HeyUnfaithful
Heath is waiting in the locker room for him when Wade finally shows up, sweaty but satisfied nonetheless even if he is still pissed about his match being involved in this stupid Heyman-Coulter feud. Whatever, he still won and he gets a chance at the IC title... And Creative still hasn't gotten back to him about whether or not he is going to win it or not. Not that he expects any better; Stephanie McMahon is busy playing Top Bitch in her storyline with Daniel Bryan, and if she has the spotlight, then no one else matters. Probably a good thing she's married to Hunter because he has to be the only one who understands her ego; he has a matching one.
Wade drags his arm across his forehead to wipe the sweat away and is slammed up against the painted concrete wall a breath later when a familiar little ginger launches at him. Experience and quick reflexes allow him to catch Heath under his thighs, allowing the younger man to get his legs wrapped tightly around Wade's hips. Both of them are overheated and sweaty, but the blinding smile on Heath's face is impossible to ignore. By some bloody miracle, Wade finally thinks he found the one who's meant to be with him.
"You were amazing out there," Heath murmurs against his cheek, getting a mouthful of beard in the process but he doesn't seem to much mind. Just like Wade doesn't mind getting a face full of orange hair early in the morning when he first wakes up.
"You were pretty damn good yourself. Beautiful work, that was." Wade tilts his head so he can brush a kiss over Heath's lips, chuckling at the soft giggle he receives in return. The sound warms his heart far more than he will ever admit to. "I'm glad they finally gave you guys a win. I'm bloody tired of listening to everyone talk about how you guys never win. It's not your fault Creative never lets you do anything."
Heath shrugs and tightens his legs around Wade's waist; in response, Wade tightens his grip on Heath's thighs and shifts him up a bit. The chances of him slipping and hitting the floor are all too real considering the fact both of them are slick from sweat. Not that he would ever let Heath fall, not when his little ginger gets bruised up enough in the ring. Especially not after what happened to his back because it ached and throbbed every time he moved for days.
What he wants to do is carry Heath straight to the showers and strip him out of his pants and boots so he can get at bare skin, a proper way to celebrate their dual wins. It's been too long since he had quality time with his boyfriend, especially given how hectic it is working for a company that doesn't seem to care about respecting all of its employees. Wade still finds himself moody and upset when 3MB suffers an embarrassing loss against their opponents.
Fingers tangle in his hair and tug. "Whatever you're thinking about, stop it. Be happy. Smile."
"Mm, you can't tell me what to think and what not to think, you know." But Wade does cast the thoughts away and lean forward so he can give Heath a proper kiss, lingering to revel in the sensation of soft, full lips moving slowly against his own. When he pulls back, Heath pouts up at him. "Stop that. I thought we could share a celebratory shower before we head to the hotel."
"I like being wet and naked with you," Heath mumbles, and several guys in the room groan.
Wade scoffs and rolls his eyes. "He wasn't talking to any of you gits, so shut up, yeah? Or I swear we'll get naked right here and you can watch us fuck up against the wall."
Jinder whirls around to look at them. "Please go to the shower. Do not fuck up against the wall."
"I dunno, Wade. Maybe we should do it." Heath waggles his eyebrows, and someone gags.
"I'm not about to share that much of you, though." Wade pushes off of the wall. "I'm greedy."
Heath giggles again and squirms up against the front of Wade's body. "I'm not complaining."
"Wouldn't do you much good to complain since you're not about to get away from me." Wade plants a kiss on the side of Heath's neck, drinking in the soft moan. "You don't even want to."
The walk to the showers is a short one, but it becomes monumentally more difficult when Heath squirms in earnest, lips trailing fervently along the side of Wade's neck. Sighing softly, he lets his head fall to the side and shifts his hands to Heath's ass, gripping firmly and squeezing until Heath moans in his ear. If only the locker room was empty, because right now stripping down and pinning Heath up against a wall would be much faster than the showers.
"You're going to make me drop you," he says when Heath bites down on the skin over his pulse.
"Drop me and we're not having sex in the shower," Heath threatens, and Wade tightens his grip.
Neither of them are paying much attention when they enter the space; Wade keeps his focus on Heath, setting him on his feet and hurriedly fumbling with his pants. Are trunks really that hard to stick to? He manages to peel them away from smooth, pale legs by kneeling on the floor and sits back on his heels to admire the other man, not missing the flush slowly creeping up Heath's face as he rests his head against the wall, fingers twitching along the waistband of his briefs. Wade licks his lips, leaning back and patting his thigh until Heath props a foot up. With deft fingers, Wade unlaces his boot and tugs it off, followed by his sock, and then does the other.
When he finally gets to take Heath's pants all the way off, he smirks. "You are gorgeous."
"Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere, Wade," Heath mutters, but his flush deepens anyway.
"Oh?" Wade slips a hand between his legs, fingers playing along his inner thigh. "It won't?"
His calluses rasped over the sweaty skin with ease, and he detected the subtle catch in Heath's breathing as his little ginger spread his legs over so invitingly further apart.
He glances up into Heath's face, not surprised to see his eyelids fluttering. "It's getting me here."
"Maybe it'll get you somewhere. Shut up and touch me," Heath whispers, hips swaying slightly.
Demanding. Wade brushes Heath's hands away from his briefs, hooking his fingers beneath the elastic and tugging them down, slowly revealing tantalizing inch after inch of bare skin. He has just as much trouble peeling them off—fucking sweat—but the view is so worth it.
Fevered eyes peer down at him from beneath tangled lashes. "Are you just going to stare?"
"I'm thinking about it," Wade admits, laughing when Heath glares at him. "Let me strip, okay?"
Heath doesn't bother to wait for him, just nods and heads for one of the showerheads at the back of the room and furthest away from the door. Smart boy. Wade also fully enjoys the sight of Heath's ass while he strips out of his trunks and boots, leaving his clothes in a pile next to Heath's. They can collect them on the way out or something. Right now, clothes are the least of his concern and probably the least of Heath's. At least, they better be.
By the time he reaches the opposite side of the room, Heath has one of the showerheads on and is standing beneath the pulsating flood of water, soaked hair sticking to his cheeks, neck, and forehead as he arches beneath the spray. It's hardly fair, that uninterrupted line of pale, flawless skin littered here and there with a love bite or hickey; Wade very much enjoys marking him up, but he tries to be discreet about it and usually saves it for his legs because neither of them are out to the fans—yet. He admires the view for a moment before stepping under the water himself, ducking his head to keep from blinding himself with hot water. The sensation is instantly rewarding; he basks in it for a moment, working some of the tension and soreness from his muscles because wrestling hurts even if it is scripted. Then a warm, slick body presses up against his chest and he forgets for a moment he's even sore at all.
"Cheeky little thing," he murmurs, hands catching Heath around the waist to draw him closer.
Heath smiles shyly, biting the corner of his lip, and nuzzles his face under Wade's jaw; how that is not insanely itchy, Wade doesn't know. "If you didn't secretly get off on it, then I don't think we'd still be together. If you get my meaning."
"Hmm." Wade closes his eyes, tilts his head back. "You make a good point, love."
"I always make good points. You should listen to me more often." Heath stretches up on his toes just slight, lips fleeting teasingly over Wade's before he abruptly steps back, hands sweeping his hair back so it's out of his face and, effectively, out of both of their ways.
Then he pulls Heath back up against his chest and drops a light kiss on his lips, hands mapping out the lines of his back with the addition of the warm water to ease the way down.
His fingers slide over the small of Heath's back, stopping there to keep his boyfriend pinned as he kisses him again, deeper this time. With a gentle nudge, he parts Heath's lips slowly with his tongue, delving into the warm, wet heat and swallowing the soft moan he coaxes from Heath.
It's so easy, kissing him, like a dance he's practiced so many times before he knows it flawlessly. Heath presses up against him, little eager noises rising in his throat and spilling out around their lips as the kiss becomes more frenzied, more passionate. It's been too long for both of them, adrenaline still running high from their wins and ecstatic just to have this time with each other. As soon as they get back to their hotel room, Wade is locking the door and refusing to let Heath leave the room until he's had a chance to thoroughly ravish his little redhead.
"Oh, shit. I didn't realize you two were in here." The voice is swift, sudden, and startling.
Wade pulls back from the kiss, slightly annoyed, and blinks when he realizes Drew is standing not far away with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. It's not hard to see the flash of hurt in his eyes before he averts them; the Scotsman has had a thing for Heath almost since the two of them became friends, and Wade sees it all too well. It's his job, more or less, to notice when other men are looking at his boyfriend, but he can't find it in his heart to be upset with Drew.
"Sorry, Drew. Are we going to be bothering you while you take a shower?" Heath asks softly.
Drew clears his throat and shakes his head, taking a handful of steps back and tilting his head forward so his hair slides over his shoulders and hides his face. "No. I'll take one at the hotel."
"You don't have to wait. We can wait. You need a shower, man." Heath takes a step back, and Wade bites back a curse because yes, they can wait and it would be unfair to kick Drew out of the showers anyway. "Seriously, we can wait and you can take a shower here. You need one."
"I don't know whether to say thank you or ask why you keep telling me I need a shower," Drew mutters, and Heath laughs softly before shooting Wade an apologetic smile. But it's fine, and Wade smiles and nods in return. They can wait, and Drew has just been hurt, after all.
He gestures vaguely to the showerhead next to them. "Go ahead. We'll keep it PG."
Drew glances at him for a moment before nodding and tossing his towel aside, and this time Wade has to avert his eyes because he's seen Drew naked enough to know the view is excellent. But that would be wrong, especially with his boyfriend a mere foot away from him, and even more so because Drew is probably upset and angry and frustrated right now because he's walked in on them multiple times even though the last thing he wants to see is Heath and Wade together.
Wade really wishes he knew how to make Drew feel better; he genuinely likes the guy.
Shrugging at him, Heath steps back under the water with him and they end up borrowing Drew's soap because neither of them thought to bring their own considering the circumstances. Wade catches himself glancing to the right several times, watching Drew furiously scrub at his long hair, then squeeze the excess soap out so it trails in bubbly white trails down his back and chest. It's sad the three of them have this between them—not that Heath knows it's there—because otherwise they would probably be great friends. They like hanging out with each other.
Some of the others have made vague noises about Drew's jealousy being a problem, but Wade can tell it's not something as easy to understand as jealousy. Jealousy is simple; you see someone you want but can't have, and you get angry because you can't have him. You can't angry at him and the person who has him, and it eats away at you inside because you can't have him.
If it was half as easy as that, Wade could take Drew aside and set him straight before he does something stupid and ruins his friendship with Heath in the process of being an idiot.
But Drew is hardly jealous; that is such a small, small part of what flashes through his eyes when he sees them. It's the rest that makes this situation so delicate for all three of them.
"Are we going straight back to the hotel after this?" Heath asks, glancing up at him.
Wade meets his eyes, considers, then shakes his head. "I need to talk to someone first."
"Okay. I'll just pack up in the locker room while you do that." Heath wets his lips, blinking water out of his eyes, and Wade chuckles at him. "Just don't make me wait or I'll ditch you."
"Oh, right. You going to go fuck yourself in our room?" Wade asks.
Heath cocks his head to the side and grins at him. "There's plenty of toys that'll let me do that."
Wade so does not need that image in his mind, but now he has it and he curses Heath mentally as they finally finish rinsing off and shut off their showerhead. Drew is still beneath his, head down, letting the water rain down on him, and Wade thinks about saying something, then thinks better of it. They just need to give Drew a minute, and then Wade can take him aside and talk to him.
He and Heath head back into the locker room, grabbing towels off of the rack as they go and sidling up to their respective lockers to dry off and get dressed to head back to the hotel.
Heath pitches his wet towel at Wade's head with remarkable aim. "Go get our clothes."
Perfect. Wade nods and heads for the shower, not surprised to see Drew standing near the entrance to the shower, his towel back around his waist as he dries his hair. His eyes skip over Wade before fixing on the floor, which is fine for right this moment because Wade does need to pick up the clothes. He shakes them out and semi-folds them, layering them over one arm and gathering up their boots before walking right up to Drew to stand in front of him.
Uncertain brown eyes slowly lift to meet his. "How can I help you, Wade?"
"I'm not blind, you know. I see the way you look at Heath." Wade pitches his voice low.
"I'm sorry." It comes out so quickly, and then Drew sinks his teeth into his lower lip so hard Wade expects it to start bleeding before he speaks again. "I shouldn't. I know. I'm sorry."
Well, at least he has a conscience enough to know he's in the wrong. "I know you are, but I'm still going to ask you anyway. What exactly do you feel for him? Is it just lust, or..?"
"What? No. No, it's not just that." Drew pitches his towel toward the laundry bag.
"Didn't think it was." Wade studies his feet for a moment, then straightens and takes a step closer. "Is this just a crush, or do you have actual, deep feelings for him?"
"The second one." Drew scrubs a hand over his face and falls back against the wall, hair dry enough to slither over his shoulders and throw his face into shadow again. When he looks up, his eyes are dark, tortured. "I'm not going to do anything, I swear. I know he loves you."
Wade nods slowly, weighing the words for a moment. "I love him, too, Drew."
Drew nods and twists away for a moment, and Wade's eyes skip over his body with much more interest than before. Even though Drew is easily one of the better wrestlers in the company, his issues with Tiffany landed him pretty damn low on the food chain, too. He's so sure of himself in the ring, from the way he moves to the way he plays his attitude, and it's a shame they decided to fuck him over when they were fucking over everyone else. He deserves more from them.
"And that's why I came over here to talk to you," Wade adds when Drew remains silent.
"What? Why?" Drew frowns at him, brows furrowing as he tries to make sense of the words, and Wade lets him try to work it out. "I don't get it. What does that have to do with me?"
Tricky question. "Your feelings for Heath aren't going to just go away, are they?"
"If I could make them, I would've already done that. So, no." Drew shrugs, shakes his head.
Yeah, Wade was expecting that answer and having it makes life just a little bit easier. He leans back against the wall and watches Drew for a moment, not sure how to phrase his next words but knowing he needs to because he wants this to work out for all three of them, and it just might.
"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?" Drew asks after a moment, and Wade laughs softly to himself and runs a hand through his hair, almost dropping their clothes in the process.
"That wasn't the plan, no." He shifts forward again, glancing around to make sure no one is listening before he lowers his voice once again. "I had something personal to ask you."
Drew shoots him a puzzled look, then flinches away as his face twists. "If you ask me to leave him alone... I can't. He's at least my best friend and I can't lose that, Wade. I can't."
"What? No. That's not what I'm asking." Wade widens his eyes; that suggestion is just... Cruel.
But he does know it's happened in the past; he knows when people date inside of the company, there can be drama resulting from the couples and the friends they have. Too many times feelings have been hurt because of simple misunderstandings, and he does not want this to be one of those. He has seen too many people hurt over problems that should not have been problems in the first place. When he started dating Heath, he well understood that even if Drew did care about him, there would be no way Wade would try to step in the break up their bond.
"Then what did you come here to ask me?" Drew asks, crossing his arms over his chest and shivering slightly, goose bumps rising on his damp and probably now far too cold skin.
It's a simple enough question, but in the grand scheme of things, this has the very real chance of messing up his relationship with Heath if it doesn't go off without a hitch. It's not that he wants to risk his relationship, but he knows that Drew cares about Heath far more than a friend should, and if Heath knew about it... He would want to do something because it was just the kind of person he was. But he doesn't know; Wade does. And Wade isn't run to rat people out, so he needs to be the one to handle this and make the suggestion if only because his boyfriend hasn't noticed the very real affection Drew has for him.
All they have to do is get from this point to the next and Wade is confident enough to believe they can do that. He knows Heath well enough to know he will at least be open to trying it, if not taking it beyond tonight, and Drew wants Heath enough that he'll probably agree without hesitance. Wade just wants Heath to be happy, and making Drew happy just happens to be a bonus. Plus, he knows Drew, talks to Drew, spends time with Drew and cares about him as at least a friend, if not more. And maybe this has a snowball's chance in hell of working.
"I came here to ask you to come back to the hotel with us tonight," Wade admits.
Author's Note: This story is part of the 1000 Prompts Tumblr Challenge. Prompt for this chapter: 346. So I'll devise a plan.