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A Series of Surprises (Taken)

Post  Writer Cath on Sun Jul 03, 2011 7:23 pm

Daniel glances at the house dubiously, then over at his companions. It had been Heath’s idea to start taking turns cooking. It seemed like a good idea at the time, saving money, not having dozens of take out boxes in various states of decomposition lurking in the fridge, home cooked food. But it’s been a week and Heath had volunteered to go first. And as they approach the house, Daniel suddenly feels a little nervous about this. He’s never seen Heath cook a darn thing. And since Heath has been off for a couple days while his hand heals up, Daniel knows he’s had a lot of time. So It’s either going to be nothing... or something. He’s not sure which is worse.

Justin rubs his hands together. “Anyone want to take a bet on what’s waiting for us inside?”

Tarver shook his head. “Slater’s cooking? I'm gonna say.... KD with hot dog chunks.”

Justin made a face. “That sounds absolutely awful.”

“Guys it won’t be that bad. Maybe he ordered pizza.” Of course that meant that Daniel would be making his own food tonight, but he’s used to it. As they walk up to the door, Daniel cocks his head, trying to identify the scents coming through the house. It definitely didn’t smell like hot dogs. Hesitantly he steps inside.

Heath was sprawled out on the couch, focused on whatever was on TV. “Hey guys, chow’s all done.”

“So, uh, what is there?” Justin asks.

Heath gestures vaguely towards the kitchen. “Green bean stew, Beef Wellington, a coupla steaks and some black bean vegan burgers. I already ate mine, Tarver, made yours medium-rare, that cool? It’s on the BBQ, should just be finishing now if you wanna grab it.”

“Thanks.” Tarver seems a little shellshocked, but he heads out anyway to grab his food.

“Green bean stew?” Justin echoes in disbelief. He looks over at the others. “Haven’t had that since I left home.” He all but sprints into the kitchen.

Heath doesn’t think much of his meals. Mostly he’d just followed recipes and videos on the internet. The stew is good and everything else seems all right. He just hopes the Wellington turns out. Granted, he wants everyone to be happy, but he does have a vested interest in the person who is eating the Wellington. He looks over at Wade, flashes him a small smile and simply says “I hope it’s good.”

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Post  slashburd on Mon Jul 04, 2011 7:39 pm

"Well I'll be the judge of that, masterchef. If it looks shit then Tarver had better be ready to defend his claim to that steak though."

Wade smiled at the man sprawled out on the sofa looking every bit the consummate housemate and cook. There was however something in the casual manner that made him want to press redial on the phone to see which takeout Heath had called or to go and rummage through the bins outside to check for the packaging he was sure lurked four carefully arranged layers down.

"Smells good. Better bloody taste it now Slater cos I'm starving." Wade called back towards the lounge as he strolled through to the kitchen, enjoying the smell of hot food as it flew up his nose and somehow managed to make his stomach rumble even harder. Through the oven door he peered, surprised to see a more than passable attempt at a Wellington. Leaning back against the counter he absent mindedly focused on the cooking pastry, wondering what his friends and family would be up to right at that moment.

In his heart Wade knew that his personality was as far as it was possible to be from that of the dapper English gent he was paid reasonably well to portrray. His heart also told him to stop short of telling Heath that Wellington might have been the dish of choice in the Home Counties but where he came from he would have been more likely to sit down to pie and chips. Chips. Not fries, not the pathetic efforts that he encountered in every shitty diner in every state he strayed into. Thick and golden planks of real potato, fresh out of the chippy fryer and showered in cheap malt vinegar and a near lethal amount of salt.

It was only the obscene noises coming from Justin that brought him back to earth. Wade missed home a lot but it was the cameraderie that he'd found with his stablemates that had finally started to make that part of the job more bearable. As the loud beep of the oven timer started to shrill through the kitchen he silently thanked Heath, touched by the effort to bring him a little piece of home. Pulling the oven door down he was hit by the smell of roasting beef and couldn't help but think that Heath might make someone a fine wife one day.

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Post  Writer Cath on Mon Jul 04, 2011 9:32 pm

Since everyone is in the kitchen, Heath doesn't mind Bogarting the couch, not one bit. He kicks his feet up on the arm of the chair, dropping his head down on a throw pillow that doesn't match anything else in the house and is a color that Heath is pretty sure doesn't exist in nature. He's pleasantly drowsy, partly from busting his ass in the kitchen, partly from a miniature food coma. He's kind of surprised at how satisfied he is by how happy everyone seems to be. That and nobody's hit the floor gagging, so it must all be edible. His eyes drift half closed and he drifts on the sounds of some generic buddy cop movie he's probably seen a dozen times before.

Daniel puts his black bean burger together and takes a bite. "Hey Heath," he calls out. "How much for you to cook every night?"

"More than your ass makes in a year."

Tarver chuckles, plowing through his steak with an efficiency that borders on alarming. "He ain't kidding. I mean hell, I'd chip in some roadkill or squirrel or whatever the hell you guys use for money down in West Virginia."

"That's right generous of you, Mikey. I wasn't sure you'd like the taste of opossum, but you seem to be takin' to it just fine." Heath thickens his accent to a ludicrous degree. He hears the clang of a fork hitting the plate and it's only then that he starts to chuckle. "Hook, line and sinker."

Tarver just shakes his head and goes back to his meal.

By the time Daniel is done, Justin's on his third bowl of stew. Daniel grabs the empty dishes and starts to clean up, setting them on the rack to dry. "Thanks Heath," he calls out before heading upstairs.

Justin walks over to the couch, tapping Heath on the arm. "My friend, you and me are going out. And the rest of the old men if they wanna join us. First round's on me. I'm gonna go get ready." Feeling light as air, Gabriel takes the steps three at a time. He's surprised at how energized he feels.

Heath mumbles his assent, then slowly gets to his feet. Not seeing Wade, he goes over to the freezer and pulls out one of their myriad of ice packs, putting it on his wrist. He leans against the fridge and closes his eyes, trying to will the throbbing pain to go away, at least for tonight. Once he downs a few drinks he's sure to forget all about it. Though to be honest, he's kind of feeling like one of the old men tonight. His head falls forward, thick strands of hair obscuring his eyes from the world.


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Post  slashburd on Wed Jul 06, 2011 5:55 pm

The porch at the back of the house often offered the solace and peace that Wade craved. Much as he enjoyed the noise and life of living in a group he was probably as much of a thinker as Daniel was. Sure, he didn't read comics or have aspirations of joining the Peace Corps but he certainly enjoyed time alone to digest both his life and his food.

With a stomach that was achingly full he was finding it difficult to move from the bench where he sat, legs up on the seat and his bare feet crossed. An empty plate rested on his lap, the almost transparent traces of a fine meat gravy the only clue that food had ever graced it. Wade looked up towards the back of the house and heard the noise of the water running through the open bathroom window coupled with the bad singing of another bad pop song.

“Hurry up Justin. Man, you take a decade to shower.”

“Look, I've got to get clean. I can't go looking for love smelling like your gym shorts.”

“Love? You serious? You don't know the-”

Even from as far away as the porch Wade could hear every word. That was up until the sound of the shower curtain being yanked back dominated the conversation and without looking he knew that Justin would be running naked and dripping wet through the upstairs of the house in hot pursuit of a terrified Tarver. Gay, straight or somewhere in between it was not in the slightest bit alluring to be chased by the incensed and soapy man with a fiery temper like no other.

With a slow shake of his head Wade forced himself to get up and off the bench, grateful for the services of a dishwasher to save him using up the last of the energy he had left. For reasons unknown to himself he'd pushed too hard in the gym over the previous few days and although his leg press weight was rocketing up his tiredness was rising in proportion to it.

Once his plate was safely deposited and the machine spitting and whirring away he turned his attention to the main part of the kitchen where he saw Heath stood alone, ice pressed to his still sore looking wrist. If anyone knew the frustration of niggling injuries it was Wade and he had every sympathy with Heath who was one of the most talented and enthusiastic of the new breed guys he knew.

Not sure whether to stand still or make his way across the tiled floor Wade decided to stay put, keeping his eyes fixed on the shock of red hair that cascaded around the pale face it framed. Something in him said that he should go and touch the sinfully shiny strands but the voice of reason overruled it and forbade the affectionate gesture. Instead he cleared his throat to make sure that his presence was noted and not likely to alarm his distant looking colleague.

“You alright Slater? How's the wrist?”

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Post  Writer Cath on Wed Jul 06, 2011 8:44 pm

When he hears Wade's voice, Heath glances up, shaking the hair out of his face. He starts to go into his usual braggart mode, almost indulging in his natural propensity to cut a promo before he knew what promos were. But around these guys, in this line of work, lying your way through an injury was kind of pointless. He'd hurt his wrist, there wasn't any way he could dance around that. "It's all right. Doc'll clear me tomorrow, so it's back to the grind. You know how it goes." Heath flashes him a bright smile. "Say, how was the Wellington dealie?"

Even as a kid, Heath was always looking for attention, be it a pat on the head for a job well done or riling up a crowd or picking a fight, it never really mattered which. He glances around the kitchen, relieved to see that for once, everyone has put their stuff away. He wouldn't mind if this cooking tradition gets implemented, not one bit.

Heath discards the ice pack, shaking out his wrist. As he turns to put it back in the freezer, he speaks up again. "You know, Barrett, when it's your turn to cook, you can't skimp out and order take-out. I'm a growing boy, I need my protein." As he sets it down, he spots a bag of frozen peas. He's not sure who they belong to, but it doesn't matter. Gripping the bag with his good hand, Heath pivots on his heel, chucking the vegetables at the unsuspecting Wade.

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Post  slashburd on Sat Jul 09, 2011 9:05 am

Quick reactions had fortunately been one of Wade's talents since he first stepped into a boxing ring at his local gym and learned to duck and feint with the best of them. The bag of peas miss him narrowly and for a split second his fury builds before he looks at the dejected expression that covers Heath's face. Turning around, he picks up the folorn looking bag of vegetables and makes his way over to Heath, keeping his intentions hidden as well as he can.

"The Wellington was good stuff, cleared my plate just like my Mum told me to as a lad. However Slater," Wade takes a chance and reaches out to catch Heath's injured wrist in his hand, the sharp movement much more harsh than the grip that eventually forms around it. "She also taught me to have manners too but before I got a chance to compliment the chef he hoiked a bag of bloody peas at me." Slowly he raises his other hand and presses the cold peas against Heath's wrist, curling the flexible bag around and holding it there.

For a moment he tenses and waits, not sure if he should expect a slap, punch or snide comment. With most of the guys in the house he realises that his manner is too much and that he comes across as too forthright. His formal Britishness is the polar opposite of the warm and cocky Southern demeanour of his colleague but all Wade can hope is that concern is something that translates across the boundaries.

"You need to take it easy. Never mind getting signed back to fitness, you bugger this wrist up and you'll end up like some of the others with a niggling injury that never gets better. And don't worry, I'll make sure you get three square meals a day. Growing boy like you Slater needs all the nutrition he can get...."

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Post  Writer Cath on Sat Jul 09, 2011 11:08 am

"Oh come on now, Wade, you made way too tempting of a target. The only reason I didn't hit ya is because I threw with my off hand. Still, I'm glad you liked it." Heath meets Wade's eyes and smiles slightly before his gaze drifts down to the frozen peas. His wrist is perfectly numb now, which is a definite improvement over the faint throbbing he'd been feeling for the past hour or so. But he's not thinking about his wrist right now. No, his mind is far more focused on the hand that's resting on top of the peas.

He's been in the ring with Wade a few times, spotted him at the gym, hell, lived with him. He's very familiar with Wade's hands. Hell, Wade's hands often feature prominently in his more scandalous thoughts. Wade has a fighter's hands, full of nicks and scars, little imperfections from using them too roughly on someone else's face. But Heath has also seen Wade's hands be gentle and meticulous too. He has nice handwriting, types gracefully; Wade's hands are full of contradiction and complexity, just like the rest of the Englishman.

It's just never seemed like the right time to make a move. Heath has been turned down before, sometimes in spectacular wine-to-the-face-then slapped fashion. It's not that he's never faced rejection, it's that he has a feeling that if Wade turned him down, no matter how gently, it'd be more devastating than most. On the surface, they have completely personalities, but opposites do attract and maybe there won't ever be a sitcom perfect moment to make his move. Maybe a bag of peas will be their ice breaker.

He licks his lips, stalling for time. After a moment, he glances up with only his eyes, watching Wade through red tinged lashes. "Well, Wade," he says slowly. He's never been all that great with words and he hopes this comes out better out loud than it sounds in his head. "What if I want more than nutrition?"

Once the words are out, Heath feels both elated and anxious. On one hand, the ball was now in Wade's court.... on the other, the ball was now in Wade's court. His breath catches a little and time seems to grind to a halt.

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Post  slashburd on Sat Jul 09, 2011 12:42 pm

There was nothing Wade hated more than not being sure of himself. The way the words tumbled from Heath's lips so easily made him want to believe that he was hearing them correctly, that the slow and deliberate delivery was a green light of sorts. Manners. That was his problem. In a split second he was thinking of all the advice Chris had given him about seizing chances, staking claims, acting now but remembering to apologise later if it was the wrong thing to do. Instead he was minded to wait for right moments that never came and bite a tongue that carried a wealth of unspoken words that could prove to be game changers if only he could say them.

He'd be a liar if he said that the way Heath's eyes angled up at him wasn't enough to start his stomach twisting. There was a lot of things he wanted to make sure his younger colleague got from him and yes, a decent diet would be one of them, but far from the most important.

"Slater, I'm not your nutritionist. You know that. I am however a man of many talents, some more desirable than others of course. Now if you want me to make some recommendations as to things which might help you feel better then," Wade waited a moment to try and get a read on Heath's reactions, finding nothing much there to help him other than the fact that they were both breathing abnormally quickly. "I have some suggestions but they're nothing to do with vegetables or wrestling either."

Slowly Wade uncurled his fingers and threw the softening bag of peas onto the counter top. He then cradled Heath's hand in the palm of his, noting the difference in size and appearance and hoping that the slight callousing of his finger joints would go unnoticed. With his other hand he stroked up and down the soft skin of the pale inner forearm that stretched out before him, careful to avoid the part that showed the last of the brusing from Heath's wrist injury. He looked down so he didn't have to look at Heath, knowing his next words were delving dangerously deep into that unspoken territory.

"What can I give you more than nutrition?"

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Post  Writer Cath on Sat Jul 09, 2011 2:01 pm

Hearing Wade talk about the other talents he possesses causes a multitude of replies to fall from his lips. Most of them are crude or too suggestive for this moment, and he actually has to bite down on the tip of his tongue to keep from expressing them.

And somehow the son of a bitch had made placed the heavy burden of their sexual tension back on Heath's shoulders. He feels it like a physical weight holding his head down, keeping his eyes locked on Wade's hands. They've had a few moments like this before. He's familiar with the intense attraction between them. It's always been interrupted or broken up by one of them saying the wrong thing or chickening out with a joke or a weak insult. And every time one of these moments pops up and fizzles out, Heath has a quiet little freak out that that time was the last time.

He likes bantering with Wade. Trading insults with him was often the only thing that livened up a long car trip. He doesn't want to lose that. But at the same time, Heath wants more. He wants a lot more but he doesn't want to lose what they have already.

But he's tired of the freak outs. He's tired of the worrying. He's tired of this little dance.

Wade's always been better with words. More often than not, the Brit can win their little verbal battles without putting much effort into it. Heath doesn't mind that; hell, he has tremendous respect for the man's intelligence. All the words that Heath want to say are getting garbled in his head and he's sure that if he tried to say something right now, it would come out as a string of idiotic babbling. Maybe the time for words has come and gone. Maybe it's time for action. He just hopes to hell that his next action doesn't lead Wade to knock him on his ass.

He takes a deep breath and holds it. The army of words suddenly stutters to a halt.

Heath cups the back of Wade's neck, yanking him close for a kiss.

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Post  slashburd on Sun Jul 10, 2011 6:32 pm

Time seems to have stopped by the time Heath's hand is heading past his face. Smart arse replies are lining themselves up by the dozen to be the verbal parry to Heath's rejection of his suggestive line but they fall by the wayside when Wade's brain finally registers what is going to happen. There isn't time to close his eyes or savour that first kiss thrill. Warm lips are pressing against his own, fingertips are digging into the back of his neck.

As the kiss turns from a surprise into something more mutual Wade can't help but hold back a little. In his mind there's a fine line between joining in and taking over. Although he doesn't object to the sensation or the man providing him with it there's a line he doesn't want to cross just yet. Letting his hand fall slowly from under Heath's he instead reaches around and sits it on the slender denim clad waist of the smaller man. With their heads tilting he can feel the loose copper hairs brushing against his forehead and although it tickles it feels good at the same time.

It's not long before his grip is tightening at the same pace of the hand around his neck. In the kiss there's a desperation, something that he's sure is key in keeping them both there in that moment. To stop opens the can of worms that their recent past has become, neither of them willing to risk looking a fool to bring an end to their games. To stop also means to risk excuses and awkwardness when neither of them know what to say. To stop would be criminal from Wade's point of view because he's not sure when he last felt that alive.

It isn't until his lungs start to ache and he's conscious of the warmth between them that Wade thinks about drawing back, no matter what the consequences. The clangs and bangs of the others upstairs preparing for their night on the town haven't escaped his attention and he himself doesn't know if it's a terrible thing if they're caught. Then there would be nowhere to hide about the truth and less of a chance of going back to the same awkwardness and casual flirting that's brought them to where they are.

That place is kissing. Kissing each other in the kitchen. Kissing with passion. With fire.

Wade consciously balls his free hand into a fist to stop it from finding a way to grab a handful of hair, of ass; in fact of anything that might take them to that step beyond friendship before he can be sure that Heath wants it as much as he does. From head to toe he feels tuned in and turned on and he's sure that nobody finds that as exciting or terrifying as he does.

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Post  Writer Cath on Sun Jul 10, 2011 7:07 pm

"Hey, Heath-"

Heath mutters a curse against Wade's lips as Justin's aborted shout registers over the blood rushing in his ears. On the plus side, he's pretty sure it's not physically possible for him to blush any deeper than he is right now. Still breathing hard from a combination of oxygen deprivation and finally going for something he's been after for ages, Heath glances over at Justin. The South African is wearing a combination of silver, white and black that would be unbelievably gaudy on anyone else, but he manages to pull it off somehow. And it's then that he realizes that Justin is not alone and Daniel is standing next to him, in a pair of jeans and a simple Polo shirt.

Maybe his sudden focus on clothes is a result of him trying to think about anything else aside from the compromising position he's been caught in. The whole situation isn't exactly scandalous, but it's still not quite how Heath would have wanted to get the ball rolling on whatever the hell is going to happen with Wade next.

"Well," Justin says. "It looks like you two are staying in tonight."

"Freaking finally," Daniel mutters, shaking his head. "I was about ready to lock you guys in the closet."

"You and what army?" Heath scoffs. It occurs to him that he's still got his arms around Wade and judging by the warmth on his hip, Wade hasn't budged yet either.

Daniel just gives him one of those mysterious little smiles that reminds Heath that Daniel Bryan isn't quite as naive as everyone seems to think he is. "At least you two had the decency to pick my night in the betting pool." He's been meaning to refresh his book collection, after all.

Justin curses softly. "It is, isn't it? C'mon then."

Quicker than a blink the two of them are gone and it's back to just being Wade and Heath and whatever is in between them. The house seems unbearably still all of the sudden. This is that exit point that one of them always takes advantage of, to back off and pretend they're just friends and that neither of them wants more. Their kiss has made him bold. He's been holding off on a relationship for a long time now, preferring to get his career on track. Now that he's secure in what he's doing and where they're going, other priorities are taking precedent in his mind.

Heath's pale eyes glance down at Wade's hand, then back into those dark eyes. "C'mon now, Wade," he murmurs. Heath has made up his mind that he wants to go forward with this, but Wade could still smack him out of the sky and this moment would pass them by like all the others. "You've got two hands. Ain't you gonna use 'em?"



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Post  slashburd on Wed Jul 13, 2011 6:48 pm

One of the sayings that Wade relied on in a lot of situations was something often said by his rather mischievous grandfather. A good man who had influenced the youngster who sat on his knee and convinced him that there was never a good reason not to follow a dream if it didn't hurt anyone dear to him. Having once caught a young Wade taking a hefty slice out of a cake that was reserved for tea time the pearl of wisdom had been imparted and absorbed forever.

"Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb."

Wade often thought back to his grandfather lopping off a wedge for himself and quietly shuffling off into the potting shed. They'd both had a sound telling off from his Gran but the cake was delicious and he was forgiven by bedtime. An early example of what he could get away with led Wade to believe that if something was there for the taking then it was either rude or foolish to turn it down.

That said he was rather impressed with himself for not bolting when Justin had showed up and caught them. His natural reactions told him to move away and act natural but the truth was that the firm body pressed against his was too good to walk away from. It was easier to stay put once it became clear that the tension between him and Heath was not imaginary and indeed was on the radar of everyone else sharing the house with them. At that point his heart rate had slowed back to normal and his clenched fingers unfurled into a friendlier looking position.

Turning his attention back to Heath he notices the delberate eye movements and is sure he can detect the smallest curve at the edge of the pursed lips. When the words follow he knows that the green light has just gone on and that if he wants to grab and grope then he won't be laughed at or turned away. If he wants to suggest that they take it somewhere more comfortable there's a decent chance that he could get Heath out of those clothes before Justin and Daniel are through the electric gates. There's no complacency in his thoughts, just something firm pressing into his hip that acts as confirmation that his desires are reciprocated.

"Well, well, well Heath. I had no idea you could be so brazen, although given that you kissed me first I suppose I should know you're not that innocent after all."

Before Heath has the chance to open his mouth Wade lifts his hand as if to stop any words that may interrupt him. That hand then disappears behind Heath's back, sliding down from shoulder height and stopping when the pert bump of a denim clad backside is in Wade's palm.

"Now these hands are very willing to show you what they can do," Wade pauses briefly to squeeze firmly before rubbing in circles, every movement bringing their bodies closer together than before. In the dead quiet he can hear them both breathing alongside the loud rumble of blood in his ears. He wants Heath badly and every nerve ending is super charged and ready to go. He chooses his words carefully, still mindful that things could go wrong. "And I'm more than happy to let them do that but are you sure that's truly what you want?"

He's asked the question but Wade knows how to load the answer. Breaking their eye contact he tilts his head and leans forward, missing the waiting lips and instead pressing his to the side of Heath's neck. The kisses are small and relatively chaste but warm and plentiful. All he wants is to try and ensure that in the morning there won't be the kind of awkwardness that is going to make one of them move out. Heath means enough to him already and there's room for that to grow into so much more but Wade needs to ask and has to know before he takes the risk.

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Post  Writer Cath on Wed Jul 13, 2011 8:43 pm

Every time he tries to come up with a smartass answer, Wade's mouth or hands do something that draws nothing more than an approving "Mmmm," from Heath's lips. He tilts his head back, bumping it lightly against the freezer door, but it's certainly not enough to make a fuss about. He takes a half step back so he doesn't lose his balance and without looking, he can feel Wade's body falling into step with his own. They're so close now, it's like they're sharing the same air.

It's funny, this feels okay now. "Mmmm," more than okay, really. The attraction is mutual, they've been caught and accepted, all that's left is to take things to the next level. Heath has almost no doubt now. The first kiss was the biggest hurdle for him, but that was done with. Heath isn't the kind of guy who wants to dwell on the future. He'd rather savor what's happening right now than worry how it'll affect stuff that hasn't even happened yet. Better to have some amazing memories than look back on life with regrets.

His fingers tunnel through that thick black hair and he doesn't mind the stickiness of whatever product is in there. His fingers comb through Wade's hair again and he doesn't really care if he's messing up that carefully styled look. Hair has always been important to Heath, both his own and whoever he's eyeing at the moment. Wade's hair had caught his attention immediately. The impeccable style, the meticulous placement of nearly every strand, it told Heath a lot.

Still, there is a lot more of Wade that he's interested in touching. Heath's fingers drift lower, his blunt fingernails lightly raking along the nape of Wade's neck. The slight tensing of Wade's muscles under his hands is just intriguing enough for Heath to repeat the gesture with slightly more force.

He remembers some girl in his final year in high school. All he wanted was a little action, but she kept trying to see if they were compatible, making him take some stupid test out of some chick's magazine. As he recalls, he didn't even get any action out of that anyway. Heath has always preferred the more hands-on approach when it comes to this kind of thing. Why talk it out? It's a lot more fun to read body language, to find what makes his partner tick. He wants to know everything about Wade. Sure, in his fantasies, Wade is willing and able to do anything Heath wants, but he wants to know the real thing. And now that he's got the real thing in his arms, Heath refuses to do things in half measures.

His hand drifts lower, down the thickly muscled back, across his hip, then up under his shirt. For all the times he's wrestled Wade, worked with him, shared a change room, this sudden touch of bare skin against his palms makes him gasp.

And then he realizes that he hasn't answered Wade's question. Heath licks his lips. He doesn't want there to be any doubt with his answer. "I want you, Wade."

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Post  slashburd on Fri Jul 15, 2011 5:38 pm

There's something about the way Heath uses his hands that makes Wade feel as if control is about to become nothing more than a word he once knew. Although Heath's hands are smaller and his hair flops around it comes as a surprise that his touch isn't gentler, or as Wade has often wondered, almost like that of a woman. Instead it's curled and hard fingertips that dig into his skin, the muscle underneath resisting the force that they attack him with. Daring to rock his hips forward he feels the grip around him tightening and in turn the handful of ass he has gets an overly firm squeeze.

His teeth find the soft patch of skin between neck and shoulder and worry it, lips latching on as he hears the soft noises that seem to confirm that he's doing something right. Ideally he would like to make those noises get louder and somewhat sleazier, reminded of the script that he often played over and over in his head. Cursing and guttural groaning were what Wade wanted from Heath, the marks of desperate neediness for more, for deeper, for faster.

"Well if I'm what you want and you seem to ask so nicely, it'd be rude of me not to oblige."

As Wade pulls back he sees the lust in the younger man's expression which is an ego boost to say the least. What had kept him from making a move before was the notion that he wasn't what Heath wanted, that he didn't have the lithe body and designer hair that was expected of them all. He was all man, more rough and ready than tarted up and trendy. If he got the chance to wrap his hand around what he imagined to be the impressive erection that lurked in Heath's jeans then it wouldn't be romantic. It would be animalistic, wild and hopefully culminating in his being deep inside his friend and colleague as their bodies moved in time together. That's how the daydreams and fantasies went down, he had no idea if his moves in real life could match up but found himself increasingly anxious to find out.

Taking a half step back opens up a gap between their bodies and Wade slides a hand into the space, palm facing Heath's bulging crotch as he reaches forward and grasps at the sensitive area. A smile crosses his face as he watches the reaction he gets although he's careful not to smile too long. In years gone by numerous promoters, cameramen and even friends had pointed out how his snerky grin made the lumps and bumps in his nose all the more obvious. With the fingers of his free hand he strokes down Heath's face and feels the heat of the glowing pink skin beneath them. Soft and smooth skin with only a bare trace of a downy stubble greets his touch and he leans down to plant a small kiss on the parted lips, speaking against them without moving away.

"I'm going to make you call my name like it's the only word you know. So, shall we take this somewhere more comfortable? I don't want you to bang your bloody head again before I get the chance to show you what we've both been missing...."

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Post  Writer Cath on Fri Jul 15, 2011 6:04 pm

Wade's grip is just hard enough, it lets him know what he's in for and luckily, it's exactly what he always wanted. Heath never pictured romantic candle lit dinners with Wade, soft, sweet movie style lovemaking. It was always as rough and tumble as the two of them are. Wade's touch makes Heath throw his head back again, banging it against the fridge door hard enough to make his teeth rattle, but he really doesn't give a damn. "Seems like we've been talkin' about this forever, Wade. I'm through talking." He leans in again, bucking his hips into the Englishman's hand, then lunging forward, stealing another kiss from his lips. Heath isn't gentle. He rarely is.

Without waiting for an answer, he makes his way upstairs, though, as he glances back down into the living room, he realizes he doesn't even remember the trip. Seconds later, he's in his room, the second from the left. It's only after a few moments pass that he realizes Wade hasn't joined him yet. Wondering if this is some really cruel twist in their games, Heath glances out the door and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees Wade coming up the stairs. The fleeting moment of doubt passes and he quickly scans his room.

It's clean enough, much tidier than Justin's, but not as obsessive as Daniel. The only things on his bed are the jeans and T-shirt he'd been cooking in earlier, splattered with flour, stew and pretty much whatever other ingredients he'd used. He picks them up hurriedly and tosses them into the hamper in his closet. "Move your ass, Barrett." Heath feels like he's moving in double time, as if everyone is under water except him. "I don't have all night."

As he goes to shut the door, his hand brushes something soft and he looks over at the jacket to the only suit he owns. With a mischievous grin, he slips it on. If he and Wade are going at it, it seems appropriate to be as dapper as possible when the Englishman gets here.

After what feels like hours, Wade finally comes into the room. Any pithy pose or one liner he'd had gets tossed out the window. Heath all but pounces the bigger man, pushing him up against the wall before the door finishes. He doesn't want to talk anymore. Right now he wants Wade, preferably naked, right now.

He breaks the kiss, impatiently tugging Wade's shirt up and off, tossing it behind his shoulder. So far as Heath's concerned, it's one less obstacle between him and what he wants. He kisses Wade again and his hands are relentless against the other man's torso, feeling him out, exploring, scratching lightly or crudely pawing at him. Heath is in no mood to be a seducer. As far as he's concerned, they've been seducing each other for months. He returns the favor from earlier, gripping Wade between the legs, his palm lightly circling the prominent bulge that it encounters. "Mmm, Wade," he murmurs against the other man's lips.

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Post  slashburd on Wed Jul 20, 2011 7:41 pm

Watching Heath disappear upstairs had been some kind of reality check for Wade. He spent a moment with his hand propped on the handrail before he could bring himself to go up. It was nothing to do with not wanting to follow and he certainly needed to work off some of the frustration and tension that had been building between them for months. For a second Wade found himself with an intense anxiety about what Heath might be expecting. Stupid thoughts about performance, stamina and technique gave him the jitters, knowing full well his moves were limited and not well practised of late.

With a deep breath he started up the stairs, slightly concerned by the rumbling and banging he could hear coming from a door beyond the landing. A smile crossed his face as his mind presented a ridiculous slideshow of what might be waiting for him; anything from a bunny girl costume to some kind of hardcore leather and metal combination outfit. He knew nothing of Heath's likes and dislikes beyond their shared dislike of men with full beards which was entirely Justin's fault anyway. As he reached the top and his hand came to hover above the handle he turned and slipped into his own room, grabbing condoms and lube from his top drawer before turning on his heel and heading for Heath.

The literal assault facing Wade when he got to the other side of the door was hardly a surprise. One glimpse of Heath all dressed up was enough to make more than his groin ache. His stomach flipped over when soft fabric hit his skin before Heath's hand did and the force with which he hit the wall would've taken his breath away if it hadn't been almost gone already. Once the grip forms around the aching bulge in his jeans he finds himself briefly forced to recite the Preston North End first team that played Cardiff last Saturday, knowing he's close to exploding if one more red scratch mark is created on his chest.

"I'll give you 'Mmmm bloody Wade'...."

With an unintentionally cold smirk Wade grabs Heath's wrists and backs them both away from the wall, hoping there's no low level objects between them and the bed. Once they're within reach he lets go briefly and almost tears the suit jacket off, glad that Heath only decided to slip on a loose dress shirt underneath it. The only button that holds the shirt in place is soon nothing more than a tiddlywink on the ground and Heath is flying back onto the bed, his arms bound by the strained shirt.

Wade stands above with a lustful expression etched deep into the curve of his smile, his eyes warming as he sees the way the suit trousers have slipped slightly, exposing the barely tanned expanse of skin where underwear should normally sit. "Should've known you were the kind that would go commando Slater," Reaching down with one hand Wade undoes the button and pulls the freely sliding zip apart. "I also should've done this months ago, eh?" Keeping his gaze fixed on the younger man's face he slips his hand into the warm confines of the impeccably cut trousers and finds his target, curling his fingers into a loose fist and slowly moving it up and down.

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Post  Writer Cath on Wed Jul 20, 2011 8:28 pm

The sound Heath makes when Wade's hand curls around him sounds foreign to his ears. It's whimpery, wanton and downright sleazy. He's damn sure he's never made it before. Must be the company he's keeping. His hips buck up sharply as if magnetized to Wade's fingers. His eyes fall shut and he throws his head back. With his lips parted and his face flushed and gleaming with sweat, Heath is sure he's the picture of carnal desire right now.

But really, who could blame him? Heath rocks up into Wade's hand, biting down on his lower lip to muffle any other noises that Wade might provoke. Heath squirms a little, trying to get his shirt off so he can free his hands. The light restraint is making the encounter even more intense. Heath finally manages to open his eyes. He's pleased to see that Wade doesn't seem as calm and collected as he usually is.

Their fleeting eye contact gives Heath enough time to gather his thoughts enough to speak again. "Goddamn right we shoulda done this months ago. Fuckin' tease."

He continues to wriggle and squirm, trying to get his hands free. Being freely touched and groped and - "Fuckin' hell do that again!" - without returning the favor is something new to Heath. He always gives as good as he gets. The idea of simply being passive and letting stuff happen was not in his nature, not in life, damn sure not in bed. Normally he'd be able to shrug out of the shirt no problem, but in the back of his mind, he's still trying to be careful with his wrist, though it's less of a concern.

And it's not that he doesn't trust Wade, that's not it at all.

It's that Heath doesn't trust the look in Wade's eyes.

But that nervousness, the thoughts of his wrist, indeed, most coherent thought is being erased by the second. Soon his whole world narrows down to the sinful movements of Wade's hand and the decadent look in his eyes. Momentarily giving up the struggle to free himself, Heath falls back with a groan, spreading his legs a little wider, rocking up in time with the other man's grip.

The moment he relaxes, Heath's left wrist falls free of its confines, the cuff giving away. As if jolted by a live wire, Heath lunges back up, cupping the nape of Wade's neck again, wrangling him close for another kiss. He continues to thrust eagerly against Wade's hand and he nips at the tongue that slips into his mouth. Wade's earlier proclamation comes to his mind and it's most definitely coming true. "Wade," he murmurs desperately, eagerly. He's not entirely sure what he wants, all he knows is that Wade's the only one who can give it to him.

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Post  slashburd on Sat Jul 23, 2011 9:06 am

Wade knows that if his heart carries on beating as fast as his hand is moving that they're not going to get very far. All he wants is more of the moans and groans that Heath is freely parting with. Every single one connects somewhere deep inside his brain and makes him want to see the jerky hip movements all the more. He himself is pretty far gone, knowing there's little other than a natural disaster that can stop them now. There's no thought of how badly his hair is ruffled or how obvious his bulge is now that every bit of blood in his body appears to have rushed there.

When he sees that Heath has slipped his shirt off completely he gets a half second to appreciate the skilfully toned physique that was hiding beneath it. There's nothing veiny and unattractive about the Southerner. Every muscle is defined but only lightly tanned, the redness in his skin the sign of heat and passion rather than three minutes too long in the tanning salon for a change. The pale nipples have flushed and gone exceptionally hard, so much so that Wade wants to reach out and touch them. Before he has a chance to decide what to do Heath's lips are smashed against his own, literally stealing his breath for a second until he realises what's going on.

Hearing his name is an aphrodisiac to Wade and he kisses back ravenously. All the months of restraint have been time wasted that he has to make up for. Deliberately he slows his hand, conscious of the ragged breaths that blow down Heath's nose against his cheek. Something tells him that it would a badly named anti-climax if it was all over before it really had a chance to begin. Pulling back from the kiss he looks at Heath's confused expression but gives a look he hopes will answer the question that is forming on the parted and kiss-bruised lips.

Releasing his grip, Wade grasps the fabric of the dress trousers and pulls at them, impressed when Heath's hips raise up from the bed in a silent understanding. He pulls them down the muscled legs and deposits them in a heap on the floor then stands up straight and undoes his jeans. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxer shorts he slides both garments down and kicks them off, standing with one hand hung loosely at his side, the other stroking the shaft that stands achingly upright against his torso.

"So Slater, how's about we see just how mouthy you can be? You've been dead keen on reading me the riot act tonight, 'move my arse' this, 'get a move on' that. Why don't you show me what I've been missing out on all this time?"

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Post  Writer Cath on Sat Jul 23, 2011 9:56 am

Even in a situation like this, right on the verge of getting someone he's wanted for so long, Heath simply can't resist the opportunity to be an unrepentant smartass. "If you're not aware of how good I can be with my mouth," Heath thickens his accent slightly beyond its normal parameters, "Maybe you haven't been paying attention."

Now that this is finally happening and there will be no interruptions, Heath actually feels a certain level of calm settle over him. Nothing is going to stop this. The break from the intense kissing and groping is letting him get his scattered wits back together. God knows he needs it, because he was probably a few seconds away from putting an embarrassingly early end to this.

He pauses for a moment, watching the movement of Wade's hand against himself. After taking his moment to enjoy the free show, Heath stands up. This time, the kiss is slow, it's exploratory. As silly as it seems, he wants Wade to know that this is more than just a way to get his rocks off. In all the time they've known each other, Wade means a lot more to him than that.

Still, there will be time to deal with all that mushy stuff later. Heath ends the kiss with a teasing nip to that tempting lower lip, then presses a series of open mouthed kisses against Wade's neck before starting a warm, wet trail downward. One hand rests on Wade's hip, the other joins the stroking one, splaying his fingers on top of Wade's, learning his rhythm.

Quicker than expected, Heath finds himself on his knees. He licks his lips nervously, trying to draw on that calm he'd been feeling just a few minutes earlier. He presses one last kiss to Wade's hip. There probably ought to be more words, maybe a quick one-liner, but for once, he can't think of any.

With a simple tightening across Wade's wrist, he's able to nudge their hands aside. The redhead takes a deep breath, wrapping his lips around the head. Heath has always enjoyed this act, receiving and giving. There's a certain power in it, provoking responses, making his partner lose control. He starts bobbing lightly, sinking a little more into his mouth each time. What he can't take, he strokes, unconsciously employing the same rhythm Wade had earlier.

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Post  slashburd on Sat Jul 23, 2011 12:12 pm

Whether looking forward or looking down, Wade finds it hard to believe just where he's stood and what's going on. Already the warm, wet and incredibly talented mouth is better than he ever imagined and the way the wild hair catches his thighs feels ticklish but incredibly sensual. Unable to resist he lets his redundant hand cup the back of Heath's head, fingers threading through the coppery burst of hair. He doesn't use any pressure, he doesn't need to. The rhythmic bobbing is more than fast enough and the skilled tongue is leaving no parts undiscovered.

When the back of Heath's throat comes into contact with the sensitive skin at the head of his cock it's all Wade can to do stay on two feet. Soft swallowing actions mimic the clenching and tensing of another set of muscles and for a second lights start to sparkle at the corners of his screwed shut eyes. He concludes internally that in every way Heath lives up to his own hype; in the ring, on the mic, as a friend and defintely as a lover.

"Fucking hell... where'd you learn to do," Wade pants hard as he feels his legs start to get weaker. "That? Fuck, Jesus...." His words fade off into nothing other than an obscene groan, one that he's sure makes it clear that whatever is happening beneath his waist is everything he could have imagined and so much more. Unable to help himself Wade thrusts forward once or twice, shallowly enough so that not much more of his shaft intrudes between the slicked lips. God only knows he doesn't want to stop but the urge to piston his hips forward gets too much. Wade knows that if he doesn't do something then Heath is about to get more than he might have bargained for.

Untangling his hand from Heath's hair he cups it around the younger man's chin, stroking the soft skin with his thumb as he pulls out of the wet mouth. It soon seems that his disappointment in having to stop is something Heath feels too, his head hung down and eyes obviously facing the floor. Unable to keep on his feet much longer Wade takes a step back and sits down on the edge of the bed, struck by the way his cock is still twitching and aching for a return to where it's just been.

"Alright. I'll give you credit for that one. Nice mouth, very nice in fact. Thing is that I don't just want your mouth." Wade leans down and puts his finger under Heath's chin, wanting to see the face of the man who had made him feel like he was more alive than he had been in years, let alone months. "If you want to give it to me, I want it all. I want you Heath, every way in the book, every book on the shelf. Hard, rough, soft, slow. You name it, I want it. With you." He waits to see if Heath will let his head be tilted upwards, nervous that he's said too much but driven on by the electricity in the air that he hopes will spark and spur them on.

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Post  Writer Cath on Sat Jul 23, 2011 12:49 pm

Heath licks his lips, then raises his eyes up to meet Wade's. Without meaning to, he nuzzles his cheek against Wade's palm. It amazes him that even in this situation, Wade's able to come up with something that sounds so eloquent. Every response Heath comes up with in his head seems downright hickish in comparison. Hell, he's not even sure hickish is a word.

Usually Heath has no problem talking. Even if it's not as clever as Wade's verbiage, he can come up with a shot or response without much trouble. Not this time. The redhead is sure Wade would get a good laugh at how much Heath is over thinking his response in this situation. He'd probably say something like "Over thinking? Since when have you ever had a thought running through that ginger brain of yours?" Of course, he'd probably say it in a much more classy, British... a much more Wade way.

Over thinking, he was definitely over thinking. Time to stop thinking. Heath rises slowly, standing in between Wade's spread legs. He leans in, pressing his lips to Wade's once again. He cups Wade's cheek and as the first kiss turns into many, many more, Heath finally feels the lingering nervousness fade away. He intends to throw everything he has into this experience. "I want everything, Wade." He murmurs.

He doesn't remember moving, but soon Wade is sprawled on the bed and Heath is on top of him, still kissing, still touching. "Let's just see where the mood takes us?" Heath offers idly, nibbling a path down the cord of Wade's neck, pausing in that spot where neck and shoulder meet.

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Post  slashburd on Fri Jul 29, 2011 4:54 pm

It's a mystery to Wade how he's ended up sprawled out on the bed with the pleasant weight of the lithe body pressed across his hips. The warmth is enveloping as Heath's chest presses close to his own, all reasonable thought escaping him as the kisses pepper the side of his neck. Romance hadn't been the top of his list after being propositioned but the tenderness in the attention hadn't gone unnoticed.

His natural reaction is to let his hands roam and explore but they gravitate towards the firm, fleshy cheeks of the arse he's done nothing but stare at and dream about for months. Letting his large palms cover a lot of the bare skin he presses his fingertips into the barely giving muscle and lifts his hips up and down gently but rhythmically. Wade knows that his shaft is still slicked with spit and is tempted to throw caution to the wind and push his luck further than it's ever been. He knows Heath, knows the man's life story and feels sure that there isn't anything really at risk but at the last moment he stops his rocking, panting the words he knows he has to say.

"Slater.... you, you got anything? I mean... bloody hell," Heath's teeth dig deeper into his skin and it makes Wade thrust up hard, the two columns of hard flesh between them meeting and rubbing together. "You know, if you want to. No... no obligations. I mean, well, we can wait but-"

As the last syllables try to escape his lips Wade realises that if he doesn't get the answer they both need that he's ready to drive to the store around the corner and humiliate himself in front of the teenage counter staff just to get the necessary supplies. Sensing the urgency of the fire in his belly Wade twists his hand into the long hair, tugging slightly until their lips are melded together and kissing forcefully. In a break for breath he groans lowly and waits for a reply, sure he's never wanted to hear that heavy Southern twang more in his life.

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Post  Writer Cath on Fri Jul 29, 2011 5:16 pm

Amid all of the grinding, touching and kissing, it takes Heath a moment to realize what Wade's getting at. Yes, having to stop for supplies would most definitely put a crimp in the evening. Oh, he's sure they could get back in the mood quick enough, but why wait? Heath's mind races and his brow furrows the way it always does when faced with a difficult problem. Yeah, he could always raid Justin's room, but ... but wait... yes! He pulls away from the kiss, leaning in to whisper against Wade's ear. "It's your lucky night." He can't help but laugh at the cheesiness of the line, "in more ways than one."

His mother had instilled a certain, low level terror regarding expiry dates. Anything that was more than a day past expiry got tossed. Though it wasn't like food in this house ever lasted that long. Still, having noticed that some of his supplies had rather embarrassingly gone unused, Heath had tossed them two weeks ago and bought some new stuff.

Not bothering to mask his sigh of relief, Heath rises up to a kneeling position, still bracketing Wade's hips. It's an awkward stretch over to his nightstand, but he manages to find the brand new container. The ensuing struggle with the plastic wrap is not dignified and definitely not sexy, but with a little cursing and gnawing, he finally gets it open.

Heath scoots back further, nearly jumping when he finally cracks the lid for the first time. He pours some of the cool gel into his hands, warming it between his fingers. Once it's at an acceptable temperature, Heath curls his fingers around Wade's cock again, working the lube into it. Heath has no problem switching it up, top or bottom, depending on his partner, the day, whatever. He's usually game for anything, but this just seems natural.

His brow remains furrowed, his attention focused completely on the task at hand.

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Post  slashburd on Sat Jul 30, 2011 6:15 am

There's a relief in his quiet sigh that Wade is sure is noticeable. His relief goes beyond the hassle it would've been if he'd had to disguse his raging erection just to go to the shops. It means that there's no way out and no way back. The electricity in the air can carry on coarsing and making him feel that the merry dance that has swept them along for so long is finally over. It's hard for him to look at Heath, legs spread and arousal clear, and see anything other than the supple and enthusiastic lover that has haunted his dreams.

The position is different but otherwise it's just as he imagined the moment it would be. He long sensed that he would be the dominant one in the beginning but not always. If there was anyone he thought he could trust to take him in a way he hadn't been before it was Heath. Wade knew that once they had crossed that long-blurred line from friends to something more that he wouldn't be on top for long. Many people had Heath pegged as a fairly laid back character but they couldn't be further from the truth.

As the hand carried on working at him Wade covered it with his own, enjoying the sight of the head pushing through the gap at the end of their joined fist. "If you like that half as much as I do then you're about to make a bit of a mess all over me Slater. Don't think I've waited all this time to get you naked just to swap hand jobs." His tone was light but surprisingly breathy and a marker of just how close he was getting.

After holding onto Heath's hand when they were on the upswing he made a swift shift of his hips, releasing himself from their grip. Wade moved them both to one side of the bed and then rolled over, his thick thighs staying between Heath's muscular but spread ones. The moment he had his palms flat to the bed Wade rocked his hips back and forth, sure that the soft flesh he felt was that at the cleft of Heath's arse. All his thoughts consisted of the imagined sensation of being inside the tight space and he tried looking into the usually bright eyes for permission. Instead he saw that they were closed and the prominent Adam's Apple undulating with a hard gulp. Maybe he had read it all wrong and his toes began to curl at the mere thought.

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After waiting for so long, Heath figured he'd be all about getting down to the nitty gritty as soon as possible, but he finds himself hesitating. He's had this built up in his mind for so long that he can't help but feel a little nervous. Heath usually has no shortage of self confidence, but he feels uncertain right now. What if this doesn't live up to his standards.... more importantly, what if this doesn't live up to Wade's standards?

The moment is stretching out and the sound of their breathing is getting deafening. He shifts his hips a little, feeling Wade's unmistakable arousal against his skin. That is certainly not helping him think straight. He swallows again, then licks his lips. Heath forces his eyes open, not sure what expression is about to greet him: smugness at finally capturing his quarry, impatience. at not getting the green light ... with Wade it could be just about anything.

Instead, Heath is caught off guard by the concern in those dark eyes. Wade doesn't seem pissed that they haven't started yet or any of the negative things often associated with the Englishman. Heath is suddenly glad this isn't some drunken, fumbling encounter. They're both clear-eyed, thinking rationally. This isn't some haphazard encounter that they might regret in the morning. At least, Heath knows damn well he won't regret this. He smiles shakily, though he can feel the blush creeping up his cheeks once again.

"It's been a while since I've done this," he admits. "So take it easy at first." Once that little confession is out of the way, a smirk settles on his lips. "But don't take all night, Barrett." He cranes his neck, kissing him lightly on the lips.


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