Post by Chey-Chey on May 12, 2009 20:44:54 GMT -5
Pairing: ReyShawn
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"Wish me luck," whispered the Latino as he looked up at his lover. The Texan man only nodded, kissing the younger man's forehead. Shortly after the loud music started and her left. So the texan sat on a bench and watched on one of the many TV's located in the room. Of course, no matter how hard he tried the D-X member could never sit alone without being interrupted.
Matt Hardy, one of the many people to join RAW, strut over with the cockiest attitude Shawn had ever seen. And the man had been in a stable with one Triple H. So Shawn wearily look up at the dark haired man, a cross pendant cradled between thumb and palm.
"Don't you think you're a bit old to be doing Rey?" The words stung slightly. No one had ever comment negatively on what had become a recent thing between Rey Mysterio and Shawn Micheals. Yes, Shawn was a number of years older but he never did he think anything of it.
"Excuse me, Matt?"
"I mean, don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for an old man like you fucking someone young like Rey?" Shawn tightened his grip on the silver pendant, the sharp edges poking his skin in a slight pain.
"We haven't fucked, Matt. And I hardly doubt this is your business." And he was right. Never once had Rey and Shawn admitted sleeping together yet they had been together for little under a month. Some had said it was a bit insane seeing Rey had one of the finest asses in WWE.
The elder Hardy snorted, disbelieving. "I intend on winning my bet." Shawn narrowed his eyes in interest.
"What bet?"
"I get a fat 50 bucks if I can make you admit you fucked hot Rey's ass. Was it good? I bet he's tight huh? Dave said when they were together he barley ever put out. Lemme guess, he's a screamer. Is Spanish se-" The grip on the pendant in Shawn's fist became on bearable, the sharp edges of the cross cutting his skin deeply. He finally stood and punched Matt and hit him square in the jaw mid-sentence. The Hardy stumbled backward, eyes wide with a swirling fear.
"I swear boy, say another word and I will hurt you so bad you wont even dream of wrestling again," Shawn whispered, his grip on his pendant still bone shattering. Matt didn't say another word. He just turned heel and left.
Everyone was staring.
Soon enough Rey returned, wondering what the dead silence was about. He walked to his boyfriend, smiling softly behind his mask.
"Are we going to the hotel now?" Shawn smirked every so slightly, his unharmed hand sliding down Rey's side and resting on the hip. He leaned down, inhaling Rey's musky scent that his sweat produced.
"Oh yes. I want you in bed in 20 minutes."
"But the hotel is minutes away and you don't speed, chico!"
"Guess it's the backseat then." Quicker then lighting Shawn groped the young boy, making him gasp.
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ANDEH MADE ME.
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"Wish me luck," whispered the Latino as he looked up at his lover. The Texan man only nodded, kissing the younger man's forehead. Shortly after the loud music started and her left. So the texan sat on a bench and watched on one of the many TV's located in the room. Of course, no matter how hard he tried the D-X member could never sit alone without being interrupted.
Matt Hardy, one of the many people to join RAW, strut over with the cockiest attitude Shawn had ever seen. And the man had been in a stable with one Triple H. So Shawn wearily look up at the dark haired man, a cross pendant cradled between thumb and palm.
"Don't you think you're a bit old to be doing Rey?" The words stung slightly. No one had ever comment negatively on what had become a recent thing between Rey Mysterio and Shawn Micheals. Yes, Shawn was a number of years older but he never did he think anything of it.
"Excuse me, Matt?"
"I mean, don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for an old man like you fucking someone young like Rey?" Shawn tightened his grip on the silver pendant, the sharp edges poking his skin in a slight pain.
"We haven't fucked, Matt. And I hardly doubt this is your business." And he was right. Never once had Rey and Shawn admitted sleeping together yet they had been together for little under a month. Some had said it was a bit insane seeing Rey had one of the finest asses in WWE.
The elder Hardy snorted, disbelieving. "I intend on winning my bet." Shawn narrowed his eyes in interest.
"What bet?"
"I get a fat 50 bucks if I can make you admit you fucked hot Rey's ass. Was it good? I bet he's tight huh? Dave said when they were together he barley ever put out. Lemme guess, he's a screamer. Is Spanish se-" The grip on the pendant in Shawn's fist became on bearable, the sharp edges of the cross cutting his skin deeply. He finally stood and punched Matt and hit him square in the jaw mid-sentence. The Hardy stumbled backward, eyes wide with a swirling fear.
"I swear boy, say another word and I will hurt you so bad you wont even dream of wrestling again," Shawn whispered, his grip on his pendant still bone shattering. Matt didn't say another word. He just turned heel and left.
Everyone was staring.
Soon enough Rey returned, wondering what the dead silence was about. He walked to his boyfriend, smiling softly behind his mask.
"Are we going to the hotel now?" Shawn smirked every so slightly, his unharmed hand sliding down Rey's side and resting on the hip. He leaned down, inhaling Rey's musky scent that his sweat produced.
"Oh yes. I want you in bed in 20 minutes."
"But the hotel is minutes away and you don't speed, chico!"
"Guess it's the backseat then." Quicker then lighting Shawn groped the young boy, making him gasp.
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ANDEH MADE ME.
