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 17
I came back to the car, carrying some clothing in my arms. The motel owner and his daughter were nice enough to let me and my 'wife' have some old clothes after we were 'mugged' and left naked in a parking lot. Good thing- because I haven't got any other clothes. They're all currently sitting in my brother's bedroom, with everything else important. Like my mind, for example. I take one look at Shawn in fishnets and I'm diving head first into the deep end. I've never been so... uh... God, I just don't know. What is it about Shawn that turns me into a sexual Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde anyway? Maybe because he's a slut. Yeah, that's it! He's a dirty whore and god, I'm attracted to him because of it! ...Fuck. Do I want to change him and make him not a slut? What the hell is wrong me... Apparently a lot because I admited I liked Shawn Michaels. In front of Shawn Michaels. And now the little bastard is gonna try and control me. I can see it happening and I bet you all 20 bucks that it's going to.
"Hey, they let us borrow some clothes." I said opening the door and tossed a pile back to him.
"How wonderful of them..." Shawn grumbled.
"Come on, get outta there."
He raised his leg up in the air- and if I haven't ducked I would've gotten a stiletto heel in the face. "Pull me, you fucked me so hard I can't god damn move very well!"
"Baby." I muttered dragging him out of the car. Though I did feel kind of bad... "Can you walk?"
"In stilettos?!"
"....You were running faster than me in those things when the Undertaker showed up!!" I said incredously. Okay, I've never worn stilettos, nor will I EVER... But it sure does look like Shawn has. Hell, I'd shake hands with anyone who can stand in heels that high.
"You don't walk in stilettos. You run and spint and hope to all hell that you don't fall over."
"Fine..." I grumbled and helped him into the motel room. It was quite large- even had a kitchen in it. "Hey- this isn't too bad."
Shawn collapsed on the couch, hugging the clothes to his chest. "Yeah, not bad. Ugh... help me get these damn things off..!" He groaned helplessly.
Rolling my eyes, I unclipped the little buckles off of his ankles, pulling his feet out of them. Unconciously I began to rub his ankles after feeling how swollen the joints were. "I'm sorry about in the car yesterday. I didn't mean to be so rough with you..." I said as I began to rub his calves slowly. "I think it was the stockings and garter belt. For some reason that just set something off in me."
"Uhh Bret... That feels good..."
"Of course, you forget who my dad is Shawn. After training in the dungeon, he showed me more than a few things on how to get muscle aches well taken care of..." Rubbing his leg through those damn fishnets was getting damn arrousing. I had to take those off before I got too aroused. I reached up his hips and uncliped the stockings from the garter belt. I pulled that down too- just incase.
"Hey, let me help you with that." Shawn said slipping the top part of the stocking slowly down his shapely leg. "Better...?"
"Much." I grinned grabbing the top of the other one with my teeth. "You forgot about this one." I pulled that one down, running my hands down the back of his thigh.
"Bret..!" He breathed sharply, looking at me with wide eyes.
"What?"
"That feels good- Don't stop." He urged whineing a little.
So I didn't. I kept my hands on thighs, squeezing them as I slid on top of him again. We started kissing; soft at first- moving our way up to passionate. Why the hell can't I stop touching this man? Is it lust? Years of built up aggression...? Have I gone insane? Yes, maybe. I decided to go with it, my hands roaming his spry body. Shawn wasn't built like I was- and hell, I sure didn't mind. He felt good around me- his skin under mind hands, my cock burried deep inside him. I pulled away from his mouth, making my way to his neck. I started biting and nipping at the flesh, making a small mark there. I had to claim him- he was mine. All mine.
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 17
I came back to the car, carrying some clothing in my arms. The motel owner and his daughter were nice enough to let me and my 'wife' have some old clothes after we were 'mugged' and left naked in a parking lot. Good thing- because I haven't got any other clothes. They're all currently sitting in my brother's bedroom, with everything else important. Like my mind, for example. I take one look at Shawn in fishnets and I'm diving head first into the deep end. I've never been so... uh... God, I just don't know. What is it about Shawn that turns me into a sexual Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde anyway? Maybe because he's a slut. Yeah, that's it! He's a dirty whore and god, I'm attracted to him because of it! ...Fuck. Do I want to change him and make him not a slut? What the hell is wrong me... Apparently a lot because I admited I liked Shawn Michaels. In front of Shawn Michaels. And now the little bastard is gonna try and control me. I can see it happening and I bet you all 20 bucks that it's going to.
"Hey, they let us borrow some clothes." I said opening the door and tossed a pile back to him.
"How wonderful of them..." Shawn grumbled.
"Come on, get outta there."
He raised his leg up in the air- and if I haven't ducked I would've gotten a stiletto heel in the face. "Pull me, you fucked me so hard I can't god damn move very well!"
"Baby." I muttered dragging him out of the car. Though I did feel kind of bad... "Can you walk?"
"In stilettos?!"
"....You were running faster than me in those things when the Undertaker showed up!!" I said incredously. Okay, I've never worn stilettos, nor will I EVER... But it sure does look like Shawn has. Hell, I'd shake hands with anyone who can stand in heels that high.
"You don't walk in stilettos. You run and spint and hope to all hell that you don't fall over."
"Fine..." I grumbled and helped him into the motel room. It was quite large- even had a kitchen in it. "Hey- this isn't too bad."
Shawn collapsed on the couch, hugging the clothes to his chest. "Yeah, not bad. Ugh... help me get these damn things off..!" He groaned helplessly.
Rolling my eyes, I unclipped the little buckles off of his ankles, pulling his feet out of them. Unconciously I began to rub his ankles after feeling how swollen the joints were. "I'm sorry about in the car yesterday. I didn't mean to be so rough with you..." I said as I began to rub his calves slowly. "I think it was the stockings and garter belt. For some reason that just set something off in me."
"Uhh Bret... That feels good..."
"Of course, you forget who my dad is Shawn. After training in the dungeon, he showed me more than a few things on how to get muscle aches well taken care of..." Rubbing his leg through those damn fishnets was getting damn arrousing. I had to take those off before I got too aroused. I reached up his hips and uncliped the stockings from the garter belt. I pulled that down too- just incase.
"Hey, let me help you with that." Shawn said slipping the top part of the stocking slowly down his shapely leg. "Better...?"
"Much." I grinned grabbing the top of the other one with my teeth. "You forgot about this one." I pulled that one down, running my hands down the back of his thigh.
"Bret..!" He breathed sharply, looking at me with wide eyes.
"What?"
"That feels good- Don't stop." He urged whineing a little.
So I didn't. I kept my hands on thighs, squeezing them as I slid on top of him again. We started kissing; soft at first- moving our way up to passionate. Why the hell can't I stop touching this man? Is it lust? Years of built up aggression...? Have I gone insane? Yes, maybe. I decided to go with it, my hands roaming his spry body. Shawn wasn't built like I was- and hell, I sure didn't mind. He felt good around me- his skin under mind hands, my cock burried deep inside him. I pulled away from his mouth, making my way to his neck. I started biting and nipping at the flesh, making a small mark there. I had to claim him- he was mine. All mine.
TBC