|HHH Does Not Dance
Author: hawklies PM
What about a milkshake? *ShawterRated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Humor - Triple H & Shawn Michaels - Words: 277 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 4 - Published: 07-12-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6135873
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HHH Does Not Dance
By: Princess Yori
Summary: What about a milkshake?
Disclaimer: HBK & HHH belong to WWE.
Shawn paced back and forth wearing a hole in the rug of the hotel room. It was their second day in the city, their first day off, and he was bored. They had driven past several clubs that looked rather intriguing to him on the way in; he just needed a way to make Hunter agree to going. Aside from selling his soul, he couldn't figure out a single thing to get Hunter to go. He was more miserable in one of those places than Randy whenever DX decided to turn him into a walking gay joke. Not that it was really a stretch for them…
"Would you stop pacing?" Shawn glanced over at Hunter and immediately dropped onto the bed.
He rolled over and stared at Hunter trying to decide the best route. He went with the 'puppy eyes'. He scooted over next to Hunter and stared up at him, all he received was a look of concern. Shawn rolled his eyes and flopped backwards on the bed.
"Wanna go dancing?" He gave up on being sneaky.
"No," Not the least bit surprised, Shawn plowed on.
"But you never want to go! Please, I'll make it up to you!"
Hunter glanced over at him, unconvinced.
"Shawn, your 'milkshake brings all the boys to the yard', I'd rather not deal with that," Shawn stared back in confusion.
Hunter shook his head and crawled over on top of Shawn.
"Why don't we stay in?"