Chasing Shawn
Rating: R
Pairings: Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels
Summary: Bret hires the Undertaker after the 97' Survivor Series Screw job to take care of Shawn... BUT his conscience starts to get to him... Based on the events of 1997, altered a little of course :)
Genre: Suspense/romance
Warnings: Slash
Chapter 3
Oh my god. Why? I do one bad thing and it REALLY fucks me over! Look at Shawn... The little shit's done a ton of bad stuff. He's the heavy weight champ, and he screwed me over to be it. I try to get revenge and look what happens to me? Arrested.
"Get up." I hiss quietly to Shawn.
"Make me dick cheese." He snapped back. "The second that cop finds us in here, I'm blowing your ass in..."
"DO I HAVE TO BREAK DOWN THE DOOR HERE?!"
"Ahhh... no! It's okay! I'm coming!" I shout hauling Shawn to his feet. My mind races, my heart beats faster... What do I do?! Something came- it was stupid- it probably wouldn't work- but what choice do I have? I mean really... Jail.. or this...?
I grabbed Shawn's shirt and ripped it, taking off mine quickly before opening the door. "Sorry officer- was in the middle of starting to umm.." I wanted to bite my tongue off. I wanted to burn my brain for EVEN thinking of such a thing... But this was it. This was my only chance to save my skin. "Do the um... nasty."
"OH GOD NO! NOT WITH YOU! HOW DARE YOU EVEN-" Shawn started to shout, but I cupped my hand over his mouth before he could spit out anything else incriminating.
"See, we were role playing/ He likes to do that kind of thing. You know... I play the bad guy and kidnap him, and we end up having..." I swear it's a real fight not to vomit here. "...............Sex. Isn't that right... baby?" I called Shawn baby. I called him BABY. I am killing my self in my cell if this doesn't work. I don't think I could survive the humilation...
The officer blushed crimson. "Well I... I uh...I see. We don't usually get people who are that loud when they do that kind of thing..."
"We'll keep it down." I said quickly, stiffling a cry of pain as Shawn started biting me. Little bastard plays dirty even off the camera... I couldn't hold it in anymore- I release him, and instantly take a hold of his hair. I pull hard, making him shout out. "He likes it rough." I say to the officer before bringing my lips down on his. I purposely bite his bottom lip for pay back. Remind me to burn my lips off later.
"Gee, I've never seen two gay guys kiss- uh.. I'm going to go... Just be more quiet next time."
I heard the door shut and foot steps leaving rapidly. I shove Shawn away not carring where he fell. I went for my bag, pulling out the mouth wash I brought.
"YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU KISS ME LIKE THAT?!" Shawn shouted. "Oh that was so disgusting! You are the worst kisser in the universe!"
"Do you think I was trying to be good?! You're not worth me putting effort into something that would give you any type of satisfaction." I shout back, washing my mouth out several times.
"I need proxide! I need anti bacterial soap! I NEED TO BURN MY LIPS OFF!" Shawn wailed. "Bret Hart KISSED me! I think I'm dieing... Dieing..."
"Oh shut up!" I said angrily as I walked back in. "Do you want to loose your talking privilages again?!"
Shawn got very, very quiet. He stared coldly up at me. "You wanted to kiss me, didn't you..."
"NO. What makes me think I would want to kiss your fat lips?!" I said defensively.
"They're bee stung pouty lips! NOT FAT!"
I gave him a very critical look, trying to see if he actually believed what he just said. Yep. He did. I couldn't help it-- I laughed for about a good five minutes. "Who describes lips like that?! Who descibes anything like that?! Bee stung and pouty... You sound like a plastic surgeon!"
Shawn narrowed his eyes at me. "Well at least my lips aren't thin and expressionless- Like yours!"
"I can't believe I'm having a discussion with you about this. You know what Shawn, you and your bee stung pouty lips can go get run over by something. Frankly I don't care- I'm going to go to sleep." I mutter kicking off my shoes. I wasn't big on pajamas. Just ends up being more stuff you have to wash. Usually I just sleep in my pants or something. But conisdering Shawn was in the room, I was keeping everything on. I didn't want to expose any bare skin to him- He may try wound me while I was sleeping and defenseless.
"Well, how would you describe them then?!"
Obviously, Shawn doesn't let things die. "I don't know... I really don't give a shit, Shawn..."
"I won't let you go to sleep until you give me a word!"
After what I learned about my captive in the last hours I knew that was a true statement. "Fine. They're..." Rotton. Huge. A waste of flesh. Soft. NO! I did not just think that. Must have been a fluke. "Sculpted." In a grotesque manner. Yeah, definately NOT soft- oh no.
Shawn did look satisfied with that. "Okay. I like it."
"I'm SO glad." I muttered pulling my hair back into a ponytail. If I didn't- it would be a tangled mass in the morning. I turned my back for a second, just one single second, to put my hair brush away. When I turned around, there Shawn was, sprawled out on the bed. "Okay- see this isn't going to work. You sleep on the floor. You're the kidnappe, you're not supposed to get the good spot."
"Move your feet, loose your seat asshole."
"Stop acting like you're five years old!!"
"I need to sleep on a bed because of my back!"
I want to kill him. I want to choke him with his hair. I just want him gone. I didn't care about his stupid back. I need to sleep... "Fine. We'll share it then. I just want to get some sleep.." I said in a defeated tone. "Move over."
"Not until I get comfy."
"What..." I moan. "What do you want..."
"Take off my pants. I can't sleep with all these clothes on."
"I am NOT taking your pants off." I growled trying to shove him over.
"Then untie me so I can do it."
Was it worth him trying to escape...? No. The second he got out, he'd try to run for the police. "Whatever. I'm so tired I don't care. But if you tell anyone about this, Shawn, I will hurt you."
"If you hurting me is like you kidnapping me, then I'm not worried."
I grumbled something as I unbuttoned his jeans, whipping them off of his legs with one fluid motion. "Happy?"
"Mmhmm." Shawn said rolling onto his side.
I noticed his choice of underwear and I shuddered. A thong. How the hell could some one wear those?! It's like having a 24 hour wedgie. I don't ask. I don't even look. Because I definately DON'T want to. "Keep your skanky ass on your side of the bed."
"Fine. Make sure those cold feet of yours don't come in contact with my skin."
"Oh believe me, my feet aren't going any where near you." I growl throwing the covers up around me. I clenched my eye lids tight, but sleep didn't come. Instead I waited for at least an hour before I felt remotely like falling asleep... I brought my fingers to my lips, touching them a little. I could still feel Shawn on them... And for some reason, that thought didn't bother me as much as it normally would have.
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Rating: R
Pairings: Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels
Summary: Bret hires the Undertaker after the 97' Survivor Series Screw job to take care of Shawn... BUT his conscience starts to get to him... Based on the events of 1997, altered a little of course :)
Genre: Suspense/romance
Warnings: Slash
Chapter 3
Oh my god. Why? I do one bad thing and it REALLY fucks me over! Look at Shawn... The little shit's done a ton of bad stuff. He's the heavy weight champ, and he screwed me over to be it. I try to get revenge and look what happens to me? Arrested.
"Get up." I hiss quietly to Shawn.
"Make me dick cheese." He snapped back. "The second that cop finds us in here, I'm blowing your ass in..."
"DO I HAVE TO BREAK DOWN THE DOOR HERE?!"
"Ahhh... no! It's okay! I'm coming!" I shout hauling Shawn to his feet. My mind races, my heart beats faster... What do I do?! Something came- it was stupid- it probably wouldn't work- but what choice do I have? I mean really... Jail.. or this...?
I grabbed Shawn's shirt and ripped it, taking off mine quickly before opening the door. "Sorry officer- was in the middle of starting to umm.." I wanted to bite my tongue off. I wanted to burn my brain for EVEN thinking of such a thing... But this was it. This was my only chance to save my skin. "Do the um... nasty."
"OH GOD NO! NOT WITH YOU! HOW DARE YOU EVEN-" Shawn started to shout, but I cupped my hand over his mouth before he could spit out anything else incriminating.
"See, we were role playing/ He likes to do that kind of thing. You know... I play the bad guy and kidnap him, and we end up having..." I swear it's a real fight not to vomit here. "...............Sex. Isn't that right... baby?" I called Shawn baby. I called him BABY. I am killing my self in my cell if this doesn't work. I don't think I could survive the humilation...
The officer blushed crimson. "Well I... I uh...I see. We don't usually get people who are that loud when they do that kind of thing..."
"We'll keep it down." I said quickly, stiffling a cry of pain as Shawn started biting me. Little bastard plays dirty even off the camera... I couldn't hold it in anymore- I release him, and instantly take a hold of his hair. I pull hard, making him shout out. "He likes it rough." I say to the officer before bringing my lips down on his. I purposely bite his bottom lip for pay back. Remind me to burn my lips off later.
"Gee, I've never seen two gay guys kiss- uh.. I'm going to go... Just be more quiet next time."
I heard the door shut and foot steps leaving rapidly. I shove Shawn away not carring where he fell. I went for my bag, pulling out the mouth wash I brought.
"YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU KISS ME LIKE THAT?!" Shawn shouted. "Oh that was so disgusting! You are the worst kisser in the universe!"
"Do you think I was trying to be good?! You're not worth me putting effort into something that would give you any type of satisfaction." I shout back, washing my mouth out several times.
"I need proxide! I need anti bacterial soap! I NEED TO BURN MY LIPS OFF!" Shawn wailed. "Bret Hart KISSED me! I think I'm dieing... Dieing..."
"Oh shut up!" I said angrily as I walked back in. "Do you want to loose your talking privilages again?!"
Shawn got very, very quiet. He stared coldly up at me. "You wanted to kiss me, didn't you..."
"NO. What makes me think I would want to kiss your fat lips?!" I said defensively.
"They're bee stung pouty lips! NOT FAT!"
I gave him a very critical look, trying to see if he actually believed what he just said. Yep. He did. I couldn't help it-- I laughed for about a good five minutes. "Who describes lips like that?! Who descibes anything like that?! Bee stung and pouty... You sound like a plastic surgeon!"
Shawn narrowed his eyes at me. "Well at least my lips aren't thin and expressionless- Like yours!"
"I can't believe I'm having a discussion with you about this. You know what Shawn, you and your bee stung pouty lips can go get run over by something. Frankly I don't care- I'm going to go to sleep." I mutter kicking off my shoes. I wasn't big on pajamas. Just ends up being more stuff you have to wash. Usually I just sleep in my pants or something. But conisdering Shawn was in the room, I was keeping everything on. I didn't want to expose any bare skin to him- He may try wound me while I was sleeping and defenseless.
"Well, how would you describe them then?!"
Obviously, Shawn doesn't let things die. "I don't know... I really don't give a shit, Shawn..."
"I won't let you go to sleep until you give me a word!"
After what I learned about my captive in the last hours I knew that was a true statement. "Fine. They're..." Rotton. Huge. A waste of flesh. Soft. NO! I did not just think that. Must have been a fluke. "Sculpted." In a grotesque manner. Yeah, definately NOT soft- oh no.
Shawn did look satisfied with that. "Okay. I like it."
"I'm SO glad." I muttered pulling my hair back into a ponytail. If I didn't- it would be a tangled mass in the morning. I turned my back for a second, just one single second, to put my hair brush away. When I turned around, there Shawn was, sprawled out on the bed. "Okay- see this isn't going to work. You sleep on the floor. You're the kidnappe, you're not supposed to get the good spot."
"Move your feet, loose your seat asshole."
"Stop acting like you're five years old!!"
"I need to sleep on a bed because of my back!"
I want to kill him. I want to choke him with his hair. I just want him gone. I didn't care about his stupid back. I need to sleep... "Fine. We'll share it then. I just want to get some sleep.." I said in a defeated tone. "Move over."
"Not until I get comfy."
"What..." I moan. "What do you want..."
"Take off my pants. I can't sleep with all these clothes on."
"I am NOT taking your pants off." I growled trying to shove him over.
"Then untie me so I can do it."
Was it worth him trying to escape...? No. The second he got out, he'd try to run for the police. "Whatever. I'm so tired I don't care. But if you tell anyone about this, Shawn, I will hurt you."
"If you hurting me is like you kidnapping me, then I'm not worried."
I grumbled something as I unbuttoned his jeans, whipping them off of his legs with one fluid motion. "Happy?"
"Mmhmm." Shawn said rolling onto his side.
I noticed his choice of underwear and I shuddered. A thong. How the hell could some one wear those?! It's like having a 24 hour wedgie. I don't ask. I don't even look. Because I definately DON'T want to. "Keep your skanky ass on your side of the bed."
"Fine. Make sure those cold feet of yours don't come in contact with my skin."
"Oh believe me, my feet aren't going any where near you." I growl throwing the covers up around me. I clenched my eye lids tight, but sleep didn't come. Instead I waited for at least an hour before I felt remotely like falling asleep... I brought my fingers to my lips, touching them a little. I could still feel Shawn on them... And for some reason, that thought didn't bother me as much as it normally would have.
TBC