"Of course I'm upset." Punk let out a ragged breath. "How am I supposed to not be upset? They wanna turn me into some fucking bald Nazi!" He sighed deeply, stroking a lock of his dark hair. "Am I being really fucking shallow about this?"
"Not at all." Elijah pressed a kiss to his ear, cuddling him close. "You wanna look the way you see yourself, not how someone else wants you. It sucks to have to do something you don't believe in because you're ordered to."
"Yeah." Punk sighed again, turning in Elijah's arms. Elijah put an arm around his hip, making sure his lover wouldn't fall back off the couch. "And it won't make a difference to you?" His lip trembled a bit, worry shining from his deep eyes.
"No baby." Elijah leaned in, rubbing noses with Punk, and just barely brushing their lips togther. "I love you no matter what you look like."
"But you won't be less attracted to me?" Punk swallowed hard.
Elijah had to pause, licking his lips. "I can't deny, I like long hair."
"I could make a wig," Punk offered.
"Baby," Eliah soothed, "you'll still be you, that's what matters. Baby." He frowned in concern as Punk began to sniffle. "Baby, it's ok." He kissed both of Punk's eyelids as tears began to trickle out. "Punk, baby, you know I love you."
"I know." Punk took a shuddering breath, trying to blink the tears away. "I just - you know I've always been a pessimist. I mean, I've gotten so much more positive since I've been with you, but I just can't let go of this terrible fear that things are gonna fall apart for us. I don't wanna lose you, you're the best thing I've ever had in my life." His breath hitching, he pressed his face against Elijah's strong chest, his body shaking with sobs. "You just - I know you could have so many guys. Great guys. Gorgeous guys. Guys who - "
"Will never be you." Elijah held him close, rubbing his back soothingly. "I'm over the moon about you, baby. I don't give my heart and my body to just anyone, that's why I was only with two guys before you. I have to seriously feel it, and I've never felt it like this with anyone else. I don't think I ever could. A little hair isn't gonna make me fall out of love with you, baby."
Punk had stopped crying, but was still breathing heavily, hiding his face in Elijah's chest. "I hate this," he whispered. "I hate them controlling me. I hate my job."
"You love your job," Elijah countered. "You just hate a few parts of it. But getting out in front of the crowd, doing what you love, travelling the world; it's amazing."
"It is." Taking a very deep breath, Punk looked up at him again. "Am I just being an idiot?"
"Stop putting yourself down." Elijah leaned in for a kiss, tasting salty tears on Punk's lips. "It's not the worst thing that's happened to you there. For a while Jericho was practically trying to rape you every time you turned around, until we took care of him."
"Yeah." Punk sighed. "I thought about quitting every fucking day for a while, that asshole made my life hell. And it fucking hurt that management condones that shit."
"It's the injustice of life," Elijah murmured, giving his lips another little kiss. "I know this time's very personal, and you have every right to be upset. I can't tell you anything except, this sucks, but I still love you, no matter what."
Punk sighed, hugging Elijah close to him and burying his face in the crook of Elijah's neck. "Promise to still jump me and fuck me the second I'm in the door?" he murmured.
"Try and keep my hands off you." Elijah smirked, running the tip of his finger along Punk's side from his pecs to his hip. "I'll be on you before you can get your shoes off."
"Yeah." Punk managed a smile, shifting so he could pull Elijah on top of him. "You wanna fuck me now?"
"Have I ever said no?" Elijah chuckled, his hands moving down to where Punk's small underwear were between them. "Can I take your panties off?"
Punk gave him a little swat on the shoulder. "Don't call them that. I thought you liked me wearing less down there?"
"Oh, I do," Elijah affirmed, lifing himself up enough to remove the fabric from Punk's hips.
"Why are you suddenly into boxers, anyway?" Punk complained, pulling the loose fitting garmet off Elijah.
"I don't know, it seems a little lude to hang around in a thong," Elijah murmured, reaching under the couch cushions for the lube they always kept there. "Besides, I'd never get you off me."
"That is true." Punk chuckled, spreading his legs for Elijah's fingers. He gasped a little, wriggling his hips impatiently. "You make me so horny," he groaned.
"Ditto." Elijah chucked the lube back under the cushion, letting out a loud groan as he slid into PUnk. "Fuck that's good."
"Yeah." Punk gasped, wrapping his legs around Elijah's waist. "I love you so much," he whispered, interspersing his words with kisses.
"I love you too, baby," Elijah replied. "Always remember that I love you, and no one can take that away. I love you and your sexy ass."
Punk chuckled, then pulled Elijah tight against him, their words ceding to their increasingly passionate kisses.
Punk & Elijah Fic