"Hey, Brit, ya home?" Heath calls out, clearly limping as he makes his way slowly back into the house. "Hey, boy," he greets Boodah, patting the top of his head. "Sorry, I'd play but my leg hurts way too much. Maybe next time."
Boodah whines at him as he pulls away and walks down the hall, the dog's ears drooping before he drops back onto the mat, hopefully nudging at a ball nearby while he waits for his owner to return.
Heath hisses out a breath through his nose, finally making it to the couch and slumping down. His eyes are closed but he can hear and he listens as Wade's office door squeaks open and he makes his way down the hallway, entering the living room. "You're back," he greets him. "What's going on? You're usually all over Boodah for at least twenty minutes when you get home. Instead he's pouting by the door, and you're pouting in here."
Heath shoots him a glance before finishing unlacing his shoes, biting his lip hard as he pulls it off and lays it on the floor, revealing the bruised, swollen nature of his ankle. "That's why," he grunts out, digging his fingers into his eyes as he struggles not to cry out at simply resting his foot against the soft carpeted floor.
"Oh," Wade mumbles, immediately losing his good humor as he looks at what Jack Swagger's done to Heath's ankle. He heads into the kitchen to grab an ice pack and returns, gingerly laying it on Heath's leg before lightly massaging around it, listening to Heath's hissed breaths slowly ease off into faint sighs and exhales. "Feel good?"
"Yeah," he whispers into the cushion, eyes closed as his body melts into the couch cushions. "Dun' stop..."
"I'm not going to," Wade promises, pressing a kiss to the back of his knee and making Heath exhale shakily. "Is it just your ankle?"
"Mm hmm." Wade's fingers press more solidly against the muscle there and Heath moans into the couch as his tension and pain is rubbed away slowly. "Oh man, that feels so good..."
Wade smirks, pressing his fingers as deep as he dares, watching as Heath relaxes, his breathing deep and even. "Are you falling asleep on me, ginger?"
"Mm hmm." Wade's grin grows as he gives his ankle a couple of more pats before kneeling by the couch to look him in the eye. "I love ya, Brit," he murmurs into the cushion, not resisting as Wade shifts him onto his back and brushes some of his hair out of his face.
"Love you too, you ridiculous man," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss him as he dozes off.