Heath blinks groggily the day after the Tool concert, yawning and squirming around under the sheets, enjoying the rasp of soft fabric against his feet. He stares at the clock for a moment before sitting up, suddenly panicked. He's just leapt out of bed, collecting his clothes and making a mad dash for the bathroom when he spots Wade, standing against the wall and staring at him with his arms crossed over his chest. "Brit, what the hell! I'm gonna be late to arrive at the arena for Main Event," he moans, struggling to not trip over various things scattered over the floor. "Why didn't ya wake me up?!"

"Because," he drawls back lazily, pulling away from the wall and walking up to him, cupping his face and stopping his desperate attempt at getting dressed, getting his things together, getting out of the door in one piece. "You're not going to Main Event today, Ginger."

"But 3MB has a match, 'n' I hafta-"

"3MB has nothing," Wade says patiently. "McIntyre and Mahal have a match, you are staying with me today." Heath looks equally hilarious and cute, though Wade would never admit such a thing aloud, his mouth opening and closing in confusion as they stare at each other. "Alright?"

"I don't understand-"

"Nothing new there," he says, ignoring Heath's angered huff as he catches his hand and pulls him out of their room and through the halls of the hotel until they reach the elevator, riding it down to the main floor quietly.

Heath's eyes are still dark with confusion as he walks side by side with Wade to a conference room. "Brit, seriously, I don't understand any'o'this," he insists. "Tell me what's goin' on, or-" He falls silent as Wade unlocks the door, pushing him inside as soon as it's opened far enough. "For ffff-" He quiets abruptly, eyes wide when he stares at what's waiting for him. "... Whoa," he mumbles. Instruments are set up around the room, drums and guitars, even a set of bongos. "Brit, what is going on?"

Wade chuckles at the look on his face, standing behind him as he takes it all in. "I understand that you enjoyed Tool last night, but I wondered how you would feel if I introduced a somewhat different style of live music into your life." It clicks with Heath then, kind of hard not to, what with the large STONE ROSES logo on the side of the drums, and he gapes. "When you told me about Tool scheduling a private concert for you all, I decided to pull a few favors and put this together." His hand is warm on Heath's side as he leads him over to a cushy couch, settling down on it and pulling Heath next to him. "I've had to miss out on quite a few Stone Roses concerts over the years, so this seemed even more worthwhile to work out."

Heath still seems floored by all of it, speechless even, and Wade laughs, leaning over to kiss him. This revives him as he gapes at Wade. "I can't believe you did all'a this. It's too much, Wade- prolly cost so much-"

"I said I had some favors to pull," he reminds him, stroking his side as Heath closes his eyes and rests against Wade. "Don't worry about it. Besides, as I said, had to introduce you to some proper music."

"Man, you gotta stop dissing Tool," Heath insists off of a laugh. Wade shakes his head, quieting Heath with another slow, lingering kiss until the band comes out, greeting them before getting into position with their instruments and beginning to play, filling the empty conference room with their music. It's a different style of music for Heath, but he's always been open to all kinds of genres and it's easy to tell when he starts getting into The Stone Roses, his eyes gleaming as he marks the notes against Wade's shirt and mouths the lyrics enthusiastically. He may not have the best voice but he'd always had his own little rhythm and it makes Wade appreciate his love of music... anything that could bring that look of pure happiness on his face is more than worthwhile in Wade's opinion.

Before long, Heath is leaning against Wade's chest, their hands interlaced over Heath's midsection, eyes locked on the band, when Wade leans in during one of his favorite songs- personally selected- and whispers into Heath's ear. "I love you," he whispers, unsure that he'd even been heard until Heath tilts his head and catches Wade in a warm kiss.

"I love you too, Brit," he whispers back between songs, tugging on his fingers lightly. "But I get the feelin' Drew'n'Jinder are gonna kill me for missin' their match tonight."

"Oh well, their loss," he responds, ignoring the not-so-pleased tweet from Drew directed at him already sitting on his phone, waiting to be responded to. "You're happy to be here with me, aren't you?"

"Of course I am," he sighs, settling back in Wade's arms as the band resumes playing. "I can't believe you put this together for me."

Wade merely smiles, fully aware that he'd do this and much more to make Heath happy.