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 11
I was waiting for them to come back in. My eyes never left the door. I knew Owen wouldn't try anything with Shawn. After all, he's straight. Soon enough Shawn and Owen walked in, owen with his arm around Shawn's shoulders. Shawn was hugging teddy bear in his arms... An unreasonable flare of jealousy burned inside me at seeing that. I told myself that Owen was just being nice. And WHY the hell am I getting jealous? I hate him! Him and his stupid kiwi smelling hair. Him and his crystal eyes. Him and his god damn round ass.
"Look what Owen bought me." Shawn grinned sitting back down on the edge of the bed.
"Ish cute." I said dryly.
"Relax Bret. I'm not trying to move in on your territory."
"I'm not Bret's territory!" Shawn protested. "I'm not anyone's territory. HBK owns himself. I'm just his unfortunate victim. Up." He said patting my calf.
I lifted my legs up so he could move the blanket over me.
"And I tell you he hasn't been an easy person to live with. It's a fight to listen to anything BESIDES heavy metal..." He said patting my head. "Move."
I sat up as he took the pillow from behind my head. He fluffed them and stuck them in back of me again.
"I had to threaten nudity until he let me borrow a pair of pants... And then he complained about my thong..."Shawn pulled the covers all the way and tucked me in.
"well Bret is a big prude, you know." Owen said as he opened up a chocolate bar. "You should see this guy's underwear drawer."
"I hafe uo."
"I know." Owen fished around through his pockets and set down the house keys on the table. "There you go. I have to head out for the next live show. Don't screw up my house, okay brother?"
"Fuck ofb."
"Bye Owen! Tell everyone I'm okay..."
"Sure."
The door shut and closed... And then I was stuck with Shawn. Whom is now interested in whats in my pants. I won't be sleeping any time tonight.
Shawn sat down in the chair, laying his head on the bed. "Night Bret."
"Nifhe." So maybe he wasn't going to try anything. Maybe I could actually sleep... And maybe I'll run through the streets of Calgary naked with an American flag stapled to my ass, screaming 'ANNEX CANADA!'.
I woke up the next day and yawned. "Shawn...?" Where'd the little bratty hornball go? "... Hey!" I began to laugh happily. My vocal chords must be back to normal! I sat up on the side of the bed and began seraching for my pants.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
I stood up rigidly and turned around slowly. shawn was standing in the door way, wearing a short white nurse uniform. His hair was pulled in a loose ponytail, and he even had the little white nurse's cap perched on his head. "...Shawn?"
"Nurse HBK, Mr. Hart. Now get back into bed this instant!"
I gave him a slack jawed look, but I didn't really want to cross him. This wasn't the Shawn I knew. This was a REALLY scary nurse. Um... well maybe not so much scary as... hot. NO! Not hot. Shawn is NOT hot. I refuse to every say anything more than him being mildly attractive.
"Mr. Hart!" Shawn shouted and cracked the riding crop he held in his hand against my thigh. "The bed! NOW!"
I 'eeped' and dove on to the bed again, scrambling back toward the head board. "Wh-What happened to you?!"
"I'm talking care of you, Mr. Hart." He said simply and mounted my lap. "Put your hands on my ass."
"No!" I said in disgust. "There is no way I am putting my hands on your fill-me-up-and-take-me-for-a-test-drive ass."
"PUT YOUR HANDS ON MY ASS BEFORE I SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF T L C!"
I quickly put my hands on him. Lightly at first... And then I found myself squeezing that ass tightly.
"Slide them up the back of my skirt." Shawn ordered.
I bit my lip and nodded, putting my hands into his skirt. I toyed with the straps of his garter belt, running my fingers down them until I came across the tops of the white nylon stockings he had on.
"I think you like sexy underwear, Mr. Hart."
I nodded panting softly. "Ye-yeah I guess..." I murmured and moved my fingers along the silken material of his thong.
"That doesn't SOUND like a good answer! YES OR NO, MR. HART!" He shouted and cracked the riding crop on my hand.
My eyes widdened as I shook out my stinging hand. This Shawn is scary... "Yuh-YES! I like sexy underwear!"
Shawn pulled his hair free and took off the little white hat on the top of his head. "Do you want me to take my underwear off?" He asked running his fingers down my chest slowly, pricking at my nipples through the fabric of the hospital gown.
Okay. This is not the Shawn Michaels. This is a scary dominatrix in a nurse's uniform!! But I do know this, I AM strangely arroused. And partially scared for my life and well being. "Y-Yeah please..."
I grabbed his hair in my fists as I crushed my lips against his. My hands wandered and started squeezing the hell out of his fleshy ass. My heart was thundering in my chest, I needed this, I needed him.
That was until I realized something. The Shawn I was squeezing and kissing wasn't in a nurse costume. He was wearing my jeans and my plaid shirt. Slowly I removed my hands from him, my whole body shaking with disbelief. "Wha... WHAT ARE YU DOINMG IN MY BED?!" I shouted wanting to find some bactine as soon as possible to clean my mouth out.
"You were calling out my name... And I thought you were having a nightmare! I crawled into bed with you to comfort you, you stupid son of a bitch!" He explained and stuck out his tongue. "Then YOU got all grabbing and kissy! What kind of dream were you having?!"
"I... I wash dreamning abouf..." Shit. I can't let him know I was having a weird sex dream about him. "About... mny first time with a ghirl in my car!" Good. Yeah, that's good. I was NOT dreaming about Shawn in a little uniform with white nylons... garter belt... Stilettos. ARGH! NOOO! I'm getting aroused by the mere thought of it! I'm turning into one of those fetish freaks!!!
"Ohh. Okay. As long as it wasn't about me or anything- Then it would just be weird." He said with a shrug. "...Are you going to make me sleep on the chair now?"
I was going to tell him he's lucky to have the chair but then I noticed something. It was a big arrangement of black magic roses (I know the color because my mother grew them outside and would always make me go pick them. Lucky me. I got stung ten times one year...) with a small black card attached to them. I took it off, and started reading it.
To Whom it May Concern:
I hope your stay in the hospital is going well. Gather your strength, you'll need it. I'm watching you, Bret Hart. I watched you in the truck stop, and I watched your brother leave. No matter how hard you try to run, you can never escape. Hold on tight to Shawn while you can. And when I get to you... You can imagine it, you're a smart man.
The Undertaker.
"No... No yu can stay up here withf me." I said placing the note by the arrangement. I'm glad the lights were off... because I think all the color on my face drained right out of it.
"...Thanks." Shawn said laying back down.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his smaller frame to mine. I let out a shakey sigh- not because of the dream I just had... But because I knew the Undertaker was watching us, somewhere, some how. I was all Shawn had protecting him from a horrible fate. And I was going to make sure I do one damn good job protecting him from it...
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 11
I was waiting for them to come back in. My eyes never left the door. I knew Owen wouldn't try anything with Shawn. After all, he's straight. Soon enough Shawn and Owen walked in, owen with his arm around Shawn's shoulders. Shawn was hugging teddy bear in his arms... An unreasonable flare of jealousy burned inside me at seeing that. I told myself that Owen was just being nice. And WHY the hell am I getting jealous? I hate him! Him and his stupid kiwi smelling hair. Him and his crystal eyes. Him and his god damn round ass.
"Look what Owen bought me." Shawn grinned sitting back down on the edge of the bed.
"Ish cute." I said dryly.
"Relax Bret. I'm not trying to move in on your territory."
"I'm not Bret's territory!" Shawn protested. "I'm not anyone's territory. HBK owns himself. I'm just his unfortunate victim. Up." He said patting my calf.
I lifted my legs up so he could move the blanket over me.
"And I tell you he hasn't been an easy person to live with. It's a fight to listen to anything BESIDES heavy metal..." He said patting my head. "Move."
I sat up as he took the pillow from behind my head. He fluffed them and stuck them in back of me again.
"I had to threaten nudity until he let me borrow a pair of pants... And then he complained about my thong..."Shawn pulled the covers all the way and tucked me in.
"well Bret is a big prude, you know." Owen said as he opened up a chocolate bar. "You should see this guy's underwear drawer."
"I hafe uo."
"I know." Owen fished around through his pockets and set down the house keys on the table. "There you go. I have to head out for the next live show. Don't screw up my house, okay brother?"
"Fuck ofb."
"Bye Owen! Tell everyone I'm okay..."
"Sure."
The door shut and closed... And then I was stuck with Shawn. Whom is now interested in whats in my pants. I won't be sleeping any time tonight.
Shawn sat down in the chair, laying his head on the bed. "Night Bret."
"Nifhe." So maybe he wasn't going to try anything. Maybe I could actually sleep... And maybe I'll run through the streets of Calgary naked with an American flag stapled to my ass, screaming 'ANNEX CANADA!'.
I woke up the next day and yawned. "Shawn...?" Where'd the little bratty hornball go? "... Hey!" I began to laugh happily. My vocal chords must be back to normal! I sat up on the side of the bed and began seraching for my pants.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
I stood up rigidly and turned around slowly. shawn was standing in the door way, wearing a short white nurse uniform. His hair was pulled in a loose ponytail, and he even had the little white nurse's cap perched on his head. "...Shawn?"
"Nurse HBK, Mr. Hart. Now get back into bed this instant!"
I gave him a slack jawed look, but I didn't really want to cross him. This wasn't the Shawn I knew. This was a REALLY scary nurse. Um... well maybe not so much scary as... hot. NO! Not hot. Shawn is NOT hot. I refuse to every say anything more than him being mildly attractive.
"Mr. Hart!" Shawn shouted and cracked the riding crop he held in his hand against my thigh. "The bed! NOW!"
I 'eeped' and dove on to the bed again, scrambling back toward the head board. "Wh-What happened to you?!"
"I'm talking care of you, Mr. Hart." He said simply and mounted my lap. "Put your hands on my ass."
"No!" I said in disgust. "There is no way I am putting my hands on your fill-me-up-and-take-me-for-a-test-drive ass."
"PUT YOUR HANDS ON MY ASS BEFORE I SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF T L C!"
I quickly put my hands on him. Lightly at first... And then I found myself squeezing that ass tightly.
"Slide them up the back of my skirt." Shawn ordered.
I bit my lip and nodded, putting my hands into his skirt. I toyed with the straps of his garter belt, running my fingers down them until I came across the tops of the white nylon stockings he had on.
"I think you like sexy underwear, Mr. Hart."
I nodded panting softly. "Ye-yeah I guess..." I murmured and moved my fingers along the silken material of his thong.
"That doesn't SOUND like a good answer! YES OR NO, MR. HART!" He shouted and cracked the riding crop on my hand.
My eyes widdened as I shook out my stinging hand. This Shawn is scary... "Yuh-YES! I like sexy underwear!"
Shawn pulled his hair free and took off the little white hat on the top of his head. "Do you want me to take my underwear off?" He asked running his fingers down my chest slowly, pricking at my nipples through the fabric of the hospital gown.
Okay. This is not the Shawn Michaels. This is a scary dominatrix in a nurse's uniform!! But I do know this, I AM strangely arroused. And partially scared for my life and well being. "Y-Yeah please..."
I grabbed his hair in my fists as I crushed my lips against his. My hands wandered and started squeezing the hell out of his fleshy ass. My heart was thundering in my chest, I needed this, I needed him.
That was until I realized something. The Shawn I was squeezing and kissing wasn't in a nurse costume. He was wearing my jeans and my plaid shirt. Slowly I removed my hands from him, my whole body shaking with disbelief. "Wha... WHAT ARE YU DOINMG IN MY BED?!" I shouted wanting to find some bactine as soon as possible to clean my mouth out.
"You were calling out my name... And I thought you were having a nightmare! I crawled into bed with you to comfort you, you stupid son of a bitch!" He explained and stuck out his tongue. "Then YOU got all grabbing and kissy! What kind of dream were you having?!"
"I... I wash dreamning abouf..." Shit. I can't let him know I was having a weird sex dream about him. "About... mny first time with a ghirl in my car!" Good. Yeah, that's good. I was NOT dreaming about Shawn in a little uniform with white nylons... garter belt... Stilettos. ARGH! NOOO! I'm getting aroused by the mere thought of it! I'm turning into one of those fetish freaks!!!
"Ohh. Okay. As long as it wasn't about me or anything- Then it would just be weird." He said with a shrug. "...Are you going to make me sleep on the chair now?"
I was going to tell him he's lucky to have the chair but then I noticed something. It was a big arrangement of black magic roses (I know the color because my mother grew them outside and would always make me go pick them. Lucky me. I got stung ten times one year...) with a small black card attached to them. I took it off, and started reading it.
To Whom it May Concern:
I hope your stay in the hospital is going well. Gather your strength, you'll need it. I'm watching you, Bret Hart. I watched you in the truck stop, and I watched your brother leave. No matter how hard you try to run, you can never escape. Hold on tight to Shawn while you can. And when I get to you... You can imagine it, you're a smart man.
The Undertaker.
"No... No yu can stay up here withf me." I said placing the note by the arrangement. I'm glad the lights were off... because I think all the color on my face drained right out of it.
"...Thanks." Shawn said laying back down.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his smaller frame to mine. I let out a shakey sigh- not because of the dream I just had... But because I knew the Undertaker was watching us, somewhere, some how. I was all Shawn had protecting him from a horrible fate. And I was going to make sure I do one damn good job protecting him from it...
TBC.