Pride, Prejudice and Eddie
Rating: R for sex in later chapters, and sexual situations
Genre: Humor/Romance
Summary: An AU fic based on the prejudice and overly american angle crap they have as Bradshaw angle on Smackdown!- Bradshaw is a wealthy buisness man who leaves his lover at home when a certain repair man comes to fix the out door hot tub... slash
AN: I figured a little more insight into what Bradshaw's up to in New York would be fun to include.... Things get a little more complicated for Chris as his brothers try to move on HIS repairman.
Chapter 3: Three Canadians, a Lucky Latino, and a Cowboy Stripper
Chris, Christian, and Adam were sitting out on the deck together, drinking down a few glasses of festive looking drinks.
"So John's out of town, hm?" Christian asked as he played with the umbrella. "You doing any playing?"
"No." Chris lied between his teeth. "I've been a good little boy, little brother."
Christian wrinkled his nose at that. "I ain't little, Chris. I'm taller than you."
"And I'm taller than the both of you, so hush up." Adam grinned and shook his head.
"Pardon me, Mr. Layfield... I just want to tell you that your bedroom bathroom sink is all fixed." Eddie said as he placed the wrench in his back pocket, as if he had actually came from fixing something.
Chris gave him an odd look at first before he realized what Eddie was doing. He was covering his tracks. "Oh.. Thank you. Are you going to fix the hot tub today too?"
"Well that depends. Do you want me to come back tomorrow..?"
"I would, I'm sure I can find something for you to fix- This place is in need of a good handyman. My husband is never around after all..." Chris smiled as he watched Eddie smile knowingly at him.
"Si, I'll come back tomorrow to help you with other things that need... work..."
Chris kept in a giggle and nodded. "Oh yes, you're so good with your hands Eddie. I'll make SURE I find something for you to handle."
Eddie grinned and gave Chris a longing look as he made his way over to the hot tub.
Adam and Christian stared at their oldest brother skeptically.
"He's cute..." Christian said watching Chris's face closely.
"Didn't notice." Chris smiled cheerfully as he sipped his drink. "I guess he is, kinda. If you like latino men."
"Well then... I guess he's fair game! Come on, Christian!" Adam tugged on his younger brother's sleeve. "Let's go see how good Eddie's hands are. I want a strong man's hands on my body again... A working man, a blue collar man..."
Chris felt a twinge of jealousy course through his veins. "Adam, may I remind you that you happen to be married to John's stock broker, Hunter? Or did you forget..."
Adam pouted and wrinkled his nose at Chris. "Your point? Christian's married to Kane- the toughest corperate lawyer in the business... And he's already over there talking to him. God Chris, you know our husbands aren't around to take care of our needs... Yours never is. I don't see why you haven't jumped on him and begged him for it by now!"
"Adam... Please... Don't bother Eddie!" Chris begged holding onto his brother's arm tightly.
"You... must really want that hot tub fixed..."
"It's not about the hot tub." Chris finally said as he looked up to the taller man. "Please..."
Adam softened. "Okay Chris... I think I see what you're getting at... Does he do a good job?"
"Yes, very much so..." Chris blushed and turned away.
"I see. Let's go pry Christian off his arm before poor Eddie looses circulation."
-Meanwhile-
"I love this..." Bradshaw said as he puffed on his cigar. "Being away from the old ball and chain... He wants me to hold him and make love to him. I'm sorry but who else is going to go on exclusive 'business' trips?"
Kane put out his and ordered another beer from the cocktail waitress wearing a virtually gone skirt. "Mine always whines. I mean ALWAYS whines. About anything... You don't buy me enough clothing, I want this, I want that..."
"I hear ya." Hunter said with a curt nod. "Mine's always going on about me not being at any of his little competitions. Can I help it that I'm a busy man? No."
The three continued to complain about the men they married- all but one. The most powerful man, Bradshaw's boss frowned softly at them. He knew all three men had no right to complain. All their mates wanted was some attention- Attention from three foolish men, blinded by wealth.
Bradshaw turned to his boss with a wistful look on his face. "Mark, you are so lucky my friend."
"I told you Layfield, you call me Mr. Calloway. I'm your boss, not your friend. And I'm tired of you three and your whining! You all have beautiful, loving, men who only want your attention..."
Kane sat back in his chair and eyed Mark. "Well maybe if you'd quit the creppy after hours gothic thing, you'd have a husband too. I gave that up when I was 30. How old are you now, brother?"
"Shut up Kane." Mark growled.
"What, are you going to bring home some little gothy chick back to San Antonio?" Hunter asked teasingly. "The great Mark Calloway with a dead girl or guy on his arm to match his personality..."
Bradshaw, still slightly miffed from Mark's comment before, decided to step in. "Hey- The only reason I suggested this place was because of the entertainment. Which is about to begin..."
Mark shook his head. He didn't like be a participant in such sleaze. It was beneath him...
"THE COBRA IS PROUD TO PRESENT STRAIGHT FROM SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS..."
"Local boy." Hunter noted situating himself in his chair a little better to watch the show.
"...NEW YORK'S FAVORITE COWBOY, THE HEARTBREAK KID SHAWN MICHAELS!!"
Mark decided to turn his head as music started to play. Not even his own brother knew that his fellow goths did not turn him on... He rolled his eyes when he heard the hooting and cat calls coming from his associates.
"Oh yeah baby, come shake that American ass over here!" Bradshaw called holding up a fist full of fifties high in the air.
Mark glanced over curiously at the runway. His jaw dropped. There was the most beautiful being in the universe. Blondish brown hair cascading wildly down and around his shoulders, crystaline blue eyes, and a body so sweet it couldn't be true. "What beauty..."
"Oh yeah, oh yeah... Come here my little Texas honey..." Bradshaw hooted as Shawn climbed down the runway. He placed his big hands on his hips."Fuck yeah..."
"You wanna see something really special..." Shawn cooed seductively as he played with the opening of his leather chaps.
"Ohhhh you betcha baby..."
Before anyone blinked Bradshaw was on his back with a cowboy boot foot print on his face and the fifties fluttering down around him. "Creep." Shawn mumbled as he climbed back to finish his routine.
Mark smiled for the first time all night. He definately liked this one. He was hot, graceful, and strangely dignified for his... career choice.... He watched Shawn dance- Hypnotised by his fluid movements as he dropped clothing as if they were extensions of his own body- Too amazing to stop, to blink, to breathe. Mark touched his heart as if to check to see if it was still beating.
"That little ungreatful bastard..." Bradshaw hissed as he cracked his jaw back into place. He waited for Shawn to parade to the back before reaching out to grab his ankle. Shawn tumbled to the runway, landing hard on his elbows.
Mark stood up and knocked the table to the ground with one swipe of his arm. He grabbed him by his neck and hoisted him up in the air by the neck. "APOLOGIZE..." He whispered dangerously.
"Bu-But Mr. Calloway..."
"APOLOGIZE."
Bradshaw turned his head to look at Shawn, whom was still on the ground holding his wrist. "Sorry." He squeaked and then was uncermoniously dropped to the ground.
Shawn stood up shakily, smiling to Mark. He mouthed a 'thank you' to him before making his way to the back.
Rating: R for sex in later chapters, and sexual situations
Genre: Humor/Romance
Summary: An AU fic based on the prejudice and overly american angle crap they have as Bradshaw angle on Smackdown!- Bradshaw is a wealthy buisness man who leaves his lover at home when a certain repair man comes to fix the out door hot tub... slash
AN: I figured a little more insight into what Bradshaw's up to in New York would be fun to include.... Things get a little more complicated for Chris as his brothers try to move on HIS repairman.
Chapter 3: Three Canadians, a Lucky Latino, and a Cowboy Stripper
Chris, Christian, and Adam were sitting out on the deck together, drinking down a few glasses of festive looking drinks.
"So John's out of town, hm?" Christian asked as he played with the umbrella. "You doing any playing?"
"No." Chris lied between his teeth. "I've been a good little boy, little brother."
Christian wrinkled his nose at that. "I ain't little, Chris. I'm taller than you."
"And I'm taller than the both of you, so hush up." Adam grinned and shook his head.
"Pardon me, Mr. Layfield... I just want to tell you that your bedroom bathroom sink is all fixed." Eddie said as he placed the wrench in his back pocket, as if he had actually came from fixing something.
Chris gave him an odd look at first before he realized what Eddie was doing. He was covering his tracks. "Oh.. Thank you. Are you going to fix the hot tub today too?"
"Well that depends. Do you want me to come back tomorrow..?"
"I would, I'm sure I can find something for you to fix- This place is in need of a good handyman. My husband is never around after all..." Chris smiled as he watched Eddie smile knowingly at him.
"Si, I'll come back tomorrow to help you with other things that need... work..."
Chris kept in a giggle and nodded. "Oh yes, you're so good with your hands Eddie. I'll make SURE I find something for you to handle."
Eddie grinned and gave Chris a longing look as he made his way over to the hot tub.
Adam and Christian stared at their oldest brother skeptically.
"He's cute..." Christian said watching Chris's face closely.
"Didn't notice." Chris smiled cheerfully as he sipped his drink. "I guess he is, kinda. If you like latino men."
"Well then... I guess he's fair game! Come on, Christian!" Adam tugged on his younger brother's sleeve. "Let's go see how good Eddie's hands are. I want a strong man's hands on my body again... A working man, a blue collar man..."
Chris felt a twinge of jealousy course through his veins. "Adam, may I remind you that you happen to be married to John's stock broker, Hunter? Or did you forget..."
Adam pouted and wrinkled his nose at Chris. "Your point? Christian's married to Kane- the toughest corperate lawyer in the business... And he's already over there talking to him. God Chris, you know our husbands aren't around to take care of our needs... Yours never is. I don't see why you haven't jumped on him and begged him for it by now!"
"Adam... Please... Don't bother Eddie!" Chris begged holding onto his brother's arm tightly.
"You... must really want that hot tub fixed..."
"It's not about the hot tub." Chris finally said as he looked up to the taller man. "Please..."
Adam softened. "Okay Chris... I think I see what you're getting at... Does he do a good job?"
"Yes, very much so..." Chris blushed and turned away.
"I see. Let's go pry Christian off his arm before poor Eddie looses circulation."
-Meanwhile-
"I love this..." Bradshaw said as he puffed on his cigar. "Being away from the old ball and chain... He wants me to hold him and make love to him. I'm sorry but who else is going to go on exclusive 'business' trips?"
Kane put out his and ordered another beer from the cocktail waitress wearing a virtually gone skirt. "Mine always whines. I mean ALWAYS whines. About anything... You don't buy me enough clothing, I want this, I want that..."
"I hear ya." Hunter said with a curt nod. "Mine's always going on about me not being at any of his little competitions. Can I help it that I'm a busy man? No."
The three continued to complain about the men they married- all but one. The most powerful man, Bradshaw's boss frowned softly at them. He knew all three men had no right to complain. All their mates wanted was some attention- Attention from three foolish men, blinded by wealth.
Bradshaw turned to his boss with a wistful look on his face. "Mark, you are so lucky my friend."
"I told you Layfield, you call me Mr. Calloway. I'm your boss, not your friend. And I'm tired of you three and your whining! You all have beautiful, loving, men who only want your attention..."
Kane sat back in his chair and eyed Mark. "Well maybe if you'd quit the creppy after hours gothic thing, you'd have a husband too. I gave that up when I was 30. How old are you now, brother?"
"Shut up Kane." Mark growled.
"What, are you going to bring home some little gothy chick back to San Antonio?" Hunter asked teasingly. "The great Mark Calloway with a dead girl or guy on his arm to match his personality..."
Bradshaw, still slightly miffed from Mark's comment before, decided to step in. "Hey- The only reason I suggested this place was because of the entertainment. Which is about to begin..."
Mark shook his head. He didn't like be a participant in such sleaze. It was beneath him...
"THE COBRA IS PROUD TO PRESENT STRAIGHT FROM SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS..."
"Local boy." Hunter noted situating himself in his chair a little better to watch the show.
"...NEW YORK'S FAVORITE COWBOY, THE HEARTBREAK KID SHAWN MICHAELS!!"
Mark decided to turn his head as music started to play. Not even his own brother knew that his fellow goths did not turn him on... He rolled his eyes when he heard the hooting and cat calls coming from his associates.
"Oh yeah baby, come shake that American ass over here!" Bradshaw called holding up a fist full of fifties high in the air.
Mark glanced over curiously at the runway. His jaw dropped. There was the most beautiful being in the universe. Blondish brown hair cascading wildly down and around his shoulders, crystaline blue eyes, and a body so sweet it couldn't be true. "What beauty..."
"Oh yeah, oh yeah... Come here my little Texas honey..." Bradshaw hooted as Shawn climbed down the runway. He placed his big hands on his hips."Fuck yeah..."
"You wanna see something really special..." Shawn cooed seductively as he played with the opening of his leather chaps.
"Ohhhh you betcha baby..."
Before anyone blinked Bradshaw was on his back with a cowboy boot foot print on his face and the fifties fluttering down around him. "Creep." Shawn mumbled as he climbed back to finish his routine.
Mark smiled for the first time all night. He definately liked this one. He was hot, graceful, and strangely dignified for his... career choice.... He watched Shawn dance- Hypnotised by his fluid movements as he dropped clothing as if they were extensions of his own body- Too amazing to stop, to blink, to breathe. Mark touched his heart as if to check to see if it was still beating.
"That little ungreatful bastard..." Bradshaw hissed as he cracked his jaw back into place. He waited for Shawn to parade to the back before reaching out to grab his ankle. Shawn tumbled to the runway, landing hard on his elbows.
Mark stood up and knocked the table to the ground with one swipe of his arm. He grabbed him by his neck and hoisted him up in the air by the neck. "APOLOGIZE..." He whispered dangerously.
"Bu-But Mr. Calloway..."
"APOLOGIZE."
Bradshaw turned his head to look at Shawn, whom was still on the ground holding his wrist. "Sorry." He squeaked and then was uncermoniously dropped to the ground.
Shawn stood up shakily, smiling to Mark. He mouthed a 'thank you' to him before making his way to the back.