Go a Little Crazy
Rating: R
Content: m/m slash
Characters: CM Punk, Elijah Burke
Summery: Punk takes the unsuspecting Elijah on one crazy ride
Note: Takes place in April 2007, when Punk briefly joined the New Breed, immediately messed with Elijah’s head, then turned on him 2 weeks later. I was re-watching the angle while putting together a Punk/Elijah DVD, and got jumped by this plot bunny. Starts after ECW 4/10/07, when Punk joined the New Breed, and goes through ECW 4/24/07, when he turned on Elijah.
Note II: A little bit different than I usually write this couple. I wanted to unleash Punk as he was in the New Breed angle, with an undertone of deviousness and that delicious playfulness.
Written 5/14/08-5/17/08

Punk kissed him the second they were backstage. It came as a shock to Elijah; sure, he enjoyed looking at Punk’s sweat slicked muscles, but his intentions in recruiting Punk for the New Breed had been honorable.

Being high on victory, he eagerly returned Punk’s kisses. He wasn’t about to argue with a hot man pulling him into an empty locker room. Waving off the rest of the New Breed, he let Punk drag him to the couch, where they kissed feverishly. He had no idea where Punk got a condom, but before he knew it, it was on him and Punk was riding him. The sex was hot and rough, the couch banging against the wall as they fucked.

Then Punk was lying on him, their chests heaving together. Sweat trickled down their bodies as both men tried to catch their breath. “Hot,” was all Punk whispered, before kissing him again.

For a solid week after that, it had been a sex fest. Elijah had hardly seen the other members of the New Breed. It seemed that every moment, Punk was kissing him, and he spent more time in bed than he did on his feet.

It was when Punk came to ringside during his match and slid him the chair, far too hard for him to catch as it sailed by, that he began to question the Straight Edge Superstar’s motives. Sex was far from his mind as he lay defeated on the mat, reeling from RVD’s chair shot. Scenes from earlier in the night swam through his head; Punk trying to talk up Striker, then Kevin and Marcus. He had talked to them as if he were the leader of the New Breed, rather than Elijah. Elijah didn’t like that one bit.

Then, Punk was sliding into the ring, laying a hand on his chest. Despite the pain in his head, Elijah couldn’t help his arousal. The constant sex over the past week had conditioned him to get hard practically the second Punk touched him, because that touch was always followed by a hot mouth on his cock, or Punk’s tight ass sinking down over him. He barely heard Punk’s apology as the other man helped him up, leading him into the back.

To his great surprise, Punk deposited him on a couch, but didn’t join him. The straight edger simply handed over an icepack, then turned to invite the rest of the New Breed in. Elijah could only watch in a daze as Punk addressed the rest of the group, talking about matches and strategy. He frowned, but was too out of it to take charge of the situation. After a lengthy discussion about the coming week, Punk sent the group back to the hotel to rest, turning to Elijah with a lopsided grin.

“Now to take care of you,” he murmured, crawling up onto the couch with Elijah. Elijah didn’t know quite what to say. He licked his lips, watching with anticipation as Punk slid down his body, firmly grasping Elijah’s crotch and rubbing him through his trunks. Elijah groaned, moaning louder as Punk extracted his cock from the trunks, giving the head a good licking before taking it into his mouth.

“Yeah baby,” he groaned, fingers tangling in Punk’s hair. Punk could suck like no one else, and the long, mindblowing blowjob he received quieted his doubts. Once they made it back to the hotel, they spent the night having sex, leaving Elijah so exhausted he could hardly think.

Elijah had always prided himself on being smart. He could think circles around his opponents, and was always ahead of the game. But with Punk’s sweet lips and supple thighs constantly on offer, he was having trouble getting his mind on anything else. He had never had such mind numbing, all consuming sex, and it was such an amazing experience that nothing else seemed to matter.

There was a lot that people didn’t know about CM Punk. The fact that he was straight edge, for instance, didn’t mean that he was always on the straight and narrow. He enjoyed to play games, especially when his playmates had no idea they were even involved in one. He enjoyed experimenting, and he enjoyed exploring his desires thoroughly and passionately. When his attraction to Elijah Burke began to intensify, he knew he had found something he wanted to unleash to the highest degree.

He had never been in an entirely sexual relationship. He had never let himself give in to every craving, every pang of lust, every potentially hot and sordid urge. He was allowing himself greater freedom than he had ever experienced, and Elijah seemed willing to go along with him every step of the way.

At the same time, he enjoyed observing just how oblivious all the sex made Elijah. Elijah had hardly batted an eye as he assumed leadership of the New Breed; the silver tongued pugilist had simply laid back, waiting for Punk to suck his cock again. Punk had never tried to control a man like this before, and it was amazing how easy it was. Even after he ‘accidentally’ threw Elijah’s opponent a chair, Elijah didn’t question him.

Punk was also surprised that, after several weeks, he hadn’t tired of the sex. He legitimately couldn’t get enough of Elijah; his body was tight, his lips were big and soft, and his cock was absolutely fantastic. Punk was currently sitting on Elijah’s lap, having a long slow fuck as they waited for the show to begin.

“Lij,” he gasped, leaning down for kisses. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to go through with his plans for tonight. He had really just joined the New Breed to get closer to Elijah, and to have some fun messing with the heads of the entire group. He knew he couldn’t keep up the sexual pace he had set, and he intended to put a finite end on the affair. Now, though, with Elijah’s cock inside him, giving him such delicious pleasure, he was questioning whether he was really willing to give that up.

He did it. He just couldn’t back out on his plan. He felt a little sad, as he raised the near unconscious Elijah up on his shoulders for the GTS. He had a follow up, though, no longer a game to him; he wanted to get Elijah back. It seemed crazy to turn on him, then win him back over, but he wanted to start again. Really, he wanted to test how Elijah felt about him. He had a sneaking suspicion that he might actually have feelings for Elijah, that there could be something there beyond pure sexual gratification. If Elijah would take him back after this, without a blowjob or a fuck on offer, he was ready to do away with games.

He waited for a while, lurking outside the New Breed’s locker room until he could catch a moment alone with Elijah. Elijah was laying on the couch when he entered, looking dejected as he turned a melting ice pack in his hands. He scowled when he saw Punk, his body instantly tensing angrily. “What the fuck do you want?” he spat out.

Punk leaned back against the door, crossing his arms over his chest. “Look, I’m sorry I screwed with your head. I’m kinda surprised you let me.”

Elijah sighed, looking away. “Just get out.”

Punk licked his lips, not taking his eyes off Elijah, who was trying very hard not to look back at him. “Do you really want me to?”

“I don’t wanna fuck!” Elijah shook his head angrily. “I can’t believe you still think I’d screw you after this. You had your fucking fun, leave me alone.”

Punk still made no move to leave. “I want to take you out,” he stated. “For dinner. Something nice.”

Elijah had to look at him, his brow creasing in confusion. “You - you asking me out?” He shook his head, pressing the icepack to his forehead, more so he wouldn’t have to look at Punk than anything else.

“Yeah.” Punk shrugged. “I let myself go a bit crazy, but I’m not gonna mess with you like that again. I like you.”

Elijah sighed, pressing the icepack over his eyes. “I don’t get you,” he whispered.

“That’s ‘cos all we’ve done is fuck. We could date for a while. Really get to know each other,” Punk offered.

Elijah snorted, gesturing wildly with the icepack. “You are unbelievable!” He shook his head, kneading the icepack with his fingers and staring down at it.

“Couldn’t hurt to try, could it?” Punk gave a little smirk. “You can always dump me if it doesn’t work out.”

“Punk!” Elijah gestured with the icepack again. “You used me!”

“I played with you,” Punk corrected. “It’s different.” He strode over to the couch, sitting down next to Elijah’s tense body. “Come on, Lij,” he coaxed, putting his hand over Elijah’s. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy all that sex.” Elijah wouldn’t look at him, but Punk could see his mouth twitch. “Just one date,” Punk breathed. “Let me take you out, treat you to a nice dinner. If we don’t click, you can dump my ass. What do you say?”

Elijah sighed deeply, forcing himself to meet Punk’s earnest gaze. “You really serious this time?”

“Yes.” Punk laced their fingers together, giving him a little smile. “For the record, I never lied to you, Elijah.” He chuckled. “I don’t think we’ve even had a conversation, it’s just been sex sex sex and sex. I’ve never been crazy like that before. And I liked it, but I want to start at the beginning now.” He gave Elijah a beautiful smile. “Will you go out with me? Please ?”

Elijah pursed his lips in thought, looking back down at the icepack. “I must be crazy,” he murmured, his eyes turning back to Punk. He took a deep breath. “Alright. One date. But you damn well better be straight with me.”

“I can do that,” Punk whispered, closing his eyes as he leaned in for a soft kiss. He smiled as he drew back, squeezing Elijah’s hand once more to reassure him. “Tomorrow night? I’ll drive.”

“Alright.” Elijah took a deep breath, looking rather troubled as Punk left the room. “I must be crazy,” he murmured to himself. But there was something about Punk he just couldn’t get out of his head.


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