Heath is sitting in the main locker room, scrolling through twitter, when a rough boot impacts with his foot, causing him to yelp. "Hey! What the-" He shuts up as soon as he sees Wade, standing before him with a brand new merch shirt declaring his intention to announce the latest bad news. "Huh. New merch, eh?" Putting his phone down, he stands up and examines the red lettered shirt.
"What do you think?" Wade asks, tired of getting circled quietly. Heath hums for a moment before stepping closer. "What are you doing?"
"Lemme see..." Impulsively gripping the shirt by the hem and lifting it up over Wade's head, Heath smirks at the look on the taller man's face before pulling it on himself. Wade stares at him, perplexed, until he grins. "Yeah, I like it. It's comfy." He just as quickly takes it off and puts it back on Wade, leaving him thoroughly flabberghasted. "And it looks good on ya."
"You are ridiculous," Is all Wade can think to say, Heath grinning up at him.
"You like that about me," he tells him with a smirk, which falters when he spots the nearest monitor and realizes he's meant to be in the ring, one of HHH's attempts at a backup plan should Batista's match against Roman goes wrong. Which it clearly had. "Ugh, be back later, Brit," he exclaims before dashing out to the ring. Where he's promptly met with a spear and a superman punch.
Wade winces and shakes his head, resting his hand over the logo of his shirt, Heath's scent still noticeable on it. "Bloody ginger," he sighs before going out to collect him at gorilla. He shoos the referees away thoughtlessly, supporting Heath back to the trainer's office himself. "You should've known that wouldn't end well," he mumbles. "But that never really does stop you, does it?" It's ridiculous but he assumes it's something to be proud of too, that no matter how many times Heath gets knocked down, he never stops trying.
While they wait for the trainer, Heath barely with it, Wade rolls his eyes and brushes his bright hair out of his eyes before sitting him up. "Whatta you doin'?" he slurs wearily, clinging to Wade as he pulls his shirt off and puts it on Heath once more.
"You liked it so much, you may as well have it. I can always get another."
Heath blinks at him for a moment before settling back against the cot, splaying his hand out over the soft fabric. "Feels nice," he sighs. "Thanks, Brit."
"You're welcome." Wade shakes his head and leans in, kissing Heath quickly before the trainer finally comes in. "Ridiculous man."
Heath laughs softly, eyes warm with affection and amusement. "Love you too, Brit," he murmurs before they turn to greet the trainer.