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Sucky ending, but there you go. Just for reference, Mark is Taker, and Glenn is Kane. =]
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Shawn awoke the next morning with a shudder, lifting his head and looking around. His eyes fell on the open balcony door, the figure of Hunter standing outside. He shivered as he crawled out of his bed and walked over to the door, stepping out onto the small stretch of concrete, another shivering coursing through his body as he did.
"Hunt, is something wrong?" he questioned, the light morning breeze blowing his golden locks over his face.
Hunter turned, looking over at Shawn, "Hm, oh I'm fine cowboy," he said with a smile, watching as Shawn walked over and stood next to him, "I was just thinking."
"About what?" asked Shawn, leaning against the railing, his arm brushing against Hunter's.
Hunter shrugged, "Just things," he answered simply, leaning slightly so he was touching more of Shawn's arm without it being too obvious.
Shawn frowned faintly, his eyes locked on the city that stretched out before them, "Why won't you tell me?" he asked, lifting his gaze and looking over at him. "Are you hiding something from me?"
"Of course not," answered Hunter a little too quickly, "I mean, why would I hide something from my best friend?"
Shawn sighed faintly, "Oh I don't know," he said simply before turning and returning back to the warm hotel room. Hunter sighed as he watched Shawn go then looked back out over the city; his body slumped over the railing.
"Fuck me," he mumbled to himself and the cool morning air.
A little while later, Shawn was sitting alone on one of the security barricades that lined the arena, separating the ring from where the fans sat. He still had a few hours before he had to get on his plane to head to the next arena so he figured a bit of quiet time was the best thing for him.
Why was Hunter all of a sudden hiding things from him? He asked himself, staring out at the ring before him. He wasn't sure. Hunter was perfectly fine the day before but now, now he was hiding something from Shawn, and Shawn wanted to know what it was.
"Hey pretty boy," said a voice, breaking Shawn from his thoughts a while later. He jumped, grabbing on to the security barrier to keep from falling backwards to the concrete below him.
"You trying to give me heart attack Cena?" grumbled Shawn, slipping off the barricade to prevent another chance of hurting himself.
John shook his head, "Nah man, I was looking for you," he said as he stopped next to Shawn, "There's someone out front of the arena looking for you."
Shawn glanced over at him, figuring he had to mean Hunter. He sighed in defeat as he moved away from the barricade and made his way up the ramp. He stopped at the locker room to grab his things then continued his stroll to the front of the arena. He didn't want to see Hunter right now, especially if there was something the younger man was hiding from him.
The sunlight blinded Shawn as he stepped out of the front door, forcing him to raise his hand to shield his eyes some.
"Hunt?" he called out to the dark figure he saw before him. It was only after those words left him that he saw the figure was much too large and tall to be Hunter.
"Boy I'm not Hunter," growled the person, stepping over to Shawn, their height blocking out the harsh rays of the sun.
Shawn blinked slightly, his mouth suddenly dry, "Mark, what are you doing here?" he asked, taking a step back, his body pressed against the doors of the arena behind him.
"House show," he said simply, looking down at the older man, "I heard RAW was still here, so I decided to visit. I sent Cena to find you."
Shawn gulped softly, trying to regain his ability to think clearly, "That's….that's nice," he finally managed to get out before grabbing his bags and stepping around Mark, "I…I need to go. I don't want to miss my plane."
"You're not going to miss your plane," said Mark, suddenly appearing next to Shawn, "You got another two hours before that happens."
Shawn sighed, his body limp slightly as he turned to look at Mark, "Alright, what do you want from me then?"
"I just want to talk," he said, taking one of Shawn's bags, "My car is right over here, I'll take you back to the hotel."
Shawn sighed again as he followed Mark over to his car. That's just what Shawn needed, to be trapped in a vehicle with a man that sent his entire body into frenzy.
"You're awfully quiet," said Mark a little while later as he pulled into the hotel parking lot.
Shawn glanced over at him before turning his attention back to the window, "You're the one that wanted to talk, not me," he said softly, leaning against the cool glass of the window.
Silence filled the car before Mark cleared his throat, "You can get out of my car then," he said sternly.
Shawn sighed, shaking his head as he climbed out of the car, and then grabbed his things from the back seat. He then walked into the hotel, looking up as Randy walked over to him.
"What was that all about?" he questioned, looking over Shawn's shoulder as Mark drove off.
Shawn shook his head, "Oh I don't know anymore," he said helplessly as he brushed past Randy and went back upstairs.
Hunter sighed as he sat on his bed, his packed bags lying scattered on the floor and bed around him. Just two more hours, he kept telling himself as he lifted his head, looking over at the door as Shawn walked in.
"Hey cowboy," he said with a smile, watching Shawn. The smile soon transformed into a frown as he walked Shawn walk over to him and sit on the bed next to him, resting his head on Hunter's shoulder.
Hunter wrapped his arm around Shawn, holding him close as they sat there in the silence. He knew something was bothering Shawn, but he wasn't going to pressure the older man. No, if Shawn wanted to talk, he'd let him do it on his own terms. He sighed as he rested his head against Shawn's head, his eyes falling shut as he fell into the comfortable silence around them.
Meanwhile, Mark sat in his hotel room, watching his best friend, Glenn, as he sorted both of their bags into the closet. He snickered as one of the bags fell off the shelf, knocking Glenn over the head in the process.
"Shut up," mumbled Glenn with a quick glare before he kicked the bag into the closet, the door slamming shut shortly after.
Mark rolled his eyes as he turned his attention away from his friend, his mind reverting once more back to Shawn. Glenn stared at him, noticing instantly the change in his friend's mood, but he knew better than to ask Mark. He sighed faintly himself as he sat on his own bed and played around on his computer, waiting for Mark to speak to him.
As the day drew on, both Mark and Shawn dwelled on their thoughts, neither man knowing that the other was thinking about them.