You're Kidding

Disclaimer: I do not own anybody in this story unfortunately. And I wholeheartedly support gay rights so I'm not making fun of gay people. I also do not believe that anyone in this story is actually gay so don't take it to heart that they are.

Summary: Shawn wakes up and notices Paul in the same bed. What happens when he "realizes" what happened the night before?

- Means memory

Chapter 1

(Shawn's POV)

Groggily Shawn moved his hand back and forth to try and find the insufferable beeping sound. Before he could touch the alarm clock though he felt something warm and oddly familiar. Unfortunately since his mind was still foggy he couldn't quite bring to mind why it felt familiar. Shawn was just about to give up the mental guessing game and go back to sleep when the warm fleshy lump gave a loud snore and turned over.

Quickly the fog in Shawn's mind receded and he turned over to look at the source of the sound. Sleeping like a baby right next to him was Paul or more commonly known as Triple H to all his fans. Now that wasn't that big of a shock since they were sometimes forced to share beds when hotels were booked up, no what surprised him was the fact that they were both naked as the day they were born. He deduced that answer since he knew he was butt naked and since the sheet just barely and he meant barely covered Paul.

He thought back to what they had been doing the night before... He had just won the WWE World Heavyweight Championship from Batista. He smiled at that thought. Mark ('Taker) suggested they go out on the town to celebrate. Almost the entire roster decided to go with to the club they always stopped at whether anyone won anything or not. It was called Grecia and was part bar and part dance club. Thankfully they had a VIP section so the superstars and divas wouldn't have to put up with annoying fans.

Since the party was mostly for him he decided to get completely plastered and leave his safety in one of his other friends hands. 'Well,' he thought, 'I guess my well-being was left to Paul.' His memory was spotty at best from the fifth shot of Everclear. Of course it was a stupid idea to pick an alcoholic beverage that could get you completely plastered after only a handful of shots but that was how he was. Shawn groaned suddenly as he remembered something very vital to his current predicament. "A toast," said Paul, "to the new Champion of the WWE." He had downed the same exact drink that Shawn had. The only problem was that he'd had a couple more drinks before that.

'I must've been dragged back to the room by Paul and then we did the horizontal tango,' Shawn shuddered and then a look of horror appeared on his face. 'What am I gonna tell my wife?' Then an even more horrifying thought occurred, 'What was Paul gonna tell Steph who's father was the one that signed his and Paul's paychecks?' 'I guess I might as well wake Paul up sooner rather than later. He might want some time to come to grips with the situation before we have to go to the house show tonight.'