Tapings had came and went with no troubles.
Back in the room, in bed, braiding each others hair.
Both men were more for ponytails than braids but this was a way not to think about the horror from earlier.
They'd been uncles in a way, now those small loveable babies were gone from them, leaving a huge empty hole in the heart.
'How'd you and Al become friends anyway?' Justin asked from the shared pillow.
'His first day at work and his suitcase was confused with mine.'
'Cool, tell me more.'
Drew shook the braids loose and did his best to describe that incident, finding a collection of many colors of silk scarves, black, white, metallic gold, in what he'd mistook for his luggage, bursting into laughter uncontrolled at Alberto, sighing and groaning, a confused and bewildered muttered Damn! amongst the other curses, the sight of poor Del Rio partly in drag of sorts, knobby knees showing from beneath blue plaid.
'Que es esto un vestido?' he asked and Drew couldn't breath from laughing so hard.
'It seems our clothes have been exchanged.'
'Indeed they have, amigo.'
'That's nice.' Justin smiled and snuggled. His room was cozy with love.
Above them, up a spiral flight of stairs, the love had faded, bleach turning dark denim white, color drained like blood loss from flesh.
wade tried a kiss, a nuzzle, a decent bite.
Nothing worked. this may have been a 'I have a headache' instance but worse from trauma.
'My darling, I miss them to, but we have to move on.'
'I'm not moving on! I'm NOT forgetting them! I loved them, I still love them! My children I birthed and I couldn't save their lives! They trusted me and I stood there while they died!'
Wade alligator-jaw locked on Heath, minus the rolling, keeping him still in the panic.
'You DIDN'T let them be killed! I know you, you'd NEVER do such...I KNOW you fought for them.'
Another attempt at lovemaking was heaved aside.
'STOP it! I don't ever want any children again!'
'But I want some.'
'Great.' Heath jumped from the bed, snatched up his clothing, dressed in a huff. 'Have them on your own, i'm sleeping on the couch.'
'It's not comfortable.'
'It's away from you!'
'what did i do? Are you blaming ME for what happened?! I'd fight for them also, they're my chi-'
'Yeah you would.' Heath interrupted. 'It's US, not you. I...I want to be alone, not with you or anyone.'
'But...but...'
'Yeah, I'll still see the guys at work but that's not the same. i need time apart from you to think.'
'I'm not getting a divorce.'
'this will be a seperation. I'm sorry, I really am.'
'I'd say i understand but I can't.' Wade reached out and once more was rejected. 'Please let me love you to try to stop this pain.'
'No. don't touch me. Just go away.'
Wade thought it over, in a bed grown cold.
He couldn't sleep alone.
Not this time.
So he wouldn't sleep.
He chose to go home, not yet but soon. He'd been having passport troubles anyway, two birds with one stone.
But he lusted and left to the suite to find his desire.
Cody was waiting for him, there for him, friend with benefits AND a detachable penis.
He slammed himself over and over into that tight ass, cupping it with both hands, opening Cody more while the American bucked like a horse in heat, screamed like one also.
Fucked him double, his own dripping hot dick inside the usual entrance, Cody's prosthetic penis shoved inside the hole it attached to.
they heaved and grunted and moaned, one for Ted jr, the other for Heath.
Two men alone, gaining love from each other, their moment to take away the pain.
