Cheers for the reviews and followers XD I've decided I'm going to try and update this every Saturday or Sunday - however - I am going on holiday for a week but I will try to have an update sorted for when I come back to post straight away so I shouldn't miss a week. Just don't hold me to that :) Sorry about the mistakes riddled in this X(
Warnings: Slash. MxM. Dean/BNB. Rated M for later chapters.
No Way Out. Chapter 2: No Spark...
A soft groan escaped Wade's lips as he blinked rapidly to try and get his blurred vision to go away.
Sighing, Wade decided to try and get back to sleep instead of facing the day which he knew would be full of doctors poking and prodding his injured shoulder; the thought it self enough to make him frown as he lay on his stomach, the side of his head resting against his pillow, his shoulder aching slightly as he moved to try and get comfortable once more; yet nothing seemed to work. Even his pillow was hard and breathing…
'Breathing?' Wade's frown deepened as he forced his eyes to open and twisted his head to look at just what he was lying on. The sun shining through the blind crept onto Wade's face as he saw who he had been half lying on top of. 'Dean?!' Green orbs went wide as realisation hit him, and so did the memory of how he ended up in the former leader of the Shields bed.
All he could remember was getting into Dean's car and allowing him to drive them to his house which was a few states away, it was obvious that Wade was going to be out for some time due to the injury, and Dean offered to give Wade a place to stay until he was back in the ring – and Wade had agreed. Whether he liked it or not, this injury was going to take away a lot of things...
It was a long drive, Wade recalled, and he must have fallen asleep in Dean's car.
Flashes of the blue-eyed male waking him came back, and Wade remembered being helped out of the car and led into Ambrose's house. The former bare knuckled fighter knew he had pushed Dean away and told him he was fine, deciding to march up the stairs in a very rude fashion and thus going into the first room he could find – which must have been Dean's. Wade knew he had a spare bedroom, but he had been so tired that as soon as he saw the bed he collapsed onto it and fell back asleep...
Moving away from the sleeping American, Wade hissed loudly as he caught his arm.
Growling, Wade slowly stood up, thankful that Dean hadn't undressed him or anything like that as he pulled off his Bad News Barrett t-shirt and looked at his shoulder again; he knew he wouldn't be able to see the actual injury and only how swollen his skin was around it, yet he couldn't help but sneer at it and think of how he was going to Bull-Hammer Jack in the face.
"Bloody wanker…" Wade mumbled as he creeped out of Dean's room, not bothering to close the door as he looked at the small hallway which held three rooms, two being bedrooms, the other being the bathroom. He needed some pain-killers, then a shower or a bath – heck, maybe both.
Wade had only ever been in Dean's house once before, which was a couple of weeks ago and it was by accident…
Wade sat in Dean's car as he carelessly listened to the radio playing different songs that he wasn't really paying attention to as he tapped his finger against the widow; his green eyes scanning a house they were parked outside of which just so happened to belong to Dean Ambrose, himself.
He had been there for 10 minutes now and still there was no sign of the other male who was giving Wade a lift to the next state before their match together, saving Wade from having to go on the company coach with everyone else. The Brit knew Seth would normally be with Dean, but with their recent break up…And the fact that both Dean and Wade were having a match against each other…He saw no wrong in traveling with Dean to the next arena.
However, after they drove from the arena they had just recorded a live show from, Wade had brought his stuff with him and was ready for the road trip to the next state, Dean, not so much as they made a "quick" pits stop at the former leader of the Shields house for a change of clothes. Yet something that should have only taken a few minutes was coming up to 15.
Grumbling, Wade unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the black car before slamming the door shut and trusting the neighbourhood that it wouldn't get stolen as he walked up Dean's path before knocking on the closed front door.
There was no answer, not even after a few more knocks.
"Dean?" Wade opened the door and was met with the hall light. It was dark outside and the sudden form of light made Wade squint before walking in and closing the door behind himself as his eyes settled with the light above.
There were stairs in front of him and an off cut into what he guessed was the living room. Not being the nosy type, Wade walked to the stairs, hearing the sound of running water come from up there – he slowly walked up them one by one, catching a glimpse of a few photos on the walls of Dean's family.
Coming to a halt at the stop of the stair case, Wade scanned the area, seeing three rooms, the furthest with running water in.
"Dean?" Wade knocked on the door where the sound was coming from, again; there was no answer.
Grasping the handle, Wade pushed the door open and immediately gasped at what he saw. There was a shower and bath tub, the shower was running steamy hot water, but no one was underneath it. Mainly because Dean stood in the middle of the bathroom, facing the door with a towel in his hands as he dried his hair – the rest of his body was completely naked and dripping wet.
Wade couldn't help but let his eyes wonder down the rough, toned body that belonged to Dean Ambrose, his heart beat increasing as he licked his suddenly dry lips, trying not to mumble a "wow…" He had seen Dean naked before, the showers they used at work weren't exactly privet, but he had never seen him this up close…
A light, creamy pink blush covered Wade's cheeks as he finally heard a cough and snapped his head up to see a smirking Dean.
"Like something you see, Barrett?" Dean asked with a chuckle.
Wade had to force his head to be still and to bite his tongue before he nodded or said something that would make things more awkward than what they were now.
"Sorry about being so long…" Dean glanced at the shower. "I got a bit distracted…"
"Do-don't worry about it." Wade held up his hands. "I'm going to go wait in the car again – " Wade barely finished his sentence before he darted away from Dean who just laughed slightly…
Shaking his head of those thoughts, Wade suppressed a blush that was creeping across his face as he moved towards the bathroom.
That day he had realised something about Dean when he got back into the car as he waited for the other male to come back. Most people thought Dean was mental, but Wade figured the blue-eyed male out; Dean Ambrose was not insane, he just didn't give a damn what people thought of him and did what he wanted when he wanted.
Stepping into the bathroom, Wade looked around and saw that by the sink were the painkillers Dean had given him the perverse night; he took two before swallowing some water in the palm of his hand, splashing his face with the rest of it.
Glancing up, the English man saw his reflection in the mirror and grimaced. He looked as though he had been in a brawl with three bears, his skin was pale and there were dark circles under his eyes, green orbs blood-shot and puffy. Running a hand over his face, he sighed heavily.
He had tried not to think about it before but now he couldn't help it; he was going to be out of the WWE for awhile thanks to this injury, and he knew it. Wade couldn't stand being out on injury, he enjoyed what he did, he enjoyed hearing the fans whether they were booing him or cheering him on; he enjoyed his matches – and now he was out due to another injury. He was surprised that Vince hadn't called yet.
Shaking his head, Wade turned towards the bath and turned the tap. His right arm was pretty much useless, he knew he had a shoulder injury, but with that he still couldn't move his hand properly without it hurting. As his mother used to say; it's all connected.
Wade sat on the side of the bathtub as he watched the water begin to rise; light traces of steam filed out the room before vanishing outside.
"Wade…" The voice was groggy and made the Brit jump as he turned towards the door of bathroom and saw Dean standing there with two cups in his hands. "Here." He walked over, pacing Wade a mug before taking a sip of his own.
Wade held the cup in his hand and looked down at the dark liquid; it wasn't tea that was for sure. Taking a tiny sip, Wade scrunched up his face in disgusted and passed Dean the mug back.
"Coffee…" Wade mumbled as he wiped his tongue against the back of his hand – trying to get rid of the taste.
"Still not used to the taste, huh?" Dean asked as he placed the cup by the sink.
"What gave you the first clue? My face, or the fact that I gave you back the mug." It wasn't a question, more of a statement as Wade glared at the dirty blonde who shrugged carelessly.
"It keeps you awake – "
"I have insomnia, I don't need anything else to keep me awake." Wade cut Dean off as he turned his attention back to the water.
"You seemed to sleep pretty well last night…" Dean replied, drinking the rest of his drink as he watched Wade roll his eyes as he stopped the tap.
"I had pills…" Was all he said before he finally stood up. "Now if you don't mind, I would like to take a bath…"
Dean lent against the sink, looking as though nothing could phase him. "I don't mind."
Wade would have face-palmed had his right arm been usable. "In privacy…"
It took a moment and Dean didn't look too pleased that he was being told to leave, but he sighed and picked up the mugs before slowly strolling out of the room. "If you need help, just ask…" And then he was gone.
Wade ran a hand through his hair before he looked down at his shorts, frowning slightly before he slipped his hand into the waist of his shorts and tried to pull them down along with his boxers. Doing such a simple task shouldn't have taken more than a mere second or two, but as he managed to get them half way down his legs, Wade was breathing heavily and cursing everything in his head as he realised 20 whole minutes had past; finally wiggling out of them and sighing in relief that they were off after another 10.
"This is ridiculous…" Wade huffed as he gave himself time to calm down before stepping into the bath and sinking down into the warm water. It hurt his shoulder, but the Brit was thankful the pills were finally kicking in as he closed his eyes and lent his head against the back of the tub…
After a fuming hour and half of trying to clean himself, Wade was out of the bathtub with a towel around his waist, his hair wet and water dripping down his chest, he hadn't been awake for that long and he already wanted to crawl back into bed and fall asleep; maybe it wasn't the best idea to take a bath.
Peeking out of the door, Wade glanced either side as he looked for the other male. "Dean?" He didn't really want to call upon the former leader of the Shield for help, he wasn't weak and he didn't need anyone's help….but after the struggle of trying to take off his clothes, and even trying to get out of the bath for that matter, Wade didn't want to have to put his arm through more stress.
"Dean…" Wade called as he heard something in the bed room. Walking over, Wade tried not to get too much water on the floor even though it was extremely difficult.
Peering round the door he saw Dean digging through a draw, a blue top on the bed with another pair of shorts and finally a pair of boxers.
"Dean?"
The other male stopped what he was doing and looked at Wade, raising an eyebrow once he saw the white towel that barely covered Wade's thighs.
Smirking, he stood up and looked Wade over. "Need any help?" Dean asked, he's tone wasn't sweet, but it wasn't mocking either.
"No." Wade snapped, looking down at the floor for a moment. "…Yes…"
Ambrose stood up, beckoning Wade in with his hand and the Brit slowly entered the room he had slept in only hours earlier.
Suddenly, Dean grabbed Wade's hips and pulled him closer until their noses were almost touching. His hands pulling the towel from around Wade's waist before he slowly sunk down to the ground, drying Wade's legs. Gulping, Wade watched as Dean ran the towel over his legs and up his hips, his hands sliding the towel over Wade's ass before running it up his back and gently over his shoulders and arms.
"…" Wade tried to control his breathing as Dean once again ran the towel over his legs as Wade fought the urge to grip onto Dean's hair, the dirty blonde's head was so close to his –
Quickly stepping away from Dean, Wade grabbed the towel and covered himself up the best he could, unable to look into the blue orbs that were staring at him.
"Now you get shy?"
"S-shut up!" Wade growled, wanting nothing more than to run back into the bathroom and slam the door, but what came next stopped him from doing so.
"Get on the bed…"
"What?"
"I said get on the bed," Dean repeated, nodding his head towards the bed, watching as Wade slowly moved over towards the bed with his head down. He sat down on the bed and glared at the other male; the white towel covering his family jewels.
"Good boy for listening to master…" Dean chuckled as Wade murmured something. Picking up the clothes on the bed, Dean placed the blue t-shirt over Wade's chest and arm before grabbing the towel between Wade's legs, ignoring the protest from the Brit as he started to dry the green-eyed males hair.
Dean noticed how Wade tensed up, a ruby colour taking over his face. "Stop getting so embarrassed…" Dean had to admit it though, Wade looked cute when he was blushing – it brought out his eyes. He patted Wade's head before leaving the towel over it and smirking. "You're going to cause trouble if you keep it up." It was true, if Wade kept blushing like that, he was going to get pounced on by Dean.
Wade pulled the towel from his head and frowned. "I feel like a bloody child…"
Dean moved back a bit and arched an eyebrow, deciding to just let Wade talk.
"I can't put on my clothes; I couldn't take a proper bath, hell I couldn't even take my clothes off!" Wade held his head in his good hand, not even bothered that he was still half-naked anymore.
"Hey," Dean lifted Wade's head up with his hand. "Don't do that, don't go somewhere dark, trust me – it's not fun. Yeah, your injury is going to be frustrating, you won't be able to do normal things so easy anymore, you'll need time off work; and you'll have to let people help you. I know that sucks, I've had my fair few injuries as well, you know? You're not the only one, Wade; but if you go to that dark place then you will never get better, and you will never let anyone help you. It sucks, Barrett, I know, but I'm here – and I'll be there for you…You just have to let me…"
Wade didn't know what he was doing, but lend into Dean's hand and closed his eyes. "Why…?"
Dean stroked back Wade's slightly wet hair and chuckled. "Well, you're my pet now so I've got to protect you."
Wade scoffed. "You're a bloody weird man, Ambrose…"
"Says the guy who's half-naked in my room."
Wade snapped his eyes open when he realised that Dean was right and rushed to grab his clothes and put them on, to which he managed to get them around his ankles before suddenly stopping and looking up at Dean.
"C-can you... help me?" Wade's voice was weak, low and so unlike what any other superstar heard in the WWE.
Dean nodded before telling Wade to stand up and helping him dress. For the first time in a while, Dean smiled, brushing his thumb against Wade's cheek, making the Brit blush and look away again; who knows…Maybe Wade was someone who could make him smile again…
I know Wade's injury possibly wasn't that bad, but for the sake of the story, it's going to take away a lot of things he could normally do by himself. Please review if you want me to continue. X)
Next time: The aftermath of Wade's injury is revealed but can Dean keep his hands to himself when his mind is telling him to claim a certain Brit? And is Wade willing to be claimed?