WadeBarrett
Thanks for the messages, feels great to experience yet another 29th birthday. #TerminalYoungThing
Heath stares at his phone from where he's laying on the sand, relieved that Wade's birthday fell on a Sunday so he could spend the day with him before flying out for Raw. He sits up and watches as Wade chases Boodah around, throwing sticks at him and trying to get him to chase go into the water. Heath rolls his eyes with a small laugh, finally getting up and dusting some of the sand off of his hands and knees as he walks over to spare his dog from Wade's relentless teasing. Hugging Boodah around the neck, he smirks up at Wade. "I know you're a young thing, but ya gotta bug the poor dog like this?" he teases, running his fingers through Boodah's furry nape.
Wade huffs before tossing the stick once more, looking disappointed when Boodah doesn't respond while Heath's hanging off of him like that. "Let the dog play, ginger. It's not hurting him any. Besides, it's good rehab for me."
Sufficiently guilt tripped, Heath lets Boodah go and huffs at Wade, kneeling back on his heels in the sand. "Ya know if you're perpetually 29, I'm older than you."
Wade stops short at this, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "Maybe physically," he accepts, laughing as Heath tosses sand at his legs.
"Jerk," Heath mumbles, sprawling out in the sand and watching Boodah run around with the stick in his mouth, looking perfectly happy. Heath doesn't move when Wade drops down next to him, wrapping an arm loosely around his midsection. "Either way, you look pretty good for a 29 year old," he mumbles.
Wade chuckles and leans in, kissing his jaw. "And you look good for an old man."
"If you weren't rehabbing, I swear I'd slap ya," Heath grunts, sinking back against the sand and yawning as the sun beats down against them, leaving him sleepy and comfortable with Wade pressed close.
"And I'd probably deserve it," Wade concedes, running his fingertips along Heath's ribs with a chuckle.
They'd ate ice cream and cake earlier in the week to celebrate Heath's success so far with Slater Gator so, come today, they'd opted to go for a nice long swim and to play with Boodah until all of them are exhausted before indulging in more treats, neither exactly wanting to fall into bad habits with their nutrition. As if reading their mind, Boodah runs back up to them and drops the stick by Heath's head, panting as he lays down next to Wade.
"Crazy mutt," Wade mumbles even as he skritches Boodah between the ears.
"You know you love him," Heath says, his eyes closed.
"I suppose I have weird taste because I feel the same way towards his owner," Wade shrugs, peeking over at Heath as he smirks, flushing slightly. "I've always wanted a sugar daddy."
Heath laughs deeply at this, rolling over and cupping Wade's face, kissing him. "Does this make you a kept man or somethin'?"
"...Yes," Wade says after a moment's thought, taking in the considering look crossing Heath's eyes. He smirks and swallows Heath's sigh as he leans in and kisses him hard.
"Well, then, happy birthday to you," Heath murmurs with a grin as bright as the sun overhead.