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1800miserablethot · 9 months

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Bret x Shawn and Bret’s Bottom because I say so <3

Also it’s kinda sloppy sorry

Summary: Shawn really wants Bret in the Heartbreak Hotel (Smut)

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The heartbreak Hotel, the place ladies want to be at and where men wish to be him or hell be with him too. But there was one man in particular that always had Shawn’s eye, the leader of the Hart Family Bret the so called “Hitman” Hart. His rival, enemy, whatever people wanted to call their feud.

He couldn’t get enough of the stupid Canadian, he did everything in his power to piss him and or the family off just so he could be near Bret. Some called it obsession, while others saw it as him being a suck up. Regardless of the label, Shawn was willing to risk it all just to see those brown sly eyes shine his way.

So when the day came that he was told he was doing a promo with Bret with his HeartBreak Hotel setting his heart practically bursted out of his chest. Especially at when Bret walked onto the set, how his face was illuminating the red lights. How he stood there with one hand on the title and the other on his pants.

Fuck it took everything in Shawn’s power not to break script and to toss the Canadian onto the heart shaped silk bed. The tension between them was palpable, and Bret didn’t make it easy on him with how his dark chocolate eyes gazed up at Shawn. He could hardly concentrate on the words coming out of his own mouth. All he could focus on was the small smirks that tugged on Bret’s lips, hoping that it broke into a smile so he could see those pearly whites.

And when the promo was over, you know that one corny saying that goes like “I hate to see them go but I love to watch them leave.” Yeah well that was exactly Shawn, he hated watching Bret leave his presence yet he loved to see the Hitman’s hips taunter with each step he took.

Now here he was backstage in his locker room laying on the heart shape bed, staring at the ceiling while once again thinking about a certain Canadian.

His lips curling into a grin as he sits up on the bed. Maybe he could get Bret on this bed, his grin growing bigger as he walks over to the door and into the hallway. Eager to catch another glimpse of the man who occupied his thoughts day and night. As Shawn made his way through the bustling backstage area, his heart raced with anticipation. The familiar sounds of people preparing for their matches filled the air, but Shawn was focused on finding Bret.

With each step he took, Shawn couldn’t help but wonder if this longing he felt was reciprocated. Did Bret feel even a fraction of the desire he felt? Or was this all just a one-sided infatuation?

Through the labyrinth of corridors he quickly stopped by the main one. Walking in he looks through the bags until he finds Bret, laughing loudly when he sees the WWF championship sitting in it. “Oh this is too good,” he murmurs before grabbing it and making his way back into the halls. Eventually catching sight of Bret. He was standing alone reading a newspaper, Shawn paused, taking a moment to admire the way Bret’s defined muscles stretched against his tight t-shirt. He shakes his head, with a smirks he yells out “Hey Hitman!”

His smirk turns into a grin as he dangled the title seeing Bret’s face tighten with anger. He turns on his heels and books it down the halls, pushing pass people as he heard Bret’s booping voice behind him along with his footsteps which echoed off the wall.

Shawn’s heart pounded in his chest as he raced through the backstage area, the adrenaline fueling his every move. The thrill of the chase mixed with the excitement of being so close to Bret energized Shawn. He could feel a surge of electricity coursing through his veins, making his grin even wider.

He turns a sharp corner, he could see his dressing room up ahead. He could hear Bret’s voice growing louder behind him. The sound of his footsteps quickened, giving Shawn the motivation to push even harder. The backstage area seemed to blur as Shawn darted through until he got to his locker room.

Busting through he tosses the belt onto the bed, trying to shut the door but Bret was on his heels. Slamming the door shut then grabbing Shawn and pushing him onto the bed.

(‘What did he say? Told you he could get Bret onto this bed’ )Shaking his head Shawn comes out his thoughts, he swiftly bucks his hips, catching Bret off guard and causing him to lose his balance. He rolls on top of the older man, pinning Bret’s wrist to the side of his head.

“Didn’t think Canadians were this dumb.” He laughs, but it quickly dies down when Bret strains his neck forward, whispering “We aren’t.” Against Shawn’s lips before connecting them.

Arching his back off the bed, pressing his body against Shawn’s. A soft moan being muffled into the kiss as he feels Shawn’s hands move down to his hips, pulling him in closer. Bret grinds his hips up against the younger man, his head spinning at the feeling of his jeans rubbing against Shawn’s gear.

The fleeting thought of his WWF Championship title eases its way into the back of Bret’s mind. Soon to be forgotten about as Shawn trails kisses down his neck, a gasp slipping pass him when he feels one hand grope his ass through the thick denim. Bret grits his teeth, trying to hold back the moan that threatens to escape. His hands flailing to the silky pillow case under him.

"Fuck," Shawn whispered, still lost at the fact his plan actually worked. His eyes wandered to Bret's face. With hazy eyes Bret looks back at Shawn, “Pussy out already, Michael’s?” he teased, his voice low and a bit horsed.

Shawn swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving Bret’s face. Fuck he was pretty like this, face flushed softly and inky black hair sticking to his forehead. “You wished,” he murmurs, his hands working at Bret’s jeans. The sound of the metal zipper dragging down filled the room. The denim material rustling with each movement. His hands slide to the waistband of Bret’s jeans, tugging them down. The material pools around Bret’s ankles, leaving him exposed.

Shawn can feel his breath catch in his throat at the sight of the man under him. Bret’s chest heaving up and down, the tip of his cock glistening with precum-fuck how the hell could Bret get embarrassed over this? He looked so damn good, it burned its way into Shawn’s mind. Slowly making his way back up, leaving kisses in his path, lips brushing over Bret’s skin feeling it tighten under his touch.

Rising Bret’s shirt up, he swipes his tongue over one of the dark nipples. Grinning at the low groan he got in return, Shawn takes the opportunity to tweak it with his teeth. Chuckling softly at how Bret’s hips writhe against his own, listening to the loud gasp that filled the room.

His hand trails down between them, wrapping itself around Bret’s dick. Bret's brow furrowed, and his lips parted as a low moan escaped him. Feeling Shawn’s grip become firmer around his tip. A soft whimper slipping pass his lips, “S-Shawn.” He stammers, his chest heaving up and down under Shawn’s touch. His hand grips onto the silky material of the pillowcase. “Fuck,” Bret whispers, feeling a buildup of heat in between his legs as Shawn trails kisses upward towards him. Nobody’s ever felt so nice against him like Shawn does, every touch leaves a trail of fireworks on his skin.

His head lulls back, eyes closing as he focuses in on Shawn’s touch. He can feel the heat radiating off himself, a warmth that spread through every part of his body until it settled in his lower stomach, where an uncomfortable tightness now filled him.

He tried to warn Shawn but all he could manage to croak out was a whine before his hips are spasming as he cums onto his stomach and Shawn’s hand. His eyes flutter back open, looking up at the brunette above him.

Shawn brings his messy fingers up to Bret’s lips, pushing them into his mouth. Watching that pretty little tongue wrap its way around his fingers. A low groan of his own fills the silent room, his other hand messing with the buckles of his gear top. Pulling away, he sits back on his heels.

Shimming the top off his shoulders letting it fall to the ground with a thump. his hands working at buttons and zipper of his pants. He sighs feeling relief flood through him when his cock springs free from the tight fabric. He gleams down at Bret, slowly crawling up him until he was straddling Bret’s upper chest.

“My turn Hitman,” he purrs softly, his fingers finding their way into Bret’s hair gripping it. “Open.” He demands, grinning when Bret opens his mouth without hesitation. Resting his other hand on the bed board railing, he slides his cock slowly into the warm, wet heat of Bret’s mouth. He lets out a groan, his eyes rolling lazily before shutting. “Fuckk, that’s it baby.” He pants reopening his eyes, “Doing so good already.”

He whimpers quietly, pushing further into Bret’s mouth until his hips are flushed against Bret’s face. Rocking them back and forth slowly, hearing the small gag Bret let out. “Come on baby boy you can take it,” He murmurs using Bret’s hair to guide his head up and down.

Glancing down, seeing Bret’s eyes squeeze shut as he gags again, earning a chuckle from Shawn. He pulls out completely, his tip resting on Bret’s bottom lip. “Now Hitman I know you can do better than that.” He tease before thrusting his dick back into Bret’s mouth, choking out a moan when Bret’s fingertips dig firmly into his upper thighs forcing him deeper into his mouth.

He gripped the back of Bret’s head, holding him in place as he began to thrust into Bret’s mouth with quick ruts of his hips. “Let me see those pretty eyes baby.” He mumbles, tapping the side of Bret’s cheek watching his eyes flutter open showing off those watery, glazed over dark eyes.

Feeling Bret’s chest rise and lower under him fairly quickly, hearing him let out a muffled keen. “Getting close again?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder grinning at the sight of Bret’s legs spread and trembling while his dick leaked precum onto his stomach, seeing it drip down onto the bed and mix with the old cum. He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his mouth, turning back to look down at Bret. “Yeah that’s it, cum with me baby. Cum by me fucking ur tight little mouth.”

When Bret’s moan vibrates around his cock that was it, throwing his head back he thrust once more into Bret’s mouth as he spills down the man’s throat. His head spun, feeling Bret’s hands wrap around his waist holding him in place.

“Fuck B-Bret.” His legs trembled and tighten around Bret’s head as overstimulation spreads throughout his body. When Bret’s hands finally unlatch him, he pulls off slowly laying next to Bret on the bed. Glancing down looking at the even bigger mess that was made before looking up at Bret. Grinning he leans in kissing softly at his neck, before whispering in his ear “Welcome to the Heartbreak Hotel, Hitman.”

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