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 22
"SHAWN!!! SHAWN!!!" I shouted frantically. I tore through the woods, trying to find him as fast as I could. The sun was sinking fast, going just as my heart was beating. I ran down the path toward the closest road. I saw him sitting on the side, his head burried in his arms. "There you are..." I panted sitting down on the ground.
"I'm just going to go back home. I'll deal with the Undertaker by myself."
"No! I'm not letting that happen to you. You're my lover. My boyfriend..."
"Please Bret, go away. I'll just embaress you. Or get torn to shreds."
"No. You can't humilate me Shawn." Not anymore than you have, wether intentional or not... I thought reaching over to pull him close to me. "And if you do, I'll just get ya back." I kissed the side of his head and brushed my fingers through his long hair. "You drive me crazy, Shawn Michaels."
"And I love doing it."
"I know. Please come back with me to the house. You're freezing and I'm worried about you."
"Alright... Because you're worried about me." Shawn grined and bit down on the tip of my nose playfully.
"You love to bite big things, don't you."
"Well, I think you should know that by now." Shawn smiled wickedly at me, glancing down to my crotch, raised his eyebrows, winked and looked back up at me.
I blushed and stood up, helping him to his feet. "Now, don't do those kind of motions and not mean them..."
"And what makes you think I didn't mean them..."
I growled softly and pulled him into my arms. "Shawn, you know I'd like nothing more than to do that. But... We can't. Not while we're here. There is an army of nosey people and kids in that house. We'll be lucky to get a moment's peace."
Shawn pouted and kissed me slowly, running his tongue over my lips. I let him in, our tongues twining together in a desperate kiss. Probably our last one like this for a few days, anyway.
"Bret's got a giiirlfriend... Bret's got a girlfriiiend..."
Aw god damn it. That voice coming from the bushes would be the voice of my eldest brother, Dean. I broke away from Shawn squinting through the foliage at him.
"Actually the correct term would be-" Shawn began.
"Shawn Michaels!!" Dean exclaimed blinking in surprise.
"...I was going to say boyfriend. But Shawn Michaels would be a good answer too." Shawn grinned.
Dean looked slack jawed at me. I wasn't sure what to do so I merely shrugged. "What? I can't keep my hands off him. That's the truth." I grinned too, looping my arm around his waist. "He's my Tootsie."
"Tootsie?!" Shawn gave me one of those bitchy stares as we walked back with Dean to the house.
"Yeah- you know the movie. Guy dresses as a girl to get a part in a movie." Dean said looking over at Shawn. "Though... I'm not seeing you as a convincing girl here. You've got great legs, a top ten ass, fantastic-"
"Okay okay there Dean. That's enough." I muttered, my hand cupping his hip tighter. Dean always got all the great looking women. His wife is one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. Well Dean, I've got the best looking piece of ass this side of anywhere. Me. Bret Hart.
"Gettin' jealous?" Shawn asked and ran a hand up my chest. "Dean's a handsome man..."
Damn. He can read me like an open book. "Can you blame me?"
"Nope, I'm one hot babe." Shawn smirked. "Be jealous, I like it."
I kissed the side of his head, moving my arm from his waist to his shoulder so I could absently toy with his locks. I was pretty happy- I had a real babe of a boyfriend, and it appeared that DEAN was jealous of ME. Oh hell, I know it sounds silly for me to be acting like this, but everyone has an older sibling- and if not, has heard the stories... Well it's not fun, sometimes damnit! I had older sisters and brothers double teaming me all the time. God damn middle child area status...
"Dad know about this?"
Thank you Dean. Thank you for raining on my freaken' parade here. "...Uh..."
"I'm taking that as a no. How are you planning on telling him?"
"..... Um..."
"Well, I guess it shouldn't matter too much- I mean, he's got enough grand kids from me and the girls running around to start a small army. It shouldn't matter if you're gay, Bret."
"BI, Dean. I'm BI."
"Whatever. You're not with a woman are you?"
I looked to Shawn and surpressed a laugh. "I guess that kind of depends on how you look at it."
Shawn punched me in the gut. "Shut up!! Jerk."
I coughed and rubbed my stomach, growling softly. "Did you have to punch me in the stomach?! That thing you made me the other day's still inside! I don't want to revisit it!" I said angrily. Crap- I just admited that it was bad! Will that make him cry? I HATE IT WHEN HE CRIES! Better do some damage control. "...Because... It was too tasty... I think I would cry if I tasted it again... From how good it was..."
"Shove it- I know you didn't like it, you don't have to pretend to for my sake ya know."
"Oh thank god."
We were back infront of the house again, and I was stuck facing 4 familar problems. Telling dad I'm bi, telling him that Shawn's my lover, telling him why I kidnapped Shawn, and of course, getting Shawn down into the dungeon for a little extra special training. That was one I was more excited about than actually dreading, though.
I tugged on Shawn's arm, but he seemed rooted to the floor. "... Come on Shawn. Inside. Calgary winter and fall nights aren't the greatest things to be out in!"
"I think he scared of dad, Bret." Dean frowned looking at my frozen on the spot lover.
"Great... Gimme a hand here, please." I asked grabbing Shawn around his chest. "He's terrified and not gonna be fun to move..."
"Sure, not a problem." Dean grabbed Shawn by the legs, and together we brought him back inside- where the whole entire Hart clan was waiting in the kitchen.
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 22
"SHAWN!!! SHAWN!!!" I shouted frantically. I tore through the woods, trying to find him as fast as I could. The sun was sinking fast, going just as my heart was beating. I ran down the path toward the closest road. I saw him sitting on the side, his head burried in his arms. "There you are..." I panted sitting down on the ground.
"I'm just going to go back home. I'll deal with the Undertaker by myself."
"No! I'm not letting that happen to you. You're my lover. My boyfriend..."
"Please Bret, go away. I'll just embaress you. Or get torn to shreds."
"No. You can't humilate me Shawn." Not anymore than you have, wether intentional or not... I thought reaching over to pull him close to me. "And if you do, I'll just get ya back." I kissed the side of his head and brushed my fingers through his long hair. "You drive me crazy, Shawn Michaels."
"And I love doing it."
"I know. Please come back with me to the house. You're freezing and I'm worried about you."
"Alright... Because you're worried about me." Shawn grined and bit down on the tip of my nose playfully.
"You love to bite big things, don't you."
"Well, I think you should know that by now." Shawn smiled wickedly at me, glancing down to my crotch, raised his eyebrows, winked and looked back up at me.
I blushed and stood up, helping him to his feet. "Now, don't do those kind of motions and not mean them..."
"And what makes you think I didn't mean them..."
I growled softly and pulled him into my arms. "Shawn, you know I'd like nothing more than to do that. But... We can't. Not while we're here. There is an army of nosey people and kids in that house. We'll be lucky to get a moment's peace."
Shawn pouted and kissed me slowly, running his tongue over my lips. I let him in, our tongues twining together in a desperate kiss. Probably our last one like this for a few days, anyway.
"Bret's got a giiirlfriend... Bret's got a girlfriiiend..."
Aw god damn it. That voice coming from the bushes would be the voice of my eldest brother, Dean. I broke away from Shawn squinting through the foliage at him.
"Actually the correct term would be-" Shawn began.
"Shawn Michaels!!" Dean exclaimed blinking in surprise.
"...I was going to say boyfriend. But Shawn Michaels would be a good answer too." Shawn grinned.
Dean looked slack jawed at me. I wasn't sure what to do so I merely shrugged. "What? I can't keep my hands off him. That's the truth." I grinned too, looping my arm around his waist. "He's my Tootsie."
"Tootsie?!" Shawn gave me one of those bitchy stares as we walked back with Dean to the house.
"Yeah- you know the movie. Guy dresses as a girl to get a part in a movie." Dean said looking over at Shawn. "Though... I'm not seeing you as a convincing girl here. You've got great legs, a top ten ass, fantastic-"
"Okay okay there Dean. That's enough." I muttered, my hand cupping his hip tighter. Dean always got all the great looking women. His wife is one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. Well Dean, I've got the best looking piece of ass this side of anywhere. Me. Bret Hart.
"Gettin' jealous?" Shawn asked and ran a hand up my chest. "Dean's a handsome man..."
Damn. He can read me like an open book. "Can you blame me?"
"Nope, I'm one hot babe." Shawn smirked. "Be jealous, I like it."
I kissed the side of his head, moving my arm from his waist to his shoulder so I could absently toy with his locks. I was pretty happy- I had a real babe of a boyfriend, and it appeared that DEAN was jealous of ME. Oh hell, I know it sounds silly for me to be acting like this, but everyone has an older sibling- and if not, has heard the stories... Well it's not fun, sometimes damnit! I had older sisters and brothers double teaming me all the time. God damn middle child area status...
"Dad know about this?"
Thank you Dean. Thank you for raining on my freaken' parade here. "...Uh..."
"I'm taking that as a no. How are you planning on telling him?"
"..... Um..."
"Well, I guess it shouldn't matter too much- I mean, he's got enough grand kids from me and the girls running around to start a small army. It shouldn't matter if you're gay, Bret."
"BI, Dean. I'm BI."
"Whatever. You're not with a woman are you?"
I looked to Shawn and surpressed a laugh. "I guess that kind of depends on how you look at it."
Shawn punched me in the gut. "Shut up!! Jerk."
I coughed and rubbed my stomach, growling softly. "Did you have to punch me in the stomach?! That thing you made me the other day's still inside! I don't want to revisit it!" I said angrily. Crap- I just admited that it was bad! Will that make him cry? I HATE IT WHEN HE CRIES! Better do some damage control. "...Because... It was too tasty... I think I would cry if I tasted it again... From how good it was..."
"Shove it- I know you didn't like it, you don't have to pretend to for my sake ya know."
"Oh thank god."
We were back infront of the house again, and I was stuck facing 4 familar problems. Telling dad I'm bi, telling him that Shawn's my lover, telling him why I kidnapped Shawn, and of course, getting Shawn down into the dungeon for a little extra special training. That was one I was more excited about than actually dreading, though.
I tugged on Shawn's arm, but he seemed rooted to the floor. "... Come on Shawn. Inside. Calgary winter and fall nights aren't the greatest things to be out in!"
"I think he scared of dad, Bret." Dean frowned looking at my frozen on the spot lover.
"Great... Gimme a hand here, please." I asked grabbing Shawn around his chest. "He's terrified and not gonna be fun to move..."
"Sure, not a problem." Dean grabbed Shawn by the legs, and together we brought him back inside- where the whole entire Hart clan was waiting in the kitchen.
TBC