I thought I'd take my one shot, "Hart Breaker" and continue it; I wanted to make it into a full story starting from the beginning. I hope you enjoy it. This is a short chapter but I feel that it gives you a great sense of where Hunter and Bret stand on the situation. The next chapter will probably cover Shawn's feelings on it all.
Walking on the Wild Side
Hunter couldn't control the paranoia he felt standing outside Bret's room. Afraid to knock. He had not the slightest clue why he continued to come back night after night, knowing it would eventually end in the hurting of his best friend. However the attraction that he felt for the Canadian helped him formulate lie after lie when Shawn would question where he had been. With a sigh, he knocked on the door— he looked down the hall, making sure no one had seen him, especially Shawn.
"Hey" he said shyly when Bret opened the door, smiling seductively at the blonde. Seeing Bret dressed in only a pair of silk pajama bottoms left him at a loss for words, his chiseled chest bare; it brought to light what this was, an affair. Hunter walked inside taking off his sweater, placing it on the couch.
"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show." Bret admitted, strolling into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, grabbing two bottles of water.
"I wasn't." Hunter confessed.
Bret returned to where Hunter stood handing him the water which Hunter quickly gulped down trying to cure the dryness that had captured his throat.
"What, did you realize that you couldn't stay away?" He teased. Hunter laughed lightly, taking a seat on the couch.
"I can't keep lying to Shawn Bret. He's my best friend."
"I know that. Don't you think I feel just as bad about this, huh? He is my lover." Bret explained, he straddled the younger man on the couch both of his hands taking their place on both sides of his face, drawing Hunter's eyes from the floor to his.
"Well then what am I?" Hunter whispered. Bret leaned in, their lips touching lightly. Hunter leaned into the kiss, fueling it with passion and intensity that was doubled by Bret. He broke away reluctantly from Hunter bringing his lips to the blonde's ear, whispering lustfully,
"You're mine."
Well there you have the first installment of this fic. I really don't know where i want this to go but i plan to finish it. Watching videos and interviews from Bret and HHH about the montreal screwjob and the nineties really stired up some ideas in my crazy mind that there was something more to their hate for each other. As always review, even if to tell me you hate it.