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 9
"Get your hand off of me!" Shawn shouted and tried to free his long hair.
"Oh no, darlin'. We don't like teases here... And me and the boys here are gonna to show ya something special..."
"Let him go..." I said cooly. "Or you're not going to be very happy..."
"And what do you plan to do about it?" The man asked standing up and taking Shawn with him. "Because I know what I'm going to do here with babydoll here." He grinned licking Shawn's neck slowly.
"I said... GET OFF OF ME!" Shawn shouted and pushed away. He kicked his leg back and nailed the man right in the chin. (I now apperciate that move...)
I ran to the trucker and grabbed his legs in the sharpshooter. I pulled back some until I heard his painful screams. "Apologize!" I shouted yanking on my hold.
"I'm SORRY!"
"Pay for our dinner." Shawn added stepping on the hand he used to grab his hair by earlier.
"FINE JUST LET ME GO!!"
I released him and put my arm around Shawn's waist. "See this? This is MY property. You don't touch MY property. See this man?!" I asked pointing down to our offender. "You don't want to be this man!"
Shawn huffed and gave them all that bitchy stare- and it's a nice change to NOT be on the recieving end of it for once. "You want to be this man..." He purred rubbing his finger up and down the center of my chest.
I coughed- and cleared my throat. "Y-Yeah! So you'd all better leave us the fuck alone. If you know what's good for you."
"Ohhhh Bretty, you're sooooo strong..." He purred running his hands all over the planes of my chest. "It turns me on sooo much..."
"Cool your jets baby, cool your jets. We got..." I paused and flipped my sunglasses up to wink at him. "Allll night long."
"Mmm, Bret... Oh you strong, handsome man, you..." He gasped jumping up and wrapping his legs around my waist. "Please please please...! Take me Bretty, take me..."
"Bitches." I laughed wishing I could cry. The others in the room nodded and hooted at that. "What did I say earlier?"
"We have all night long..?" Shawn answered with a pout.
"Yeah so get your butt back in the booth before I start spankin' ya."
"Yes Bret, anything for you..." He whispered and climbed off me. I smacked him in the ass as he started for the booth. He glared evily at me as he sat down. "You didn't have to smack me.." He hissed to me as I got in across from him.
"Just staying in character." I replied curtly. "You didn't have to ham it up like that either... Ooohhh Bretty..." I mimicked.
"I think you just liked having me around your waist. And then you couldn't resist but slap my ass." Shawn sniffed. "I always knew you were a pervert."
"Pervert? PERVERT?!" I nearly shouted. I started rubbing my temples slowly, forcing myself to calm down. "I am not a pervert! But look here, these people seem to think of us as some sort of tough gay couple, so lets go with it! It's keeping us from getting our asses kicked!"
"Fine. One thing though."
"What." I growled.
"Are you gay?"
I blinked at him. I thought he knew... "I'm bi."
"Okay. So you won't have to pretend THAT hard then. How hard is it to find me attractive anyway?" He asked smugly.
I opened my mouth to say something borderline down right mean, but I didn't. The waitress came and got my attention away from him before I probably made him cry again. The both of us ordered rather large meals- and told her to put it on Shawn's buddy's tab.
We sat in silence for a few blissful moments before Shawn decided to ruin it by opening that big mouth of his again. "What do you find attractive in a guy anyway?"
"Well..." What can I say, that threw me off guard. "I... I like guys and girls who are sweet... And nice.. charitable... Uh.. possibly shorter than me... long hair, nice eyes... Basically if you take your personality and take the complete opposite of that you'll have the person I like to be with."
"So.... you want some one to depend on you."
"No, not really. I just want to take care of some one. Someone who needs me to be there for support."
"So am I your practice dummy or somethin?"
I raised my eyebrows at that. "What are you talking about?!"
"You kidnapped me. You're taking care of me. Just a few minutes ago you were scared that I wouldn't eat."
"That's hardly a-"
"And you just said like ten minutes ago 'Just because I hate you, doesn't mean I can't care about you.'."
"Well now w-wait a second..! That also doesn't mean-"
"You know what I think?"
I sighed, giving up. "What shawn?"
"...I think you're preparing me to be your boyfriend. I don't think Taker's really after me at all! And when you get the chance you're going to try and make me your wife or something!"
I just stared at him, mouth a gape. This man... put all other blondes... to shame. I wanted to throttle him. I wanted to run him over with my car. I wanted to HURT him. But I was so shocked... My body just wouldn't work with my mouth. Thankfully the food came.
"Yay! My cobbler." Shawn grinned and started eating. "Do you want some honey?" He asked sweetly.
They must be looking at us again. Nosey Americans. I thought as I excepted what was on the fork. I chewed, discovering that it was indeed, VERY good. "I've never had this before... What is it?"
"Peach cobbler. You've never had peach cobbler before?"
I blanched, color completely draining from my face. "Pe-pe-pe-pe..."
"If you have to pee, you know where the bathroom is.." Shawn said pointing down the hall.
"I'M ALLERGIC TO PEACHES!" I hissed grabbing him by the front of his shirt. My world went black... And the last thing I remember was Shawn shouting for an ambulance.
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 9
"Get your hand off of me!" Shawn shouted and tried to free his long hair.
"Oh no, darlin'. We don't like teases here... And me and the boys here are gonna to show ya something special..."
"Let him go..." I said cooly. "Or you're not going to be very happy..."
"And what do you plan to do about it?" The man asked standing up and taking Shawn with him. "Because I know what I'm going to do here with babydoll here." He grinned licking Shawn's neck slowly.
"I said... GET OFF OF ME!" Shawn shouted and pushed away. He kicked his leg back and nailed the man right in the chin. (I now apperciate that move...)
I ran to the trucker and grabbed his legs in the sharpshooter. I pulled back some until I heard his painful screams. "Apologize!" I shouted yanking on my hold.
"I'm SORRY!"
"Pay for our dinner." Shawn added stepping on the hand he used to grab his hair by earlier.
"FINE JUST LET ME GO!!"
I released him and put my arm around Shawn's waist. "See this? This is MY property. You don't touch MY property. See this man?!" I asked pointing down to our offender. "You don't want to be this man!"
Shawn huffed and gave them all that bitchy stare- and it's a nice change to NOT be on the recieving end of it for once. "You want to be this man..." He purred rubbing his finger up and down the center of my chest.
I coughed- and cleared my throat. "Y-Yeah! So you'd all better leave us the fuck alone. If you know what's good for you."
"Ohhhh Bretty, you're sooooo strong..." He purred running his hands all over the planes of my chest. "It turns me on sooo much..."
"Cool your jets baby, cool your jets. We got..." I paused and flipped my sunglasses up to wink at him. "Allll night long."
"Mmm, Bret... Oh you strong, handsome man, you..." He gasped jumping up and wrapping his legs around my waist. "Please please please...! Take me Bretty, take me..."
"Bitches." I laughed wishing I could cry. The others in the room nodded and hooted at that. "What did I say earlier?"
"We have all night long..?" Shawn answered with a pout.
"Yeah so get your butt back in the booth before I start spankin' ya."
"Yes Bret, anything for you..." He whispered and climbed off me. I smacked him in the ass as he started for the booth. He glared evily at me as he sat down. "You didn't have to smack me.." He hissed to me as I got in across from him.
"Just staying in character." I replied curtly. "You didn't have to ham it up like that either... Ooohhh Bretty..." I mimicked.
"I think you just liked having me around your waist. And then you couldn't resist but slap my ass." Shawn sniffed. "I always knew you were a pervert."
"Pervert? PERVERT?!" I nearly shouted. I started rubbing my temples slowly, forcing myself to calm down. "I am not a pervert! But look here, these people seem to think of us as some sort of tough gay couple, so lets go with it! It's keeping us from getting our asses kicked!"
"Fine. One thing though."
"What." I growled.
"Are you gay?"
I blinked at him. I thought he knew... "I'm bi."
"Okay. So you won't have to pretend THAT hard then. How hard is it to find me attractive anyway?" He asked smugly.
I opened my mouth to say something borderline down right mean, but I didn't. The waitress came and got my attention away from him before I probably made him cry again. The both of us ordered rather large meals- and told her to put it on Shawn's buddy's tab.
We sat in silence for a few blissful moments before Shawn decided to ruin it by opening that big mouth of his again. "What do you find attractive in a guy anyway?"
"Well..." What can I say, that threw me off guard. "I... I like guys and girls who are sweet... And nice.. charitable... Uh.. possibly shorter than me... long hair, nice eyes... Basically if you take your personality and take the complete opposite of that you'll have the person I like to be with."
"So.... you want some one to depend on you."
"No, not really. I just want to take care of some one. Someone who needs me to be there for support."
"So am I your practice dummy or somethin?"
I raised my eyebrows at that. "What are you talking about?!"
"You kidnapped me. You're taking care of me. Just a few minutes ago you were scared that I wouldn't eat."
"That's hardly a-"
"And you just said like ten minutes ago 'Just because I hate you, doesn't mean I can't care about you.'."
"Well now w-wait a second..! That also doesn't mean-"
"You know what I think?"
I sighed, giving up. "What shawn?"
"...I think you're preparing me to be your boyfriend. I don't think Taker's really after me at all! And when you get the chance you're going to try and make me your wife or something!"
I just stared at him, mouth a gape. This man... put all other blondes... to shame. I wanted to throttle him. I wanted to run him over with my car. I wanted to HURT him. But I was so shocked... My body just wouldn't work with my mouth. Thankfully the food came.
"Yay! My cobbler." Shawn grinned and started eating. "Do you want some honey?" He asked sweetly.
They must be looking at us again. Nosey Americans. I thought as I excepted what was on the fork. I chewed, discovering that it was indeed, VERY good. "I've never had this before... What is it?"
"Peach cobbler. You've never had peach cobbler before?"
I blanched, color completely draining from my face. "Pe-pe-pe-pe..."
"If you have to pee, you know where the bathroom is.." Shawn said pointing down the hall.
"I'M ALLERGIC TO PEACHES!" I hissed grabbing him by the front of his shirt. My world went black... And the last thing I remember was Shawn shouting for an ambulance.
TBC