1971
Part 5: Grossly Mistaken
Rating: R for language
Genre: Humor/Angst
Pairing: Ricky Steamboat/Ric Flair , HBK/HHH
Summary: History repeats it's self in Hunter and Shawn
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"Honestly Flair! I can't believe you... Shawn's old enough to be your son!" Ricky hissed throwing another glass- this time with wine- in his face.
Ric grabbed a napkin and whiped his face with it. "What... What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Shawn Michaels got fired today. Sounds kind of suspicious hmm? This is a typical Ric Flair tatic I know all too well. Prey on the weak..."
"Look Blood, I have no idea what you're talking about. I worked the show then came here to meet Hunter. If there was anything 'suspicious' then I wasn't a part of it. You may want to have a word with Hunter though. Conisdering that does sound like something I'd do, and he's interested in studying my tatics... And if Vince did fire Shawn, he must have gotten over it pretty quickly seeing as how Hunter and him were having a whole lot of fun in his hummer..."
"You mean..."
"It wasn't me, it was Hunter."
Ricky blushed in his humilation. "Oh. Gee... Ric..." He started playing with the collar of Ric's ruined armoni suit. "This is a... a... nice suit you've got here..."
"It WAS a nice suit. Wow Ricky, I should have thought worse of you. I didn't know that you could be so juvinelle."
"I'm so sorry..."
"You should be Ricky, you really should."
"Ric..." Chris purred latching onto his arm as he slauntered up behind him. "Hunter's gone... Can we continue were we left off, hm? Oh! Ricky Steamboat!! Wow, what are you doing here?"
"Chris, um... Why don't you let go of me, and buy yourself something..." Ric suggested forking over a few hundred dollar bills to the younger blonde.
"Okay! Thank you..." Chris smiled kissing him on the cheek before leaving the bar.
"Now... Ricky... Before you jump to anything... Wait a second, here let me do that for you." Ric took the next glass Ricky had prepared to throw and dumped it on his own head.
"How... dare... you... HE'S NEARLY HALF YOUR-"
"Age, you old pervert. I know I know." Ric finished. "Can you believe its been almost twenty something years since we've been romantically envolved and we STILL can finish each other's sentences?"
Ricky sat down on a stool and shook his head at Ric. "I can't believe you sometimes."
"I'm pretty unbelievable, baby. Nothings changed, really."
"I'm noticing."
"Let me buy a drink- just don't throw it on me again alright?"
Ricky nodded. "Okay, I won't."
"Two long island ice teas, please."
"You remembered my favorite drink.." Ricky said as he took the glass.
"Of course I did. It's mine too. Well, next to-"
"Southern Comfort?"
Ric smiled a little and took a sip. "Yeah."
The two sat in quiet at the bar, slowly sipping away at their drinks. They glanced back and forth to each other on occasion.
"It's nice to see you again, Ricky." Ric said sliding his empty glass over. "You look good, very healthy... Better than the last time I saw you."
"Thanks... I guess I was hoping to get in shape for one last match." Ricky blushed and edged his own empty glass away.
Ric flagged down the bartender again for two more ice teas. "Oh really? With who?"
"Who do you think?" He asked softly laying his hand on Ric's.
"I'd be honored." Ric said quietly laying his own hand on top of his and squeezed. "Hey... You've still got my ring. I thought you might've gotten rid of it or something after what happened."
"Never. It reminds me of one of the best times in my whole life."
Ric blushed and returned to his drink.
"Why Ric Flair, are you blushing?" Ricky teased leaning on Ric a little.
"Must be the alcohol."
"Mmmmhmmmmmm...." Ricky smirked. "I think it's me."
"Maybe it is." He whispered grabbing Ricky in a kiss. "I missed you... Oh god, how I have missed you. I was so stupid to let you get away..."
Ricky moaned into Ric's neck. "I was stupid to get away."
"We're just a couple of old fools,aren't we?"
"The biggest."
Ric grabbed him by the wrist, pulling Ricky out of the bar. "Let's get out of here, hmm? I've got a nice suite upstairs where we can catch up on things..."
"We're not going to be doing much catching up on things are we?"
Ric grinned and opened the elevator for them. "What do you think?"
Ricky smiled throwing his arms around his neck. "I'm thinking what you are... But I'm not a young, hot blonde..." He grinned back pressing his lips to Ric's.
The kiss began to escalate, Ricky's hands ripping Ric's shirt open. Buttons flew every where clattering loudly against the metal in the elevator. "Frankly my dear, I don't care." Ric growled against Ricky's lips.
The elevator stopped on the ninth floor, the doors opening slowly. Randy Orton came in and instantly gagged. "Oh come on! Get a room will ya?!"
"Why don't you just get a new elevator?" Ric asked in a snide tone as he broke the kiss with Ricky to glare at another one of his young wards.
"Oh shit! Sorry Ric, I didn't know it was you! ...Hey! Ricky Steamboat! You're one of the biggest legends in this company! Would you let me legend kill you on Raw next week?"
"Randy..." Ric warned shaking his head.
"Can you picture it? Randy Orton RKOs Ricky 'the Dragon' Steamboat live on Raw!"
Ricky gritted his teeth a little. "No, I can't picture it."
"Say, what are you two doing here carrying on like this anyway?"
Both of them sighed and walked over to Randy.
"He-Hey guys what are you doing...?"
Ricky and Ric grabbed him by the arms and threw him right back into the hallway. Ric hit the 'close door' button quickly. "Alright, now where were we?"
"I believe we were doing something a long the lines of this..." Ricky pushed Ric against the wall of the elevator and started to kiss him again.
Several Hours later~
"Happy anniversary, baby." Ric said as he kissed the side of Ricky's head.
"Mm. Happy anniversary..."
"Do you still have our license?"
Ricky got out of the bed and went over to his disguarded clothing to pull out an old leather wallet. He climbed up next to Ric. "Yep... Here we are. I've never taken it out of this wallet." He gave the yellowed slip of paper to Ric, shutting his eyes and resting his head on his shoulder.
"The state of Nevada and the Little White Chapel hereby recognizes the marriage of Ric Flair and Ricky Steamboat on the date of January tenth ninteen hundred and seventy one. The priest- Oh shit.... Oh shit!!"
Ricky sat up giving him a perplexed look. "Ric, what's wrong?"
"We never got this signed, Ricky. Offically..."
"...We never got married at all..." Ricky whispered as tears began to roll down his face. "Ric..."
"Shh. Don't cry." Ric murmured kissing his forhead gently. "I've got an idea."
~
The phone rang out in Hunter's room that next morning. Shawn gropped the side table drawer for the telephone. "Mph. Hello...?"
"Good morning!"
"Ric..." Shawn moaned loudly into the pillow. "It's like... Seven in the morning... How can you sound so happy?"
"I did what you did last night with Hunter, in short."
Shawn sat up a little glancing to the sleeping form of Hunter beside him. He smiled and ran his hands through the blonde hair of his lover, getting a purr from him. "Congrats to you and Chris."
"It wasn't with Chris."
"Oh realllllly? Then who with? ... Spike Dudly?"
"No..."
"Christian?"
"Nope."
"Rob?"
"God, do you think I have no taste at all?!"
Shawn grinned to himself. "why don't you just tell me then?"
"Ricky Steamboat."
"You reconciled?! That's great! Man, when Ricky came in to visit me that night he was upset about how your relationship ended- Hehe, Hunter stop! That tickles..."
Ric cuddled up against Ricky touching his face gently.
"Hunter's up?"
"Yes, and he's licking my neck! Owch! No teeth! Ow ow ow..."
"Give me the phone, Shawn." Hunter growled by the reciever so Ric could hear. Shawn handed the phone over to him, rolling over to the other side to give him room. "Good morning, Ric."
"Hello Hunter. I wanted to ask you to meet me in the cafe downstairs for coffee. "I want to finish up that story I was telling you about."
"Do tell..." Hunter said watching Shawn with interest as the slightly older man crept between his legs. Shawn grabbed the base of his cock, licking the head of it gently. "Shawn, I'm on the phone-!"
"Do you want me to stop?" Shawn cooed looking up to Hunter.
"... Ric, I'll meet you down in the cafe in an hour." Hunter grabbed the back of Shawn's head forcing his mouth down on his length.
"Alright. Have fun."
One hour later~
Hunter walked into the cafe with Shawn trailing behind him. He had a hold of his leash but kept a good portion of it hidden from public view. He saw Ric sitting off to the side in the back of the cafe, heading off to go sit with him.
Ric gave Shawn a surprised look as he sat down. "Hey Shawn- Didn't expect to see you here."
"I know. I wanted to hear the end."
"...Is that a collar and leash?" Ric asked eyeing Shawn's neck.
"Um... It's all the rage." Shawn said blushing a little.
Ric decided against saying anything else at that moment. He took a couple of sips out of his latte and took a deep breath. "I've got to catch a plane in a few hours- So I'll make this quick... Our relationship got really rough around our fifth year anniversary..."
To be concluded in Part 6: The Final Chapter
Part 5: Grossly Mistaken
Rating: R for language
Genre: Humor/Angst
Pairing: Ricky Steamboat/Ric Flair , HBK/HHH
Summary: History repeats it's self in Hunter and Shawn
~
"Honestly Flair! I can't believe you... Shawn's old enough to be your son!" Ricky hissed throwing another glass- this time with wine- in his face.
Ric grabbed a napkin and whiped his face with it. "What... What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Shawn Michaels got fired today. Sounds kind of suspicious hmm? This is a typical Ric Flair tatic I know all too well. Prey on the weak..."
"Look Blood, I have no idea what you're talking about. I worked the show then came here to meet Hunter. If there was anything 'suspicious' then I wasn't a part of it. You may want to have a word with Hunter though. Conisdering that does sound like something I'd do, and he's interested in studying my tatics... And if Vince did fire Shawn, he must have gotten over it pretty quickly seeing as how Hunter and him were having a whole lot of fun in his hummer..."
"You mean..."
"It wasn't me, it was Hunter."
Ricky blushed in his humilation. "Oh. Gee... Ric..." He started playing with the collar of Ric's ruined armoni suit. "This is a... a... nice suit you've got here..."
"It WAS a nice suit. Wow Ricky, I should have thought worse of you. I didn't know that you could be so juvinelle."
"I'm so sorry..."
"You should be Ricky, you really should."
"Ric..." Chris purred latching onto his arm as he slauntered up behind him. "Hunter's gone... Can we continue were we left off, hm? Oh! Ricky Steamboat!! Wow, what are you doing here?"
"Chris, um... Why don't you let go of me, and buy yourself something..." Ric suggested forking over a few hundred dollar bills to the younger blonde.
"Okay! Thank you..." Chris smiled kissing him on the cheek before leaving the bar.
"Now... Ricky... Before you jump to anything... Wait a second, here let me do that for you." Ric took the next glass Ricky had prepared to throw and dumped it on his own head.
"How... dare... you... HE'S NEARLY HALF YOUR-"
"Age, you old pervert. I know I know." Ric finished. "Can you believe its been almost twenty something years since we've been romantically envolved and we STILL can finish each other's sentences?"
Ricky sat down on a stool and shook his head at Ric. "I can't believe you sometimes."
"I'm pretty unbelievable, baby. Nothings changed, really."
"I'm noticing."
"Let me buy a drink- just don't throw it on me again alright?"
Ricky nodded. "Okay, I won't."
"Two long island ice teas, please."
"You remembered my favorite drink.." Ricky said as he took the glass.
"Of course I did. It's mine too. Well, next to-"
"Southern Comfort?"
Ric smiled a little and took a sip. "Yeah."
The two sat in quiet at the bar, slowly sipping away at their drinks. They glanced back and forth to each other on occasion.
"It's nice to see you again, Ricky." Ric said sliding his empty glass over. "You look good, very healthy... Better than the last time I saw you."
"Thanks... I guess I was hoping to get in shape for one last match." Ricky blushed and edged his own empty glass away.
Ric flagged down the bartender again for two more ice teas. "Oh really? With who?"
"Who do you think?" He asked softly laying his hand on Ric's.
"I'd be honored." Ric said quietly laying his own hand on top of his and squeezed. "Hey... You've still got my ring. I thought you might've gotten rid of it or something after what happened."
"Never. It reminds me of one of the best times in my whole life."
Ric blushed and returned to his drink.
"Why Ric Flair, are you blushing?" Ricky teased leaning on Ric a little.
"Must be the alcohol."
"Mmmmhmmmmmm...." Ricky smirked. "I think it's me."
"Maybe it is." He whispered grabbing Ricky in a kiss. "I missed you... Oh god, how I have missed you. I was so stupid to let you get away..."
Ricky moaned into Ric's neck. "I was stupid to get away."
"We're just a couple of old fools,aren't we?"
"The biggest."
Ric grabbed him by the wrist, pulling Ricky out of the bar. "Let's get out of here, hmm? I've got a nice suite upstairs where we can catch up on things..."
"We're not going to be doing much catching up on things are we?"
Ric grinned and opened the elevator for them. "What do you think?"
Ricky smiled throwing his arms around his neck. "I'm thinking what you are... But I'm not a young, hot blonde..." He grinned back pressing his lips to Ric's.
The kiss began to escalate, Ricky's hands ripping Ric's shirt open. Buttons flew every where clattering loudly against the metal in the elevator. "Frankly my dear, I don't care." Ric growled against Ricky's lips.
The elevator stopped on the ninth floor, the doors opening slowly. Randy Orton came in and instantly gagged. "Oh come on! Get a room will ya?!"
"Why don't you just get a new elevator?" Ric asked in a snide tone as he broke the kiss with Ricky to glare at another one of his young wards.
"Oh shit! Sorry Ric, I didn't know it was you! ...Hey! Ricky Steamboat! You're one of the biggest legends in this company! Would you let me legend kill you on Raw next week?"
"Randy..." Ric warned shaking his head.
"Can you picture it? Randy Orton RKOs Ricky 'the Dragon' Steamboat live on Raw!"
Ricky gritted his teeth a little. "No, I can't picture it."
"Say, what are you two doing here carrying on like this anyway?"
Both of them sighed and walked over to Randy.
"He-Hey guys what are you doing...?"
Ricky and Ric grabbed him by the arms and threw him right back into the hallway. Ric hit the 'close door' button quickly. "Alright, now where were we?"
"I believe we were doing something a long the lines of this..." Ricky pushed Ric against the wall of the elevator and started to kiss him again.
Several Hours later~
"Happy anniversary, baby." Ric said as he kissed the side of Ricky's head.
"Mm. Happy anniversary..."
"Do you still have our license?"
Ricky got out of the bed and went over to his disguarded clothing to pull out an old leather wallet. He climbed up next to Ric. "Yep... Here we are. I've never taken it out of this wallet." He gave the yellowed slip of paper to Ric, shutting his eyes and resting his head on his shoulder.
"The state of Nevada and the Little White Chapel hereby recognizes the marriage of Ric Flair and Ricky Steamboat on the date of January tenth ninteen hundred and seventy one. The priest- Oh shit.... Oh shit!!"
Ricky sat up giving him a perplexed look. "Ric, what's wrong?"
"We never got this signed, Ricky. Offically..."
"...We never got married at all..." Ricky whispered as tears began to roll down his face. "Ric..."
"Shh. Don't cry." Ric murmured kissing his forhead gently. "I've got an idea."
~
The phone rang out in Hunter's room that next morning. Shawn gropped the side table drawer for the telephone. "Mph. Hello...?"
"Good morning!"
"Ric..." Shawn moaned loudly into the pillow. "It's like... Seven in the morning... How can you sound so happy?"
"I did what you did last night with Hunter, in short."
Shawn sat up a little glancing to the sleeping form of Hunter beside him. He smiled and ran his hands through the blonde hair of his lover, getting a purr from him. "Congrats to you and Chris."
"It wasn't with Chris."
"Oh realllllly? Then who with? ... Spike Dudly?"
"No..."
"Christian?"
"Nope."
"Rob?"
"God, do you think I have no taste at all?!"
Shawn grinned to himself. "why don't you just tell me then?"
"Ricky Steamboat."
"You reconciled?! That's great! Man, when Ricky came in to visit me that night he was upset about how your relationship ended- Hehe, Hunter stop! That tickles..."
Ric cuddled up against Ricky touching his face gently.
"Hunter's up?"
"Yes, and he's licking my neck! Owch! No teeth! Ow ow ow..."
"Give me the phone, Shawn." Hunter growled by the reciever so Ric could hear. Shawn handed the phone over to him, rolling over to the other side to give him room. "Good morning, Ric."
"Hello Hunter. I wanted to ask you to meet me in the cafe downstairs for coffee. "I want to finish up that story I was telling you about."
"Do tell..." Hunter said watching Shawn with interest as the slightly older man crept between his legs. Shawn grabbed the base of his cock, licking the head of it gently. "Shawn, I'm on the phone-!"
"Do you want me to stop?" Shawn cooed looking up to Hunter.
"... Ric, I'll meet you down in the cafe in an hour." Hunter grabbed the back of Shawn's head forcing his mouth down on his length.
"Alright. Have fun."
One hour later~
Hunter walked into the cafe with Shawn trailing behind him. He had a hold of his leash but kept a good portion of it hidden from public view. He saw Ric sitting off to the side in the back of the cafe, heading off to go sit with him.
Ric gave Shawn a surprised look as he sat down. "Hey Shawn- Didn't expect to see you here."
"I know. I wanted to hear the end."
"...Is that a collar and leash?" Ric asked eyeing Shawn's neck.
"Um... It's all the rage." Shawn said blushing a little.
Ric decided against saying anything else at that moment. He took a couple of sips out of his latte and took a deep breath. "I've got to catch a plane in a few hours- So I'll make this quick... Our relationship got really rough around our fifth year anniversary..."
To be concluded in Part 6: The Final Chapter