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I’ve said this before but I don’t think there was anything happening between Bobby and Jackie, I think Bobby was being a decent and considerate person after his brother was murdered and wanted to make sure his widowed sister-in-law was ok
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Bret x Shawn soft smut
(Shawn deserves some softness)
Bret x Shawn, Falling in Love
NSFW below the cut.
"You can go home with the blonde that's been eyeing you for the last half hour."
"I don't want to."
Bret presses a hand to Shawn's lower back, his other hand cupping the back of his head. They sway in the hotel room, slow Christmas music playing in the background, bodies moving in time. Bret's lips brush over Shawn's neck, over his jaw, over his ear.
"One of these days," Bret whispers, "you're gonna have to say it."
Shawn turns his head to look up at Bret, his hands tucked under Bret's sweater and feeling along his back. They're both cold, noses red, but the room is warm and so is their blood.
"You first," Shawn challenges. He leans in and presses a kiss to Bret's lips - it isn't rough, it isn't full of teeth and tongue. It's a close-lipped kiss, Shawn leaning in close to make sure Bret feels it, his fingers pressing against the muscle on Bret's back.
It's their dance. One of them has to take the lead, they can't be passive forever. It's becoming too obvious. They stopped hitting on people at bars a year ago. They started leaving their clothes at each other's homes. They stopped booking separate rooms. It was obvious.
"Hey, Shawn, have you eaten?"
"Ah, shit, forgot."
"Alright, what do you want? I make a mean grilled cheese."
Bret guides Shawn to the bed and there he slips off Shawn's sweater, and Shawn returns the favor. There isn't anything being rushed between their slow, wandering hands, in the way they kiss long and slow and languid, in the way Bret stops every once in awhile to just look down at Shawn with a rare, soft smile.
"Say it," Bret whispers, sliding hand up Shawn's chest. "It's getting old. So are we."
"On one condition," Shawn says back, wrapping an arm around Bret's neck and pulling him down into a soft, tender kiss. It takes a while for Shawn to finish his sentence, as he and Bret press their groins together and give small, soft grinds. When Bret moans against Shawn's mouth, they know it's time to lose their jeans. They're warm enough already.
Shawn and Bret fumble with their jeans, laughing at each other's struggle. Shawn finally fights his jeans past his hips and pushes them off, then tries flinging them at Bret. Bret catches them and ditches them over his shoulder, having already undressed himself. The two fall together again, legs tangling, bodies embracing.
"What's the condition?" Bret, the impatient one for once, asks as he grinds lightly on Shawn, slicking both of them up, kissing Shawn's cheek and forehead over and over. "Name it."
Shawn moans quietly and wraps a leg around Bret's hips to pull him in tighter, grinding harder. The increase in pressure makes Bret shiver.
"You have to promise you'll say it back. And mean it," Shawn breathes. Bret puts an elbow beside Shawn's head and his other hand moves down to grasp both of them.
"I promise," Bret says, stroking them in tandem, feeling how Shawn twitches on his cock, how Shawn inhales sharply, whimpers, tenses. "I promise, I'll say it. I'll mean it," Bret whispers, leaning over and kissing Shawn lightly. After a few more moments of touching them, rubbing his palm over both their tips, feeling Shawn start to writhe below him, Bret shifts back to kneel between Shawn's legs.
Shawn looks up at Bret as he moves Shawn's legs apart, as he places his slicked tip at his entrance. Everything is soft, it's gentle, it's kind. Bret puts a hand on Shawn's chest and rubs in gentle circles, calming him as he starts to press. Shawn gives a little hiss, hands gripping the sheets.
"You're doing so good, Shawn. Just relax. Relax, you can take it, I know you can. If it hurts too much, we'll get the lube out," Bret promises.
"No, no, I want it like this," Shawn pants. Bret nods and pushes in slower, gentler. When the head pops in, Shawn groans, head falling back. Bret waits there for a moment and rubs up and down Shawn's chest, speaks to him in a soft voice.
"There we go, it's smooth sailing from here. You're doing good, Shawn," Bret praises. Shawn laps up the praise, starts glowing from it, a smile forming on his face. Not just a cocky smile - a real smile, a content smile, a smile from a man who has a promise in his heart.
They should have said it by now. They said it in other ways, but never directly.
"Call me to let me know you got home safe, alright? Or just have Hunter do it."
"Okay. Seeya, Bret."
Bret pushes in another few inches, watching Shawn's entrance stretching for him, watching where he's pushing inside this absurdly tight, warm body.
"You waited here? I thought you said you hated sleeping in hospitals."
"Shut up and eat the jello, Shawn. Then I'll drive you home."
Shawn reaches a hand up and his fingertips brush across Bret's cheek, then slip up into his hair. He guides Bret down, and the Hitman balances on his elbows on either side of Shawn's head. He leans in for the gentle kiss.
"Thanks for the save there. I could feel myself underrotating, almost broke my neck."
"Poor Shawn, what would we do if you were injured? No one around is as much fun as you."
"You're just saying that."
"Maybe."
Bret brushes his lips over Shawn's. He pushes in more, and when Shawn flinches, he kisses his cheeks, his forehead, he nuzzles his neck.
"Almost done, baby. You're so close. I'm almost all the way in."
"Bret, you're big!"
"Shh, you've had it before. You've had it before baby, you can do it," Bret whispers. Shawn's hyper-sensitive at the moment, from his skin to his hair to his heart, everything turned up a notch. Bret kisses Shawn's lips tenderly and looks into his soft blue eyes.
"I swear, I’m gonna kick your head in one day.”
“Aww, you don’t mean that. You love me!”
“Maybe.”
“...”
“...”
“...What?”
“Nothing. Just get in the car.”
“O..kay. Okay.”
Shawn gives Bret a nod, and Bret pushes in again, hips pressed to Shawn's ass. Fully inside him, one body, one person, the two men melt into one another. When Bret moves, Shawn moves. When Bret pants, Shawn whimpers. When Shawn begs, Bret gives. They grind against each other, Shawn gasping and wrapping his legs tighter around Bret’s hips.
They moved nice and slow together for a time, Bret pushing into Shawn lazily, looking down at his beautiful face. Shawn’s hair was splayed out on the pillow, he was smiling, his hands curled in Bret’s hair to pull him down. Shawn brings their lips together, this time teasing his tongue into Bret’s mouth. Bret pushes into it, tasting Shawn’s peppermint gum, feeling his soft breath on his cheek.
This man has walked almost every step of my career with me, Bret thinks, hands cupping the back of Shawn’s head. He’s been there for me to hate, for me to love. Two opposing young kids dancing in the light together. Bret presses harder into Shawn’s body and starts to move faster, humping Shawn into the mattress. He needed it, it wasn’t that he wanted it to go faster. Shawn was just so, so tight, so warm, so wet. He was where Bret belonged.
“Bret,” Shawn gasps, lips slipping off his, body starting to clench. Bret looks at Shawn, Shawn looks at Bret, like they had their entire careers. Faces close, things unsaid, the light pouring over the two of them. Bret doesn’t stop moving, Shawn doesn’t let him go. Instead, he cups the back of Bret’s head and says, voice shaking, unsteady, gravelly, “I love you.”
“Can you believe we’re here?”
“No. It’s incredible. My dad, all my brothers, they’re real proud.”
“They should be. We’re gonna be legends, Bret. You and I.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Which part?”
“Huh?”
“...Ah, nevermind.”
They’d come so close, so many times. It just took...more time. Bret swallows thickly and keeps his promise.
“I love you, too, Shawn. I love you, I do,” Bret pants, letting it all out. He pours the words over Shawn’s lips, repeating them over and over as he thrusts into Shawn’s body. He watches tears prick at Shawn’s eyes, but instead of begging Bret to stop, he says it back. Again. And again. And Again. They were making up for lost time.
Shawn cums first. He arches and thick ropes fall over his chest and stomach, his nails digging into Bret’s scalp. Bret buries his face in Shawn’s hair and gives a few more out-of-rhythm thrusts, then cums with a deep, rattling breath. He’s quiet when he cums, as opposed to Shawn’s deep groans as his aftershocks intensify. Bret fills him as much as he can, Shawn’s body clenching to help milk Bret until there’s nothing left to give.
In the peace of their afterglow, Bret remaining inside Shawn, both men look exhaustedly at the other. Bret combs his fingers through Shawn’s hair and he says,
“I love you, kid. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Shawn says, and it looks like it’s getting easier with every syllable. So he tries it again, smiling, those tears not leaving his eyes. “I love you, Bret. I love you. I love you.”
For Bret, it feels like the end of a very, very long ride.
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Jetpack (and it’s mobile app) makes your website fast. Like, really damn fast. Like “I’m a dusty stock photo of a someone riding a scooter with a paper mache rocket on my back” fast.
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