Dirty Fantasy
Rating: NC17
Content: m/m slash, language
Characters: CM Punk & Elijah Burke (aka Pope D’Angela Dinero)
Summery: Punk & Elijah are inspired to play rough
Written 3/8/10



They were both lying on the couch reading, Punk lying in front of Elijah with Elijah’s arm wrapped around his middle. It was clear to Elijah, however, that Punk had actually stopped paying attention to his book some time ago. He was now alternating between licking his lips and biting his lower lip, a sure sign that he wanted to say something, but didn’t know how.

“Baby,” Elijah purred, finally too distracted to concentrate on his book at all, “you have something you wanna talk about?”

“Uh. No. Well, uh, I don’t know.” Punk cleared his throat, rolling over to face Elijah. Elijah kept a hand on his back to make sure he didn’t fall off the coach. “I just, uh – I, well, I don’t know if I want to.” He bit his lip, an expression so adorable that Elijah had to resist the urge to kiss it away.

“Baby, you know you can tell me anything,” he murmured, setting his book on the end table and brushing a lock of hair from Punk’s cheek. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well, I - ” Punk looked down, his cheeks coloring slightly. “I don’t want you to think I’m a freak.”

“Oh.” A grin spread across Elijah’s face. “Is this bedroom related?”

“Maybe.” Punk licked his lips. “I just – I think things sometimes, and I don’t know if I *really* want them.”

“Baby,” Elijah soothed, his hand rubbing up and down Punk’s back, both supportively and suggestively, “you’ve been very good to me, indulging me in the bedroom. I know you weren’t sure about the foot thing, or letting my tongue go…” His fingers trailed down to Punk’s ass, making his lover blush all the more.

“I know I was hesitant,” Punk stated, “but I was willing to try, for you, and – well, needless to say, it was definitely worth it.” Elijah liked the arousal which grew in his lover’s eyes at those memories, but worry overtook that arousal swiftly enough. “But this is different.”

“How so?” Elijah challenged. He raised an eyebrow. “Do you wanna do a rape fantasy?”

“No!” Punk looked at him sharply. “I mean, not that I haven’t ever – but – no that’s not what I’m thinking!”

“Baby, just tell me,” Elijah coaxed, rubbing Punk’s back gently. “I’ll prob’ly be game.”

“I – I want to - ” Punk took a deep breath. “Well, you know how porn is often so – well, not romantic? I mean, I’d never actually want a guy to treat me like that, for real I mean, but – I kind of want - ” He paused to bite his lip, but pushed on, “I just want you to ram your dick in my mouth and talk real nasty to me and come all over my face.”

Elijah was a bit taken aback, but a grin quickly spread across his face. “Seriously? I thought you said cumshots were disgusting.”

“Well, they are.” Punk’s face had gone bright red. “When it’s with strangers, anyway. But, the allure of that shallow nasty sex is just – it’s fucking hot. I wouldn’t really let some guy fuck my mouth in a back alley and come all over me, but with you - ” He licked his lips again, resorting to a shrug.

“Oh, I understand, baby.” Elijah leaned in for a kiss, losing himself in the feel of Punk’s soft, wet lips against his. He finally drew back, licking his own lips to try and retain the flavor of his lover. “I’d love to give it a try, baby. Although I feel kinda bad coming on your face, it seems kinda – demeaning.”

“Why do you think I’m so embarrassed?” Punk sighed. “We don’t have to tell anyone, though. And it’s not like I want you to do it randomly. I just wanna try it.” He sunk onto the floor, drawing Elijah’s legs to either side of him and gazing hotly up at his lover.

Elijah’s eyes widened. “Now?”

“Why not?” Punk licked his lips, this time in anticipation, helping Elijah out of his jeans. “How ‘bout we’re on a grungy space station, and you’ve just gotten back from months of hard work in space. You haven’t had sex in ages, and you’re so fucking horny, you just wanna round up some whore and fuck his face in a back alley.”

“Damn baby,” Elijah breathed, too turned on to make a joke about Punk’s love of sci-fi fantasies. “If you want me to stop or I’m too rough, just pinch my legs or something,” he breathed, his hands cupping around the back of Punk’s neck. He lovely to dirty talk, but he had a feeling this time Punk wanted him to push it a bit further. “You ready to take some cock?” he growled, slipping into the character Punk had given him.

Punk just licked his lips, opening his mouth. His eyes met Elijah’s in a smoldering gaze, the lewd invitation going right to Elijah’s cock. Without hesitation, he shoved his cock into Punk’s mouth, beginning to pump into the hot wet hole, roughly but not enough to hurt.

Punk was breathing rapidly through his nose, his eyes still locked with Elijah’s. Elijah’s heart was racing as he gazed down, torn between Punk’s eyes and the sight of his cock filling his lover’s mouth to the brim. “Yeah, take that you dirty little bitch. Take my cock all the way down that cheap fucking throat. You like having a real man in your mouth?” He thrust in with relish, his hands pulling Punk’s head toward him. “Aw fuck, that’s good! Fuck.” He was really enjoying ramming into Punk’s mouth, and, when he glimpsed down past the combination of cock and mouth, he was relieved to see that Punk too was rock hard.

“Yeah.” He growled, grasping Punk’s hair and working the other man’s mouth on his dick. “Take it all the way down that pretty throat. Eat my fucking dick. You fucking little whore. Fuck.” He continued to ram his meat home, sensing that he climax wasn’t far off. “You wanna take my cum, whore?” he growled. “You wanna take it all over your fucking face?” He yanked his dick out of Punk’s mouth, giving it a few jerks before he shot his whole load right onto Punk’s cheeks.

Punk just sat there for a moment, panting as little bits of white dripped off his nose and dribbled into his beard. “Fuck,” he groaned, taking a deep breath.

His orgasm fading, Elijah reached down to cup Punk’s cheek. “You ok baby? I didn’t hurt you?”

The huge grin that took over Punk’s face surprised him, and before he knew it his lover was on top of him, kissing him madly. “That was SO fucking hot!” Punk exclaimed, grinding his still-hard cock against Elijah. “FUCK that was hot. I feel so fucking dirty.” He shivered a little, his tongue snaking out to lick a bit of come from the corner of his mouth.

“Dirty whore,” Elijah chided. “Kissing me with cum on your face.” He reached to wipe the bits of white from his own cheeks, but Punk caught his hand, bending down to lap the cum away.

“Better?” he murmured, sitting back and grinning wickedly at his lover.

“Not quite.” Elijah wrapped his hand around Punk’s cock, giving it a nice stroke. “We’ve still got this to take care of.”

Punk nodded, leaning down close to his lover’s ear. “Fuck me in the shower?” he whispered. “I need to get the fucking cum out of my beard.”

“I’ll fuck you good,” Elijah growled in response, the hot kisses he shared with his lover countering the menace in his voice. “God you are so hot,” he breathed as he grabbed Punk around the waist, lifting him up and carrying him so they could still exchange kisses. “You never fucking cease to surprise me.”

“You’re such a good fuck, I gotta try new things,” Punk murmured in response, wrapping his arms around Elijah’s neck to claim a deeper kiss. “Fuck I want you inside me!”

“I’m gonna cum in your fucking ass,” Elijah growled as he carrying Punk into the bathroom, heading for the large shower stall.

“Oh god yeah,” Punk breathed. “I wanna be thoroughly fucking ravished!”

“That,” Elijah stated as he pressed Punk against the tiled wall, reaching for the lube, “is no fucking problem.”


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