Chasing Shawn
Rating: NC-17- OR IT SHOULD BE... SIGH but I've been censored. so it's R.
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 16
Shawn clambered in the back seat of my car, falling on his back. I, however, was not so graceful. I toppled down on top of him, grabbing him in a rough kiss. My tongue shoved down his throat, claiming him as mine again.
His legs brushed against the sides of my thighs- the material of the fishnets making me groan in his mouth. I broke away, stareing down at him. He looked so damn hot in his little french maid costume... "Shawn..." I growled reaching in back of him to grab some of that lucious ass.
"Are you obessed with my ass or something?" Shawn asked with a grin.
"What do you think?" I growled nipping at him.
"Do you want me to take my stockings and garters off...?"
I smirked and shook my head. "No, keep those on."
"Bret, you kink you!" He giggled running his leg up my side slowly, placing it on my shoulder.
I kissed his leg, massaging the flesh beneath the fishnets. He whimpered beneath me, kicking the other leg up on my shoulder. I gripped the back of his thighs, squeezing and pinching them.
"Bret!!" He gasped and tried to break out of my grip. "That hurts!"
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It wasn't long before a motel came upon us. I reached in the back and grabbed a jacket and a spare pair of sneakers I kept for emergancy. Sure, I was about to go in there in the middle of November in boxers and a jacket, but so what? Money's money right? "Stay back there... I'll be back in a few minutes.""Ughnn... Like I have a freaken' choice! You fucked me so hard it hurts to move." He grumbled and turned away from me.
Shawn's POV-
I heard the car door shut and lock, making me jump a little. Okay, I'm kinda scared. I almost got molested by the Undertaker, and Bret's leaving me alone in the back seat of his stupid car. Smooth move. My ass was stinging- GOD why does it always hurt so fucking much after the fun?!
And what was the deal with making me beg like a whore and calling me bitch? I am not going to be Bret's bitch- OH NO. NEVER. NEEEEEEEEEEVER EEEEEEEEEEEVER. I'm going to show him who wears the pants in this relationship as soon as he gets back.
I tried to sit up, but found pain traveling through my body enough to make me stop trying to move. Alright.... So I'll get revenge AFTER the stinging goes away.
Yeah, and then he's really gonna be cryin'. I may like him enough to push things onto another level, but he's got to learn his place first!
TBC