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A/N: Contains heavy m/m slash. So if that's not your thing, I advise you to turn away now.

Now, for those of you still reading, enjoy! :)


Chapter 1: Fantasy and Reality

There was something about Shawn Michaels; something Hunter just couldn't put his finger on. Maybe it was his scruffy, deep voice, or that smile that could brighten your day. Hell, it always brightened Hunter's day. Actually, just having him around made him happy.

Maybe it was his spirit. He was such a good hearted person that Scrooge himself would've had no choice but to love him. Whatever it was, Hunter adored him for it.

"Damn, Shawn you're using all of the hot water," Hunter shouted through the door. "You're not the only one who needs to shower."

The water stopped and he heard Shawn laugh. Or maybe it was his stubborn ways.

Moments later, he was greeted with a very wet Shawn wrapped in only a towel. He smirked at Hunter as he said smugly, "Shower's all yours."

God, he was such a tease.

Hunter sat on the edge of his bed, grabbing clothes out of his bag; occasionally pretending to be interested in what was on television, trying to avoid staring at him. Unfortunately, that didn't work as he still found himself stealing glances at him.

His hair was soaked and draped on his shoulders. Hunter watched as the water dripped down his chest to his lower torso, until it reached the top of his towel that was covering his lower body.

"Well, are you going to take a shower sometime today?" Shawn asked, laughing.

Hunter looked away and stood, grabbing his towel and clothes. He walked passed him briskly, brushing his shoulder against his as he walked into the bathroom.

Hunter closed the door behind him and stripped out of his clothes. He turned the shower on and stepped inside. There was something in the air surrounding him. It was the smell of Shawn. He inhaled the scent, sending a shudder throughout his body.

With the smell of Shawn filling his senses, Hunter began touching himself; hands trailing from his nipples to his stomach, and all the way down to his semi-erect cock; making their way back up.

As the water pounded down on to him; he closed his eyes with the image of Shawn on his mind. Even in his fantasies he was perfect. He pictured them both in the ring; Shawn dressed in his wrestling attire, his hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, and he had that patented smirk on his face. That same smirk that drove all the girls crazy; all the girls, and Hunter that is.

They were wrestling each other, but there was no one else around. No cameras, no announcers, no fans, nobody; just them. Their bodies were pressed firmly together in a sexual matter. Hunter had him pinned to the mat on his back, arms raised high above his head. He then attacked Shawn's lips with his own, releasing his grip on his hands so that he could explore his body.

Fuck, this fantasy was going to be good. He could already tell. Hunter was getting turned on by what his mind had in store next. Using the pouring water as a lubricant, he reached down and slowly began to stroke himself. He hadn't done this in a while, and he knew if he started too quickly, it would be over in just a few strokes.

He didn't want that, he wanted to drag it out as long as possible to get the satisfaction that he needed. He closed his eyes and went back to his fantasy.

He had his hands in Shawn's hair, pulling at the elastic band that was holding it in place. He ran a hand through it, admiring the silky feel and length of it as Shawn pulled him down for a rough kiss. Hunter's hands worked their way down Shawn's chest, resting on his crotch, grabbing him through the material of his pants.

Shawn hissed, thrusting up into his hand before flipping them over so that he was now on top. Hunter liked where this was going, it just seemed right to let him be the more dominant of the two.

Shawn kissed his way down his body, leaving a trail of wetness behind. Hunter shivered; he gasped and tried to sit up when he felt him breathing heavily over his crotch. Shawn looked up at him, licking his lips, and then he began to mouth him through the material of his trunks.

Hunter felt as if he were going to burst out of his wrestling trunks, he was so hard. He arched his hips up, wanting nothing more than to feel Shawn's lips wrapped around him.

"Fuck," he moaned. "Take them off already."

Shawn laughed, not stopping his cruel teasing. Only when Hunter's moans started to sound like a cry of need did he finally remove his trunks. Shawn took his hardened cock in his hand, licking around the base before finally devouring him.

Hunter's pumps increased as his breath became ragged. He had his other hand firmly placed on the wall in front of him, trying to grasp on to something. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he wanted, no... he needed to finish this dream. He hadn't even gotten to him and Shawn fucking yet.

He swallowed down a groan in fear that Shawn would hear him. That was the last thing he wanted, Shawn knowing that he jacked off in the shower while he sat in the other room unaware. Okay, so he didn't really care if he knew he jacked off in the shower, he just didn't want to accidentally have his name fall from his lips.

He needed to get back to his fantasy.

Shawn had climbed his way back up his body and started kissing him again. Hunter didn't notice that he had worked his own pants off until his legs were thrown over his shoulders and he could feel Shawn's erection probing at his entrance...

Hunter came hard. The thought of getting that far with him made him explode in his fist, groaning long and deep in his throat. He let go of his now limp cock and slapped both hands against the tiles in front of him, feeling sated. That orgasm was certainly overdue. He took a couple of more minutes to actually wash off before finally getting out of the shower.

He dried himself off and got dressed. He opened the door to the bathroom only to find Shawn standing right in front of him, his face a mask of confusion and wonder.

Hunter suddenly felt self conscience.

"What's your problem?" he asked, walking past him. "You look like you seen a ghost or something."

Oh shit! Had he slipped and said something he wasn't suppose to?

No, he didn't... he couldn't.

"Well... uhh... I..." Shawn stuttered. "It's just that... I heard..."

He turned to him. "You heard what, Shawn? Just spit it out already." Hunter said becoming both agitated, and nervous.

"I know this might sound a bit… strange, but I could've sworn I heard you say my name when you were in the shower." He said finally, voice low and calm.

Hunter felt as if he might faint. Actually, that didn't seem too bad right about now. His worst nightmare had come true, and now he had the choice of playing it off and calling Shawn insane or telling him the truth.

He stood perfectly still, too afraid to move or glance at Shawn's face. He licked his lips which seemed to be dry, and he let out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding.

"What?" He asked after a moment of dreadful silence.

"Yeah, it was weird because it sounded like you were moaning it." He said "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Why wasn't there a secret dungeon in the floor for him to fall through right now? That sounded a lot better than having to be here.

He shook and gasped lightly at the feel of Shawn's warm hand on his shoulder.

"Look at me." He said softly.

Hunter reluctantly looked up at the older man, eyes glassed over from the tears that were threatening to fall. "I don't know what to tell you." He said ashamed.

"The truth would be best."

Hunter sighed. It was now or never. He took a deep breath and began. "For as long as I can remember, I've felt something for you. No matter what stupid shit I get into, you're always there. You never judge or criticize me, you're always there to listen to me bitch and moan about whatever when nobody else gives a damn. And not to mention you're a wonderful guy who is smart, funny, caring, beau--" He stopped himself before he could say the word 'beautiful'. He didn't want to creep him out more than he already was.

He quickly looked down at the ground again, blushing; his cheeks turning three different shades of red. He chewed on his lower lip as he waited for the outraged yelling, maybe even a blow to the jaw.

Minutes passed and Shawn still hadn't spoken. Hunter wiped the tears from his eyes, and walked past him, still avoiding looking at him. "Forget that I said anything".

He knew he shouldn't have told him, his first instinct was to just keep mum, but no, he had to go all emotional and girly. He needed to get away from him… fast. He grabbed his keys off the table and headed to the door, but before he could open it, Shawn grabbed his arm, and turned him towards him.

Hunter focused his attention back on the ground as soon as he was face to face with him.

Shawn stared at him, smiling. He put his finger under his chin, lifting it so that he was looking at him. Then he leaned in, and kissed him softly on the lips.

Hunter's mind was at a million places at once. He really wanted to keep kissing him, but just couldn't because there were so many questions he needed answered. As much as it hurt him to back away from his sweet lips, he did. "You're not… I thought… I don't understand." He said trying to comprehend just what exactly was going on.

Shawn laughed softly. "Well, I guess it's my turn to confess something to you." He leaned in close again, and whispered softly against his lips "I feel the exact same way about you as you do about me."

Hunter felt as if he couldn't breathe. Not only was Shawn's lips so close to his own, but he had just admitted that he shared feelings for him as well. "So, where do we go from here?" He asked in almost a nervous whisper.

"Wherever you want to." He replied before kissing him again, this time with more lust.

If this were a dream, Hunter never wanted to wake up.

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