A/N:I reread this thing pretty much all last night and today early in the morning. I figured I owed it to myself (and to those of you that have been UBER patient) to finish this story. I love writing and I am slowly allotting myself more time to do what I like doing. I hope you guys enjoy; thank you for the patience. Also IT IS ABOUT GOD DAMN TIME. THE SEXUAL TENSION WAS KILLING ME.

On to the story! :]

Their hips were rolling together now, Morrison's pink lips latched onto the blond's pierced nipple as he let out a quiet whimper when he felt Punk's skilled hands kneading his perfectly toned ass. The brunette panted against the other male's chest as he pushed back towards Punk's greedy hands. "Room?" it was a combination of a whine and a whisper, Morrison feeling almost embarrassed at how wound up he was right now just from kissing and groping his partner.

He let out an annoyed grunt at the almost begging question but he nodded, standing up effortlessly and carrying the sculpted male he was lucky enough to call his boyfriend towards the bedroom.

Morrison took advantage of the sudden change in position, wrapping his legs around the blond's waist and rolling his hips against Punk's body. His hardness was pressing against Punk's stomach and despite the fact that the shift had made Morrison release Punk's nipple, the brunette allowed his hands to explore any part of the other male's body they could reach as he continued to grind against the newer escort. A light gasp left his lips as Punk slammed him against the bedroom wall as soon as they were in there.

"You're making it difficult for me to be gentle." The words were almost growled against Morrison's lips as Punk captured them in a greedy kiss again. He felt the other's legs loosen around his waist and hooked his hand to the back of the brunette's thigh as he rocked against Morrison's firm body.

"So don't be." His skin flushed at the words because Morrison could hear how desperate he was and was sure Punk heard it too. "-we've waited enough." Another almost sob-like whine as he pushed against Punk's body, "Please. We'll have all the time in the world for gentle after tonight." John huffed, Punk's movements ceasing for a few seconds and making him begin to writhe against the other male. "Punky, please." Another gasp left his kiss-swollen lips as Punk began pushing against his body, he closed his eyes when he felt Punk's lips on his overly sensitive neck. It didn't take Punk long to figure out that John liked the attention. Punk's teeth dragged along his pulse and Morrison let out a whine, arching against the other male as goosebumps spread across his skin.

He grinned at the reaction, tattooed hands now groping and exploring every inch of skin they could reach. It wasn't long before Morrison was panting beneath him, Punk's hand now working the male's tight-fitting jeans off. He felt the brunette's lips start trailing down to his chest again and growled, gripping those soft locks and pulling John's head back against the wall. "I'm not done admiring and tasting my Pretty Boy's body." It was a simple statement but Punk noticed the way Morrison's body just froze. A quiet chuckle left his lips as he pushed the jeans down John's legs and instructed the other to step out of them as Punk forced himself to put distance between them.

He let out a small breath when Punk pulled away, his body already craving the other's heat. Still, John did as requested, taking his briefs off since Punk had also pulled them down. John bit his lip, looking at Punk's face and searching for his reaction. Punk was looking at him like he was the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen and Morrison squirmed under the intense stare.

He stepped closer, groping his boyfriend's hard cock and groaning quietly as he managed to squeeze a few drops of precum out. Punk brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. "You taste better than I could have imagined." he purred, hands back to mapping out John's body. Punk revelled in the feel of the other's body quivering under his roaming hands. The blond kissed John again, pressing their bodies together and allowing the man to feel his own hardness through his jeans "Look what you do to me." he grabbed John's hand, leading it to his crotch and grinning at the quiet whine he got out of the other. Punk pressed John's hand against his hard cock again, "Do you want that, Pretty Boy?"

"Yes." it was a breathless moan, his fingers attempting to curl around Punk's cock but the damn material of his partner's jeans not allowing him to do so.

"I want to hear you say it."

Morrison flushed but met the male's gaze as he squeezed Punk's cock the best he could, "I want your cock." there was definitely more whine to his voice than he would ever admit to but Morrison couldn't bring himself to care.

A pause as Punk considered it, one of his hands moving up and down John's torso. He pinched one of the male's nipples and gave a small nod, "Take my pants off." Punk stood still as the brunette undressed him, wetting his lips as cool air hit his hot cock. His hands tangled in the other's hair again once they were both nude, pulling John in for a searing kiss. As he felt Morrison get lost in the kiss, his hands trailed down the male's body; Punk grabbed fistfuls of the male's ass and groaned as he smacked the round cheeks.

He hardly had a chance to catch his breath after Punk spanked him before the kiss was broken. Morrison was tossed onto the bed and Punk was crawling over him. A whine left him as he was instructed to open his mouth, feeling Punk's thick cock push past his lips and not stop until the blond's length was hitting the back of his throat. He swallowed and looked up, attempting to see Punk's face as he began swirling his tongue around the thickness and sucked hard every time Punk began pulling out of his mouth.

Soon, Punk had Morrison whining and gagging on his cock. He'd made a mess of that pretty face and he loved every second of it. Punk pulled his cock out again, letting the other catch his breath. He swiped some of the spit from his boyfriend's lips then slid the wet digits between Morrison's supple cheeks.

Morrison spread his legs as he felt the other's movements, easily reaching down to grab his own thighs and spreading himself wider for the blond. He heard his lover groan just before feeling those slicked digits press into his tight hole. His head hit the mattress as Punk pushed his head back down to resume the mouth-fucking.

Punk turned Morrison into a quivering mess in no time. The veteran escort was whining every time Punk twisted the digits that were deep in the male's heat just the perfect amount. And Punk had just stopped fucking that amazing mouth so he was able to hear all the sinful sounds Morrison was producing. The blond leaned down and kissed the other deeply, the lip lock making his brunette partner arch against him and begin fucking himself on Punk's digits. He almost growled at the action, sliding his digits out before positioning himself and pushing John's legs up against the male's chest in one swift motion.

The brunette attempted to relax but he was so wound up he ended up just squirming under Punk until he felt that thick cock stretch him open. "Ohh!" he let out a pathetic moan as Punk bottomed out, looking up at the blond with raw need clear in his eyes. "Phil, please mo-ve!" And his plea was answered. The blond began thrusting into him harder than Morrison thought possible.

Hearing his name fall from those pretty lips did something to him. Punk fucked Morrison harder and harder, hand moving from the back of the brunette's legs to slide up the man's sweat dampened chest. He grinned when the other shifted to hold himself in that position for Punk's violent thrusts. "You're fucking beautiful." he rasped out, eyes darkening as thrusts got more violent and one of Punk's hands wrapped around Morrison's neck while the other worked the male's cock expertly.

"Ah!" he was a panting and whining mess at this point, his face flushed as he attempted to meet Punk's movements. He gasped for air but Punk wasn't letting up. Morrison's eyes closed for a brief second before he wrapped his legs around Punk and clawed at the male's back. His release ripping out of him along with a muffled groan as Punk kissed him and the male's hand tangled in Morrison's messy locks. He felt the slightest hesitation as Punk began pulling out of him but Morrison's legs wrapped tighter around the male's waist and held him still. He grinned and rolled them over, a hand now on the blond's tattooed chest as he reached behind himself and guided Punk's leaking cock back inside him.

Punk let out a string of curses before lifting his hands up to the brunette's hips and just enjoying the sight of Morrison fucking himself despite having just cum across both of their chests. "That's it, Pretty Boy. Keep making… fuck!... make us both feel good." he groaned, dropping his head back as he bucked up into the slightly larger male, eyes closing when Morrison began twisting his hard nipples and that wonderful ass clenched around him. Punk attempted to give a warning but Morrison only sped up and practically whimpered as he hit his own spot. The Chicagoan released into Morrison's tight ass, groaning as he felt the other squeeze around him even more and speed up his movements, "Yes! Mm milk that cock, babe."

Morrison flushed even more as his body trembled and another, smaller orgasm spilled out of him shortly after he heard Punk say that. He panted, moving to lay next to the blond and letting out a long breath. "Wow." the brunette's body trembled a few times as he laid there, looking up at the ceiling and attempting to regain control of his breathing. He reached for Punk.

Punk laughed but he had to agree with the brunette. He pushed John's messy hair back then kissed him slowly, thumb caressing Morrison's jaw as he did so. He felt Morrison shift after a moment and let the other clean them up as much as possible then throw one of the sheets to the floor.

"Cuddles." he huffed and curled up against Punk's chest, oddly satisfied from the feeling of being filled with the other's cum.

Who was he to deny the other man what he wanted? Punk happily wrapped an arm around the larger male, pulling Morrison tightly against his body and feeling himself start to doze off, the chronic lack of sleep making that surprisingly easily especially when he felt his relaxed.

Morrison listened as Punk's breathing slowed, smiling at the other male and deciding to let him sleep as he just cuddled with the blond. Why had they waited so long to do this again?

…

John smoothed his hands over his suit again, biting his lip nervously as he stood facing the glass exits from the airport. He kept casting glances around, half expecting Brock to show up and make his life hell here despite knowing the large abuser had no way of knowing where John really was. He'd been alone in Henderson for 8 days now and, despite the fact that he made the choice to come out here to solve the last major problem he had, John was still terrified of the plan failing. The blond almost whined as people started exiting the airport, anxious to see the only face that could soothe his troubled mind.

The first few days had gone by agonizingly slow but then he got a phone call by Vince - how the male got his number he would never know - telling Randy he could fly out to Nevada to see John. The millionaire had given Randy extremely specific instructions on how to prepare, what he could take, and where to meet John. Fast forward a few more days and that was how Randy got here. He sighed as he exited the bathroom; he hated the heat out here already and he would be glad when he and John could return to New businessman cleaned up as much as he could and grabbed his luggage before heading to the exit. He was told he couldn't bring his phone so he could only hope that John was already out there waiting for him.

Minutes ticked by and John was getting antsy. He kept glancing at the clock then doing a quick scan of the room before his gaze returned to the doors. Just as his mind started spinning out of control, John saw Randy's beautiful, tan face and smiled wide. He rushed over and wrapped his arms around the taller male's frame. "I'm so happy to see you." he was already hiding in the other male's chest, arms squeezing Randy harder once he felt the other's lips on his head.

"Trust me, so am I." Randy squeezed John's body close to his and sighed as he placed a kiss on John's lips. "Is it okay to head to your hotel? I need a shower." he made a face and tried not to grunt when John laughed at him.

John nodded as he pulled away, looking at Randy again and smiling wide. "thank you for coming."

"I told you I could be here as soon as they let me fly out." he smiled back and laced their fingers together before grabbing his luggage again and letting John lead them out. Randy huffed again when he felt the hot air, knowing he would not be very happy if they did any activities outside in this weather. When they got in John's rental (one that Vince was paying for) Randy turned on the AC and shifted to take a better look at John. "...you haven't been sleeping well." he sighed and cupped John's chin, bringing the male in for a soft peck on the lips. "Hopefully me being here will help with that a little." he glanced around the car then slowly let John go so the blond could drive them to the hotel. "I'm taking you out to lunch after this."

John smiled, loving the way Randy fussed over him and genuinely cared for him. He began driving them to the hotel after placing a kiss on Randy's thumb. He could feel the other's stare on him and felt his cheeks heat up with his usual flush "Ran…" before he could even finish, Randy dropped his hand on John's thigh and gave a quick squeeze. He sighed and decided not to comment as he drove them the rest of the way to the hotel he was staying at.

When they pulled up to the hotel, Randy let out a quiet breath. This was a fancy place, something Randy was sure was meant to accommodate the rich gamblers that didn't want to sleep in those bright and loud Vegas hotels. Vince really was taking care of John as he'd promised. Randy was impressed. He'd be even more impressed (and relieved) once John would get the final call letting him know he could return home. Randy let out a small noise as he pulled his luggage out of the back seat, his body aching for actual rest after that torturous flight. Still, he refused to allow John to help him with his luggage as they headed up to John's room.

John silently waved off the employee that was heading their way to help with Randy's things. He was feeling greedy and in need of alone time with the other male.

Randy gently put his bags next to the door and picked up the one with his toiletries before heading into the large bathroom. He cast a quick glance at John, "Want to help me get cleaned up?" Randy smirked as John's face turned that lovely shade of pink then the wider male followed him.

John watched Randy undress as his own hands hastily tugged at the fabric of his own clothes. He waited for Randy to set the temperature and smiled shyly when the younger male gestured for him to join. John stepped under the warm stream for a few seconds before leaning up to give Randy a slow kiss. He felt the tattooed male's hands on his waist and shivered. John pulled away and shook his head gently, "We have a lunch date to get ready for, babe."

Randy grunted and squeezed John's sides softly and gave the blond one last longing kiss before pulling away. He smiled at the other lovingly as soon as John started washing him with the utmost care. Randy knew John was using this as a distraction from what he was sure were jumbled thoughts so he allowed the other to wash him thoroughly and even enjoyed the change.

John hummed as he finished scrubbing Randy, hands gliding over the male's body as he rinsed off all the suds. He placed a kiss on those perfect pecs then whispered against the wet skin, "Lower your head a little for me, Ran?" John's smile only grew as Randy did as was asked then placed his hands on John's waist again. The blond gently massaged Randy's scalp as he shampooed the male's short hair. He loved the quiet noises leaving Randy's lips and almost felt bad when he finished and moved away to let the shampoo wash off.

"Thank you, my love." He whispered as he washed up whatever John didn't help with and watched John clean himself up. Randy could see the exhaustion on the male's face even under that beautiful smile and it made him want to just curl up with the escort and let John sleep. But Randy knew John needed food as well. He stepped out of the shower once they were both clean and dried himself off "What do you recommend around here?"

John walked to the bedroom when he was all dry and began dressing himself as he considered Randy's question. "There's a soul food place nearby that's supposed to be amazing." He suggested, happy to have the other here exploring this unknown city with him for however much longer Vince told them they had to be there.

A/N: Review? Give me any suggestions, please? Or DM me. It has been so long since I updated xoxo