1971
Part 1: Las Vegas Fever
Rating: R
Genre: Humor/Angst
Pairing: Ricky Steamboat/Ric Flair , HBK/HHH
Summary: History repeats it's self in Hunter and Shawn
~
January, 2004
"Fuck off Hunter! I'm tired of your shit! You don't care about me anymore, not like you used to anyway. Don't call me, don't talk to me, I don't exist to you unless we're on the show together..." Shawn hissed slamming the door to the Evolution dressing room in the face of Hunter.
"You know what Shawn? FUCK YOU TOO! I don't need you anymore! I've got loads of groupies and ring rats throwing them at my feet that are much sexier and much more willing to go then you'll ever be! I'm making movies now, I'm going to be so huge that you'll be just a speck of shit to me when I finally get around to noticing you again." Hunter roared kicking a sizable hole in the wall, breathing heavily as he attempted to calm himself down. He turned around, his eyebrows raising slightly when he saw the silloute of Flair outlined by the dim light of the bathroom.
"Was that really necessary Hunter?"
"He deserved it." Hunter snorted sitting down on the couch running a hand through his blonde hair. "Don't know what I saw in that little bastard..."
Ric sat across from the larger man, a serious look in his normally light hearted, happy eyes. It was unnerving. "Hunter, don't make this mistake. Don't let Shawn get away."
Hunter scoffed. "I don't need him Ric."
Ric reached over and grabbed Hunter by the front of his leather jacket. "Now listen here, dill weasel... That's the best thing that's ever going to happen to you. Your best friend, your lover. Who was there when you tore open your quad? Shawn. Who was waiting for you after every match good or bad? Shawn. Who took a chance on you when you were first starting out?"
"Yeah yeah yeah, Shawn. I know."
"I know you know! But do you understand? I really doubt that Hunt. I made your mistake once. And I regret it to this day."
"What did you do Ric?"" Hunter asked with a sigh. He was interested-- Ric had some damn good stories to tell.
"Remember Steamboat?"
"Stupid question, Naitch."
"Good, good. And don't get smart with me." Ric warned as he grabbed a bottle of water. This was going to take a little while. "It happened way back, in 1971...It started in Vegas, fitting that it would end in Vegas too. We were 18 at the time, and just getting recognized for our talents by several feds. Everything in our future was riding on the one chance we had for making it big..."
Las Vegas - June 14, 1971
"Hey, no Magnums, Riccy! They're gross. Only thing they're good for his getting the other the guy covered in champaign!" Ricky said laughing taking bottle of rapidly foaming champaign from the platinum haired man. He sat it down on the table as they walked into their cheap hotel room.
"Maybe I like ya covered in champaign, Ricky- And for the love of god, stop calling ME Riccy. Get's me confused." Ric grinned knocking heads with Ricky.
"Okay, okay. I'll come up with a new name for you. I'm good at that, don't you think?" Ricky smirked brushing his shoulder length dark hair off of his shoulders a little.
"Baby, you're good at alot of things." Ric smiled nipping at his ear lobe a little.
Ricky smirked then pushed him away playfully. "So... whose... ya know.. tonight?"
Ric wrapped his arms around Ricky's waist, pulling him close. "I think you know the answer to that baby." He said and pulled the other man over to the bed, pushing him down. "I got a surprise for you..." Ric got up, walking over to the suitcase. He pulled out a chain and a leash, swinging it playfully.
Ricky sat up and grabbed the other man by the wrist, wrestling him down to the mattress. "Nuh uh Flair. It's MY turn tonight..." The oriental looking man smiled mischievously. "So put it on like a good pup."
Flair grinned putting on the collar. "Sure thing..." Sure, Ric loved being on top, feeling that hot body of his lover buckle and twist and writhe with the pleasure that he brought on to him. But every once in awhile he let Ricky on top...
"God, a collar Ric? You really like kink, don't ya..." Ricky asked as he toyed with the leash giving it a tug telling Ric to come.
"Yeah, well I like gettin' wild. You should know that."
Ricky swatted at his buttocks, a playful little expression on his face. "I know... Believe me I know, after countless nights of playing around with Ric Flair's massive sex toy collection..."
"By time we're in our fifties, that thing'll be huge." Ric pointed out helping Ricky out of his clothes.
"If we're still having sex then, Ric. I may not want your wrinkled dick up my ass anymore by that time."
"I may not want to screw your wrinkly ass either, baby... And you never know, I may be one hell of a handsome old man. Ya know, like Cary Grant."
"You already look old with your hair that way..." Ricky murmured running his hands over Flair's long fluffy whitish hair.
"Can't help it-- It's my natural color."
Ricky rolled his eyes, kissing Ric before he had a chance to say anything else. He roamed over the other man's chest, fingers pricking at his nipples, traveling down his abs. He worked off Ric's belt, his pants, and his underwear. Ricky's hands slipped up Ric's ass, cupping the firm flesh tightly.
"Enjoying yourself?" Ric whispered huskily in the Hawaiian's ear. "You like being on top don't ya?"
"Every once in awhile..." Ricky murmured pushing Flair back to the mattress, with a calcuating look on his face. His eyes raked over Ric's hot form, muscles tight and so nicely pronounced, his platinum hair fanned out around his face and shoulders. He crawled between Flair's muscular legs, running his palms down the backs of his thighs. "Like right now..."
"Baby, wait. I like it on my hands and knees, remember? Nature style."
"Okay Nature Boy, on your hands and knees." Ricky tugged on the leash, bringing him up to a sitting position.
"Nature Boy... Ya know I kinda like that. It's suiting. Call me that from now own." Ric rolled over, lifting his ass in the air.
"Ric, you honestly want me to call you Nature Boy?" Ricky said sitting back on his haunches in disbelief. Ric was so absurd sometimes... And it was something that Ricky just adored about him.
"Yes, now will you just fuck me already?!"
Ricky sat down on the side of the bed, pinching one of Ric's cheeks. "You know what? I'm never on top... So I'm gonna make you suffer a little."
Ric was about to argue, but was yanked harshly over to Ricky. He was helped onto the other man's lap, drapped horizontally. "Hey, you're not going to..."He was answered by Ricky's stinging slap answered him, redding his flesh a little. Ric arched upwards in surprise. It was going to be a long, long night...
~
Ric moaned into the pillows. Everything was sore. He was also pretty sure he was still some what hard. Ricky had fallen asleep on him, one leg draped over Flair's waist, an arm around his shoulders. He turned his head to the side, looking at Ricky's peaceful face, his dark hair all mussed... He chuckled softly, kissing him softly on the forhead.
"L-Love you, Ric.." He mumbled softly in a dreamy like tone.
Ric's eyes widdened. "Ricky, wake up!" He said shaking his lover.
"Mmph... What Nature Boy... I'm tired..." Ricky asked rubbing his eyes.
"You just said you loved me!"
Ricky scuttled backward with a renewed energy. "Whaaat! I did no such thing!" His cheeks were blushing hotly as he tried despratly not to meet his eyes.
"Yes you did Steamboat! You said you loved me, damn it!"
An uncomfortable silence passed over both of them. Neither man spoke, just continued to blush more and more until even with Ricky's dark complextion, they were both red in the face.
"...Okay, so I love you! I'm sorry Ric! I really am! ...I'll get going."
Ric fumbled with the sheets a little. "No Ricky, don't. Stay." He whispered grabbing his wrist. "We need to talk..."
Ricky sat down on the mattress, looking at the floor. "Talkin's bad..."
"No, in this case it's not. See... um... Ricky... Iloveyoutoo." He mumbled fidgiting a little more, looking up at the ceiling of their miserable hotel room.
"I'm so sorry Ric, I was just planning on keeping it inside, I- Wait... You love me too? Did you just say you loved me Ric?"
"Well..." Ric stammered.
"Ric..."
"Um..."
"You said it..." Ricky grinned.
"...Yeah... So?! Okay, we love each other. Do you realise how bad that is?! We'll be kicked out of any fed that hires us for being a couple of fruits!"
Ricky frowned hugging tightly to Ric. "No, it's a good thing! I love you Ric, ever since I met you when we started training... If anything bad happens, so what! We have each other. We'll just lie if anyone asks us."
"I don't want to lie, Ricky." Ric muttered but then brightened up. "I KNOW! I know what we can do!"
Ricky blinked at him startled by the sudden outburst. "...What?"
"We're in Vegas right?"
"Last time I checked yeah..." Ricky said glancing out the window at the many neon lights coming from the strip.
"Let's get married then!"
To be concluded in Part Two
Part 1: Las Vegas Fever
Rating: R
Genre: Humor/Angst
Pairing: Ricky Steamboat/Ric Flair , HBK/HHH
Summary: History repeats it's self in Hunter and Shawn
~
January, 2004
"Fuck off Hunter! I'm tired of your shit! You don't care about me anymore, not like you used to anyway. Don't call me, don't talk to me, I don't exist to you unless we're on the show together..." Shawn hissed slamming the door to the Evolution dressing room in the face of Hunter.
"You know what Shawn? FUCK YOU TOO! I don't need you anymore! I've got loads of groupies and ring rats throwing them at my feet that are much sexier and much more willing to go then you'll ever be! I'm making movies now, I'm going to be so huge that you'll be just a speck of shit to me when I finally get around to noticing you again." Hunter roared kicking a sizable hole in the wall, breathing heavily as he attempted to calm himself down. He turned around, his eyebrows raising slightly when he saw the silloute of Flair outlined by the dim light of the bathroom.
"Was that really necessary Hunter?"
"He deserved it." Hunter snorted sitting down on the couch running a hand through his blonde hair. "Don't know what I saw in that little bastard..."
Ric sat across from the larger man, a serious look in his normally light hearted, happy eyes. It was unnerving. "Hunter, don't make this mistake. Don't let Shawn get away."
Hunter scoffed. "I don't need him Ric."
Ric reached over and grabbed Hunter by the front of his leather jacket. "Now listen here, dill weasel... That's the best thing that's ever going to happen to you. Your best friend, your lover. Who was there when you tore open your quad? Shawn. Who was waiting for you after every match good or bad? Shawn. Who took a chance on you when you were first starting out?"
"Yeah yeah yeah, Shawn. I know."
"I know you know! But do you understand? I really doubt that Hunt. I made your mistake once. And I regret it to this day."
"What did you do Ric?"" Hunter asked with a sigh. He was interested-- Ric had some damn good stories to tell.
"Remember Steamboat?"
"Stupid question, Naitch."
"Good, good. And don't get smart with me." Ric warned as he grabbed a bottle of water. This was going to take a little while. "It happened way back, in 1971...It started in Vegas, fitting that it would end in Vegas too. We were 18 at the time, and just getting recognized for our talents by several feds. Everything in our future was riding on the one chance we had for making it big..."
Las Vegas - June 14, 1971
"Hey, no Magnums, Riccy! They're gross. Only thing they're good for his getting the other the guy covered in champaign!" Ricky said laughing taking bottle of rapidly foaming champaign from the platinum haired man. He sat it down on the table as they walked into their cheap hotel room.
"Maybe I like ya covered in champaign, Ricky- And for the love of god, stop calling ME Riccy. Get's me confused." Ric grinned knocking heads with Ricky.
"Okay, okay. I'll come up with a new name for you. I'm good at that, don't you think?" Ricky smirked brushing his shoulder length dark hair off of his shoulders a little.
"Baby, you're good at alot of things." Ric smiled nipping at his ear lobe a little.
Ricky smirked then pushed him away playfully. "So... whose... ya know.. tonight?"
Ric wrapped his arms around Ricky's waist, pulling him close. "I think you know the answer to that baby." He said and pulled the other man over to the bed, pushing him down. "I got a surprise for you..." Ric got up, walking over to the suitcase. He pulled out a chain and a leash, swinging it playfully.
Ricky sat up and grabbed the other man by the wrist, wrestling him down to the mattress. "Nuh uh Flair. It's MY turn tonight..." The oriental looking man smiled mischievously. "So put it on like a good pup."
Flair grinned putting on the collar. "Sure thing..." Sure, Ric loved being on top, feeling that hot body of his lover buckle and twist and writhe with the pleasure that he brought on to him. But every once in awhile he let Ricky on top...
"God, a collar Ric? You really like kink, don't ya..." Ricky asked as he toyed with the leash giving it a tug telling Ric to come.
"Yeah, well I like gettin' wild. You should know that."
Ricky swatted at his buttocks, a playful little expression on his face. "I know... Believe me I know, after countless nights of playing around with Ric Flair's massive sex toy collection..."
"By time we're in our fifties, that thing'll be huge." Ric pointed out helping Ricky out of his clothes.
"If we're still having sex then, Ric. I may not want your wrinkled dick up my ass anymore by that time."
"I may not want to screw your wrinkly ass either, baby... And you never know, I may be one hell of a handsome old man. Ya know, like Cary Grant."
"You already look old with your hair that way..." Ricky murmured running his hands over Flair's long fluffy whitish hair.
"Can't help it-- It's my natural color."
Ricky rolled his eyes, kissing Ric before he had a chance to say anything else. He roamed over the other man's chest, fingers pricking at his nipples, traveling down his abs. He worked off Ric's belt, his pants, and his underwear. Ricky's hands slipped up Ric's ass, cupping the firm flesh tightly.
"Enjoying yourself?" Ric whispered huskily in the Hawaiian's ear. "You like being on top don't ya?"
"Every once in awhile..." Ricky murmured pushing Flair back to the mattress, with a calcuating look on his face. His eyes raked over Ric's hot form, muscles tight and so nicely pronounced, his platinum hair fanned out around his face and shoulders. He crawled between Flair's muscular legs, running his palms down the backs of his thighs. "Like right now..."
"Baby, wait. I like it on my hands and knees, remember? Nature style."
"Okay Nature Boy, on your hands and knees." Ricky tugged on the leash, bringing him up to a sitting position.
"Nature Boy... Ya know I kinda like that. It's suiting. Call me that from now own." Ric rolled over, lifting his ass in the air.
"Ric, you honestly want me to call you Nature Boy?" Ricky said sitting back on his haunches in disbelief. Ric was so absurd sometimes... And it was something that Ricky just adored about him.
"Yes, now will you just fuck me already?!"
Ricky sat down on the side of the bed, pinching one of Ric's cheeks. "You know what? I'm never on top... So I'm gonna make you suffer a little."
Ric was about to argue, but was yanked harshly over to Ricky. He was helped onto the other man's lap, drapped horizontally. "Hey, you're not going to..."He was answered by Ricky's stinging slap answered him, redding his flesh a little. Ric arched upwards in surprise. It was going to be a long, long night...
~
Ric moaned into the pillows. Everything was sore. He was also pretty sure he was still some what hard. Ricky had fallen asleep on him, one leg draped over Flair's waist, an arm around his shoulders. He turned his head to the side, looking at Ricky's peaceful face, his dark hair all mussed... He chuckled softly, kissing him softly on the forhead.
"L-Love you, Ric.." He mumbled softly in a dreamy like tone.
Ric's eyes widdened. "Ricky, wake up!" He said shaking his lover.
"Mmph... What Nature Boy... I'm tired..." Ricky asked rubbing his eyes.
"You just said you loved me!"
Ricky scuttled backward with a renewed energy. "Whaaat! I did no such thing!" His cheeks were blushing hotly as he tried despratly not to meet his eyes.
"Yes you did Steamboat! You said you loved me, damn it!"
An uncomfortable silence passed over both of them. Neither man spoke, just continued to blush more and more until even with Ricky's dark complextion, they were both red in the face.
"...Okay, so I love you! I'm sorry Ric! I really am! ...I'll get going."
Ric fumbled with the sheets a little. "No Ricky, don't. Stay." He whispered grabbing his wrist. "We need to talk..."
Ricky sat down on the mattress, looking at the floor. "Talkin's bad..."
"No, in this case it's not. See... um... Ricky... Iloveyoutoo." He mumbled fidgiting a little more, looking up at the ceiling of their miserable hotel room.
"I'm so sorry Ric, I was just planning on keeping it inside, I- Wait... You love me too? Did you just say you loved me Ric?"
"Well..." Ric stammered.
"Ric..."
"Um..."
"You said it..." Ricky grinned.
"...Yeah... So?! Okay, we love each other. Do you realise how bad that is?! We'll be kicked out of any fed that hires us for being a couple of fruits!"
Ricky frowned hugging tightly to Ric. "No, it's a good thing! I love you Ric, ever since I met you when we started training... If anything bad happens, so what! We have each other. We'll just lie if anyone asks us."
"I don't want to lie, Ricky." Ric muttered but then brightened up. "I KNOW! I know what we can do!"
Ricky blinked at him startled by the sudden outburst. "...What?"
"We're in Vegas right?"
"Last time I checked yeah..." Ricky said glancing out the window at the many neon lights coming from the strip.
"Let's get married then!"
To be concluded in Part Two