The next morning arrived allot sooner than what Bret had anticipated. Last night was terrible for sleep. The insomnia was all due to a specific young man, Shawn. Bret had generalized last night that his normal, peaceful night of sleep would be overflowed with thoughts of the younger man, especially after what had occurred last night in the lockeroom showers. Not even the little prayer beforehand help to cease it, but a small part of him knew that any sort of prayer wouldn't be much of help. Bret just insinuated that the more he tried to downplay these graphic thoughts, the larger chance that they would vanish. No, what he should have done was trying his damnedest to prepare himself for them. Bret looked down and shook his head. 'I should have know better than that.'

Bret looked over at the clock on the nightstand and noted that he had roughly three hours before he had to get on the plane for the next house show. He only needed an hour to get ready and be on his way to the airport. Bret took the time to look around the dim hotel room. The tainted window curtains were closed with a dark orange glow peaking from under them, showing the light from the slowly dawning sun. Majority of the hotel room was chilled from the air conditioning being set so low in temperature. It didn't bother him that it was freezing in the room. Bret naturally had thick skin because of where he grew up. Cold Canadian weather was something he was accustom to. The cotton sheets around him were cool against his heated body. The contrast of temperature felt so naturally good to him. Bret wasn't in a rush to get up and continued to just lay down and went into deep thought to burn some time.

A smile curled to his rosy lips. Despite what happen last night in the lockeroom, Bret had always taken a fondness to Shawn. The young man is a spitfire in the ring; flying and jumping off whatever he can. Shawn had something special about him that Bret took notice of when first saw him in the ring. He didn't know if it was the way he moved in the ring or the way he looked. Shawn had always wore flamboyant clothing to ring which made him look less like a wrestler and more like some male dancer to many of the boys in the lockeroom, including Bret himself. The looks from others didn't seem like it bother Shawn at all, at least that's what Bret thinks, or that people thought that way of him. Maybe Shawn already knew. Bret knew the boys thought that way about him and look past all that facade and saw that the young man had allot to offer in the ring and wrestling in general. Bret could see himself one day going up against him in the future. He knew that if Shawn kept up with his improving ways, that one day he could end up becoming the champion in the future, but Bret also knew that Shawn had allot to work on, technically and mentally, if he wanted to become the champion one day.

Finally getting out of bed, Bret grab some clothes and headed into the bathroom for a nice hot shower to help fully awaken him. Placing the shampoo and conditioner down, Bret turned on the water and tested out the temperature before getting in. For a moment, he let the soothing lukewarm water shower down his body and closed his eyes. The steam was heavy and the glass of the shower door was blurred. Sighs of relaxation escape his lips when the muscles under his skin loosen up. He closed his eyes and lean forward under the shower head, resting a hand on the shower wall. It didn't take long for his thoughts to continue from last night. Bret gripped his hands closed in frustration and anger. 'Why won't you go away.'

Shawn was still asleep in his room and was enjoying every minute of it. Eventually he knew he had to wake up, but like always, he didn't want to. Last night's house show was great as usual, but everything after it wasn't. His friends, Kevin, Sean, and Scott had decided to go out to a bar earlier than normal, leaving himself alone. Paul had no choice but to go. He was their designated driver. He really need a drink or two after what happen last night. Shawn was used to many women lusting off of him and maybe on occasion some men too. It was the norm for him, but this particular man was one he had to see and work with on a daily bases. He couldn't shrug it off like all the numerous times he did and never see the person again. Bret is very active backstage. Shawn would always see him talking to people, giving someone some sort of advice, much like he did with himself at some point. Shawn knew from others that he's a devoted family man and husband to a woman, not a man. He always hears Bret talk about his kids and wife with such zeal and pride beside wrestling. Shawn knew his family always came first to anything or anyone. Even if Shawn tried, there was no way that Bret would leave his family for another. 'Where would I fit into this?'

Shawn scoffed and shook his head at the ludicrous thought. He knew there was no spot for him and was happy that there wasn't one. What he needed to focus on is wresting and making his boyhood dream come true. Shawn found out the hard way that mixing the two couldn't exist. Having to choose between what you love and the one you love wasn't a choice Shawn wanted to make. Getting a divorce wasn't something that he thought would happen. As much as he did love Theresa, he loved wrestling more. Wrestling was all the love he needed. Sure there were times when he just wanted to end it all because he wasn't getting where wanted, but his sheer passion for wrestling trump those suicidal thoughts he had a few years back. Shawn smiled in his half sleep because he knew with each passing day, he was getting closer to his dream and that was all that really matter.

Eventually getting out of bed, Shawn took a quick shower. Stepping out and looking at himself in the mirror, his reflection was beaming with a glow after remembering that he's at where he wants to be. Shawn was amazed by just remembering his own goals in life would bring such rejuvenation to his soul. He put on some clothes and dried his hair. He took look one more look back at the mirror before leaving and smiled. 'This is where I want to be.'

Bret dragged his luggage in the elevator, pressing the button to the lobby when a hand stop the doors from closing. He looked up to see Shawn stepping in with his own luggage in tow. Bret gave the younger man a quick look over before settling on looking up at the floor number above the elevator doors. For the first, Bret felt uneasy being next to Shawn in a small space. The air seem to be limited in the elevator suddenly. Shawn wasn't paying any attention to Bret. He was feign being interested in his new beeper, absently pressing buttons he had no idea what they did. Bret looked over and watch with a bit of amusement on his face. He too noticed that Shawn had no idea how to use the device. He took this opportunity to easy a bit of the tension between Shawn and himself.

"You have no idea how to use that, do you?" Bret spoke and smiled when Shawn gave him a nod.

"Vince highly encouraged me that I get one of these beepers. I don't even know how the freaking thing works!" Shawn was frustrated with the beeper. All week he was trying to get the device to work, but failed miserably.

"Let me give it a try." Bret took the small device from the blonde's hand and started tinkering with it. Shawn step closer to him to get a better look at what Bret was doing with the beeper and trying to remember everything that he was doing. Bret was still tinkering with the beeper and didn't notice how close Shawn was until he spoke calmly.

"What are you doing Bret?" The older man instantly froze in his place. That voice. It was like the strumming of a guitar; soothing. He then looked up into Shawn's eyes to see that they were looking right back at his dark brown ones. Bret noticed that there was a hint of gray and green in them under the lights. They were simply captivating. Bret's daze was broke when Shawn spoke again.

"Well?" Shawn was starting to become impatient and wanted to know what Bret did to his beeper. Bret blink and finally handed over the beeper after being in a short comatose state. Shawn took the device and looked down at it trying to see what changes Bret made to it.

"I put Vince's number in it for you." Bret grab his luggage and walk out the elevator as the doors open to the lobby floor, leaving Shawn dumbfounded in the elevator. Shawn took another glance down at the beeper and notice that indeed Vince's number was in his beeper, but also Bret's. He look up again to see that Bret was already gone out of site. "Thanks".

Bret walked over to where his youngest brother, Owen, who was talking to his brother-in-law, Davey, about upcoming events and Thanksgiving in. Bret pretended to be interested in what Owen was rambling on about, but was too busy looking past his brothers at Shawn. The blond was at the receptionist desk, checking out of the hotel. He didn't know for sure because he was just looking at him in general. He had on some tight blue jeans that accentuated certain assets that Bret took immediate notice of. Davey was now talking and rambling about the schedule when Owen followed his brother's gaze to Shawn. He wasn't surprised. He started to notice that his brother's attention had been off for a while now. He tried asking him before what was wrong, but Bret would always dismiss the issue and come up with a lame excuse. More recently he would see Bret taking secret glances at the young man. Owen notice that every time Bret would look at him, something would come alive in his eyes. His eyes would have a burnt orange twinkle in them. Owen knew the look. It was the look of lust in his brother's eyes. Surely he thought that Bret wasn't lusting after him, but then he started to deny that his brother was. Owen was unsure. 'He wouldn't be, would he?'

Owen decided to put his own curiosity aside for the time being and focus on the topic at hand, though he knew that sooner or later, he would privately confront Bret and ask him some questions about a certain person. Owen turned back to his older step-brother and continued on the conversation like nothing happen.

"You ready for Thanksgiving?" Owen asked with a mischievous smile. Davey just looked at him with a raised eyebrow before slowly starting to smile. Owen was up to something again. Owen was always up to something.

"Anything in mind Owen?" Davey asked back, fully smiling now.

"Maybe." That was all Owen said before walking off and leaving the hotel with his luggage. Davey shook his head and followed with his own behind him. 'Always up something Owen.'

Bret didn't even noticed that his brothers had left without him. He was still glancing back every now and then at the blonde who was now leaving. Picking up his luggage, Bret walk over to the receptionist desk and check out of the hotel. He stop by a small shop located towards the entry of the hotel to grab some breakfast on the go. Bret wasn't the biggest fan of airplane food and wanted something sweet to munch on. He decided on a large blueberry muffin and caught a taxi with his brothers.

Shawn, unsuccessfully, was trying to call for a taxi cab. He needed to be at the airport in the next 30 minutes and knew the drive from the hotel to the airport was a 10 minute trip. Putting his bags down, Shawn pulled up one end of his jeans to show off his cowboy boot. Feeling risque and desperate, Shawn stuck his boot out, shaking it a bit to get a taxi driver's attention. Not even one taxi later did one pull over for him. Shawn smiled and started picking up his luggage. The taxi driver came out the car and to Shawn's relief, it was a woman. She went around to the rear of the car to pop the trunk open. Shawn carelessly threw his bags in and was about to shut the trunk of the cab when someone yelled out his name. Looking up, he saw Paul quickly approaching him with his own bags.

"Thank God I got your attention." Paul spoke breathlessly. Paul was up all night having to babysitting Kevin, Sean, and Scott and making sure they got back to the hotel last night. He also had to make sure that they were up in enough time to get ready to leave for the next show. With all of that, he barely had time to get his own luggage ready.

"You need to catch a ride with me or something?" Paul nodded and Shawn grab the younger man's luggage and toss it into the trunk with his. Hunter smiled and quickly got into the taxi cab, trying to get his breathing back to normal after running around this morning. Shawn looked back at the hotel, seeing if anyone else needed a ride and saw none of the boys. He shut the trunk closed and climbed into the backseat of the taxi.

"Thanks again Shawn." Paul spoke.

"I'm guessing that you were up trying to keep them on schedule." Shawn said, referring to Kevin, Sean, and Scott. Paul nodded and stretched his long legs as far as the taxi cab allowed him to. It was unbearable for him. When he first joined the company earlier this year, he was told by Pat Patterson that befriending Shawn and his buddies would be beneficial to his career. Paul seized the opportunity, hoping that Pat wasn't lying to him. So far, whatever benefits he was getting were being trumped by all the labor he was doing for them. Shawn wasn't so bad; he would majority of the time carry his own luggage while the others would leave it all for Paul to carry. Sean would help out every now and then. He knew his pain as he once was in Paul's position not too long ago. He knew this was just their way of making Paul pay his dues and to earn some credibility with them and himself.

"You know you can just tell them to go easy on you." Shawn stated calmly, looking over at the younger man. Hunter just scoffed.

"Yeah right Shawn." Shawn frown when he heard that. Paul was looking out the window the entire time. Shawn took the opportunity to really look at him. For the first time, Paul looked tired and not just tired, but looking like he wanted to quit. His normal honey gold eyes were dull and void of any emotions. They were embordered with dark circles and lines of age. His equally golden hair was pulled back into a crappy ponytail with hairs looking mousy and in need of a good wash. There was even some small patches of a beard starting to grown in. For someone who portrayed a rich, clean-cut snob, he was looking the complete opposite.

"I'll talk to them about it then." Paul looked back at him. Shawn just shrug his shoulders.

"It's nothing. You've earned it with taking our crap." Shawn smiled at him and Hunter smiled back, knowing that Shawn was speaking the truth.

"Thank you." It was all Paul could say at the moment.

"Will ya stop with the 'thank yous'?" Shawn smiled, teasing him.

"I don't know what else to say. I just am." He truly was. He wasn't getting the best treatment, but being a lackey had some goodness come from it, like Shawn's friendship. Not to say he wasn't close with the others, but he found being around Shawn to be... special.

For the rest of the ride, they both continued to talk about miscellaneous topics. Once the cab stop, both men step out the taxi and grab their luggage. Shawn would have like for the conversation not to end, but they were on different planes. Luckily for Paul, he was on the plane without Kevin, Sean, and Scott. Paul sighed happily in relief. He was going to get much needed rest on the plane today. Shawn on the other hand, was stuck on the plane that had the Harts on it. At least he had Bret to talk to. Owen and Davey made it obvious that they didn't want to associate themselves with him. Shawn had no idea what that meant, but small part of him knew exactly what they meant.

Shawn parted ways with Paul and headed for his terminal. He looked around and saw some empty seats near the windows and made a beeline to them. He looked at his watch and noted the time for boarding plane was in a few minutes. Looking around once again, he saw Davey and Owen laughing over something with no Bret in sight. Mark was sitting with crew of large men. There was the Kliq and then there was Mark's gang of friends, BSK. The meaning of initials were different depending on who you asked. Back Stage Krew, Black Solid Knights, or more commonly known, the Bone Street Krew. Every member had a tattoo that were of the initials. Shawn thought it was more of a gang-like group than a gathering of close friends. He was caught up into thought when the intercom came on, telling the passengers it was boarding time. Getting in line, Shawn still didn't see the older man, but the older man saw him.

Bret was sitting far away from everyone. He had a pair of normal shades on to mask himself. He watched Shawn from the time he arrived to now where he was waiting in line to board the plane. He noticed the blonde kept looking around, as if searching for someone. He saw that none of Shawn's friends were around. It was just himself, Shawn, Davey, Owen, Mark, and his crew of friends. The plane was going to leave soon and Bret needed to get in line quickly. Stopping himself from thinking any further, Bret casually walk over to the terminal with his ticket and boarded the plane.

Shawn immediately went to the back of the plane to be far away from everyone. He took a seat behind an emergency exit that block off his view of rest of the plane. Bret boarded the plane last and looked around, seeing that no one was in the back, or at least he thought so. He made his way to the back and was surprised to see Shawn sitting by himself.

"Shit! You scared me." Bret spoke, holding his heart. Shawn chuckled at him.

"Sorry Bret. I wasn't expecting you either. 'Thought you would have sat up front with Owen and Davey."

"Not today. I just want to sleep." Shawn smiled at that.

"You're not the only one." Bret casually sat down next to the blonde. Shawn was taken back by it, but didn't show it. There was several empty seats and he chose to sit right next to him. 'Odd'.

Bret took out the blueberry muffin he brought earlier at the hotel and began to unwrap it. From the corner of his eye, Shawn watched Bret take a bite of the muffin. He specifically paid close attention to the lips and how moist they got from salivating at the muffin. Shawn griped the arms of the chair when Bret made a low noise. He shut his eyes tight when he heard him make the sound again. Shawn's imagination started to run rapid. The imagery was sinful. The sheer thought of those lips on any part of his body was his kryptonite. A part of him knew it was wrong to think this way, especially if the man in thought was sitting next to him, but he didn't care. He wanted him so damn badly right now.

Shawn let a shaky breath escape his lips. This plane ride is going to be heaven and hell for the next 3 hours. 'I wish my body was the muffin'.

Alright, it's been too long since I updated this story. I started this back in high school. Now I'm working on college and have some free time (Interior Design FTW). Hopefully, I'll update more frequently, but I'm not going to promise that. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter.

The info about the Bone Street Krew is true. Whatcha think the tattoo across Undertaker's stomach is for? The members of group are Undetaker, Bearer, Yoko, Mideon, Rikishi, Godfather, Savio Vega, and Krush. There's more of the them, but ones I listed have a tattoo of the initials. Yoko and Undertaker came up with the name. I assume guys like Bradshaw, Farooq, and Viscera are apart of this group as they are all close friends with Undertaker. At some point there was beef between the different cliques in the company, but that all went away sometime after a tour in Germany. You can find the infamous picture of the Kliq and some members of the BSK on the internet somewhere. They're on a bus BTW.

Anyways, please review. Recently reading the ones I've got made me want to update this story. Sad isn't it that I'm now looking at my reviews?