Elijah looked up, gaping in mock offense. “Baby, this is my show!”

“Yeah,” Punk complained, plopping down on the couch next to his lover and making a grab for a remote, “but it’s crap! I don’t know what you see in it.”

Elijah shook his head, holding the remote just out of Punk’s reach. “Baby, did you see the girl who could flip the guy over her back? Amazing stuff!”

“Let’s watch Impact instead,” Punk suggested, lunging over Elijah for the remote, but being thwarted again when his lover tucked the device between the couch cushions and covered the space securely with his back.

“You’re not allowed to watch Impact,” Elijah replied, pushing back against the couch when Punk tried to reach around him for the remote. “Not until you stop drooling over that cute boy with the ‘fro!”

“I do not drool over Creed!” Punk huffed. He sighed, rolling his eyes at Elijah’s pointed look. “Ok, so I think he’s cute. But,” he smiled, trailing a finger down Elijah’s chest, “while he might be cute, he’s a boy. You, are a man.” He leaned forward, smiling wicked as he rubbed noses with Elijah.

Elijah grinned, leaning toward him a bit. Punk seized the moment to snatch the remote, jumping off the couch and cooing triumphantly. “Hah!” He aimed it at the tv and clicked, switching the program from American’s Got Talent to Impact.

“Tease!” Elijah accused, standing and stalking toward him.

Punk shrugged, tucking the remote into his pocket as he backed away from his lover. “I do what I have to,” he asserted, backing slowly enough to allow Elijah to capture him, the black man’s arms winding securely around his waist.

“Yeah? Well I think I can distract you from that.” Elijah nodded toward the tv, where Creed happened to be bouncing down to the ring, just before he dived in for Punk’s lips.

“Mmm.” Punk leaned into him, kissing back with a passion. “I guess we could just turn the tv off.” He pulled out the remote, hitting the power button before tossing it onto an end table. He arms wound fully around Elijah’s neck, drawing the sexy star to him.

“Oh baby.” Elijah licked his lips when the kiss finally broke, his heart already beating rapidly in his chest. “Couch or bed?” he demanded.

“Ain’t bedtime.” Punk flicked his lip ring with his tongue, sharing a lust-filled grin with his lover before finding himself tossed over the back of the couch, Elijah quickly pouncing on top of him.


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