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 20
I woke up the next morning. Shawn was still asleep, much to my dismay. I nuzzled his neck and nibbled at his ear lobe. He grunted and attempted to hit me in the side.
"Stoph... I'm tirned Bref..."
I wondered if thats what I sounded like when I was in the hospital with that LOVELY bout of peach caused allergic reactions. "Come on, wake up." I said shaking him gently. "Please."
"Whhyy..." He groaned into the pillow, shooting me the finger. "I hate you."
"Too bad, because I love you."
"What?" He asked sitting straight up and staring at me with wide eyes.
OH GOD. Did I just say I loved him? Oh fuck. I don't love him. It's too early... "I said I love you in the morning." I stammered quickly. Why did I say that? I can't love him- I can't... I don't love people romantically, it's just too damn painful.
"Really..?" Shawn blushed twirling his fingers in the strands of his hair that framed his face. "Thank you, Bret.. That's really sweet..." Shawn smiled and wrapped his arms around my neck.
"Yuck- morning breath." I teased biting his nose.
Shawn growled softly and pushed me away. "Jerk."
I laid back on the bed and stretched, watching Shawn get up and make a bee line for the bathroom. I figured I'd let him go first, since I've stolen the bathroom first the whole entire time we've been traveling together. Hey- I don't want to wait an hour for him to finish primping and whatever. He's probably going to use all the hot water up in the shower too, but I didn't really care.
After all, what mattered now was this 'I love you' crap. That just came spewing out of my mouth- almost as if it came naturally. Scary huh? No no no no. Bret Hart loves no one. NO ONE. Not my old girlfriends, my old boyfriends- AND DEFINATELY NOT SHAWN MICHAELS. Sure, I like how he laughs... His little smile.. That cute way he twirls a strand of hair in his fingers... And how he fights we with me. I like that best of all; and to think once I hated how fiesty he is. And arrogant. And demanding. And a prima donna... Gee, what amazing wonders sex can do to change a man's thinking.
I folded my hands behind my head and sighed. Yeah, slip of the tongue- that must be it. Deciding that it might be more fun and time better spent if I snuck into the shower with Shawn. I undressed quickly and crept in behind him- much to his delight.
God, I've never had so much sex in one morning before. We must have done it three or four times in the shower, then twice on the broken bed. I wanted to wear him out a little, so that he'd sleep all the way to Calgary and when I got him home. A sleeping Shawn would be much easier to sneak in.
He was indeed sleeping, passed out in the passanger's side. I smiled when I looked over at him, mumbling something about ass pain- Hm... wonder what that could be from? I snicker softly and turn down the radio.
About an hour or so later, I felt his head press up against the side of my arm. "You awake?"
"Yeah..." He mumbled snuggling against me more. "Pull over, Bret."
"AGAIN?" I asked incredously. "Shawn, we've done it six times already today! Isn't that enough?!"
"Not for that! I just want you to sleep with me in the back like we did before..."
"Sorry baby, I can't. We've still got three hours to go before we're in Calgary. We can sleep when we get there..."
Shawn pouted softly and turned away from me. "FINE..."
"Don't get huffy with me. Huffy only gets you a spanking."
After a few minutes of silence, he raised the hem of the dress to over his hips to show off his bare ass. "...Maybe I want a spanking."
I glanced over too long and had to swerve to avoid hitting a semi. "Don't do that when I'm driving!"
"Sorry."
"...No you're not. You're hardly ever sorry." I said and rolled my eyes. "If you were you would have pushed down that skirt by now."
"I still want a spanking."
"I know." Like I know he knows that because of what he just said, I'm hard. I don't think I can do another round. I'm not a machine, damn it!
Shawn turned to face me, sitting up. "And you're wrong."
"Oh am I?" I asked curiously, but not taking my eyes off the road.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about a lot of things... Like what I did to the Canadian flag at Survivor Series."
"You mean fornicating with it." I said bitterly.
"...Yeah... I didn't want to do it, it was stupid and wrong. Vince thought it would be a good idea, and I went with it. I'm sorry I did it. I just was mad..."
He sounded so sincere, that the second I did look over at him, I saw tears forming in his eyes. "Why were you mad?" I pressed, knowing that what ever he had to say must be pretty hard for him but... Aw hell, it's fucking hard enough to forgive him for the flag defileing, he at least better have a good reason behind it.
"Because you were leaving! As much as I tried to hate you, I still... liked you... You were funny, nice... Hell, you even were nice to me a few weeks ago, saying that you'd never hurt me when you were going to put me over... But I couldn't face it, I didn't want you to go so I lashed out. I didn't want you to go... I figured if I made you mad enough, that you'd want to come back and fight with me some more. Anything to keep you in the WWF with me... But I guess that aint happening, huh?"
God, what the hell do you say after that? I shifted uncomfortably and glanced over at him again. He was rubbing at his eyes with the bottoms of his palms furiously. He was crying. I pulled the car off the road again and reached over to brush the tears away. "Shh. Don't cry..."
Shawn burried his head in my shoulder and sobbed softly. His warm tears soaked through my tee shirt. "Don't go Bret, please don't go..."
"I ain't going anywhere... I'm right here with you. And when this buisness with the Undertaker is over, I'll be here with you. I may not be in the same fed traveling around with you anymore, but I'll still be your boyfriend..."
"I want you to be with me all the time! I don't want you to be with you SOME of the time..."
I stroked his back gently, not knowing what to do. Shawn was getting pretty serious here, and I really wanted to run out the door. But still, words kept tumbling out of my mouth that I couldn't help. "We can call up a promoter for the WCW. I'm sure they'll hire you..."
"Really? You still want to work with me?" Shawn asked excitedly, picking up his head to look at me.
No. NO YOU IDIOT! DON'T SAY YES! Shawn's a prima donna and a diva to work with! He complains constantly! Yeah, he's a great fuck, and yeah I like him a lot, BUT NO MEANS NO to working with him. Come on, just say it. Be a man and tell him. N O. "Sure, I'd love to work with you some more..."
Idiot. You just can't say no to a pretty face- well one belonging to a man whom you're currently fucking. Damn I'm screwed.
"That makes me so happy, Bret!!" He exclaimed and started kissing me again.
I pushed away from him after a few moments. We had to keep moving, here! "You're gonna stop crying, right?" I hate it when people cry. It drives me crazy.
"Yeah, I'll stop." Shawn smiled and hugged my arm.
"Good." Driving with him glued to me wasn't the easiest thing in the universe. But some how I made it all the way to Calgary with him like that. I drove a bit past the city, up into the secluded area that I had spent my childhood in. And when I saw that house... Something I would have been more than estatic to see...
I felt like I was going to puke. Shawn was going to be torn up the second he set foot in the Hart house, and there was little I could do about it.
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
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 20
I woke up the next morning. Shawn was still asleep, much to my dismay. I nuzzled his neck and nibbled at his ear lobe. He grunted and attempted to hit me in the side.
"Stoph... I'm tirned Bref..."
I wondered if thats what I sounded like when I was in the hospital with that LOVELY bout of peach caused allergic reactions. "Come on, wake up." I said shaking him gently. "Please."
"Whhyy..." He groaned into the pillow, shooting me the finger. "I hate you."
"Too bad, because I love you."
"What?" He asked sitting straight up and staring at me with wide eyes.
OH GOD. Did I just say I loved him? Oh fuck. I don't love him. It's too early... "I said I love you in the morning." I stammered quickly. Why did I say that? I can't love him- I can't... I don't love people romantically, it's just too damn painful.
"Really..?" Shawn blushed twirling his fingers in the strands of his hair that framed his face. "Thank you, Bret.. That's really sweet..." Shawn smiled and wrapped his arms around my neck.
"Yuck- morning breath." I teased biting his nose.
Shawn growled softly and pushed me away. "Jerk."
I laid back on the bed and stretched, watching Shawn get up and make a bee line for the bathroom. I figured I'd let him go first, since I've stolen the bathroom first the whole entire time we've been traveling together. Hey- I don't want to wait an hour for him to finish primping and whatever. He's probably going to use all the hot water up in the shower too, but I didn't really care.
After all, what mattered now was this 'I love you' crap. That just came spewing out of my mouth- almost as if it came naturally. Scary huh? No no no no. Bret Hart loves no one. NO ONE. Not my old girlfriends, my old boyfriends- AND DEFINATELY NOT SHAWN MICHAELS. Sure, I like how he laughs... His little smile.. That cute way he twirls a strand of hair in his fingers... And how he fights we with me. I like that best of all; and to think once I hated how fiesty he is. And arrogant. And demanding. And a prima donna... Gee, what amazing wonders sex can do to change a man's thinking.
I folded my hands behind my head and sighed. Yeah, slip of the tongue- that must be it. Deciding that it might be more fun and time better spent if I snuck into the shower with Shawn. I undressed quickly and crept in behind him- much to his delight.
God, I've never had so much sex in one morning before. We must have done it three or four times in the shower, then twice on the broken bed. I wanted to wear him out a little, so that he'd sleep all the way to Calgary and when I got him home. A sleeping Shawn would be much easier to sneak in.
He was indeed sleeping, passed out in the passanger's side. I smiled when I looked over at him, mumbling something about ass pain- Hm... wonder what that could be from? I snicker softly and turn down the radio.
About an hour or so later, I felt his head press up against the side of my arm. "You awake?"
"Yeah..." He mumbled snuggling against me more. "Pull over, Bret."
"AGAIN?" I asked incredously. "Shawn, we've done it six times already today! Isn't that enough?!"
"Not for that! I just want you to sleep with me in the back like we did before..."
"Sorry baby, I can't. We've still got three hours to go before we're in Calgary. We can sleep when we get there..."
Shawn pouted softly and turned away from me. "FINE..."
"Don't get huffy with me. Huffy only gets you a spanking."
After a few minutes of silence, he raised the hem of the dress to over his hips to show off his bare ass. "...Maybe I want a spanking."
I glanced over too long and had to swerve to avoid hitting a semi. "Don't do that when I'm driving!"
"Sorry."
"...No you're not. You're hardly ever sorry." I said and rolled my eyes. "If you were you would have pushed down that skirt by now."
"I still want a spanking."
"I know." Like I know he knows that because of what he just said, I'm hard. I don't think I can do another round. I'm not a machine, damn it!
Shawn turned to face me, sitting up. "And you're wrong."
"Oh am I?" I asked curiously, but not taking my eyes off the road.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about a lot of things... Like what I did to the Canadian flag at Survivor Series."
"You mean fornicating with it." I said bitterly.
"...Yeah... I didn't want to do it, it was stupid and wrong. Vince thought it would be a good idea, and I went with it. I'm sorry I did it. I just was mad..."
He sounded so sincere, that the second I did look over at him, I saw tears forming in his eyes. "Why were you mad?" I pressed, knowing that what ever he had to say must be pretty hard for him but... Aw hell, it's fucking hard enough to forgive him for the flag defileing, he at least better have a good reason behind it.
"Because you were leaving! As much as I tried to hate you, I still... liked you... You were funny, nice... Hell, you even were nice to me a few weeks ago, saying that you'd never hurt me when you were going to put me over... But I couldn't face it, I didn't want you to go so I lashed out. I didn't want you to go... I figured if I made you mad enough, that you'd want to come back and fight with me some more. Anything to keep you in the WWF with me... But I guess that aint happening, huh?"
God, what the hell do you say after that? I shifted uncomfortably and glanced over at him again. He was rubbing at his eyes with the bottoms of his palms furiously. He was crying. I pulled the car off the road again and reached over to brush the tears away. "Shh. Don't cry..."
Shawn burried his head in my shoulder and sobbed softly. His warm tears soaked through my tee shirt. "Don't go Bret, please don't go..."
"I ain't going anywhere... I'm right here with you. And when this buisness with the Undertaker is over, I'll be here with you. I may not be in the same fed traveling around with you anymore, but I'll still be your boyfriend..."
"I want you to be with me all the time! I don't want you to be with you SOME of the time..."
I stroked his back gently, not knowing what to do. Shawn was getting pretty serious here, and I really wanted to run out the door. But still, words kept tumbling out of my mouth that I couldn't help. "We can call up a promoter for the WCW. I'm sure they'll hire you..."
"Really? You still want to work with me?" Shawn asked excitedly, picking up his head to look at me.
No. NO YOU IDIOT! DON'T SAY YES! Shawn's a prima donna and a diva to work with! He complains constantly! Yeah, he's a great fuck, and yeah I like him a lot, BUT NO MEANS NO to working with him. Come on, just say it. Be a man and tell him. N O. "Sure, I'd love to work with you some more..."
Idiot. You just can't say no to a pretty face- well one belonging to a man whom you're currently fucking. Damn I'm screwed.
"That makes me so happy, Bret!!" He exclaimed and started kissing me again.
I pushed away from him after a few moments. We had to keep moving, here! "You're gonna stop crying, right?" I hate it when people cry. It drives me crazy.
"Yeah, I'll stop." Shawn smiled and hugged my arm.
"Good." Driving with him glued to me wasn't the easiest thing in the universe. But some how I made it all the way to Calgary with him like that. I drove a bit past the city, up into the secluded area that I had spent my childhood in. And when I saw that house... Something I would have been more than estatic to see...
I felt like I was going to puke. Shawn was going to be torn up the second he set foot in the Hart house, and there was little I could do about it.
TBC