Title: I Want You, I Need You, I Love You

Characters: Jason Jordan and Chad Gable

Disclaimer: Rated M for slash, language, and adult situations!

Summary: "Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you." From strangers, to partners, to friends, and beyond, this is the story of Jason Jordan, and Chad Gable. Slash!

A/N: A good portion of the dialogue in this will be from the actual show, LOL.

Jason Jordan was working out in the Performance Center, as he often was, when the slightly annoying interviewer found him. Although he much rather preferred to focus on his training—especially after the string of losses he'd recently suffered—Jason shrugged and walked over to the intrusive cameras.

"I'm sorry to bother you...but what's going on, man? The Universe wants to know...especially after your fallout with Tye Dillinger. What does the future hold for Jason Jordan?"

Jordan's dark eyes narrowed. "Look, you don't have to worry about me," he began, much more confidently than he felt. "I'm going to be just fine. I've got a game plan. In fact, I've been searching, and I've already found the perfect partner. You know-"

"Perfect partner!" a bright voice interrupted, and the man who had been staring intently at Jordan for several minutes stood suddenly at his side. He was shorter than Jason, almost as short as the man interviewing him, and had medium-length brown hair and pale skin.

"My cauliflower ears are burning...'Cause you have to be talking about me. I'm your man: Chad...Gable."

Every word was accentuated with a smile; and when he announced his name, he produced a small hand-towel, of all the ridiculous things, with his last name emblazoned on it.

'What the actual fuck?' Jason was thinking, as he stared at the strange man with a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

"I hope you've got more than a towel to impress me," Jordan replied in a flat voice. He had serious business to attend to, and now he was being interrupted not just by wandering ring announcers, but random jokers in the training center.

Could things get any worse? Surely his displeasure showed on his face, and he hoped that both men would take the hint and leave him alone.

But the small wrestler wasn't deterred in the slightest.

"C'mon, you know about my wrestling accomplishments," he protested, eyes shining. "State champ, national championships, world medals...dude, I was on the Olympic team! Maybe you've heard of it?!"

"Of course I've heard of the Olympics!"

Chad only smiled in reply, and Jordan groaned internally.

"You know what," he explained, "I've already got a partner. But if I need you, I'll call you. Alright, Cable?"

For the first time since the odd encounter started, Chad's smile faltered.

"Cable? No, no, it's Gable; see? With a 'G.'" He held up the ridiculous towel once more, as an idea seemed to dawn on him suddenly.

"You know what, I've got plenty of these." He tossed it casually to Jason, who caught it with raised eyebrows.

"Keep it."

Jason Jordan watched the strange man—Chad Gable—as he walked away, looking down at the towel and shaking his head.

'I've been so good at avoiding the freaks,' he lamented internally. 'But apparently I've caught the eye of a real weirdo...'

The name on the towel, GABLE, in all capital, bold, lettering slowly began to burn itself into his retinas, and ultimately give him a massive headache.

Sighing aloud, Jordan wiped away the sweat on his muscular arms, and from his face, before tossing the towel onto the ground.

He really had to focus on his work.

((()))

Chad Gable was all smiles as he walked out to his car, an obvious spring in his step the entire time.

After weeks of watching, the opportunity had finally presented itself; and it went even better than it had in his dreams.

The man who had unknowingly stolen his heart was as sweet as Chad thought he'd be. And although this was their first time talking, he knew right away that they were meant to be.

Jason was the One for Chad, and Gable was going to do everything in his power to help his soul mate recognize that.

"Jason Jordan," he whispered, again and again as he drove to his house, until the name had become a song.

"Ja-son...Jor-dan. JJ..."

So it begins! I seriously love these two! I'm becoming obsessed with them, LOL. Also, I would definitely recommend watching NXT if you can! It's a thousand times better than RAW!

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