Chapter 4: This Close
It had been three weeks since the incident. Bryan and Heath roomed together; both were still incredibly upset at their ex-boyfriend. Justin and Wade had stopped talking. Justin realized that Wade was just a greedy pig and only wanted sex.
Justin was sitting in the weight room when Heath and Bryan walked in. He stood up and started walking to the showers. Bryan clasped Heath's shoulder, "I'll be right back."
Heath nodded and watched Bryan follow after Justin. Justin was leaning against the wall trying to calm himself down. He felt like shit. He had a good thing. Bryan was so sweet and loving to him. Bryan hadn't done anything wrong, but still Justin cheated on him, broke him.
"Justin."
Justin turned his head to find himself face to face with his ex. Justin took a deep breath, "Bryan…"
"Are you alright?" Bryan cocked his head to the side.
Justin shook his head, "No, I'm not, but I don't want to trouble you, Bryan. I'm not your concern anymore."
"And who's fault is that?" Bryan questioned.
Justin clenched his jaw. He knew it was his fault. He'd own up to that any day since he lost Bryan, and for what? A short romp in bed with Wade?
"I just wanted to check on you, Justin, because we were friends." Bryan all but whispered.
Justin looked at him and laughed softly, humorlessly, "I screwed that one up."
"Look I'm going to be the bigger man, if you need anything call me. I'll be there for you, man."
Justin cleared his throat and nodded, "Yeah, thanks. I'll keep that in mind, Bry."
Bryan smiled small and patted Justin on the shoulder, "I'll talk to you later."
"Later." Justin whispered as Bryan walked away. Justin let the tears fall silently.
While Bryan and Justin were talking Wade walked into the weight room. He looked around before catching sight of Heath sitting with Drew and Christian. The three were laughing. Heath and Drew were leaning on each other as they laughed while Christian told yet another joke. He clasped both men's shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows. Heath and Drew looked at each other something other than laughter apparent in their eyes.
Wade growled under his breath. He used to be the only one that could bring out that look.
Wade saw Christian wink at Drew before he leaned in and ran his hand along Heath's torso, flicking the redhead's nipples as he came across them. Heath gasped; Drew moved behind the redhead, whispering words of sex into his ear.
Wade's eyes darkened. That was his ginger. That was his body that he touched and pleasured. Then it hit him. Was. Heath was his. That was his body that he touched and pleasured. Wade sighed and shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking like that. He let the kid go. Didn't even try to stop him, Wade Barrett did not cry over lost lovers. Not anymore.
He tore his eyes away from the scene in front of him. If he had watched for a few more minutes, he would have seen Heath mouth, 'Think he saw?'
Yeah, he saw, and it was secretly killing him though he'd never admit it.