Title: Beautiful

Author: Kora

E-mail: KrazyKora@aol.com or WinterViolet24@aol.com

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: The following characters belong to WWE and all the people and companies who deal with all that legal stuff. I am simply using the characters for my own twisted enjoyment.

Author's Note: More slash! Once again, if you don’t like man on man action, or rather, consensual sexual relations between two men, I suggest you turn away. All flames will be ignored or laughed at, so don’t bother. ‘Sides, you don’t want to read it, you don’t have to. Heck, if you’re under 18 you shouldn’t be here anyway.

Also, I once again stress that this story is based on the characters of Shawn Michaels and Bret Hart, not the actual wrestlers themselves. And heck, I’m twisting their characters a great deal too.

I set this story back when Shawn and Bret were working together but had yet to actually start hating each other, in other words, waaaay before the screwjob. I also made this story as an established relationship tale, so in other words, it's just plain PWP for your enjoyment.

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-Christina Aguilera

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Shawn Michaels tried to think of how he had ended up in this predicament.

There was, of course, the obvious. He was staying at the Ramada Inn in Suffix as they traveled between shows. He had been pacing about the bedroom, waiting for his roommate to return when he had given up and decided to take a shower. It was after this that he had ended up in front of the foggy hotel bathroom mirror, wet and ready to blow dry his hair.

That was when the harder parts came, how he had ended up where he was exactly at this moment.

Looking at himself in the mirror and pouting at what he saw.

He was naked save for the towel around his waist and he tightened it before rubbing an arm over the mirror's glassy surface, wiping away some of the condensation and grimacing as he got a better glimpse of himself. He looked horrible. Sure, he was soaked, he had just finished taking a shower for god's sake, so of course his blonde tresses were frizzy and damp, making him appear like a drowned dog but that wasn't the worst of it.

No, what he was more concerned with were the tiny wrinkles he could see below his eyes, around the corners of his mouth. Oh Jesus, he was getting old. Was it just his imagination or did the skin on his face look a tad saggy? How far away was his birthday? How old was he now? Shawn scanned his whole body up and down, wondering about his arms. Had his muscle mass gone down? Was he becoming weaker?

Half his gimmick relied on his looks, if they were gone he was finished. Shawn was too concerned with self-examination and worries to hear the front door open and his roommate return. Bret Hart walked into the bathroom and let out a breath, "Sorry I'm late, they were really held up at that pizza place but I managed to get us dinner so," he stopped the moment he saw the look on Shawn's face, "Hey, what's wrong, baby?"

Shawn's lips trembled as he looked at Bret with watery eyes, "Tell me the truth, Bret. Do I look…old?"

Bret couldn't help it. He found himself stifling a laugh, amusement creasing his face, "What?"

"Am I still attractive? Do I have what it takes or do I look old and-and ugly 'cause…don't laugh!" Shawn added the last part in a high pitched, outraged squeak as Bret collapsed into giggles, unable to control himself any longer. It was uncharacteristic of him to be so loose but then, he had a way of always acting uncharacteristic around Shawn.

Bret wiped at his eyes, "I'm sorry, Shawn. I just wasn't expecting…why-why would you think something like that?"

Shawn adjusted his towel tighter around his hips before he crossed his arms, nose lifted in the air, "If you're going to act like this then I don't want to tell you."

"Oh come on, don't be like that," Bret muttered, his voice still laced with mirth, "Tell me, I want to know. Really."

"Really?" Shawn asked with a raised eyebrow.

Bret walked over, closer to Shawn, causing the younger man to back away slightly, overwhelmed. It was funny, they had been together for quite sometime now and Bret still managed to make Shawn feel off center when he advanced, still managed to make him feel dizzy when he got too close. It was probably half the reason Shawn was still head over heels for the man. That and the fact he was an incredible lover didn't hurt either.

Bret looked at Shawn with sincere dark eyes, "Really. If it's important to you, it's important to me. That's why I asked in the first place. I can tell when you're upset. I don't like to see you upset."

Shawn swallowed and gave a wobbly smile, "Well, okay, I was just-I took my shower and when I got out I saw myself and just…I didn't think I was very good looking, that's all. I remember at one point thinking I was one of the most attractive men on the planet but lately, I dunno, I think I'm losing it. I think my looks are…deteriorating and since it's so important to my job…"

Shawn trailed off then, looking down at his feet as he mumbled, "And you. I know it's important to you and if you don't find me attractive anymore and I lose you and my job I just don't know how I'll…"

"Shh, shh," Bret whispered, cutting Shawn off as he took hold of the American's shoulders, "Don't be silly, sweetheart. You're not going to lose your job or me, got it?"

"But…I mean, am I…" Shawn seemed abashed as he whispered the last word under his breath so softly that Bret bearly managed to catch it, "beautiful?"

The Canadian looked at his lover wide eyed, "Are you serious?"

Shawn's cheeks flushed pink, "I know it's a stupid question, no need to rub it in."

"No, no, I'm just surprised you would even need to ask," Bret said on a gasp, letting out another soft, disbelieving laugh, "Shawn…you know your gorgeous."

"Do I?" Shawn muttered, returning to full on pout as he looked away from Bret, resting his hands on the porcelain sink to bow his head and look for all the world like a puppy with its tail between its legs.

Unable to resist this obvious show for affection, Bret came up behind Shawn and pulled him close, hugging his back, he was murmuring reassuring words when suddenly his eye caught the mirror and inspiration struck him.

He ran his hands over Shawn's shoulders, giving his arms a strong squeeze as he parted Shawn's hair away from his ear with his chin, bringing his mouth close enough to the shell of it to whisper, "Shawn, look up."

Shawn looked up, his gaze hitting the mirror directly, and he asked in a dejected tone, "Yeah, so?"

"Tell me what you see."

Bret's voice was smooth and seductive, powerful, yet Shawn answered with a noncommittal shrug. Bret squeezed his arms again, repeating, "What do you see, Shawn?"

"I dunno. I see me," Shawn mumbled, his eyes not even truly looking at himself when he gave the answer. Bret caught him on this; "You're not even looking. Really look Shawn, tell me what you see in the mirror."

A frustrated growl escaped Shawn's throat and his eyes met the reflection warily, "I see me standing in front of the mirror."

"What else?"

"I see you behind me."

"Mmmm, be more specific."

He let out an exasperated sigh and waved a hand in front of himself, his tone dryly sardonic; "We're in the bathroom."

"No, back up. You were right the first time. You see yourself. When you see yourself, what do you see?"

"I…I don't understand."

"Describe yourself to me." Bret whispered, his voice dropping lower as his body nuzzled closer to Shawn's back. Shawn could feel the heat of his body behind him and squirmed slightly, "Bret, what are you…"

"Do it," Bret ordered in a purr.

Shawn swallowed and was about to open his mouth, his eyes cast downward when Bret caught this action and shot out a hand, his fingers going under Shawn's chin to tip his head upwards, "No, no, look in the mirror. Look at yourself, then describe yourself to me. Do it like I've never seen you before. I want good details."

Shawn's eyes met the glassy surface again and he looked himself over, examining himself. It was hard to think of words to use so he merely blurted out the first thing that came to his head, "I have blonde hair."

"Just blonde hair?"

"Well," Shawn frowned, thinking about it, "No, I mean, I guess you could say it has some brown in it."

"So you'd say your hair isn't just blonde. It's more like…what? Dirty blonde?"

"Ye-yeah, I guess that's a good description," Shawn's speech jumped as Bret began to comb his fingers through Shawn's tresses gently, causing his scalp to tingle, the Canadian's voice was warm against Shawn's ear, "Go on."

"Uh…yeah, so I have dirty blonde hair-these kind of neat, mixed strands of blonde and brown and…um…let's see…I have a clear complexion…sort of tanned skin on my face." Shawn trailed off as Bret's fingers began to brush over his cheeks, the act causing pinpricks of sensation to dart through his system.

"Any freckles?"

"No-no, just…just tan skin."

"Just tan skin?" Bret's fingers stilled. Shawn frowned, not wanting Bret to stop and suddenly what Bret was doing lightened on him. Shawn licked his lips, "Are you…if I do good…describing myself, I mean. Will you…keep doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Touching me."

He could feel Bret's lips pull back into a smirk against the skin of his ear, "I don't know. Maybe you'll just have to find out."

Shawn shivered at that, excitement brimming inside him as he struggled to think of more flowery words to use on himself. He looked deeper into the mirror, concentrating hard on his features, trying to dig up every adjective he'd ever heard of as he said in a soft rumble, "I've got smooth, butter soft tan skin on my face, perfect for touching."

Bret's fingers took up again, stroking the side of Shawn's face. Shawn let out a sigh of relief and continued, "I have…urm…nice lips. Detailed…sculpted even. The top lip isn't as full as the lower but both are nice. I'd…I'd have to say the lower is best though, nice and full and plush…kissable…bee stung and…and…"

Shawn found words difficult as Bret stroked his fingers over Shawn's mouth in a slow, tender caress, the pad of his thumb deliberately languishing on Shawn's lower lip, rubbing it in moderate circular motions, not enough to impede speech but enough to make Shawn want to suck those fingers into his mouth. He dared to let his tongue speed out, bathing Bret's fingertips.

Bret didn't respond, instead nudging Shawn in the back, whether with his elbow or something else Shawn didn't know but he felt a flood of heat surge through his veins as Bret spoke again in that husky timbre, "Keep going."

The American let out a shaky breath, "I have nice eyes, gorgeous eyes, clear like the sea, blue-green puddles that are endless and framed by perfect, long eyelashes. Then there are my small, delicate little ears with cute little lobes, one of them pierced even and my long, graceful neck…"

Bret's fingers went upwards, brushing first over Shawn's eyelids, then past his ears, stopping a moment to pinch the lobes playfully before finally coming to rest along the expanse of his neck, trailing up and down the length with such delicacy that Shawn found himself shivering again in delight.

"Tell me more," Bret said, his tongue reaching out to trace the outer shell of Shawn's ear. Shawn let out a discontented moan and started to turn in Bret's grip but he held him steadfast, pulling his mouth away swiftly; "Oh no, we're not done yet, handsome. Not until you look in that mirror and see yourself like I see you. Not until you fall in love with yourself all over again and tell me you're beautiful."

"I can tell you that now," Shawn whined.

"But you wouldn't mean it. I want you to mean it. I want you to look in that mirror and keep describing yourself to me. There are so many other places I'd like to learn about on you. So many other places I'd like to touch. I bet you'd like that too but you need to help me, Shawn. Tell me what to do, where to go…"

Bret nuzzled even closer and Shawn couldn't help but let out a low moan at the feel of Bret's teeth on his ear as he growled, "I promise it'll be worth your while."

"I know it will…I know I'll like it," Shawn whimpered, making sure to rub his backside against Bret invitingly. Bret betrayed himself with a groan, then chuckled darkly and bit Shawn's ear again, a little harder this time, "Oh no you don't, you little slut. I said we weren't done yet and I meant it. Now keep going. This was just getting good."

Shawn laughed brightly and focused his gaze back on himself, tongue in cheek as he continued, "I've got strong shoulders, not necessarily squared but not rounded either. Just strong and broad, good for hands to rest on and rub."

Bret's hands went to Shawn's shoulders automatically, rubbing them, his thumbs working out a nice pattern, the massage deep and intimate. Shawn's head fell forward for a moment, then fell back, resting on Bret's shoulder as he let his eyes proceed with their inspection, "I have a muscular chest that outlines my awesome build. I'm obviously athletic. Sleek muscles hidden under my skin. Like silk covering steel. I have some chest hair but it's not too…I mean it's sort of refreshing. A patch of crinkling, diminutive dirty blonde curls that pepper over the expanse subtly down a little towards my stomach, which is flat but also well toned and muscled and…"

Shawn faded off into pleased hums as Bret's fingers danced over his chest, touching every where, dipping into hallows and awakening patches of flesh Shawn didn't even know could pick up such sensations, cause such pleasure. His head lolled on Bret's shoulder and he caught a quick glimpse back at the man who was touching him.

A dark veil of locks obscured his view but he could pick out Bret's face, see the glimmer of amusement there, as well as heat. Shawn shifted in his grip slightly, impatient but eager for more as he gasped, "And then there's…my…my…"

He began to turn red in embarrassment and Bret saw this, another chuckle rumbling out of him, "You're…?"

"My…uh," Shawn whispered the last word so Bret couldn't hear it.

"What was that?"

"Nipples." Shawn giggled, closing his eyes, "Those are good too. I mean, flat and you know they're-ah!" Shawn cut off in a taut cry as Bret's hands quickly went there, tweaking lightly. Not enough to hurt but enough to make Shawn's eyes shoot wide open, his mouth dropping open, "Bret!"

"Too rough?"

Shawn shook his head vehemently, rocking back against Bret again, moaning, "No. More."

Bret chuckled and began to tease them, running his fingertips over the hardened buds as Shawn writhed in his grip, his skin breaking out in a sheen of sweat, his voice wavering and wobbling over Bret's name in ecstasy.

Bret found himself growing a bit restless himself and couldn't help but push forward, pressing his erection more fully against the lush warmth of Shawn's tight ass, his fingers sinking into Shawn's skin a bit more forcefully.

Shawn's eyes were glazed with passion and want, and he was merely rocking in Bret's grip. He tried to turn to face him again but the older man snapped to his senses and kept him firmly in place. When he spoke his voice was thick with desire, "I know, baby, I want it too. So badly…but we've got to finish up. There's one place you have yet to describe."

"Mmm, Bret…" Shawn moaned and continued to rub his ass along Bret's aching length, "Feels good…"

Bret found he actually had to bite his lip, close to losing his composure as he found his voice strained, almost begging, "Please, Shawn, stop…"

"You make me feel beautiful," Shawn whispered, his hands reaching up to cover Bret's.

"You are beautiful," Bret replied in the same hushed tone and when Shawn turned his head to look at him a second time Bret craned forward, allowing their lips to meet in a hungry kiss. Shawn let out a throaty noise, his tongue dueling with his lover's. They kissed fervently for several moments, until Bret peeled his lips away, "Finish, Shawn."

Shawn nodded, releasing Bret's hands, returning his own to the sink as his voice cracked; "Past my stomach…there's my towel and underneath it…"

Both their eyes trailed down to the towel wrapped around Shawn's waist. There was a noticeable tent towards the front and with a swift, easy tug Bret removed the piece of cloth. Shawn's arousal strained forward and a strangled sound escaped him as he tried to speak, "That's my…it's…"

"I know what it is," Bret answered in a voice so deep and guttural it was almost unrecognizable to his own ears. He reached out a hand to touch it, then stopped, "Lube?"

Shawn blinked, too lost in the haze of the moment to have thought of this, when Bret asked again he murmured, "Behind the mirror, in the medicine cabinet."

"Lucky us," Bret supplied with a smirk and quickly tossed open the cabinet to find the tube. He quickly coated his fingers, then set the tube on the sink. He shut the cabinet, making sure the mirror was still in place as he reached down and wrapped a slippery hand around Shawn.

The younger man cried out in rapture, thrusting forward, Bret grinned and began to stroke slowly, agonizingly slow as he began to feast on Shawn's shoulder, his voice nothing more than a growl, "Keep talking."

"Can't…not when you're...ummh…doing this," Shawn cried.

"Does this feel good?"

"Yes." Shawn whimpered.

"Do you like this?"

"Y-Yes! You know, I do…oh god, B-bbbb-ret I can't…mmmhuh…I told you I can't…"

"What?"

Shawn gritted his teeth; "I can't…talk…n-now…"

"Then just look," Bret slowed his movements even more, as he nuzzled Shawn's neck and the side of his face, "Just look into the mirror and tell me what you see."

Shawn wanted to scream in frustration but he looked up and felt his arousal shoot up even higher at the sight before him. He had never looked so good, so perfect as he did at this moment in Bret's arms. The image was incredibly erotic, the two of them intertwined, skin flushed and glistening, sweat coating them both, chests heaving with breathless pants. Shawn looked at them, eyes wide, "God…we're…beautiful."

Bret didn't answer; instead he stopped stroking Shawn's whole shaft, choosing to run his fingers delicately along the skin, caressing and massaging the length and his balls momentarily before beginning to pump his erection again.

His hand was warm and gentle but with enough force behind it to make Shawn feel like he was going to go mad. He quivered under the attention, his hands gripping the sink before him so tightly he feared he'd break it.

Shawn's voice had dissolved into incoherent, animalistic cries of pleasure as he looked into the mirror, watching his eyes dilate, his body tightening towards it's breaking point as he came ever close to his climax. His knees shook with the force of continuing to stand and he moaned, finally forming words, begging, "Please…"

"Tell me what you want, I'll give it to you, you just have to ask," Bret growled.

"Fa-faster. Harder!" Shawn cried.

Bret groaned and sped up his hand, stroking Shawn's hardened length earnestly and Shawn felt a tingling sensation begin at the base of his spine, his voice a weak whisper, "Close…so close…oh Bret…"

With an elated shout Shawn came, his body writhing in Bret's strong arms as he convulsed under the force of it. It felt immeasurable and when it was at last over he fell back into the embrace, head rested on Bret's shoulder again.

The Canadian was quiet as he grabbed a nearby washcloth and cleaned them both up. Shawn was too out of it to even know what was taking place but eventually, as his mind and body returned to earth, he turned to his lover at last. Bret smiled tightly, his own body still aching under the weight of his yet unanswered needs, "Feel beautiful yet?"

"Very," Shawn purred weakly and leaned forward to kiss him. They shared a sweet, gentle meeting of mouths, a calm after the storm when suddenly Shawn chuckled and lowered himself to the floor, his knees thankful, as they were no better than wet noodles at the moment.

Shawn was eye to eye with the bulge in Bret's jeans and he gave him an appropriately wicked grin, "I think I owe you, Bret, for making me feel so good about myself. For helping me through my rare moment of insecurity."

"O-Oh really?" Bret's voice cracked as Shawn edged forward, the warm of his breath caressing him through the material of his jeans.

"Mmmhmm," Shawn murmured and began to mouth Bret through his jeans, his lips and teeth easily outlining the head. Bret felt his own knees begin to buckle and he quickly snatched up the lube again in one hand, the other reaching down to gently take a handful of Shawn's hair, "Come with me to bed."

"Anything you say," Shawn laughed and quickly got to his feet.

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