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 8
The second we walked in, we stuck out to say the least. I never would have thought that American truckers would be so.... scary. They sure seemed like nice guys, but... I still wouldn't want to get in a fight with them, and look at me! It was a good thing I yelled at Shawn, he was much more docile now.
My face was a bloody mess. He really got me good- I kept having to spit out some of the blood that flowed into my mouth from my nose. Thank god, no one really noticed. I pulled him toward the bathrooms in the back to keep us from getting any more stares.
"Get in..." I whispered to him, pointing toward the restroom door.
"No. What makes you think I want to watch you pee?"
"I'm not going to take a piss!" I said pushing him in. "Besides I don't want to leave you out there alone."
Shawn rolled his eyes and looked down. "Oh my god."
"What?"
"Cochroach!" He hissed pointing to the bug on the floor.
"Yeah, that's kind of gross considering we're going to be eating here in a couple of moments but beggers can't be choosers."
"I'm sorry, but I ain't staying in here." He muttered and went back outside the restroom.
"Shawn!" I protested through the door. "Get your little ass in here!"
"NOT WHILE THERES A BUG IN THERE!"
"You... YOU..." I clenched my fists tightly and forced myself to relax. "If I kill the damn bug will you come back in?"
"Yeah."
Child. The man's a fucking child. And a primadonna! A primadonna child who takes a god damn hour in the bathroom to get ready. "Sorry." I said to the cochroach before stepping on it. "It's dead."
"Are you sure?"
"YES."
"Flush it down the toliet."
"Shawn, it's dead. There's yellow stuff comming out from the sides of it." I said as a rubbed the sole of my shoe on the tiles of the bathroom floor.
"I WANT TO HEAR THE FLUSH."
I want to scream at him, but I'm fresh out of material after the shouting I gave him outside. I just grumbled random obsentites as I flushed the poor thing down the toilet. I hate killing stuff. I usually just catch im' and toss them outside.
Shawn walked back into the bathroom leaning up against the door. I know he's glareing daggers at my back, but he can kiss my Calgarian ass. I cleaned the blood from off my upperlip and nose, blowing the rest out. When I was finished I looked back over to him. "Shit." I murmured skimming off the plaid shirt I was wearing over my faded ACDC tee shirt. "Put that on. And DON'T give me that- Yuck it's plaid - expression! You need a shirt in a restaurant."
"Fine." He murmured blankly as he put it on.
I sighed leading him back outside and to a booth. The whole atmosphere looked sickly yellow in color, and smelled of something I really don't want to describe. I sat across from him in the booth, taking a menu to look at. I didn't know I was so hungry... My stomach growled viciously as I looked at the names of food I didn't even want to eat. "You gotta be hungry."
"I don't care." He muttered.
"Don't give me that. We haven't eaten in along time."
"Leave me alone, Bret. You don't care about me. Stop pretending you do for the sake of us both."
"Look. Just because I hate you, doesn't mean I can't care about you. Well... enough to make sure you eat."
Shawn just frowned.
"You need to eat, Shawn." I said and frowned, taking his hands. "Don't do this because I said all of those horrible things about you. My opinion doesn't matter, remember? I'm the one with the horrible fashion sense, my hair's stringy and dull, I've got a big nose, and I don't have the hottest car in the world. Why should it mater what I think?"
"I like guys with big noses." Shawn grumbled quietly and kicked my leg hard with the end of his boot.
Figured. He liked Hunter, and Hunter had a nose that could land more planes than an aircraft carrier. I hissed softly when he kicked me in the leg, rubbing it gently with the palm of my hand.
"So you're admiting you suck at style?"
I cringed inwardly. There is NOTHING wrong with faded tee shirts, ripped jeans, flannel, turtlenecks, and whatever else he saw in my suitcase the other day. But if it got him off this current state, I'd be happy to admit it. "Sure. I suck at style."
"Will you let me make you over?"
I just had a horrible flash... The worst thing I have ever imagined, infact. I'm not even sure of what I saw... But I think it had something to do with zebra print... and lots of it. My brothers would NEVER let me live it down. "Hello no!"
"Then I ain't eating." He said crossing his arms across his chest.
Shawn reminded me of when my younger siblings would hold their breath. Eventually they WOULD have to come get air. But those were young kids. AND they had more sense than Shawn ever will. "Do NOT make me force feed you."
"I still ain't eating."
"Well that sure is a shame, sug." The waitress said as she approached our table.
"Don't listen to him! He's going to be eating plenty..." I growled at him.
Shawn glared back at me, his eyes narrowing to thin slits.
"Can we just have a bowl of fruit and two waters to start please?"
"Sure sug." She said and quickly brought us back a large bowl.
Shawn smiled sweetly at her and picked up a banana. "Thank you.. I could never resist these..."
She nodded and walked off.
"I'm glad to see you had a change of heart." I said triumphantly as I started eating some grapes I found way too tempting to pass up.
But Shawn didn't seem to hear me. He seemed way too interested in taking the top part of the stem and slowly pulling the peel all the way off the one side. He ran his tongue up part of the exposed fruit, licking the top of it in little darts of his pink tongue.
My first instinct was to cross my legs- which I did. My second instinct was to jump him- but that I refrained from doing that. I was helpess- I couldn't look away or shut my eyes, because he was MAKING NOISES TOO! So I watched... I watched him suck on the very tip of it, granting little licks and moaning.
"Mmmm, I loooovvve bananas..."
I chewed on the side of my cheek- I NEED To get laid. How long has it been since I've had someone else entertain myself? Almost two years... Oh lord. He's deep throating it. Oh my fucking god, I need to be smacked for thinking about SHAWN MICHAELS in a sexual way.
Shawn removed it from his mouth and turned to face me. "Do you like bananas, Bret?"
I nodded vigorously stareing at him through my sunglasses.
"Gee, that's just too bad Bret!" He said mashing the banana in his fists. "Because I won't be sucking on YOUR banana anytime soon! Not after what you said to me!"
"Maybe I don't want you to suck on my... banana!" I shouted pretty flustered. "Wait- Why are we calling it a banana?"
"I don't know! But that doesn't matter, because I ain't going anywhere near yours!" He stuck his tongue out at me and smirked happily.
Okay, so he got me back. He was back to himself, he wasn't sad... And I'm so damn glad. I'd rather have him feisty and bitchy than depressed. "So will you order now?"
"Mmhmm."
"Couldn't help but over hear ya..." A man said and turned around in the booth in back of us. He reached over with his big hand and grabbed Shawn's ponytail, yanking his head back. "But I'd love to have you suck on my banana, darlin'..."
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
Chapter 8
The second we walked in, we stuck out to say the least. I never would have thought that American truckers would be so.... scary. They sure seemed like nice guys, but... I still wouldn't want to get in a fight with them, and look at me! It was a good thing I yelled at Shawn, he was much more docile now.
My face was a bloody mess. He really got me good- I kept having to spit out some of the blood that flowed into my mouth from my nose. Thank god, no one really noticed. I pulled him toward the bathrooms in the back to keep us from getting any more stares.
"Get in..." I whispered to him, pointing toward the restroom door.
"No. What makes you think I want to watch you pee?"
"I'm not going to take a piss!" I said pushing him in. "Besides I don't want to leave you out there alone."
Shawn rolled his eyes and looked down. "Oh my god."
"What?"
"Cochroach!" He hissed pointing to the bug on the floor.
"Yeah, that's kind of gross considering we're going to be eating here in a couple of moments but beggers can't be choosers."
"I'm sorry, but I ain't staying in here." He muttered and went back outside the restroom.
"Shawn!" I protested through the door. "Get your little ass in here!"
"NOT WHILE THERES A BUG IN THERE!"
"You... YOU..." I clenched my fists tightly and forced myself to relax. "If I kill the damn bug will you come back in?"
"Yeah."
Child. The man's a fucking child. And a primadonna! A primadonna child who takes a god damn hour in the bathroom to get ready. "Sorry." I said to the cochroach before stepping on it. "It's dead."
"Are you sure?"
"YES."
"Flush it down the toliet."
"Shawn, it's dead. There's yellow stuff comming out from the sides of it." I said as a rubbed the sole of my shoe on the tiles of the bathroom floor.
"I WANT TO HEAR THE FLUSH."
I want to scream at him, but I'm fresh out of material after the shouting I gave him outside. I just grumbled random obsentites as I flushed the poor thing down the toilet. I hate killing stuff. I usually just catch im' and toss them outside.
Shawn walked back into the bathroom leaning up against the door. I know he's glareing daggers at my back, but he can kiss my Calgarian ass. I cleaned the blood from off my upperlip and nose, blowing the rest out. When I was finished I looked back over to him. "Shit." I murmured skimming off the plaid shirt I was wearing over my faded ACDC tee shirt. "Put that on. And DON'T give me that- Yuck it's plaid - expression! You need a shirt in a restaurant."
"Fine." He murmured blankly as he put it on.
I sighed leading him back outside and to a booth. The whole atmosphere looked sickly yellow in color, and smelled of something I really don't want to describe. I sat across from him in the booth, taking a menu to look at. I didn't know I was so hungry... My stomach growled viciously as I looked at the names of food I didn't even want to eat. "You gotta be hungry."
"I don't care." He muttered.
"Don't give me that. We haven't eaten in along time."
"Leave me alone, Bret. You don't care about me. Stop pretending you do for the sake of us both."
"Look. Just because I hate you, doesn't mean I can't care about you. Well... enough to make sure you eat."
Shawn just frowned.
"You need to eat, Shawn." I said and frowned, taking his hands. "Don't do this because I said all of those horrible things about you. My opinion doesn't matter, remember? I'm the one with the horrible fashion sense, my hair's stringy and dull, I've got a big nose, and I don't have the hottest car in the world. Why should it mater what I think?"
"I like guys with big noses." Shawn grumbled quietly and kicked my leg hard with the end of his boot.
Figured. He liked Hunter, and Hunter had a nose that could land more planes than an aircraft carrier. I hissed softly when he kicked me in the leg, rubbing it gently with the palm of my hand.
"So you're admiting you suck at style?"
I cringed inwardly. There is NOTHING wrong with faded tee shirts, ripped jeans, flannel, turtlenecks, and whatever else he saw in my suitcase the other day. But if it got him off this current state, I'd be happy to admit it. "Sure. I suck at style."
"Will you let me make you over?"
I just had a horrible flash... The worst thing I have ever imagined, infact. I'm not even sure of what I saw... But I think it had something to do with zebra print... and lots of it. My brothers would NEVER let me live it down. "Hello no!"
"Then I ain't eating." He said crossing his arms across his chest.
Shawn reminded me of when my younger siblings would hold their breath. Eventually they WOULD have to come get air. But those were young kids. AND they had more sense than Shawn ever will. "Do NOT make me force feed you."
"I still ain't eating."
"Well that sure is a shame, sug." The waitress said as she approached our table.
"Don't listen to him! He's going to be eating plenty..." I growled at him.
Shawn glared back at me, his eyes narrowing to thin slits.
"Can we just have a bowl of fruit and two waters to start please?"
"Sure sug." She said and quickly brought us back a large bowl.
Shawn smiled sweetly at her and picked up a banana. "Thank you.. I could never resist these..."
She nodded and walked off.
"I'm glad to see you had a change of heart." I said triumphantly as I started eating some grapes I found way too tempting to pass up.
But Shawn didn't seem to hear me. He seemed way too interested in taking the top part of the stem and slowly pulling the peel all the way off the one side. He ran his tongue up part of the exposed fruit, licking the top of it in little darts of his pink tongue.
My first instinct was to cross my legs- which I did. My second instinct was to jump him- but that I refrained from doing that. I was helpess- I couldn't look away or shut my eyes, because he was MAKING NOISES TOO! So I watched... I watched him suck on the very tip of it, granting little licks and moaning.
"Mmmm, I loooovvve bananas..."
I chewed on the side of my cheek- I NEED To get laid. How long has it been since I've had someone else entertain myself? Almost two years... Oh lord. He's deep throating it. Oh my fucking god, I need to be smacked for thinking about SHAWN MICHAELS in a sexual way.
Shawn removed it from his mouth and turned to face me. "Do you like bananas, Bret?"
I nodded vigorously stareing at him through my sunglasses.
"Gee, that's just too bad Bret!" He said mashing the banana in his fists. "Because I won't be sucking on YOUR banana anytime soon! Not after what you said to me!"
"Maybe I don't want you to suck on my... banana!" I shouted pretty flustered. "Wait- Why are we calling it a banana?"
"I don't know! But that doesn't matter, because I ain't going anywhere near yours!" He stuck his tongue out at me and smirked happily.
Okay, so he got me back. He was back to himself, he wasn't sad... And I'm so damn glad. I'd rather have him feisty and bitchy than depressed. "So will you order now?"
"Mmhmm."
"Couldn't help but over hear ya..." A man said and turned around in the booth in back of us. He reached over with his big hand and grabbed Shawn's ponytail, yanking his head back. "But I'd love to have you suck on my banana, darlin'..."
TBC