AN: Just so you know, I may or may not be able to update for a really long time. My personal lap top has some broken keys and I cannot type with broken keys. February (unless my father can fix them) is the earliest time I can get a new lap top. So....just in case, now ya know. This chapter's not great because I got frustrated at times and it got to the point where I just wanted to finish it already. Ahh well it bes that way sometimes:P And so we pick up where we left off...maybe this will make up for the long delay...

"No…no…I won't let you do this!" Shawn choked. "You loved your wife. You still love her now get away from me. I…I need to go see John."

"John's not here and until we finish this part of the interview, I can't let you walk out of here because you might not come back," Bret reasoned. He kissed the side of Shawn's neck and the blonde just broke down again, all of his defenses shattering. He never thought this could happen. He never imagined – at least not since his healing began with John – that he'd ever have to do this again. He never thought he'd ever get to actually sit and talk with Bret. Then again, there were times in the past where he imagined himself attempting to apologize for Montreal but it always ended in Bret punching him in the face and screaming every obscene word in the book at him.

And at first that's how it began. They yelled at each other; Bret screaming at Shawn and calling him a liar for everything he's ever done but somewhere during the interview everything changed. In just a few short hours Bret went from hating him to loving him and it wasn't right. Shawn struggled again.

"Bret please let me go. I don't love you anymore."

"I'm sure you don't princess but it doesn't change how I feel."

"But we haven't even discussed Montreal yet!" Shawn snapped angrily. "You're letting old feelings confuse you…You don't…you don't love me anymore Bret! It's all in your head!"

"Maybe it is but if you don't stay then I'll never know for sure."

"Bret—

"Let me tell the story…Let me get it off of my chest and when it's all over you can go back to John," he said soothingly. "We'll both go our separate ways for the day and if you want to continue the interview tomorrow then I'll be happy to meet you back here so we can wrap things up. But just please…please hear me out. I need you to understand that what we had was real. That night…it meant everything to me Shawn."

"I…" Shawn sighed. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to even go there, especially there. Now that he was finally in a complete relationship reliving that night meant experiencing all kinds of emotions that were meant to stay buried forever. It didn't matter that he hadn't seen Bret in person for over 12 years. Feelings were still there and most likely they were always going to be there. John knew that which was why he forced him into this interview. Shawn was terrified beyond reason and did not wish to go through with this at first because he had no idea how he would react upon seeing Bret. I thought I could do it. I had built this invisible wall around myself just in case I grew weak. When he lashed out me earlier, I just knew I could do it but now… Now I wish I never would have agreed to this in the first place…

Shawn was so lost in thought that he didn't even realize that Bret was pulling him to the floor. He didn't notice it until he was sitting between Bret's legs leaning back against him. The raven haired man's arms fit comfortably around his waist while his head rested on his shoulder. He kissed Shawn's neck earning another soft plea.

"Bret don't."

"I can't help it." He breathed in the familiar scent of Shawn reawakening senses he thought were long gone. "God you smell wonderful."

"Just…please…get on with the story so I can leave." I…I don't know how much more of this I can take…

Bret had almost forgotten that there was even anyone else in the room. He looked over at Chris who was desperately trying to make himself look interested in his Blackberry. He suddenly looked up and apologized for being in his own little world before clearing his throat to speak again.

"Uh…sorry," he mumbled. "So um…Shawn—

"Please Chris, no more," he pleaded softly. Chris nodded his head, his heart going out to Shawn in every possible way. He could only imagine what was going on in his head…and his heart. He gave Bret the nod and he finally started speaking again.

"We both knew that our friendship wasn't exactly normal," Bret continued. "I mean, how many best friends kiss each other all the time you know?" Shawn squirmed again but Bret only held him tighter. "Shawn here…well…I can't really speak for him but I know for me, that night was special. I uh…I kind of…figured out that I was in love with him that night."

"So how did you get such a revelation?" Chris asked. "Was it something he did or said that made you realize your feelings?" Shawn's body sort of tensed up in Bret's arms, a sure sign that he was literally on the verge of another breakdown. Bret planted another gentle kiss on his neck and rubbed his stomach.

"I need you to relax princess." One of Bret's hands slipped underneath the blonde's shirt and started caressing the bare flesh of his torso.

"No!" he breathed. "Don't…" But the hand inched higher and higher until it reached his chest. Bret's fingers brushed his flesh lightly sending a tiny shudder through the blonde's body.

"That is what I did to you that night Shawn," he whispered. "This is what started it all. Your whole body shuddered from every touch turning me on in ways I never thought possible and so I took you. I made you mine and I was yours."

"Stop it!" He didn't want to hear anymore but Bret wasn't letting up.

"And you just did it again. Stop fighting me Shawn. You shuddered from my touch, tensed up the moment we made contact because you know. You feel it too only you need reminding."

"Bret please…" The blonde started struggling again doing everything he could to keep his brain focused on John but it was no use. Bret's arm held him in place while his other hand pinched one of his nipples earning a sweet moan that filled the tiny room. "Ahhh…"

"You guys…" Chris sighed. While he wanted to get the interview over with, he was having a hard time staying focused on the task at hand because of all the sounds Shawn was making. Bret was doing things to him; things that he was sure John Layfield would not approve of yet it seemed like Shawn really was powerless to stop him. It was like Bret had some kind of invisible power over him and Shawn was struggling to break free yet the more he struggled, the more the power consumed him. Chris tore his eyes away. I should feel sorry for Shawn. I should be lashing out at Bret for taking advantage of him but for some reason I can't. I can't interfere if it was meant to be. John…John you fool! Chris decided it was time to get a move on. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take being that Shawn was a former best friend and lover anyway. He cleared his throat then continued with his questions.

"Bret you say that night was the turning point in your friendship. I think I have a general idea of what might have happened but in your own words, tell us what happened. What made that night so special?" By now Shawn was calm – for the most part – though Chris really wasn't sure what was going on in Shawn's head. Tears were still slowly streaming down his face but there was no emotion in them whatsoever. His face was blank and his eyes no longer held that spark Chris was used to. It was as if Shawn was dead to the world though in Chris' view, it was probably for the best. Bret sighed.

"I don't really know where to begin so…I guess I'll just start with Shawn's shower…"

*~*~*

Bret stared up at the ceiling from his bed. It was an amazing sight. At first Bret thought the room was far from fairly priced until he noticed that the ceiling was actually made of glass. Tonight there was a crescent moon. Despite the stormy weather, the moon and the stars were shining brighter than ever bringing light into their hotel room. Bret smiled. It was the perfect way to wind down after a grueling night of wrestling and what a night it had been. Bret's entire body ached like crazy but it was to be expected. He was thrown into the steel steps too many times to count and the mat wasn't exactly kind to him either having landed awkwardly several times. At least I'm not having to sleep on the floor… The floor… Bret frowned. He knew he should have been more than grateful that Shawn was allowing him to have the bed tonight but he still felt bad about it. Shawn's match against Davey probably had the little blonde's body screaming all over the place yet he still insisted on sleeping on the floor instead of the bed. His bed. His bed in the room that he paid for because an idiot friend of his forgot to book his own room. Actually I should be grateful that the little cutie even allowed me to room with him in the first place considering…things…

The thought made Bret smile as it reminded him of their conversation from the plane earlier that day. It was Shawn who was the first to admit the awkwardness between them and even after admitting it, he still let Bret sit next to him despite the risks. Well…risks on his part considering I'm the one who's always trying to satisfy said curiosity and even then it's not enough. It was never enough and as much as it pained him to admit it, his brain was telling truth. Ever since that first hug, that first kiss, the first time he heard Shawn gasp the name "Bret", he'd been dying to hear more. It was wrong. It was very wrong because fully satisfying the rest of his curiosity meant doing something he knew he wasn't ready for; something that his brother would surely disown him for if he knew but he also knew it was getting harder to resist. Hell, in broad daylight on a fucking plane, he managed to throw all reason out the window just to taste his lips again; to make sure he still tasted sweet and to feel the electricity soar through him once more. It had been great and the funny thing about it is that he wasn't sure if anyone else saw or not. He didn't think to look at the time. Hell, he didn't fucking think. He just acted which was a bad habit in need of breaking before he could do something else stupid.

The restroom door suddenly opened and Bret's nose immediately whiffed the scent of Shawn's body wash. Oh God… Bret closed his eyes praying silently that God wouldn't do this but God laughed in his face (at least to Bret) because the scent just wouldn't go away. No… He always smells good. Get a grip Hitman. Just ignore him and all will be well… A deep breath later and Bret found that his resisting Shawn was easier said than done. The sexy (did I just call him sexy?) blonde was still standing in the doorway combing through his gorgeous hair. That towel was wrapped ridiculously low around his waist which frustrated Bret. He knew he shouldn't have been angry or frustrated but because the towel was hanging so low, it only led his eyes to wonder what lie below the towel. Actually he should have known considering he'd seen Shawn naked before but he never actually paid attention. I mean, it wasn't like he'd always been attracted to men and now that he thought about it, the only man – person even – that he was remotely attracted to was Shawn…who just so happened to be a man…though Shawn was hardly a man. The way he wore his hair, his tight pants, the way his hips swayed in the ring every night to his 'Sexy Boy' theme…

Bret let out a huge breath. Just thinking about the way Shawn's hips moved was enough to remind him of the slight tingling sensation running through his member. Bret dared to cut his eyes towards Shawn again who was now coming out of the restroom. He turned off the lights then crossed the room towards the dresser, the light from the moon making his wet body shimmer. Bret groaned, his member starting to tingle even more. Why is he so fucking beautiful? He's a man for God's sake but the most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on. Bret watched him search through the drawer, his breathing becoming ever so shallow by the second. His heart was racing furiously and he was pretty sure he could blame it on the blonde.

Bret slowly rose to his feet and crossed the room towards him. Shawn seemed to have finally found what he was looking for; a pair of white boxers to slip on for bed. He shut the drawer then moved his hands to unravel the towel. He suddenly gasped, his body tensing up. Bret towered over him from behind, his hands slowly sliding around his waist. Bret knew what he was doing but at the same time he didn't know. His brain wasn't really functioning but his body certainly was and at the moment, his hands were telling him to unravel that towel. And so he did. Placing his lips at Shawn's ear, he whispered, "Let me help you with that".

The towel fell swiftly to the floor and Shawn's whole body started to tremble. Bret pulled the blonde against him, his hands slowly sliding up his torso. He bent his head and buried his face in the nape of Shawn's neck then sniffed all around the back of his neck to the other side. Shawn's body was steady trembling from the touch, soft whimpers now escaping him beyond his control. Bret felt instant heat when Shawn's body suddenly fell back against him. He didn't know it but Shawn could barely stand on his own two feet he was shaking so badly with want. The Hitman guided his hands up Shawn's slick, wet body, stopping temporarily to tease his nipples.

"Ahh…," Shawn gasped and Bret just had to hear more. He brought both nipples between his fingers loving the way Shawn fell into him from his touch. "Ahh…Bret…" he moaned again. Bret kissed the back of Shawn's neck before turning him around so he could see his face. Shawn's eyes…They always seemed to draw him in and this time was no different.

He cupped the blonde's face, running his hands through his hair as he drew him in for a kiss. Shawn parted his mouth allowing Bret to explore as he pleased. Slow and sweet the kiss began but Bret's hunger soon took over. He deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth greedily. He used his body to press Shawn against the dresser, gasping himself when he felt the blonde's erection pressing against him. It was such a turn on. He tore his lips away just long enough to gasp for air before capturing his swollen lips again. He just couldn't get enough of him and he didn't want to. He just wanted to bury himself in Shawn and stay there forever. Shawn's trembling arms reached up to clasp his sides, his touch causing Bret to shudder as well. Bret's lips left Shawn's to nip at his ear.

"You are so beautiful," he breathed. "Hang on tight beautiful." Shawn wrapped his arms around Bret's neck and was suddenly lifted off the floor. Bret carried the blonde effortlessly over to the bed laying him down in the center where the moonlight's rays highlighted every delicious area of his body. Bret's breath hitched in his throat at the sight before him. "So…fucking…beautiful…" And all mine… Bret crawled over Shawn's body to take his trembling lips once more while his hands eagerly explored the rest of him. His hands roamed all over his front as if trying to learn every dent, curve, or scar on his body. Shawn gasped and shuddered when Bret's fingers lightly brushed over his member turning the Hitman on even more. Bret tickled his member again until he finally got the most beautiful sounding plea from him.

"Mn…Bret…Please…" Shawn whimpered. "I need…I want…"

"Anything to hear you sound like that again." Bret clasped his member and slowly started caressing him. Shawn's hips thrust forward at the touch but just as quickly Bret pulled away. Shawn was rock hard and judging from the sound he made, he wanted more of his touch. And he would get it after Bret satisfied another part of his curiosity. He flicked his tongue across Shawn's lips before licking his way down Shawn's slick, sexy body. He lingered over Shawn's nipples, sucking them raw until Shawn pleaded for him to stop. The pleasure was so great that Shawn was sure he'd explode soon.

"Please...Bret I'm…"

"Not yet." His kissed his way down to Shawn's belly button stopping briefly to tease it with his tongue before he found his erection. By now Shawn was practically panting, his chest moving up and down quickly to prove it. Bret flicked his tongue over the head and Shawn practically screamed.

"Oh fuck Bret!" He gripped the sheets, whimpering, begging Bret to quit torturing him but it was that torture, the sweet whimpers from him that made Bret want to hold out even more. Bret licked the head of Shawn's cock again only this time he focused solely on the slit. The blonde was begging Bret to end it now, his precum leaking into Bret's mouth. Bret licked his lips and decided to end his little game. He covered Shawn completely taking him deep into his cavern. He was amazed by how sweet Shawn tasted and completely lost himself in pleasing him. He sucked Shawn harder, lapping up every ounce of his cum as it dripped down his throat. Shawn's hips were thrusting forward into the warmth but not for long. He was already on the verge of exploding and with a final hard suck from Bret, he screamed his name, exploding in the Hitman's mouth. His body trembled violently having cum so hard, his breathing now rough and shallow. Bret watched the blonde fall back against the sheets, his slick body steadily glowing under the moonlight. Bret had held out for as long as he could but now…

He just had to have him. He rid himself of his shorts tossing them to the side before slowly sliding his body over Shawn, parting his legs in the process. He looked deep into his eyes and was overcome with so many emotions. He felt it. He felt something and that something told him the thing he'd been dreading for weeks but there was no denying it now. He reached up to move his fingers along Shawn's lips. Shawn's tongue darted out to taste his finger before he pulled them in to suck on them. Bret watched, mesmerized at how cute he looked sucking on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and slid them between Shawn's legs to loosen him up.

"Ahhh!" Shawn wriggled his hips at the sudden intrusion but it wasn't long before he was welcoming the fingers. Bret pulled out of him, his cock tingling with desire. He looked down into the blue jewels he loved so much. He brought his lips to Shawn's and whispered, "I love you". At that moment Bret finally thrust into him, muffling his scream with a kiss. The blonde clung to him, his hands gripping his sides tightly as he whimpered in pain. Bret sucked on his neck, moving in and out of him slowly as best as he could so as to not hurt him so much but it was hard. Shawn was unbelievably tight and Bret wasn't sure how much longer he could go without exploding inside of him. Shawn suddenly arched his back, pulling Bret's body closer to him.

"More," he gasped. Bret didn't need telling twice. He bit down on Shawn's collar thrusting harder inside of him. "Ahh…don't stop…" Faster and harder Bret moved inside of him drawing nothing but small cries that were music to his ears.

"Shawn…you're so tight baby…I'm…I'm gonna cum soon."

"Do it. Cum for me." Shawn's warm breath on his ear telling him to cum was more than he could handle. With one final thrust, Bret exploded inside of him, both their cries filling the moonlit room. Bret collapsed on top of him not bothering to pull out just yet. He didn't want to anyway. He'd gotten a taste of something sinfully delightful and wanted nothing more than to stay buried inside for as long as he could. He managed to raise his head to look at his friend and hoped that Shawn wasn't too angry. He sighed.

"Shawn…I…I'm sorry," he said weakly. "I just…Please don't be mad at me." Shawn stared back at him, his eyes glazed over but filled with that sparkle he loved so much.

"Don't be and why would I be mad?"

"Well…I hurt you. I know I did and I didn't mean to. And…and this…I've never…and I might have said some things and—

Shawn placed a finger over his lips silencing him.

"I'm fine," he said with a kind of tired smile. "And those things you said…don't worry about it."

"But I mean…I said it…and I'm pretty sure I meant it…I know I did it's just—

"Its okay," he whispered. "I understand so don't worry about it." Bret wasn't entirely sure what he meant but if it was what he thought then Owen and the others would never know. It was for the best. Bret finally willed himself to pull out of Shawn. He rolled over on his back and Shawn turned, folding into him resting his head under the Hitman's arm.

He played with strands of Shawn's hair watching him in the light until he finally dozed off. Bret watched him for a long time as he slept deep in thought. He'd made love to a guy for the first time in his life and loved every second of it. He wondered how in the heck he was going to make it from now on. Sleeping with Shawn didn't exactly make him want to sleep with other men no matter how good it was.

On the contrary, it just made him want to keep Shawn all to himself. Shawn was too beautiful; too innocently sweet to let anyone else have and he selfishly wanted to keep him. He knew it was going to be tricky because no one could know. Ever. But he wanted to at least try. He didn't really want this to be a one time thing. It was too good and Shawn was too perfect to just let go. He looked down at the sleeping blonde and kissed his forehead. I love you princess…Too much to let go just yet… I'll find a way to keep you. I promise…

*~*~*

Dead silence. Even Chris was at a lost for words. He looked over at Bret and Shawn and realized that Bret was probably trying to control himself. Sometime during the story both his hands found their way underneath the blonde's shirt caressing him to keep him calm. If you were to ask Chris though, he'd probably tell you that the caressing only made things worse. Shawn was in tears and from the looks of it, completely at Bret's mercy. He didn't even fight him when his lips met the side of his neck again which made Chris wonder whether or not things would bode well for John later on. After hearing Bret's story, Chris was painfully aroused and really needed to get back to his room to think. Just hearing the way Bret described their lovemaking was more than enough to turn him on. He knew all too well the sounds Shawn made during sex and he was ready to get out of here for the day before he lost his cool. Plus, he was starting to feel guilty about the entire interview. If Shawn and John don't last then this will all be my fault but… He cast his eyes over at the two ex lovers and sighed. But Bret loves him. I can tell by the look in his eyes and this interview was just what he needed to realize it but at what cost? He didn't want to ruin the moment but he needed to get them talking again so they could wrap things up. No more. There would be no more questions for today. He was exhausted and he was sure Shawn needed to get away to figure some things out. He cleared his throat.

"Thank you Bret for uh…tell us that. It was beautiful," he admitted. "And it really says a lot about the two of you. I wasn't planning on asking anymore questions but…I have to ask one more before we leave for the day." Chris took a deep breath then asked the one question that was racking his brain. "Shawn, sweetie, did you love Bret? Did you realize that night too that you were in love with him?" There was a long pause and then Shawn burst into tears.

"Yes," he choked. "I…I have to go." Shawn jerked violently, scrambling away from Bret. He stood to his feet and bolted for the door, though very awkwardly since his legs didn't want to move. Bret scrambled to his feet after him.

"Shawn…wait." Shawn shook his head.

"No," he replied coldly holding his arms out. "No more from you. I don't—

"Just promise me you'll finish out the interview. Promise me you'll come back tomorrow."

"I…I can't…" Shawn managed to get the door open and hurried out of it only to be grabbed from behind by Bret. "No! Let go!"

"I'm not leaving town Shawn. I won't leave until we've settled this once and for all."

"It doesn't matter anymore Bret. It's over between us!"

"Maybe. Maybe not but I know you feel it. I know you feel the awkwardness…the tension between us. You let me touch you just now which means you remember. You remember more than what you're letting on but you keep trying to play it off because of your loyalty to John."

"No..stop…"

"The truth hurts Shawn. I know it does but it hurts me as well. To know that I still love you after all of these years hurts me so much because you're not mine anymore. You belong to someone else but…" He spun him around and shoved him against the wall. "I want you back princess. I want you all to myself again and I'm going to win you back."

"You can't because I don't love you anymore!" Even as he screamed the words, his voice and eyes started to betray him.

"Liar," he said softly. Bret leaned in and pressed their lips together coaxing him into another kiss. Bret deepened the kiss taking Shawn's breath away like he used to years ago. He pulled away shortly watching him sadly. "Give John my regards." Unable to breathe properly, Shawn dashed away from him practically running down the hall. He was grateful when the elevator door opened quickly allowing him to dash inside for safety. John…He wanted to see John but he was afraid. Shawn reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Hands shaking, he managed to dial the number. Please…please pick up…

"Hello?"

"Jeff," he choked. "Jeff it's Shawn."

"Oh..God Shawn. Are you alright babe? What's wrong?"

"I'm…where are you?"

"I'm still in Stamford."

"Please…can you come pick me up? I'm at headquarters."

"Be there in five." The line went dead and Shawn's body just slid down the wall of the elevator. He buried his face in his hands and just sobbed.

x-x

Meanwhile, Jeff grabbed his keys and started for the door.

"Hey, where you going?" Hunter asked. He was sitting on the bed in their hotel room playing a game on his lap top while Jeff had been sketching some drawings.

"It's…Shawn," he winced. "He uh…just called me to come and get him."

"Oh okay. Where's John?"

"I don't know but Shawn's…really upset. He was crying." Hunter looked up from the computer screen frowning.

"It wasn't John was it? And how come he didn't call me?"

"Because he knows how you are and no, I don't think it was John. It sounded more like…" He paused thinking about the interview he heard Chris bragging about earlier in the week.

"Jeff? What's going on?" Jeff stared at Hunter's confused face. It still hadn't dawned on him about the interview which could only mean…

"You…don't know?"

"Know what?" Jeff sighed. I hate to tell him this but he's going to find out sooner or later…

"Shawn's been at headquarters doing an interview session with Chris all day."

"O….k so what does that…?"

"It's an interview about Montreal."

"Oh…well…I suppose—

"Bret's here also." Hunter's jaw just dropped.

"Come again?"

"Bret…Bret's here. In Stanford…with Shawn."

AN: We'll get some of Shawn's thoughts in the next chapter whenever that may be. We'll also possibly hear from Hunter, John and Chris again.