'Awh-Wahhhhhhh!'

Jinder handed over the fourth box of tissues since last evening.

He didn't understand men who liked other men THAT way at all, maybe they were actually women on the inside.

He missed Drew too but wasn't crying about it.

Okay, so it had to be the seperation of tours, no giant furious frowning Brit, no 'I will jump off of the planet and orbit it' SA guy around.

But that didn't explain his 'Band Leader's' increased appetite, the constant gulping of water( usually with a odd colorful powder mixed in, Jinder had noticed but stayed mute) or the 24/7 wailing and sobbing.

Heath was a puzzle and Jinder, while concerned, had no interest in putting the pieces in right place.

'You're taking your luggage out clubbing?'

'I'm not going to party, I'm going home.'

'But you ARE home.'

'No, Home...with my dear Moeder. So you get this room all to yourself, Chuckles.'

'What you did today was uncalled for...and don't call me Chuckles!'

'Too late.'

'Then get out of my sight if you're in such a hurry.'

'Yeah but one last thing before I go.'

A blur of a swift kick clipped him not enough to knock him out but enough to topple him, tree falling.

Justin on him, straddling, grinning, literally tearing the white button down shirt open.

'You'll buy me another.'

'I'll buy you dozens.' Justin replied before his face dropped and teeth used to unzip.

Wade groaned, didn't struggle. He enjoyed a good bite.

Never rejected a proper licking either.

Teeth and tongue, fingers and lips and then he put Justin in his place though not quite how he had wanted as revenge.

Impaled him instead.

And yanked the nuisance down close enough so HE could bite.

Justin screeched, the most beautiful sound in his ears that late afternoon, watching the sky darken, riding up and down, big hands on his hips holding him, as the other hips went up, penetrating further.

Wade drank of Were blood as he thrust, doing as much damage as he could intimately, his own 'Souvenier'

for this bratty gorgeous pest to remember.

'How's THAT now?'

'I love you.' Justin answered and meant it.

'Ummm...' Wade ran his fingers through messy mane and smiled. Justin still smelled of sea water.

'No ' I love you' back?'

'Not this time.'

'Bitch.'

'If it wasn't either of them, it'd be you with me, how's that?'

'I like it.'

Justin settled in for a quick snuggle, had to leave too soon but ready.

He'd see and talk and have fun with his Moeder again, his sister also.

He'd be Home within Home.

And now in large inked arms, he was already.