The Therapy of Triple H

The Therapy Of Triple H
Pairing: Bret Hart/HHH
Rated:
Part: 1/1
Summary: "My name is Hunter Hearst Helmsley, and I am a sex addict."
Disc: Not my men.

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I sighed a little, looking around the room at everyone in the room. This was single handedly the hardest thing I've ever done. Hell, I even came into to the room on a guilt trip after RAW. I guess going to one of these meetings should be as far away from home as they can get. Calagry, Alberta sound far enough from Conneticut? I hope so anyway. I took a deep breath and stood up, running my now wedding ringless hand through my hair.

"My name is Hunter Hearst Helmsley, and I am a sex addict. That's why I'm here tonight, recently divorced from my wife of one year. I can't keep my hands off other people, no mater who they are, or who I'm with. I can't do it, I can't be faithful."

"Thank you Mr. Helmsley..."

Damn, that felt good. I took a seat, looking around the room nervously. Thank god there was no one I wanted to fuck in here. I'm sure a few of them wanted me too. The rest of the meeting lasted about an hour longer. I rushed out though, I didn't want to stay in there a second more. God, I needed someone right now- Anyone, damn it all! That meeting didn't help me at all..! The craving's still there... It was about 10 pm now, and the community center looked as if it were about to close. I chewed on my lip a little, someone had to be in here still!

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow Beth. No, I never mind comming into speak... If I can help one person whose went through the pain of a stroke, then I'll keep coming back."

That voice- It's been awhile... But I still recognize it-- and him. Of course, he's gotten a little older, probably almost 50 by now. But damn, he looks good, more like he was turning 42- His hair is a little shorter and dyed blonde, and he's got a few wrinkles from a hard few years... But his cobalt blue eyes are still shining true. It's Bret Hart, no doubt about that. He wasn't really looking in my direction, but I was looking in his.

He walked right by me, shuffling the papers in his hand lost in his own world. I was pleased to see that he's still retained most of his muscle mass since the stroke- impressive. Very impressive. A few things I've never noticed before came into view. Bret can *definately* fill out those blue jeans he had on, for one thing. I pulled down my sunglasses to get a better look. Nice.

Bret whistled a little, completely unaware of my watching eyes. "Shoot." I heard him mutter as he went to grab his keys from his pocket and ended up dropping them on the floor. He bent down- and I had to be there. I suppose he heard my hurried footsteps coming down the hallway, because when he stood up and turned to look behind him just in time to see me push him up against the wall. "Son of a bitch! Get off of me!"

"No." I murmured and clamped down on his mouth hard and fast before he could pull away. His eyes narrowed angrily at me, and I got my lip bit. I staggered back and got a strong right hook in the face. The man can punch.

"Bastard! What the fuck is the matter with you?!" He shouted whipping his mouth off like I had a diesease.

I cracked my jaw back into place, and leered up and down him again. "A lot of things are wrong with me, Bret. That's why I'm here- I love sex. Can't get enough."

"You're not getting any from me!" He spat and started walking backwards his eyes never leaving me.

"Come on... I'm what, a little over ten years younger then you? You could have bragging rights that you scored with a younger man."

"Get away from me-- You make skin crawl!"

I grinned and grabbed him by the arm. "Where do I make your skin crawl...?"

"Gaah! What's the matter with you?! We don't like each other in the least bit, you shouldn't be trying to get anywhere near with me unless it's because you want a piece of me-"

"But I do want a piece of you!"

"Not that kind of piece! Damn it Helmsley-- Get the fuck off me! If you're here to annoy me, or bother me, you've definately done that. Now, get the hell out of here!"

"Not with out you."

Whoever said Bret Hart was unable to fight anymore was terribly, horribly wrong. Despite my attempts to subdue him, he punched, kicked, and had me in a head lock so fast my head was spinning. "What's the matter with me?! Don't you find me attractive?!" I shouted as we seperated, me cracking my jaw back into place for the second time that night.

"Yeah I do! But molesting me in the hallway isn't the right way to go about things, Helmsley! What the hell is the matter with you?!"

I looked to him with upset hazel eyes- I really did have a problem! I couldn't help myself-- "I'm sorry, Bret. I didn't mean to attack you like I did... I just couldn't stop..! You're so attractive. I've always liked you, really! I have a problem with sex- I can't stop it. I need to have it no matter who it's with. That's why Steph left me. I've been such a jerk and-"

"Stop, stop, stop!" He shouted and shook his head. "It's okay, I got it. You don't have to explain it to me anymore than you have. I forgive you. I gotta say I'm a little flattered- more so disturbed, but a little flattered."

"You're an attractive man, Bret... Very attractive. Not many people your age can look that good."

"For my age, eh?" He said his eyes narrowing.

"Well I'm only about 35, and you're what, almost 50? You have to be pretty hot to get my attention when you're that old. You should take it as a compliment."

"Uh-huh. Goodbye Hunter."

I watched him walk down the hallway, telling myself not to think about him. I screwed up- let him get away. He's not worth my time. ...I wonder if that ass is as tight as it looks. I bet it is. It has to be, from what I heard, Bret doesn't bottom. NO-No... I will not go after Bret Hart just for the prospect of screwing a proud man sensless. No. Bad Hunter. ...I wonder if I could get him to suck me off. He's got cock sucker lips. Damn... I gotta apologize- maybe I'll get some off of him that way. He seemed to open up to mushy shit like I confessed to him earlier.

I took off running, chasing after him. With Bret having only some sensations in his left limbs I caught him with out much trouble. I grabbed his arm, spinning him around quickly. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to sound like an ass. I can't help it. You really are an attractive man, Bret."

"Oh for my age, right?" He asked giving me quite the bit of attitude.

"Well yeah, you look good for 48, but not only that... You look good, PERIOD." I said releasing my grip on his arm.

"What's so good about the way I look?"

"You're giving me the chance to lear?"

He rolled his eyes a bit and nodded. "Yeah, I guess."

I stood back like I was appraising a piece of art work, crossing my arms and looking contemplative. "Well, your eyes are a nice shade of blue. Not too bright, but dark enough to be mysterious... Very nice." I reached out touching his face- though he pulled instantly away at that. "You've got a good jaw, a good face. Nice... Your lips... Gotta love those kissable lips. Infact, I'd love to k-"

He gave me a warning look, so I stopped and moved on.

"Your hair- though dyed, still looks soft, silky... I'd like to run my hand-"

"Don't you dare even think about it."

"Sorry. I got carried away. But... I think I might have to frisk you for more of a detailed review." I said with a pout- like it would really bother me to frisk him.

"You're not touching me."

"Fine, fine. I won't. But then you'll JUST have to get naked." I said as if it were the worst thing in the world.

"Nevermind, I'm getting out of here before you get even stranger." He pushed away from me, heading out the door. I debated again on if I should go after him. I mean, it wouldn't kill me to. And I am really turned on right about now, more so than ever before. Maybe it's because Bret's just so damn resistant to me. I like it, it's actually fun. The thrill of the chase. I started out after him, but he was a good ways ahead of me.

"Leave me alone, Helmsley!" He called looking over his shoulder. "You're freaking me out!"

Some of the cars in the parking lot were beginning to leave, and alot of them didn't seem like they were paying much attention-- nor was Bret paying much attention to them either; he was far too busy yelling at me. So when the Escalade came rounding the corner and hit Bret with the side of the fender, he didn't see it coming. I ran over to him, kneeling down. "Bret- BRET! Can you hear me?"

"Uggn, yeah. I'm okay... They didn't hit me that hard..." He stammered as I helped him up.

The driver came out of the car, just as pale and shaken as Bret. "Are you okay, sir? I didn't see you--! Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

"N-No.. I'm alright. You just knocked me over, I'll be okay."

The driver nodded, leaving a shaken Bret clinging on to the front of my suit. "Come on, I'll help you over to the Hummer, I've got a first aid kit in there."

"A-Alright." He whispered as I picked him up to carry him over to my army green SUV. I popped open the door, sitting him on the ledge. "Thanks... I can't believe that happened- it was all so fast!"

"Well you were paying more attention to insulting me than anything else." I said grabbing the first aid kit from the back. "I apperciate you taking the time out of your busy day to insult me though. You do such a nice job."

"You do a good job of attempted molestation." He smirked a little, offering his arm which had a nasty scrape on it for me to bandage.

"When I like something, I take it. Did you hit your head?"

He shook his head, rubbing his forhead a little. "Thankfully no. When I felt myself going down, I protected my head. I don't want another stroke."

I put my hands on the sides of his face, stroking him a little with the pads of my thumbs. "I don't want that either, especially since I was distracting you in the first place."

I don't think I've ever experianced an akward moment quite like this one. I never wanted to kiss some one so badly either. I'm actually acheing to- this was the moment I was waiting for- Bret can't run away, he's been hit by a car. I have him all to myself. But... I... I can't. I've never felt so guilty. "You want to kiss me again, don't you?"

"Are you going to punch me if I say yes? Because you've got a nasty right hook."

"I'm not going to hit you." Bret said with a bit of a smile. "And... I guess I wouldn't if you kissed me. But if you use tongue, that's another story."

"Glad to see you didn't loose your sense of humor." I smiled a little leaning down to finally (safetly) claim Bret's soft lips as mine. Oh, it's even better when he wants it too- they were like silk. and they're all mine right now! I relish in that fact, kissing those perfect lips over and over.

Bret's arms went around my neck as I continued myself my assault on his lips, gasping for breath every now and then. I needed him-- and if I stopped, he might push me away. We were practically molded together before he pushed me away. Instantly, I whimpered. "I need a break!" He exclaimed looking at me breathlessly. "I couldn't breathe."

"Sorry, I got a little excited there. I've been dieing to kiss you since I saw you in there. You and your perfect lips..."

"I don't have perfect lips, what are you talking about?" He asked me looking at me nearly cross eyed.

"I think they're perfect. So soft. Sweet." I said grabbing them up in another kiss. "Mmmph, I can't stop kissing you!" I kissed him again, moving down his face.

"Hunter..."

Down his neck.

"Hunter..!"

Damn, he tastes sweet. Not unlike a nice ripe peach. "Mmm. What..?"

"If you want to continue, let's get in the freaken' Hummer please?"

"Yessir!" I grinned obediently and helped him in and onto the back seat. "You better lay down, don't want to aggrivate any injuries you might have." I was concerned, really. Don't let my my hard-on fool you- The second he said he wanted to go to the hopsital, we're there. After shutting the door and locking it tight, I sat on the side of his bed. "You sure you're alright? No internal bleeding?"

"I doubt it. My hip hurts from where I was hit, and my back hurts from where I landed-- I'll have some bumps, but I should be alright."

"So if we get really far, I shouldn't worry too much?"

He made a face at me. "Do you think I'm made of glass?!"

I ducked my head, I forgot who I was with here. Bret could be on fire and still say that he was anything more than 100%. Then again, he did just give me the go ahead to go far! That's all I needed to hear. Positioning myself over his body on my back seat, I looked down at him, apraising his form-- and taking my sweet time doing so. Where to begin? Ah yes, kissing.

Seems like Bret was on the same side. He grabbed fistfuls of my hair, bringing me down to kiss him again. Ohhh yeah, this is nice. Especially since he started the kiss this time. Our tongues lashed together, fighting fiercely as we explored ourselves. I wanted to tear off his clothing and get to the good stuff, but part of me kept reminding me that Bret DID just get hit by a car, and despite his iron clad defense over that he was FINE... I was still worried that he was hurting, even if it was just a little.

His hands tugged the shirt of of my pants so he could slide his hands up my shirt. His explorations were skilled; running his nails and finger tips inside the ridges of my abs, all the way up my chest. My heart was pounding so hard I was getting dizzy..! It only seemed to get worse as he grabbed my nipples between his finger tips and pinched. Uttering a groan, I reached down to grab him by his ass, squeezing the round flesh in my hands. He mimicked my groan, and for a second I thought I might have hurt him, but he flicked his fingers over my nubs and I forgot all about what just happened.

Bret had gotten my shirt open pretty quickly, and had pressed his face against my chest. His tongue took the place of his hands as he teased me, kissing, licking, sucking-- doing everything that was making me see stars. I squeezed his ass again, massaging flesh beneath my hands, pressing my fingers into the seam of jeans. He moaned again against my skin, pressing back into my hands. Grinning like a fool, I slid my hands between his partially parted thighs to grab his crotch. Oh, he was getting nice and hard, just like me. He rocked against my hand as I rubbed, a look of pure pleasure on his face. "Oh yeah..! Hunter!" He exclaimed as I worked my hand harder, using the other one to start slapping his ass.

"You like being spanked..?" I purred kissing the side of his neck. "More so, do you need to be spanked?"

Bret gasped and nodded as I placed a few light slaps on his backside. "O-Of course I do! I'm with you aren't I?"

"Funny guy." I said and wrinkled my nose at him. I moved so I was sitting on the edge of the seat so I could better pull him over my lap. My fingers tingling with excitement as I started at the rounded ass, looking so nice in those jeans, that I was about to spank. I raised my hand, bringing it down on him to earn a sharp, excited cry out of him. I did it again, over and over, enjoying the sweet cries I got to spur me on. He grabbed my leg for support, raising himself up to meet each of my slaps. I stopped for just a second to run my hand over his cheeks feeling the heat radiate from beneath the jeans. "I think you've had enough here..."

"Have I..?"

"Yeah, but you could always do something nice for me."

Bret eased off my lap, watching my hands as I unzipped the fly of my suit pants. My cock sprang free (I don't wear underwear) and stood erect. "Ohh, I see."

Thats all I needed to hear as I pushed myself back against the side of the Hummer, so I could rest with my legs on the seat. Bret climed over me, slowly lowering his face onto my cock which throbbed eagerly as he got closer.

Boy was I right about those dick sucking lips! They were perfect as he bobbed his head up and down along my shaft. God, he was driving me nuts, applying the right suction to the head, swirling his tongue over it like it was it sucker. My fingers tangled in his thick blonde hair, pulling on it a little. He grinned up at me, a bit of precum shining on his lips as he went to take my scrotum in his mouth, sucking, pulling, running his teeth over it. Damn, this was paradise... I could sit here forever watching my gentials slip in and out of Bret's hot mouth, but there was another conquest I had to make. I had to be inside that man. "Stop." I breathed though every inch of me told me to keep going.

He looked up at me like I had grown three heads.

"Gotta fuck you."

Bret nodded and smirked a little- it's spooky when he does that, he looks like Shawn. "Here?"

I shook my head almost shocked. This was all leather! Spunk's hard to clean out of it! "There's a motel over there. We can use that."

"Fine by me..." Bret said straightening his clothing as I tucked myself back into my pants. Together, we crept out of the Hummer heading across the deserted parking lot for the Blue Falls Motel. Thank god the place was still open was all I had to say. We stormed into the office, Bret bracing himself against the counter as he frantically rang the bell for service. I got behind him, pressing my covered crotch into the back of blue jeans. "Hunter--"

I grabbed his hips ignoring the little plea, pratically fucking him through his jeans. He banged on the bell harder, almost in time with my thrusts.

Finally a squatty looking man came out from the back. I cursed him with every fiber of my being-- his being here made me have to stop humping Bret through our clothing. But that wasn't enough to make me move off his back. I hooked my arms around his waist and burried my face into his neck to kiss and nip him hard. "Do... Do you two need a room?"

"Please!" Bret wailed throwing the required 50 bucks on the counter.

"A'right, A'right." He said waddling over to grab us a room key. By time he had returned I had my hand shoved down the front of Bret's pants.

"Thank you!" He stammered grabbing the keys. I hoisted him up quickly putting him over my shoulder as we left the office.

"What's the room number?"

"19-- It's over there!" Bret said quickly pointing to a door across the way.

He didn't need to say anything else. I quickly carried Bret over to the motel door, opened it up, and dropped him down on the bed. He looked up at me, and that was the only pause we had between us. With incredible speed he reached up and ripped off my shirt, buttons flying every where. Ah, my good shirt- but I don't care about that right now. I can't. Not when we're soooo close.

We tore off our clothing like we were ravage animals, bits of fabric flying off and to the side until we were finally naked. I looked down at the beautiful body beneath me, taking in the sight of Bret's taut, still-muscled form, and the sight of his stiff cock standing at attention for me. I could tell he liked what he saw when it came to me, especially when I caught him oogling my own cock- Don't worry Blondie, it'll be in you soon.

"Need lotion. ALOT of lotion."

He always made such good points. I grinned a little and ran into the bathroom to grab a small bottle of hand lotion. I returned to him, tossing the lotion to him. "Get me ready for you." I told him as he busily worked off the cap. Soon enough he had coated up his hands and was getting me slicked up- not a hard thing to do, considering how much precum was dribbling out of the tip. "S'nough." I told him touching his arm.

Bret nodded and crawled up toward the pillows, turning himself on to his belly, and offering me that beautiful ass. I don't know what I did to deserve it but as soon as I find out what... I'm doing it more often. I grabbed his hips and raised him up so he met my crotch. I was quick to penetrate him-- neither of us could wait any longer. His heat and muscles attacked my cock, pulling and pushing on it enough to drive me mad.

"Hunter!" He cried throwing back his mane of hair as I pressed deeper into him. "Do it fast-- please."

Didn't need to tell me twice. I snapped my hips into him over and over into him, drilling my new lover into the matress. His impressive back muscles flexed as he twisted beneath me to some imposible angles-- gotta love techincal wrestlers, they contort themselves into some interesting positions. Suddenly he arched up and let out a howl; I must have hit his spot. Consentrating on the jewel I had just found, I thrusted harder, digging my fingers into his hips.

"Yea-yeah!" He hollered reaching back to take my hand, guiding it to my cock. I knew what to do, no need to worry Bret. Gripping his erection in my hand I worked him off in time with my thrusts.

So hot.

So tight.

Almost there.

..Fuck.

Bret grabbed a pillow and muffled his cry of release, granting me the reward of having his hot seed coat my hand. The spasms of his passage brought me off not a second sooner... My own spunk coating his insides, claiming that part of him as mine.

All mine.

"Damn you, you're good..." Bret murmured. He looked back at me with a satisfied, flushed face. I pulled out of him to lay by his side, cupping his cheek.

"No, you're good. I think you cured me." I said honestly playing with a bit of his sweaty hair.

He rolled his eyes, turning so he could face me. "Yeah, sure."

"No, I'm serious. I.. I want to see you again. I don't want this to be a one night thing. No one could make me orgasm like you did. I gotta have you again, Bret. I want to be with you."

Bret gave me a long, searching look- as if he could tell wether or not I was lieing. Normally I would have been terrified, but I'm not. What I said was the truth. I want to have him. "Well... I suppose we can give it a try."

I grinned broadly, grabbing him up in a hug. "You won't be sorry Bret. I PROMISE you won't be. I'm going to make you so ha-"

He pressed his finger to my lips to silence me. "IF... if you shave off that stupid mustace."

I fingered the facial hair on my face and frowned. I liked my mustace. But... Bret's worth it. "Okay, sure. I'll shave it in the morning."

"AND... You can't have anymore lovers. Just me."

"Oh Bret, you don't have to worry about that. I want you." I smiled placing a kiss to his temple. "You'll be the one I'm coming home to."

He looked pleased at that, kissing me on the lips- just once, and very briefly. "Then yes, I'll be your lover. Good night."

"Good night." I murmured burrying my face into his neck. Oh yes, I'm glad to be cured- especially if it means more nights of this.

FIN