Me Stadt
Rating: PG13
Content: m/m slash, romance
Characters: CM Punk, Elijah Burke
Summery: Lovers in a city by night
Note: Written to commemorate the day I arrived in Berlin 3 years ago. I was there for 5 months, and I really do think it’s the best city in the world. *g* You can pinpoint right where they are if you know Berlin!
Written 2/28/08

I really like it here.” Punk gazed out the window, sighing over the vision of the Spree in the moonlight. “It’s not famous in the same way as Paris or Milan, but it’s really nice.” He smiled, summoning his lover over to the window. “Look; if you crane your neck, you can see the Museumsinsel!”

Elijah chuckled, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist and hugging him from behind. “It is beautiful,” he murmured. He kissed Punk’s neck, repeating the action as Punk sighed and tilted his head, exposing the soft flesh of his throat.

“I don’t know how you convinced Vince to give us a week and a half off!” Punk exclaimed, closing his eyes in pleasure as Elijah peppered kisses across his skin.

“It was easy.” Elijah chuckled wickedly. “Only took two blowjobs.”

Punk rolled his eyes, lightly smacking Elijah’s arm. “That’s not funny!” he murmured. “I don’t wanna picture those lips around anyone but me.” He turned in Elijah’s arms, kissing him full on the mouth.

Elijah held Punk close, his eyes slipping closed as they shared a sweet kiss. Even though they were still standing by the window, it was a second story room, and he was relatively certain they couldn’t be seen. Even if they were, he wasn’t concerned; it was unlikely any German paparazzi were waiting to snatch a shot of them.

Punk sighed again, turning back to the view. “How did you pick Berlin, anyway?” he questioned.

Elijah shrugged. “A friend of mine spent a lot of time here. He claims it’s the best damn place in the world to live. He thought it would suit us.” He kissed Punk’s neck again, joining his lover in gazing out the window. “You wanna go out tonight?” he murmured.

Punk raised an eyebrow, glancing over at the clock. “Elijah, it’s already 1 am!”

“Yeah, but it’s Saturday. Clubs’ll be open for hours yet.” Elijah snickered softly. “Man, when my buddy came back after 5 months in Berlin, he was appalled that we actually have closing times! He said it was a terrible injustice.”

Punk laughed, his hands resting affectionately on Elijah’s arms, which were tucked securely around his waist. “You are way too popular. You get all the inside dish!” He was quiet for a moment as he gazed out into the night, then he turned to look at Elijah. “Let go out for a walk. I don’t know about clubbing, but I’d love to see the city at night.”

“Your wish is my command, my prince.” Elijah swept Punk’s jacket off the hanger by the door, bowing low as he held it out for his lover.

Punk grinned, blushing just slightly from his man’s gallant gesture. “Let’s walk down to those museums,” he suggested, his arm naturally falling around Elijah’s waist as they headed out of the hotel room, “I heard they have the gate from Babylon there! We should go tomorrow. And there’s a spa down on the main floor, you wanna treat me to a mud bath?”

Elijah snickered. “Sure, but what do you want at the spa?”

Punk just grinned, resting his head affectionately on Elijah’s shoulder for a moment. “Bitch. Is that any way to treat a prince?” They emerged into the glorious night on Friedrichstrasse, arms naturally in place around each others’ waists. They strolled over onto the nearby bridge, gazing down the Spree at the beautifully lit Museumsinsel.

Punk laid his head on Elijah’s shoulder, sighing once more. “I really, really love it here.” He laughed softly. “I bet it’ll look even nicer after the jet lag wears off.” He shot his lover a wicked look. “I read in the guidebook there’s prostitutes over on Oranienburger Strasse. Wanna go see if there’s any boys?”

Elijah’s response was to turn Punk towards him, kissing him deeply. Punk groaned, wrapping his arms around Elijah’s neck. They kissed passionately for several minutes, Punk eventually pulling back with reluctance. “We’ve got a whole week and half here, right?” he murmured, licking his lips as his eyes moved down Elijah’s moonlit body.

“Yeah.” Elijah held him close, barely resisting the urge to kiss him again.

“And we can do whatever we want?” Punk leaned in close, his lips ghosting against Elijah’s.

Elijah swallowed at the teasing contact. “Whatever you want, baby,” he breathed.

“Then I say, we explore tomorrow,” Punk was rubbing his back now, grinning wickedly at Elijah, “and enjoy the view from our room tonight.”

“I am all over that, baby.” Elijah picked him up, his million dollar smile catching the city’s night lights as Punk laughed. Elijah held him tight, carrying his lover back to their own magical view of the city.


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