A Short drabble about some of my favorite men. I know that I said I'd have other story up, but as I was proof reading, I didn't like and started over from scratch. But it shouldn't be too long before it's done an posted. Until then, enjoy!
There had been some growling and then some shoving but finally they'd managed to settle down onto the couch in a way that let them touch without being in each other's space. It was well known that Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre did not get along that well in or out of the ring—despite being a pretty cohesive tagteam in FCW—and there was only one reason that the recuperating Brit and the scowling Scotsman were even tolerating each other's presence. And that reason was Heath Slater. The redhead had managed to get them both wrapped around his finger and before two long the two men were sharing a bed and affections with the outgoing ginger.
Still their tentative silence and truce was shattered by an annoyed sounding "HEY!" coming from the computer in the next room. Wade and Drew shared a look before the two made their way over to open archway that separated the two spaces; each man taking up residence on both sides and leaning against the wall.
"Wot's the matter Red?"
"H-He called me a Diva!"
"Who did Slater?"
"Mike McGillicutty." Heath turned around and faced his two lovers, waving his hand at the frozen pixels on the screen. "Listen to him." Heath turned back around with scowl on his face, rewound the Youtube video and pressed play; Mike's voice coming out loud and clear from the speakers.
"I'd have to go with that one…uhh what's that Diva's name? Uh...Heath Slater. Yeah he's got beautiful red locks that guy…or girl, what is it? Yeah…"
"First I get spit on by Santino's snake on the Super Smackdown Live and then Mike takes that potshot at me."
"First off Slater, never again, and I mean NEVER AGAIN use the phrase you got spit on by Santino's snake. It just sounds dirty and wrong. Two, you've been around Mike, he's trying to get out of the shadow of his father and he's been buried in the back. You've taken off more than he has and he's jealous. " Wade moved over and placed his good arm around Heath's shoulder, pulling him close and threading his fingers in the thick red threads. "And it sounds as if he's coveting something that he shouldn't be. I think I should send McIntyre out to give young Mike a message…"
Drew moved over to the other side and ran his hand up and down Heath's back, bending down and nuzzling Heath behind the ear, nipping the lobe before pulling away and straightening up. "Aye, he's obvious spent a lot o'time watchin' ye Red. Just ignore it, he's a….wot do ye call it…a Slater Hater."
Heath looked up between the men, his hands coming up to rest on their stomachs lightly before moving down to sit about waist level. He grinned deviously before standing and pulling each man close for a heated kiss then pulled away and headed into the kitchen, calling over his shoulder.
"I have brownies boys. Who's up for some sugar?"
Wade and Drew shared another loo before following Heath, a unison "Diva." Mumbled under their breaths.