Randy was inside Punk from behind and if he thought the older man was tight the first time, this was suffocating. It was like he hadn't been fucked properly in a while. Randy took full advantage of it though, he loved hearing his name fall from those sinful lips and he pumped in and out of Punk. He pulled Punk's head to the side just a bit so he could kiss the dark haired male again. When he pulled back from the kiss to concentrate more on his task of making his lover forget the sun, Punk did this cute little whine like he couldn't handle being separated. Suddenly Randy flipped their position, Punk on top of the larger man as he thrust his hips upwards whenever Punk bounced downward. Fuck he was only 5 minutes in and he was already about to blow. He couldn't though, Punk deserved so much more than that. Hell he probably deserved much more than Randy could ever offer but there was no way he would ever admit that. Punk was way more than he had bargained for when he agreed for Kofi to set him up. He had assumed that whoever it was would be an ordinary guy but Punk was far from ordinary. He was something different, special even. God he sounded so lame, even to himself. Rolling his eyes he felt the man atop him roll his hips in an oh so enticing way.

"Fuckin Christ…" It was the first intelligible words Punk had muttered since they started. Randy could feel Punk's prostate and he grazed it with every thrust making the older man whine and moan with each movement. Randy loved how verbal his partner was being in bed, quite people were boring and didn't give him much incentive to come back but if Punk would allow it he would definitely hit him up and take him out. Especially if this would be the end result. Punk's hip movements were getting slower and sloppier which was something Randy so did not want right now. He had to take control. Randy pushed Punk further onto all fours and he came up on his knees behind him. He was going to give this self proclaimed punk the best fuck of his life, one he would never forget.

The next morning

Randy woke up to someone's hands all over him followed by soft butterfly kisses. As the hands got lower so did the lips and soon those lips would be on his…

"mmmmm." A low moan left his throat as his bedfellow's lips wrapped around his hardening cock. He would take this wake up call any day. Just as Punk started to pick up his pace, Randy's phone rang on the bedside table ruining everything. He heard Punk sigh and make his way back up his toned, tanned body, his olive green eyes sparkling with mischief. Grabbing the phone Randy had half the mind to tell the person on the other end exactly what he thought of him for ruining the moment.

"Hello?" He answered. He wasn't expecting any calls today after all it was a Sunday and everyone who worked for him knew not to call on Sunday's.

"Hi it's Trevor." Randy stayed quiet trying to think about it. As far as he knew he had never met anyone by that name.

"I met you last night?"

"Oh yeah the waiter from the concert. Ugh…I believe I told you to call me tomorrow though. That I'd be busy until then." Randy had noticed that Punk became still as he spoke and when he looked at him he noticed the anger that had replace the mischief he saw in those eyes mere moments ago. What the hell? It wasn't like any of this was his fault. He had specifically told the kid to call Monday.

"Look can I just give you a call back tomorrow. I'm in the middle of something." At that Punk had rolled his eyes and got out of the bed, looking for his belongings on the floor. Was he planning on leaving because of this? Randy had quickly ended the phone call and was sitting up in bed.

"Why are you leaving?" He asked, honestly confused. How could he just leave after he had gotten him all worked up again?

"Seriously? You're asking me why I'm leaving after I just heard you on the phone with the guy you flirted with last night? You're a real piece of work." Randy was out of bed and in front of Punk just as he was putting his jeans on.

"What are you talking about, I didn't flirt with anyone last night besides you."

" I saw you Randy! You slipped him your number and winked at him! I can't believe I even came home with you." The last part he seemed to mutter to himself but Randy had still heard him.

"Him? Look he recognized me from one of my commercials and asked about some car work. I was making a deal with him not flirting!"

"Do you think I'm stupid?! Whatever forget it last night was fun and everything but don't call me. I'm not interested in assholes." And with that he left the room leaving behind a very confused Randy. Things just went from 0 to 100 really fast. Sighing and shaking his head Randy started towards the shower replaying what had just happened in his head. Why didn't Punk believe him? He didn't think he gave him any cause to do so. Turning the faucet on waited for the water to get just right before stepping inside. His mind kept wandering to the man who had just left his house though. Would he even be able to find his way home? And how would he get home? Randy is the one who brought him here, he didn't drive. Quickly washing himself Randy stepped out and wrapped a towel around his lean waist going straight to his phone afterwards. Finding Kofi's number he hit the call button and waited for the mutual friend to answer.

"Hey Kofi, look Punk just left all of a sudden and uh, I don't know how well he knows his way around the city but my neighborhood alone is hard to maneuver." He heard his friend sigh then heard another voice, a female voice.

"I'm sort of busy here, in case you didn't hear so whatever it is you did to piss him off just fix it. Punk is a very broken guy. I mean come on, you saw the way Roman treated him at the bar and it was much worse behind closed doors. He isn't trusting of people, especially men, so he hasn't dated in a while. We try to get him out there but nothing ever happens after the first date. None of them were like you though. You're actually his type. Now I'm hanging up, you can either take care of it yourself or let him go. Your choice." Then after that he really did hang up leaving Randy to decide what he wanted to do. On one hand it wasn't really his style to chase on the other Punk was an enigma. He was interesting and presented Randy with a tempting challenge. Could he heal a person? Could he convince Punk that he shouldn't give up on love all because of one asshole? Pulling on a pair of jeans and a hoodie he made his decision. He grabbed his keys off the hook when he went downstairs and went to the garage, getting in his Range Rover, Orton pulled out of his driveway and hit the streets looking for the man that left. He went around his block and nothing. Maybe Punk had made it out of the neighborhood. Turning down another road he noticed a familiar head and drove up next to him.

"You're going the wrong way." Randy noticed Punk jumped when he spoke up and the scowl on his face didn't escape him either.

"Please get in the car. I'll take you home, I promise. Just let me make sure you get there okay." Punk squinted at him.

"Why should I trust you? Mhm? You'll probably just smooth talk your way back into my pants. That's all you want right?" Was he serious?

"Are you kidding me? You're the one who came on to me. I tried to get you to stop remember, I'm the one who said wait. As for the whole trust thing I never gave you a reason not to trust me. Now will you please get in the fuckin car so I can't make sure you actually get home instead of getting lost in this city and god know what happening to you?" Punk seemed to think about it for a while before turning towards the car and opening the door.

"Good. Now where do you live?" Once again he seemed guarded by the question.

"Just drop me off by that bar from last night, it's close enough."

"I'm not going to drop you off in front of a bar stop being stubborn and just tell me." Punk shook his head saying that he wasn't getting anything more than that. God this man was going to make him worry to death. Whatever if that's how he wanted to play this then so be it. No matter what Randy did it would never change Punk's mind.

The ride to the bar was quiet and tense. Even when Randy tried talking, punk shut him down. It was clear he wasn't getting anywhere with him and eventually he just stopped trying. When they reached the bar, Punk didn't even bother telling him good bye before he just opened the door and jumped out. Leaving Randy wondering if he'd ever see the brunette male again.

A/N: Alright guys here it is. Please review!