Warnings: Slash (Marty Jannetty/Shawn Michaels), smut, angst, drug use.
He's late. It shouldn't be a surprise, but it is. Life is preparing to take them in different directions, so these things happen, but he thought he meant enough to be on time for. It's nothing more than a motel room. It's not exciting, or romantic. It's probably not good enough for him any more. If it ever was. It's not hard to consider that. Partners mean more to some people than others. Shawn's always been the flashy one. The brash one. The bold, vibrant, beautiful one. He's like honey, attracting flies, and Marty, he's like vinegar. One or two might have a look, but he's not what they want. Shawn is, and Marty had come to accept that. He'd hoped he saw the truth, what was behind their differences, but Shawn's not known for his being observant, or considerate, of other people.
In the beginning things had been different. In the beginning they'd been tight. Success had come, and the more success came the more Marty realised that he's not the one it's for. Tag-teams split, that's what they do, but putting your partner's head through a window isn't how most teams end. He understands though. Shawn is better at the game, and Marty'll be okay. He thinks, hopes, he'll be okay when the time comes.
"Hey! You gonna open this fucking thing up or not?" There's a loud noise outside the door, and the familiar drawl of Shawn. "C'mon... I don't got all night." That comment confirms something painful to Marty. He'd wanted this to be a night where they talk things out, but that's not going to happen. This is one stop on a list of stops apparently. The Heartbreak Kid isn't just a gimmick after all.
"Hey." A pitifully small greeting to offer on what is to be a heartbreak. It's strange how final this feels, how like the calm before a storm. It's not how Marty usually feels when Shawn comes for a motel room visit usually.
"Gonna let me in?" Shawn barges past, and somehow thee room feels smaller. Shawn's not a huge guy, but he's got a presence, charisma in spades. "So..." He waves a hand around the room, a vague general movement to try and stir something out of Marty.
"Yeah... Beer?" Shawn looks over at Marty's words, and nods enthusiastically.
"Yeah, beer me, man!" There's a manic edge to his grin, that Marty's sure isn't caused by Shawn's natural exuberance. He fishes a little bag out of his inner pocket, and starts setting out a line. "You want some?" He asks, snorting it down swiftly. Marty shrugs, and watches Shawn swipe under his nose a few times, his grin stretching. "It's good stuff." He offers once more.
"I'm good... Not in the mood for that tonight." He mumbles, opening Shawn's beer, and handing it to him.
"No? Alrighty! More for me." Shawn cackles, and downs a substantial amount of beer, then starts cutting another line. "So... Why am I here?" Marty bites back a sigh, and sits on the bed, regarding Shawn absently.
"Dunno." He shrugs, and Shawn sighs dramatically.
"The team's splitting up... Not us." He flops down beside Marty. "C'mon... It'll be fun. I'll go be super famous, and you'll be slightly less famous, and it'll be awesome! Even more awesome! Wanna get some girls up here? Have some sexy, fun times with pretty ladies, and a super hot dude?" He grins at Marty. "Jesus... You're no fun... What the fuck am I doing here if it's not to have fun?"
"I... I thought... Just go if you're bored, Shawn." Marty stands, and takes the line Shawn had left on the dresser. He's never been a huge fan of coke, it makes his snappy, but when in Rome you do as the Roman's do, and when with Shawn you do as he does.
"Make me unbored, and I'll stay." He laughs. Marty looks up, then shakes his head, prepping another line that Shawn will inevitably snort later.
"Unbored? How?" Marty wanders back over to the bed, and Shawn bounces to his feet. He pulls his shirt off, and smirks.
"You know." He's pulling what he clearly thinks is a coy expression, but it's more hilarious than anything else. Shawn is not coy, and he can't even pretend to be.
"I guess." It's not why Marty wanted Shawn to come to this room, but he'll take it. He'd wanted to talk about their relationship. He'd wanted to find out where he stands once the team splits up, but Shawn, being Shawn, isn't one for talking. He's a man of action. Words are used only to get him out of the trouble action has caused him.
"Good." Shawn reaches into his pants pocket, and tosses Marty a condom. "I'll get the party started." Shawn laughs to himself, and kicks off his shoes, then sheds his pants. He's not wearing underwear, but Marty's used to that. There's no one fonder of being naked than Shawn, so his cock is something you get used to seeing pretty quickly. He grabs his pants once more, and pulls a little bottle of lube from a pocket. It's not intended as a show, but Marty can't keep from watching Shawn opening his ass up. One finger becomes two quickly. His other hand roams his chest, tweaking his nipples, and stroking over his skin. "You gonna actually take your pants off?" He chuckle as he takes a hold of his cock. "Can't fuck me in pants, man." Marty doesn't argue that he could, so long as he opened his fly, fuck Shawn in pants. He, instead, takes them off, and then pulls his shirt over his head.
"So... How you wanna do this?" Marty's always a little trepidatious when it comes to this, and it's not helped by the fact coke always makes him a little squirrelly. Shawn rolls his eyes, and spreads his legs. He pulls his fingers out of his ass, and cocks an eyebrow. "Alright..." Marty positions himself between Shawn's thighs, and lines his cock up with Shawn's hole. There's a part of him that wants to lean in for the kiss, but Shawn's not big on kissing. He much prefers to use his mouth for talking, or at least making noise. He never gives blow-jobs, but he's very vocal in his enjoyment of them. Marty eases inside Shawn, thrusting shallowly, until Shawn bucks his hips in impatience. He speeds up after that, fucking in earnest, his hands braced on either side of Shawn's shoulders.
"Yeah, right there." Shawn moans, his nails digging into Marty's shoulders. "That's it. Harder. Faster." He pants, and Marty tries to comply. The drugs, and alcohol in his system making him feel like meeting Shawn's demands should be easy.
"You like that?" He grunts, and Shawn moans in pleasure. It's not what he wanted to happen, but it's how it was always going to go. Shawn is like a force of nature. He's impossible to resist, impossible to deny. It's not worth your time to even try. He's like gravity, escaping his pull is more than Marty's able to do. The split, the inevitability of Shawn's raise, the fall Marty sees for himself, it's all inevitable.
"Out." He snaps suddenly, and Marty moves off of him. Shawn stands on wobbly legs, his movements oddly slow and precise. "Lie down." Marty flops onto his back, and Shawn straddles his thighs, guiding Marty's cock back inside of him. "Yeah, that's it." Shawn moans, his head flung back, his hair clinging to the sweat forming on his chest. "Gotta love being on top." He grins, and Marty finds his words stolen by the sight. Shawn rides a cock like he was made for it, his thighs working smooth and steady, his hands splayed on Marty's chest. "The top's where I belong." He gasps, and Marty doesn't argue. He lies on his back watching Shawn ride his cock.
"Want me to give you hand?" He manages to get out, watching Shawn's cock bob up and down, a little trickle of pre-come at the tip had been mesmerising, but Marty wants to help him out.
"Already are." Shawn grins, and Marty doesn't think too long, or too hard about that. He will later, but in the moment it's a random throwaway comment. Marty takes a hold of Shawn's cock, stroking it in time with his movements. "Faster." He snaps, and Marty quickly follows the order, moving his hand faster. "Tighter." Once more Marty does as he's told. He's learned that arguing with Shawn won't get you anywhere, that doing as he asks saves time, and effort. Shawn comes loudly, but Marty's learned that Shawn does most things loudly. He follows shortly after, coming quietly, pulling out, and grabbing something from the floor to clean up with. Shawn is one of those men who once he's come, he's out like a light, but Marty's not in the mood for sleeping. After a few hours of lying in bed, he gets up. He can't sleep, the beer and the coke aren't sitting well with each other. Shawn makes a grumble of noise as Marty gets out of bed, then wraps the covers around himself tighter, leaving none for Marty if he decided to try to sleep once more.
"Gonna take a shower, okay?" Marty calls over to Shawn, watching him squirm around in bed a little.
"Whatever, don't care. Sleeping." The reply is giving grudgingly, and Marty shakes his head at his soon to be former tag-team partner.
In the shower his mind tries to pick a topic to think about, but it's too fidgety. It flits from his future, to his present, to his past. He's not sure where it wants to land, but Shawn's a constant in it's considerations. He's enjoyed being Shawn's partner, as much as anyone can, and he's not certain he's going too enjoy being Shawn's past. On his way out of the bathroom he snags the present he'd had stashed in his luggage, left in the bathroom for sake of neatness. It's nothing special, not really, just a little something for Shawn to remember him by once they're apart. He's not looking forward to being the past, and he wants to make sure there's a reminder of him in Shawn's life. Shawn's prone to not looking back, he's too focussed on what's in front, but Marty wants to be remembered, and this Christmas present is about the only thing he could think of.
"So, I know it's a little late and all, but I was gonna give you this last night-" When Marty re-enters the bedroom, it's empty save a scrawled note.
Gotta run! Remember to gig!
The Christmas present drops from his hands. He's already helping Shawn. He's already providing the launch pad for his rise to the top. Shawn doesn't need any more than that. The love story Marty had provided their tale was entirely one-sided. Shawn is the cream, and Marty is the milk underneath. He's not important in the grand scheme of things, and last night was the last night. The note, the unsigned, uncaring note confirms that. This was a stepping stone for Shawn, and Marty Jannetty will be little more than a footnote in the Shawn Michaels story.
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