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The Three I's	By : Yhu Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Three I's
By: Yhu
Pairing: Kurt Angle/Shawn Michaels
Disc: Not my men
Distro: Just ask yhudistic@hotmail.com
Rated: Nc-17
Warnings: Light kink, humor, m/m sex
Summary: Talk between two rivals takes an interesting turn as Kurt tries to get life together after divorce.
Notes: No, I haven't forgotten about Candle Waxxx or Refugee- I hit a snare, and writing a one shot usually gets those creative juices flowing.

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"Do you oil your head?"

The question through me off right away as I looked at the blonde on the other side of the office waiting room. Shawn Michaels. You can't really take him seriously- half the time I don't know what's coming out of his mouth. "...What?"

"You heard me- Do you oil your head?"

I frowned and shook my head. "Uh- No... Dare I ask why?"

"It's just really shiny all of the time- forgive me for being curious."

Being stupid is more like it. Some one should really cut the air off to Shawn's big head before he floats away. I looked at the clock- wishing Bischoff would get back. I've got a meeting with him and I'm tried of waiting. I can tell by the look on Shawn's face that he had more questions and I didn't want to answer any more moronic ones at the moment. At least he has the decency to ask questions not about my failed marriage.

"What's it like being bald?"

Here we go. I rubbed my head a little before continuing. "It's like having hair, only you need to put sunscreen on. Or wear a hat. Any more questions, or are you going to stop annoying me?"

"Why do I have to stop? When you're asked questions, you don't think about the more difficult things."

Is he trying to comfort me? I don't know what to think anymore. "I suppose you could ask better questions then, if you're going to ask them at all."

"Fine- boxers or briefs?"

"How is that a better question?!" I barked at him, but he remained unfazed. "...Boxers. What about you?"

"Wellllll when I wear them, boxers. Or thongs. Depends on what I'm doing and wearing. You can't really go commando in a pair of tight jeans- the chaffing is too much."

"That whole sentence was too much." I muttered but I suppose I asked for it. "How can you go commando anyway?! Where's the support?"

He shifted in his seat, adjusting one long leg to rest over his knee. He had on a pair of jeans, so by his logic he had to have something on in there. They were also pretty tight, so it had to be a- I shouldn't be thinking about what he's got under there anyway! I suppose it's the divorce effecting me. I've been thinking of some odd things lately, so that must be it. "You should try it and see for yourself, it's freeing."

"I don't think I'll be doing that any time soon."

"Why?"

God, he just doesn't stop. "Why- well, I need the support Shawn."

"So you're big then."

By now, I suppose I'd say anything to get him to stop asking his questions. After I glared at him and turned a little red, I nodded. "Yeah, don't mean to toot my own horn, but I am pretty well endowed."

"Have you ever had gay sex then? I'd bet you'd be pretty popular."

"What the hell is the matter with you- You know I was married! And we're in a public place-- There's a secretary over there for pity's sake!"

Shawn adjusted himself in his chair waving to the elderly woman at the desk. "I'm aware Kurt- Hello Gladys!"

"Hello Shawn dear!" She smiled to him, then went back to typing like Shawn's questions had barely reached her ears.

"And I know you were married, but everyone does have some time to experience things they never would-- it's called college."

"I didn't do anything of the like when I was in college! Don't lump me in with your crazy statistics, Michaels."

"Okay fine then."

Finally, silence. That conversation was getting a little too strange for me. I grabbed a magazine on the table, reminding myself that Bischoff was now at least ten minutes late for our appointment. But I suppose that's not so bad-- after all, Shawn's shut up now.

"Don't you want to know if I've had gay sex?"

My shoulders shrugged in defeat as I looked over at him from the brim of the magazine. "I suppose you're going to tell me anyway, regardless of what I say so sure. I want to know about your sex life."

"I have. It's nice. Men are different then women during sex- there's a form of deep understanding of primal desires that happen only with the same sex. Not sure if it happens with lesbians, but I'm pretty sure it does."

"Pretty sure, huh?" I asked amused and he nodded. "Well, that's interesting."

"Are you interested?"

I was almost afraid to ask, but yet again I felt compelled to. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Shawn had some sort of power over me. "About...?"

"Having gay sex. I'm kind of horny, and I'd like to get laid right about now."

Shawn's propositioning me for gay sex. I don't know what to say, and all I can think about are the three I's.

Intelligence: I could use that to get out of this.

Integrity: I can't have sex with Shawn! I'm not gay!

Intensity: ... Like Shawn's gray blue eyes. They won't stop staring at me- drilling holes into mine. He's serious about this.

"Come on-- I know you want me. The way you touch me in the ring, hold me, grab me. You're curious my friend."

I really wanted to tell him what I thought of him, but for some reason I couldn't speak. I just... I... I guess I am curious. He got up from his chair, walking slowly over to me, placing his hands on the arm rests. His blonde hair draped down in front of his shoulders, almost touching me. I pushed back against the chair to get away, but he pressed forward arching toward me. He actually smelt pretty good- I've never really noticed it before. "Y-You smell really good."

"Thank you." He smiled noting how pretty his smile happened to be. "Was that so hard?"

"No. It really wasn't."

"I think you want to kiss me."

I stared at his lips, tugging on my shirt collar a little. Was it wrong to say yes? They did look soft... "Is it wrong?"

"Of course not."

"O-Okay. I guess... I guess I do."

He smiled and took my hand. "Come on then."

"But I have an appointment with Eric- I can't miss it!"

"He's already twenty minutes late, he won't be coming any time soon."

"What about you then? Why'd you come in here?"

Shawn stood up, and with an impish grin, he replied. "I followed you in here."

I suppose if Shawn really has nothing better to do than bother me, then let him do it. I gave him an aggravated look, following him out the door.

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We went to my hotel room, seeing how it was closer than his is. He walked in, examining my suit case opened up on the rack. "You have snoopy boxer shorts."

I quickly shut it over, preventing him from looking in any further. "Let's just do this then."

"I'm not a whore, Kurt." He said looking a little hurt.

I beg to differ, but I still felt bad. "You're right. You're not a whore- I'm sorry."

He placed his arms around my neck, smiling that beautiful smile again. "You're forgiven. Now. Kiss me."

I gulped a little staring at the soft lips, before timidly leaning over to give him a light peck. He looked at me crossed eyed laughing slightly. "Oh, what was that, Angle?"

"That was a kiss!" I protested. "A quick one!"

"More like a barely there one. Here let me try." He offered leaning over to kiss me on the lips- and thankfully it was rather chaste. Just lips on lips, but for some reason it felt like something more. It was warm, soft, almost fulfilling. When he pulled away I wanted more. "There, that's a kiss."

I nodded gulping a little. "It was. May I? Just one more time... Please. I can do it better, I swear."

He nodded and I leaned in, this time taking his lips with mine, running my tongue over his perfect teeth. He let me in to his mouth, our tongues dancing together. I put my arms around him; it barely felt like I was holding a man at all. I had my arms around a warm, willing person. I barley wanted to let go afterward, but he pulled away. "You do deliver when you say you will, Kurt."

"I seek pride in being the best of the best Shawn."

"Well--- I wouldn't say that..."

I raised my brow at that. "Whadya mean, you wouldn't say that?"

"I haven't had all of you yet. I just got a kiss."

"I want to be the best." I said frowning. "What do I have to do?"

Shawn's fingers trickled down my chest opening my belt. "I think you know."

"Shawn, I don't know. I don't know if I'm ready- I liked kissing you and everything, but-"

He took a step back, smirking at me. He removed his belt slowly, letting it drop to the floor. He began to move his hips from side to side, dancing to music only he could hear. I admit, I have a weakness for this sort of thing. My soon to be ex wife was a stripper. I love to watch the muscles of the body move, each new inch of skin becoming more visible with each movement. Watching Shawn's no exception.

His body moves fluidly, now shirtless, letting me watch his muscles dance. I can't tell you how hot this is- I really can't. It's almost hypnotic, I can't look away. Even when he moves to take his tight jeans off, it takes me forever to drink all of him in. He took a seat on the bed, inching toward the pillows. I moved toward the bed, sitting on the edge. "I'm here."

"I know. I'm naked." He grinned stretching out luxuriously in front of me. "I love being naked- all the time in fact."

"I'm aware."

He sat up a little to take my hand placing it on his hip. "You’ve been dieing to touch me, but I know you won't take the first step."

"Do you blame me?"

"Not really- I'm the Heartbreak Kid. You should feel *a little* nervous. But I won't bite."

"Can I kiss you again?" I've been dieing to, to tell the truth.

"Of course."

I climbed over him, looking down at his handsome face, tanned skin, and soft eyes. I leaned down to capture his lips again, feeling his warmth enter through the material of my clothing. His legs wrapped around my waist, digging into my hips a little. I felt his cock throb against me- I was giving the heartbreak kid a hard on. His hands opened my shirt almost clumsily, tugging on it for me to remove it. I complied, tossing the garment to the floor. His hands roamed around my chest, breaking our kiss to place lines of kisses everywhere he pleased.

Shawn's hands pulled the front of my pants, looking to me eagerly. I fumbled with my button, then the zipper- but finally I successfully removed my pants, and my boxers. He took a moment, placing his hands on my hips as he took in my body. I found him pleased that I wasn't just blowing smoke when I said I was big.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down on top of him. We kissed and rolled around for a bit, enjoying heat on heat, muscle against muscle. I don't know how long we had done that for, exploring each other's bodies. But it felt damn good. We ended up eventually with Shawn sitting on my waist, my erection poking him in the back. "Damn it, I want you Shawn." I breathed eagerly, enjoying the sexy sight of him hot and bothered, wanting me in return.

"Ohhh yes, Kurt. I gotta have you inside..." He scrambled off of me to grab the little bottle of complementary lotion, then took his place on my lap again. "You're going to like this part." He winked, turning around to pour lotion all over my erection.

"That's cold!" I simpered, glaring at him.

"Don't be a baby." He muttered running his hand over my erection. It was fully coated in the sandalwood smelling lotion, which seemed to be okay according to Shawn. He turned back to me, raising himself up on his knees. In a flash, he had impaled himself on my large shaft. "God- Kurt!"

"Shit!" I nearly hollered almost in shock at how good Shawn felt around me. It was hot and tight- almost driving me insane. I grabbed his thighs helping him thrust himself up and down on me. He was letting out soft steams of curses in my favor, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"O-Oh Shawn- Yes!" I grunted thrusting my hips up to bounce him up higher. The wild, passionate look in his eyes spoke volumes to me- I was having the same effect on him as he was having on me. I didn't last much longer after that, spilling my release into him.

Shawn came with a howl, coating his stomach and chest with his sticky seed. He collapsed on me, panting softly. The overload forbidden passion over took me, and I found myself swept up in darkness.

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I woke up sometime later to a hazy light coming from the corner of the room. There was Shawn in one of my 'American by birth' tee shirts, curled up in a chair reading. "What are you doing?" I asked rubbing my eyes a little.

"Just doing some reading." Shawn said quietly, placing the book down on his lap.

"Is that the motel bible?"

"Mmhmm. I try to read it every day. It relaxes me." He placed it down on the table along with the small gold rimmed glasses he had been wearing, to walk over to the bed. "Especially after sex. I can never sleep unless I read something to unwind."

"Gee, usually normal people are relaxed afterward." I said cocking an eyebrow at him.

He curled up next to me, resting his head on my chest. "Yeah, but I'm not normal."

I sighed, pulling the blankets around him more. "I'm very well aware of that- More so than ever. Though I don't think I mind as much as I once did."

"Mm. Does this mean you'll see me again?"

I'm pretty shocked he wanted to see ME again. "Y-Yeah, I think so. You really helped me Shawn, I could use you in my life."

"I'd like that Kurt. But... I have just one more question."

"I'm still afraid to know what it is, but go ahead and ask it."

He adjusted himself so he could look at me, studying my face before he asked. "Can I oil your head next time?"

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