'I'm not doing this.'
'No excuse to get out of it, besides, he's your friend.'
'He's YOUR friend. To me, only a ridiculous, annoying ginger git.' Wade paused as he stepped through the revolving doors at the front of the hospital. 'The other one.'
Drew chuckled and dragged his partner in crime into the lobby, to the elevators and finally finding the room, practically pushed him through the door.
Still white face, eyes shut, barely breathing, tubes and beeping machines filling the room.
The slightest twitch of worry at the corner of one eye on the Brit's face.
'Well, we can't teel if he passed, not with that coloring.'
Movement on the bed, a tiny rustle, flick of eyelashes, golden red fall leaves on winter snow.
Then a huge grin, face splitting, to match with Drew's, smile clones.
'I'm in a dress and my arse is out for the world to see!'
Wade groaned. 'Pity the world then.' and backed to the door, glancing out.
Drew didn't drop his hug of his fallen friend, looked over at his more foul tempered one.
'Doctors/ Or nurses?'
'Actually, I'm looking for the exit.' Wade quipped.
'Get back here!' Drew pulled him back, human fishing, almost crashing him into the bed.
Sheamus stared at Wade, squinty and blurred vision from the pain meds.
It was uncomfortable, humilating even, this stare.
'Oh WHAT?!' Wade broke, frown enlarging.
'I'm not sure who did your nosejob...but...they botched it.'
'That's enough!' Wade lunged, face red. 'I'll break every bone in your body!'
'Let him rest.' Drew spoke from the lone chair in the room.
Wade grumbled but complied.
'And hand him his gift.'
More grumbling.
'We brought you this.'
the WWE magazine was tossed over.
Dazed eyes grew huge, bulging, near to volcanic rupture building, a intense sweat, at the sight of the cover.
The beeping machines bleeped loudly. The up and down jagged lines on one machine became frantic.
'Now you've done it.' Drew quipped.
'He's making a fool of himself. STOP it! It's only Randy, calm DOWN!'
The lines danced wildly then relaxed. Sheamus fell back on the pillow, closed eyes once more.
'You've killed him.'
'No, he's fainted. Idiot.'
Wade checked for a pulse, smiled while Drew wouldn't see it then stomped from the room, kepping up the act of a big fuss.
sheamus peeked enough to watch, smiled and winked.
'You owe me a twenty.'
Drew sighed and grinned, reached for his wallet.
'I can't believe he fell for it.'
'I'm a great actor.'
Not quite SummerSlam yet but close enough.
Less than a week.
With the help of his music note 'little buddies' he'd became interested in art.
Even began scribbling out ideas for new ink.
His body after Derrick's robbery of it, needed a change, something new and fun.
Heath dropped the colored pencil, held up the large sheet of paper.
'How's it look?'
the notes shimmered their approval.
After some going out to literally howl, an S of Samoan and his S of South Africa returned to glimpse a sight, the Americans of the Shield dozing with each other, on the couch, locked in sex position, lock and key of flesh.
'They smell of weiner water.' Leo sniffed and noted.
'Yeah, they've been fucking.'
Leo hopped on the back of the couch, stared down at the sleepers, perfect predator watching prey.
'Balls!' he screeched.
'Not polite to ogle, baby.' Roman opened his arms and whistled. 'Here, Leo. Come to me.'
'Wheeee!' Leo leaped into the embrace.
'Fucking weirdo.' Seth grumbled.
'Nice to see you too, sweetheart.' Roman joked.
'Go fuck yourself with a porcupine Romes.'
'Nah, I'm more into hyenas.' More smiling while Leo toyed with his hair, kissed his tats, nibbled his ear.
'Dammit, you could've let us sleep.' Dean spoke face down, not moving. Roman was glad to spot the bites on his back and shoulders.
'After sunrise we have a vehicle for us.'
'Coming HERE?!'
'Yeah, arriving here. Hunter wants us to ride in style. And it's ours to keep, to use anytime.'
'Better not be a damn limo.'
'Allergic, princess?'
Seth scowled at Roman's laughter. 'I hate limos.'
'You hate everything.'
'Why I love him.' Dean mumbled, still hadn't budge. 'I'm internally bleeding, Seth. You've got great talent.'
Seth smiled for exactly ten seconds.
'Cupcake is talented!' Leo dove into the conversation. 'Bounce bounce bounce.'
'Bounce?' Seth blinked.
'Bounce?!' Dean finally moved, rolling over. He felt WONDERFUL, his lip was split and bleeding and his whole body was sore.
Best sex ever.
'I can booty clap.' Roman said in a whisper, head down, embarrassed, hair hiding his face.
'You CAN?!' Dean shrieked and Seth groaned, holding his forehead.
'Damn, yell so people in Italy can hear you.'
'I'm not saying I'm sorry, because I'm not sorry.'
'You're gonna be yourself and I'd might as well get used to it?'
'Yep.'
'Great. You should know that's how I live too.'
'So that makes us equals.'
'Makes us brothers.'
'More than Punk?'
'Different than him.'
Roman felt eerie disturbed comfort at their passed looks, about time, waited long enough, for these two to be a couple.
'Are you stoned? You always have that calm look on your face.'
'I never worry about much.' Roman answered Seth. 'And no I'm not stoned, I'm Rocked.'
Dean smiled and Leo laughed and Seth remained bitter.
'I need a shower.'
'There are two big shower stalls and four of us.' Roman pointed out. 'Sex math, boys.'
'Good place to start.' Seth rose and yawned.
They walked in line, biggest to smallest.
'Hey do you twerk also?' Dean asked quietly in Romes' ears, and finally, Seth smiled and meant it.
