Break Down The Walls

Chris tapped his toes impatiently the pointed tip of the black knee high boots flicking quickly on the carpet up and down and up and down. He adjusted his ass hugging black mini skirt and sequined halter top. His fishnets were slipping and with an eye roll he hiked his skirt up and tugged on the stockings. He should have worn garters but he had leant them to Adam once and never got them back. Leave it to Adam to hijack a mans' garter belt.

"Shawn!" Chris called smoothing his skirt with one hand and banging on the bathroom door with the other. "Hurry up in there!"

A few muffled groans and grumbles came from inside where a reluctant Shawn Michael's was fiddling with the clothes Chris had picked out for him. Everything was so freaking tight and clingy. Shawn grimaced at his appearance in the mirror, not liking it at all. He grabbed his hair up and fixed it in a sloppy pony tail before plucking up the six inch heels, once again chosen by Chris, and staring at the absurdity of them. Chris called for him again and it was all Shawn could do to resist shooting the bird at the back of the closed door and damning his so called friend to hell. The younger blonde had talked Shawn in to going out with him in drag after his last match, the 'You're Fired' match between Jericho and Cena. Chris had decided it was his time to move on to other things but before he left he wanted to go out with a bang and for some reason take Shawn along for the ride. Why Shawn had agreed to do this he really didn't know, he had never seriously meant to do it, but once the words had slipped his lips Chris held him to it. Shawn leaned against the counter and pulled the strappy heels on and took a few feeble steps forward feeling wobbly and ready to careen into the bathtub or the towel rack.

"There." Shawn blurted out when he finally stumbled out of the bathroom nearly falling into Chris, who grabbed his arms to keep him from nose diving to the floor. "Let's go and get this over with." Shawn grumped pulling his arms free from Chris's grasp.

Chris drew his shimmering blue orbs over the sight of Shawn Michaels in the clothes Chris had picked for him. He wore white shoes with tall, chunky heels, (Chris didn't like the clunkiness of the shoes but didn't want Shawn to break his ankles) with baby blue leg warmers that came to his knees baring his toned legs and thighs before Chris' eyes stopped on the Showstoppers hips which were hugged tight in a white mini skirt. The ensemble was completed with a baby blue corset trimmed in black lace. The color scheme was luscious against Shawn's tanned skin and brought out the silver sparkle in his steel blue eyes. This last piece Shawn tugged at trying to make it meet with the low rise of his skirt and Chris laughed.

"It's meant to show off a little tummy." Chris said finding his voice. Shawn looked absolutely stunning…although there were a few things Chris would insist on changing before they went out. First of all was Shawn's hair, there was no way in hell Chris was going to allow him to keep his beautiful golden hair imprisoned with hair tie.

As if Shawn could read the Ayatollah's mind, he scrunched his eyes up and turned his lips into a pout and barked.

"No."

"Shawn it kills the whole thing!" Chris whined. It wasn't really true, Shawn could roll out of bed with crusted eyes and morning breath and still look sexier than most men could ever dream of being. Chris put on his own pout and crossed his arms over his chest. There was a brief and silent stare down before Shawn tore out the hair tie and flipped it at Chris.

"Happy?" Shawn smiled as Chris ran his fingers through his beautiful long hair, seemingly hypnotized by it, the Canadians' deep blue eyes seemed to dull momentarily and drift somewhere further away. "Chris?" Shawn smirked, knowing he was getting to Chris.

"Ye-yeah? Oh, it looks amazing. But…"

"But?" Shawn groaned but didn't fight Chris when he wrapped his hands around Shawn's waist and steered him back into the bathroom where Shawn's clumsy heels clattered against the tile. The two men watched their reflections in the mirror as Chris had again fallen silent and couldn't seem to keep his hands out of Shawn's hair. This is why I don't wear it down often, everyone and their brother wants to get their paws on it.

"What are we doing?" Shawn asked jolting Chris again back to reality. Chris found his throat had gone dry and cleared it noisily which for some reason sent Shawn into a fit of giggles.

"You didn't do the corset right." Chris frowned moving Shawn's hair over one shoulder and redoing the buggered up laces and pulling them tighter cutting Shawn's giggles off with a sudden grunt.

"Hey, I might wanna breathe…ass-clown." Shawn coughed out.

"Ass-clown is my phrase." Chris reminded Shawn as he finished with the corset and spun Shawn around. Now it was Chris who couldn't breathe. The corset had narrowed Shawns' waist making his hips seem a little more prominent and giving him a more feminine shape. His belly button peeked out just bellow the tight corset and Chris imagine swirling his tongue in it and then heading lower…

"Chris? Chris can we go now?" Shawn asked picking up things from the countertop and playing with them idly. He held mascara in one hand and lip gloss in the other. He leaned over the counter to get closer to the mirror and the back of his skirt rode up causing Chris to break out in a sweat and wring his hands together just to keep them from roaming and finding Shawn's ass.

"Ow!" Shawn yelled and stumbled backwards gripping his eye and with the other undamaged one glaring at the inky black mascara wand he held between his fingers. "Damn it, how the hell do women do this without poking their eyes out?"

Chris took the make up from Shawn and quickly set it down when he realized his hands were shaking so terribly. Shawn didn't notice he was too busy leaning over the counter again and peering at his eye as it leaked tears down his face. Chris couldn't help but laugh at the black smudges on Shawn's eye lid and the ebony streaks running down his cheek.

"Shawn, you're a mess." Chris found his hands once again going to Shawn's waist and he turned the older man around and grabbed some toilet paper and gently cleaned the dark make-up.

"Well I was just trying to pretty up like you." Shawn reasoned as Chris smeared away the last bit of misplaced mascara. Shawn Michaels trying to pretty up like me, ha what a joke he puts me to shame just wearing sweats.

"You don't need any help Shawn, you're beautiful." Chris bit down on his lip drawing a slight bit of pain and he felt the unfamiliar warmth of embarrassment creeping up his neck and settling rosy in his cheeks. Shawn was one of the very few people who could make Chris blush or feel awkward and he was this evening doing a very good job of causing both and even more. Shawn didn't seem to notice the red-faced young man, he was once again distracted and fiddling with the lip gloss, pulling the wand in and out of the tube which only irritated Chris worse.

"It makes squishy noises!" Shawn announced cheerfully as he held the makeshift toy up and demonstrated pulling the wand in and out as the gloss inside squished around making liquid-smacking sounds.

"Shawn…please…" Chris stammered out before taking the tube away from Shawn with quivering hands. The little Texans' smile melted away and he pooched his lips out in a silent whine. Chris saw his opportunity and slid the tip of the wand over Shawn's pouty lips, making them look like dewy rose petals, before putting the make-up aside. Chris leaned back on the counter, out of necessity because his knees had suddenly turned to water.

"Chris are you okay?" Shawn sauntered the few steps towards the younger man who could do nothing more than nod slack jawed and try to remember how to breathe. Shawn watched with a confused expression drawing his eyebrows upwards but as he approached he slowly realized just what was going on and a soft smirk soon curved his shimmering lips. He's horny! Shawn thought with a burst of internal giggles. He ran his hands up Chris' legs before bringing them around to his thighs and pushing them apart slightly, Chris' painted on mini skirt rode upwards, and that's exactly where Shawn's hands went. He bit the insides of his mouth to keep from laughing, Chris was surely going to pass out at any moment. His head was tossed back, the long waves of his hair falling over his shoulders, and his chest strained at his sequined shirt as his breathing became quicker and quicker, he sounded like he was muttering some kind of prayer or plea as he struggled for air. Shawn stopped his hands as close as he could get to Chris' crotch without actually touching it. The heat from his eager groin caused Shawn's hands to slick with nervous sweat and he could feel his own heat start to grow with a soft throb.

"Someone's happy." Shawn whispered as he watched a bead of sweat trail down Chris's neck. He inched his fingers slightly upwards trying not to gasp when he felt the rock hardness straining in its silky prison of women's underwear. His other hand drifted up higher to find the lacy band of the panties and he wanted so badly to pull them away and drag his fingertips along the underside of Chris' erection. However, the two of them were still in the hotel room and Shawn had promised to go out with Chris and when Shawn Micahaels makes a promise he keeps it. So, instead of removing the thin barrier between his sweaty fingers and raw hard Chris, he just found the head and made soft circles around it, gasping when Chris released a strangled cry and arched into his touch.

"Oh fuck, Shawn—oh fuck please!"

Shawn circled his fingertip around the head once more before drawing his hands out of the skirt, amused when he found his fingertip wet from where Chris' pre-cum had leaked through the fabric.

It took everything Chris had to keep from blowing it all right then and there, he could never remember feeling as fucking painfully horny as he did right at this minute, he could never remember wanting anyone or anything so badly. When Shawn withdrew his hands Chris thought he would fall down dead with need or at the very least lapse into a seven year coma. Shawn turned on his heels ready to leave but Chris quickly snatched him and drew him backwards and uncontrollably arched hard onto Shawn's ass.

"Hey!"

Chris was completely befuddled and shocked when Shawn suddenly wheeled on him with a shout and sent a stinging slap across his face.

"Wha-?"

"Are you getting fresh with me? What kind of girl do you think I am!" Shawn shrieked and gave Chris a pretend glare before setting his hands on his hips and storming out of the bathroom. All Chris could do was watch Shawns' ass as it worked up and down with each clunk of his high heels and the sticky white fabric cling to it. His knees gave way and he found his face meeting the floor, the cool tiles feeling like ice against his simmering skin.

"Chris, come on!" Shawn called from the other room. "Are we going out or what?" Chris whimpered, wondering how the hell he was going to get up off the floor.