Heath can't stop grinning. "We've won two matches in a row!" he exclaims, throwing an arm around Titus, who quickly shrugs him off.
"What the hell is happening?" he mumbles, watching the replay with some awe. "I mean, damn. It's just Superstars and Main Event, but still." He looks over at the ridiculously excited man next to him and shakes his head. "This could really become something? Maybe?"
"See, I told you you'd start to like me!" Heath crows, trying again for a hug but getting stopped short when Titus presses a hand to his face and pushes him away.
"I don't like you, I like winning," Titus mumbles, still looking flummoxed by it all.
Still, Heath is thrilled when he returns home and hugs Boodah as the large dog leaps up to greet him, panting happily. "I think Titus is finally acceptin' me as his partner, boy," he says to the dog, grinning down at him. "Took long enough but I knew I'd win 'im over with enough time." He rubs Boodah's stomach before the dog rolls away and runs off, Heath looking up to find Wade leaning against the nearby doorway. "Hey."
"Hey." Wade waits as Heath gets up and dusts the dog fur off of his hands before drifting towards him, smirking as Heath kisses him lazily. "Have a good week?"
"Mm, and it just keeps gettin' better," Heath muses, kissing Wade once more before pulling away and gripping Wade's good hand, leading him into the living room. As they settle down onto the couch, Heath wrapping Wade's arm around him, Heath props his feet up on the table and sighs. "Did I say thank you for talkin' to Titus for me?"
"Yeah, you did," Wade murmurs, squeezing him tighter.
"Did you see that video I sent you of our titanton?" Heath wonders after a few moments, playing with Wade's fingers. Nothing is said for a few moments and Heath looks back just to find Wade struggling to keep a straight face, Heath smirking as Wade loses the fight, his chuckles vibrating against Heath's back.
"It's so bloody ridiculous," he chortles. "Let me guess you were the mastermind of it?"
Heath makes a face at him before settling back against Wade's chest, curling his fingers around his palm. "So what if I was?" he asks, resting his head against Wade's shoulder. "I'm not sure if they're gonna use it, but maybe if Slater Gator remains a thing long enough."
"I don't see why you wouldn't. Especially now that you're on a winning streak," Wade muses, pressing his cheek against Heath's head. "It would be pointless, even for Titus, to break up something that's working."
Heath smiles and lifts Wade's hand, kissing his palm in a way that he knows tickles him. He chuckles as Wade squirms underneath him, rubbing his stubbly jaw against the sensitive flesh once more.
"I'm going to take it all back if you don't cut that out," Wade rumbles, fighting not to respond to the sensations once more. "Ginger, I swear-"
Heath finally eases off of him and tilts his head to kiss Wade. "You wouldn't do that," he murmurs, eyes gleaming as Wade huffs and kisses back, squeezing Heath's side.
"Hmph," Wade huffs. "Well, I suppose you can't be wrong all the time."
Heath grins up at him before settling back against his chest, warm and happy with pretty much every aspect of his life right now.