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 24
Shawn and I tore downstairs like a pack of wild beasts. We ran through the kitchen, the parlor, the family room, and finally ended in the basement. The dungeon. We stopped on the first few steps... me catching Shawn around the waist so he wouldn't tumble. "Caught you."
"Jerk..." Shawn muttered looking back at him. "What's going on down there?"
"Huh... People in the dungeon... Come on, I'll show you what really goes on down here." Local guys come in... some run out screaming. We walked down the stairs, one guy by the stairs tried glancing up Shawn's skirt. I grabbed the excess material and pulled it toward me to prevent that from happening... When we reached the bottom, everyone in the room stopped and drooled. Some of them at the both of us- I know a few of them liked staring at me now and then. But when they got a load of Shawn... They were like a den of wolves.
My dad was wearing his powder blue tights, and a scowl. He strode over to me ande pulled me aside, leaving Shawn to the wolves. "I thought you were going to give him a change of clothes.... What were you two doing up in there?! You know I don't like funny buisness in my house.."
"We were talking." I said quickly.
"Mmm hmm... That Irish blood in your veins is making you blush... We'll talk about this later. Get your little hooche out of here before the boys decide to jump him."
"He's not a hooche." I grumbled beneath his breath. "Okay Shawn, let's get upstairs."
"Aw come on!" One of them protested. "How often do we get to see two WWF guys so close?! Can we get Shawn's autograph?"
I caught another one trying to lift Shawn's skirt up with a piece of wood. I growled softly and pulled him to me.
"You Canadians are fresh!" Shawn grinned in a flirtacious manner. "Or very grumpy."
I bit his bare shoulder playfully at that. "You make me grumpy."
I caught my father rolling his eyes- but then they sparkled lightly. Uh oh. He had something in mind... "I know. Bret, why don't you and Shawn show us some of the best talent that the WWF ever had in a falls count anywhere match?"
"Oh! I like that idea!" Shawn said excitedly. I wondered vaguely if he was trying to show my father that he was worth something... "Only thing is, can I borrow a pair of tights? I don't have anything with me, and I'm not wearing this stupid thing..."
"Shawn, you're in the right place to not have a pair of wrestling tights." Ross said slipping out of the ring. "Come on, I'll show you were we keep them."
"What about you, boy?"
"Gear's in the trunk- Dad, what are you up to?" I demanded.
"I want to see what my son's boyfriend's all about. What better of a way to tell than seeing him in action. And he better be damn good- I don't want you to hold anything back. Don't let him get away with the shit he does on television."
"Got it." I said miserably as I trudged upstairs. I came back down five minutes later, wearing my hitman gear. And there was Shawn wearing a pair of black tights and ring shoes, his hair pulled back into a ponytail.
We got into the ring- oh god, did I not want to do this. Shawn started things off with a few quick strikes. I knew him well by now- he was so tricky. Hard to read. Wild. And fucking fast! He fights like a cruiserweight with heavyweight grapples... He whipped me in to a corner, and started giving me those damn knife edged chops. I fuckin' hate those stupid Flair chops. They look goofy and hurt like hell. I elbowed him in the face, and DDTed him. I went to give him the sharpshooter, but with a well placed kick to the stomach, I stumbled back against the ropes. Damn Shawn, that hurt! He crawled up to his feet and looked like he was going to charge me. I waited till the last second to duck out of the way. I hadn't calculated what he was doing, I forgot he loved to fool me in the ring. When I didn't hear the sound of him hitting the mat, I turned around. He was hanging off the top rope by his hands and reached up with his feet. He caught me around the neck with his legs, pulling himself up on to my shoulders. Before I could even think about how to reverse it, my face met the mat.
I growled softly and swept my arm over, making contact with his ankles. He fell over and I jumped up, wasting no time in putting him in the sharpshooter. I had to hurt those legs of his to prevent him from being so quick. I pulled on him hard, knowing I'd have to make up for it later. Shawn howled in pain, thrashing around beneath me. I knew I had him- hell maybe I could even make him tap out right here and now.
He was in the hold for almost forty seconds now- a record. But he just wouldn't give up! And neither would I... I felt him raise up on his hands and kicked me right off. I got to my feet first, going for his legs again to finish him off. But he some how staggered to his feet, impressing everyone in the dungeon- I think even my dad. I reached out to grab his shoulder, but found a boot colliding with my chin. Oh god, I hate that move... I was seeing stars and colors exploding infront of my eyes... I heard him getting up on the turnbuckle and followed my instincts. I rolled out of the way. His body slapped against the mat, and I heard him growl in pain. I looked over and saw him holding his ribs and rolling around a little.
I crawled over to him and threw my arm over his torso. Ross slapped the mat 1, 2- Shawn pulled a shoulder off, making me growl in frustration. Shawn was a tough guy to knock down. I stood up, Shawn clawing his way up by holding onto my tights. He gave me a cocky smile- this wasn't over yet. He irished whipped me against the ropes, and as I lunged to counter him, he flipped me right over the ropes. I landed and rolled, cursing myself for misjudging that move. I looked up to see him climbing the turnbuckle again, and my jaw dropped. "NO SHAWN! DON'T!" I shouted and watched helplessly as he moonsaulted through the air off of the turnbuckle. I did my best to catch him, the force of his body knocking me over. I lay there stunned, unaware of what was going on, or me loosing the match.
I sat up after a minute or two of gaining my barrings and moved him off of me. "YOU IDIOT!" I yelled and shook him by his shoulders. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED IF I DIDN'T CATCH YOU?! YOU COULD HAVE BROKEN YOUR FOOL NECK!!!!!"
"...But you caught me." Shawn grinned. "Like I knew you would."
"You gotta stop putting your body on the line like that." I scolded and grabbed him by the chin. "You scare the crap outta me sometimes!"
Shawn pouted a little from me shouting at him. "Okay okay... I'll cut it out..."
"Fucking promise me, Shawn!!" I shouted and grabbed his hands. "Promise me!"
"I promise! Geez Bret you worry too much!" Shawn grabbed the edge of the ring and puuled himself up shakily to his feet. I got up too, cracking my jaw back into place. I put my arm around him, and finally noticed the people around us. I forgot that they were there. They came over to us, and my dad made his way over first.
"The kid has moxy." Was all he said patting my shoulder. "Moxy."
Shawn smiled broadly, and I kissed him on the cheek.
"He's got a whole lotta something. Of what, I'm not sure."
"Jerk." He teased and attempted to pull away. I pulled him up onto my shoulder and started up the stairs. "Guys, it was nice performing for you, but I think I'd better fix up Shawn here before I'm sleeping on the couch for the rest of the visit."
The guys all laughed and said their good byes. I carried him throught the kitchen, upstairs, and back to my room. I tossed him on the bed and before he could say another word, I was working on his legs.
"Goooooooooooooooooddddddddddddddddd........... Ummhhhmmm...." He moaned quietly. I squeezed his thighs, working out the damage I had broughten his beautiful legs. "Hm, your mothers, sisters, and sisters in law and I are going shopping tomorrow- considering I have no clothing here."
"Great!" Great is right- He'll be outta my hair for the day and hopefully the night then. Good thing too, hockey night's tomorrow! Just the thought of spending a few hours in front of the tube watching hockey with my dad and the rest of the guys is an all powerful thing. It wouldn't be the same with out Owen- hell, he's always late anyway. Should be here in time for the winter fest. I hope so at least. I got off the bed and threw Shawn a Hart Federation tee shirt and a pair of jeans to wear down to dinner. "Got anything in mind that you're going to buy?"
"Oh, some jeans... shirts... leather... underwear- you know. The usual." Shawn said casually as he got dressed. The jeans were baggy on him in the front and a little short in the legs- gee, real flattering to me huh? I know it was because I'm bigger built than him, and two inches shorter- but damn.
"Underwear huh..." That sparked my interest... "And what kind of-"
"Tut tut. I won't tell- and maybe if you're a good boy, I'll show you them..." He winked and started to the door. "MMm, your mom's cooking smells so good..."
"Yeah, I'll say. We haven't eaten in so long..." I mumbled coming up behind him. My warms wrapped around his waist, as I pulled him close to me.
"Bret, you really don't love me do you?" He asked quietly.
Oh boy. Well, I have to tell him, right? It might hurt but... You know, it's better this way. Better than lieing about feelings I'm not sure I have or can have for someone else. "No... Sorry Shawn, but I don't know. I don't try and fall in love." I said as gently as I could. "It's just too soon, I have to sort out these feelings I have..."
"I... I figured."
"Are you mad?" I asked waiting to get smacked by him.
"...No... Well, yeah... But I'll get over it..." Shawn frowned a little. He squeezed my hand, looking back at me with sad blue eyes. "Because I know one day you'll come around."
Well, I feel better- I guess. Maybe he is right- maybe I will love him one day...
TBC
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 24
Shawn and I tore downstairs like a pack of wild beasts. We ran through the kitchen, the parlor, the family room, and finally ended in the basement. The dungeon. We stopped on the first few steps... me catching Shawn around the waist so he wouldn't tumble. "Caught you."
"Jerk..." Shawn muttered looking back at him. "What's going on down there?"
"Huh... People in the dungeon... Come on, I'll show you what really goes on down here." Local guys come in... some run out screaming. We walked down the stairs, one guy by the stairs tried glancing up Shawn's skirt. I grabbed the excess material and pulled it toward me to prevent that from happening... When we reached the bottom, everyone in the room stopped and drooled. Some of them at the both of us- I know a few of them liked staring at me now and then. But when they got a load of Shawn... They were like a den of wolves.
My dad was wearing his powder blue tights, and a scowl. He strode over to me ande pulled me aside, leaving Shawn to the wolves. "I thought you were going to give him a change of clothes.... What were you two doing up in there?! You know I don't like funny buisness in my house.."
"We were talking." I said quickly.
"Mmm hmm... That Irish blood in your veins is making you blush... We'll talk about this later. Get your little hooche out of here before the boys decide to jump him."
"He's not a hooche." I grumbled beneath his breath. "Okay Shawn, let's get upstairs."
"Aw come on!" One of them protested. "How often do we get to see two WWF guys so close?! Can we get Shawn's autograph?"
I caught another one trying to lift Shawn's skirt up with a piece of wood. I growled softly and pulled him to me.
"You Canadians are fresh!" Shawn grinned in a flirtacious manner. "Or very grumpy."
I bit his bare shoulder playfully at that. "You make me grumpy."
I caught my father rolling his eyes- but then they sparkled lightly. Uh oh. He had something in mind... "I know. Bret, why don't you and Shawn show us some of the best talent that the WWF ever had in a falls count anywhere match?"
"Oh! I like that idea!" Shawn said excitedly. I wondered vaguely if he was trying to show my father that he was worth something... "Only thing is, can I borrow a pair of tights? I don't have anything with me, and I'm not wearing this stupid thing..."
"Shawn, you're in the right place to not have a pair of wrestling tights." Ross said slipping out of the ring. "Come on, I'll show you were we keep them."
"What about you, boy?"
"Gear's in the trunk- Dad, what are you up to?" I demanded.
"I want to see what my son's boyfriend's all about. What better of a way to tell than seeing him in action. And he better be damn good- I don't want you to hold anything back. Don't let him get away with the shit he does on television."
"Got it." I said miserably as I trudged upstairs. I came back down five minutes later, wearing my hitman gear. And there was Shawn wearing a pair of black tights and ring shoes, his hair pulled back into a ponytail.
We got into the ring- oh god, did I not want to do this. Shawn started things off with a few quick strikes. I knew him well by now- he was so tricky. Hard to read. Wild. And fucking fast! He fights like a cruiserweight with heavyweight grapples... He whipped me in to a corner, and started giving me those damn knife edged chops. I fuckin' hate those stupid Flair chops. They look goofy and hurt like hell. I elbowed him in the face, and DDTed him. I went to give him the sharpshooter, but with a well placed kick to the stomach, I stumbled back against the ropes. Damn Shawn, that hurt! He crawled up to his feet and looked like he was going to charge me. I waited till the last second to duck out of the way. I hadn't calculated what he was doing, I forgot he loved to fool me in the ring. When I didn't hear the sound of him hitting the mat, I turned around. He was hanging off the top rope by his hands and reached up with his feet. He caught me around the neck with his legs, pulling himself up on to my shoulders. Before I could even think about how to reverse it, my face met the mat.
I growled softly and swept my arm over, making contact with his ankles. He fell over and I jumped up, wasting no time in putting him in the sharpshooter. I had to hurt those legs of his to prevent him from being so quick. I pulled on him hard, knowing I'd have to make up for it later. Shawn howled in pain, thrashing around beneath me. I knew I had him- hell maybe I could even make him tap out right here and now.
He was in the hold for almost forty seconds now- a record. But he just wouldn't give up! And neither would I... I felt him raise up on his hands and kicked me right off. I got to my feet first, going for his legs again to finish him off. But he some how staggered to his feet, impressing everyone in the dungeon- I think even my dad. I reached out to grab his shoulder, but found a boot colliding with my chin. Oh god, I hate that move... I was seeing stars and colors exploding infront of my eyes... I heard him getting up on the turnbuckle and followed my instincts. I rolled out of the way. His body slapped against the mat, and I heard him growl in pain. I looked over and saw him holding his ribs and rolling around a little.
I crawled over to him and threw my arm over his torso. Ross slapped the mat 1, 2- Shawn pulled a shoulder off, making me growl in frustration. Shawn was a tough guy to knock down. I stood up, Shawn clawing his way up by holding onto my tights. He gave me a cocky smile- this wasn't over yet. He irished whipped me against the ropes, and as I lunged to counter him, he flipped me right over the ropes. I landed and rolled, cursing myself for misjudging that move. I looked up to see him climbing the turnbuckle again, and my jaw dropped. "NO SHAWN! DON'T!" I shouted and watched helplessly as he moonsaulted through the air off of the turnbuckle. I did my best to catch him, the force of his body knocking me over. I lay there stunned, unaware of what was going on, or me loosing the match.
I sat up after a minute or two of gaining my barrings and moved him off of me. "YOU IDIOT!" I yelled and shook him by his shoulders. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED IF I DIDN'T CATCH YOU?! YOU COULD HAVE BROKEN YOUR FOOL NECK!!!!!"
"...But you caught me." Shawn grinned. "Like I knew you would."
"You gotta stop putting your body on the line like that." I scolded and grabbed him by the chin. "You scare the crap outta me sometimes!"
Shawn pouted a little from me shouting at him. "Okay okay... I'll cut it out..."
"Fucking promise me, Shawn!!" I shouted and grabbed his hands. "Promise me!"
"I promise! Geez Bret you worry too much!" Shawn grabbed the edge of the ring and puuled himself up shakily to his feet. I got up too, cracking my jaw back into place. I put my arm around him, and finally noticed the people around us. I forgot that they were there. They came over to us, and my dad made his way over first.
"The kid has moxy." Was all he said patting my shoulder. "Moxy."
Shawn smiled broadly, and I kissed him on the cheek.
"He's got a whole lotta something. Of what, I'm not sure."
"Jerk." He teased and attempted to pull away. I pulled him up onto my shoulder and started up the stairs. "Guys, it was nice performing for you, but I think I'd better fix up Shawn here before I'm sleeping on the couch for the rest of the visit."
The guys all laughed and said their good byes. I carried him throught the kitchen, upstairs, and back to my room. I tossed him on the bed and before he could say another word, I was working on his legs.
"Goooooooooooooooooddddddddddddddddd........... Ummhhhmmm...." He moaned quietly. I squeezed his thighs, working out the damage I had broughten his beautiful legs. "Hm, your mothers, sisters, and sisters in law and I are going shopping tomorrow- considering I have no clothing here."
"Great!" Great is right- He'll be outta my hair for the day and hopefully the night then. Good thing too, hockey night's tomorrow! Just the thought of spending a few hours in front of the tube watching hockey with my dad and the rest of the guys is an all powerful thing. It wouldn't be the same with out Owen- hell, he's always late anyway. Should be here in time for the winter fest. I hope so at least. I got off the bed and threw Shawn a Hart Federation tee shirt and a pair of jeans to wear down to dinner. "Got anything in mind that you're going to buy?"
"Oh, some jeans... shirts... leather... underwear- you know. The usual." Shawn said casually as he got dressed. The jeans were baggy on him in the front and a little short in the legs- gee, real flattering to me huh? I know it was because I'm bigger built than him, and two inches shorter- but damn.
"Underwear huh..." That sparked my interest... "And what kind of-"
"Tut tut. I won't tell- and maybe if you're a good boy, I'll show you them..." He winked and started to the door. "MMm, your mom's cooking smells so good..."
"Yeah, I'll say. We haven't eaten in so long..." I mumbled coming up behind him. My warms wrapped around his waist, as I pulled him close to me.
"Bret, you really don't love me do you?" He asked quietly.
Oh boy. Well, I have to tell him, right? It might hurt but... You know, it's better this way. Better than lieing about feelings I'm not sure I have or can have for someone else. "No... Sorry Shawn, but I don't know. I don't try and fall in love." I said as gently as I could. "It's just too soon, I have to sort out these feelings I have..."
"I... I figured."
"Are you mad?" I asked waiting to get smacked by him.
"...No... Well, yeah... But I'll get over it..." Shawn frowned a little. He squeezed my hand, looking back at me with sad blue eyes. "Because I know one day you'll come around."
Well, I feel better- I guess. Maybe he is right- maybe I will love him one day...
TBC