Title: Scrub
Summary: Sugary fiction. :P
Notes: Set in the days of DX, NWO, Tyson on Raw, Bret Hart being on WWE, Hogan and Bischoff trying toi have a Monday Night Raw with Vince.... erm.... 1997 would be more helpful I guess.
Response to 'Sugar' weekly word challenge at the ATC forum.

"Sugar body scrub?" Hunter queried.

"What?" Shawn questioned as Hunter inspected the tub.

"So, they don't chant 'Shawn is gay' enough?"

"They don't know I use that."

"I know. They don't realise how gay you really are."

"Well that's true." Shawn said, taking the tub back off Hunter. He opened it and held it under the younger man's nose. "Sniff that."

"Not the first time you've said that is it?" Hunter joked as he inhaled the sweet scent of the lotion. "Nice. If you're a girl."

"Well it keeps my skin supple and beautiful, what can I say."

"What can you say?"

"Do you have a smart arse answer for everything?"

"Just about."

"So how about you rub the body scrub all over me in the shower tonight?" Shawn watched Hunter's reaction go from amusement to slightly flustered. "Got nothing to say to that, funny guy?"

"Shut up. The problem is with you, it's hard to tell when your serious. You do kiss me on TV, you know."

"Oh, I'm very serious. I guess I'll have this shower alone. And you can always come and join us." Shawn said, slightly shaking the sugar scrub in Hunter's direction.

Hunter watched him go.
And then wondered if he'd dare to follow.