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 14
I groaned softly. I must have fallen asleep after...
Holy shit.
Did I really have sex with Shawn Michaels? No. I couldn't... I wouldn't-- I looked down to the sleeping blonde on my chest. I picked up the ends of my jersy to examine him and sighed.
Yeah, we had sex.
"Mmph. Hey..." Shawn stirred and then smiled up at me. "That was amazing Bret... The best sex I've had in along time... Infact, I wouldn't mind if you kidnapped me to make me your backwoods bride now."
Ugh. I gave Shawn pleasure. And now I think he likes me. "...Get off me. And take off my jersy, I have to go get that cleaned." I am so stupid. How could I do something that idiotic? Having sex with Shawn Michaels... That has to be the dumbest thing I've ever done.
Shawn skimmed off my jersy- grinning to me. Oh yeah, I forgot. He was naked under there!
God damn it! I'm hard again. I snatched the jersy from him, along with my boxers and put them on. I walked down the stairs to the laundry room to try and save what's left of my jersy- If anything.
Shawn's POV
I watched Bret leave, then blushed. Oh my god... Bret is amazing. I can't believe it. Wow. I wonder if this means we're going out now? Normally I wait until we've had one date before getting to the good stuff, but... He kidnapped me. I guess that counts as one date in some way. Shawn Michaels and Bret Hart. Maybe even Shawn Micahels Hart one day. Yes that has a nice ring to it. I could see my self marrying Bret one day- Come on, people! Anyone who can please a person like that is the type of person you sink your claws into and never let go.
I'm just going to have to make him see how much he likes me inside. I know he does. How could he not? I mean, I'm Shawn Michaels, baby! He's gotta love me somewhere in there. But how do you get a man like Bret to admit it?
Maybe I should just walk around naked. Ususally that works pretty well... Hm, but this is Bret. This may call for simple seduction. However, this could prove to be difficult, considering there are no clothes for me to wear. I took Brets discarded shorts and put them on. They slid down my waist, barely clinging to my hips. I went downstairs to the laundry room, finding Bret sulking against the washing machine. "What's the matter- wasn't I good enough?"
"Why are you wearing my shorts?" He asked flatly. Should've expected that from him.
"Because I can't find anything else to wear."
"Well take them off so I can wash that too when Owen's laundry is finally done."
"Fine." I murmured slipping out of them. I watched his eyes widdened again and smirked. "You like me, don't you?"
"NO. Just because I had a moment of weakness and slept with you doesn't mean..."
I winkled my nose at that. He's so in denial. "You want me to be your lover. Otherwise you wouldn't be turning pink right now."
Bret finally gave up. "Go upstairs Shawn."
"FINE!" I shouted and walked up to the kitchen. He's so fucking stubborn. Being naked isn't going to do it... I went upstars to Owen's room, and looked around. I pulled out a box from underneath the bed and grinned. Everyone had one of these handy little boxes- gay, bi, or straight.
Bret's POV
I went upstairs to use the phone in Owen's kitchen. I needed to talk to some one, NOT Owen, however. He'd ask 20 questions and would soon find out about the current state of his imported italian leather couch.
So I called my older brother, Dean. His wife picked up, and I waited for her to give the phone over. "Dean?! Oh thank god. I need to talk to you about something. I did something incredibly stupid. ...No, not that. I had sex with Shawn Michaels, damn it! .......... STOP LAUGHING, DAMNIT! ... Look. I need your help. He thinks we're lovers or something! ... DEAN! Please knock it off! ...Do you really think that's a great idea? What about dad? He's not going to be too hap-"
"Bret..." Shawn said cooing lightly.
"Not now, I'm on the phone."
I heard the sound of heels walking around the kitchen- and then I looked around. I dropped the phone to the ground. Shawn had on a pair of four inch stilettos, white frilly apron, and a small maid's fan shapped hat on his head. He had on fishnets too, with a garter belt. "Wuh... Whuh..." I stammered.
"Your brother has a naughty box. Just like every man... I needed something to wear, so I figured this would suffice." He smiled brushing a finger across his cherry red lips.
"The lipstick too?"
"Mmhmm." Shawn smiled and licked his lips. He sat down on my lap, taking out a feather duster and brushed my shoulders with it. "You look dusty, Bret."
I ignored the shivers coursing through my body. "I don't know how that could be."
He ignored my comment, playing with the feather dust, ghosting the tip across my chest. "So damn dusty..." I made a grab for it, but he was surprisingly too quick for me. He tucked it behind his back and grinned. "Kiss me."
Oh my god. This is not fair. Not only is he trying jis best to annoy me, he's trying his best to seduce me too. I leaned over and pecked him on the lips. "There. Now give it."
"Now tell me you're my boyfriend."
"THAT'S LUNACY! I DON'T THINK SO!"
Shawn whipped out the duster and shoved it in my face.
"I'M YOUR BOYFRIEND! I'M YOUR BOYFRIEND!"
"REALLY?! Ah Bret, you've made me so happy!" Shawn cried wrapping his arms around my neck. I glanced down at his plump ass, and at the big lacey bow that was tried around his waist as it bobbed up and down with his movements. Damn. I didn't it was possible to get this arroused again. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"My boyfriends get lots of sex..." Shawn said seductively twirling his hair in his finger. "Mmm... And since you're my boyfriend..." He got up on the table laying back and spreading his legs.
So maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. I put my hands on either side of him like before as I leaned over him. "You are so fucking hot- I can't believe I'm saying it... But yes, you are..."
Shawn grinned at me, pulling the front of his apron up. "Yes, I know I am."
Something from outside hit the door. I shot up, looking around. "What the hell is that?!" The door creaked open slowly. "Shawn... Stay here." I said quietly going over to the drawer and pulling out the butcher knife. I stalked over to the hallway peering down at the front door. It was open- and muddy prints were everywhere. "Shawn... Don't move... Someone's broken in." And I think I know who, too...
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 14
I groaned softly. I must have fallen asleep after...
Holy shit.
Did I really have sex with Shawn Michaels? No. I couldn't... I wouldn't-- I looked down to the sleeping blonde on my chest. I picked up the ends of my jersy to examine him and sighed.
Yeah, we had sex.
"Mmph. Hey..." Shawn stirred and then smiled up at me. "That was amazing Bret... The best sex I've had in along time... Infact, I wouldn't mind if you kidnapped me to make me your backwoods bride now."
Ugh. I gave Shawn pleasure. And now I think he likes me. "...Get off me. And take off my jersy, I have to go get that cleaned." I am so stupid. How could I do something that idiotic? Having sex with Shawn Michaels... That has to be the dumbest thing I've ever done.
Shawn skimmed off my jersy- grinning to me. Oh yeah, I forgot. He was naked under there!
God damn it! I'm hard again. I snatched the jersy from him, along with my boxers and put them on. I walked down the stairs to the laundry room to try and save what's left of my jersy- If anything.
Shawn's POV
I watched Bret leave, then blushed. Oh my god... Bret is amazing. I can't believe it. Wow. I wonder if this means we're going out now? Normally I wait until we've had one date before getting to the good stuff, but... He kidnapped me. I guess that counts as one date in some way. Shawn Michaels and Bret Hart. Maybe even Shawn Micahels Hart one day. Yes that has a nice ring to it. I could see my self marrying Bret one day- Come on, people! Anyone who can please a person like that is the type of person you sink your claws into and never let go.
I'm just going to have to make him see how much he likes me inside. I know he does. How could he not? I mean, I'm Shawn Michaels, baby! He's gotta love me somewhere in there. But how do you get a man like Bret to admit it?
Maybe I should just walk around naked. Ususally that works pretty well... Hm, but this is Bret. This may call for simple seduction. However, this could prove to be difficult, considering there are no clothes for me to wear. I took Brets discarded shorts and put them on. They slid down my waist, barely clinging to my hips. I went downstairs to the laundry room, finding Bret sulking against the washing machine. "What's the matter- wasn't I good enough?"
"Why are you wearing my shorts?" He asked flatly. Should've expected that from him.
"Because I can't find anything else to wear."
"Well take them off so I can wash that too when Owen's laundry is finally done."
"Fine." I murmured slipping out of them. I watched his eyes widdened again and smirked. "You like me, don't you?"
"NO. Just because I had a moment of weakness and slept with you doesn't mean..."
I winkled my nose at that. He's so in denial. "You want me to be your lover. Otherwise you wouldn't be turning pink right now."
Bret finally gave up. "Go upstairs Shawn."
"FINE!" I shouted and walked up to the kitchen. He's so fucking stubborn. Being naked isn't going to do it... I went upstars to Owen's room, and looked around. I pulled out a box from underneath the bed and grinned. Everyone had one of these handy little boxes- gay, bi, or straight.
Bret's POV
I went upstairs to use the phone in Owen's kitchen. I needed to talk to some one, NOT Owen, however. He'd ask 20 questions and would soon find out about the current state of his imported italian leather couch.
So I called my older brother, Dean. His wife picked up, and I waited for her to give the phone over. "Dean?! Oh thank god. I need to talk to you about something. I did something incredibly stupid. ...No, not that. I had sex with Shawn Michaels, damn it! .......... STOP LAUGHING, DAMNIT! ... Look. I need your help. He thinks we're lovers or something! ... DEAN! Please knock it off! ...Do you really think that's a great idea? What about dad? He's not going to be too hap-"
"Bret..." Shawn said cooing lightly.
"Not now, I'm on the phone."
I heard the sound of heels walking around the kitchen- and then I looked around. I dropped the phone to the ground. Shawn had on a pair of four inch stilettos, white frilly apron, and a small maid's fan shapped hat on his head. He had on fishnets too, with a garter belt. "Wuh... Whuh..." I stammered.
"Your brother has a naughty box. Just like every man... I needed something to wear, so I figured this would suffice." He smiled brushing a finger across his cherry red lips.
"The lipstick too?"
"Mmhmm." Shawn smiled and licked his lips. He sat down on my lap, taking out a feather duster and brushed my shoulders with it. "You look dusty, Bret."
I ignored the shivers coursing through my body. "I don't know how that could be."
He ignored my comment, playing with the feather dust, ghosting the tip across my chest. "So damn dusty..." I made a grab for it, but he was surprisingly too quick for me. He tucked it behind his back and grinned. "Kiss me."
Oh my god. This is not fair. Not only is he trying jis best to annoy me, he's trying his best to seduce me too. I leaned over and pecked him on the lips. "There. Now give it."
"Now tell me you're my boyfriend."
"THAT'S LUNACY! I DON'T THINK SO!"
Shawn whipped out the duster and shoved it in my face.
"I'M YOUR BOYFRIEND! I'M YOUR BOYFRIEND!"
"REALLY?! Ah Bret, you've made me so happy!" Shawn cried wrapping his arms around my neck. I glanced down at his plump ass, and at the big lacey bow that was tried around his waist as it bobbed up and down with his movements. Damn. I didn't it was possible to get this arroused again. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"My boyfriends get lots of sex..." Shawn said seductively twirling his hair in his finger. "Mmm... And since you're my boyfriend..." He got up on the table laying back and spreading his legs.
So maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. I put my hands on either side of him like before as I leaned over him. "You are so fucking hot- I can't believe I'm saying it... But yes, you are..."
Shawn grinned at me, pulling the front of his apron up. "Yes, I know I am."
Something from outside hit the door. I shot up, looking around. "What the hell is that?!" The door creaked open slowly. "Shawn... Stay here." I said quietly going over to the drawer and pulling out the butcher knife. I stalked over to the hallway peering down at the front door. It was open- and muddy prints were everywhere. "Shawn... Don't move... Someone's broken in." And I think I know who, too...