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
Chapter 5- What's yours is mine
"Come in!" Shawn called from inside his dressing room.
Mark opened the door slowly, peering in at his own personal venus. Shawn was sitting on the stool, wearing a short zebra print robe. It looked like satin from where Mark was standing. And it also looked dangerously short, coming only to Shawn's upper thigh.
"Hey you're that guy!" Shawn exclaimed, standing up. "Thank you for what you did for me, back there. Come on in!"
"I'm sorry for my stupid worker's actions. He thinks anyone he wants should bow down to him. It makes me so damn angry!"
"Aw, hey... Don't get mad." Shawn said standing on tip toes to stroke the sides of Mark's face. "A lot of people think I should bow down to them. But next to none stick up for me. I really can't- It's bad for business. So... Why did you come back here?"
"Because I..." Mark stopped, letting Shawn touch his face, enjoying the soft feel of his skin. "I wanted to apologize. You deserve so much more than putting up with guys like him."
"No I don't." Shawn said quietly. "I never went to college, I'm not smart enough. This is all I can do to earn money."
"That's not true. I would hire you." Mark said honestly.
"To do what...?"
"To be my advisor. I need a new personal assistant. You seem like you're a good person. A very kind, personable man whom I'd love to associate myself with."
"Really... So this is like my interview then?" Shawn asked as he stood back a bit and crossed his arms.
"Yes, as weird of a place as this is for one..."
"Then I should show you what I got then, huh?"
Mark nodded. What he thought was Shawn would give him a list of places that he had worked at... But...
Shawn gave him a coy look, untieing the front of his robe slowly, letting the satiny material pool around his feet. He was naked, bareing just a smile. "How do I look so far?"
"Beautiful." Mark rasped. He reached out and grabbed Shawn by the arm, pulling him flush against his body.
Shawn smiled tilting his head back and pouting his pretty lips. "Kiss me, mystery man.."
Mark bent his head down and kissed Shawn's perfect lips, sliding his tongue across them. He plunged his tongue down into the hot depth of the smaller man's mouth, reveling in the taste of him.
The blonde moaned in his mouth breaking away from him. He took him by the wrists and pulled him down to the ground. He wrapped his legs around Mark's waist. "Mmm..."
Mark slid his hands down the backs of his thighs... He watched the blonde man squirm a little, looking up at him with smoking blue eyes. "You are so beautiful. I think I will tell you at least a hundred more times tonight."
"I don't mind.. I think you mean it when you tell me it. Everyone says it- but they never mean it. Not like you..."
Mark touched Shawn's face gently. "I can not do this with you here. I don't want it to feel cheap."
Shawn blinked up at him confused. "Cheap?" Usually on the dressing room floor was where he did this sort of business.
"Will you let me take you out on a date?" Mark asked kissing his hands.
"Yes.. Yes, I will... If you tell me one thing."
"Of course." Mark said and smiled. "My name is Mark Calloway."
"Mu-Muh... Mark Calloway?!" Shawn stammered. "The multi-billionare head of Calloway Industries?! Supporter and builder of Calloway Hall? The same Mark Calloway who donated a chain of libraries across the country?! Oh my god, I had no idea you'd be so handsome!"
Mark actually blushed at that. He had no idea Shawn knew what he did. "Yes, that's me. Will you still go out with me?"
"I was ready to have sex with you right here on the floor..." He smiled and sat up. "So I think I'm okay with going on a date with you..."
"I'm glad..." Mark smiled. "I'll meet you here tomorrow at 7." He pulled him up carefully, kissing Shawn softly on the lips.
"Make it 11, I get out then."
"Alright... Good bye, my dear..."
Shawn blushed a little when Mark kissed his hands a few more times. "Good bye..."
When the big man finally stepped out of the back room, Bradshaw, Kane and Hunter were waiting.
"So where is he?" Hunter asked craneing his neck over to look and see if the little blonde Texan was coming out of the back.
"We're going on a date tomorrow." Mark murmured as he walked past them and out the door. Kane followed behind his older brother, grabbing him by the back of the suit coat to stop him from walking out into on coming traffic.
"What the hell is the matter with you?!" He shouted into Mark's ear.
The tall man drew in a long breath, gazing up into the night sky with a far off look in his eyes. "..I'm not sure. I feel so warm inside, and I don't know why..."
-
The next evening, it was around ten. Shawn wasn't supposed to be dancing that day- it was his turn to work the floor. He wore a pair of blue jeans, cowboy boots and a cowboy hat. He looked hot and delectable... And almost totally irresistable- especially with that gorgeous smirk.
Hunter was watching him... He knew better than to go after any of Mark's love interests... But this was different. This was Shawn's job... "Hey! Hey you!!" He called out waving a fist full of money.
"Hey there big spender..." Shawn grinned slauntering over to him. "Those for me?" He asked coyly, running his fingers up Hunter's chest.
"Yeah baby, if you do a good job... I want you to dance for me."
"Sure thing." Shawn smiled again, straddling Hunter's legs. "You want it dirty...?" He said playing and twirling Hunter's hair. "You want me to ride your cock...?" He whispered, putting his hands on his upper thighs and leaning over.
"No no no... I want to see your ass."
Shawn nodded. "Mmm... Okay.." He turned around and put his hands on his knees. He started shaking his ass from side to side slowly.
"Yes... Like that... Slower baby, real slow..." Hunter growled groaning as Shawn did exactly what he told him to. Adam did not have an ass like this... This... This was perfection in blue jeans. He reached out and grabbed Shawn's ass with his big hands, squeezing the ample flesh.
Shawn stopped snapping his head up in surprise. "Hey- No touching, pal!"
"I'll give you an extra hundred. Give me a break here! My lover's got no ass. Not like this..." Hunter murmured running his fingers down the curves of Shawn's ass.
"Su-Sure, okay..."
Hunter smirked at him, then returned to nuzzling the flesh with face. He kissed and bit each cheek gently, loving how Shawn jumped with each touch.
"H-Hey.. Come on..."
"Another fifty."
Shawn needed to pay his rent, so he gave a slight nod. He burried his face in Hunter's knees, his legs shaking as he tried to support himself. But it was getting increasingly difficult with Hunter ravishing his ass like he was.
"Yes... So beautiful..." He murmured running a finger down the seam that ran down the cleft of Shawn's ass. He licked his lips, running his tongue down the seam.
"Oh my god!" Shawn shouted.
"Yeah, I'm your god baby..."
"Aren't you married?" Came a cool, very quiet, but stern voice.
"Mark..?" Hunter asked looking up slowly at the big man standing behind him. "H-had no idea you were back there..."
Mark twisted his fingers in Hunter's long blonde hair and yanked his head back as far as it would go. "Call your Adam, Helmsley. Or I'll call him instead..."
"Alright, alright." Hunter muttered tapping Shawn's ass with the palm of his hand. "Get up sweet heart..."
Shawn stood up giving Hunter a cool look. "My money, Mr. Grabby Hands?" He said extending his hand.
"Give me a hug baby."
Shawn rolled his eyes but decided to do it anyway.
Hunter slid his arms around his waist, slipping a hand down into the back of Shawn's pants. He gripped the round flesh tightly, then put the money inside of his thong. "I'll be back for another round later." He smirked stepping back to let his eyes roll up and down the length of his body.
"Whatever."
As Hunter walked away, Mark extended a long leg and tripped the blonde. He landed with a thud, knocking the wind out of him.
"I'm giving you a pay cut." Mark hissed stepping on his back.
"For what?!" Hunter asked as his boss pulled the wallet from his suit coat.
"For sexually harrasing my new personal assistant." He said curtly, removing all of the money from Hunter's wallet. Mark dropped the wallet on his back with a smile. "Here you are, Shawn. Your first pay check."
"Why thank you Mark!" Shawn said polietly taking the tall man's arm as they walked out the club- Shawn making sure to step all over Hunter's back. "Or shall I call you Mr. Calloway?"
"Mark is just fine, my beauty."
-Texas-
Adam watched Eddie and Chris leave with a sigh. "It's not fair."
Christian sighed too, resting his head on his older brother's shoulder. "No it's not... At least John pays some attention to him."
"Yeah... our husbands do nothing for us. Just stare at Chris..." Adam grumbled. "We're better looking than him too. I bet if we got Eddie to ourselves..."
"Oh come on, Adam!" Christian pouted. "Let's just give it up. We can deal with our crappy husbands for awhile..."
"Easy for you to do... Your crappy husband at least has sex with you. Mine never touches me anymore. He says I'm too tall and I don't have a butt. Is it my fault I'm tall and have no ass?! He wants an open relationship, but I don't want that. I just want him..."
Christian squeezed Adam's shoulder gently. "Yeah. Hunter's just a jerk... I bet Eddie's a great lover."
"Well brother... There's only one way to find out..."
TBC
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
Chapter 5- What's yours is mine
"Come in!" Shawn called from inside his dressing room.
Mark opened the door slowly, peering in at his own personal venus. Shawn was sitting on the stool, wearing a short zebra print robe. It looked like satin from where Mark was standing. And it also looked dangerously short, coming only to Shawn's upper thigh.
"Hey you're that guy!" Shawn exclaimed, standing up. "Thank you for what you did for me, back there. Come on in!"
"I'm sorry for my stupid worker's actions. He thinks anyone he wants should bow down to him. It makes me so damn angry!"
"Aw, hey... Don't get mad." Shawn said standing on tip toes to stroke the sides of Mark's face. "A lot of people think I should bow down to them. But next to none stick up for me. I really can't- It's bad for business. So... Why did you come back here?"
"Because I..." Mark stopped, letting Shawn touch his face, enjoying the soft feel of his skin. "I wanted to apologize. You deserve so much more than putting up with guys like him."
"No I don't." Shawn said quietly. "I never went to college, I'm not smart enough. This is all I can do to earn money."
"That's not true. I would hire you." Mark said honestly.
"To do what...?"
"To be my advisor. I need a new personal assistant. You seem like you're a good person. A very kind, personable man whom I'd love to associate myself with."
"Really... So this is like my interview then?" Shawn asked as he stood back a bit and crossed his arms.
"Yes, as weird of a place as this is for one..."
"Then I should show you what I got then, huh?"
Mark nodded. What he thought was Shawn would give him a list of places that he had worked at... But...
Shawn gave him a coy look, untieing the front of his robe slowly, letting the satiny material pool around his feet. He was naked, bareing just a smile. "How do I look so far?"
"Beautiful." Mark rasped. He reached out and grabbed Shawn by the arm, pulling him flush against his body.
Shawn smiled tilting his head back and pouting his pretty lips. "Kiss me, mystery man.."
Mark bent his head down and kissed Shawn's perfect lips, sliding his tongue across them. He plunged his tongue down into the hot depth of the smaller man's mouth, reveling in the taste of him.
The blonde moaned in his mouth breaking away from him. He took him by the wrists and pulled him down to the ground. He wrapped his legs around Mark's waist. "Mmm..."
Mark slid his hands down the backs of his thighs... He watched the blonde man squirm a little, looking up at him with smoking blue eyes. "You are so beautiful. I think I will tell you at least a hundred more times tonight."
"I don't mind.. I think you mean it when you tell me it. Everyone says it- but they never mean it. Not like you..."
Mark touched Shawn's face gently. "I can not do this with you here. I don't want it to feel cheap."
Shawn blinked up at him confused. "Cheap?" Usually on the dressing room floor was where he did this sort of business.
"Will you let me take you out on a date?" Mark asked kissing his hands.
"Yes.. Yes, I will... If you tell me one thing."
"Of course." Mark said and smiled. "My name is Mark Calloway."
"Mu-Muh... Mark Calloway?!" Shawn stammered. "The multi-billionare head of Calloway Industries?! Supporter and builder of Calloway Hall? The same Mark Calloway who donated a chain of libraries across the country?! Oh my god, I had no idea you'd be so handsome!"
Mark actually blushed at that. He had no idea Shawn knew what he did. "Yes, that's me. Will you still go out with me?"
"I was ready to have sex with you right here on the floor..." He smiled and sat up. "So I think I'm okay with going on a date with you..."
"I'm glad..." Mark smiled. "I'll meet you here tomorrow at 7." He pulled him up carefully, kissing Shawn softly on the lips.
"Make it 11, I get out then."
"Alright... Good bye, my dear..."
Shawn blushed a little when Mark kissed his hands a few more times. "Good bye..."
When the big man finally stepped out of the back room, Bradshaw, Kane and Hunter were waiting.
"So where is he?" Hunter asked craneing his neck over to look and see if the little blonde Texan was coming out of the back.
"We're going on a date tomorrow." Mark murmured as he walked past them and out the door. Kane followed behind his older brother, grabbing him by the back of the suit coat to stop him from walking out into on coming traffic.
"What the hell is the matter with you?!" He shouted into Mark's ear.
The tall man drew in a long breath, gazing up into the night sky with a far off look in his eyes. "..I'm not sure. I feel so warm inside, and I don't know why..."
-
The next evening, it was around ten. Shawn wasn't supposed to be dancing that day- it was his turn to work the floor. He wore a pair of blue jeans, cowboy boots and a cowboy hat. He looked hot and delectable... And almost totally irresistable- especially with that gorgeous smirk.
Hunter was watching him... He knew better than to go after any of Mark's love interests... But this was different. This was Shawn's job... "Hey! Hey you!!" He called out waving a fist full of money.
"Hey there big spender..." Shawn grinned slauntering over to him. "Those for me?" He asked coyly, running his fingers up Hunter's chest.
"Yeah baby, if you do a good job... I want you to dance for me."
"Sure thing." Shawn smiled again, straddling Hunter's legs. "You want it dirty...?" He said playing and twirling Hunter's hair. "You want me to ride your cock...?" He whispered, putting his hands on his upper thighs and leaning over.
"No no no... I want to see your ass."
Shawn nodded. "Mmm... Okay.." He turned around and put his hands on his knees. He started shaking his ass from side to side slowly.
"Yes... Like that... Slower baby, real slow..." Hunter growled groaning as Shawn did exactly what he told him to. Adam did not have an ass like this... This... This was perfection in blue jeans. He reached out and grabbed Shawn's ass with his big hands, squeezing the ample flesh.
Shawn stopped snapping his head up in surprise. "Hey- No touching, pal!"
"I'll give you an extra hundred. Give me a break here! My lover's got no ass. Not like this..." Hunter murmured running his fingers down the curves of Shawn's ass.
"Su-Sure, okay..."
Hunter smirked at him, then returned to nuzzling the flesh with face. He kissed and bit each cheek gently, loving how Shawn jumped with each touch.
"H-Hey.. Come on..."
"Another fifty."
Shawn needed to pay his rent, so he gave a slight nod. He burried his face in Hunter's knees, his legs shaking as he tried to support himself. But it was getting increasingly difficult with Hunter ravishing his ass like he was.
"Yes... So beautiful..." He murmured running a finger down the seam that ran down the cleft of Shawn's ass. He licked his lips, running his tongue down the seam.
"Oh my god!" Shawn shouted.
"Yeah, I'm your god baby..."
"Aren't you married?" Came a cool, very quiet, but stern voice.
"Mark..?" Hunter asked looking up slowly at the big man standing behind him. "H-had no idea you were back there..."
Mark twisted his fingers in Hunter's long blonde hair and yanked his head back as far as it would go. "Call your Adam, Helmsley. Or I'll call him instead..."
"Alright, alright." Hunter muttered tapping Shawn's ass with the palm of his hand. "Get up sweet heart..."
Shawn stood up giving Hunter a cool look. "My money, Mr. Grabby Hands?" He said extending his hand.
"Give me a hug baby."
Shawn rolled his eyes but decided to do it anyway.
Hunter slid his arms around his waist, slipping a hand down into the back of Shawn's pants. He gripped the round flesh tightly, then put the money inside of his thong. "I'll be back for another round later." He smirked stepping back to let his eyes roll up and down the length of his body.
"Whatever."
As Hunter walked away, Mark extended a long leg and tripped the blonde. He landed with a thud, knocking the wind out of him.
"I'm giving you a pay cut." Mark hissed stepping on his back.
"For what?!" Hunter asked as his boss pulled the wallet from his suit coat.
"For sexually harrasing my new personal assistant." He said curtly, removing all of the money from Hunter's wallet. Mark dropped the wallet on his back with a smile. "Here you are, Shawn. Your first pay check."
"Why thank you Mark!" Shawn said polietly taking the tall man's arm as they walked out the club- Shawn making sure to step all over Hunter's back. "Or shall I call you Mr. Calloway?"
"Mark is just fine, my beauty."
-Texas-
Adam watched Eddie and Chris leave with a sigh. "It's not fair."
Christian sighed too, resting his head on his older brother's shoulder. "No it's not... At least John pays some attention to him."
"Yeah... our husbands do nothing for us. Just stare at Chris..." Adam grumbled. "We're better looking than him too. I bet if we got Eddie to ourselves..."
"Oh come on, Adam!" Christian pouted. "Let's just give it up. We can deal with our crappy husbands for awhile..."
"Easy for you to do... Your crappy husband at least has sex with you. Mine never touches me anymore. He says I'm too tall and I don't have a butt. Is it my fault I'm tall and have no ass?! He wants an open relationship, but I don't want that. I just want him..."
Christian squeezed Adam's shoulder gently. "Yeah. Hunter's just a jerk... I bet Eddie's a great lover."
"Well brother... There's only one way to find out..."
TBC