Justin Gabriel & Bryan Danielson-In the Doghouse
After seeing Bryan eliminate Justin at the rumble I just knew that this story had to be written. So please enjoy my boys, no bashing please :D
Bryan Danielson's first rumble was a success. He eliminated two people. One of them being his boyfriend, Justin Gabriel. He knew Justin would be pissed, but he had to understand that in the Royal Rumble you put your relationships and friendships aside to try and win the grand prize. And even though Bryan didn't win he was still pretty happy about doing that well.
Bryan walked into his locker room. There was a note on his bag.
Bryan,
I will not be talking to you for the rest of the month. Just know that you have caused this and petty words won't make me change my mind.
Justin.
Bryan furrowed his brows, "What the hell?"
Bryan walked out of his locker room to the Corre's. At the moment the only two inside were Justin and Heath. Bryan walked in and pulled out the note. "What in the world is this, Justin?"
Justin didn't answer Bryan. He didn't even look at him.
"Gabriel."
Nothing.
"Angel." Bryan was getting a little annoyed.
Justin still said nothing.
"Damn it, Paul answer me!" Bryan stamped his foot like a child.
Justin finally looked at him, "You want to know what that is?"
"No, I'm talking to myself." Bryan said sarcastically.
"Fok jou." Justin spat in his native language. Bryan got the message and crumpled up the note. He threw it down in front of Justin and walked out.
At The Bar
Bryan sat by himself nursing a beer in the back of the bar. He was still pissed at the way Justin was acting. So Bryan eliminated him, so what. Shit happens in the Royal Rumble. Did Justin expect Bryan to just hop over the top ropes for him? The thought that he did pissed Bryan off all the more.
"Hey."
Bryan looked up and saw Adam Copeland, known to most as Edge. Bryan sighed, "Hey, Adam."
"What's up, champ?" Adam sat down across from Bryan.
"Justin's mad at me for eliminating him."
Adam smiled, "I've been in that dog house before."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Last year when I won it I had to throw out Chris." Adam nodded.
"Was Chris mad?"
"He was pissed, but I think he got over it quickly because I was back finally, but he cussed me out after we got in the locker room." Adam laughed at the memory.
"But he understood why you did it."
"Of course he did. He said he would have done the same damn thing if he had been in my place. I'm sure if Justin was you he would have eliminated you just as fast as you threw him out."
Bryan nodded. The Corre walked into the bar. Bryan stood up, "Thanks, Adam. I need to go talk to Justin."
"Go on, man. Get out of the doghouse." Adam smiled. Bryan nodded again and walked off towards Justin. Adam shook his head. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He didn't need to look to know who it was. He felt lips on his neck now. The stubble on the other's face gave him chills. "When was the last time you shaved, Chris?"
"Yesterday." Chris Jericho answered. He pulled Adam's chair out and sat down in his lap. Adam pulled his head in close and pressed their lips together. Chris smiled and wrapped his arms around Adam's neck.
Bryan walked over to Justin and tapped his shoulder, "Dance with me?"
Justin sighed then nodded. Bryan took his hand and led him to the middle of the dance floor. He leaned his head on Justin's shoulder. Justin leaned his chin on Bryan's head. They stayed like that for a long time. Neither speaking until Bryan pulled away and bumped Justin's forehead with his own, "Sorry."
"I am too." Justin nodded, "I was just so angry."
"I understand, babe."
"You could have at least helped me eliminate Punk." Justin smiled.
Bryan chuckled and nodded, "True."
Justin leaned forward and pressed his lips to Bryan's. Bryan wrapped his arms around Justin and held him there. In that moment they both realized they'd be just fine until the rumble came back around.
~End~
