Yeah, I'm back with a new story.
Rating: Very strong M.
Warnings: Language, lots of dirty, hot sex, fluff, possible violence, whatever my mind can come up with.
Summary: Justin and Heath's relationship is put to the test when the Nexus is formed. (Lame, but it's all I got.)
Notes: I do kayfabe names, cause real ones are too confusing. Justin Gabriel and Heath Slater are their legal names in this story.
Justin sat backstage, twiddling his thumbs, having just changed back into his street-clothes. His nightmare had come true. He'd just been voted off of NXT and his dreams of being a WWE superstar were now over. He stood up, he was ready to go home, to see the love of his life, to figure out where to go next… as he turned around he met hazel eyes and immediately looked down. He swirled some saliva around in his mouth and finally swallowed, hard, looking back up, only to find a big smile on the redhead's freckled face.
"You're not disappointed?" He asked quietly.
"Of course not… were you disappointed in me?" The southern twang hit him hard and he shook his head. "I'm proud of you. We got this far, baby, we can only go up from here." Justin's heart fluttered quickly as he remembered why he loved this man. He always knew how to provide him with the comfort and supportive words he always silently seeked. Heath also had a way of providing the push and harsh words he needed sometimes. "You ready to go home?" Justin nodded, going to grab his bag, but being intercepted by Heath.
"What are you doing down here anyway?" Justin questioned, he thought his lover had gone home to Florida.
"I had to come down to see if you made it to congratulate you… or to see if they were fuckin' idiots and I had to comfort you." Justin smiled his infamous smile, leaning against Heath's arm slightly before making his way for the door.
It had been one glorious year together. They met at FCW, and had been inseparable ever since. Heath wasn't really Justin's type, he usually liked blonds, pretty boys… but something about that smile and that sweet southern voice had him hooked from the beginning. For Heath, Justin was just adorable. He had an innocence to him that just pulled him in, and with a former massage therapist you can never go wrong with a free neck-rub every night. It didn't hurt that he was a former model. And from day one, they provided eachother with everything the other needed. Justin needed someone to keep him in check, keep him from getting nervous or stressing about stupid things, and Heath needed someone to take care of and love to keep himself in check. It was like the perfect match. They had gone into NXT together hoping one of them could get in, then give good words to management for the other, but it didn't work out that way. Or they thought…
-x-
Three days later, Justin was in the kitchen preparing dinner. A former chef as well, there was nothing he couldn't do. Heath was in the living-room watching some lame gameshow when his cellphone rang. He picked it up, looked at the caller-ID and turned the TV down to answer. After about a 30 second conversation, he stood up, still a little shocked, and walked into the kitchen, leaning on the counter. Justin turned around from the stove, scanning him slightly, noticing the somewhat evil smirk.
"Heath, I'm cooking…"
"It's not for that." Heath laughed, walking around the counter, leaning against it. "That was a call from Vince. He wants to know… if we would like to come down for a meeting… says he has a way for us to become active members of the roster." Justin raised an eyebrow, frowning slightly and nodding.
"It sounds good." He finally said, turning back around. Heath chewed on his bottom lip.
"Is that a yes?" He asked, licking over it.
"It's a yes, as long as it's a yes for you, too."
"It's a yes for me." Heath affirmed, walking up to Heath, looking over his shoulder. "Spaghetti."
"I'm too tired to cook anything fancy." Justin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Heath raised his hands to rest on the sides of Justin's neck, squeezing and rubbing deeply.
"Well it's fine for me."
"Only cause you know you'd be eating dry cheerios out of the box if it wasn't." Justin giggled, turning the heat down on the sauce and covering it before turning around.
"I'll buy milk tomorrow." Heath yawned slightly. "So we better book a flight for Monday morning… wonder what they'll have us do."
"Take coats at the door with our luck." Justin stepped towards him, putting his arms around his waist.
"We can always pick through 'em for money to buy milk." Heath joked, making Justin chuckle slightly.
"Well maybe we'll get paid for it… almost out of money, and after paying rent this month, I think we'll be broke." Justin thought about it. "I think we'll have enough money left for a nice dinner… at Mcdonald's… off the value menu." Heath laughed out loud, grabbing Justin by the back of the head, kissing him fiercely.
"Don't worry so much."
"Well now I'm worried about my hair." Justin reached back where Heath had grabbed, shrieking as Heath grabbed him again.
"Maybe if you didn't spend an hour on it everyday, you wouldn't have to worry about it."
"The point of this haircut would be ruined if it wasn't styled promptly everyday." Heath shook his head, turning to face the living room, rolling his neck with a deep sigh.
"If this WWE thing doesn't work out, I'm gonna have to go find a real job."
"You know… I have experience in all fields. I could work, too, you know."
"Yeah, but it'd be pointless if we both worked. We'd never see each other, unless by some miracle we could work together again… but I'm not a chef, massage therapist, bouncer, or whatever else you've done."
"Well then let's just pray this doesn't fall through." Justin said, grabbing two plates out of the cupboard. Heath nodded, grabbing a beer out of the fridge before sitting down at the table for dinner. Justin plated everything before grabbing a bottle of water, and with his former waiter experience, brought everything to the table for dinner.
-x-
Justin and Heath sat in the creative team's conference room in the arena the next Monday morning, listening to their idea for the NXT season one rookies. Justin pouted slightly as they slid armbands to every one of them. Justin picked it up, looking at it with a frown. First being a heel, now this? He looked over at Heath who was already reading his thoughts with an amused smile.
"Yellow is so not my color." Justin whispered.
"Baby, can we refrain from being a diva, just this once?" Justin replied by holding it up to his skin, grimacing more, grinding his teeth. He looked up at Heath again before growling slightly.
"Fine."
"It's an arm-band, it's not like it's a shirt or a pair of trunks."
"That's next!" Justin hissed a little too loud.
"Gentleman… are you in?" Vince asked. Heath held up a finger and turned to Justin.
"Do not screw up our opportunity to work together and make a lot of money just because yellow isn't your color. It's not anybody's color!"
"I don't know how to be a heel."
"You sure know how to be bitchy." Heath smirked.
"Take that back!" Justin gaped at him.
"I wouldn't have anything to take back if you weren't being bitchy!"
"Gentlemen!"
"We're in." Heath said before Justin could get a word in. "We'll talk about it more, in the car." Heath said to Justin with an award-winning smile, high-fiving Darren across the table from him.
"Heath Slater, I swear to god…"
"Excused." Vince said, standing up. Heath grabbed Justin's arm, walking out into the hallway, high-fiving everyone on his way out. Justin continued to pout until they got into the parking garage, then he looked around and decided he was safe to yell.
"We don't know anything about this! I don't know how to be a heel! I'm not good at being mean."
"Justin, like I said, you know how to be a bitch." Justin glared again.
"Stop saying that." He sighed, going to take out the keys to the rental.
"It's only the truth. I've seen how you act when a girl comes up to me at a club…"
"I'm not jealous, if that's what you're implying." Justin snapped, unlocking the door.
"Okay… Mr. 'that's my man'." Heath grinned, walking around to get in the passenger seat.
"This conversation's over." Justin said, pulling his seatbelt over his lap.
"Okay, princess." Heath smirked in response to Justin's angry stare.
"I'm gonna do this Nexus thing, just with the hope I can beat your ass when the stable gets broken up." Justin smiled sweetly, turning the car on. Heath nodded, taking out his phone to send a text to Wade.
It worked just as I knew it would. I called him a name, called him jealous, now he's mad and wants to do it.
"Who are you texting?" Justin asked as he pulled out of the garage.
"Noone." Heath put his phone down, moving his arm up around Justin's seat as they drove back to the hotel for the day before the show that night.
-x-
They walked into the hotel room, Justin laying down on the bed, groaning slightly. Heath walked into the bathroom, looking in the mirror, shaking his almost shoulder length light blond-orange hair around, running his fingers through it. He turned back around and shut the light off, standing in the doorway, crossing his arms, watching Justin roll onto his side and turn the television on.
"You're just going to watch T.V. all day?" Heath asked, walking towards the bed.
"Call me crazy but I'm not in the mood to fuck."
"I don't mean that, I mean, let's go do something." Heath smacked Justin on the thigh, making Justin look back at him.
"What'd you have in mind?"
"The beach or something." Justin thought about it, looking at him for a long period before sitting up.
"The beach sounds good."
-x-
Justin laid on a blanket on his stomach, smiling happily as the sun made his skin itch, but he loved it. Miami beach. It was a beautiful place. He stretched out slightly, before rolling onto his back, pulling his knees up slightly, closing his eyes so the sun wouldn't blind him. He felt a presence next to him and opened his eyes to find Heath applying sunblock for the third time to his sensitive, pale, freckled skin that was already turning red. Justin chuckled lowly, reaching up to help rub some into the middle of Heath's upper-back where he was the most red.
"I come to the beach for you and within an hour, I look like I've been dipped in cherry flavored kool-aid. The things I do for love…" Heath said, putting the lid back on the sun-block and lying down next to Justin.
"Well it's definitely cheered me up. It's so beautiful." Justin looked around, watching the waves crash onto the shore as little kids made sandcastles under the bright, blue sky with pink clouds in it, from the sun starting to fall behind them.
"It is… you know, it could always be like this if this WWE thing works out. You and me, on the road, on the beach, in the mountains, lavish hotel suites, autograph signings, like one big vacation… only better, because we get to wrestle."
"I think the sun's getting to your brain." Justin looked down at him, raising an eyebrow as Heath pointed forward. Justin turned to see two girls coming towards them giggling. "Oh no."
"I got an idea."
"And what's tha-" Within seconds, Justin was caught in a passionate lip-lock, Heath's tongue lavishing his mouth. He moaned gently before Heath pulled away, smiling as he watched the girls change direction. "User." Justin put on a phony pout, lying back down with his forearm over his eyes, reaching around until he found Heath's hand, lacing their fingers together. He looked up with he felt sand be brushed onto his skin, looking up to see Wade standing there, wearing a full suit. "That's some nice beach attire, mate."
"I've been looking for you two all over."
"Well you found us." Heath said, sitting up, squinting slightly as the sun hit his eyes. "Have a seat." Wade glared at him, looking down at his own outfit. "Or you can stand."
"The guys and I went over the plan. We'll interrupt the main event, take everybody out. I mean everybody. Security, timekeeper, announcers, commentators. Then we'll tear the ring apart for dramatic effect." Wade explained. "I want to finish it all off with a 450, just to wow everybody. Which means you, Justin." Justin nodded hesitantly. Ending the whole thing? He was already wondering how he could bring out his dark side.
"He'll do amazing, trust me." Heath said, looking over at Justin with a smile, turning to Wade, raising his eyebrows.
"I trust you." Wade gave almost a warning-look, before turning to walk away.
"He's fucking weird. He's too serious about everything." Justin scrunched his nose up, lying back down.
"Well he's our 'leader' now," Heath held his fingers up to make the quotations, "So we better listen." Justin chuckled as Heath laid down again. It was almost show-time.
-x-
Walking back through the curtain after the invasion, Justin was giddy as a schoolgirl. The crowd ate it up, they booed, they chanted, they gasped, their mouths were wide open, in pure shock. When Heath walked through behind him, he immediately pounced on him, kissing him fiercely. Heath smirked, they had accomplished their goal and surprisingly, Justin had kept it together and the 450 he had delivered was indeed a gorgeous sight.
"I'm proud of you." He reminded Justin, who glowed, a huge smile on his face.
"I just can't believe I did it."
"I can." Heath made his way to the locker-room. "You want to go get a drink or something?"
"Yeah, that sounds good. Let me go change." Heath nodded, opening the door to the small storage closet he had put his clothes in. Yeah, they'd made it, but definitely not yet. Not as long as they were changing in the rooms where cleaning materials were kept. They still had a long way to go and a lot of respect to earn… but that was the plan, they were sticking to it.
-x-
Heath sat on a stool, facing away from the bar to watch Justin as he stood on the dancefloor with some of the divas, allowing them to take turns grinding on him. Heath was the jealous type… probably too jealous, but not when it came to women. He knew Justin was as gay as they came, no matter how beautiful a woman was, Justin was more interested in where she bought her outfit or where she gets her hair done. Heath felt a presence next to him but ignored it until he heard the voice.
"Aren't you gonna go cut in?" David Otunga asked. Heath smirked and shook his head.
"He knows I need to be really drunk to dance… plus, he loves the attention and how jealous all the guys get seeing he's the homo with all the women on him."
"Fair enough. It's good to know you're not one of those couples who needs to do everything together. Was a little nervous about it, to be honest." Heath took a sip of his beer, nodding.
"We don't need to be together. I'm my own man, he's his own man. Space is needed to keep it healthy."
"Plus I hear distance makes the dick grow harder." David remarked, causing Heath to nearly spit his beer out. "I know with Jennifer, we're hardly together, so once we are… well, you know."
"I never thought I'd be sitting at a bar with a straight, married father, while he hints at asking me what the sex is like between me and my boyfriend." Heath chuckled to himself amusedly.
"Oh no, you keep the details to yourself. I just wanted you to know, I ain't against it or anything."
"Fuck if you are. A lot of people are. We just choose not to care."
"Good attitude to have. You're right, fuck anybody who doesn't like it. You deserve to be happy just like anyone else, no matter who it's with." David patted him on the shoulder, causing him to wince from the sunburn he got.
"I didn't take you to be a very deep person, Dave."
"I didn't take you to be a fairy, so we're pretty even, man." They both cracked up as Justin twirled his way over to Heath, leaning on the bar, hitting it impatiently.
"A bottle of water." The bartender nodded, grabbing it and handing it to him. "I'm getting quite the workout."
"Yes… and later, I'll give your ass quite the workout." Heath winked, causing Justin to giggle, cupping his face.
"You better keep that promise." He pointed a finger at him, kissing him quickly before walking back to the dance floor.
"So you're the top, huh?" Heath nearly spit his beer out again, coughing as he choked on it. "I mean I kind of figured it out, just looking at him, then you."
"Well I'll tell you, it's not because he might be more feminine. He just prefers it that way… besides, he's the bossiest bottom you'd ever meet."
"I heard that!" Justin yelled from the dance floor.
"I always wondered how gays decide whose top and whose bottom…"
"Well, most couples stay pretty versatile, switch it up… but, with me and Justin, he's just always preferred it to stay one way."
"So you wear the pants, huh?"
"Oh no, he wears the pants… they just are accessorized with a pink studded belt, a chain, and some bedazzling."
"You know, I think Barrett's trying to move in on your boy." Heath looked up, seeing Wade talking to Justin.
"Wow, that guy's everywhere, ain't he?" Heath asked, taking a big gulp of his beer. "Justin used to live in England… always talked about how sexy the accents were."
"Then you better cut in before he has a chance to find out how sexy Wade's is." Heath nodded, putting his beer down, standing up, making his way over to the pair. He grabbed Justin around the waist, pecking him on the lips, turning to look at Wade.
"Hey man." He greeted with a somewhat sarcastic tone, tightening his grip on Justin's side.
"I was just telling Justin how much I admired his 450 splash, today. Was better than usual."
"Someone always works best when they have someone they love to inspire them." Heath smiled coldly, watching Wade's eyes show signs of retreat.
"I better be going."
"See you later, Wade." Heath waved, as the bigger man wandered off into the crowd. He felt a sharp punch to his arm and turned to look at his boyfriend.
"What is your problem?" Justin asked, crossing his arms.
"That guy wants a place to stick it, and it's not going to be in you."
"Fucking seriously? He's just being nice."
"Guys like that are only nice to get one thing." Heath rolled his eyes, rubbing his arm harshly.
"Or you're a jealous idiot whose jumping to conclusions." Justin hit him in the ribs, walking away. Heath growled, the pain now in his midsection, following after him, grabbing him by the arm.
"Are you seriously going to get mad over this?"
"Yes. So what if all he wants is sex? You should know I wouldn't give it to him!"
"Baby, that guy's a manipulator, he's a smooth-talker, the accent, the suits, it doesn't fool me. You're naïve, Justin, you trust anyone."
"I only trust you."
"Well then trust me when I tell you, that guy's bad news." Justin's face went sullen and Heath grabbed his chin. "Now go back to dancing with the girls, have a good time."
"Come with me." Justin's face suddenly changed to an evil leer.
"Oh, I don't know…" Heath looked at him for a moment. "Fine. You get one dance, then I want to go back to the hotel." Justin giggled, dragging him towards the center of the dancefloor excitedly to get his dance.
-x-
Loud laughter filled the hallway as the couple made their way back to the hotel room, Heath hanging off Justin's arm, trying to walk straight. Too many drinks. Justin opened the door, watching Heath carefully as he did so, pushing it open and walking behind him to grab his shoulders and hold him upright as they entered the room. He kicked the door shut behind him, sitting Heath on the bed, turning away to remove his own shirt before getting down on the floor in front of the intoxicated redhead, removing first his shoes, then his socks, then his pants.
"This is why I don't drink… good thing, too, since you need a designated driver." Justin mumbled to himself, getting a deep groan in response as he stood back up, crawling onto the bed next to his lover, helping him take his shirt off. Heath turned his head to look at Justin as he tore the blankets up off the bed, grabbing Heath under the arms, pulling him up to the top of the bed. He grabbed the blankets back, pulling them up over them. Heath turned to look at him, smiling. "What?"
"I made you a promise."
"You're too drunk to take your own shoes off. You can make good on it later." Justin rolled on his side away from Heath, reaching up to turn the lamp off. Heath grabbed his arm, forcing him to crane his neck to look at him. Heath darted his tongue out to wet his lips, sliding his hand down the tanned bicep. Justin ignored the light and turned back over to face him, raising an eyebrow.
"Come on." He grinned mischievously, running his hand down Justin's side, then over the smooth skin of his thigh. "Just keep quiet this time, Skip's getting suspicious, especially after last time."
"He doesn't know his ass from his elbow, I'm not worried." Justin batted his eyes in mock-innocence, pushing the blankets away from them, climbing on top of Heath, straddling his hips, leaning forward to kiss him passionately, attacking his mouth with his tongue, ignoring the obvious taste of booze. Heath brought his arms up around Justin's waist tightly, pulling away from his lips, putting his mouth to the side of Justin's pec, sucking hard, eliciting a loud moan from the man above him. Justin rested his hands against the wall as Heath ambushed his chest, grinding his hips down, slapping his hand against the wall.
"Shhhh." Heath beamed up at him, as Justin moved his hands down to the top of his head, running his hands back through the soft, shiny, red hair, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose.
"I'm sensitive, jeez." Justin shoved Heath down on his back again, keeping a hand on his chest as he moved down his stomach, kissing all around his midsection, laying his lips upon the dents in his hips before grabbing for his briefs, yanking them down with an evil smirk, to reveal a very hard cock. Heath swallowed hard, leaning his head back and placing his arms behind his head, giving a contented sigh. "Look at me." Heath opened his eyes, looking down into the currently light blue orbs.
"As I said at the club… bossy bottom." Heath snickered, quickly switching to a loud gasp as Justin swallowed him in one go, pulling back up slowly then coughing. "Patience is a virtue."
"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Justin replied quizzically.
"Not with the way you like to suck a dick." Heath cracked as Justin gently bit his tip. "Ow. Bitch." Justin's laugh was muffled as he continued to bob his head, Heath sat up a bit, reaching down to run his hand around the side of Justin's head, touching only the shaved spots and not the style, so his diva wouldn't stop. Justin moved his eyes up to look at him as he ran his tongue under the ridge teasingly, as Heath mouthed "I love you" and Justin smiled, crawling back up his body.
"Because you're drunk and clumsy, I'm on top tonight." Justin told him, reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube.
"I love it when you ride it anyway." Heath remarked, watching Justin remove his own briefs, pouring some of the lube into his hand, then grabbing Heath's and pouring some in his.
"I'll get you ready, you get me ready." He leaned forward, wrapping his hand around Heath's cock, rubbing the lube over his length easily, moaning when he felt the first finger enter him. He pressed a kiss to Heath's jugular, stroking him gently as a second, then a third twisted inside of him, causing him to bite his lip so hard, he swore he could taste blood. "Alright, alright, fuck me."
"Do I have to remind you about the patience again?"
"SIT UP!"
"I'll refrain from bringing up the bossy bottom thing, too." Heath sneered, leaning back against the wall, sitting up against it, allowing Justin to climb on top of him again. Justin grabbed Heath's chin, forcing him to look at him as he reached behind him to hold the younger man's dick in place, a sigh emitting from both of them as he finally sunk down on it. Justin again used the wall to remain balanced, as Heath, now suffering from impatience of his own, pushed his hips up to speed things along. Justin let out a scream, partially in pain, but the initial intrusion was always that way, and he loved it.
"The point of me being on top, is so I can control the pace." Justin moaned loudly as Heath thrust upwards again.
"That'd be no fun." Heath removed his hands from Justin's hips, indicating he could move at his own will. Justin grabbed onto his shoulders and ground his hips down slightly, moaning contentedly. Heath looked up at him, watching the beads of sweat roll down his muscular, yet slim torso.
"Aren't you going to compliment me somehow? I'm tight, I feel good, I'm sexy?"
"Diva, you don't need to be reminded." Heath gave him a sly grin, moving his hands back to Justin's body, this time resting them on his defined, tanned thighs. "You feel incredible."
"Mutual." Justin tilted his head back, sucking his lower lip completely into his mouth as he picked up the speed of his bucking hips.
"I'm drunk, my reaction time's a little delayed." Heath moved his hand to the left, using it to stroke Justin lazily.
"Shut up and fuck." Justin put a finger to his lips, but shrieked as Heath did just that, flipping them over easily. Justin laid his leg on Heath's shoulder, watching as the West Virginia native turned his head to kiss his calve before holding onto it for leverage to start pounding away. Justin hugged Heath close to his body, dragging his blunt nails down his lover's freckled back, receiving a hiss in his ear.
"You close, baby?"
"Mhmmmm." Justin whined, reaching down to jerk himself off as Heath tried to keep up thrusting and reach down to kiss him inbetween every move of his hips. Justin bit back a loud scream, feeling Heath pulse slowly inside of him. "You howl when you come. If I have to be quiet, so do you."
"Don't ruin the moment, brat." Heath looked into his eyes, gently brushing his teeth over Justin's chin. "I love you." He whispered in the brunette's ear, pulling back to watch his eyes twinkle as they always did when tender words were exchanged.
"I love you, too." Justin groaned, quickly burying his head in Heath's neck to muffle the wail that escaped him as he came all over his own stomach, breathing heavily as he let himself down from his high. Heath soon followed, shoving Justin back down, instead choosing another way to keep himself quiet. Feeling his climax approaching, he bit down on Justin's neck, right under his ear, his teeth crushing deeper as he got closer, Justin gasping sharply, biting down on his knuckle to stay quiet as Heath finally crashed into his own completion, his thrusts slowing then stopping as he tensed up… then within moments, he relaxed again, rolling off of the exhausted man below him, laying on his back tiredly, closing his eyes.
"You're damn good… but you already knew that." Justin propped himself up on his elbow, studying him closely.
"Doesn't mean hearing it does me any harm… over and over and over…" Heath half-assedly chuckled as Justin rested his head on his heaving, sweaty chest. Heath moved his hand up to rest on the back of his boyfriend's head.
"Goodnight, diva."
"Night, babe."
-x-
His head pounding like the dancefloor at the club they'd been in the night before, Heath sat up, rubbing his temples, hearing obnoxious singing coming from the shower. Justin. He pulled the covers off of himself, looking around for his briefs, finding them at the foot of the bed, sliding them on as he stood up. He walked into the bathroom, grabbing his toothbrush. He ran the water and started brushing his teeth, continuing to use a towel to wipe the mirror over as it repeatedly steamed up from Justin's obviously very, hot shower. The water finally stopped and he stepped out, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. Heath rinsed his mouth out as Justin stood next to him, running a hand over his face, discovering he needed to shave. Heath glanced up and nearly choked on his mouthwash as he swished it around, quickly spitting it out, turning to look at Justin, touching a finger to the bright purple, red, and blue mark on his neck.
"Well, certainly did a number on ya last night." Justin sat with a smug look.
"I love it. Mark your property all you want, just do it on Tuesdays, so it'll be gone by the next Monday." He said, walking out of the bathroom and into the suite.
"I love the funny walk, too." He called, following him.
"Fuck you." Justin pulled his jeans over his hips, looking up to see Heath with his knuckle buried in his mouth.
"I refuse to say it. It's too easy." Justin replied by throwing deodorant at him, he fortunately ducked in time. "Should we stop to buy some tampons on the way to the airport?" This time it was a shoe, he missed again. "Maybe some midol, too? I think your hormones are affecting your aim." Justin threw again, it was the other shoe and Heath caught it. "Stick to doing your hair, wearing hot pink button-ups, and wrestling, baby." Justin stuck his middle finger up, walking by him to grab what he'd thrown, before returning it to his suitcase, zipping it up angrily.
"Do we have everything?" He asked, as Heath walked around the bed.
"Got your phone." He picked it up, looking at the screen. "Missed call, they left a voicemail, let's see…"
"Hey!" Justin yelled, reaching for his phone as Heath jumped on top of the bed, playing the voicemail.
"Justin, it's Wade. I don't know what Heath's problem is with me, but he obviously has one, so I figured I'd give you a personal call to tell you how great it is to have you on the team. Heath, too."
"That's mine!" Justin groaned, reaching again, but it was in vain.
"Again, loved the 450, mate. Cheers." Heath shut the phone, laughing obnoxiously.
"It's sooo great to have you on the team." He imitated in a horrible english accent. "Fuck him." He leapt off the bed, grabbing Justin by the neck, kissing him. "You ready to go?" Justin nodded, wide-eyed. "Come on then." Heath made his way for the door. As Justin followed, he was thinking about the other night when Heath accused Wade of wanting to sleep with him. It was hard to tell if he was just being nice and trying to keep him motivated, or if he was just being a secretive jerk. Regardless, he had Heath… and that was all he wanted and needed. Right?
DUN DUN DUN! Totally anti-climatic and uninteresting ending, but if I didn't find a way to end it, it would've gone on forever… and you'll just have to wait for the next chapter to see what happens, won't you? R&R please! J