Punk glared at his lover as he climbed into bed, not saying a word. He settled between the sheets with his back to Elijah.

Elijah sighed deeply. “Fine. We only see each other every week or two, but fine. Let’s just go to sleep.”

Punk still said nothing, reaching up and turning off the light. They lay in silence for a moment. Elijah gazed at his lover through the dark, fiddling restlessly with the sheets. “Baby? I’m sorry, ok? Come on, baby.” He slid over to Punk, reaching out a hand and setting it on Punk’s side.

Punk swatted his hand away. “I can’t believe you’re apologizing to me just so you can get sex,” he snapped. “Go to sleep.”

“Baby,” Elijah groaned. “I can’t stand this. It’s not just about sex. It’s about being close to you, baby. I miss you so much when we’re apart. Please, baby, you’re mad at me for shit I did before we got together.”

“But you still did it, didn’t you?” Punk bit back.

Elijah sighed again. “I changed when I fell in love, baby. I never fell in love before you, can you blame me for wanting to get laid?”

“No,” Punk answered, “but I can blame you for making a bet with your buddy to see who could nail the most guys.”

“Baby, come on, it was just for fun!” Elijah insisted. “Shelton had just broken up with Charlie, and he wanted to play the field. And I was single, so I thought, why not see how many boys’ll bite? It’s not like I was seducing guys under false pretenses, I was just putting it out there.”

“Sex is not something you bet on,” Punk snapped. “Unless you’re betting on when your friends who’re a cute and cuddly couple are gonna do it,” he added quickly.

“Oh, so you can do it, but I can’t!” Elijah exclaimed.

“Mine was harmless!” Punk shot back.

Elijah threw his hands up in the air. “What harm did mine do? I slept with a couple boys, who were totally into me and enjoyed it just as much as I did.”

Punk glared at him, his eyes now adjusted to the darkness well enough for him to see his lover’s face. “I don’t appreciate the racist aspect of it either.”

“Oh, come on!” Elijah rubbed his hands over his face. “It wasn’t PC, I’ll give you that. But in all fairness, I didn’t come up with it. Shelton was the one who said ‘Hey Lij, bet I can bang more white boys than you’.” He groaned when Punk simply glared at him, then lay back down facing away from him. “Baby, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” He set his hand on Punk’s shoulder, rubbing gently. “I’ve been a better man since you’ve been in my life, baby.” He kissed Punk’s shoulder, his hand sliding down Punk’s arm, tickling Punk’s skin with light touches of his fingers. “At least let me hold you, baby. You’re back on the road tomorrow. I love you.” He wrapped his arm around Punk’s waist, relieved when the touch wasn’t rejected. “I love you so much, baby.”

Punk put his arm over Elijah’s, sighing deeply. “I know you do. I just - I’m upset that you’d treat people like that.”

“I never treated any of the guys like objects,” Elijah murmured, delivering a soft kiss to Punk’s ear. “It was more like sex between friends. They were hooking up with me, just like I was with them. The stupid bet just gave me a bit more confidence to come on to guys. Then I got kinda used to being able to talk to guys I was interested in, and that gave me the confidence to actually talk to you, instead of just listening to my heart beat in my ears. Your smile always made my heart race when it was directed at me.”

Punk was quiet for a moment, his fingers playing over the back of Elijah’s hand. Then he sighed softly, turning around in his lover’s arms. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “It does make sense, baby. It’s just, upsetting to hear about this from Shelton. I know he’s a good guy too, but - it upsets me. The idea just upsets me.” He frowned, looping his arms around Elijah’s neck. “I hate the thought of me just being some white boy you were trying to fuck,” he said quietly.

“You were never that,” Elijah whispered, leaning in to rub noses with Punk. “You were never a one night stand. You were never a bet. You were the guy I wanted. You are the guy I want.” He leaned in, sharing a sweet kiss with Punk.

Punk sighed as their lips parted, this time a sigh of relief. “I know. I do know.” He chewed on his lip for a moment, then a grin spread across his face. “I do have to leave again tomorrow. So, maybe just a little sex.”

“Yeah?” Elijah grinned, his hands sliding down Punk’s back to cup his ass and pull their groins together. “Just a little?”

“Mmm. A little.” Punk’s lips ghosted over Elijah’s as he rolled onto his back, pulling Elijah on top of him. “Just two or three times.” He pulled Elijah into a kiss, rolling his hips up against Elijah’s.

“Oh, baby.” Elijah returned the kiss with passion, his body responding to the feel of Punk’s hot flesh pressed against him. He chuckled as his hands moved down to Punk’s hips. “You were so pissed at me that you wore underwear to bed?”

Punk shrugged, smiling at Elijah through the dark. “I don’t usually get to be mad at you,” he murmured. “You don’t screw up often, I don’t know how to handle it.”

Elijah laughed, kissing Punk’s pouting lips. “I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you too,” Punk whispered, reaching down to swiftly remove his briefs. “Fuck me?”

“Mmm. Hard?” Elijah grabbed the lube out of their nightstand, kissing Punk again.

“Hard,” Punk growled, tackling Elijah onto his back and taking him in a deep, steamy kiss.


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