Author: Katie
E-mail: [email protected]
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em & I'm not claiming that this happened, only in my mind.
Distribution: Only at Castles in the Sky http://members.tripod.com/katemarie_1
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Bret Hart bumps into his ex lover at the airport.
Note: For Mari� Merry Christmas sweets
Another Note: The title was actually taken from one of my favourite songs, Austin by Blake Shelton� it's the last line of the song for anyone who cares *G*
Bret frowns across the airport waiting area and leans down to his long time friend. "Chris, I'll be right back. If Lance gets here before I get back go ahead to the luggage. I'll be right behind you."
Chris Benoit smiles. "Okay man. And thanks again for playing chauffeur."
"No problem." Bret tosses a smile at the younger man and stalks across the room. He grabs the blonde by the arm and turns him around. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Shawn Michaels grins at the older man and jerks his arm free. "I'm here with Hunter. CJ is arriving shortly and Hunt and I are spending Christmas with him."
"You've got a helluva lot of nerve showing up in my hometown Michaels."
Shawn rolls his eyes. "I have every fucking right to be here Hart. You don't own this goddamn city."
"You are *not* wanted here. Face it Michaels you'll be lucky to get out of Canada alive this time."
Shawn narrows his eyes and grabs the older man's hand pulling him into the bathroom. Shoving the hazel-eyed man against the wall, the Texan gets in his face. "Listen up carefully Bret. FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME, I DIDN'T KNOW. I never would have done that to you, the fans, your kid�" Shawn pauses taking a deep breath and reaches out caressing the older man's face, "And especially not to the man I love."
Bret rolls his eyes and looks away. "Fuck off Michaels. That shit isn't going to work anymore."
The younger of the two frowns lightly and places his other hand over Bret's heart. "I'm sorry. Hunter wouldn't let me spend Christmas alone this year. If you really want me to I'll go home though."
"What about your kid?" Bret asks hating himself for caring anymore.
"With the slut. She's spending the holidays with the mail man."
Bret raises an eyebrow at the younger man. "Tell me your kidding."
"I wish. I'd rather spend Christmas in a country where everyone hates me rather than deal with her so here I am."
Bret much to his own self loathing finds himself covering his ex-lovers hand with his own. "Shawn I'm sorry."
Shawn's eyes widen and he pulls away. "I know I didn't just hear you right."
"Dammit Shawn. Don't make me repeat myself."
The younger man stares into the intense eyes and takes a deep breath. "Don't kill me for this baby."
Bret starts to speak but finds his words cut off by the younger man's insistent mouth on his own. The moan whether from the Canadian or the Texan's mouth neither man is sure of, echoes in the empty room.
The younger man all but tears off his ex-lover's clothes wanting, needing to feel the heated flesh beneath his hands.
The Canadian curses himself even as he strips the Texan to his bare skin. "Fuck me Bret. Please." The last word escapes Shawn's mouth as a broken moan as Bret takes first one and then the other nipple into his mouth.
The older man forces the Texan backward until he's bent back over the sink. Bret's hand and mouth trace fiery paths down the taught muscled body of the younger man. His mouth latches onto Shawn's erect cock as he reaches up and somehow manages to coat his fingers with the somewhat sticky hand soap. He slides one finger into the tight puckered hole, berating himself for doing this. Shawn moans out his name and thrusts his hips first forward into the older man's wet warmth and then back taking more of the long fingers he misses so much.
As Bret adds another finger, Shawn reaches down tangling his fingers in the dark curls. "Fuck me now Bret. And stop reprimanding yourself for this. It's one fuck. It means nothing." Silently the Texan disagrees with himself. 'Except it means everything to me.'
Bret looks up into the now dark blue eyes and spreads the younger man's legs before getting to his feet. In one thrust he finds himself buried to the base of his cock in his ex lover.
"Oh fuck that's good."
The two lover's frown at one another and then laugh when they realize they both uttered the words.
Bret smiles at the intense look of lust covering the younger man's face. "I've missed this." The older man mutters' finally realizing that despite everything that happened he still loves the Texan.
Shawn smiles and lovingly caresses the face in front of him. "Me too. Now fuck me hard and deep before someone walks in."
The Canadian gives a tiny laugh before beginning to move grazing Shawn's sweet spot on every in thrust. Going deeper and harder every time both men realize they won't last long. Simultaneously, they reach between their joined bodies and begin stroking the Texans leaking shaft. Whispering in his younger lover's ear, the brunette smiles. "Cum for me Michael."
Shawn covers the older man's mouth with his own in an effort to contain his scream the use of his real name has caused. His seed coats both of their hands and he moans as Bret cums, shooting thick gooey strands into his tunnel.
The Texan slumps back against the sink and mirror as his lover slumps against his chest. Bret pulls out after a few seconds and looks at Shawn. "I can't believe how much I've missed you. I love you Michael."
Shawn blushes. "I've missed you too. And I can't put into words how much I still love you."
The older man smiles. "Spend Christmas with me, Benoit, his lover and my son."
"I promised Hunter�" Shawn trails off suddenly torn.
"Fuck that. Bring him and Jericho. It'll be fun." Bret shakes his head as he realizes exactly what he's saying.
Shawn smiles sadly thinking the strange look on the Canadian's face means he wants to change his mind and take back his earlier words. "It's okay Bret. You don't have to do this."
Bret frowns. "Fuck having to do anything Michael. I want to spend Christmas with you. I just� Well I just realized that all it took for me to fall in love with you all over again was seeing you."
The Texan's smile brightens. "Do you mean it?"
The Canadian nods his head and quickly grabs their clothing. "Here baby. Get dressed before some strange man walks in here. And fuck yeah I mean it."
Shawn pulls on his clothes and wraps his arms around Bret's neck kissing him softly. "Thank you. I love you Bret."
Bret smiles. "And I still love you."
THE END