Chapter One – He's Just a Sexy Boy

Another night out, another night Kevin had to carry Shawn over the threshold of some crappy motel like they were married, because Shawn had overdone it again. Whilst Kevin liked to party, too, he saved the hardest of it for special occasions, like New Year's Eve, his birthday, bachelor parties, vacations, things of that sort. Shawn took it to the nth degree almost every night, and day. Coke, painkillers, sex with friends and strangers alike were just some of his favorite extracurricular activities. Since Kevin's career was tied to Shawn's, he was obligated to make sure Shawn didn't ruin his.

Kevin set Shawn down on one of the beds. Shawn laughed tiredly. "I'm sooooo fucked up..."

"You sure are," Kevin replied, but the blonde man was too impaired to catch the insulting tone. He pulled off Shawn's cowboy boots, and then sat down on the edge of the other bed to unlace his own motorcycle boots.

"Big Daddy?"

"Don't call me that," Kevin replied, for the nth time since Shawn had given him the nickname.

"I need to use the little boys' room..." Shawn drawled.

"God damn it, Shawn." He half-dragged his charge into the bathroom.

Shawn stood, gripping the door frame. "I'm so dizzy," he whined. "I don't think I can keep...my balance."

"Then sit down," Kevin told him, impatiently.

"Like a...girl?"

"Yes, Shawn."

"But, Big Daddy..."

"Just shut up and piss." Kevin shut the door and left him to it. He was damn sick of Shawn calling him "Big Daddy" whenever he was fucked up; even his fucking ring name would have been better, but Kevin had a feeling that it, too, might soon be Big Daddy. Shawn had been calling him that so much that other people were starting to as well.

He heard a thud from the bathroom, and went to attend to it. Shawn was leaning heavily against the wall, still sitting on the toilet. His eyes were closed, and he was only wearing his socks and cowboy shirt. Kevin nudged his ankle with his foot. "Shawn! Wake up!"

Shawn's bloodshot eyes flew open and he bolted up. "Oh, Big Daddy..."

Kevin held out his arm. "Come on, Lush."

"I am not a lush!" Shawn protested, but he let Kevin help him up.

"And I ain't your daddy. Flush the fucking toilet, Lush."

"Stop calling me that! I'm no lush! I just had this much." Shawn pinched his thumb and forefinger together. "Every ten minutes," he added, and cackled.

Kevin helped him back to bed. "Please, put on some underwear."

"I don't wear any, except in the ring." Shawn replied, and stripped off his shirt.

"Then how about some pants?"

Shawn tried to strike a sexy pose on the bed. "Don't like what you see?"

Kevin shook his head. "I'm not that way."

"Oh, please!"

"I'm straight, you know that."

"I believe that everyone, no matter how straight or gay they say they are... Everyone's bisexual to some degree. Even you, Big Daddy."

"Lush, even if I was bi, I wouldn't be into you." Kevin laid back on his bed and lit his last cigarette of the night.

"But I'm just a sexy boy... Sex-eee bo-oy..." Shawn sang, and laughed.

"You're not my boy toy."

Shawn turned over, on to his stomach, to look at his tall, brunette bodyguard/babysitter. "Well, who would you go for? At work."

"I don't dip my pen in the company ink."

"I could see you with Scott Hall."

"What?"

Shawn didn't miss Kevin's shocked, half-pissed tone. "Hey, hey... I didn't mean you guys have to fuck or anything. But, I could totally see you guys fooling around."

"You've fantasized about it, haven't you?"

Shawn grinned. "Yeah."

"You're a perverted man, Lush. Guys, girls, sheep... What's next, plants?"

"I don't fuck sheep!"

"You would if you could, though. Horses, dogs, chickens, Lush does the barnyard." Kevin laughed.

"Animals don't turn me on. But just about everything else does." Shawn turned back over supine, and lazily fondled himself. "I'm so fucked up I can't even get it up, but I'm still horny as fuck."

"Stop it, Shawn!" Kevin snapped. "Don't you have an ounce of self-respect?" He got up and went to the bathroom and grabbed Shawn's jeans. He threw them at the immature man. "Please, put on your pants."

"Not those, I pissed in them somehow."

"Nasty." Kevin unzipped one of Shawn's bags, and found a pair of Zubaz.

"Oh no, not those, they're hideous!"

"Who the hell's going to see you in them? Besides me, and I don't care, I just want you to wear pants."

"But Big Daddy-"

"Fuck, Shawn, just put the pants on and go to sleep! It's one in the morning, and we have to be on the road by seven-thirty."

Shawn pulled on the ugly gym pants. "It's one AM already?"

Kevin looked at the alarm clock radio on the nightstand. "No, it's one-thirty, Lush."

"One-thirty? Damn..."

"I'm turning off the light now. Good night, Lush."

"Big Daddy?"

Kevin ignored him.

"Big Daddy?"

"I don't know who that is," Kevin replied.

"Can I sleep with you? I don't want sex or anything, I just want to be held."

"No, Lush."

"Can you tell me a story?"

Kevin sighed. "No, Shawn. Fuck, you're worse than a kid. Just go to sleep, please."

"I'll try. Daddy usually reads to me," Shawn whined.

"Well, your Daddy ain't here. Good night, Lush."

"Good night, Big Daddy."