Hey Ungraceful
Heath frowns and cocks his head when he sees Wade return from the bathroom with Drew beside him, both of them awfully close and shooting each other small smiles. A few minutes ago, when they left the shower, Drew was doing his weird, moody thing where he went quiet and withdrew into himself as if something was wrong. Not that Heath knows what is actually wrong when Drew does this; he's asked dozens of times and been told that Drew is just tired, or thinking, or bored. Funny how he only has one displayable mood for everything he feels.
Before he can ask, Wade catches him around the waist and pulls him flush against his chest, lips brushing against his ear and making Heath's knees tremble. He hates being so wound up that he feels on the edge even though they have done nothing but innocent touches and hot kissing because it gives Wade such an edge. Over Wade's shoulder, he can see Drew shoving things into his bag with a wide smile nearly splitting his face in two. Since when is Drew this happy, and why? Not that Heath isn't happy for him; he wants Drew to be happy, just as he wants that for all of his friends, but what changed in the last few minutes to make him this happy?
It would also make the team more cohesive. Much as he loves Drew, it was hard to be in a functioning team when Drew would just go off on his own and, well, sulk for some reason that he wouldn't reveal to anyone. Heath has caught flashes of hurt in his eyes so deep and profound it's painful to see, and yet Drew has told no one why he is so upset. How can any of them comfort him and help him through whatever is harming him when he won't talk to them?
He and Jinder have had several conversations about what could be wrong with Drew, everything from the way he's been treated in the company to the incident with Tiffany years ago. None of it really adds up—well, the treatment by the company has some merit if only because Drew really dropped—but Drew isn't the kind of person to let that get to him. Even if he ends up jobbing most of the time, he likes hanging out with their team, and he enjoys getting to have more fun in the ring instead of having to play some asshole. Heath is damn glad Drew is a part of their team; he's an incredible athlete even if Creative makes him lose most of his matches.
If it was something as easy as the way Creative wrote their storylines, though, Heath could find a way to cheer Drew up and make him smile again. It isn't hard to make Drew smile, not when people actually work at it and encourage him to. A lot of the other wrestlers seem to pretend like their team doesn't exist or is somehow removed from the general roster—as if jobbing is their choice or something. If it was that, Heath could remind Drew that those were the types of guys who were only your friend while you had screen time so they could possibly get better promotion as well. They weren't in it for the actual friendship aspect of it.
Wade nips at his earlobe, drawing him sharply from his thoughts, and Heath bites back a sigh as he nuzzles his face into Wade's shoulder. Now is not the time to be biting him like this. "I wanted to suggest something to you if you're up for the idea. You know you can say no if you want to. Neither of us is going to make you go through with it. It's up to you."
"What's up to me?" Heath leans back, peering up at his British boyfriend curiously.
"I talked to Drew about why he's been feeling down lately," Wade explains quietly, and Heath blinks up at him; Wade talked to Drew about it? "And he said he has feelings for you."
Oh, shit. How did I miss that? "He actually told you what's been wrong with him?"
Wade blinks at him, and Heath flushes slightly when he realizes just how offended those words sounded coming out of his mouth. Because now, it makes sense as to why Drew never said anything to him about it. Telling one of your friends you feel more for him than friendship has to be difficult, even more so when he happens to be in a relationship with another man. Poor Drew has basically just watched him and Wade cuddle, kiss, walked in on them having sex... And all the while, he's had these feelings inside of him? Heath frowns hard at the idea.
"Yes, he told me. And I made a suggestion that he was up for. That is, if you're up for it as well. And you don't have to agree with it." Wade sifts his fingers through Heath's hair, tucking it back.
"Agree to what, exactly?" Heath asks, slanting a glance at where Drew is watching them quietly.
Wade clears his throat slightly. "I asked Drew to come back to the hotel with us tonight."
"If you're okay with it," Drew adds softly. "And you don't have to say yes. You can say no."
Come back to the hotel with us? Heath starts to remind Wade that they have plans, for lack of a better word, when they get back to their room and stops as the full impact of the words washes over him. Oh. He blinks up at his boyfriend in shock; Wade has always been a touch possessive, not in a dangerous way but it's still there, and yet he is willing to do this? To share if Heath agrees to it? He doesn't know whether he should be angry his boyfriend didn't come to him with this idea first or astounded that Wade is willing to go to this length to make him happy.
"Is there a particular reason you didn't ask me first?" he asks, if only to kill some time.
A hand darts up to rub the back of Wade's neck. "I wanted to be sure I knew what Drew felt."
"And I didn't know he felt that way." Heath glances over at Drew. "I didn't know. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I worked my ass off to hide it." Drew flashes him a self-depreciating smile.
That right there hurts more than just about anything else; Drew really does have issues with himself, and this is one of them. Heath can't begin to understand how much Drew came to hate himself over these feelings, and it pains him deeply when he realizes Drew was willing to suffer in silence just to keep him from knowing the truth. Probably not because he just didn't want Heath to know; Wade has been in the picture, seriously, for a long time. There wouldn't have been much time for Drew to process his feelings and then act on them.
But he's standing here now, arms folded over his chest even as his eyes dart down and away from Heath's. It is such a Drew thing, looking away instead of just confronting the problem, and it hurts because that has been the last few months in their entirety. Averting his eyes, looking away, to hide from the problem because he had no way to confront it. Heath swallows hard around the lump in his throat, then slowly holds a hand out to Drew.
Drew stiffens, his back straightening as his eyes fall to Heath's hand. "What are you doing?"
"I think that's his way of telling us he wants to do this," Wade says, and Heath laughs softly and nods as he stretches his hand out further and wills Drew to just take it.
"I want to do this." He beckons to Drew, who still just stands and stares at him. "You don't?"
"N-no, I do. I just... I didn't expect you to say yes." Drew bites his lip, and Heath makes a note to smack him for doing that because he damn near chews the thing off.
But he still makes no move to take Heath's hand, and Heath wonders just how terrified he is right now—because he isn't coming back to the hotel with just Heath. Wade is going to be there, he is going to be involved, and how does Drew feel about that, exactly? Is he going to be okay with a third man in the room, or is that going to end up being a deal breaker for them?
Wade huffs and holds out his hand as well. "We don't have all night, McIntyre."
"What are you doing?" Drew demands then, backing up against the lockers as his eyes widen.
Wade makes a face at him and drops his hand, then surges forward and presses Drew up against the lockers, leaving him no room to escape. Stunned, Heath just backs up for a slightly better angle and watches as Wade tangles his hand in Drew's hair, forcing him to hold still. And the two of them look glorious together, Drew's eyes wide with shock even as his pupils dilate, Wade's free hand falling against Drew's throat, fingers splayed over the skin there.
"You said you wanted this. Do you want to back out?" Wade demands.
Heath says a quiet prayer of thanks that the locker room is now empty as he watches the struggle in Drew's eyes even as Wade leans close enough that his beard brushes along Drew's jaw. How Drew can resist at all is shocking on its own, but it's not that, not really; it's the way he sort of leans his head toward Wade's hand, spilling more hair over Wade's fingers even as he sort of arches his neck to push forward against his hand. In a very quiet, very subtle way, Drew is saying yes again, and Heath is almost certain this time is better than the first.
Quickly, he rounds the bench separating him from the other two men and sidles up beside the two of them, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Drew's jeans so his fingers brush smooth, warm skin. Wade takes the hint and slides slightly to the side so that both he and Heath are holding Drew pinned against the lockers, leaving him no avenue of escape... Not that he seems to want to if the way he closes his eyes and leans his head back against the cool metal is anything to go by. Heath chances it and wraps a hand around the back of Drew's neck, drawing his head down and brushing a light kiss over his lips so he doesn't startle him out of whatever headspace he has entered into. Drew lurches slightly, then leans into the kiss somewhat eagerly, making a sudden, small sound against Heath's lips. When Heath opens his eyes, he can see Wade's mouth plastered to the side of Drew's neck, no doubt marking him up.
"I'm saying yes," Drew whispers when they lean back to give him some room—but not so far back that even half of the contact is lost. His lips are kissed swollen and his eyes are lidded; he's undeniably gorgeous and Heath can't wait to get him back to the hotel. "Heath, if you want this... I want this. But only if you want this. I'm not pushing you into anything. That's wrong."
"No, I just randomly make out with guys I don't want to have sex with. I'm saying yes, too." Heath wets his lips, tasting Drew on them, and glances over to see a triumphant smile stretching across Wade's lips. Gently, he slaps the Brit's shoulder and scowls at him.
Wade just laughs and steps back, untangling his hand from Drew's hair. "Don't. I had a good idea and we're going through with it. I get to be excited about that."
Heath rolls his eyes and snatches his bag from the floor, slinging it over his shoulder and bouncing on the balls of his feet impatiently as he waits for Wade to collect his. As soon as Wade nods to him, he darts closer and takes Wade's hand in his, offering the other to Drew who eagerly accepts it and smiles at him. Right, they can do this. It can't be that hard, can it? Granted, Heath has never been in bed with two men at the same time, but he has all the faith in the two men he's going to be with tonight. Wade loves him, and Drew feels something for him, and Heath loves both of them in different ways that are nevertheless extremely powerful and deep. The possibility he won't have to choose between them, in the event that tonight works out rather well, thrills him in more ways than one. He can't wait to see them together again.
Well, it turns out the locker room isn't entirely empty; Jinder steps back inside just as Wade reaches to open the door, blinking when his eyes fall on where Heath is holding hands with both men. "I am not even going to bother asking how this came about."
"I'll text you the details in the morning if you ask nicely," Heath offers, laughing when Jinder scrunches up his face and shakes his head quickly.
"I just came back to get a shirt." Jinder squeezes back them. "Keep your sex life to yourself."
Heath made a mental note to text all of the details as soon as he woke up, and if Wade and Drew were still asleep, he'd add pictures. Besides, Jinder made the best horrified faces and he was one of the only people who wouldn't forward everything Heath told him to everybody else.
He all but drags Wade and Drew out the door, ignoring the strange looks from the handful of people they pass on their way out of the arena. If any of them are in doubt about what is going to happen, then obviously none of them have connected a single dot that Heath and Wade have left casually lying around from time to time. It wouldn't be that much of a stretch to realize that three guys holding hands is not the norm, and if any of the workers had paid any attention, they would have heard Heath talking to Drew about Wade's match as they came back to the locker room after their match. It isn't like they've been on the strict DL about how they feel for each other.
"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" Drew asks when they step outside, allowing Heath to drag him in the direction of where Wade's car is parked tonight.
"You're going to ruin the moment if you ask me if I'm sure one more time," Heath tosses over his shoulder, adding a small smile so Drew doesn't take the words seriously. "Drew, if I didn't want you, I wouldn't have agreed to this. I do want you. I want both of you, and I definitely want to see the two of you together. But that's only if you are okay with that. I'm comfortable with it, Wade must be if he was willing to offer it, but we don't know your stance on it."
Drew nods slowly before glancing in Wade's direction; Wade was too distracted trying to dig his keys out of his pocket with one hand to notice, but he didn't need to. Not yet. When the time was right, he would catch every single glance and return them. "I don't have a problem with it, no. I mean, I haven't done it before, but I'm more than willing to give it a shot."
"Good. Because you two looked hot together." Heath winks at him when Drew gapes.
"Found them," Wade announces, extracting his keys and mashing the button to unlock the car. "If you two are going to make out, do it in the backseat so I can get us to the hotel in one piece."
Heath clicks his tongue but opens the backdoor anyway. "All right. After you, Drew."
He has no shame and gets a good eyeful of Drew's ass as the Scotsman slides into the backseat; he catches Wade looking a moment later and smirks to himself. Things are going to turn out just fine, then. He leans over to door to peck Wade on the cheek, then pokes him in the chest.
"You be good to him. I want all of us to enjoy this," he says firmly.
Wade meets his gaze slowly and nods. "You really don't have to tell me. I want this, too, Heath."
Hearing the words is comforting, and Heath pecks him on the lips once before flopping into the back of the car and yanking the door shut. He twists around in the dark and gets a mouthful of hair, spitting it out and frowning when Drew starts laughing.
He thankfully shuts up when Heath finds his lips in the dim lighting and starts kissing him.
Author's Note: Prompt for this chapter: 372. I know my heart will never be the same.