1971
Part 7: Risen from the Ash, the Start of a New Day Begins
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor/Angst
Pairing: Ricky Steamboat/Ric Flair , HBK/HHH
Summary: History repeats it's self in Hunter and Shawn
AN: Well... here it is. The very last part of 1971. So ends a good fic- so I can begin another Thank you all for reading and sticking with me :-D
1985-
Five years had passed since Ricky's retirement. Much to Ric's dismay, his husband and thrown himself completely into his acting career. He'd lock himself up in his study and spend hours reading and practicing. Sure, Ric was happy for him. He was very proud infact. But he would only see him for dinner, and when ever he would come to bed.
He wasn't allowed to go visit him at the studio. Apparently Ric's reputation with Ricky had spread the other studios. He took out a ball that he kept in the bedside drawer and began to toss it up and down to keep himself amused while he waited.
Ricky crawled into bed a half an hour later. He turned his back to Ric not wanting to face his husband for fear he would snap- He was busy with a difficult script that he couldn't seem to commit to memory. It was frustrating and he didn't want to take it out on Ric. Sure enough, he found Ric's arm wrapping around his waist. He stiffened up a little, but soon found himself relaxing against Ric's chest. "I miss you." He finally said.
"I miss you too, baby. I need to see you more than I do. Can I see you tomorrow, or are you too busy?"
"I can see you." He said softly. "How about lunch?"
"Okay. Noon?" Ric asked.
"Sounds good. I'll meet you by the gates..."
Ric sat on the hood of his candy apple red convertible as he waited for that familar mop of black hair. He glanced at his watch with a sigh- 5 minutes late. Then 10. Another 15 had passed... Soon enough Ricky was two hours late, and Ric was two hours hungrier.
'I've had just about enough of them stealing my husband.' He thought bitterly. He banged on the gate loudly. "HEY! YOU IN THERE! SOMEONE LET ME IN HERE!"
A guard walked to the gates staring at Ric. "What do you want?"
"I'm here to see Ricky Steamboat." Ric said as he gritted his teeth a little.
"Who?"
"Ricky Blood! He could be calling himself Micky Fuckin' Mouse for all I care, but you bozos have my damn husband in there and I have every right to see him!"
"Ohh... I see. You've got a family member in there that they've kidnapped."
Ric lashed out through the bars in an attempt to throttle the guard. "YES! Now are you going to let me in or do I have to climb the fence myself?!"
"Alrighty, I'll let you in. If you autograph this here hat for my kid that is."
Ric walked in and whipped out the pen. "Sure thing pal! Anything for what you're doing for me."
"Blood! What the hell are you doing?! You're not going anywhere if you don't start picking up these lines better! God, I'm beginning to think you're just a waste of time, Ricky."
Ricky looked up at the director from the chair as he rubbed his blood shot eyes. "I'm sorry, I've really been trying hard..."
"Well it sure doesn't seem like it Ricky. This movie could make or break you, and considering you're about as amateurish as you can get you need this. Maybe you need to spend more time learning lines than you do with that loud mouth southerner of a husband."
"And you know what you need you two bit hack of a director...? You need to go out and lie down beneath "
The director turned to face a very angry Ric Flair."What the hell are you doing here?! This is a closed set!"
"And that's my husband. You should also know that there are certain labor laws regulating this business too. As in everyone gets a lunch break you scum bag..."
"Ric!"
"Hey baby." Ric grinned swooping up Ricky over his shoulder. "It's a little late for lunch, but we can make an early dinner."
"Do you think they'll get mad at me?"
"Nah, they'll just take away my gate privalages." Ric said as he pulled the sheets up around them.
"Do you think I should have went back?"
"Nope. Ricky, I'm leaving for England tomorrow on the European tour for the next three months! I won't be able to see you... One night of passion before I go was all I asked."
"Well, you got it." Ricky grinned throwing an arm around Ric's chest. "I love you."
"I love you too- Just wish you could go with me..."
"I know, me too. But I'm right in the middle of this movie."
"It's okay, baby. I understand..."
One week had gone by since Ric had left. Ricky was incredibly lonely- but there was no more distracting husbands around to keep his mind off his lines. But they still wouldn't stick in his mind. With a frustrated sigh he laid his head down on the script.
A knock came to his dressing room door- making him sit up. "Um.. Come in, the door's open."
In walked Ricky's co-star Jhon Matnier. He was everything Ric wasn't physically- While Ric was on the short side, had long platinum hair, and was (from what Ricky assumed, anyway) northern european ancestry- Jhon Matnier was tall, lean, and distinctively french. Personality wise however... There was absolutely no difference. "E'llo Ricky... I noticed you were having problems with the lines today..."
"Yes, I was. I guess I'm just having problems with Ric being away. Usually I go on tour with him. But I thought with him gone, I'd be able to concentrate."
"Ah that great buffoon of an American- the wrestler correct? He doesn't know what it's like to be a proper actor." Jhon sniffed. "It's so good that you quit that business. You were wasting away in there!"
"Jhon, please. Don't talk about my husband that way." Ricky growled softly. "I've got to finish this- I'd like it if you'd leave."
"Oh please, Ricky! Let me stay an' help you! I don't like seeing you frustrated- especially since I know what a good actor you will one day become!"
"Alright. I'll let you help me." Ricky muttered letting Jhon sit down. "It's the last scene. It's just that the lines are so cheesy- I can't say them with out laughing."
"An' what is so cheesy about doing a love scene with me?!"
How about your breath for one thing? Ricky thought, thinking about how much that reminded him of Ric. He laughed at that- all those years of being together finally had rubbed off on him. "Nothing, Jhon." He said trying hard not to laugh. "But I would never say these things when I'm with my husband. Usually it's 'OH GOD MORE! MOOOORE!' not 'Oh- I can not believe the sensations I feel inside! How incredulous!' Who says that, really?! Especially when you're having sex! Who can think like that?!"
"Well I can..."
"Some how, I'm not surprised." Ricky said under his breath.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing!"
-
Three weeks more had passed by. Ricky had been forced to suffer through long hours of Jhon's 'help'- but as much as he hated to admit it, he had improved a good deal. And... he was beginning to -like- Jhon. Maybe it was because he was lonely. Or because of Jhon's experiance. Whatever the case- he didn't like what was transpiring. It made him nervous.
"What do you think your husband is doing?" Jhon asked as he watched Ricky put on a pot of coffee.
"Hm. If I know Ric... He's just getting out of bed now- probably grumbling about toffee flavored scnopps... He loves that a little too much, but everyone has things they favor more than others..." Ricky said thoughtfully, imagining Ric stumbling around aimlessly in search of relief for his hangover.
"I like kona blend... but then again... I like everything that comes from Hawaii." He said stepping behind Ricky. Jhon pressed himself against his back. "Mm. You smell so sweet."
"Jhon, get off me." Ricky warned. "Or I'll make sure not to miss when I cut IT off."
"Ricky, you'd never do that. You're a sweet man. A loving man. An under apperciated man. You've become a butterfly Ricky- shedding your shell of low brow entertainment to become part of a more higher class... You're not one of them, anymore. You're one of us. Think about it."
-
Ricky did think about it. He loved wrestling... He loved Ric... But... He WASN'T part of that life anymore. He had to move on. But he didn't want to let go of it. Especially if that meant letting go of Ric too.
Sometimes though... It felt like Ric didn't understand that he had changed. He couldn't go out to the gym with him and the guys anymore. He had to stay home and memorize. It was important for him not to miss rehersals- but Ric always insisted on him trying to do fruitless things like eat while he was in the middle of something.
He loved Ric- and he kept telling himself and Jhon that on a daily basis. But with Ric being away for so long.. He was beginning to forget the touch of Ric's hands, his lips, his kiss. Ric should be there to support him. He was there plenty of times to support him at ringside, but did the blonde ever come to a screen party, or anything for any of his movies? No.
Soon he found himself betraying everything he had vowed not to do. He broke his scarred trust that night in the bed he and Ric shared together with none other than Jhon. It was the start of something new- something Ricky thought he wanted. The life of an actor- not some low brow entertainer like Ric.
-
Three months later Ric had returned, looking forward to seeing Ricky above anything else. He wanted to hold his smaller lover in his arms and never let him go. He promised never to go on another one of those stupid tours again. He was expecting to see Ricky there- but the dark haired man was no where to be seen. That struck him as odd- and made him worry quite a bit. He hailed a taxi- figuring that Ricky must be at the studio.
And that's where he went. Of course he went through the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd degree at the gates before he was even allowed in. But once he was... He took off like a bullet for the set. "RICKY!" He called, looking for his husband. He spotted him over at the coffee maker with a few others. "Hey baby I was worr-" He started going to hug his lover.
"Don't, Richard."
Ric stopped dead- Ricky NEVER called him by his whole first name- unless he was in trouble. "Ricky... What's wrong?"
"You, Richard. I'm afraid our relationship is just going to have to go."
"...Wha... What..?" Ric stammered feeling his heart drop down inside his shoes. "Ricky please, this has to be a joke."
"No joke, Richard. I want you out of my life! Forever! You're only going to hold me down!! I don't want a man like you either. What actor has any relationship with a wrestler anyway? Here's my wedding band back." Ricky said cooly as he dropped the small gold band on the ground.
Ric fell to the ground as he nearly felt faint. He heard their laughter- their footsteps- and then nothing at all.
2004-
"And that's it. That's our story. Of course it ends happily now... But up untill yesterday night it was a real tragedy." Ric said and sighed.
"That... was so sad..." Shawn whispered looking back to Hunter.
"I'd never drop you baby." Hunter said firmly holding Shawn around the waist. "Oh Ric, I still have one question-"
"It'll have to wait, Hunt. I got a plane to catch." He grinned with a mischievious little glint in his eye.
-
A few hours later, Shawn lay in Hunter's arms, breathy and flushed. He groaned rubbing the small of his back. He didn't know why whips, chains, and clamps were so vital- but he didn't ask questions about it.
Hunter rubbed his shoulder a little. "Wanna watch some tv, Shawny-babe?"
"Mmmhmmm.."
Hunter grabbed the remote control as they both settled down together. He turned the tv on to a broadcast news program.
"And today we shall continue our coverage of the gay and lesbian weddings going on outside of the San Fransisco court house. It looks like one couple has just finished getting married! Excuse me, sir! Can we have a word, sir?"
Shawn nuzzled Hunter a little, sighing happily.
"This is so sweet... One day we'll have to go to San Fransisco to- RIC?!" Hunter began but his jaw nearly dropped out of his socket as the platinum blonde appeared on screen.
"Sure thing! Come on over here, Ricky." Ric motioned, wrapping his arms around the smaller man.
Ricky sighed softly and rolled his eyes, hiding his face in a huge bouquet of anthiriums he was holding. "Ric, please."
"Oh come on. Let the world see your pretty face." Ric coaxed trying to wrestle the flowers away. Ricky gave up after awhile, deciding that fighting against Flair was pointless.
"Happy?"
"Yes." Ric grinned then turned to face the interviewer again. "Now, what is it you wanted to ask me?"
"Oh uh.. How long have you been together?"
"33 years." Ric answered.
"Are you sure we should consider those years we spent apart in the eighties and nineties?"
"Did you love me during that time?"
"Well of course!" Ricky said agahast. "I may not have shown it openly, but I did!"
"Okay, then 33 years." Ric grinned. "Anything else?"
"How does it feel to be married after all these years?"
"Well-"
Ricky took the microphone away from Ric. "Let me answer this one, Naitch. I think there's only one word, and one word alone that sums it all up... And that's 'WOOOOOO!!!' "
Hunter blinked softly- mostly because he was in disbelief. He shook his head slowly and turned off the tv. "Well they had their happy ending..."
"Yeah." Shawn smiled. "Good night Hunter."
"Good night, my love." Hunter whispered into his soft hair. He listened to Shawn breathing as he slept, thinking about what he had been told in the past few days. He was happy for Ric... But one thing still bothered him.
What exactly DID Ric do to fufill his promise to Vince..?
Fin.
Part 7: Risen from the Ash, the Start of a New Day Begins
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor/Angst
Pairing: Ricky Steamboat/Ric Flair , HBK/HHH
Summary: History repeats it's self in Hunter and Shawn
AN: Well... here it is. The very last part of 1971. So ends a good fic- so I can begin another Thank you all for reading and sticking with me :-D
1985-
Five years had passed since Ricky's retirement. Much to Ric's dismay, his husband and thrown himself completely into his acting career. He'd lock himself up in his study and spend hours reading and practicing. Sure, Ric was happy for him. He was very proud infact. But he would only see him for dinner, and when ever he would come to bed.
He wasn't allowed to go visit him at the studio. Apparently Ric's reputation with Ricky had spread the other studios. He took out a ball that he kept in the bedside drawer and began to toss it up and down to keep himself amused while he waited.
Ricky crawled into bed a half an hour later. He turned his back to Ric not wanting to face his husband for fear he would snap- He was busy with a difficult script that he couldn't seem to commit to memory. It was frustrating and he didn't want to take it out on Ric. Sure enough, he found Ric's arm wrapping around his waist. He stiffened up a little, but soon found himself relaxing against Ric's chest. "I miss you." He finally said.
"I miss you too, baby. I need to see you more than I do. Can I see you tomorrow, or are you too busy?"
"I can see you." He said softly. "How about lunch?"
"Okay. Noon?" Ric asked.
"Sounds good. I'll meet you by the gates..."
Ric sat on the hood of his candy apple red convertible as he waited for that familar mop of black hair. He glanced at his watch with a sigh- 5 minutes late. Then 10. Another 15 had passed... Soon enough Ricky was two hours late, and Ric was two hours hungrier.
'I've had just about enough of them stealing my husband.' He thought bitterly. He banged on the gate loudly. "HEY! YOU IN THERE! SOMEONE LET ME IN HERE!"
A guard walked to the gates staring at Ric. "What do you want?"
"I'm here to see Ricky Steamboat." Ric said as he gritted his teeth a little.
"Who?"
"Ricky Blood! He could be calling himself Micky Fuckin' Mouse for all I care, but you bozos have my damn husband in there and I have every right to see him!"
"Ohh... I see. You've got a family member in there that they've kidnapped."
Ric lashed out through the bars in an attempt to throttle the guard. "YES! Now are you going to let me in or do I have to climb the fence myself?!"
"Alrighty, I'll let you in. If you autograph this here hat for my kid that is."
Ric walked in and whipped out the pen. "Sure thing pal! Anything for what you're doing for me."
"Blood! What the hell are you doing?! You're not going anywhere if you don't start picking up these lines better! God, I'm beginning to think you're just a waste of time, Ricky."
Ricky looked up at the director from the chair as he rubbed his blood shot eyes. "I'm sorry, I've really been trying hard..."
"Well it sure doesn't seem like it Ricky. This movie could make or break you, and considering you're about as amateurish as you can get you need this. Maybe you need to spend more time learning lines than you do with that loud mouth southerner of a husband."
"And you know what you need you two bit hack of a director...? You need to go out and lie down beneath "
The director turned to face a very angry Ric Flair."What the hell are you doing here?! This is a closed set!"
"And that's my husband. You should also know that there are certain labor laws regulating this business too. As in everyone gets a lunch break you scum bag..."
"Ric!"
"Hey baby." Ric grinned swooping up Ricky over his shoulder. "It's a little late for lunch, but we can make an early dinner."
"Do you think they'll get mad at me?"
"Nah, they'll just take away my gate privalages." Ric said as he pulled the sheets up around them.
"Do you think I should have went back?"
"Nope. Ricky, I'm leaving for England tomorrow on the European tour for the next three months! I won't be able to see you... One night of passion before I go was all I asked."
"Well, you got it." Ricky grinned throwing an arm around Ric's chest. "I love you."
"I love you too- Just wish you could go with me..."
"I know, me too. But I'm right in the middle of this movie."
"It's okay, baby. I understand..."
One week had gone by since Ric had left. Ricky was incredibly lonely- but there was no more distracting husbands around to keep his mind off his lines. But they still wouldn't stick in his mind. With a frustrated sigh he laid his head down on the script.
A knock came to his dressing room door- making him sit up. "Um.. Come in, the door's open."
In walked Ricky's co-star Jhon Matnier. He was everything Ric wasn't physically- While Ric was on the short side, had long platinum hair, and was (from what Ricky assumed, anyway) northern european ancestry- Jhon Matnier was tall, lean, and distinctively french. Personality wise however... There was absolutely no difference. "E'llo Ricky... I noticed you were having problems with the lines today..."
"Yes, I was. I guess I'm just having problems with Ric being away. Usually I go on tour with him. But I thought with him gone, I'd be able to concentrate."
"Ah that great buffoon of an American- the wrestler correct? He doesn't know what it's like to be a proper actor." Jhon sniffed. "It's so good that you quit that business. You were wasting away in there!"
"Jhon, please. Don't talk about my husband that way." Ricky growled softly. "I've got to finish this- I'd like it if you'd leave."
"Oh please, Ricky! Let me stay an' help you! I don't like seeing you frustrated- especially since I know what a good actor you will one day become!"
"Alright. I'll let you help me." Ricky muttered letting Jhon sit down. "It's the last scene. It's just that the lines are so cheesy- I can't say them with out laughing."
"An' what is so cheesy about doing a love scene with me?!"
How about your breath for one thing? Ricky thought, thinking about how much that reminded him of Ric. He laughed at that- all those years of being together finally had rubbed off on him. "Nothing, Jhon." He said trying hard not to laugh. "But I would never say these things when I'm with my husband. Usually it's 'OH GOD MORE! MOOOORE!' not 'Oh- I can not believe the sensations I feel inside! How incredulous!' Who says that, really?! Especially when you're having sex! Who can think like that?!"
"Well I can..."
"Some how, I'm not surprised." Ricky said under his breath.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing!"
-
Three weeks more had passed by. Ricky had been forced to suffer through long hours of Jhon's 'help'- but as much as he hated to admit it, he had improved a good deal. And... he was beginning to -like- Jhon. Maybe it was because he was lonely. Or because of Jhon's experiance. Whatever the case- he didn't like what was transpiring. It made him nervous.
"What do you think your husband is doing?" Jhon asked as he watched Ricky put on a pot of coffee.
"Hm. If I know Ric... He's just getting out of bed now- probably grumbling about toffee flavored scnopps... He loves that a little too much, but everyone has things they favor more than others..." Ricky said thoughtfully, imagining Ric stumbling around aimlessly in search of relief for his hangover.
"I like kona blend... but then again... I like everything that comes from Hawaii." He said stepping behind Ricky. Jhon pressed himself against his back. "Mm. You smell so sweet."
"Jhon, get off me." Ricky warned. "Or I'll make sure not to miss when I cut IT off."
"Ricky, you'd never do that. You're a sweet man. A loving man. An under apperciated man. You've become a butterfly Ricky- shedding your shell of low brow entertainment to become part of a more higher class... You're not one of them, anymore. You're one of us. Think about it."
-
Ricky did think about it. He loved wrestling... He loved Ric... But... He WASN'T part of that life anymore. He had to move on. But he didn't want to let go of it. Especially if that meant letting go of Ric too.
Sometimes though... It felt like Ric didn't understand that he had changed. He couldn't go out to the gym with him and the guys anymore. He had to stay home and memorize. It was important for him not to miss rehersals- but Ric always insisted on him trying to do fruitless things like eat while he was in the middle of something.
He loved Ric- and he kept telling himself and Jhon that on a daily basis. But with Ric being away for so long.. He was beginning to forget the touch of Ric's hands, his lips, his kiss. Ric should be there to support him. He was there plenty of times to support him at ringside, but did the blonde ever come to a screen party, or anything for any of his movies? No.
Soon he found himself betraying everything he had vowed not to do. He broke his scarred trust that night in the bed he and Ric shared together with none other than Jhon. It was the start of something new- something Ricky thought he wanted. The life of an actor- not some low brow entertainer like Ric.
-
Three months later Ric had returned, looking forward to seeing Ricky above anything else. He wanted to hold his smaller lover in his arms and never let him go. He promised never to go on another one of those stupid tours again. He was expecting to see Ricky there- but the dark haired man was no where to be seen. That struck him as odd- and made him worry quite a bit. He hailed a taxi- figuring that Ricky must be at the studio.
And that's where he went. Of course he went through the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd degree at the gates before he was even allowed in. But once he was... He took off like a bullet for the set. "RICKY!" He called, looking for his husband. He spotted him over at the coffee maker with a few others. "Hey baby I was worr-" He started going to hug his lover.
"Don't, Richard."
Ric stopped dead- Ricky NEVER called him by his whole first name- unless he was in trouble. "Ricky... What's wrong?"
"You, Richard. I'm afraid our relationship is just going to have to go."
"...Wha... What..?" Ric stammered feeling his heart drop down inside his shoes. "Ricky please, this has to be a joke."
"No joke, Richard. I want you out of my life! Forever! You're only going to hold me down!! I don't want a man like you either. What actor has any relationship with a wrestler anyway? Here's my wedding band back." Ricky said cooly as he dropped the small gold band on the ground.
Ric fell to the ground as he nearly felt faint. He heard their laughter- their footsteps- and then nothing at all.
2004-
"And that's it. That's our story. Of course it ends happily now... But up untill yesterday night it was a real tragedy." Ric said and sighed.
"That... was so sad..." Shawn whispered looking back to Hunter.
"I'd never drop you baby." Hunter said firmly holding Shawn around the waist. "Oh Ric, I still have one question-"
"It'll have to wait, Hunt. I got a plane to catch." He grinned with a mischievious little glint in his eye.
-
A few hours later, Shawn lay in Hunter's arms, breathy and flushed. He groaned rubbing the small of his back. He didn't know why whips, chains, and clamps were so vital- but he didn't ask questions about it.
Hunter rubbed his shoulder a little. "Wanna watch some tv, Shawny-babe?"
"Mmmhmmm.."
Hunter grabbed the remote control as they both settled down together. He turned the tv on to a broadcast news program.
"And today we shall continue our coverage of the gay and lesbian weddings going on outside of the San Fransisco court house. It looks like one couple has just finished getting married! Excuse me, sir! Can we have a word, sir?"
Shawn nuzzled Hunter a little, sighing happily.
"This is so sweet... One day we'll have to go to San Fransisco to- RIC?!" Hunter began but his jaw nearly dropped out of his socket as the platinum blonde appeared on screen.
"Sure thing! Come on over here, Ricky." Ric motioned, wrapping his arms around the smaller man.
Ricky sighed softly and rolled his eyes, hiding his face in a huge bouquet of anthiriums he was holding. "Ric, please."
"Oh come on. Let the world see your pretty face." Ric coaxed trying to wrestle the flowers away. Ricky gave up after awhile, deciding that fighting against Flair was pointless.
"Happy?"
"Yes." Ric grinned then turned to face the interviewer again. "Now, what is it you wanted to ask me?"
"Oh uh.. How long have you been together?"
"33 years." Ric answered.
"Are you sure we should consider those years we spent apart in the eighties and nineties?"
"Did you love me during that time?"
"Well of course!" Ricky said agahast. "I may not have shown it openly, but I did!"
"Okay, then 33 years." Ric grinned. "Anything else?"
"How does it feel to be married after all these years?"
"Well-"
Ricky took the microphone away from Ric. "Let me answer this one, Naitch. I think there's only one word, and one word alone that sums it all up... And that's 'WOOOOOO!!!' "
Hunter blinked softly- mostly because he was in disbelief. He shook his head slowly and turned off the tv. "Well they had their happy ending..."
"Yeah." Shawn smiled. "Good night Hunter."
"Good night, my love." Hunter whispered into his soft hair. He listened to Shawn breathing as he slept, thinking about what he had been told in the past few days. He was happy for Ric... But one thing still bothered him.
What exactly DID Ric do to fufill his promise to Vince..?
Fin.