A/N: Don't own 'em, if I did I wouldn't be writing about them...well maybe I would, my muses would probably be working over time. Reviews are welcome as is constructive criticism but obvious flames will be iggied or used to set Matthew on fire...lol.
Mark's POV
Three days is all that the rookie has been gone, but it seems like a lifetime. At least this time he left us a note saying that he was just taking some time off and that he was at home just relaxing. For what seemed like the tenth time in less than three minutes I took the note out of my pocket and scanned it.
Knuckle Heads;
Don't worry I'm not jumping ship to TNA. I'm just taking some time off that I had stored up. I WILL be back so Mark you can tell Glen to stop worrying about it whenever he starts to become mental about it. I will be able to reached by phone, so please, please go easy on your phone Glen. I don't think that that poor thing can take much more abuse. Anyways I'll be gone for little over a week, and I'm not expecting an answer when I get back. There's no pressure, the old adage holds true in my opinion, if it's meant to be it'll be. If not then it was fun while it lasted. Anyways I'll see you two after I get back.
Justin
I was going to have to have a talk with him about his use of the word knuckle head, but the fact that the kid wasn't putting any pressure on us for an answer had me thinking about his place in my life. Sure I liked the kid, hell I'll admit that I was jealous when it came to anyone else touching him. But love? I wasn't sure that I loved him. The feelings that he stirred in me where just too complex to put into words. Jealously, protectiveness, lust, happiness, peace, fear, anger and whole host of other emotions that I couldn't begin to describe. But I pretty sure that love wasn't among them. I mean I would know love when I felt it...right? Glen on the other hand was head over heels for the boy, it was obvious to anyone that looked at him when they were together.
I folded the letter up and stuck it back in my pocket and walked about the hotel room as I waited for Glen to relinquish control of the bathroom. The flight out had been boring and for some reason Adam hadn't been on the plane. Of course Glen and I did take a slightly earlier flight, but still 90 percent of the roster had been on it with us. And since we didn't have anything to do right a way we decided that we were going to go out and get us a bite to eat. As my mind wandered back over what Adam had told us I felt my blood boil. But just as quickly as it started I pushed it back down. Adam did say that he was standing outside the door when he heard everything, so maybe he just got what he heard mixed up.
"What the hell?! When did I become optimistic? I'm blaming the rookie for this." I thought as I flopped down on the bed. "Come on Glen, I would like to eat sometime tonight." I growled.
"Alright already, lets go." He grumped as he pulled his shirt over his head.
He was still wet from his shower and the shirt clung to his body, enhancing the muscles on his arms. Likewise with his jeans, there were damp spots where they clung tightly to his legs. My mouth ran dry as I watched him move about the room and put his boots on.
"How about we stay in and just order room service instead." I asked as I mentally undressed his tall frame.
"After the fit you threw about not staying in the room the whole time Justins' gone? I don't think so."
"Mmmm. I bet I could change yer mind." I said huskily as I got up and stood behind him, sucking on his neck gently and kneading his muscles.
"Really?" He asked as he leaned in me, allowing me better access to his neck.
"Yup." I started working on his shoulder muscles, loving the way they leaped under my touch.
"Wwwweeellll, maybe. But only on one condition." His sentence ended on a moan when I reached his lower back.
"And what would that be." I licked the shell of his ear and chuckled as he drew in a shaky breath.
Glen moved so that he was looking at me, his eyes dark and his breathing shallow. I groaned at the naked lust on his face and pulled him in for kiss, but he surprised me and pushed me down on the bed, climbing atop me and straddling my hips. He bent his head down and captured my lips, gently at first but then he forced his tongue into my mouth as his hands started fiddling with the fly on my jeans. He moved from my mouth to my neck and I shivered as his tongue danced over my pulse point.
"Glen..." My voice had a pleading quality to it, but I didn't care, I wanted to know his answer.
"What?" His asked as he continued his exploration, only now he was unbuttoning my shirt with his teeth, while his hands had started to skim my jeans down my legs.
"What's the condition?" I gasped out as his took one of my nipples in his mouth and bit lightly.
"You bottom." He said as he leaned back and looked down at me with his trademark smirk.
"No." I shook my head and groaned when he got up and headed over to the door.
"Guess then you'll just have to wait until Justin gets back." Glen said as he headed out the door. "Come on Mark, I'm hungry."
"WHAT! Glen you get back right now." I called as I scrambled off the bed, trying to button my shirt and pull my jeans back up as I followed him out of the room.
