I walk away from the interview segment with a huge smile on my face. I got to share camera time, and talk to, my idol, Shawn Michaels. I'm so hyper right now it isn't even funny. I know I'm going to get my assed kicked by Triple H tonight, but I could care less about that. I was with my idol, one of then men that made me want to be in this business. A man, that I've lusted after ever since the first time I saw him on television. Jesus I sound like a giddy school girl after meeting their favorite Backstreet Boy, but I don't care. We were inches apart, we touched each other, our eyes even met once and I about fainted right there. I could die a very happy man right about now. I keep walking up to my locker room door.
I stop in my tracks. Oh my god, its him. I turn around and look back at him. He slowly strolls up to me.
"Hey Jeff, that was pretty good. That ladder match line at the end," he laughs, "You may have went a bit far with that though."
I blush slightly.
God, I can't even talk to him, pull yourself together Jeff.
"Say, can we talk in here?" he asks tapping on my locker room door.
My mind starts racing. I'm going to be alone with him, in my locker room.
"Uh, yeah sure."
I reply opening the door, motioning him inside. He smiles and walks past me inside. His smile makes my heart skip a beat, it always has. I take a deep breath and walk in behind him, shutting the door. He sits over on the couch setting the title belt down on the table beside him. I stand at the door with my hands in my pockets, I can barely move. He laughs.
"Come here kid, I don't bite," he raises an eyebrow, "Unless. . .never mind."
I shiver at the thought. Did he just? No way! I shake the thought from my overactive imagination and slowly walk over to the chair next to the couch. I sit down, still not able to look at him.
"So, I've heard there have been a lot of comparisons between you and I. You think you have what it takes to be the next Heartbreak Kid?"
"Um. . .well. . .There is only one Heartbreak Kid. I could never be at your level."
Jesus, now I sound like I'm kissing his ass. Not that I wouldn't. I curse myself for thinking that at a time like this, Shawn would never. I mean the mans married, he has a son for christ sakes. He laughs.
"Oh I dunno Jeff, I see a lot of potential in you. I mean you've got the skills, the wrestling style," he pauses, and his eyes scan me slowly, I resist the urge to shiver.
"And. . ." he leans closer whispering, his hand on my thigh, "You definitely have the looks."
This time I shiver unable to stop myself. I blush as I slowly look up at him. I try not to look in his eyes, biting my lip.
"You. . .you really think so?" I ask my voice coming out higher that I expected, and I clear my throat.
His eyes move over my body again, like tiger looking over his prey.
His deep sapphire eyes move back up locking with mine. I see then grow darker with lust, and it sends an electric current through my body. Never in my wildest dreams, well I take that back, maybe in my wildest dreams, did I think this would ever happen. The look in his eyes is unmistakable. His hand, still resting on my thigh is setting me afire. I quickly, and reluctantly, get up before he becomes aware of my own arousal. I turn away from him, and I hear him get up. I shudder as I feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispers.
"You want me, don't you Jeff?"
I gasp at the words, this can't be happening. Then I feel his hand on my hip.
"Answer me Jeffrey." His voice in a soft demand, I whisper in reply.
"I do Shawn. I have. . .for years." I confess.
He laughs darkly. I shiver, not expecting such a dark laughter from him. He drags his lips across the back of my neck.
"We might have to do something about that."
He hand inches around to the front of my pants.
"Do you want one of your fantasies fulfilled tonight Jeffrey?"
I gasp as he massages my cock through my pants.
"Mmmm please Shawn." I beg breathlessly.
He smiles against my neck, then moves up to my ear moaning softly into it.
His hand pulls away from my cock, and I whimper softly. He drags his hotel card key down my arm, and puts it in my pocket.
"Room 431. . .I'll be waiting."
He says as he pulls away from me. I stand there, in utter shock as he walks over, grabs his title belt, and walks out the door.
Stunned, and barely able to breathe, I plop down on the couch. Shawn Michaels, the man I've wanted since I was a teenager, just gave me his hotel key. I must be dreaming, I pinch myself just to make sure.
"Ow!" I rub my arm.
Damn, it is true, I'm not dreaming. I dig into my pocket and pull out the key. I stare at it in amazement. Of all the people in the locker room, he chose me, but why? I am pulled from my thoughts by a knock on the door.
"Hey Jeff, youre match is in 2."
"Ok man, Be right there."
I get slowly get up, willing my arousal back down, and walk over to my bag, putting the key in it. I close my eyes, and take a deep breath. I slowly let it out and walk out the door, for my match.
Throughout my match I can barely think straight. The hotel key sitting in my bag, lingering in the back of my mind. Of course, Triple H kicks my ass. He throws me out of the ring, and Shawn comes to my aid. I know it's all a part of the storyline, but man having him touch me again, just mere minutes after our little tryst in the locker room I can barely stand it. He winks and helps me up. Oh god, he winked at me. I know he will turn his attention to Hunter soon, but I'll take this while I can get it. The referee comes up and puts his arm around me, when Shawn is called out by Hunter. I nearly shove the referee off me, but for the sake of the camera, I walk to the back with him.
I get back to my locker room, and shut the door leaning against it. My eyes go directly to my bag, and the key sticking out from it. I quiver at the possibilities of the evening ahead of me. I have no idea what it will be like, but even now my mind in racing with possible scenarios, my heart pounding with anticipation. I walk over to my bag, and grab out my clothes and soap for my shower. The whole time staring at the key. I quickly undress and wrap a towel around my waist as I head for the shower.
I hang the towel over the top of the shower stall, and turn on the hot water. I walk into the spray, moaning as it flows over my body. I grab my soap, pouring some into my hands, I run them slowly over my body. My eyes slip closed, and instantly my imagination takes over. It's no longer my hands I feel on my body, but Shawn's. I moan backing into the shower wall, my earlier arousal never completely faded, and now its back with a vengeance. The mental imagery, not helping my condition one bit. My hand slides down to my cock, and I feel his mouth on me. I moan, my hips pumping towards my hand.
"Ooohhh yessss. . ."
My hand strokes frantically, as my cock throbs in my hand, pulsing so hard, I'm about to burst. I shudder violently, crying out his name as I cum. My knees threaten to give out, as I lean all my weight against the wall. Trembling and panting, I steady myself. I move back into the hot stream, and wash myself clean. Once clean, I turn off the water and grab the towel, wrapping it around my waist.
I walk back out into my locker room, and dry myself off. Getting dressed, my eyes are back on that key. I swear I'm driving myself insane, but I can't stop staring at it. Something I've wanted for years, is about to happen tonight, and I can't control my eager anticipation. I stuff my gear in my bag, and zip it up. I pick up the key, looking at it for a moment, and then shove it in my pocket. I walk out of my locker room and through the backstage area to the parking lot. I throw my gear in the trunk of my corvette and get in driving back to the hotel.
I must have been speeding all the way there, because I'm back at the hotel before I know it. The drive from the arena to here is a blur in my mind. My thoughts are in that hotel room, not here. I walk into the hotel, and stop at my room first, dropping off my bags. I walk into the bathroom, and look into the mirror. I still can't believe this is really going to happen. I muster up my courage, and walk out of my room, and down the hall to his room. I stop at the door, biting my lip and I look around. The hallway is deserted, and its now or never. I pull the key from my pocket and hold my breath as I slid it in, and open the door slowly.
I slowly walk in, letting the door shut behind me. I stop dead in my tracks and my jaw drops. The room is dimly lit, and Shawn in laying on his side on the bed. The dark blue robe, hangs gracefully off his body. He smirks.
"Well, Jeffrey, I see you decided to join me after all."
I can't move, or speak, I just stand and stare. He clears his throat.
"Don't make a puddle there."
I turn a dark shade of red, and put my head down. He laughs and slowly gets up, walking over to me.
"Now, Jeffrey, don't be so shy."
He leans in running his hand over my chest and whispers.
"I know you want this as much as I do."
I shiver at his touch, and he moves closer to me.
"Come on Jeffrey, relax."
He trails soft kisses down my neck.
"I know how bad you want me Jeffrey."
I tilt my head to the side giving him better access, as I moan softly.
"You told me yourself, you've wanted me for years."
He slides his hand under my shirt, and my stomach muscles contract at the touch. He nips at my ear whispering.
"Tell me what you want Jeffrey. Tell me what you want me to do. . .to you."
I moan loudly into his ear.
"Tell me." he growls softly.
"I. . .I want. . .Mmmmm god. . .just touch me Shawn. . .I want to feel your hands. . .Mmmm. . . your mouth. . .on me."
"Mmmm as you wish Jeffrey."
He pulls away for a second, pulling my shirt over my head. He slides his hands, slowly up my stomach, and over my chest, and my eyelids flutter. He slowly kisses down my chest, his tongue circling my nipple.
"Please. . ." I moan.
He closes his mouth over my nipple and I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair. He licks across to the other, gently tugging it with his teeth, then taking it into his mouth, sucking it gently.
His mouth is heaven, and I cant wait for it to be on my cock. His hands move down to my pants, quickly unbuttoning them. He releases my nipple, and drops to his knees before me. He reaches up and pulls my pants and boxers down, I step out of them. My cock, is already hard, pre-cum dripping from the tip. I look down at him, and see him licking his lips.
"Oh god." I moan as he slowly lick up the underside of my cock.
His hands massage my thighs as he sucks the head into his mouth. My head falls back as I whimper for more. He complies, and takes me deep down his throat, and my knees grow week. I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. He moans around me, sucking me harder, and I'm about to come apart.
"Oohhh Shawn. . .so close. . ."
He quickly pulls off me and I whimper.
"Not yet Jeffery." He says as he gets up.
He backs away from me and unties his robe, letting it drop to the floor.
"Now, I know you've thought of all the things you wanted to do to me,"
He walks over to the bed, laying back, and looking up at me.
"Here's your chance."
He curls a finger at me as his other hand runs slowly, and seductively down his body.
I growl low in the back of my throat and lick my lips. I make my way over to the bed, and slowly climb up on it. I cover his body with mine, and take his lips in a deep, hungry kiss. He opens his mouth to me immediately and my tongue explores his hot depths. I slid my hands up his hands, and gently grind against him. I gasp into his mouth, when our cocks rub together. I slowly break the kiss, and kiss a trail down his body.
"Mmmm . . . Jeff." he moans, and I shiver at the tone of his voice.
My fingers trail the curves of his muscles, as I taste every inch of him. I kiss and nip at his thigh, stopping I look up at him. He look back down at me, his eyes a dark indigo, and clouded with lust. I shiver and dip my head, licking over the tip of his cock, moaning at the taste. Craving more, I dip my head again, taking him into my mouth, sucking him hungrily. His hips buck towards my face.
"Ooohh godd. . .so good. . ." He moans placing a hand in my hair, urging me to take more.
I slowly deep throat him, swirling my tongue around him, my teeth grazing gently.
"Mmm fuccckk." He tugs at my hair.
"God Jeff. . .stop. . .stop!"
I slowly pull off him, and lick my lips, smirking at him. He growls and pulls me up against him. He captures my lips in a searing kiss and rolls us over, grinding against me roughly. I moan into his mouth, my hands finding his ass, I push him against me. He pulls away, reaching for the lube on the nightstand. He kneels between my legs and opens the lube pouring some onto his hand. He tosses the lube aside and slides his hand down his cock, biting his lip.
"Please Shawn. . .hurry." I beg, spreading my legs wantonly.
He moans low, and takes my leg, placing it over his, grinding against my entrance.
"You ready Jeff. . .Mmmm. . Ready for your fantasy to come to life."
"Oh god. . .please." I whimper pushing back against him.
He gently pushes into me, biting his lip to keep from cumming. I am writhing under him in pure pleasure, close to the edge myself. He buries himself in my, and holds still, calming himself as I adjust to him size.
"Mmmm Shawn. . .so big. . .so hard. . .please. . .move. . ." I beg and whimper pushing against him.
He moans and thrusts into me slow and deep, and I can't take it. I want more.
"Fuck Shawn. . .faster. . .harder. . .fuck me."
He growls and slams into me hard.
"Goddd. . .so tight Jeff. . .Mmmm shit. . ."
I wrap my legs around his back and meet his thrusts he hand comes down stroking me roughly. He slowly loses control, and plunges into me over and over.
"Mmmm gonnaa. . .fucccckk!!!!" I cry out his name and cum hard all over his hands. It triggers his orgasm and he cries out, as he spurts into me over and over.
"Mmm Shawn." I pant as he collapses on my chest.
He moans softly and rolls off me, resting at my side. I snuggles against him, resting my head on his chest.
" Wow." I say looking up at him.
"I take it, that fulfilled quite a few fantasies huh?" He smirks sliding a hand down my back.
"Mmm it did." I sigh, my eyes drifting shut.