Didn't mind the wake up call, not when it was his wonderful spouse 'nursing' at his chest.

Enough to cause a smile, bring joy to warm his skin like sun shining on it.

Forget the physical pleasure, simply waking up next to someone who he'd loved from maybe not the beginning but somewhere around the middle of the book, made him happy in ways words could never describe.

He loved this man, body and soul and heart, wished Justin would understand but he probably never would.

A bit of a head tilt in studying the face, grinned, bent down to kiss the nose, then neck, carefully avoiding beard hair ( Heath had practiced plenty with Wade and Jay Gee how to kiss around a beard without getting a hairball and gagging like a cat afterwards) then played with the ears a moment, thumping them.

ran his mouth over the navel, further down, felt the squirt in his mouth, kept sucking, throbbing head against his tongue.

Wanted to stay here forever but had an emergency.

'I haveta to take a leak, be right back.'

'Preposterous.' A mutter and roll from the form.

'No, I really do.' Few more kisses over the eyelids, tightly closed.

'Next arena we travel to.' Grumble and he dodged the arm flung up.

'Sleepyhead. Stay here, I'll be back very soon.'

'Urmph.'

'Yeah, that too.'

Kissed each finger before his bladder sent a warning signal then boing! up and off the mattress in a sprint.

Eating the half piece of jerky had seemed like a good idea at first.

Not so good when he kept ending up back in the living room.

Didn't know where Justin was, could hear Drew screaming in the next bedroom, could barely hear wade crying in theirs.

And he kept ending up back in the living room, no matter how much or how fast he walked down the hallway.

The tv flicked on, startling him enough to envision a sweater and hat wearing Kane to jump out at him, or maybe in a hockey mask.

If he caught sight of little girls jumping rope, he'd definitely run for cover.

Drew was screaming louder, having one of his panic attacks.

why wasn't Justin there with him, helping him?!

Heath wished he could split in two, go soothe Drew, go calm down his beloved also, who sounded like he was having some serious nightmares of his own.

Where the hell was BFam when he needed him, when they all needed him?

Bad gone worse, the walls were closing in on him.

About to crush him.

He ducked down before the room burst into flame.

'Ugh, I KNEW I shoulda stayed in bed.'

Then he blinked and everything was back to normal.

Except Justin, completely naked, only clothed in dried blood, stood before him.

'Don't eat anymore of the beef jerky.'

'Because it's been messed with.'

'Yeah, you can guess who spiked it.'

'Great.'

'And this is the start of our troubles.'

'Derrick or Punk?'

'Both.'

'I shoulda stayed in bed.'

'Let me go get Drew before They arrive.'

'How bad?'

'Very.' Justin's eyes had turned the color of silver coins with jet black swirls streaked through. 'They have The Shield with them.'