A/N: Ok so this is my first Bret/Shawn fic ever and I decided after have it written in one of my many notebooks to finally type it up and post it here. I have to say that this is a materpiece in the making even though I'm still consider a noob on this site. Hopefully over time with updates and making more stories I'll get better. Hope everyone enjoys this chapter and get some R&R.

What are they? Is there even a "they" or a "we". He stands there across the corridor. These worn, gray concrete walls surrounds them with high ceilings and fluorescence lights that hang above, one fighting for its life as it twitches to stay on. Identical floors to the walls, but colored with age and dents. Production workers finding there destinations. Equipment and crates abundant throughout. All of these elements clutter the corridor, but somehow, only one thing, one person stands out amongst it all. There he stands, all 6'1 of him with coworkers and acquaintances gather around him. Instantly caught in rapture by those delicate sapphires. His eyes. The golden lashes that envelope around them, making them pop with a reflective gleam. The gates of his soul. His eyes wonder lower to his lips. In reality, they move like any other pair, but for him, they move so slow as if time has divided into half to ingrain the sight in his mind. Moist and soft in detail. Delectable in his mind, ravishing the feeling of his lips on his own.

Bret suddenly closed his eyes at that thought of Shawn. He knew that he shouldn't be thinking that way, especially in such a sexual manner. Shawn already had enough problems as it is with what people say about him. Bret didn't need to be an add on to it nor did he want to be anyways. He's the champion and what he should, or rather thought that he should be doing is maintaining the belt and staying focus on more vital activities, but not with these foreign feeling and thoughts surging through him like an electric current. No, Bret was more than aware of the possibilities of this happening. His father, Stu, warned him at the beginning of his career about the darker side to being on the road.

"Don't let them distract you Bret, you hear me? There's nothing but faggots in tights trying to get off on others. Don't let them turn you wrong. They are a disgrace to wrestling. You need to keep your eyes on the prize of winning and becoming a champion, not on some faggot."

That thought only seem to frustrate him more. Bret respects and honors any advice his father gives him, but for some reason he had a hard time heeding his father's advice. Sure he did listen to him, but as of late it seems though that he's trying to find some way to justify it all. This vexation just seem to settle to his most intimate place. Bret closed his eyes again, but his mind just seem to pick up from where it left off.

Behind his lids he sees his own lips molten to the nape of the younger man's neck, sucking and tasting the bitter sweetness of the droplets of sweat moving down the heated smooth skin. Soon his feels arms pull him closer and wrap around his neck, holding on. He moves his own hands down to his waist, fingers kneading softly, but firm altogether. Hot breath panting against his ear only serving to continue his ministrations and working some type of response from him and he got it.

"Bret"

Bret flashed his eyes open and found it unbearably hard to breathe. 'I need to get out of here', he thought and searched out the nearest exit to clear his mind. Once found, Bret made a beeline straight to it, ignoring onlookers. Busting through the double doors, cleansing air hit him hard with an impact. He was nearly hyperventilating and sucking in as much oxygen as possible. 'I can't be thinking that way. I cannot be thinking that way' Bret screamed inside. He knows he shouldn't, but damned to let his own mind takeover and maneuver its way to create such vivid images of the blond. Shawn is a man, a man Bret should not be thinking about it in such sinful ways. 'Those eyes, those lips'. Bret pounded his fists hard against the brick wall of the arena. Pain shot up his arms from the contact, but he didn't care. It barely register in his mind because the real pain he felt was between his legs, slowly throbbing for need. Bret knows its taboo. He woke up many times in the night to pray to God to save him, release him of this greed and lust. Nothing. God seem to not care in his eyes what would happen and turned his cheek. Kneeling and pressing his head to the wall, Bret once more prayed for help.

"I beg you my God as I kneel on my knees to please rid and save me from these sinful thoughts because I'm so afraid that something beyond my strength will happen. Something I might regret." Bret raised from the ground and open his eyes to see the blond sin in question before him.

"Fancy seeing you out here. What were you blubbering about?" Shawn asked with a hint of a smile on his face. Though it was barely noticeable out in the darkness, Bret was more than able to make it out. He played it cool though and casually stuff his hands in his jean pockets and replied smoothly.

"Just getting some fresh air. Its kinda hot and stuffy inside. You?"

"I was about to get something out my rental until I saw you on your knees mumbling something." Shawn moved over to where Bret was leaning against the wall and stood beside him. "What where you saying?"

Bret immediately felt the need to create some space between himself and Shawn. He could feel the body heat coming off of him and wrapping itself around Bret, trying to pull him closer. Once again, he played it off as if it wasn't a big deal. Ignoring the closeness, Bret came up with a quick lie.

"Its just a little ritual I do before a match. Helps me to concentrate better." Bret replied, looking down at his hands and seeing the effect of abuse the wall did to his hands. As if reading his mind, Shawn gently grab his hands.

"What happen to your hands?" Bret stiffen at the simple gesture of Shawn examining his hands. It was so simple, yet it affected him greatly.

"Shawn, they're fine. I just need to put some ice on them and wrap them up."

"You sure? I have some Icy Hot in my bag if you need some." Bret smiled.

"I'm fine Shawn." Bret pulled his hands away from the younger man's grasp and stuff them back in his pocket. He looked up at Shawn and from what he could tell, he had a look of rejection on it. 'Did I hurt his feelings?'

"I'm sorry." Shawn whipped his head around to look back at the dark-haired man.

"Why are you apologizing for?" He asked, still not understanding why all the sudden guilt.

"I know you were trying to help me, but I assure you my hands are fine." It then dawn on him. Shawn chuckled and smiled.

"You didn't hurt my feelings or anything Bret. I assure you of that. I know that you're pretty tough. After all, you are the reining WWF champion right now." Bret nodded in agreement.

"You say as if you're a nobody to me. I know some day you'll be wearing this strap too. You are, technically, the second in line to win the title." Bret referred to him being Intercontinental champion. In this line of work, that title is know as the workhorse title and guarantees that any previous holders go on to be the WWF champion.

"I hope so." That was all Shawn could say. He's been hoping and dreaming to become champion since the age of 12 when he was first presented to world of wrestling via a television set. As for Bret, he grew up surrounded by it. Wrestling ran deep in his family. All of his 7 other brothers are/were wrestlers and his 4 sisters married wrestlers.

"What do you mean hope so?" Bret gave him a bewilder look. Shawn now look a bit uncertain. He keep his gaze away from the Hitman.

"Are you alright?" Shawn shifted uncomfortably under his watchful eyes, not daring to look up at them. Then suddenly his chin was raise to look back at the other man. Shawn gave him a slight nod in indication that he was alright. Bret let his hand linger a bit longer until he released his chin.

"Look I should, uh, just go get what I need out of my rental and be on my way." Shawn turned and walked hastily away from Bret without giving him time to response. Bret let what was about to come out his mouth turn into a sigh. 'I scared the poor kid' he thought walking back inside the arena to get ready for his match.

Shawn finally made it to his rental and let out a jagged breath. Sure he might of though that Bret would show some form of concern for him, but it touch him the way he showed it. Shawn couldn't help but smile a bit at that thought, mainly because Bret wasn't know for being a touchy guy so him lifting his chin was very unlike him to do. Shawn simply enjoyed it. It felt good to have someone outside of the Kliq to show some fondness to him. 'Maybe we can be friends.' He thought.

Bret couldn't get the imagine of Shawn staring back into his eyes out his mind. The moment branded in his mind, but he also noticed something else. Awkwardness. He does know why, but he saw the glint of nervousness in the younger man's eyes. It was quick, but nonetheless he spotted it and only lead Bret to wonder why Shawn was. 'Did I scare him?' he thought. Bret knew he scared himself when he took it upon himself to use physical means to make sure that he was alright. Never would he ever do such a simple gesture for anymore, not even for his own family. The Harts are known for being tough and Bret abide by that. Showing emotion was no-no and he sure as hell will never make the mistake of showing it again.

Tonight's house show was over and Bret being of course apart of the main event, grab his towel and made into the shower room. He was thankful for the fact that no one was around and that he could enjoy his shower. He never did like changing with others, especially knowing that anybody could have a wandering eye. Putting the shampoo and conditioner aside, Bret turned on the shower full blast, letting the water turn lukewarm for his liking. After a short while, he began washing himself and delving in the wonders of the water easing knots out of his muscles. Bret let him mind wander and he wasn't surprise it wander to Shawn.

There he was before him, completely soaked. His blond curls dripping with water and surrounding his face. His body hair sticking to his chest and stomach, making him more desirable. Bret focus his eyes on a droplet of water that trailed from his neck down to his toned stomach. He keep his glaze seeing it slide down over the ripples of muscles and soon losing itself in the soft patch of curls below his waist. Bret let his eyes wander back up to see Shawn slowly and methodically wash his upper body. The combination of soap and water poured down his down his body to his feet. Shawn eyed him half lidded and lick his lips in want. Bret dropped his own bar of soap and purposely made his way over to the blond. Shawn looked up into his brown eyes and just stared at him, trying to read his mind. He was jarred from his mind when he was pull to him closer, making their bodies and sex touch. Bret thought right then and there that he would lose after seeing the expression on Shawn's face from the contact. He let eyes lower to his lips, taking in the detail of them. Bret softly pressed his lips against them and felt time just slow around him. Shawn kept the kiss intimate and slow, wanting to explore every bit of the older man's mouth. Bret suck softly on the bottom lip, nibbling on it for indication to deepen it. He got his wish and Shawn more than willing parted his lips and granted Bret all access to explore. Bret caress the sensitive roof of his mouth while he felt Shawn's tongue caress the underside of his tongue. The kiss lasted a few seconds longer until Bret pulled away and reattached his lips to the pulse of his neck. He nibbled at his atom's apple then sooth the markings with little kisses. Shawn raked his nails down Bret's back, making him arch towards at the tingly sensation.

Bret looked down below and knew he was sporting a painful erection. He did not want to stroke himself to relieve the constant throbbing and ache, but knew there was no way he was going to out still sporting this hard-on. Bret reluctantly slide his hand lower to grasp the shaft and used the water as lubricant and started slowly stroking himself.

Bret suddenly half gasp half moan when he felt Shawn take a hold of his cock. Shawn used his thumb to tease the head and conjure some response.

"Mmm...God Shawn, don't stop."

Shawn picked up the pace and started to give him more firm, fast strokes to get him off. Bret cling on Shawn for dear life and he felt his own release coming soon.
Bret started to stroke himself faster in sync with the daydream.

Twitching violently under his own ministrations. Biting on his lips, he was overtaken by the waves of pure ecstasy. He now held his own deflated cock in hand, cover in his own release. Bret let the water wash the mess away and continued with his shower, not knowing he was being watch the whole time.

Shawn leaned against the wall that separated him and Bret after watching what just happen. Shawn let out a large breath of air he didn't even noticed. He couldn't believe what his eyes saw. He originally came back in the lockeroom to grab his coat he left behind. He was about to leave until he heard the shower running. Peering his head in, he saw the Hitman in all his glory. That sight alone was turned him on. He didn't want to let his mind wander and walked over to the door to leave, but something had caught his eye. Reeling back to where he stood previous, he had to double take what he saw. There stood Bret, eyes closed and stroking him. Shawn lower his gaze to the repetitive movement of his hand moving up and down on his shaft. Blush creep into his cheeks at seeing this. He felt like he was little kid that saw some adult movie for the first time. Knowing he would be caught if he didn't leave, Shawn walked back over to the door, but this time something caught his ears. He didn't need to walk back over to the showers to know what Bret had said aloud. It was more than clear the first time. Bret was in the shower wanking himself off to thought of him and vocalized it. Shawn blushed even more red than before. Never would ever think that Bret Hart would be sexually interested in himself. Shawn smiled a bit at that and relished in the fact that Bret found him desirable. He linger in the lockeroom a bit longer until he heard the shower turn off and left.

Bret wrap a towel around his waist and emerged from the showers. He felt much better physically and mentally after that. No longer was his muscle aching. No longer was he thinking about Shawn. After dressing into some jeans and shirt, Bret simply pulls his hair back into a ponytail and gather his gear and left the arena to hotel he was rooming at.

Shawn nonchalantly drop his luggage on the floor and flopped face first on to the bed. He let out a huge sigh and kicked his boots off. The memory of Bret back in the arena in the shower still ran through his head like a picture slide show. He still couldn't believe or consume the fact that Bret had moaned his name aloud, too busy in his own world to know that the same said man was right there behind a wall hearing all of this. Did Shawn find this hot? Yes, but he felt uneasy about it. He knew what he had to do if Bret ever wanted to act out on his fantasy, but there was no way Shawn would let him. He's heard the rumors about himself and the last thing he wanted was to prove his critics right. So yes, Shawn would probably sleep with him, but it doesn't that he would anytime soon. He had much more important tasks at hand and with that said, Shawn change into some pajama bottoms and slip underneath covers. Tonight he was going to have a full night of sleep and forget everything he saw in the shower.

Bret on the other hand knew he wasn't going to have a pleasant night of sleep. He knew that as soon as fell into stage 2 of sleep, he would be welcome by the sight of the blond once again. Getting ready for what was soon to happen, Bret just strip to his boxer and laid in the bed just starring up at the ceiling and counted the little dots until sleep overcame him. Just like he forseen, Bret eventually drifted off to sleep uttering a silent prayer. 'Please protect me in my sleep.' God once again turn his cheek and Bret was already taken away and all he could was go with it.

A/N: I hope everyone enjoy the first chapter on this story. Please R&R. It'll be my drug to help me keep updating this story. Love to all.