Heath yawned and arched his back, stretching. He went to rub his eyes but found one arm caught. He blinked a few times, eyes pulling into focus as he stared down at Justin whose head still rested on his chest. Heath's arm was caught under Justin as he'd been holding the smaller close to him in his sleep.

Heath can't tear his eyes off of his friend. As cheesy as it sounds, he thinks Justin looks perfect; like something straight out of movie. His face is set on a content expression and his hair is a mess, some of it sticking up while other parts have fallen into his eyes. He watches as the strands sway slightly from the breaths that fall from Justin's slightly ajar mouth. Heath is sure he's never seen someone look so innocent and so beautiful. He looks absolutely peaceful as he sleeps soundly.

After finally tearing his eyes away he's not sure what to do; should he wake his friend up? Or try to sneak out of bed and let him sleep more? Heath frowns and sighs. Given the current situation things like this shouldn't be important. He should be more worried about the fact that he fucked his best friend last night, the same best friend that happens to be a guy. He had no idea what last night even meant. He was sure he wasn't gay. He liked girls, he dated girls, and he slept with girls. Justin was the first guy he'd ever felt any sort of serious attraction to and the first guy he ever slept with. He wasn't sure what to feel or believe. If he wasn't gay, why did he do what he did last night? He had the opportunity to take a girl back to the hotel last night but he hadn't. He'd been more concerned with getting back here to see Justin. So he came back alone instead and slept with…

He couldn't even get himself to admit it.

Heath slid out of bed and gave Justin one last look before escaping to the bathroom to shower.

Justin makes a soft noise as he wakes up and rubs his eyes. He pushes his hair out of his face and props himself up on his elbows. He's alone but the bed is so warm, it doesn't make much sense to his groggy, sleep-cluttered mind. As he stretches a pain shoot up his back and everything from last night floods back to him. His lower back aches and when he moves the blankets he discovers that there's still dried come on his stomach. He picks at is as his face contorts in disgust. When he realizes that the shower is running he slowly pulls himself out of bed and limps to the bathroom door.

Hesitating outside it, he's not sure what to do. Is supposed to knock or can he just walk in? After a few moments of debating inside his head he opts for the latter choice and opens the door. He tries to close it as quietly as possible before pulling back the shower curtain and climbing in behind Heath.

Justin wraps his arms around Heath's waist, his fingers brushing the skin softly as he rests his head on Heath's shoulder.

"G-morning," he yawns and smiles softly, "Sleep well?"

Heath shivers despite the hot temperature of the water when Justin's breath his neck. Justin's accent is thick in the morning, laced with sleep. It'll lessen when the South African is more awake. Heath tries to ignore the part of him that wishes it would never go away, the part of him that finds the accent endearing and sexy at the same time.

"Yeah," is all Heath can mutter in response, "What about you?"

"Like a rock. I haven't slept straight through the night like that in weeks," Justin can't help but grin, "You wore me out, Mr. Slater" he adds with a mischievous tone.

"Oh…yeah?" Heath's trembling on the inside but he holds his composure. All he can hear in his ears is Justin moaning his name. All he can see behind his eyes is his friend spread out on the bed for him. It's driving him crazy but he hides it well.

"Yeah," Justin confirms and places soft kisses to Heath's neck and shoulders, "You were…it was…" he pauses and searches his mind for what he's trying to say, "I liked it," he settles on, "A lot."

Heath can only nod in response as he contemplates lying to his friend and making up from false claim about not remembering much. Maybe telling him that he stopped by the hotel bar with Barrett before he came upstairs but he dismisses it. Justin would've been able to tell if he was drunk and he would've smelt alcohol on him.

"Well…I was just finishing up so it's all yours," Heath says as he pulls away from Justin, "We're meeting downstairs for breakfast. I'll let 'um know that you're gunna be a little late."

"Oh…oh, alright," Justin nods and scratches the back of his head, completely dumbfounded by what just happened as he watches Heath step out. What had he done wrong? Was it something he said?

He can't stop the questions racing through his head as he washes up. He should've known Heath wouldn't actually want him. He was an idiot to get his hopes up like that. It was obvious, right in front of his face and yet he still managed to miss it.

After dressing and packing Justin limped down the hall to the elevator. He tried to hide as he walked across the lobby to the dinning room. Not even half a bottle of ibuprofen can mask the pain in his step as he approaches his table of friends. Heath had really given it to him last night but Justin didn't regret it. Not one bit.

"Why're you limping?" Wade fires at him before he's even sitting, "Don't tell me you're hurt. TLC is on Sunday. You need to win the tag team title back with Slater!"

"I tripped and fell down the stairs. I'll be fine though, thanks for asking," he shoots back the last part sarcastically as he lies through his teeth.

Barrett ignores Justin's tone, "I just saw you come off the elevator," he narrows his eyes as he studies Justin across the table.

"Last night, not right now. I tripped and fell backwards down a couple stairs. I'll be fine for Sunday though. No worries," Justin says before getting up and limping to the buffet line.

Heath feels so guilty as he watches his friend struggle to get around. He knows it's his fault, he should've been more careful or something. He wants to help Justin but he can't, not with everyone around and definitely not after the way he blew him off in the shower this morning.

"Heath!"

The ginger's head snaps back to meet Wade's intimidating glare, "Have you heard a thing I said you bloody idiot?"

"No..sorry. I'm still half-asleep," he lies and looks down at his plate as he begins to pick at his food.

"I said you and Gabriel better get your shit together. We need this win on Sunday. I'm going to send Husky and McGullicutty out there with you guys."

"We don't need them. We're fine on our own," Heath defends, pissed that Barrett wants to send them out with guard dogs, "Besides, one of 'um will probably manage to fuck it up for us anyway!"

"They're going with you. That's final! I'm not having a repeat of last time if someone tries to interfere and make us all look like incompetent children in the ring," Wade snaps.

Wade fills Justin in when the other finally sits down with a plate of food. Justin doesn't respond to the other with more than a small nod and he refuses to look at one.

Neither man is really sure how they're going to fight together successfully on Sunday. Not with all the tension between them right no.

As days go by things don't get any better. They've hardly talked and Heath starts rooming with Maryse so he can completely avoid Justin. Heath's pretty sure she doesn't even like him but as of late her and DiBiase have been so back and forth with their relationship that she's probably just using him to fuck with Ted. But Heath can't be bothered to care. She's hot and she's sleeping with him.

He won't go all the way with her though, not yet anyway. She doesn't stop pushing for it though, cursing him out in French until he does something for her, whether it's going down on her or fingering her or even just making out. She craves the fuel to make her boyfriend (ex? She's not even sure they're still together) jealous and make sure he knows his place. She has men jumping at her left and right but she picked him. He should be grateful.

One night when they're lying in bed making out causally with the T.V humming softly in the background, she changes things up. She ends up straddling him, trying to take control of the situation. Heath doesn't like not being in control but he doesn't complain when she goes down on him. She's good, he'll give her that, but not nearly as good as Justin was.

After he comes, fingers gripped in her hair, he sighs and relaxes into the mattress, body and mind both numb from the release. He watches with half lidded eyes as she spits out his seed. He bets Justin would've swallowed what he'd been given. The thought turns him on all over again and he groans softly.

"You're already ready for round two?" she whispers seductively in her accent as she strips and then crawls up the bed. He known's what she wants but he's not going to give it to her.

Instead she ends up on her back with his tongue and fingers working her over and making her come undone.

"You're so good with that mouth," she says with a blissful smile, moving to rest her head on Heath's chest as he pulls the blankets over them. His fingers play in her long, blonde hair just to busy himself.

She scratches at his chest lightly and mumbles some things in French. He doesn't acknowledge it though and instead sighs as his eyes slip shut. He's wishing desperately for sleep to overcome him.

"Heath? Are you asleep?"

"No," he mutters, "But I'm trying to. I have to get up early to train tomorrow."

"But bébé," she whines, "I want you."

"You just had me…"

"No Heath…I want you," she emphasizes the last part as she reaches down and palms his clothed crotch.

"Stop it," he mutters and pushes her hand away, "I'm not in the mood."

Frankly, it just seems pathetic the way she's been throwing herself at him. He can see right through her, she doesn't actually want to be here with him. It's all act to use against her boyfriend and it's starting to make him a little sick.

"I'll ride you," she whispers, breath hot on his ear, "You don't even have to do anything but just lay there."

"I have to get up early tomorrow," he tells her again, "And I'm exhausted. Just drop it, alright?"

"No! It's not alright. God, you're ridiculous!" Suddenly, she switches languages on him and Heath just rolls his eyes, "C'est une plaisanterie! Je me suis lancé sur vous et vous ne me prendrez pas même! Vous savez que vous n'êtes pas même que le bon regard! Je pourrais faire la voie mieux que vous! Baisez-le! Je vous veux d'ici, vous avez inutile!"

She gets up and throws his clothes at him before throwing the rest of his shit in his bag. He dresses and takes his bag as she practically pushes him out the door.

The door is slammed in his face and he stares at it for a moment before looking around the hall. When he looks to his left he can see Justin at the far end of the hall, stopped and staring.

Heath immediately turns and goes in the other direction. He ends up spending the night roomed with David and Wade. He sleeps fitfully on the uncomfortable couch and despises morning when it finally comes.

He's beyond exhausted as he makes his way to the gym he and Justin are set to train at. Wade has them working together, just the two of them. They're supposed to be working out what moves to use at the next match.

The room they're in is nothing more but a space with a ring in the middle. It's private, separated from the main room where there's two more rings and work out equipment. Wade said he didn't want them to be distracted and that they weren't allowed to come back until they were sure they'd win.

Heath sets his bag down on the floor by the ring and gets in, stretching, as he waits for Justin to arrive.

A few minutes later the South African walks into the room and closes the door behind him. Heath can't help but stare. Justin is in a terrible mood, he can just by looking at the man, and he's not surprised. Heath wants to be here just about as much as Justin does. Both would rather just stay away from each other and avoid the awkward tension as best as possible.

Justin doesn't waste time, climbing into the ring and silently stretching. When he's done it's a stare down as they move around the ring in a slow circle. Neither says a word as they hold gazes. Justin is the first to make a move, lunging at Heath and taking him to the ground in one easy movement.

They roll across the mat, grappling and fighting for the upper hand. Heath ends up on top and tries to catch Justin in a STF hold. With his body on top of Justin's there are so many dirty things dancing about his head. His hips jerk against Justin who lets out a soft moan. While most would think it's because of the position Heath's got Justin in, they both really know why he's made the sound.

"You like that? Huh? You like me on top of you?" Heath sounds exactly like he did the first night and it sets off a fire in Justin's chest.

The anger and adrenalin help him to escape the move and get Heath to his feet. After Justin delivers a brutal superkick to Heath's jaw he pounces on him, catching him in a camel clutch. Heath groans and tries to fight out but Justin's got him tight.

"You really think you have any right to be asking me those kinds of things Slater?" Justin growls and pulls the move tighter, "After you blew me off and spent the entire week fucking around with some tramp. You think you can just come back and come onto me? Well, I've got news for you," he jerks Heath's head up and catches the pained noise the other lets out, "You can't."

And with that, Justin drops him and gets up. Round one is over and Justin knows he's one that one. Anyone would've tapped in that hold.

Heath pulls himself up and tries to look like he's quickly recovered. He isn't going to let Justin push him around like that because goddammit, he's Heath Slater and he's a better wrestler than Justin. Okay…so that last part probably isn't true but they're at least on the same level.

This time Heath doesn't give Justin any warning. As soon as the younger turns around Heath is on him, punching him and then giving him an Irish whip into the corner for the ring. Justin hits the turnbuckles with a thud and he feels like the wind has been knocked out of him. He doesn't even have time to recover before Heath is on him again, his knee connecting with Justin's stomach a few times before he delivers an uppercut. Heath Irish whips Justin across the ring again but this time Justin stops himself, grabbing the ropes and hoisting himself up. He's up and over Heath, who'd been running after him, and lands on his feet with Heath's back to him. When He goes for another superkick though, Heath catches his foot this time and Justin's thrown to the ground. Heath gets a small running start before giving a big splash to Justin who lets out an "umph!" as Heath lands on him. Heath pulls Justin into a pin, hooking his legs and holding down his shoulders as he dips so that his mouth is dangerously close to Justin's ear.

"I never slept with her," his voice on Justin's ear freezes the others struggling.

"Liar," Justin growls as he quickly regains his composure and fights free.

They're both up on their feet, circling each other again. They glare harshly and Justin's lip curled up, teeth barred as he's ready for the attack.

"Whatever you say, queer," Heath's doing it again. He can't stop himself, "I don't have to explain myself to you fagot. You're just upset that I wanted her pussy and not your ass."

"Don't be so full of yourself. You weren't that good," Justin shoots back.

"The noises you made when I fucked you beg to differ Gabriel. Admit it, you loved every second of it. You were begging me for it. "Oh Heath! Harder! Fuck me harder! Faster! Please!" " Heath mocks him, in a completely different mindset as they keep moving around the ring. He can hear Justin growl in frustration and he just smirks wickedly. Something about the way Justin acts when Heath's mean to him turns Heath on more than he thought possible. It pushes him to continue to mock the smaller athlete until Justin is charging at him again.

Heath's ready for it though and he catches Justin with an Elbow Smash to the side of the head. Justin falls almost immediately, cursing as he grabs the side of his head and curls up.

"You fucker!" he spits and tries to roll away but Heath grabs him by the hair and tugs him to his feet. Heath gives him a quick forehand chop and the sound reverberates off the walls of the room as Justin gives a small yelp and arches his back, chest burning. He Irish whips Justin the corner and runs at him, hitting him hard with a corner clothesline followed by a few turnbuckle thrusts, his shoulder driving into Justin's midsection.

When Heath pulls back Justin is gasping, trying to catch his breath but the wind has been knocked clean out of him. The ropes are about the only thing holding him up at this point but Heath doesn't hesitate. He climbs to the second rope and delivers a few mounted punches.

When he lets up and hops off the ropes Justin is slumped back, head lulling to the side. All Heath can think about is ravaging Justin's worn body. Heath is panting, hungry for the other as he clenches his fists, his whole body tensing. He's poised, ready for the attack and as soon as Justin shows any kind of movement, lifting his head and looking at the other, Heath rushes him, fingers fisting in Justin's hair roughly as he closes in and connects their lips in a nearly violent way.

He tugs on Justin's hair to make him gasp and pushes his tongue inside. Justin tries to fight it and act like he doesn't want it but the way his hips push towards Heath's tells Heath otherwise so he doesn't let up. He lets his lips drop to Justin's neck, sucking, licking and biting the sweat salty skin. Justin's whole body breaks out in goosebumps and he moans softly. He has no idea what's going on but he likes it so he's not complaining as Heath Grabs his legs and hooks his knees over either side of the second rope. Justin's back is still pressed against the turnbuckles as he's spread open for Heath, both still clad in their now constricting trunks.

Justin grips the top rope as Heath grinds into him and bites the sensitive skin behind his ear. He arches and his knuckles are nearly turning white as he tosses his head and moans. The noises Justin is making are driving Heath crazy. He sucks on two fingers and pushes Justin's trunks aside, too frantic to even take them off him. It's a quick and hasty stretch, barely ever getting Justin ready before Heath is tugging his trunks down to about mid thigh and spitting in his hand, coating himself and pushing Justin's trunks aside again before pushing in.

Justin gasps at the intrusion and squeezes his eyes shut. He tries to will his body to relax but Heath hardly gives him time to adjust before he's building a steady rhythm. His back is shoved repeatedly into the turnbuckles but he can't be bothered to care when Heath finally angles right and hits that sweet spot.

The moans Justin lets rip are music to Heath's ears and he starts whispering dirty things in the South African's ear, coaxing the noises out of him so he can paint the air with it.

Justin squirms. He wants to touch himself but he knows it he lets go of the ropes he won't be able to stay up properly.

"Touch me!" he gasps, "Please Heath! F-fuck please!" He knows he's begging but he can't be bothered to care. He's still trapped in his trucks and it's driving him mad.

"You sound like such a little slut Angel," Heath growls against his ear as he lets a hand slip from Justin's hip to his thigh, caressing the skin before raising his hand and smacking it roughly. Justin moans happily at the stinging touch mixing with the pleasure he's feeling and Heath does it again just to watch the way the man's face contorts.

He lets his hand slip to palm Justin through his trunks and cause the smaller's hips to buck up.

"Getting' close?" Heath rocks his hips harder into Justin who just whimpers a reply, "Gonna come for me? Ruin your little trunks? You're gonna have to walk all the way to the locker room in soiled panties-"

"Panties? Don't talk to me like I'm a fucking girl Slater," Justin shoots at him and bucks to Heath's hand. Heath flushes but Justin just blames it on how insanely hot it suddenly feels in here.

"Shut up," Heath spits and slaps Justin thigh again. He sort of feels like everything is slipping away now, the heat of the moment is fizzling because he slipped up. But he can't help that he's used to fucking girls. He pushes it all away when he feels Justin tighten around him. He palms him again, mumbling about how he wants to see Justin come in his trunks.

"C'mon Angel," he mutters, "You gonna come for me?" Heath moves harder and faster and Justin can only nod as he throws his head back and moans Heath's name rather loudly. He gasps and trembles as his body lets go and he comes completely undone, knuckles white and hands cramping from how tight he's holding the ropes.

It doesn't take much more for Heath to follow and spill inside the other. He falls forward, head on Justin's shoulder. Both are breathing heavily as they come down from their thighs.

When Heath finally pulls back he fixes his trunks before untangling Justin from the ropes and setting the high-flyer on his feet.

"I hope you're not planning on getting anymore practice out of me," Justin says and he can't meet Heath's eyes. He just knows that Heath is going to blow him off again now that he's gotten what he wants.

"No way man. Too tired," Heath says and slides out of the ring, "I figured…"he starts as Justin climbs out of the ring, a little shakey on his legs, "That we could go get cleaned up and grab a bite to eat."

Justin is almost knocked over the words, shocked, but he tries to keep his composure. "Uhh yeah sure…but could we get room service? I'm not much up going out after…that."

Heath just nods and picks up his and Justin's bag. Justin limps across the gym, lucky it could look like he just got his assed whooped and not fucked since this is wrestling after all.

Once inside the empty locker room they make a beeline for the showers. Justin can't wait to escape his come covered trunks. It's getting cold, sticky and uncomfortable.

"Wait," Heath grabs Justin before he can tug the trunk off and catches him in a kiss as he slowly slides his hand between fabric and skin. When he pulls his soiled fingers out he runs them down Gabriel's chest who shivers in response.

"So fucking sexy," Heath mutters, his voice barely audible. He grins and turns to fix the water temperature before tugging all his ear off. Justin follows suit and Heath pulls him under the stream. Justin is limping pretty badly already and Heath can't help but feel guilty. He massages Justin's hips who leans back into him and lets out a contented sigh.

Heath can't deny that he likes this. He likes it a lot actually. It makes him feel stronger, warmer and happier as he supports Justin, the high-flier smiling to himself. This is just what he wanted the last time. He wanted Heath to hold him, to give him something more intimate than a quick, rough fuck and that's what he was getting.

"Sorry I hurt you," Heath whispers but Justin dismisses him with a small wave of his hand.

He frown when Heath pushes him to stand on his own but his smile returns when he feels fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp as Heath shampoos his hair and then moves to wash his body.

Heath just wants to touch the other all over, anywhere his fingers can reach. He turns Justin around to wash down his front and he's met with a soft kiss from the other. It's nothing like any other kiss they've shared. It's closed mouth and simple. Heath blushes a dark shade of red before he goes back to soft scrubbing with the bar of soap.

When Justin tries to help Heath though he's pushed away.

"Go dry off and get dressed. There's ibuprofen in my bag. Take some," It's Heath's turn to make Justin blush with a kiss and it's like they're kids all over again what with how new this all feels and everything.

Justin walks away and can't help but touch his lips softly and smile.

When they get inside the rental Justin grabs Heath's hand. It's inconspicuous enough. No on can see their hands inside the car so they don't worry about it. Every now and then Heath gives Justin a reassuring squeeze because honestly, being this happy made him feel like he's dreaming so Heath imagines Justin must feel at least a bit the same way.

They drop hands after Heath parks the car and get out. When they get inside the hotel Justin takes both bags since he's going straight up to the room to lay down and try to take some pressure off his back.

"I'm gonna stop at the bar and get us drinks and put in our order. I'll be up in a few minutes alright?" Heath smiles fondly at Justin who is smiling brightly back. Heath gives a quick look around before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Justin's forehead, "I won't be long and you can have that massage I promised you as soon as I come up. We'll ice it and heat pack it to. I'll take good care of you, I promise."

Justin nods and he looks absolutely blissful as he turns and gets onto the elevator.

Heath walks to the bar with a stupid grin on his face. He orders the food to be delivered up to their room before placing drink orders. He stands at the bar tapping his fingers and watch ESPN on one of the .

"Hey there Wendy!"

Heath pauses and lets out an exasperated sigh. He doesn't even need to look at the other to know who it is.

"Hi Cena," he tosses back, eyes fixed on the TV screen as he visibly tenses.

"Whacha up to?" John clasps a hand on Heath's shoulder who tries to shrug it off but John just won't let up.

"Nothing," he figures one word answers will get the Superstar off his back sooner.

"Doesn't seem like nothing. Whacha got going on here?" John grabs a drink when the bartender puts them down but Heath snatches it back.

"That's for Justin. Buy your own," he scowls and gathers his things, "How long should the food take before it comes?"

"About 45 minutes to an hour sir," the bartender smiles and Heath thanks him with a tip.

"Awh, ain't that cute. I guess chivalry really isn't dead with you southern boys. At least you're gonna wine and dine Gabriel before you take him to bed. What a nice boy you are Wendy," John smiles maliciously.

Heath feels like his heart stopped. He catches himself before his face can show his emotions and he shoves passed John, making a beeline for the elevator.

As soon as he's alone inside though, he's mentally freaking out.

How does John know? How did he figure out? Heath isn't even sure what he feels for Justin but John seems to know or something!"

"Fuck!" Heath curses. What if he tells people? The thought hits Heath like a ton of bricks. He's crashed straight into a wall. He's afraid to even go back into the room now and face Justin. No one can know they've been sleeping together. It would ruin them. It would ruin their careers. It would ruin everything!

Heath has nearly finished his drink by the time he manages to get inside the room. He sets Justin's down on the bedside table and goes for the mini bar. He takes some ibuprofen and washes it down with mini bottle of vodka.

"Heath? Are-are you alright?"

Heath ignores the voice and takes two ore bottles from he mini bar and falls back on the bed opposite Justin. Without hesitation he kicks of shoes and of and climbs under the covers.

"Heath?"

Justin can practically see the upset expression washed all over Justin's features right now and he can't bear to look .

"Migraine," Heath offers in a worn voice. Justin known's about the migraines. Heath used to get them on NXT when he was worried or upset or nervous. But right now? Well right now Justin was almost 100% sure that Heath was faking it and lying to him.

It made his chest ache worse than his back as he stared sadly at the lump under the covers on the other bed that was Heath Slater. The man that was once again stomping all his emotions like they didn't even matter. Justin couldn't decide what he was more of; dejected or outraged.

Is he expected to just sit back and take all this hot/cold bullshit from Heath? It's going to drive him to the mad house if Heath keeps this up. He mocks him, fucks him and then ignores him for a week just to have his way with Justin again, make him feel like he's actually wanted, and then leave him alone and sore as anything…..again.

'You're a cop out, a pussy ass bitch,' Justin wants to say but his lips stay pressed together and he turns himself carefully to stare at the wall. The AC kicks on as Justin sniffles softly. He's not crying, but he's fucking close. All the stress from the show and now from this are getting to him. It's going to eat him alive if he doesn't pull it together soon.

He ignores the knock on the door that indicates the food has arrived. He's too sore to move and if Heath isn't going to get up and get it then neither is he. So instead he stares at the wall, aching all over and so fucking miserable, until he finally falls into an uneasy sleep. He wishes he could wake up and that everything that happened with Heath was just a dream. As much as he craved the other he wasn't going to be Heath's punching bag. He wasn't going to be used and abused by someone who was supposed to be his friend. That's not how this was supposed to work out.

Heath doesn't sleep at all. But he doesn't move either. He's spent the last hour and half curled into himself under the blanket. It's happening all over again. He's so confused, so conflicted on the inside. Why can't this be easy? Why can't he just know what he wants and go and get it?

But…what does he want? He thinks as he peaks out from under the covers. Justin is asleep, snoring softly. Heath catches sight of that angelic face and his heart sinks. He can't do this. He just….he can't.