"Why does everyone target me in these damn battle royals? Friggin Big Show, man..." Heath demands as he and Wade stumble into their hotel room after Raw that night, Wade also a little beat up after a match against Big E.
"No clue," Wade tells him, slumping down against the bed and rubbing his shoulder briskly. Heath watches him closely as he clicks a lamp on but Wade shakes his head. "I'm fine, ginger. Just sore from all of those suplexes."
"Hm." Heath grunts and walks past him, heading for the desk to slump in the chair there and try to rest for a few minutes... when long fingers tangle in the shredded parts of his shirt, tugging him back. He ends up sprawled across Wade's lap, blinking in confusion while the Brit brushes his fingers over the bare skin visible between the strips of fabric. "Whatcha doin'?" he murmurs, eyes slipping closed as Wade's ministrations sooth him.
"If you go to bed sore, neither of us are going to get any sleep with all of your tossing and turning," Wade says, pushing him onto the bed and applying more pressure while massaging his shoulders down to his back.
"I don't-" his voice fades and drifts into a soft groan as Wade finds a particularly tender spot, rubbing carefully over it as Heath presses his face into the mattress. "Ah, hell," he grunts once his mind stops blanking over the strange barrier between pain and relief. Wade works him over for a few more minutes until he's a ginger puddle against the sheets, barely able to sit up enough to bury his face into the pillows to fall asleep.
"I suppose my work here is done," Wade smirks, turning to shut the lamp back off and grimacing when pain stabs down his shoulder to his spine. As soon as the room's dark, he joins Heath and sighs, snuggling into the other man's warmth... when he abruptly touches Wade's shoulder and lightly rubs it. "Ginger-"
"Shhhh," Heath hisses, timing his strokes with his inhales and exhales. Before long, Wade finds himself emulating his breathing as the tense soreness from his muscles fades away, leaving him slack and sleepy under Heath's fingers.
"Thank you, ginger," he mumbles while on the cusp of falling asleep. He smiles drowsily when Heath kisses his temple.
"Ni-night, Brit."
"G'night."