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wrxsslin-hours · 4 months

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A oneshot where Hunter finds out about Shawn's messy love life

a/n: I saw this art post by @seraphskater and my hand slipped. Also inspired by that one good ass fic by @tameodesza go check em out!

Hunter Hearst Helmsley was a man of taste. He preferred the finer things in life, those wrapped in gold and silk. He had the tendency to follow around what he believed was good enough for him. This was how Shawn found himself being shadowed by the blueblood every second of the day. Shawn didn’t mind it; the hawk-nosed blonde was easy on the eyes if Shawn squinted hard enough. Hunter was posh to a fault, Shawn found out, but he didn’t complain as long as Hunter made him feel like a million bucks; it did wonders for his already inflated ego. It didn’t take long for Hunter to start pursuing Shawn for something beyond his little schoolboy crush. All it took was a bouquet as big as Shawn and toothachingly sweet words (and the dirty tricks he had to do to keep Shawn WWF Champion, but Hunter digresses).

Shawn was easy to please which was why Hunter already expected the other man’s colorful love life. What he didn’t expect was how really messy it would be.

“Wait, you dated Ramon?”

“Dated is a strong word.”

Shawn snuggled closer to Hunter’s side; his legs wrapped with Hunter’s own. He pressed a kiss on the corners of his lips, hair still tangled with the leaves and petals from the behemoth of a bouquet Hunter gave him hours ago. “You know, if you want to date me, you have to deal with my seven exes.”

Hunter sputtered, “Seven?” The smaller blonde pouted, his nose scrunched, “I’m hot merchandise, everyone wants a piece of the heartbreak kid.”

The blueblood pulled Shawn closer to his chest and Shawn was more than happy to lay on something bigger than the hotel bed pillows. “And who exactly has gotten a taste of the heartbreak kid?” Hunter asked, curious.

Shawn hummed in thought, mind scraping for all the details he may have already forgotten, “Well.”

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Marty Janetty

- If Hunter had to ask Marty, the former rocker would say that he was Shawn’s first everything. First kiss, first love (Shawn begs to differ), first lay. It was only natural for them to get together after starting out as a tag team.

- The chemistry between them in the ring translated into their personal lives. Marty was the more laid-back, easygoing one, balancing out Shawn’s flamboyance. Their opposing personalities seemed to complement each other well. Keyword: seemed.

- They dated for most of their time as The Midnight Rockers. Seen each other at their lowest when sharing half a granola bar for dinner, Marty being Shawn’s shoulder when the high demands of traveling from show to show took a toll on him.

- Marty found that chasing after Shawn was way harder than chasing after tag team gold. It took him months to convince Shawn to have them share a bed, let alone to get a kiss from him. Hunter could see why.

- Marty wasn’t a dead ringer for Shawn’s taste in men. He wasn’t tall, shorter than Shawn clearly. He wasn’t big either. It makes Hunter wonder how they became an item in the first place (“He was the only guy I spent time with for more than a show,” Shawn explained, “I have needs y’know”).

- Marty had a controlling hand, easily jealous, and it left a sour taste in Shawn’s mouth. Shawn lost count of how many times they had an argument that sparked from Shawn looking at another man for longer than a few seconds. Shawn wasn’t that much of a fan of being trapped in a cage. So, it was safe to say that their relationship was doomed from the start. But Shawn let it go on anyway.

- Tension built up when Shawn was given the green light to start his singles career. He knew how Marty would react to the news, so Shawn decided not to tell him anything about it until he had to throw Marty through the barber shop window.

- Shawn broke off the relationship after that. Not much love was lost between them since there wasn’t that much to begin with. Now all their interactions involved Shawn immediately turning the other direction when they made eye contact. If it wasn’t for Diesel, Shawn’s newly hired bodyguard, Marty would’ve tormented him relentlessly, or worse: wanted him back.

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The Sensational Sherri

- Shawn had this sugar mommy thing going on with Sherri. It was short-lived but it was the best few months Shawn’s ever experienced. She fed into Shawn’s ideas of his over-the-top ring gear and has bought him his endless array of jewelry.

- It only took Shawn to bat his lashes for Sherri to go on and convince the Million Dollar Man to give her the money to buy what Shawn wanted. From earrings to hats to luxury hotel rooms, Shawn got it all.

- The Sensational Sherri gave Shawn direction after being split from Marty and Shawn wasn’t quite sure how it would play out. But Shawn’s uncertainty was stomped out from Sherri’s experience. She raised his stock, so to speak.

- From an outsider’s view, they definitely had a thing going on. Shawn wasn’t even aware that he was in a sugar mommy relationship until a few years later.

- Shawn got pegged, 100%

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Diesel

- The two met at a convenience store of a gas station in the middle of nowhere. Shawn saw the top of Diesel’s head poke beyond the metal shelves of liquor and soda cans, and like a moth to a flame, Shawn hunted the other down.

- He was huge, was Shawn’s first thought. All legs and muscle. The moment Shawn had to tilt his head up just to make eye contact with the man, it was over for him. Braincells gone. He wanted to climb that man like a tree.

- Shawn did the most cliché thing imaginable to try and get the other man’s attention. And it involved him “accidentally” bumping into Diesel and spilling the bottle of water in his hands. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” Shawn exclaimed in the most fake-friendly voice he could muster. “Let me buy you another one; I’m so clumsy.”

- Diesel was taken aback. Was that deep ass voice coming from that guy? Christ. He didn’t even try to fight the laugh that escaped his lips when Shawn started pawing at the wet stain on his shirt's sleeve, obviously coping a feel of his bicep.

- “You’re really tall, do you wrestle?” “I truck.”

- The blonde pouted, hand wrapped around Diesel’s arm, “You ever get lonely?” he asked, not-so-subtly. Diesel, bless his heart, was a weak man when it came to blondes. Shawn was a hundred ways of pretty, and Diesel would be stupid to refuse the other’s advances. He does get lonely, thank you very much.

- And that was how Diesel found himself with a naked blonde man sleeping on the makeshift bed in the back of his ten-wheeled truck. That post-nut clarity hits him real strong.

- They had breakfast in a diner and, through the moment of spontaneous confidence, Shawn offered him a job. A bodyguard gig. The offer left Diesel in a pause, the soggy eggs on his fork slipped and fell back on the plate with a splat. “A what?”

- Shawn’s smile widened as he nodded in a way that reminded Diesel of the bobbleheads he collected on his truck’s dashboard. “Come on Big Daddy, you got the build.” Shawn tried to convince, “Pays better too.”

- Diesel hadn’t been given that big of a decision since he made the choice to dye his hair black. His eyes traced from Shawn’s beauty mark to the skin of his chest that peeked from his too-large shirt. The silence that followed it made Shawn pout. The blonde grabbed a napkin and scribbled his number before he tucked it in Diesel’s hands. “I’m not kidding about it, y’know,” he kissed Diesel on the cheek, “Give me a call when you make up your mind.”

- Diesel watched the man disappear beyond the diner doors and he was left with his thoughts.

- It didn’t take long for Diesel to actually call him back. And Shawn was absolutely ecstatic.

- So, there he was, following Shawn to the ring and watching his new employer dance around. They got together soon after. But it was short-lived, the two decided they were better off as friends instead of lovers. The breakup ended miles better than Shawn’s last one. Good on them.

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Razor Ramon

- Shawn thought Razor was the most annoying man alive. And Razor didn’t have any good words to say about Shawn either. They were both stubborn and didn’t know how to take “no” like proper functional adults. It only took Razor spitting his toothpick on Shawn’s lap for them to start squabbling every chance they get. Diesel became their impromptu babysitter whenever that happened.

- They had this situationship going on that confused everyone to no end. One second, they were best buddies; then the next moment, Razor was trying to choke Shawn for mocking his accent. It went on like that for most of their budding friendship. There always seemed to be this tension between the two that was heavy and pungent.

- They boned. No surprise. It was a friends-with-benefits, no-strings-attached thing. They wouldn’t call themselves an item by any means. They always found themselves in bed together after every match they had. And there were no complaints from either of them. The morning-afters seemed to be the sweetest, with Shawn ordering hotel breakfast for the both of them while Razor would untangle the knots in Shawn’s hair made from the night before. It was a moment of comfortable silence, only broken by the rustle of the bed sheets and the noise of the television.

- They started being friendly the more they spent time together, and that led to Razor becoming a part of Shawn and Diesel’s ragtag crew. They made some sort of system together, having each other’s back whenever it calls for it. Best believe, the trio became everyone’s problem in the locker room afterward.

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Sycho Sid

- Even Shawn wonders how he had the audacity to even consider Sid as a potential boyfriend. Shawn had the aching suspicion he made that decision when he was black out drunk one night.

- This all happened after an argument Shawn had with Diesel, and in a sorry attempt to make his former boyfriend jealous, he got himself a new bodyguard in the not-so-mentally there Sid.

- Shawn tried to make it work. Tried.

- But Sid was more interested in the gold wrapped around Shawn’s waist than Shawn himself.

- It was a fruitless attempt on Shawn’s part and he immediately stopped trying when Sid laughed all on Shawn’s face. The blonde can still remember the smell of his breath and it still makes him gag to this day.

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Undertaker

- Shawn can’t even wrap his head around the idea of how he managed to convince the Undertaker to date him. He’d like to think his good looks did it for him.

- In true Shawn fashion, the blonde saw one wrestler that towered over him, and it was over. He was afraid of the Undertaker at first, but in all honesty, who wasn’t? He was an enigma. Came into the wrestling scene wearing all black, hair covering most of his face, and a tub-of-lard of a man following him around with his squeak-toy voice. Maybe Shawn’s thing for taller men overshadowed all the other red flags that said men might carry.

- Shawn didn’t believe the Undertaker was essentially a walking corpse, but after laying his head on his bare chest and hearing no heartbeat, he started to rethink his life choice. (“Okay, it was kinda hot.” Hunter made a face, “Shawn-“)

- Despite their odd pairing, Shawn and the Undertaker surprisingly hit it off. The Deadman turned out to be a gentle giant, and Shawn couldn’t help but be drawn to him. To Shawn's surprise, Taker knew a thing or two about motorcycles. Lord knows how he got into it in the first place.

- Their relationship started off as Shawn treating Taker as some sort of wall, talking on and on about anything and everything. And Taker, not knowing how to respond to Shawn's endless rants, never bothered to interrupt him. That was how Taker got up to date with the latest locker room drama, which to none of his surprise, had Shawn as the center of most of them.

- Shawn became a permanent fixture in Taker’s somewhat dreary routine. Shawn’s deep voice was a nice contrast to Bearer’s and Taker welcomed the change with open arms.

- They decided to end their relationship when Shawn realized that Taker still had some of his own stuff to figure out, particularly the brother-related ones. It was a quiet affair, both in good terms. But that still didn’t stop Shawn from talking Taker’s ear off.

- When come the time that Taker’s heart starts to beat again, he was sure that Shawn was one of the reasons for his second chance to life.

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Bret Hart

- This was one of the relationships where Shawn genuinely saw himself loving Bret for the rest of their lives. They started out as friends when Bret, like the angel he was, offered some encouraging words to a still-green Shawn Michaels back in the early nineties. It meant more to Shawn than Bret realized, especially considering that Shawn was in a rather low moment in his career, unsure of how he was going to be used in the business. He’s heard of all the stories of how new talent became jobbers immediately after they debuted, and Shawn was worried he was going to be one of them. But Bret had more trust in Shawn than Shawn had in himself. The blonde can still remember how Bret complimented his form. It made the Texan blush a whole bright shade of red.

- They didn’t start out as all-out friends like what happened between Diesel and Shawn. They were acquaintances in the locker room, sharing small waves and the occasional “Nice match.” They had this unspoken respect for one another, and it continued to bloom as the years went by.

- Shawn had the tendency to fall slowly and hard. As much as he wants to deny it, his small spark for Bret was there since the very start, and it only got bigger when he entered the WWF championship scene. Shawn made a name for himself big enough to be a contender for gold. And that meant he spent more time with the Hitman.

- Their time together in the ring extended out of the ring too. It started small, sharing stories in the locker room and drinking together in bars after a show. And then they went on dates, sharing hotel rooms, and sitting next to each other during those long-hour flights.

- They shared their first kiss one random night while sharing a bottle of beer on the balcony of their shared hotel room. And it continued to something more in bed.

- It was afterward when they decided it was best for both of them if they only did hookups. Mostly because neither of them could ever bring themselves up to admit their feelings. Maybe it’s arrogance, maybe it’s a fear of commitment. Either way, they stayed casual, and it was neither of them wanted.

- They fell off like how they fell in love: slowly. They started arguing, having fights more than anything else, and it all collapsed on itself. Sometimes, Shawn would wonder what would happen if they did confess.

- This was one of the relationships that actually hurt.

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Hunter stared at the ceiling, listening to Shawn’s voice fade in and out of sleepiness. The smaller man yawned, “But that was years ago,” he assured. And Hunter hugged him tighter. The blueblood smacked his lips after a stretch of silence, “They won’t just start beating up when we tell everyone of our status, would they?”

“I don’t think so.” Shawn placed a kiss on Hunter’s lips and smiled, “But I’m pretty sure Sid would beat you up just because he feels like it.”

#wwe fanfiction #wwe headcanons #shawn michaels x triple h #shawn michaels x bret hart #shawnter #shawn michaels x kevin nash #shawn michaels x undertaker #shawn michaels x razor ramon #shawn michaels #bret hart #marty jannetty #diesel #kevin nash #razor ramon #sensational sherri #sycho sid #the undertaker #writing #dividers by: cafekitsune

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machobusta · 8 months

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Bret Hart’s complaining earns him a powerbomb ahead of Sycho Sid’s WWF Championship defense against The Undertaker. WrestleMania 13 March 23, 1997

#Sycho Sid #WWF #WWE

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skeletonrodeoqueen · 2 years

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#why did he do this #1-800-ARE-YOU-SLAPPIN #shawn michaels #sycho sid #ahmed johnson #wrestling

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apeescapefan · 1 year

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Listen to: Bisexual (prod. Sycho Sid) by BIGMUTHA

#bandcamp #audio #bbymutha #bigmutha #sycho sid

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solarsonicsoda · 2 months

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Wrestlemania Main Event Reviews - Wrestlemania 13

The Undertaker def. Sycho Sid (c) in a No Disqualification Match for the WWF World Championship in 21:19

Pre-match promo from Sid, he goes from yelling to inaudible, and when you can hear him he barely makes any sense! Here’s Taker, and even in full-on undead mortician mode his entrance is a spectacle! I like Undertaker’s little face paint tear. HBK’s on commentary. Sid comes out and is giving fist bumps but I assumed he was a heel. Sid gets the Sid pyro which is always cool. The two big men square up but here comes Bret Hart! Bret is here to yell at HBK, who Vince McMahon comforts it seems. He also yells at Undertaker and Sid, who laughs and looks around when Hart addresses him, which is funny. He then hits a powerbomb on him to shut him up. Taker attacks Sid as he yells at Bret and hits a lot of strikes and a big splash in the corner. The ring is very stained from I presume Austin vs. Hart earlier. Taker hits Old School and he’s all over Sid to begin until he catches a corner splash with a bearhug. He goes to a knee with it and I still think these bearhugs look rubbish. HBK talks on commentary and gets a picture and picture, but that’s ok with me because this bearhug is still going on. Taker breaks free but Sid locks it in again. Taker comes off the rope into a big boot and then Sid launches him over the ropes, but Taker brings him out under the bottom rope. Sid throws him into the French announce team, then drops him on the barricade and the table. He slams him against the post, rolls in for a cover, but kick out. Taker and Sid go back and forth and Sid locks in a camel clutch. Sid goes middle rope and hits a double axe handle but Taker then mounts a comeback. Sid reverses into an Irish whip and then a powerslam. He backs up with a big leg drop but no successful pinfalls. He’s trying a lot! Squeezing Taker’s face into the turnbuckle, then Taker is able to come off the ropes and hit a leaping clothesline, but Sid is still up first. Attack in the corner but Taker flings him through the middle rope and then over the barricade. They brawl back and forth on the outside and back on the inside Taker misses a big elbow drop. Sid locks in a chin lock on the mat. Taker gets out with some big shots and uppercut, then as Sid comes off the ropes, he hits a big powerslam, but Sid kicks out. Shoulder claw from Taker but Sid gets up and breaks free. He goes for a low-effort big boot off the ropes, but Taker catches, spins him, and hits a clothesline. Double big boot and both are down. Sid crawls over for the pin but kick out. He hammers down on Undertaker with multiple middle rope attacks, but again Undertaker kicks out. On the third attempt, Taker reverses, but an eye rake and powerslam halts Undertaker. Sid goes top rope but Taker sits up and crotches Sid. Biel throw off the top, Taker heads up top and hits the diving clothesline, but Sid kicks-out. Taker signals for the Tombstone but Sid counters, though he only gets 2! He throws him out through the middle and brawls outside but Taker gets the choking hand on Sid. However, Bret Hart attacks Sid with the steel chair, Taker looks annoyed but slams him into the post. Chokeslam in the middle of the ring but Sid kicks out. Taker is thrown into the ropes, gains speed, but Sid ducks the attack. Sid signals for the powerbomb, Hart comes up on the apron, Sid attacks him but walks into a Tombstone Piledriver for the win! New champion! And it was a very slow count too! Taker looks great with all the pale makeup worn off. He poses to celebrate.

Pros: Good brawling action, high impact, big win for the Undertaker Cons: Bret’s involvement makes Taker look kinda weak?

Fine match! Fun brawl but nothing that particularly catches the eye, Taker is class but nothing out of the ordinary. The Bret Hart involvement felt a little unnecessary past the opening segment, especially him coming back twice, but it’s not the worst thing.

3 STARS OUT OF 5

#wrestlemania main event reviews #wrestlemania 13 #wrestlemania #wwe #wrestling #pro wrestling #undertaker #sycho sid #sid justice #sid vicious

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beatsforbrothels · 1 year

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Henny L.O. & Sycho Sid - WTF

#henny lo #sycho sid #wtf #greystone

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comparativetarot · 1 year

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Five of Swords. Art by Roy Huteson-Stewart, from the Wrestling Tarot Deck.

Sycho Sid is the V of Swords

#Roy Huteson-Stewart #Wrestling Tarot Deck #Five of Swords #Five #Swords #Minor Arcana #Tarot #Sports #WWF #Sycho Sid

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magicmalcolm · 5 months

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Sid Vicious has ruined the number "22" for me for ever.

#somebody casually mentioned Ward 22 at work this morning #and it took ALL my willpower not to yell “GOLDBERG!?”#sid vicious #sycho sid #sid justice #sid eudy #wrestling

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jasvvy · 2 years

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#wwe #wwf #sycho sid #sid vicious #hakushi

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magnoliacharmed · 1 month

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Awakening

18+, Shawn Michaels x Sycho Sid one shot

[Also available on Archive on Our Own!]

Tags: Mild S&M, semi-public sex, biting, hair pulling, hickeys, face slapping, scratching, come eating, creampie

Word count: 2483

Summary:

Shawn helps a reluctant Sid discover something new about himself.

There was something about Sid that intrigued Shawn. He would’ve liked to think it was purely a physical thing, but he knew there was something else lurking in the recesses of his mind. Sid was a big guy, so big that Shawn had to tilt his head up to look at him. That always did it for him— a bigger man could toss him around like a little ragdoll, just the way he liked it. If someone had asked him though, his excuse was that those tall guys with huge muscles were also perfect bodyguards. With the shenanigans Shawn was always managing to get himself into, a protector with a threatening aura was necessary. So that was his excuse for running after one aptly named “Sycho” Sid, not that he wanted to ride him until his legs went numb.

Of course, not all guards were built the same. Shawn was devastated when Diesel decided he was through with him. The former trucker was perfect in his role as Shawn’s muscle. He managed to bring Shawn down a level when he got too rowdy, never instigated any fights on his behalf, and only took violent action when needed. He was a good companion too, a good friend who always had something funny or interesting to say. The cherry on top of it all was that he was a great lay, maybe the best Shawn had ever had. Sid on the other hand… Well, he wasn’t especially known for being charismatic. No one could ever replace Diesel in that department, Shawn realized. On top of that, Sid loved to fight. It seemed like Shawn was ending altercations more than starting them nowadays. Sid didn’t seem to be the least bit interested in him sexually either, but it was hard to tell for sure.

“Hey, you’re dripping all over my hair,” Shawn complained backstage as he felt big droplets of Sid’s sweat plop down on him. “I just got it done and you’re already ruining it.”

“Hush, don’t start cryin’ like you always do.”

Even though he had a few choice words he would’ve liked to tell Sid, Shawn kept his mouth shut. The two were already on thin ice. For what reason? Shawn didn’t know. He hadn’t been any more of a jerk than usual, he thought. There was no telling what was on Sid’s mind, if he was even capable of thinking that much. There was no point in pissing off a man that much larger and crazier than him, even though he really really really wanted to. Sid may not have had much to offer in the personality department, but his reactions to the world around him were interesting enough that Shawn felt like the risk was worth it.

“Don’t you forget who runs things around here, big man. It’s me, not you. You use that half a brain you have to remember that, got it?”

“You little asshole, you can’t tell me shit about shit!”

Shawn felt Sid’s large fingers intertwine themselves in his hair, pulling his neck and body harshly so that his back was pressed against Sid’s chest. He tried his best to angle his neck up and around to see just what he expectedâ€” Sid’s unblinking eyes as wide as dinner plates staring straight into him.

“I’m sick and tired of your disrespect. Who the hell do you think you are?”

“I’m Shawn Michaels.”

Shawn smiled wide and spit his gum right into Sid’s face. The chewed up white mass bounced off of Sid’s nose and onto the ground in a charged moment. As Sid flickered his eyes away to watch it fall by his shoe, Shawn took advantage of his lessened grip to pull out of his grasp and run towards gorilla. He thought of all the things he hated (losing the title belt, Vince not paying attention to him, running out of liquor) to keep his cock from getting harder at the way Sid grabbed his hair, but the slightly painful sensation kept tingling his scalp in an appealing way. Now he knew exactly what he’d get out of keeping his unhinged bodyguard around.

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"Sid, I want to apologize for my behavior the other night. You were right, I was being an asshole and you didn't deserve that."

Sid looked everywhere but at Shawn. He looked at the battered old cars in the diner's parking lot, at the line cook in the kitchen mumbling some tune, at the runny egg yolk that was beginning to congeal into an unappealing yellow gel across remnants of his hash browns. His eyes sliding all over the place sent a twinge of annoyance zipping through Shawn's body. What, did Sid think he was too good for an apology from The Showstopper himself?

"Even though you were a little out of line," Shawn paused to drink his sugary black coffee. "I don't think you would've gotten that way if I didn't start the whole mess."

"Out of line."

Sid continued to poke at his less-than-spectacular breakfast. The only reason he even agreed to go out to eat with Shawn and not with his real friends was because Shawn said he was paying. Knowing that, Sid decided to let the situation go.

"Okay Shawn, I accept your apology. I'll try not to react so quick next time."

"Great! And please be more careful about my hair. It's what the ladies come to see, so it's gotta be at its best. Costs a lot of money to get done, too."

"Mm-hmm."

It was in Sid's best interest to ignore and placate Shawn's vanity, so he did just that with a terse nod. Luckily for him, their waitress breezed by with a fresh pot of coffee and topped them off before continuing on her way.

"You know how I know you really are 'psycho'? No one's ever been crazy enough to pull my hair the way you did. Not that hard at least. Sometimes when I'm walking out to the ring I feel people tugging at it, but never like what you did. I mean, you almost lifted me off the ground."

Shawn laughed somewhat deliriously. He was trying his hardest to be subtle, not really caring if it landed since Sid probably wouldn't catch it anyways. There wasn't a great need to segway into this subject with grace.

"Didn't mean to hurt you, just wanted you to be quiet."

"Oh no, you didn't hurt me! Not at all, come on. I'm not that much of a pussy."

Finally, Shawn managed to elicit a laugh from Sid. It was nothing more than a small huff of air, but it was still a win in Shawn's book even if he had to make fun of himself to get it.

"I mean, I could still feel my head aching a little later. I didn't mind though," Shawn clumsily dumped more sugar into his coffee.

"You didn't mind what? The pain?"

Shawn let his eyes blink rapidly, cutely, demurely while his head tilted to the side.

"Between that and all the sugar you put in that cup, I think you're the crazy one, Michaels."

With that, Sid exited the booth and walked out of the diner and into the warm night air. He rushed himself back to the dark end of the large parking lot to their car. What kind of freak was Shawn? He liked pain? It just didn't make any sense to Sid. His mind whirred with reasons why anyone would like that kind of stuff as he slid into the backseat of the car. Only a minute later, Shawn opened the car door opposite of him and situated himself almost right into his lap.

"You sure did make me look bad in there with the way you ran out."

Despite not being able to see much of his expression in the dark, Sid knew Shawn was kidding. Now that the ice that Sid didn't even know existed had been broken, Shawn seemed to relax.

"I don't understand, what do you get out of being hurt?"

"I don't know, it feels good. What else can I say besides that I like it?"

"But why?"

"Ugh, what does it matter, Sid? Actually, I'm surprised you even think this way about it. You look like you're halfway to coming whenever you knock someone out at the bar."

"That's different. I don't get anything sexual out of that."

"Yeah, right. Like I'm supposed to believe you've never gotten a little turned on smacking someone around?"

A long beat of silence filled the small space of the car.

"I think you've just answered my question, big man."

Shawn once again felt Sid's fingers wrap in his hair. This time his head was being pulled into Sid's lap face up, the off-white far away glow of the diner's interior brightening up his eyes while he looked up at him.

"You like this?"

Shawn tried his best to nod.

"What about this?"

Sid yanked harshly at Shawn's locks, pulling some kind of needy noise out from him. Immediately his hand moved to rub at his cock while he tried to keep his breathing steady.

"I love it, I love it. Harder."

It was hard for Sid to resist the way Shawn was sounding below him.

"Let me get on top of you," Shawn exhaled shallowly as he wiggled his way out of Sid's grip. He took his time to straddle Sid's lap, grinding against him before firmly planting himself against his cock. Running his hands against the thin fabric of Sid's shirt, he shook his hair around and bounced playfully up and down against him in an attempt to loosen his nerves.

"Come on, Sid, don't be so uptight. Have some fun with me."

Shawn pulled his jeans off and unzipped Sid to reached to line up his cock against himself. He expected him to be big, but was shocked at how thick his cock was.

“You’re my bodyguard, you’re supposed to protect me,” Shawn pouted.

“How is—” Sid groaned when he felt the tight rim of Shawn’s hole. “Any of this… protection?”

“You’re keeping me from doing this with some stranger who might not stop if I’m in too much pain.”

“I guess so, fuck.”

Sid pushed away any opposing thoughts as soon as Shawn slammed down onto him. Shawn saw stars behind his eyes with every roll down against Sid’s dick. He let his lids shut as he realized the only thing Sid and Diesel had in common (besides their job titles) was being blessed with a perfectly sized cock. The stretch of him was just on this side of too much, even more so with the lack of lube he had.

“God, Sid.” Shawn’s mouth fell open at the feeling of Sid’s fingertips digging deep into the supple skin of his ass. Frantically he reached for Sid’s free hand and clung onto his wrist, dragging his hand up to his scruffy jaw and smacking it against his face lightly.

“Slap me, come on. You afraid to? Too scared to actually hit me?”

That same laugh Sid dreaded hearing because he knew Shawn was about to start running his mouth filled the rocking car. He did his best to keep control and not give fully to Shawn’s perversions. Not just for his own sake, but so Shawn couldn’t lord this escapade over his head until the end of time.

“You’re supposed to be so big and bad but you can’t even give me a little slap. Maybe I need to find someone else to do your job.”

The sting of Sid’s palm hitting Shawn’s face made butterflies build in his stomach. Past experience had shown Shawn that taunting always worked. Sid slapped him again, a less aggressive and more attention grabbing affair.

“You always shut up… when I...”

Sid’s words went in one ear and out of the other. Shawn was too busy leaning forward into him and running his hands through his curly hair. Sid was thankful for the maneuver as he didn’t want Shawn to see even the barest semblance of pleasure in his features, even with the dim lighting. His hands moved up and down Shawn’s back, switching between grabbing his hips and fucking up into him to running his fingertips up the tanned expanse of skin. Shawn’s dick twitched strong against Sid’s stomach when he felt shallow scratch marks against his back.

“Should I scratch harder? Leave marks on you?”

Shawn almost huffed in annoyed frustration before he felt Sid sucking hard against his neck. As good as it felt, he knew he’d be in trouble if he left too big of a mark. The makeup girls had a hard enough time covering some of his past love bites, and Shawn was sure this was going to be the worst yet. The feeling of Sid’s teeth sinking into him negated any potential consequences he’d have to face.

Sid’s fingers traveled up to Shawn’s shoulders one last time to leave long, deep scratches all the way down to the small of his back. A string of curse words that surprisingly made Sid blush from the sudden vulgarity rushed out from Shawn as ropes of his come painted Sid’s upper torso and chest. His softening cock didn’t stop him from continuing to move up and down on Sid, who seemed to be using all his focus on trying not to come yet.

“Damn.” Sid took one long glance at Shawn’s beautiful thighs and his own dick sliding in and out of the man above him and had to shut his eyes. Shawn stayed still when he felt Sid beginning to release inside of him. His come filled Shawn more than he thought it would, causing him to abruptly pull out and accidentally leak out on the backseat.

“Now this car is christened with us forever.” Shawn kissed Sid’s cheek quickly, then swiped his tongue across the come he’d left across his chest and swallowed it all down.

“That’s wild. All of this was just… wild.”

Sid shook his head and reached over to the nearest window to roll it down. The air outside of the car wasn’t much cooler, but at least it was fresher.

“Your ‘wild’ is just a regular Saturday night for me. Although this was a much more fun version of it. You did have fun, right?”

“Yeah, I did,” Sid pursed his lips in defeat.

“I’ve decided to extend your contract out as my guard, so get ready to have even more fun with me. That’s an order!”

Shawn cleaned him and Sid up with some scratchy fast food restaurant napkins, then tossed them out of the open window.

“Now, why don’t you get in that driver’s seat and take us to the next town? I think I’m gonna take a nap back here.”

Sid rubbed his temples. What had he gotten himself into?

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