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
What time was it...? I thought when the sun hit my face from the window. I groaned and tried to shift- but something was blocking me. A 6'2'' something. A SHAWN something. I forgot he and I were sharing the same bed. But what I didn't remember was allowing the little prick to wrap his arms around me and press his face into my chest. No, I don't readily recall allowing him to do that. "Get off me!" I shouted and kicked him off.
Shawn 'mmmrphed' and instantly clung to me again.
"Come on! ...Don't make me get my taser."
Nothing. Not even a move.
"Damn it Shawn! ...Please...? Let go." I whispered shaking him. Maybe for once if I was nice, he'd cooperate. Thankfully he did release me. Good thing too. I wanted to shower before he got up. I always shower in the morning. My hair -Well, I'm not a vain man, but I consider myself well groomed...- will fluff, and grow staticy. Shawn wasn't going anywhere soon- He was still dead to the world on the bed.
I undressed in the bathroom, stepping into the bath tub. I worked on lathering up my hair as my thoughts wandered to the man in the other room. I hadn't thought to get clothing for Shawn- The man had ten suitcases! How the hell was I supposed to know which was which?
I leaned against the wall as the water trailed down me. I sighed quietly wondering vaguely if anyone knew that we were gone yet. Helmsley must by now. I know he and Shawn were close- VERY close. They weren't going out in boyfriend sense...More like a senseless fucking way. I never understood that. Why have sex like a bunch of horny rabbits when it means nothing..? It's so much better when you love the person.
I know Hunter's not interested in Shawn in that way. He's what I like to call Belt Golleum. He follows where ever the belt goes- and right now, much to my dismay- Is around Shawn's waist. So I know Hunter doesn't love Shawn... And then a thought crossed my mind- One I normally wouldn't care to think about- Does Shawn love Hunter?
Lord I hope not. And it's not like I like him. DON'T YOU DARE THINK THAT ABOUT ME!!! It's just Shawn's stupid. And concited. He doesn't see these things... He's too far wrapped up with himself that he would never notice these things... Oh well. It's none of my business. And like I care if Shawn gets his heart broken.
I got out of the tub, tossing a towel around my waist. I forgot to get my clothes out of my suitcase- But when I got out in the room, I found Shawn awake and going through my things- some how the little bitch had gotten his hands untied. "What are you doing?!"
"You didn't bring me any clothes... So I'm stealing some thing from you- GOD. Don't you have anything relatively sexy?"
"I like jeans, tee shirts, and my flannel thank you- And if you think I'm going to give you some of my clothes to wear- then you're royally fucked, aren't you?" I muttered bitterly as I pushed him away from my bag.
"Bret!! I can't not wear clean clothes! Let me borrow something, please?!"
"No." I said simply as I put on my boxers and jeans.
"Fine, then I'll just have to go everywhere you take me butt naked. I'll have my naked ass all over your car. And you'll have to look at me."
I'll be damned- he had a point. "Fine." I muttered. I threw him a pair of jeans I didn't really I like. "Burn them, toss im, do what ever. Just don't give me them back."
Shawn 'hrmphed' and put them on. "Gee, Bret... You got big hips. These don't even stay on my waist!"
"... You know what, I'm going to get something to eat."
"Great!" Shawn said excitedly. "I'm starved."
"Too bad for you!" I smiled sweetly. "You don't want to make those jeans fit your hips now, right?"
Shawn growled a little. "Fuck off!"
"Make me." I hissed and shoved him.
He grabbed my arms and swung me into the wall. I made sure to grab him so he'd hit it too. Soon enough we were brawling on the floor.
I was bleeding profusly from my nose- and Shawn had a spilt lip. It proabaly would have gotten alot worse- If I didn't see the dark silloute pass by the window. My blood ran cold and I instantly covered Shawn's mouth. I saw another rounder, fatter one go by. I put my whole body over Shawn's, trying to keep him from moving too much. They had found us some how... I didn't understand... I thought I was so careful...
They were right outside- I could feel them. My breathing was quicker, my heart pounding so loud I thought they could hear it considering they stayed outside the door for some time...
Shawn stopped moving too- remaining silent.
Eventually they left, and I gave a sigh of relief. I climbed off of Shawn, then walked over to the door. I moved the curtain aside to peek out. They weren't around.
"What was that all about...?"
"Nothing." I muttered quickly as I closed up my bag. "Get your shoes and shirt on- DON'T give me shit, okay?"
Shawn nodded and for once did as he was told. Don't know why he did- But he did. And that's all that really matters right? Maybe it was because I froze like that... Did he know that there was something up?
"I know you want me, Bret. But you didn't have to throw yourself on top like that."
Nope. He's just an idiot. "...Just get in the fricken' car Shawn."
TBC
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
What time was it...? I thought when the sun hit my face from the window. I groaned and tried to shift- but something was blocking me. A 6'2'' something. A SHAWN something. I forgot he and I were sharing the same bed. But what I didn't remember was allowing the little prick to wrap his arms around me and press his face into my chest. No, I don't readily recall allowing him to do that. "Get off me!" I shouted and kicked him off.
Shawn 'mmmrphed' and instantly clung to me again.
"Come on! ...Don't make me get my taser."
Nothing. Not even a move.
"Damn it Shawn! ...Please...? Let go." I whispered shaking him. Maybe for once if I was nice, he'd cooperate. Thankfully he did release me. Good thing too. I wanted to shower before he got up. I always shower in the morning. My hair -Well, I'm not a vain man, but I consider myself well groomed...- will fluff, and grow staticy. Shawn wasn't going anywhere soon- He was still dead to the world on the bed.
I undressed in the bathroom, stepping into the bath tub. I worked on lathering up my hair as my thoughts wandered to the man in the other room. I hadn't thought to get clothing for Shawn- The man had ten suitcases! How the hell was I supposed to know which was which?
I leaned against the wall as the water trailed down me. I sighed quietly wondering vaguely if anyone knew that we were gone yet. Helmsley must by now. I know he and Shawn were close- VERY close. They weren't going out in boyfriend sense...More like a senseless fucking way. I never understood that. Why have sex like a bunch of horny rabbits when it means nothing..? It's so much better when you love the person.
I know Hunter's not interested in Shawn in that way. He's what I like to call Belt Golleum. He follows where ever the belt goes- and right now, much to my dismay- Is around Shawn's waist. So I know Hunter doesn't love Shawn... And then a thought crossed my mind- One I normally wouldn't care to think about- Does Shawn love Hunter?
Lord I hope not. And it's not like I like him. DON'T YOU DARE THINK THAT ABOUT ME!!! It's just Shawn's stupid. And concited. He doesn't see these things... He's too far wrapped up with himself that he would never notice these things... Oh well. It's none of my business. And like I care if Shawn gets his heart broken.
I got out of the tub, tossing a towel around my waist. I forgot to get my clothes out of my suitcase- But when I got out in the room, I found Shawn awake and going through my things- some how the little bitch had gotten his hands untied. "What are you doing?!"
"You didn't bring me any clothes... So I'm stealing some thing from you- GOD. Don't you have anything relatively sexy?"
"I like jeans, tee shirts, and my flannel thank you- And if you think I'm going to give you some of my clothes to wear- then you're royally fucked, aren't you?" I muttered bitterly as I pushed him away from my bag.
"Bret!! I can't not wear clean clothes! Let me borrow something, please?!"
"No." I said simply as I put on my boxers and jeans.
"Fine, then I'll just have to go everywhere you take me butt naked. I'll have my naked ass all over your car. And you'll have to look at me."
I'll be damned- he had a point. "Fine." I muttered. I threw him a pair of jeans I didn't really I like. "Burn them, toss im, do what ever. Just don't give me them back."
Shawn 'hrmphed' and put them on. "Gee, Bret... You got big hips. These don't even stay on my waist!"
"... You know what, I'm going to get something to eat."
"Great!" Shawn said excitedly. "I'm starved."
"Too bad for you!" I smiled sweetly. "You don't want to make those jeans fit your hips now, right?"
Shawn growled a little. "Fuck off!"
"Make me." I hissed and shoved him.
He grabbed my arms and swung me into the wall. I made sure to grab him so he'd hit it too. Soon enough we were brawling on the floor.
I was bleeding profusly from my nose- and Shawn had a spilt lip. It proabaly would have gotten alot worse- If I didn't see the dark silloute pass by the window. My blood ran cold and I instantly covered Shawn's mouth. I saw another rounder, fatter one go by. I put my whole body over Shawn's, trying to keep him from moving too much. They had found us some how... I didn't understand... I thought I was so careful...
They were right outside- I could feel them. My breathing was quicker, my heart pounding so loud I thought they could hear it considering they stayed outside the door for some time...
Shawn stopped moving too- remaining silent.
Eventually they left, and I gave a sigh of relief. I climbed off of Shawn, then walked over to the door. I moved the curtain aside to peek out. They weren't around.
"What was that all about...?"
"Nothing." I muttered quickly as I closed up my bag. "Get your shoes and shirt on- DON'T give me shit, okay?"
Shawn nodded and for once did as he was told. Don't know why he did- But he did. And that's all that really matters right? Maybe it was because I froze like that... Did he know that there was something up?
"I know you want me, Bret. But you didn't have to throw yourself on top like that."
Nope. He's just an idiot. "...Just get in the fricken' car Shawn."
TBC