~Chapter II~
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For Heartbreak DX and Seraphalexiel
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Shawn had a great match that night against Davey Boy who also stuck around after the "incident" last year. He just couldn't bring himself to leave the only thing he knew. Plus Eric might have been killing Vince in the ratings, but at least Davey knew he wouldn't be fired anytime soon. Owen felt the same way, but unlike Davey, that wasn't the only reason he stuck around. After their match, Davey bid Owen a good night promising to him at Stu's some time tomorrow. Bret and his girlfriend, Davey and his wife, all of the family were meeting at Stu's (their dad's) place for a big Christmas dinner. When Davey finally left him, Owen lingered in the break room waiting for Shawn to come backstage. It wasn't long before Owen heard the sound of rowdy laughter coming from outside the door. He scoffed at the sounds, knowing that it could only be Shawn's inner circle.
"So guys, what are we doing tonight?" James asked.
"I say we do nothing," Shawn grumbled. "I'm tired and I'd much rather spend the next to days curled up in a warm bed…with a warm body," he hinted.
Both Joanie and Sean laughed at this apparently thinking it was a joke. "Shawn…I know you don't mean that," Joanie said with a grin. "You're Mr. Heartbreak Kid which means you were born to party hard every night."
"Yeah babes. I say we go for a drink," Hunter added.
"I…don't know guys. Maybe…maybe tomorrow but I just can't tonight. I really don't think I can keep my eyes open. Besides, we partied all night last night."
"Yeah but live a little Shawny," Sean coaxed. "You're the champ. Why not go out and celebrate in style? Bring in the Christmas with your buddies?"
"I'll pass for now but uh…maybe I'll catch up with you guys later. Alright?"
"Alright Shawn. Catch you later," they all said as they hearded out of the arena in fits of laughter about something or another. They didn't even notice that the break room door was open nor did they hear the hints of sadness in Shawn's voice. Owen waited until Shawn headed to the locker room before creeping down the hall out of the arena.
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Owen didn't have to wait too long before Shawn came slowly trudging out of the arena, the cold Montreal air clearly getting to him. Even though Shawn was bundled up, he still appeared to be freezing half to death. Owen watched Shawn look around as if waiting for someone before he started out of the arena parking lot. I know he isn't about to walk…
Owen blew the horn of his truck, startling the blonde. Shawn hurried towards the truck a little taken back when the door opened for him.
"Owen?"
"Yeah now get in! It's fucking freezing!"
"Uh…well…"
"Come on Shawn. It's either ride or die before you even make it a block." Shawn reluctantly got inside the vehicle mumbling a thanks to the younger brother. "Don't mention it," he grinned. "So where to?"
"I…don't really know. Hunter was supposed to book us a room for the night but I can't get in touch with him to find out. So…I was just gonna find a room at the nearest hotel then fly out to San Antonio in the morning."
"On Christmas? Dude," he laughed. "I'm not trying to pick or anything like that but have you any idea what holiday traveling is like? I doubt very seriously you'll be able to get a plane to San Antonio, let alone at a decent price."
"Yeah well I can't stay here. Someone might recognize me. Better to be home alone than here where everyone hates me."
Owen glanced over at the blonde who was now leaning against the window, his long hair covering half of his face. Owen could see from his reflection in the glass that he was sad, almost to the point of tears even. Owen sighed. Bad idea or not, he wasn't going to quit now. "Say Shawn? How about you stay the night with me tonight?"
"Yeah right," he scoffed. "Just so your brother can—
"No, no hear me out first. You see, we're all supposed to meet up at my dad's later tomorrow for dinner but until then I have my whole house to myself. It's a three bedroom house. You can sleep in one of the guest rooms for the night and then first thing in the morning, see about catching a flight back to Texas."
"I can't Owen. I just can't."
"Why not Shawn?" he asked. "It's not like you have anywhere else to go. What's the point of wasting money on a room when you can stay in one for free? Plus, I know you're tired. That's why you didn't go out with Hunter and them."
"How'd you…?"
"Because I was in the break room and heard you guys talking. You're tired but they didn't seem to notice. Like I said earlier, some friends."
"Bret said the same thing," he scoffed. "They're my friends no matter what you think."
"Alright fine but at least stay the night," he pleaded. "I promise you won't be bothered by Bret or anyone else for that matter. Besides uh…I'm…pretty sure they'd kill me if they knew," he added.
"I'm not worth the risk Owen. Trust me."
"Let me decide that for myself now will you stay? Please?"
"Whatever," he mumbled and went back to staring out the window. Calgary was only about an hour's drive from Montreal and by the time they reached Owen's place, Shawn was sound asleep against the door. Owen shook his head. I knew he was wiped out. Owen got out of the truck first, grabbing both his bags and Shawn's taking them into the house. He made sure the house looked decent (it did since he was never home anyway) before going back to wake Shawn.
Shawn didn't put up much of a fuss as Owen helped him out of his truck. He led Shawn down a hall, their footsteps barely registering to the thick burgundy carpet. "You can sleep in here for the night. There's a restroom to your left. Should have everything you need. I'll be up for a while in case you need something. Goodnight Shawn."
Owen retreated to his own room which was right across the hall from Shawn. Owen took a long, hot shower doing his best to shake the conflicting feelings about the situation. He stayed on Raw to watch over Shawn but even he knew bringing Shawn to Calgary might have been pushing it. Still though…it wasn't in his nature to be cruel and while Bret was pretending to hate Shawn, Owen knew his brother was just putting on.
Owen quickly threw on some boxers and made his way across the hall to check on Shawn. The blonde was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at the floor, his long hair blanketing his face. "Shawn?"
He quickly looked up forcing a smile. "Oh I…I'm sorry. I was just thinking."
"No need to apologize princess," he grinned. Shawn quickly looked away again which in turn made Own frown. He took a seat next to Shawn, his eyes immediately rounding on the picture hanging on the wall. Across from them were family pictures but the one standing out was of him and Bret dressed in their wrestling gear holding Canadian flags proudly. That's when Owen realized his mistake. He probably should have put Shawn in the other guest room; the room with no pictures of Bret. Oh I seriously screwed up.
"Shawn I'm sorry for bringing you in here," Owen winced. "I forgot…the pictures…"
"They're really nice," he said softly. "He looks happy; both of you do." Shawn looked over at him, forcing another tired smile. "I'd do anything to see him smile like that again. I do miss him…his friendship I mean."
He turned away again letting the silence fill the room. Owen didn't know what to say to this. He knew his brother was suffering as well but he couldn't prove it. Each time Shawn's name was brought up, Bret would explode, reminding everyone of how much he hated Shawn and that would be the end of it. Owen tried once before to get Bret to speak of Shawn but it only started an argument that Owen only wished he could take back. He chuckled softly. "I wish I could see him smile like that again too."
Shawn looked over at him, a frown wrinkling his pretty face. "He doesn't smile for you?"
Owen shook his head. "Not since our last argument. I said some things…about you and he flipped out. Seemed to think I was betraying him."
"You kind of are right now Owen," Shawn winced. "He hates me. I'm your brother's number one rival and enemy for life. Even I can understand how he must feel."
"It's a lie Shawn," Owen answered. "A lie. I know my brother better than him and I can tell he misses you."
Shawn turned away, unable to meet Owen's eyes any longer. "Doesn't matter Owen. What's done is done."
"Shawn…I don't mean to pry but…I have to know. My brother will never tell me because he's afraid I'll hate him, but I'm not that guy Shawn. I could never hate him for anything. I just…it would help me understand him better if I knew the truth; if I knew that my feelings about him were right."
Shawn shrugged. "Ask away. It's not like I'll be talking with him again anyway."
Owen took a deep breath. "Alright. Shawn…I think my brother is in love with you and I just want to know…do you love him too?"
Shawn didn't answer. He couldn't. His throat was too knotted up to answer, not to mention he was having a hard time being in a Hart's home. "I…I'm going to bed," he managed.
"Shawn—
"No…Owen I can't…"
"Princess—
"God stop it Owen!" he choked. "Don't…call me that!"
"Is that what he called you Shawn?" Owen asked. "My princess…I've heard him say it—
"No! Just…Why are you doing this to me?" he cried. "I don't…you bring me to your house in order to trap me…is that it?" he asked. "Are you trying to make me cry in order to get vengeance for your brother?"
"No, Shawn I already told you that I'm different. I don't want to hurt you!" he pleaded but Shawn wasn't hearing it.
"Then why are you calling me that? You know…you know only he called me that and I…"
"You love him."
"Fuck, Owen shut up!" he screamed. "I don't love him! I don't love anyone! I hate him! He left me! He…he…"
Owen wrapped his arms around Shawn, ignoring his protests. "Shawn….princess stop it."
"I hate that name," he sobbed. "I hate it! I'm not a princess! I'm a devil. Everyone hates me…"
"No they don't," Owen whispered. "I don't hate you." He pulled Shawn into his chest, running his fingers through silky hair he was sure his brother was missing.
"You do," Shawn choked again. "You said it…that day…"
"No, princess that wasn't me," he answered quickly. "I don't hate you. Never hate Shawn."
"Stop…let me go," he cried trying his best to push away but Owen held on tightly.
"I won't let you go. Not until you realize that I'm here for you. I'll always look after you."
"But why? Why would you look after me? I'm a slut, a drunk, a pill popper and champion that no one respects except between the sheets. You can't possibly…"
"My brother sees something special in you Shawn and so do I."
"No—
"Princess he loves you so, so much that it's tearing him apart each and every day. I know you can't make up for what you did and he won't apologize because he's too stubborn but at least know that he cares about you despite his words and so do I Shawn. I care about you very much."
Shawn shook his head. "Lies," he whispered.
"Not lies Shawn. I mean it. I care about you very, much. The one who will always be second best to the great Bret Hart adores you more than you or he could ever know," he confessed. "I can't stand to see you hurting which is why I don't care what others think. I brought you here at great personal risk to my relationship with my family but you know what? Something tells me I'm doing the right thing. I just got this feeling Shawn…only someone as special as you could bring this out of me."
Shawn looked up at him his eyes searching Owen's face for signs of lies, but Owen wasn't kidding. In fact, he just said a whole bunch of stuff he really didn't mean to say which had him scared. He cared about Shawn, but just how much, he couldn't be sure. Shawn's piercing wet gaze bore into him and Owen feared he'd never breathe again. Beautiful. Shawn was absolutely fucking beautiful and like Bret, was starting to believe Shawn was a joke sent by God.
Shawn reached up to cup his face tenderly drawing him in for a kiss. It was slow, their lips barely moving at first until Shawn took control drawing Owen closer to him. The warmth, Shawn needed to feel wanted but Owen didn't know that. All he knew was that the man he'd been fascinated with since Montreal was engaging him in a kiss and by God he was kissing him back. Owen wasn't thinking anymore. His brain officially shut off when Shawn's lips met his so he couldn't be reminded of the consequences of taking advantage of someone like Shawn. His body acted on its own accord, pressing Shawn down into the quilt as he planted tiny kisses down his body. Shawn curled his fingers in Owen's hair, the small gesture awakening a hunger in Owen he never knew existed for a man – this man.
Owen pressed his lips to Shawn's neck, licking and tasting the delicious flesh that drove men crazy. His hands roamed the rest of Shawn's body slowly, stopping only to tease his member into hardness. Shawn twisted and moaned from the touch, his breathing getting shallower by the second. Owen messed around and looked into his eyes, falling in love with a gaze he was certain he'd never see again because of life. It didn't matter though – at least not right now. All that mattered was making the man before him scream his name in pleasure; making him forget all of his troubles for one night.
Owen kissed his way down Shawn's body, stopping only to take Shawn into his mouth. "Ahhh please…more," he begged. Owen licked and sucked hard on Shawn's length, his teeth grazing his sensitive member for added pleasure – or at least he hoped it was. Shawn seemed to like this very much, his fingers tightening in Owen's hair. Owen hummed softly, taking Shawn deeper into his mouth until he could feel drops of his cum leaking down his throat. He moved away, smiling from the sound of Shawn's whimpers.
"I'll let you cum beautiful, but you'll do it with me." Owen licked his fingers inserting them into the blonde. He jumped then groaned welcoming the intrusion.
"Now…please…take me," he begged.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Just do it. I…I need it."
Owen spread his legs, thrusting inside of him. "Oh…fuck…tight…so, so tight. Shawn I might explode." Shawn arched his back slowly moving under Owen until he finally took control. Owen bit down on Shawn's neck, thrusting faster and harder inside of him.
Shawn clung to him, begging him to let him cum. "Owen...Owen please..."
"Not yet…not yet…fuck! You're so good…" Owen moved to kiss his lips one last time before his hips finally bucked. "Oh God...now Shawn…" One final thrust sent them both to climax. Owen spilled himself inside of him, collapsing on top of his…well, he wasn't sure. It took him a minute to pull out being that he rather enjoyed his position but he knew that wasn't right. Owen lay down beside Shawn pulling him close, covering the two of them up. A sudden wave of guilt washed over him making him feel uneasy. I shouldnt' have...
"I'm sorry," he suddenly blurted out. "God Shawn I'm…"
"It's okay. I kissed you remember?"
"But I—
"Don't worry about it. It's Christmas Eve. Let's just make this a gift to the both of us. You…for not leaving me alone for Christmas in a stuffy hotel room. If it wasn't for you, I'd be somewhere passed out from drinking too much. I've been doing it a lot since Bret and yes, I am ashamed."
"I can't possibly know the pain you feel each day but Shawn, don't let this part of your life ruin you. You're amazing in the ring and a beautiful person. I watch so many people take advantage of you and it makes me sick. I know if my brother was around none of this shit would be happening to you. I don't have the pull that my brother had ya know? I've always been seen as just "second best"; the little brother of big bad Bret which makes it hard for me to get a say around here."
"Owen, I know I told you you're like him and you are in a way, but unlike Bret, you're easier to get along with. You're passionate snd unafraid to say what's on your mind. I'm glad I spent the night with you and you know what? You're not just second best Owen. Honestly…after tonight, I can't help but wonder why I didn't notice you first. You're so sweet." Shawn reached up and pulled Owen's lips to his. "Merry Christmas Owen."
"I…" he stopped himself. He wasn't sure what was about to come out of his mouth so instead he smiled. "Merry Christmas prin…Shawn."
Shawn smiled. "Princess will do, but only a Hart can get away with it."
Owen held the blonde closer to him, kissing the top of his head. "Princess…sweet dreams my princess."
-TBC…
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AN: Nope. Still not done yet. It's a few shot that has an ending that I will get to eventually. Owen muse hit me hard so I got to make use of him before I get back to…to that other fic that shall not be named. I think we have 2 chapters left. Hope you're enjoying this long ass Christmas "oneshot". Ha Ha
