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
AN: In real life, Shawn can cook damn well or so I've heard... Even has a recipe for something in some book... BUT THIS IS FANFICTION!!! :)
Chapter 19
Bret's POV
Oh how great. Just when we were getting niiiiice and cozy, some one interupts us. I pulled on the clothes finding the pants to be a bit too big, and the shirt a bit too small. Infact, I was personally terrified to breathe too much. The shirt woulda burst open along my muscles.
"Should I?" Shawn asked putting his hand on the knob.
"Yeah, might as well." I sighed. "Best make it nice with the locals- don't want to seem rude now."
"Right..." And as soon as Shawn opened it, in they came barreling through. And then, my defnition of hick became a reality. The woman wore shiney spandex stirup pants- seafoam in color- with one of those bee hive hair doos. The man had bigger knockers resting over an enormous beer belly, which was all stetched WAY too thin over a thin tee shirt.
"Well howwwdy dooo!" The woman said taking Shawn's hands. "And ain't you a pretty little thing?"
Shawn smiled and nodded. "Why thank you!"
"My name's Charleene, and this here is my husband Hank!"
"Hey Hank, Charleene...." I gave a fake smile.
"Aren't you two just the cutest couple? Ya married?"
"Ummm...." I smiled and looked to Shawn for help.
"Why yes! Just got married yesterday in fact."
Charleene squealed and grabbed Shawn and me in a tight hug. Ugh. Cigarettes and cheap perfume are not this woman's friend. "Ohhh HOW SWEET! And what your names, honies?"
"Well, I'm Shauna Lee... and my husband's name is-"
"Jimbo Johnson, from Nashville." I said forcing myself not to roll my eyes. Oh god, it was hard though, as you can imagine.
"Jimbo's a fisherman." Shawn smiled taking my arm. "And I'm a home maker... I love my little JimJim soooo much." He grinned pinching my cheek roughly.
"Fisherman?" I whispered and raised my eyebrows.
Shawn shrugged and kissed my shoulder. "Well... As a couple of newlyweds... We'd love some time to ourselves..."
"Oh... Oh sure!" Charleene smiled and tugged on Hank's meaty arm. "Come on, Hank." She hissed and pulled him away. As soon as they left, I double locked the door and shut the curtains over.
"Well JimJim, I think it's time for you and me to mosey down to the bedroom and make like newlyweds..." Shawn grinned and looped his arms around my neck.
"Yeah, Shauna Lee." I grinned back, running my hands over his backside. I swooped him up into my arms, carrying him over to the bed. I tossed him on the bed, and jumped on top of him. We started kissing, and when I shifted- down went the bed.
"Uh...! GOD DAMN IT!" Shawn shouted and punched the mattress.
"Guess it looks like we're out of luck. The fates just don't want us to have sex." I grumbled miserably. "It's alright- We'll manage." I said running my hand up his leg and into his dress. "I guess what we did in the car will have to last while we're at my parent's house."
"...I can't wait that long!! What's wrong with having sex at your parent's house?"
Oh, just about everything. "Okay, my dad has the best set of ears this side of Canada... We can't do it with out being mortally injuried."
Shawn pouted, playing with my hair a little. "No sex in the dungeon?"
"...Uh..." That was a sexy image... Shawn bent over the ropes, me behind him, IN THE DUNGEON OF ALL PLACES!! "If we can work it... I'm perfectly okay with that."
He smirked, groaning a little when I started kissing his neck, suckling on that mark I made. "Damn... Oh..... Bret... Sucking on my neck like that hurts...!"
"Reinforcing my mark. Letting everyone know that you're mine..." I smiled stroking his scrotum gently.
"B-Bret!"
"Shh. We gotta get outta here ASAP in the morning." I whispered, nuzzling his hair gently.
"You're cruel." Shawn whimpered.
I grinned. "I know. I'll stop playing with you." I took my hand out of his skirt and threw my leg over his waist. "Good night."
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
AN: In real life, Shawn can cook damn well or so I've heard... Even has a recipe for something in some book... BUT THIS IS FANFICTION!!! :)
Chapter 19
Bret's POV
Oh how great. Just when we were getting niiiiice and cozy, some one interupts us. I pulled on the clothes finding the pants to be a bit too big, and the shirt a bit too small. Infact, I was personally terrified to breathe too much. The shirt woulda burst open along my muscles.
"Should I?" Shawn asked putting his hand on the knob.
"Yeah, might as well." I sighed. "Best make it nice with the locals- don't want to seem rude now."
"Right..." And as soon as Shawn opened it, in they came barreling through. And then, my defnition of hick became a reality. The woman wore shiney spandex stirup pants- seafoam in color- with one of those bee hive hair doos. The man had bigger knockers resting over an enormous beer belly, which was all stetched WAY too thin over a thin tee shirt.
"Well howwwdy dooo!" The woman said taking Shawn's hands. "And ain't you a pretty little thing?"
Shawn smiled and nodded. "Why thank you!"
"My name's Charleene, and this here is my husband Hank!"
"Hey Hank, Charleene...." I gave a fake smile.
"Aren't you two just the cutest couple? Ya married?"
"Ummm...." I smiled and looked to Shawn for help.
"Why yes! Just got married yesterday in fact."
Charleene squealed and grabbed Shawn and me in a tight hug. Ugh. Cigarettes and cheap perfume are not this woman's friend. "Ohhh HOW SWEET! And what your names, honies?"
"Well, I'm Shauna Lee... and my husband's name is-"
"Jimbo Johnson, from Nashville." I said forcing myself not to roll my eyes. Oh god, it was hard though, as you can imagine.
"Jimbo's a fisherman." Shawn smiled taking my arm. "And I'm a home maker... I love my little JimJim soooo much." He grinned pinching my cheek roughly.
"Fisherman?" I whispered and raised my eyebrows.
Shawn shrugged and kissed my shoulder. "Well... As a couple of newlyweds... We'd love some time to ourselves..."
"Oh... Oh sure!" Charleene smiled and tugged on Hank's meaty arm. "Come on, Hank." She hissed and pulled him away. As soon as they left, I double locked the door and shut the curtains over.
"Well JimJim, I think it's time for you and me to mosey down to the bedroom and make like newlyweds..." Shawn grinned and looped his arms around my neck.
"Yeah, Shauna Lee." I grinned back, running my hands over his backside. I swooped him up into my arms, carrying him over to the bed. I tossed him on the bed, and jumped on top of him. We started kissing, and when I shifted- down went the bed.
"Uh...! GOD DAMN IT!" Shawn shouted and punched the mattress.
"Guess it looks like we're out of luck. The fates just don't want us to have sex." I grumbled miserably. "It's alright- We'll manage." I said running my hand up his leg and into his dress. "I guess what we did in the car will have to last while we're at my parent's house."
"...I can't wait that long!! What's wrong with having sex at your parent's house?"
Oh, just about everything. "Okay, my dad has the best set of ears this side of Canada... We can't do it with out being mortally injuried."
Shawn pouted, playing with my hair a little. "No sex in the dungeon?"
"...Uh..." That was a sexy image... Shawn bent over the ropes, me behind him, IN THE DUNGEON OF ALL PLACES!! "If we can work it... I'm perfectly okay with that."
He smirked, groaning a little when I started kissing his neck, suckling on that mark I made. "Damn... Oh..... Bret... Sucking on my neck like that hurts...!"
"Reinforcing my mark. Letting everyone know that you're mine..." I smiled stroking his scrotum gently.
"B-Bret!"
"Shh. We gotta get outta here ASAP in the morning." I whispered, nuzzling his hair gently.
"You're cruel." Shawn whimpered.
I grinned. "I know. I'll stop playing with you." I took my hand out of his skirt and threw my leg over his waist. "Good night."