My Baby Headbangs
Rating: PG13
Content: m/m slash
Characters: CM Punk, Elijah Burke
Summery: A not-so-quiet moment at home



Elijah was humming as he straightened up the living room. It had been fun having their friends over to breakfast; it wasn’t a usual meal to host, but it had given him an excuse to make his famous blueberry pancakes. A tune had crept into his head and settled itself there, so he strolled over to the stereo, pulling out the CD and putting it in. He went back to straightening as he nodded along to the singing guitar.

“Kiss the princess, empress of the dark,” he sung. Then, he paused, his eyes moving back to the speakers. “Baby! Baby!” he called excitedly.

Punk ran in from the kitchen, wet dishwashing gloves still on his hands. “What?” he questioned, looking concerned.

Elijah pointed to the stereo. “I just put on the new Gamma Ray CD!”

“I noticed.” Punk nodded approvingly. “I’m doing the dishes, you called me in here for that?”

“Baby.” Elijah put his hands on Punk’s shoulders, speaking slowly. “I just put on one of your CDs.”

Punk paused for a moment, his brow furrowing, then a huge grin overtook his face. “You did!” He laughed, pulling Elijah into a hug.

Elijah hugged him right back, not caring that Punk’s gloves were making wet spots on his shirt. “You know you’re a couple when you put on each other’s music,” Elijah chuckled as he drew back.

“Yeah.” Punk leaned in for a brief kiss, still grinning broadly. “Your taste in music had definitely improved.”

Elijah snorted, but his grin remained. “Your stuff is pretty damn good, once you get used to it.”

Punk was chuckling as he headed back to the kitchen. “So are you willing to consider being Roy Khan for Halloween?”

“I think it would take a lot for me to look Norwegian,” Elijah called, going back to straightening out the throw pillows on their couch.

“Maybe you should wear white instead of black. You know, switch the colors,” Punk suggested.

“I’ll look like Mordecai!” Elijah protested.

“Does anyone remember that gimmick?” Punk chuckled. “How about Rob Halford? I could see you tripped out in leather.”

“I bet you could.” Elijah fluffed up the last pillow, standing to admire his handiwork. “No one’ll know who we are if we go as metal singers.”

“So? Have I ever cared what people think?”

Elijah smiled. “Good point. Fine, we’ll go to Hot Topic this afternoon.”

“Awesome!” Punk called, grinning as he wiped down the breakfast plates. “Can we get matching mesh thongs?”

“Only if no one’ll see them!” Elijah plopped down in his favorite armchair, rocking along to the chorus of the song. Domestic life was certainly never boring when your baby was CM Punk.


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