Hello all! I'm back, and with another update no less. No preamble this time, I'm gonna dive right in... Sexy photo shoot time!
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As they had been asked, the Undertaker and Shawn Michaels arrived at the studio, dressed in their ring gear, and ready to take a million and one pictures before getting the "one." HBK entered with a smile, and 'Taker's ever-present scowl seemed to deepen as he walked in.
"Thanks so much for coming!" a very fat man in a pink suit said, leading the two over to the shooting area. "Randy and Edge are taking their pictures now… after them will be John Cena and Batista, and then you two."
"We're shooting in pairs?" Shawn asked with a raised eyebrow. The fat man nodded.
"Yes… You'll take some individual pictures, of course, but you know what they say: Two guys are sexier than one!" He laughed and waddled off, never even having introduced himself.
"Interesting guy," 'Taker muttered, and Shawn laughed.
"At least he's not boring… And he'll appreciate our combined hotness. We may just melt the cameras, Mark."
The Undertaker gave him a confused look, and shook his head, saying nothing.
When it was their turn, Shawn all but ran to the platform, striking a pose immediately.
"Excellent," the cameraman said with a smile. "But, uh, you have to wait for your partner."
"Oh." Shawn looked around. "Mark!" he called, and saw the man reluctantly walk over. Both men had just finished having they're "make-up" done, and although the Undertaker didn't mind the black eyeliner, he seemed a but hesitant about the black nail polish. And instead of his MMA gloves, he was wearing only the black wristbands, a nice contrast to Shawn's white ones.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked the cameraman and fat guy with a scowl. Both men shrank back, terrified, but Shawn's smile calmed them.
"Stand next to Shawn for the first picture," the fat guy said, "Fists raised as if you two were going to beat the hell out of one another."
Mark smiled and walked over to Shawn. Without warning, he grabbed Shawn by the collar of his shirt, fist raised as if to punch him right between the eyes. "That good?" he asked, never taking his eyes off Shawn, who was laughing.
"Good," the cameraman said. "Shawn, let's see your aggression too."
HBK nodded and smiled wickedly, pulling back his own fist while grabbing--gently--the Undertaker's hair with his free hand.
The fat man was beaming. "Oh, perfect!" he gasped, and several photos were taken. "Excellent, excellent!" He turned to a few of the other cameramen and lackeys, and whispered something. When he turned back to the two wrestlers, his grin had widened. "Now, boys, do… sexy."
"No problem," Shawn said, tearing his shirt off and dropping to his hands and knees. He arched his back slightly, staring directly into the camera with those clear blue eyes, letting his golden hair fall around his face perfect face.
The cameraman, the fat guy, and 'Taker were all stunned for a moment, unable to stop staring at Shawn.
"G-g-good," the fat man stuttered, taking out a handkerchief and wiping the sweat from his forehead. "You're turn," he said, looking at Mark, who was still staring at Shawn.
"Come on, Mark," Shawn encouraged. "You can do it!"
The Undertaker shook off his shock for the moment and frowned. "I don't do 'sexy,' Shawn."
"Sure you do!"
The cameraman turned to the fat guy. "Mr. Bates, I don't think he'll do it…"
Batista and Cena, who had been hovering the entire time, stepped forwards.
"Don't worry," Batista said with a grin, and Cena nodded. "Shawn can get 'Taker to do it. Just give them a minute."
Bates shrugged and turned back to the two men, and his jaw dropped.
Blushing slightly, the Undertaker had sighed and dropped to his knees as well. Unlike Shawn, however, he remained upright, spreading his legs slightly and running his hands along their length before letting them rest lightly against his thighs. After considering for a moment, he brought his right hand up and rested it against his chest.
"Grab your shirt strap," Shawn whispered. "And let your hair cover your face a little… Good. Lower your head and look up at the camera…And move your hand in…Perfect." HBK gave the Deadman a wink.
Bates was staring again, as was the cameraman and the other wrestlers, who had stopped talking and mulling around to watch.
"Shawn, this is embarrassing," Mark whispered.
"But you look great," Shawn whispered back. "Now hush and enjoy it."
The Undertaker smiled at that, but quickly resumed his scowl. "Take the damn picture," he growled loudly, and the cameraman seemed to come back to his senses.
"S-sure S-S-Sir," he stammered, trying to ready the large camera.
"Wait!" Bates cried suddenly. "Cue the rain!"
"Rain?" Shawn and 'Taker asked at the same time, both cringing as cold water began to fall from the ceiling.
"Keep those poses!" fat man Bates called happily. The cameraman began snapping away as the other wrestlers watched.
"That's hot," Cena said, and a few of the other guys nodded.
Batista laughed. "Don't think our male fans will like it, though." He squinted slightly. "Damn, 'Taker looks fantastic…"
Edge was watching as well, and shook his head.. "That's a disgrace," the Rated R Superstar complained. "Why didn't they give me the rain?!" He looked over to his partner Randy, and saw him staring at the two older men, his eyes wide. Edge slapped him in the back of his head.
"What the hell's wrong with you?!"
Randy swallowed hard. "Uh…um…" He coughed. "Those two are…" He fell silent again, staring. "Wow…" Edge sighed.
"Idiots," he mumbled.
"Wonderful!!" Bates cheered, chubby cheeks a bright red color. "Perfect!"
"Are we done yet?" the Deadman asked impatiently, and sighed with relief when he was given a nod. He looked over at Shawn, who was a vision standing there, water dripping from his perfect body, clinging to his chest, long hair sopping wet.
"Damn," he mouthed.
Shawn was no less impressed when he looked over at Mark. The man's long black hair clung to his face, making his green eyes seem even brighter. He was still kneeling somewhat, and the last bits of water ran down his perfect frame, tracing the path of his muscles.
HBK was walking over to the Undertaker to tell him how sexy he looked, but had forgotten about the wet, slippery floor. He went two full step before tripping, falling forwards and smashing into the still-kneeling Undertaker, who didn't have a fast enough reaction time to do anything.
Time seemed to stand still. It took Shawn a full ten seconds to realize, first, that he had landed (safely) on top of the Undertaker, and another ten seconds to realize with a start that their lips were pressed together.
Mark was no less stunned, and his green eyes were wide as he lay there, Shawn sprawled on top of him, Shawn's mouth on his.
They pulled away at the same time a moment later, both men going red to their roots, Shawn scrambling to his feet first. He was completely out of breath--and was even more surprised when he saw the Undertaker's chest rising and falling in the same manner.
"Sorry," the Heartbreak Kid said after a few minutes, completely avoiding Mark's eyes and face.
"No…it's okay," the Undertaker answered, similarly looking in another direction. He checked to see if anyone else had seen; luckily, no one had except for the damn cameraman and the fat guy. He glared at them for good measure, and then sighed.
"I'm going to go get changed," he began to say, but when he turned around, Shawn was already gone.
O.O Wow. First kiss...and it was a total fluke. Did you like?