"Second Best"
"Second Best"
Main Pairing: HBK/ Bret Hart
Summary: Will Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels find the complete right people for them, or will they just end up with the second best. Slash! Please don't read if you don't like Slash.
Chapter 7- Wait... What?
It had only been two weeks since Bret and Shawn had been forced to stay together, and Shawn was running Bret up a wall. He demanded everything every couple of minutes. Bret barely ever got a second to take a break; the only break he ever did get was when Shawn was whether sleeping or drunk. When he was sleeping he rarely ever woke up for exactly 8-9 hours. And when he was drunk he didn't eat anything, he just… drunk things. But today was so much different because Shawn was really packing on the chores and stuff on this day. Bret didn't know what his deal was; all he knew was that he was slowly getting tired of the Heart Break Kid.
"Bret!"
Shawn yelled loudly from Bret's room, he stomped his good leg on his bed lightly as he waited for Bret to come up. Now, Shawn's not stupid, he knew that he was driving Bret up and around the wall. But then again, he was nice; he was only going to ask Bret to do a few more things, like get him more alcohol and get his shower ready and stuff. After that Shawn swore to leave him alone for the rest o the day.
Bret laid his back on what was temporarily his bed for the first time in like nine million hours, when he heard Shawn's obnoxious screaming voice. Bret sighed loudly; he was honestly not in the mood for Shawn's mess. He rolled off of the couch and onto the floor. Bret really didn't like taking care of Mr. Demanding, at this point he wouldn't have cared if Vince would've fired him right then and there. Bret began to stomp all the way to Shawn's room. When Bret made it up there Shawn smiled at him. He waved slightly at him and then he rubbed his leg. Shawn knew that his leg was slowly getting better, and soon he'd be able to walk again and start rehabilitation.
"Bret, I've decided that t to take a shower and wash my hair. So you have to get all of that stuff ready, and I'm not using any of your disgusting shampoo. I want to use my own today, its name brand; it's in my bag waiting for you, sweetie." "
Shawn said with a small smile on his face. Adding the word sweetie at the end just to make Bret feel a little bit special, so that he would actually do what Shawn was asking.
"Why can't you try and do it yourself?"
Bret asked irritatingly, Shawn could try hopping on one foot, since it was almost completely healed he just had to work it out a little bit.
"Bret please, I'm not quite ready to start messing with me leg yet, its only been two weeks."
Shawn complained with a pout on his face and his arms crossed.
Bret rolled his eyes, and then he stomped into the bathroom. He was getting really tired of Shawn. He almost wanted to look Shawn up in a clock and leave him there until this whole paid vacation period was over. After Bret had gotten Shawn's bath ready, he walked back into the room and saw Shawn sitting there brushing his hair. Now, Bret never knew exactly how long his little roommates hair actually was, if he waited a couple more months it could actually stretch to his lower back, even though Bret doubted Shawn would let it get that long. Bret had some kind of unnatural urge to walk over there and brush that hair away from his face so that he could see the only sweet part of him, his eyes. But he didn't because he didn't want to give that skanky person any ideas.
"Shawn!"
Bret yelled to him with his arms crossed across his chest, he leaned on the wall near the door and waited for Shawn to acknowledge him. Shawn paid him not attention so Bret called him again. This time Shawn noticed he looked up and brushed his hair away from his face.
"Is my bath ready?"
Shawn asked, placing his brush on the night stand that was near him. Then he leaned up into a straighter sitting position as Bret nodded.
"Yeah, it's ready… do you need help getting into the bathtub?"
"I can use a little bit of help getting into bathroom."
Shawn said as he tried his luck twisting out of the bed so that his feet were hanging off of it. Bret nodded slightly, and then he walked over to Shawn with the wheel chair and helped him get inside of it. Then he rolled him into the chair into the bathroom. After that Shawn shooed him away.
About an hour later Shawn was out of the bathroom and ready to complete his non-day. Bret just kind of sat down on the bed, acting like he was waiting for the bathroom to dry up a little so that he could go in there and use it. But in reality he was watching Shawn brush his hair again, only this time is was wet and frizzing up slowly, so it was entertaining and at the same time adorable.
Shawn looked up when he noticed that Bret was looking at him. He smirked and then pushed his hand back toward his hair, pulling it back and into a tight tight tight ponytail, keeping it in with a wrist band. The only reason Shawn was doing this was to see whether or not Bret was going to continue looking at him, which he defiantly did. When Shawn finally made that realization, he leaned down a little bit in his bed, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Bret, can I ask you a question?"
Shawn asked with a small smile on his face.
Bret was kind of reluctant with letting Shawn ask him any stupid unnecessary questions, but he figured that was the least he could do since Shawn gave him the day off.
"…Sure…"
Bret answered halfheartedly, then he sat down on edge of his bed. He frowned a little bit and for Shawn to say something.
"Where did you meet your ex-boyfriend, you know, the one that I broke you up with twice?"
Shawn asked with a small and yet curious smile on his face. He tied his hands together for a hit and waited for Bret to respond. Bret frowned slightly; he had to really think about it. I mean it was over a year ago and Bret was old, he couldn't remember everything. Though, it did come to him eventually.
"I, ummm… I was inside of a restaurant that was meant to be VIP. He just walked in, security was about to escort him out. But I just told them that he was with me. We hit it off really quickly, we had dinner, we had a couple of drinks. Then we went back to my house and we did what most people do when they go back to 'the house'. Anyways, I'm not the kind of person who would sleep without someone and have no intention to be with them for a least a week. And we really started to like each other after a while and we just kind stayed a couple for a bit."
Bret said with a small smile on his face, he did kind of leave out of the fact that he didn't really like his boyfriend too much, which meant Shawn just barely did anything wrong.
"Well then, I'm really sorry I broke you two up. The first time was totally accidental, as for the second time, well…"
Shawn said innocently looking to the side with a small smile on his face.
"Oh yeah, I remember the second time was totally on purpose. Why'd you have to sleep with me though?"
Bret asked, he was kind of irritated that Shawn had seduced him. It was so stupid because Shawn somehow remembered it, but Bret didn't remember one thing about that night. He didn't remember what it felt like, he didn't remember if he was good, he didn't remember whether or not Shawn was good, it was so darn stressful.
"Do you remember whether or not I… was, you know… good?"
Bret asked nervously, he usually never asked anyone questions like that because he was very sure he was good. But, Shawn had to have had sex with like dozens of men by now, so he's been around the block. Who knows what's actually good for him.
"…Bret we didn't have sex, at all."
Shawn said with a small smile on his face, he shook his head from side-to-side, and then he leaned back a little bit on the bed post.
"…What do you mean we didn't have sex?"
Bret asked, he was flabbergasted. He'd lost his boyfriend and his hockey tickets! And he got absolutely no sex out of it! Shawn was about to respond to Bret's question. But Bret continued speaking.
"You were naked, I was only in my boxers. It's not possible that we didn't have sex!"
Bret yelled out, Shawn just smirked at Bret.
"Bret you have no idea how easy it is to take off all of your clothes, take off a good percentage of their clothes when they're passed out and then lay down in bed with someone. I just wanted to break you up with your boyfriend to get you back for breaking me up with my boyfriend, which I loved."
Shawn said, it was funny because his voice nearly broke off when he said the word loved. Bret was kind of curious about that, but he brushed it off.
"But you also caused me my hockey tickets, it's the World Cup for God's sake, and it was going to be right up in Montreal somewhere."
Bret said disappointingly, he then crossed his arms angrily. Just thinking about what could have been.
"You really want to go, where is it?"
Shawn asked with a small smile on his face.
"Its at the only arena, uptown. We don most of our shows up there, and they're going to covert it to a ice hockey arena. I had floor seats."
Bret said kind of despondently. He looked at Shawn, who had a small pout on his face.
"Well, when is it?"
Shawn asked, with a small smile on his face. Bret rolled his eyes.
"It's in about two weeks."
Bret replied with a small frown on his face, that's when he looked at Shawn, who seemed to be contemplating something. Bret wrinkled his eyebrows at him and then he sat up from his sort of crouching position. God, Bret thought, Shawn is pretty when he thinking about something really hard, he is unbelievably gorgeous to be a guy.
"What are you thinking about?"
Bret asked, as he watched Shawn snap out of his little mind, his eyes widened for a bit and then he looked at Bret with those bright blue eyes and laughed lightly.
"Sorry, sometimes I just go off into my own little world. Well anyways Bret, you can go downstairs and start living your life and I'll just stay up here and read a book."
Shawn said with a small smile, he then reached over too the night stand and pulled up a small book. He smiled down at it and began to read, Bret couldn't see the title, but from the picture on the front Bret could tell that Shawn was ready some kind of a romance novel. After Bret was finished looking at the book, he walked out of the room, and went to "live" his life, which only includes sitting down on the couch and watching highlights from old Hockey Games.
Okay, I know this is short and irritating and I know I've taken a while. But honestly this is the wrong school year to be doing anything. But I persevere.