was working the night shift and they couldn't afford to bail his dad out of jail so he went, age thirteen taking the L down and then driving his dad's work truck home in the snow and wrangling his drunk father once he got home. He hadn't much of a choice he got his father settled on the couch brewed some coffee and then woke the man up in the morning for work. He was the most responsible in his household at the time, he'd make out checks for the electric when his mother forgot.
He didn't know why he was flashing back to that time, but putting Randy to be was pretty familiar, he'd worked hard to effectively not think about that time it made him miserable, and angry forced him to wonder what percent of the population suffered through a childhood like his. He wondered if they were all half-assing being well-adjusted adults the same way he was. He bit his lip and watched the coffee fill the pot usually it was against his beliefs to drink anything that didn't have a Starbucks label but he needed something to shock his system, or maybe he wanted to punish himself some more as if the silent berating he was giving himself wasn't enough.
He left though before the coffee finished but not before casting another glance at the sleeping man in the bed, before leaving the room. He walked quickly briskly, hoping not to meet any of his co-workers in the hallway, because that might be awkward. He spotted Stephen, Layla, and Alicia getting on an elevator but fortunately they didn't see him they were too busy being all over each other. He waited for the next elevator almost impatiently.
He needed to get the hell out of there because honestly, he was finding new ways to fuck up his life for fun. What started out as ignorant gloated turned in to his idiotic need to save and take care of every drunk in a three mile radius because that was all he knew. It wasn't fair, it had stolen his childhood and now it w
as taking hours away from his adult life.
He called a cab from the elevator and found it waiting out front and he got in and gave directions to the cabbie to Vince's condo. He found the place dark and quiet, the workers had gone home for the day and Punk was thankful he'd remembered the security code to get in. He liked the small respite from Vince the fact that he was off dealing with whatever drama Stephanie was having gave Punk to take the longest bubble bath he could manage as so to not smell like he'd been out fucking other men when his boyfriend got home which he had but maybe he could wash away the encounter, rationalize it as just a time thing.
But it had happened twice, and as much as Punk wanted to deny this away he had told John he loved him and it had meant something. But it had meant something with Vince this afternoon hadn't it? He was sufficiently more confused than ever especially with Randy acting like a human tonight all be it a drunken human but a human nonetheless and he hadn't wanted to see him in that light, he hadn't wanted to think him handsome but he had.
After he'd had his bath he dressed in the one lone pair of pajama pants he'd brought with him that he was fairly fucking sure were Scott's but they were soft and warm and a little bit more comfort clothing than the tight boxer briefs he usually wore just to keep from being naked. Instead of going to the master bedroom he went to the small living room with the modest flat screen and was pleased to discover Vince had a Roku which meant he could have good time with Netflix since he definitely was going to be getting any sleep. He was already an insomniac, now with the weight of having to choose between two lovers things were not easy.
After making some popcorn and having the most self depreciating thoughts about how cheaters didn't deserve coffee and popcorn, and boyfriends that by them thousands of dollars worth of jewelry and even a private jet. Granted Vince had canceled the jet and Punk had chickened out on wearing the collar and Vince didn't even all him out on it after he promised he would. He'd put it in a safe place under his journal in his bag and he'd had his things sent to Vince's place after the show. He'd taken the collar out of his bag and set it on the coffee table. And now he was just gazing at it.
His phone rang startling him out of his thoughts, he recognized the ringtone as Nikki's, he answered it on the third ring, gracious for any kind of distraction to stop him from staring at the gawdy piece of jewelry that shined at him reflecting all of his mistakes.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey bitch open the door and lemme in," was the greeting he got from his friend.
He stood and walked to the front door and entered the code into the key pad and opened the door. There stood on the doorstep was the smirking brunette.
"Sweet digs," Nikki said side stepping Punk and letting herself into the house casually dropping her huge duffle bag as she did, "What ya doing?"
"Self examining," Punk said shutting the door and resetting the code on the key pad.
Nikki walked further into the house, "You're not naked and I don't see a hand mirror."
"Not that kind of self examining Nikki," Punk laughed he really needed this and was glad the bitch decided to seek him out he desperately needed a little bit of time with her.
"Well that's no fun," Nikki said, "I was gonna help."
"Seriously Nik, can we be serious?" Punk asked walking through the kitchen sitting on the couch Indian style, "I am just fucking things up left and right."
"Are we about to have a heavy conversation?" she asked.
"Yeah," Punk looked up at his friend.
"I'm gonna need a chance to shower and change," she said, "Graciously point me in the direction of the nearest guest bathroom."
"Just to the right," Punk pointed.
Nikki dragged the rolling duffle in the direction he had pointed, and he sat back on the couch and picked up the expensive collar Vince had bought for him rolling it over and over in his palms. It felt heavier than it had when he'd first been given it the diamonds reflecting all of his transgressions.
"Ooh…jewelry, did Vinnie Mac give you something for being a good boy?" Nikki asked appearing beside him with wet hair wearing a long tee shirt that belonged to John.
"Yeah," Punk sighed, "he wanted me to wear it out tonight. I wonder if I would have still fucked John if I'd worn it."
"Whoa, back the truck up, you fucked John tonight?"
"Yep, at the club, while Vince was there, if there was an academy award for slut of the year I'd win," Punk said looking down at the collar in his hands.
"I wonder if we can have Vince add it as a category for the Slammy's?" Nikki asked.
"Only if Stratus can present it to me," Punk laughed.
Nikki laughed, "That would be epic, but if anyone is getting the Slut of the Year Award at the Slammy's it would Alicia, nearly everybody has ridden her."
"She wasn't in a relationship, she could go around spreading her cat around," Punk said, "I was someone who said he wanted to be a committed relationship then I went and fucked someone else."
"Don't do this Punk," Nikki said, "As your self appointed spirit guide. I think you should tell Vince what happened."
"If I tell him he'll leave me," Punk said meeting her eyes, "I can't lose him."
"You still have to be honest," she said, "you'd want him to be honest with you."
"I would," he sighed, "do you think he's going to leave me when I tell him?"
"I don't know Punk," Nikki said.
"What if I didn't tell him?" Punk said, "I mean it was a lapse in judgment a complete loss of control."
"You're usually a master of self control," Nikki said, "What the hell happened?"
"I was feeling a bit jealous that John had brought a date and then all the things he said this afternoon I really wasn't up for a party so I danced a little with Vince and I snuck off after Hunter fucked things up royally with Steph. There's this part of the club that's being renovated upstairs, I went up there to kind of clear my head and John was there."
"So it was like we got a few minutes alone how about we get it in before anyone notices?"
"No, I swear that wasn't my intention when I saw him," Punk said, "I was like hey here's this guy I like he's really cute and I wanna talk him into dancing with me. First it was kissing and then there was dancing then the next thing I knew I was on a pool table with my pants pulled down and my legs up over John's shoulders."
"Really, Punk, really?"
"Yes," he said, "I didn't plan it but I saw him and he was totally hot and I wanted to jump him on sight. Then we talked kissed and then I was up on the pool table."
"Not that part the fact that they had a pool table," Nikki said, "I'm freaking awesome at pool, I've got to weasel my way into playing Vince, if I can get the bet high enough and keep beating him I'll finally be able to pay off my surgery."
"I can't believe you took out a loan your implants," he shook his head, "you didn't need them anyway, you were great the way you were."
"I wasn't meant to be flat chested Punk," Nikki said, "I was becoming the me I've always been inside."
"How much do you owe on them?"
"Another couple grand," Nikki shrugged.
"You make pretty good why not just pay it off?"
"Okay, I'm gonna let you in on a secret," Nikki said, "We've discovered your weakness is John my weakness is designer shoes. If you're rocking Jimmy Choo or Louboutin no one is gonna care if your dress is from Marshalls."
"You're crazy," Punk said, "I think you might be right, we both have our weaknesses and we can help each other over come them. I happen to be a total tightwad. Frugal is totally what I do best. I think maybe you can be a buffer between me and John and not let us get alone time until I can get over my feelings for him."
"How deep are these feelings Punk?" Nikki asked.
"I think I might love him," he said, "and I kinda told him a little bit."
"Please don't look like that like you're pouting kicked puppy, come here," she told him, "don't you dare cry, we'll fix this."
"What if I'm making a mistake?" Punk asked, "what if I didn't pick right? When I'm alone with either of them I feel like it's where I'm supposed to be. With Vince I feel safe and comfortable like I know there's a future for us. When I'm with John I feel sexy and wanted and like just the moment we're in matters."
"I can't choose for you," Nikki said, "I mean I could, but you need to make your own choice."
"I should just catch a flight out to Tampa," Punk said, "so I can have some time to think before I deal with this."
"No, you should have done your thinking before you kissed John," Nikki said, "honestly, how is anyone supposed to know what you want when you say one thing and do another? You will not cry about this, nor will you bitch and moan. You will tell Vince about your indiscretion or you'll bury it and stay with him like it never happened. Or you'll tell him and go to John, and it'll be your choice. Because that's the one thing you haven't done, not really, you started up with Vince and just carried on with John the same way you did before continuing your tradition of fucking as Monday bleeds into Tuesday."
"I just don't wanna think about it right now," Punk told her.
"You're going to have to face it eventually," Nikki said.
"Have you ever been in love with two guys at once?"
"Yeah," Nikki said, "but fortunately for me Justin Timberlake and Lance Bass were blind to my advances."
Punk laughed.
"So mindless fun to take your mind off the mess you're going to totally deal with tomorrow?"
"Yep," Punk bit his lip and grinned at his friend.
"I know the perfect thing to watch," Nikki said zooming though Netflix.
Punk glared at the screen, "Really Nikki?"
"It's my guilty pleasure," she admitted, "I think you could use a dose of wholesome. And when I was a kid I always dreamed about being a famous popstar and maintaining my normal life at school."
"I'm not watching that," Punk said.
"Come on Punk, Miley is the only chick who has dealt with having two guys all up on her without things getting messy," Nikki said, "We'll watch the first episode so you can get to know all the characters and then we'll go to the episode where she has those two boos at the same time and has to make a choice. I suggest you follow the same steps she did to arrive her decision and stay off both cocks until you can."
"Nikki I don't think a Disney Channel show is gonna hold the key to my problems," Punk said.
"It'll get you laughing and stop you from looking like a kicked puppy which is really all I want is to see you smile," Nikki said, "you've been mopey since I got here. Put the collar on or put it away, stop staring at it commiserating over your mistakes."
"Whores don't deserve jewelry," Punk said.
"You're not a whore," Nikki pointed out, "and who the fuck told you that?"
"Nobody told me, I heard my dad say it to my mom," Punk said, "she was pretty pissed at not getting anything for being married ten years."
"So your mom cheated on your dad?"
"I don't think so," Punk said, "he said awful things when he was drunk. He was the one who ripped out my eyebrow ring after he heard I was in an underground production of Rocky Horror."
"I'm picturing you in the Frakenfurter costume as we speak," Nikki said.
"I wasn't Frankenfurter," Punk said, "I was the creature."
"Even better," Nikki said, "Gold shorts or speedo?"
"Speedo," Punk said laughing, "Coming home in just a speedo and sneakers during pride week isn't exactly the best way to get your homophobic dad to stay off your case."
"Come on cuddle up Punky pal, we're gonna watch some Hannah Montana," Nikki said.
Punk sighed and put on the collar rather than putting it away, his decision was made he was going to pretend that tonight with John never happened. Hopefully, given his track record John would forget too.
Despite his protests he kept watching more episodes after Nikki had fallen asleep with her head in his lap. The acting left a lot to be desired, but it was young cast and it had solid writing and some of the jokes were on the funnier side of corny. He looked through the list to find the episode that Nikki had been talking about and put it on just to see how Miley was planning to deal with her two boyfriends.
He was going to make a list the first chance he got and that would decide who he'd pick, and he'd do it on the back of headshots belonging to John and Vince because you have to factor in that part too right? And he'd have to ask Colt's opinion, because like it or not he was so delirious from the little amount sleep he'd gotten in the past few days he was drawing comparisons between himself and the show's title character and if he had to be Miley, Colt was gonna be Lily, and that made Nikki, the floppy haired boy Punk found amusing in and of itself.
Punk wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but the room was dark and he felt lips against his ear and fingers in his hair.
"Why don't you two come to bed, it's really early you two can grab a little sleep before we fly to Tampa," Vince whispered.
"Okay," Punk whispered.
He woke up Nikki but she mumbled nonsense and he ended up carrying her upstairs.
"You might as well put her in with us," Vince said.
"Was gonna anyway," Punk told him, "you get me you get my friends."
"As long as I'm not gonna have share a bed with all your friends," Vince said, "though that chubby friend of yours Cabana could be fun though."
"Vince," Punk said pulling a face.
"He's got a nice ass, admittedly not as nice as yours, but there is potential there," Vince said, "I'd like to see you fuck him."
Punk blushed, he'd successfully not thought about his friend that way in many years.
"I see you finally got around to putting on my gift," Vince said once Punk had put Nikki in the bed and the woman had effectively cocooned herself in the blankets, "how come you didn't wear it out last night?"
"I…" Punk whispered bringing his fingers up to his neck, "I didn't want anything to happen to it. I mean all this is kind of new Vince."
"You were worried there would be more questions," Vince whispered.
"Yeah," Punk said simply as he slipped under the covers, Vince followed wrapping his arms around him.
"You were amazing tonight, the way you danced," Vince said, "It's a shame that I've kept you so hidden."
Punk let himself relax into his older lover's arms, and fell into a restless sleep, and when he woke again he was in bed alone, completely blaming Nikki for the vague dream he had about leading a double life all thanks to a blonde wig.