Nice. Edge thought miserably as he continually cracked his jaw. It still ached from that damn kick last night! And of course, Shawn did not join him in the hotel room either so it made it even worse. The little fucker got him so hot in the Elimination chamber with his cute little movements that he couldn't get off with out getting aroused- AGAIN. Obviously, Shawn was pretty mad at him- but the spear was an accident... And the slapping was... uh... yeah. He didn't even realize what he was doing!

It just kind of happened. Edge didn't even see it until he saw the footage when he came back from the chamber. Staring at the screen he bit his lip and muttered obscenities at his actions. God damn it. Not only had he screwed up the title match... But... He messed things up with Shawn. And that's what he happened to spend the rest of the night thinking while he jacked off. Was it better to have the title, than it was to have Shawn? Or was it better to have both, and have Shawn wearing just the title while he waited for him in a hotel room with sex obviously on the agenda.

Or was it even... Dare he say it? Better to just have Shawn? Edge did miss the nice warm ass he happened to have been pounding mercilessly over the past two weeks or so... The hot body that was pressed up against his all night long. The blue eyes that bore into his soul... Oh well... He could just find someone else. Edge was young and sexy, he could damn well have anyone he pleased.

~The next night, after RAW~

Shawn was sitting in his hotel room getting ready for a good night's sleep when he heard a knocking at the door. "What?" He called brushing out his hair.

There was a long pause... But finally there came a slightly aggravated reply. "It's me."

"Oh, you huh? Great. Now why don't you go leave the prima donna alone so he can get in his hour in front of the mirror." Shawn said coolly as he continued to brush out his hair. "I need to look good for a camera, if there's one around. Now, if you don't have one, go away- because I'm obviously too vain and selfish to see you at the moment."

"I guess I deserve that."

"You deserve more than that." Shawn growled softly as he tied his hair into a loose braid.

"Well, you deserve an ass pounding."

"Great, I'll call Hunter."

"You fucking bitch, you so wouldn't dare." Edge muttered a little angrily against the door. "He's got the title, he can't have you too!"

"So I'm a consolation prize, huh? My ass comes after the title. I see how it is."

Did he sound a little bit upset there? Edge blinked and shook his head. No. Not Shawn. "Well if I can't have the title, I want you, and obviously I can't have you if you don't OPEN THE DOOR."

"Edge, I'm not just a hole for you to fuck. I'm not property to be won. I am a person, and if you don't like that, then you can go find some one else to get your cock off." Shawn shouted and punched the door on his side.

"... Is that how you want it, bitch?" Edge shouted back trying not to sound hurt by this rejection.

"Figure it out you dumb ass."

"Oh Shawn, I'm not the dumb one. See, you are. You're the biggest slut I've ever seen. And you're as stupid as Anna Nicole. Hell, you could give her and reputation a run for her money."

"Oh, ow. Such a GREAT insult. Now would you go away so I can sleep, PLEASE."

"Shawn please... Can I at least see you?" He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't loose Shawn. He didn't even care about the title anymore.

The door opened slowly, for Edge to get just the slightest blink-and-you-missed-it glimpse of Shawn before the door slammed in his face again. "Shawn come on. I'm serious."

"Fine." Shawn said as he opened the door. "You happy now?"

Edge took in the sight of Shawn in pajamas. It was something he never seen before- Shawn was always naked in his presence. It just ended up that way. He definitely wasn't expecting what he saw, and was hoping for something sexier- but he didn't care. "You like Japanese anime?" He asked looking at Shawn's outfit.

"Phht." Shawn snorted. "NO. I like Ranma 1/2." He said and pointed to the graphic of the logo on his short tee shirt. "Since 1987."

"Are you serious?"

"Do the P-Chan boxer shorts lie?" Shawn asked and pointed to his shorts.

"Guess not... I was just surprised- I got the last volume a few months ago. I thought I was the only one here who liked it." Edge said a little sheepishly.

"Nu nu nu no. You like Ranma?"

"Since 1991." He grinned. "Let's talk."

Shawn smiled and nodded. "Hey, are those flowers?"

"Oh yeah." Edge raised an eyebrow at the nearly strangled flowers in his grip. He had brought them as an ice opener and nearly shook the life out them during the argument.

"They're a little abused, but... They're still nice." He grinned and took them from Edge as he stepped aside to let him in.

~

Now, when Edge was allowed to come into Shawn's room he was expecting to get into his pants. But sadly that didn't happen at all. Edge didn't really notice, though. He was too wrapped up in just talking to Shawn and enjoying his company. It was almost 4 AM before Shawn finally noticed the time.

"Edge, it's so early- I didn't even notice."

"4 AM?! Oh god, I guess we just got caught up in talking... Damn Shawn, you can carry a conversation so well... I should probably head back to my room." Edge said though he really just wanted to crash here-with Shawn. Even if it didn't mean sex, he didn't want to go. After everything they've talked about during the night, he found out that despite Shawn being so sexy, that he was even more desirable just being around him. If he had known this before maybe he would have been looking for more things in their 'relationship' to cement things to build something more permanent.

"No, you stay with me."

"Great!" Edge beamed unable to hide how happy he was. "And listen Shawn, I... I'm really sorry for my actions in the past few weeks. You're not a primadonna, you're not vain, you're not selfish... You can be a brat, but I love that about you. You're an amazing person and I see that now..."

Shawn looked up to him questionably. "Do you mean that?"

"Yeah... Of course I do. Why would I lie to you?"

"That's so sweet...." Shawn blushed a little, reaching up to stroke his fingers over Edge's cheek.

"Can I have a good night kiss?" He asked hoping that he wasn't pushing his luck here. But when Shawn nodded and wrapped his arms around his neck- Edge knew he was in heaven. "Oh baby.." He purred against Shawn's perfect lips. "You're so soft, so warm..."

"Thank you." He grinned against him, nuzzling his neck. "Come back to bed, Edge..."

The younger man looked down to him in shock. "You're forgiving me?"

He nodded and sighed. "I can't stay mad at you, fuck head." He laughed and kissed his collarbone.

"Good." Edge grinned and pulled Shawn toward the bed.

~

He didn't know what he did, but somehow they ended up having sex that morning, but Edge decided it was best not question it. He was getting more than he ever wanted out of Shawn too- something he wasn't expecting. He never wanted a relationship, he just wanted the belt- maybe some sex. If Shawn was giving he was taking. But that was all before he knew that in addition to being a nice fuck, Shawn had a lot of things in common with him. He liked to bite, Shawn liked being bitten. Edge liked hot action movies, and Shawn was hot action. But besides all that, they could laugh at things that only they found funny... They could talk till the wee hours of the morning with out a care.

Was it love? Possibly. Edge wasn't too sure about the subject in general. All he knew for sure was that Shawn wouldn't be leaving his sights any time soon... It was nice being so close to someone, to talk about hopes and dreams he could never share with Christian. He loved his little brother, but this was different. In the end he was glad he called Shawn out on RAW- who knew being a bitch could turn out so well?

FIN.