Title: You Don't Have To Ask Me For My Hand
Author: Emono
Rating: FR-13
Fandom: Wrestling
Pairings: Jeff Hardy/CM Punk (Junk)
Summary: Two lovers watch the sunrise together.
Disclaimer: The WWE is not mine nor are any of it's child branches, it is the 96% property of the McMahon's and God bless the bastards that work for them. I respect the sexual preferences and identities of all the wrestlers on WWE roster, and who they share a bed with is really none of my business.
Warnings: Fluff, pure rotting-teeth sweetness

Phil shivered himself awake, finding himself without a constant source of heat. He was naked beneath the blanket, and usually he had a little help keeping snuggly. His hand flew out, grasping at the sheets blindly for his lover. They were cold beneath his touch, signaling the older man's absence. The shock of this wiped away thought of going back to sleep.

Now he had to find Jeffy.

Olive-grey eyes fluttered open to the world, sweeping over his surroundings. His simple jade blanket was rumpled where his man had been when he'd gone to sleep, the pillow still indented. Phil rolled over onto his back, rubbing his eyes across his eyes and giving a little yawn.

"I'm sorry, darlin', I didn't wanna wake you."

Phil turned over, lips turning up in a smile as he saw the man he loved.

Jeff was sitting on the window sill, lithe body balanced with his foot resting flat on the opposite side as his back. He was shirtless, his boxers barely covering him to mid-thigh. His hay colored hair (streaked with a deep sapphire this week with hints of green) was loose and laying over his shoulders, kissing his cheeks, obscuring his eyes. The sun was just rising behind him, the skyline clearly standing out.

"What're you doing up so early, Jeffy?" Phil inquired, propping himself up on his elbow to raise a brow at his boyfriend "Something wrong?"

Jeff turned toward him, giving him a sweet smile. Phil admired his lover's male beauty, from the curve of his muscles to the way his roots tattoo complimented each one. They'd spent many lazy afternoons exploring every stroke of ink on each other's skin, and Punk had enjoyed every moment of it.

"Not at all, darlin', not one thing" Jeff assured him "Chicago really is somethin' at sunrise."

"I told you" Phil sat up, letting the blanket pool at his naked waist "You could've told me you were planning to watch the sunrise, I would've got up with you."

The Hardy shrugged, "I just kind of got up to pee and never laid down. It…it stole my attention."

Jeff turned back to the window, watching the way the light played over his boyfriend's beloved town.

"Hey."

Jeff glanced back, double-taking when he saw his siren crooking a finger at him.

"Come here, Jeffy" Phil scooted back, giving him room "Come sit with me and watch it."

The older man complied to the request, easing off the windowsill and letting his bare feet hit the plush carpet. He padded over to the bed, sitting down in front of the other man and letting his eyes settled back on the window the scene it showed. Punk wrapped his arms around the Hardy's chest, easing up behind him. Sot kisses were dropped along a tattooed shoulder, pierced lips smiling.

Jeff reached up, fingertips dancing over the back of his lover's hand, "Can we…?"

"You don't have to ask" Phil whispered, lacing their hands together over the older man's heart "Never."

Together they watched the sunrise over the Chicago skyline.