Aftermath

Heath usually loves traveling with the other members of the Corre, but after that rotten punch he'd taken from the Big Show, he's glad for a little alone time. The dull buzz of the hotel bar provides some nice white noise and he doesn't have to work his sore jaw to talk to anyone. Though usually he has no problem filling the air with chatter.

Tonight he's in the mood for some nice, quiet time. He stretches his legs out across the bar seat, the denim of his black jeans rustling quietly against his legs. Heath orders another beer, then tips his head back, letting his eyes drift half closed. As the minutes tick by, he actually finds himself reversing his position, wishing for a little company.

John walked through the door of the bar, tears running down his face as he went. He just wanted a drink, and pass out from all the pain. "W-White Russian." He ordered, sniffing slightly and buried his face in his hands, not noticing Heath next to him.

Heath's brow furrows; that voice sounds a little familiar. He straightens up in his seat, accepting his beer from the waitress with a fainter version of his usual grin. Heath knows he's not the smartest guy in the world, but he knows that trying to crack a full grin with a sore jaw was not a good idea.

He shakes himself out of his thoughts, opening his eyes, glancing over at his co-worker. "Hey," he says with a smile, clapping him familiarly on the back, not noticing the tears at first. "How's it going, John?"

John looked up at Heath, revealing his tears. "Horrible." he whispered, staring back down at his drink.

"Awww," Heath puts a friendly hand on his back. "C'mon now, cheer up. Can't be that bad. What happened?" He takes another sip of his drink, then hisses in pain. "'scuse me," he addresses the bartender. "You don't happen to have an ice pack do you?"

John gave a watery chuckle before turnign to Heath. "If you must know... Matt broke up with me... after two years, he broke up with me..." He cried, his head falling against the bar table.

Heath nods; "That's pretty harsh, dude. Sorry to hear it." He takes the icepack from the bartender with a grateful sigh, placing it against the darkening bruise on his jaw. He debates a moment; "So Johnny... wanna get wasted?"

John downed his White Russian. "Yes, please." He said, signaling the bartender for another drink.

"Well all right, then!" Heath laughs, clapping him on the back. He hasn't really spoken to Johnny much outside of some chitchat in the arenas, but he's never been adverse to chatting. Back in Nexus, they'd deliberately isolated themselves, considering the rest of the roster as enemies.

Now that he's in the Corre, they've relaxed the policy a lot. Sure, they hang out as a unit more often than not, but Heath is looking forward to really getting to know some of the other guys. He orders two more from the bartender.

After who knows how many drinks, John was shitfaced. "You know what?!" John slurred as he slammed a shot glass on the table. "Matthew Hardy is a dick....he d...oesn't deseerrrrve me!" He slurred before taking another shot.

"Naw, hell no." Heath nods, handing the now melted pack back to the bartender. "Thanks, man. Screw that guy, man." He nods, then shakes his head. "I got an early flight tomorrow. Need a hand back to your room, John?"

John hiccuped and nodded. "Y...y...yesss" He was so trashed he could barely make words, let alone stand. "Tell me, Heath... have you ever been with a man?" He whispered, swiftly wrapping one his lithe legs around Heath's thigh.

He's glad he stopped drinking, because he probably would have sprayed it all over Johnny's face about now. Heath glances around, making sure nobody's really paying any attention to them now. "Uh, dude, not really the time or place for this, huh?" He tosses a fifty on to the bar top to cover both their tabs, then carefully untangles himself from Johnny's extremely tempting legs.

It's a slow, shambling stumble to the elevator, but once they're alone inside the lift, he sighs heavily. "To answer your question, yeah. Yeah, I have. Why do you ask?"

John smirked, pressing his body against Heath's. ""Cause I'm really.... really horny... And I wan' youuu.." He slurred, wrapping on of his legs around Heath's waist.

Heath's breath catches in his throat and he has to cough, or risk swallowing his tongue. Because he's pretty damn drunk and Morrison is so damn hot. But still, he's not THAT drunk. "John..." he gasps, licking his lips. "John, dude, you're drunk. T-this isn't ri-- oh stop that..."

John's hand went to Heath's crotch/ "C'mon... you know you wanna fuck me." John purred, his breath grazing over Heath's neck. "You know... I have a secret fetish for red heads..." He whispered.

At the feel of Johnny's hands on him, Heath utters a sound between a gasp and a yelp. Thankfully at that moment, the elevator doors swing open and Heath thanks whatever power might be up there that there is nobody in the hallway right about now.

Heath forgets to ask which room Johnny's in, simply heading to his own, since he'd wound up with a single room tonight and it's closer. "Johnny," He pants, his face flushing a bit. Some part of him is screaming that this isn't right, that he's taking advantage of Johnny, but another part of him, one that's pretty soaked in booze, is finding it harder and harder to argue.

"Johnny," he whispers again, his eyes fluttering shut as the hotel room door closes.

John pressed against Heath again. "Please... fuck me dammit... fuck me!" He begged. He needed someone to fuck the pain away. He just wanted to forget about his broken heart. If he didn't fuck, he would cry over Matt. And sobbing was too exhausting at this point.

Heath groans softly, licking his lips. "Johnny," he whispers, closing his eyes. "Johnny..." He opens his eyes, then cups Johnny's cheek. He can't stand to see Johnny look so sad and if he wants this, then maybe this'll help.

He smiles a little, his eyes twinkling a little. "You like redheads, huh? Why don't you show me how much?"

John smiled, his hand slipping into Heath's pants, stroking him.

Heath moans, his hips bucking against Johnny's talented fingers. His legs suddenly go weak under him and he backs them up till he's leaning against the back of the couch for support. "Ah god, darlin', " he whispers, his accent thickening juuust a little.

The hand that had been on Johnny's cheek finds its way into that beautiful dark hair. He pulls him closer for a hungry kiss, spreading his legs a little wider to encourage his touch.

John just smiled, pulling out his hand and pushing Heath on the bed. He then slowly start to take off his cloths, performing a little strip tease just for Heath.

Heath grunts as he suddenly finds himself plastered on to the mattress. He stares up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to remember just how in the hell he got into this situation, but finding he doesn't care all that much. He squirms out of his shirt, tossing it aside, nearly knocking over a lamp in the process.

As he sits up, his breath catches. Sure he's seen Johnny in his ring gear, wrestled him, but this was different. This was just the two of them. His redhead complexion gives him away yet again as he feels a dark blush staining his cheeks, making him feel like he's on fire. The sight Johnny's skin being exposed to him inch by inch, for his eyes only, was amazing. All he can manage is a soft, whispered "Wow..."

John smiled when he saw Heath's reaction to his body. When he was completely naked, he got on the bed, crawling towards Heath. "Baby, you have too many cloths on. Take 'em off, and fuck me." He whispered in the redhead's ear.

Heath clears his throat. "Not a problem, darlin, though I doubt I'll do it as pretty as you did just now."

Sure enough, his fingers fuss with the buttons on his jeans, finding it damn near impossible to get them to cooperate. "Damnit," he grumbles, lifting his hips off the bed slightly.

After what feels like years of struggle, he feels last of the constriction give way and he's able to shimmy out of the garment fully, pulling Johnny down for another kiss. Heath can't help it; he's always loved kissing. And Johnny's mouth was proving to be incredibly kissable.