The Sexy Daze
Rating: R
Content: m/m slash
Characters: CM Punk, Elijah Burke, John Morrison
Summery: Punk discovers a naughty habit in his sleep
Note: Takes place July 07, after JoMo moved to ECW
Written 7/28/07-2/17/09

“What the hell are you doing?” Punk stared in disbelief as John threw the key to the door out the window.

“Someone’ll be by eventually to let us out.” Morrison shrugged, advancing on Punk. “I don’t want you getting away.”

Punk found himself backed against a wall. He swallowed hard, feeling the heat of John’s body even though they weren’t quite touching. “What do you want from me?” he demanded, his voice emerging softer than intended.

“I want you, Punk.” John stepped closer, their bodies now touching from their chests to their groins. Punk could feel John’s arousal, and his body was responding to it. John’s lips brushed his ear, whispering seductively, “If I kissed you, would you push me away?”

Punk swallowed hard. His hands yearned to explore that chiseled, perfect body. “Try and it see,” he challenged. John tilted his head, and Punk submitted to his kiss.

Punk suddenly started, awoken from his dream. His found himself on his back in bed, hot and very aroused. His legs were around his lover’s waist, his body already receiving. He groaned, wrapping his arms around Elijah’s neck and pulling him into a hot kiss. He let out soft noises of pleasure, closing his eyes as Elijah rocked into him. The friction built up the sweet sensations for a few minutes, finally releasing in a delicious orgasm. Punk clung to Elijah’s back, feeling his lover’s body ripple with orgasm as well. He sighed contentedly, falling asleep again almost as soon as Elijah slid out of him.


Elijah set the milk on the table, taking a seat across from Punk. “Yeah baby?”

“We, uh - ” Punk swallowed. “Last night - ”

Elijah leaned across the table, squeezing his lover’s hand. “Don’t worry. I remembered a condom.”

“Oh. Good.” That hadn’t been his question, but it was good to hear. “So we – we did have sex in the middle of the night?”

Elijah chuckled. “You were there, baby.”

“I know.” Punk smiled sheepishly. “I just – I was dreaming, and when I woke up we were going at it.”

Now Elijah raised an eyebrow. “You serious? You weren’t awake?”

“I was for most of it.” Punk shrugged.

“Really?” Elijah shook his head. “You woke me up, baby. You were panting in my ear that you wanted it.”

“Was I?” Punk flushed slightly. “I don’t remember that. I – I was having kind of a hot dream, though.”

“Hey, I don’t mind being woken up at 2 am for sex.” Elijah grinned. “Anytime you get hot, I’m there for you, baby.”

“Thanks.” Punk glanced shyly up at Elijah through his dark lashes, images from his dream flashing into his mind. He quickly poured himself a bowl of cereal, covering it with a fair amount of milk.

Elijah watched him as he began to eat. “What?” he drawled.

Punk shrugged, continuing to munch down his breakfast. “Nothing.”

Elijah could see through him all too well. “What was the dream about, baby?” he queried.

“Uh.” Punk cleared his throat. “Just sexy stuff. You know.”

Elijah smiled in understanding. “You bashful ‘cos it wasn’t about me?”

Punk’s face displayed a mixture of shyness and nervousness. “It was just a dream, baby,” he quickly explained. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I know.” Elijah grinned wickedly. “So give me the details.”

“Lij!” Punk exclaimed.

“Come on, baby, I won’t be jealous,” Elijah coaxed. “Was it Johnny Depp?”

“No.” Punk blinked at his lover. “Do you have sexy dreams about Johnny Depp?” he demanded.

“Nah, but not ‘cos I don’t want to.” Elijah flashed his million dollar smile at the momentary look of outrage on Punk’s face. “Kidding baby.” He took Punk’s hand across the table. “So, who was it?”

Punk sighed, but he knew his lover well, and Elijah wasn’t about to give up. “It was about John Morrison,” he confessed. “And nothing really happened; he had gotten us locked in a room and he was trying to seduce me. All he did was kiss me.”

“Lousy seduction,” Elijah commented.

“Lij!” Punk shook his head. “Anyway, that’s when I woke up and we were – you know.”

“Wow.” Elijah’s grin was way too wide for Punk’s liking. “Thank you for telling me, baby,” Elijah murmured, leaning in for a little kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” Punk smiled, deciding to let the issue drop for the moment.

Later that day, John Morrison was minding his own business, sitting polishing his ECW Championship. Elijah Burke strolled by, a big grin on his face. He paused, directing his smile at John.

“Thanks, man,” he murmured, moving on before John had a chance to respond.

John stared after him, thinking how strange some of the boys from ECW were.


Punk & Elijah Fic
John Morrison Fic

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