Happy Birthday Heather! I can't really think of a whole lot to say to you. Ever since you came into my life almost a year ago, you've been one of my best friends. You've always been there when I needed someone to talk. Or when I needed encouragment to keep writing when I just wanted to give up. Without you, I never would've had the courage to write There For Me, which I think is one of the best things I've ever written. I just want to say thank you for always being there for me. And I want you to know that I'll always be here for you, too. There isn't a whole lot to say about this story. Just don't kill me for where it takes place. I got the bunny, and I had to go with it. I'm going to shut up now and let you enjoy (hopefully). Happy Birthday Muffin!
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Actual Story Title: Take Me Out To the Ballgame
Pairing: Shane Helms/Shannon Moore
Rating: NC-17, PWP
Original Date of Completion: August 2002
Disclaimer: I own no one. This is all fiction, so please don't sue.
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"Shane, why are we going to a Tigers game?" Shannon Moore whined as the two of them stepped from their rent-a-car.
"Because hockey season is over," Shane quipped, pulling the tickets from his wallet. He handed one to Shannon, and they continued their walk to the gate.
The WWE superstars were on a week layover in Detroit before their big show at the Joe Louis Arena on Sunday. While Detroit was a great city, it lost its appeal fast. It was fine for a couple of days, but more than that, and you ran out of things to do. It was already Friday, so the two of them had run the scope of Detroit. Last night, they'd watched a cheesy porno at the hotel and screwed their brains out. But tonight, Shannon had wanted to go out. But going to a game to watch one of the worst teams in baseball was certainly not what he had in mind.
They walked into Comerica Park, and Shannon couldn't stifle his laughter. The game was set to start in less than 20 minutes, and there were less people in attendance then there would be for an indy wrestling show in a high school gym. 'This is just going to be great,' Shannon thought to himself as they walked down to their seats. They stepped into an empty row right behind home plate, and took seats directly in the middle.
"Great seats huh?" Shane asked excitedly, grinning at Shannon.
"Oh, yeah, great," Shannon replied with mock excitement.
Shane frowned lightly, then turned back to the field. Shannon rolled his eyes and relaxed back in his seat. 'All I need is a pillow, and I can totally go to bed here,' Shannon giggled to himself. 'Not like there will be any actual entertainment happening tonight, it's the Tigers and the....' Shannon paused and browsed through the programs they'd been given at the gate. He cringed when he saw the opposing team, and let out an audible sigh. 'The Tigers and the Devil Rays, fan-fucking-tastic.' He tossed the program onto the seat next to him and rested his feet against the fence in front of him.
When the players took the field, Shane was on his feet hooting and hollering, even though he probably couldn't name a single player. Shannon rolled his eyes and snorted a quiet laugh. 'He's still the little boy who wants to grow up and be a ball player.' He thought to himself. He smiled over at Shane when he sat down and laid his head on his shoulder. 'I'm gonna tough this one out. If only to get him back to the hotel room and make him make it up to be for dragging me to a Tigers game.'
The game went exactly as Shannon expected, slow and extremely boring. The sun set, and darkness fell, giving Shannon some hope that the game could be close to over. He glanced over around them, and saw no one around. He leaned over and kissed Shane on the cheek, barely pulling his eyes away from the game. Shannon sighed and laid his head on Shane's shoulder.
"What inning is it babe?" He asked hesitantly, not wanting to let Shane know he hadn't been paying attention.
"Bottom of the fourth," Shane replied, his eyes still locked on the field.
"The fourth!" Shannon said more loudly than he'd wanted. "We're never going to get out of her," He muttered, slumping down in his seat, pouting.
Shane sighed in frustration and turned to look at Shannon. "You know, if you actually paid attention to the game, you might find something you like," Shane snapped angrily, turning back to the game.
Shannon sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. He glared over at Shane as he jumped out of his seat, cheering for a Tigers hit which was promptly caught for an out. Shannon sat up in his seat and stared out into the field. 'What the hell does he see in this game anyway?' He asked himself, glancing briefly at Shane. Then he saw him strut to the plate. Tight pants clung to a rock solid ass, and Shannon leaned even closer. The name on his back read Inge, but Shannon’s eyes were focused below the number. His ass clenched as he swung, and missed. Shannon could feel himself harden, and leaned back, covering his bulge conveniently with his hands. He leaned over to Shane, keeping his eyes locked on Inge as he turned around toward them, giving Shannon a view of a rather impressive bulge framed behind the tight pants.
"Who's that?" Shannon asked, keeping his eyes locked on Inge.
"Brandon Inge, he's the catcher," Shane replied, popping some peanuts into his mouth.
Shannon grinned at Shane, then looked back to Inge. "The catcher, you say?"
Shane choked slightly on his peanuts, and turned to Shannon. "Are you serious?" Shane asked incredulously.
"What?" Shannon asked innocently. "He's hot. Just look at those pants...."
Shane laughed and shook his head. He leaned forward and stared at Inge as he swung, and nailed the ball to deep left. He ran past first base and rounded to second. He slid into second and was called safe, eliciting cheers from everyone but Shane. His eyes had yet to move from Inge. Shannon grinned and waved his hand in front of Shane's face. Shane snapped from his trance, and grinned sheepishly at Shannon. Shannon leaned over in his seat and glanced down at Shane's lap. His eyes were met with an all familiar sight. He leaned over and kissed Shane's earlobe, making him shudder in delight. He placed a soft kiss just below his ear and whispered into it.
"Meet me in the bathrooms," He whispered, trying to stand. Shane pulled him back down and leaned over to his ear.
"They're way across the park, I can't wait that long. Meet me in the upper deck, make it quick,"
Shannon jumped to his feet and almost ran toward the upper deck stairs. The park was nearly deserted, so they needed not worry about getting caught. Shannon made his way into the upper deck, and sat down to wait for Shane. Less than 30 seconds later, Shane appeared, gasping for breath. He walked over to Shannon, and drove his lips onto the younger man's. Shannon went to work immediately unbuttoning Shane's shirt as they continued to kiss. Shannon pushed it from his shoulders, and ran his hand down Shane's smooth chest. Shane shivered from the feeling, then moaned as Shannon grabbed hold of his nipple. Shane's hands fumbled hastily with the buttons on Shannon's shirt, not succeeding in undoing a single button. Shannon took pity on him and removed his shirt as their kiss deepened, tongues colliding rhythmically. Shannon pushed Shane away lightly, both gasping for breath.
Shannon reached out and undid the buttons on Shane's jeans, one handed. Shane pushed them off his hips, giving Shannon perfect view of the cock he adored. He licked his lips instinctively, and Shane grinned. He stepped closer to Shannon, but Shannon blocked him with his hand. He stood up, and licked down Shane's cheek. He undid his own pants, and pushed them down. He kicked them off, and sat them in the seat behind him.
"No time for foreplay, right to the good stuff," Shannon breathed, directing Shane over to the seat.
He pushed him down, then knelt in front of him. He took Shane's cock in his hand and jerked it roughly, squeezing a drop of precum out. Shannon licked the droplet teasingly from Shane's cock, making him moan from the mere sight. Shannon giggled, and brought Shane’s cockhead to his lips. He let it slip slowly into his mouth, coating it with his saliva. He bobbed up and down briefly, then let it slip from his mouth. He stood up, and slowly straddled Shane's hips. Shane grasped his cock and directed it to Shannon's opens. Shannon relaxed back onto it, tensing only slightly from the beginning pain. When Shane was completely sheathed, Shannon leaned forward and pushed his lips onto Shane's. He began to rock slowly on Shane's shaft, squeezing quiet little moans from him each time.
They weren't able to develop much of a rhythm, but neither one was complaining. Shannon whimpered as he rode Shane, Shane's cock prodding Shannon's prostate with each thrust. Shane reached between them and started jerking Shannon's cock, turning his whimpers into moans. Shane began to buck his hips faster, signaling his oncoming orgasm. Shane bit down on Shannon's shoulder as he started clenching his ass as he rode. Shane grasped Shannon's balls in his hand, and could feel them starting to rise. He brought his hand immediately back to Shannon's cock and started jerking with fervor. Shannon lost it first, his essence splattering onto Shane's chest. Shane took his hand from Shannon's cock and licked the cum from his palm. He then put his hands on Shannon's hips and held him as he thrust into him. Orgasm overtook him only seconds later, and he came with a muffled gasp, as Shannon's lips met his. Shannon collapsed against Shane's shoulder, and hissed as he rose from Shane's cock. He started placing soft kisses on Shane's neck, making him giggle in response.
"I love you Shaney," Shannon cooed, continuing his attack on Shane's neck.
"I love you too Shanny," Shane giggled, running his fingers through Shannon's hair. "Hey Shan?"
"Hmm?" Shannon asked, pulling off of Shane's neck.
"How'd you like the ball game?"
Shannon grinned, and kissed Shane passionately on the lips. "It's not so bad. Once you pay attention."
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