"Hey, ginger, get up, we're going out," Wade announces, poking Heath in the arm until he stirs and squints up at him. "Come on. Let's go."
"Nnnn... why?" he half-whines. "It's my day off'n'I'm nice and warm... you get back in bed," he says, gripping Wade's good arm and tugging. "Please, Brit, c'mon..." He yawns. "I'll make it worth your while. Later. After s'more sleep." He's sleepy and slurry and it's really tempting just to crawl in and fall back asleep, but Wade's determined to see this through so he slips his hand out of Heath's grip and pulls the sheets off of him, leaving him shuddering against the gust of cold air. "Aw now why'd ya have to go'n'do that!"
"Rehab specialist told me that swimming would help strengthen my arm," Wade tells him, leaning in so their lips are inches apart, rare mischeviousness in his dark blue eyes. "But if you'd rather stay in here and sleep over seeing me all wet in clinging swimming clothes, have it your way." He kisses Heath quickly before pulling away, already heading for where his swim trunks are waiting on a nearby chair.
It takes a minute for his groggy brain to catch up. "That is not fair!" Heath yells after him before getting up with a grumble, kicking the sheets away from where Wade had dropped them on his legs and going to stumble towards the dresser to find his own swim clothes. He's just opened it when he finds the dark red material with white and black swirls waiting for him on top of everything else and he rolls his eyes. "You were plannin' this," he grouses, hoisting the article of clothing up and out before trudging off to collect other pool-side neccessities.
Wade's chuckle is warm and caffeinated and Heath hates him, just a little, grumbling under his breath as he changes into a fresh shirt and shorts until he hands over a cup of coffee and Heath's knees nearly buckle. "Just since this was suggested to me. Swimming... who would've guessed it." He eases Heath towards the car, hand resting on the small of his back. "Come on."
After more coffee and a quick breakfast of eggs and bacon from Denny's, Heath seems more awake, happier. More willing for a day at the water park. He drops everything down on a chair, claiming it for their own, before diving into the nearest section of water, splashing Wade and everyone else in the vicinity. No one seems to mind too much, however, considering their surroundings, and Wade quickly joins him, dunking him under water with his good hand and laughing when Heath resurfaces, looking like a drowned rat. "Dammit, man," he gasps for air.
Wade smirks and leans in to kiss him, just to be stopped short when Heath splashes him liberally, leaving his hair soaked to his skin and his eyes flashing warningly. "Ginger," he says lowly, the only advanced warning Heath gets before Wade swims towards him quickly, causing him to yelp and try to duck away, just to get a mouth full of water and stinging eyes when Wade dunks him once more.
He flails and sputters, spitting out water once Wade lets him back up, glowering across at the man. "You tryin' to drown me?!" he demands, abruptly diving underwater and swimming away from Wade as he treads water, looking around uncomfortably. Before he can figure out a way to escape, something grabs him around the waist and draws him under, a cascade of orange hair surrounding him. Heath smirks at him once he blinks his eyes open, before leaning in and kissing him slowly.
Wade melts into this, forgetting all about the original reason for this trip to the water park, until finally oxygen becomes a necessity and they swim up together, Heath chuckling in the warm sun overhead. "Idiot," Wade tells him, brushing some of his hair off of his skin.
Heath shrugs. "I guess some people find it charmin'." He's not wrong. In an odd, unfathomable way, it can be. Wade shakes his head as Heath kisses him again, lazily pulling away and raising an eyebrow at him. "Well, last I checked, we're not here to spend the whole makin' out so... catch me if you can!" He's off like a dart and Wade curses under his breath, remembering how quick Heath can be when he wants to be, his long gangly limbs sending him off like a dart in the crystal blue water.
"Bullocks," he says, pushing off and chasing after him, carefully dodging people and toys alike as he swims after Heath, eyes gleaming with more happiness than he's felt since the last time he was actually able to wrestle properly.
Rehab... sure. Wade wishes he'd thought of this sooner.