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 15
"Come out, you bastard!" I shouted. "Come out so I can kick your ass!"
Silence.
I frowned, following the muddy foot prints. They led me to the living room, through the dining room... and into the kitchen again. There was the Undertaker, stareing down at Shawn- whom had pushed himself back into a corner.
I watched in growing horror as the taller man reached down and hauled Shawn up to his feet. He leaned over, inhaleing the sweet scent of Shawn's hair.
Shawn quivered beneath him, bringing his arms up in attempts to protect himself. "Please don't..."
My feet felt cemented to the floor- I couldn't freaken' move! I was forced to watch helplessly as Taker brought his hand up to stroke Shawn's cheek slowly.
"Get away from him!" I shouted my anger taking over my thoughts.
Undertaker turned away from Shawn, cloak spirling around him. He gave me a dangerous look- and yeah I have to admit I am kinda terrified. But my heart was with Shawn. He needed me to protect him, damn it!
"Get away from him..." I hissed feeling a wave posession fill me. I wasn't going to let him take Shawn away. He was mine! All MINE!
Shawn slipped away from the tall man, and joined my side. I wrapped an arm tightly around his waist, uttering a low growl as I backed away slowly. I stared at him- never breaking my gaze. In a flash we were out the door, making a run for my car. I drove off in a panic, making good time down the street and to the interstate. I knew where I had to go, where we'd be safe.
My father's house. Okay, maybe I'D be safe. Shawn however was entering uncharted territory. He hadn't exactly impressed my dad with his whole sexy boy image and his lack of respect on and off camera for the Hart family. That... And I'm not too sure how well my dad will take to me having a boy toy of my own. ...Gee, I hoped I remembered to tell him I was bi. That'll make for interesting converstaion won't it? Hey dad! I'm great! Oh and by the way... I'm bisexual and Shawn thinks I'm his lover! yeah, that'll go over well... I might as well strap some red meat to Shawn and throw him to Terrible Ted, my father's wrestling bear. He'd be better off that way, I think.
"Where we goin'?"
"My parents house." I said the coloring draining from his face.
Shawn quieted and visably stiffened.
"I think this is the weekened we decorate the house for Christmas... The whole family'll be there. My seven brothers and four sisters... their kids..."
"Oh good... That sounds like fun!"
"My mom makes Christmas cookies, and all the girls and my brothers wives and girlfriends get in on it..."
A flicker of emotion crossed Shawn's face. "Does that mean... I get to make cookies too?"
"I guess.... you are kinda of my girlfriend..." Okay, that was just plain akward.
"Kinda...?"
"Do you want me to call you my 'girl'friend?"
Shawn gave me a flustered look. "I just want you to admit that you like me!"
"I do..." I said a little sheepishly.
"Say it then!!"
Oh god, why doesn't he just make me stab my hand? "I... um... I like... I... like... I... I..." I let out a chain of bizarre chain of ramblings.
Shawn ghosted his fingers up my leg, massaging the front of my boxers.
"I LIKE YOU!" I gasped. Damn it- forgot that we were both... Uh, really underdressed...
He hugged me, his bare ass raised up in the air. Okay, I've got the weirdest fetish for sexy underwear- because the combination of the garter belt, fishnets, Shawn's ass... And that weird posessive nature flareing up inside me ealier... I pulled off an exit ramp and on to a wooded street. "In the back seat..." I rasped.
"Wha..? Why?"
"Because I'm going to fuck your sweet little ass into the back seat so hard it's going to leave marks in your skin..."
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 15
"Come out, you bastard!" I shouted. "Come out so I can kick your ass!"
Silence.
I frowned, following the muddy foot prints. They led me to the living room, through the dining room... and into the kitchen again. There was the Undertaker, stareing down at Shawn- whom had pushed himself back into a corner.
I watched in growing horror as the taller man reached down and hauled Shawn up to his feet. He leaned over, inhaleing the sweet scent of Shawn's hair.
Shawn quivered beneath him, bringing his arms up in attempts to protect himself. "Please don't..."
My feet felt cemented to the floor- I couldn't freaken' move! I was forced to watch helplessly as Taker brought his hand up to stroke Shawn's cheek slowly.
"Get away from him!" I shouted my anger taking over my thoughts.
Undertaker turned away from Shawn, cloak spirling around him. He gave me a dangerous look- and yeah I have to admit I am kinda terrified. But my heart was with Shawn. He needed me to protect him, damn it!
"Get away from him..." I hissed feeling a wave posession fill me. I wasn't going to let him take Shawn away. He was mine! All MINE!
Shawn slipped away from the tall man, and joined my side. I wrapped an arm tightly around his waist, uttering a low growl as I backed away slowly. I stared at him- never breaking my gaze. In a flash we were out the door, making a run for my car. I drove off in a panic, making good time down the street and to the interstate. I knew where I had to go, where we'd be safe.
My father's house. Okay, maybe I'D be safe. Shawn however was entering uncharted territory. He hadn't exactly impressed my dad with his whole sexy boy image and his lack of respect on and off camera for the Hart family. That... And I'm not too sure how well my dad will take to me having a boy toy of my own. ...Gee, I hoped I remembered to tell him I was bi. That'll make for interesting converstaion won't it? Hey dad! I'm great! Oh and by the way... I'm bisexual and Shawn thinks I'm his lover! yeah, that'll go over well... I might as well strap some red meat to Shawn and throw him to Terrible Ted, my father's wrestling bear. He'd be better off that way, I think.
"Where we goin'?"
"My parents house." I said the coloring draining from his face.
Shawn quieted and visably stiffened.
"I think this is the weekened we decorate the house for Christmas... The whole family'll be there. My seven brothers and four sisters... their kids..."
"Oh good... That sounds like fun!"
"My mom makes Christmas cookies, and all the girls and my brothers wives and girlfriends get in on it..."
A flicker of emotion crossed Shawn's face. "Does that mean... I get to make cookies too?"
"I guess.... you are kinda of my girlfriend..." Okay, that was just plain akward.
"Kinda...?"
"Do you want me to call you my 'girl'friend?"
Shawn gave me a flustered look. "I just want you to admit that you like me!"
"I do..." I said a little sheepishly.
"Say it then!!"
Oh god, why doesn't he just make me stab my hand? "I... um... I like... I... like... I... I..." I let out a chain of bizarre chain of ramblings.
Shawn ghosted his fingers up my leg, massaging the front of my boxers.
"I LIKE YOU!" I gasped. Damn it- forgot that we were both... Uh, really underdressed...
He hugged me, his bare ass raised up in the air. Okay, I've got the weirdest fetish for sexy underwear- because the combination of the garter belt, fishnets, Shawn's ass... And that weird posessive nature flareing up inside me ealier... I pulled off an exit ramp and on to a wooded street. "In the back seat..." I rasped.
"Wha..? Why?"
"Because I'm going to fuck your sweet little ass into the back seat so hard it's going to leave marks in your skin..."