Elijah surprised him tonight. It didn’t happen often, since they were so attuned to each others’ thoughts. He had gotten home from the store, and found the kitchen closed off with a velvet curtain, Elijah forbidding him entry. His lover had been in the kitchen for the last hour, while Punk attempted to concentrate on other things. Patience was not his best quality, and he was itching to find out what his lover was up to.

“I’m almost done, baby.” Elijah popped out of the kitchen, flashing Punk a smile. He was wearing an apron, cooking mitts held in one hand. “Let me go change, then you can come in.”

“Should I change?” Punk called, getting no answer from his lover, who had bounded up the stairs. He shrugged, playing the recording of RAW to try and distract himself for another moment.

“Alright.”

Punk turned at his lover’s voice, gaping at Elijah’s appearance. His lover was dressed like a fine gentleman, clad in a lavender silk shirt and black dress pants. Punk felt underdressed in his black Edge tshirt and jeans. “Maybe I should change,” he suggested, swallowing as Elijah approached him, taking his hand and drawing him to his feet. “Did I forgot an anniversary?”

“No, baby.” Elijah’s million dollar smile was in full force as he led his lover into the dining room. “And you’re perfect just as you are.” He pulled Punk against him for a kiss, then drew aside the curtain. A sumptuous meal was waiting for them, laid out on a dining room table decked with a fancy cloth and candles. Punk gasped, but before he could say a word, Elijah pressed a finger to his lips, grinning broadly as he led his lover to a seat at the table. He swept his hand across the multitude of dishes filling the table, picking up a serving spoon. “May I?” he murmured.

“Please.” Punk licked his lips at the sight of all the food; it all looked amazing, like something from a fancy restaurant, and it was all things he loved. Elijah carefully filled his plate, giving him a bit of everything. “This looks so amazing,” Punk sighed, looking up to share a smile with his lover.

Elijah gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, squeezing his hand, then slowly sinking to one knee beside Punk. Punk’s heart skipped a beat, the straight edge star swallowing hard as his lover spoke softly.

“I was gonna wait ‘til after the meal,” Elijah whispered, holding Punk’s hand tightly, “but I just can’t. I love you so much, baby. I know you’ve never been traditional, but I’ve always wanted to say this.” He slid a small velvet box out of his pocket, Punk’s eyes going wide at the sight. When he opened the box, two beautiful diamonds shone in the candlelight. “CM Punk, will you marry me?”

Punk was so overwhelmed, he felt his heart nearly stopped. He gaped at Elijah for a moment, a rich smile overtaking his lips as warmth crept up to fill his entire body. “You wanna marry me?” he whispered.

“Yeah baby.” Elijah reached up to stroke his cheek. “I love you so much. I know you don’t like being too traditional, so technically I was thinking domestic partnership and huge ass party, but same concept.”

“Oh Lij.” Punk had to wipe tears from his eyes. “What’s this you go me?” he murmured, reaching out to touch the lovely piece of jewelry Elijah was offering.

Elijah grinned, holding up the two little gold rings, which were attached to gold edged diamonds cut into hearts. “They’re nipple rings. I know you don’t wear rings, so…” He shrugged, grinning impishly.

Punk shook his head, tears overwhelming his eyes. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered. “You tweaked it just right to make me love it! Yes I‘ll marry you, of course I‘ll marry you!” He wound his arms around Elijah’s neck, drawing him up for a passionate kiss. Punk wouldn’t let his man go for several minutes, so overcome that he was laughing into Elijah’s mouth as they shared sweet, passionate kisses.

He wasn’t about to let Elijah go around the table to sit at his own place. Once he had enough kisses to think about food again, he pulled over the chair beside him, Elijah sitting practically in his lap as they fed each other dinner. It was crushingly cliché and romantic, but Punk didn’t mind one bit. He was too in love to do anything but enjoy it.

They were curled up on the couch after dinner, sipping some sweet sparkling cider Elijah had chilled for an after dinner treat. They had lit some candles in the living room, the flickering light continuing the romantic ambience of the evening. Elijah switched on the small light on the end table, pulling some documents out of the drawer.

“They’re definitely not romantic,” he chuckled, showing Punk several different forms, “but I think they’re really important, especially this one.” He tapped an official looking paper. “This one gives us full visiting privileges, should either one of us ever, god forbid,” he crossed himself and glanced heavenward, “be hospitalized. It’s valid in every state and internationally. It also makes us the primary contact and decision maker for each other, if necessary. Then,” he switched to another document, “this is the domestic partnership agreement. It basically just gives us legal rights to each other across the board. Of course you should read them before signing them, you don’t have to do it right now.” He pressed a kiss to Punk’s temple as Punk frowned at the complex documents.

“I hate legal stuff,” Punk muttered, flipping through the pages.

“You don’t have to sign them at all if you don’t want to,” Elijah told him, his fingers trailing through Punk’s short, light brown hair.

Punk was already reaching for a pen, scribbling his signature on the hospital-related form. “We should get that notarized,” he murmured, setting the other documents down for later. “We should’ve done that one a long time ago. I’ll look at the other one later, although I trust you to choose what’s in it.” He met his lover’s eyes with a smile, turning toward Elijah to rub noses, an intimate and teasing gesture he always enjoyed. “So we’re gonna have a big ass party?” He wound his arms around Elijah’s neck, settling down on the couch cushion so he could continually gaze into his lover’s eyes.

“Hell yeah. We’re gonna go all out and invite everyone we know.” Elijah cocked an eyebrow. “If that’s what you want?”

“I’ve never thought about it.” Punk chuckled. “Well, much. Never seriously. When should we do it?”

“Spring,” Elijah answered. “When everything’s blooming and it’s not too hot yet.”

“That does sound perfect.” Punk was grinning. He was a little surprised at himself; he hadn’t thought he ever wanted to get ‘married’, and he certainly hadn’t expected to be so excited to plan a perfect celebration. Despite that, his mind was already whirring with possibilities. “Let’s rent out something on the coast, really nice and classic looking, with a garden and a really pretty fountain.”

“You still surprise me.” Elijah leaned in for a kiss. “I didn’t think you’d be so into this.”

“Neither did I.” Punk chuckled. “Shame you can’t cook the dinner for our celebration, that meal was amazing!”

“Mmm, I’ll cook for you all you want on our honeymoon,” Elijah promised, leaning close to share another little kiss.

“We are getting room service on our honeymoon,” Punk retorted, chuckling along with his lover. He sighed happily, his fingers tracing their way down one of the braids along Elijah’s scalp, pausing at the end to fondle a spirit bead. “I love you,” Punk sighed.

“I love you too,” Elijah whispered, reaching up to turn off the lamp, kissing his lover as they cuddled close against each other.

Kofi looked up in surprise, gazing questioningly at Punk. “What?”

“Well, the spring’s nice,” Punk continued, looking lost in thought, “but we’re all insanely busy leading up to Wrestlemania, so it would have to be either significantly before that, or after that. But not too late in the spring, because Florida gets hot.”

“Punk, what are you talking about?” Kofi questioned.

“Oh.” Punk blinked, his eyes focusing on his friend. “Uh.” He cleared his throat. “Well, this is - um, it’s kind of just a thing we’re doing, because I don’t really believe in ‘marriage’, but - Lij asked me to marry him.” The grin across his face was huge. “Domestic partnership, technically. But it was so fucking romantic Kofi, you wouldn’t believe it!” He sighed at the memory. “We’re having a ceremony, to celebrate how much we love each other. Commitment ceremony, I guess. Wish there was a better name, but I’m not using the M word.”

“Wow.” Kofi was speechless. “Wow. Elijah proposed?”

“Yeah.” Punk was beaming. “It’s silly, we’ve been together 3 ½ years! But it was so romantic, it was such an amazing moment.” He flashed Kofi a wicked grin, pulling up his shirt and showing off his bejeweled nipple rings. “He gave me these, in leau of an engagement ring. Aren’t they gorgeous?”

Kofi moved closer, having a good look at the dangling golden hearts. “They’re amazing,” he confirmed. “I’m really surprised. I know how much you guys love each other, but this - this is something different.”

“I know.” Punk lowered his shirt, smoothing the fabric back into place. “It’s not something I expected, but you know, it is very Elijah. He’s such an amazing romantic, he always makes me feel so wanted and loved. I do cringe at tradition, but when he asked me, I realized this is something I want. This is us celebrating us, with all our friends and family there. I think we deserve that.”

“Punk.” Kofi didn’t know what to say, so he just pulled Punk into a hug, holding his friend close as they shared the joyful embrace.



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