The humilation was intense.
He looked horrible and the surrounding laughter reminded him so, mocked him, chased him.
Drew's had no cruelty in it, no insult but more amusement than anything. Why not, they'd been making the other laugh since they first met.
Justin's may have contained a drop of mean in it but that reason for was obvious, the love-hate-jealously they had for each other, great relationship in bed, terrible everywhere else.
This was that wretched traitor Daniel's fault, angry and spiteful at his lack of scoring some quality Kane-meat,though vegeterian he still proclaimed to be.
No surprise there, Daniel from the start, the Nexus beginning had been trouble.
but another, nearly as foolish and pointless, hadn't.
THAT one had always stuck by his side, went along with his ideas, but never never let himself be a doormat, loyal and stupid, but no idiot.
Almost could admire and respect the twit if not for that hair.
Clippers, he needed them. Where the hell WERE they?!
'Wait!'
The usual cat with a stomped on tail screech he knew to well.
Wade sighed,slumped, paused.
'What now?'
'I want to...feel...'
'Pity from anyone, sympathy, from YOU especially I do not want.'
'Do I LOOK like I'm mocking you?!'
In fact, he didn't, wasn't. Standing there distraught but not teasing, not laughing.
good.
The hideous vest was gone also which perked things up quite well.
Two orange-ish hands on his face, stroking from fuzz to bristle to bare skin, faintly over his lips then back to his chin, made the 'perk' a tree.
He leaned in to cease one of the delicious moobs, sucked most of beneath his tongue, squeezed the other with a slightly rough hand.
Heard the moan, encouraged, did a few more delightful things then halted at the flattened place, once melon.
'Where are the children?'
'The babies have relocated.'
'You had them and didn't tell me?!'
'No no no, you know I'd never betray you.'
He was right, he never had. That was how the Corre was created, stupid name still.
'So where ARE they?!'
'Still inside. Relax, they're more around my navel.'
'Ah.' Wade bent down a touch and feeling not ridiculous at all spoke to them. 'Helllo babies.'
Double kicks(or punches perhaps) increased his joy.
'They'll be out this week.'
'And how do you know this?'
'Beacuse they're flat. And Kane informed me.'
'Of course he'd know.'
'Yep. So can I shave you?'
'I'd rather leave it.'
'Yeah that be cool too, but I miss my smooth side.'
'I LIKED my beard!'
'Yeah try picking hair out of your crack most nights and then you'd change your tune.'
'Don't tune!' Wade held his hands out in defense. 'I'll go bare, it's hot enough as is.'
'Mmmm hmmm, VERY hot.'
He forgot to groom once Heath sat on him, plop, right in his lap.
He returned to suckle, to grab and grope,pinch and kiss frantically, raising himself up far off the seat of the chair to rise into each thrust.
Barbershop was closed for good , no use for it.
He had real true love, all he needed.
Washing the sex off was something he always shied at.
He loved his husband's goo on him, wanted to keep it.
Of course now with a clean shorn face, there'd be plenty more goo to enjoy later on.
Big freckled grin interrupted by a cramp.
Another, then another.
False labor, he reminded himself.
Then frowned. He WAS due this week, maybe it wasn't...
More cramps.
And out of his pouch, the slit, a thin line of blood and clear fluid began to trickle down, combining in a swirl with the warm water of the shower spray.
False had came true.
