Carefully he slid away from the body he�d been lying against. He relaxed back into the pillows, resting his head on his hands as he watched the steady rise and fall of Jason�s chest. There was the ever-present urge to wake him up, preferably with a kiss, but he knew the Canadian had had quite a journey. He could use some more sleep, and honestly, Terry didn�t mind. Simply watching him sleep, taking in the peaceful expression on his face, was enough for now. Not to say that he wouldn�t be prying for some quality time later, but he�d learned to be patient. Rushing things with Jay always ended up in fights, fights that Jason � for some inexplicable reason � always seemed to win and left Terry fighting the urge to throw with things.
Perhaps it was because he was more secure in their relationship than Terry was. Making relationships work, it was an endless concern for him, especially with someone like Jay. He was gorgeous, and someone who he�d considered one of his best friends until it became a bit more than just that. It was the exact reason why it had taken them so long to give it a go, even with the insistent prodding of their annoyingly pushy friends. Living close to drama-queens Irvine and Copeland had always been a problem, Jay often whined, which was exactly why they�d chosen to stay at Terry�s place instead.
It was great to spend time at home, especially after some gruelling weeks of shows mixed with a demanding PPV. The both of them nursed some wounds from battle, as well as the usual painful muscles and sore spots. Jason had spent most of last night under the shower, trying to relieve his aching back with some hot water, severely testing Terry�s patience and mental strength. Damn the man for unconsciously tempting him so. Eventually the two of them had made it to bed, and an unspoken agreement to forego sex that night had left both fast asleep.
Thinking about Jason in the shower made Terry feel slightly restless. If only the guy would wake up.
As if aware of Terry�s thoughts, gorgeous blue eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times to look up at the bigger man of the two.
�Good morning, big guy,� Jason murmured sleepily, stretching like a cat before dropping his head back on the pillow again.
�Good morning, sleep well?� Terry asked, more out of habit than anything else, seeing as he was currently fascinating with Jason�s muscles moving under tight skin.
�Yeah, even you hugging me to death couldn�t change that.�
He was exaggerating, Terry was sure of it. Anyway, enough small talk. Terry nodded, hoping that would suffice as a reply, before dropping his head to capture Jason�s lips. The smaller man gave a small sigh of appreciation, obviously not minding the sudden attention he was receiving, one of his hands tangling in messy hair. The kisses were slow, leisurely, both men still feeling a bit sleepy, but it was relaxing to simply take their time.
�Hmm, I probably should have brushed my teeth last night instead of falling asleep like I did,� Jason murmured softly, a hand firmly holding onto Terry�s dark hair while he licked and nipped at Jay�s exposed neck.
Terry chuckled, leaning back somewhat as Jay struggled to sit up straighter.
�That�s okay, it�s not that bad.�
A crooked grin was his only reply as Jason glanced at the clock, his blue eyes going wide as he realised what time it was. He made a faint noise as Terry resumed his path down his neck, one hand now resting on his chest. He was interrupted as Jay pulled back, giving the other man�s chest a shove. Jason nearly killed himself as he scrambled out of bed, pushing Terry backwards onto the bed in his haste to untangle himself from the sheets. The larger man � surprised by this sudden change of pace - watched in alarm and confusion. Jason literally ran to his bag, digging in to pull out a white piece of paper.
�Fuck!�
�Jay? What�s wrong? What the hell are you doing?�
�The carshow starts at eleven!�
�Carshow? What?�
He watched as Jay grabbed his clothes, a towel, and other necessary items and started carrying them to the bathroom. How this had happened, especially after a more than promising start, he wasn�t sure. Carshow? This was Detroit, there was bound to be one somewhere, but what that had to do with Jay? He didn�t have a clue.
�Jay, where are you going?� he asked, annoyance lacing his voice as he watched Jay go to the bathroom.
�We need to shower; we only have ten minutes to get to the show. It starts at eleven!�
�For the love of fuck, what show?!�
�The unveiling of the new Aston Martin, of course! You know, the one I�ve been talking about for ages??�
Oh, right, that one. The car he�d been shown countless pre-production pictures of, not to mention heard various stories about. Jay hadn�t stopped talking about the beauty of the damn thing. Especially the last couple of days every conversation that included vehicles had included the Aston, it had driven Terry mad. It looked like he wasn�t going to get the early morning sex he�d hoped for. Fuck.
�We can�t just go out together,� he reasoned, hoping to make Jason agree with him, �We�re supposed to hate each other. Kayfabe, remember?�
�I know, but we�ll both wear hats and scarves. Besides, the people that go there to watch the car don�t watch wrestling. I really need to look at that car; the risk is well worth it.�
�The car? We�re going to look at a car? Just one? That must get old quickly. What the fuck am I supposed to do to amuse myself?�
�You�re a big boy, you�ll figure something out.�
Terry smirked. �I�m not really one for sex in public, but if you�re offering.�
It took Jason a few seconds to understand what he was talking about, but then the blond rolled his eyes, his head poking out from the bathroom door.
�Ouch, that was a bad joke.� A pause. �Come on, Terry, please? You know I love that car.�
�I don�t see why you would go and look at it. It�s not like you can afford the damn thing.�
�It�s�what�s that garbage women are always on about? Oh, I know, it�s the thought that counts. Only this time the thought of having seen that beauty in person will have to sustain me until I can come up with something to explain why a wrestler would buy an Aston Martin.�
�I don�t think that is what they mean when they use that phrase.�
�Whatever. Please, Terry, just play along. We�re in Detroit, after all, why else would we choose this place over mine if not for this car-show?�
There was a sharp question on Terry�s tongue, something about his place not being good enough compared to Jay�s, but he kept quiet. Jason looked genuinely excited at the prospect of going to look at this car, and he could probably bite through the comment about Detroit if it meant Jason was happy after seeing his favourite car. He had only mentioned it, oh, fifteen times yesterday. Come to think of it, he should have realised something was up.
�And here I thought you wanted to come here so we could escape Chris and Adam? Who are both gone right know, so I�m an ass for buying into it in the first place,� Terry muttered dryly.
The wicked smile on Jason�s lips as he walked over should have warned him that the guy was planning something devious. Something that included Terry agreeing to whatever the blond man said. He didn�t quite notice, though, fixated as he was on the hand that reached out and started rubbing circles on his stomach, occasionally dropping lower in a teasing way. Startling blue eyes held dark brown ones as Jason lowered his voice, leaning in slightly, lips gracing his, only adding to the sensual feel of it all. He knew he was being persuaded into doing something he didn�t want to again, but damn it was hard to refuse this man.
�Come on, babe, you know you want to go,� Jay whispered, lips moving only barely as they rested against Terry�s neck.
�Damn you,� he hissed, �Fine, we�ll go. But you better thank me for it later. I can appreciate cars, but going out to stare for hours at the same one sounds like a huge waste of time.�
�Trust me, war machine; I�ll make it up to you.� Jason sounded pleased, making Terry feel slightly better.
�Now,� the blue eyed man continued, �I�m going to take a shower and then it�s your turn. That is, unless you want to use it first? We can be out of here in fifteen minutes if we eat something there.�
Terry motioned for Jason to go first, muttering obscenities under his breath as he watched the man give him a quick smile and making for the bathroom. He�d hoped to get some attention for his kind gesture, but apparently all thoughts were on the no doubt obscenely priced car. This was not how he�d expected this day to turn out. And it had only just begun.
~
The day had taken a turn for the worst, Terry decided. He was standing to the side, hands in the pockets of his dark leather jacket, listening to Jason rattle off a list of interesting qualities the car possessed. The car in question was in the centre of a huge hall, spinning in circles on a platform that looked like it�d been stolen from a local ballroom. Rich businessmen came bustling past, some giving him odd looks, followed by their entourage of scantily clad models and annoyed assistants. Kids stood next to him, eyes wide with admiration as their parents squabbled over the fuel-consumption and whatnot. It was a bit surreal, if not annoying.
Words were still flowing freely from Jason�s lovely lips, but they were no longer registering. He wasn�t sure how, but Jay had managed to single-handedly kill Terry�s love for cars, all in one long explanation. Damn him. To be honest, Terry had given up on the car after hearing the price. 255 thousand dollars was a fuckload of money, even if it was an Aston Martin with a pretty name. The Aston Martin V12 Vanquish S, all fluid lines and shiny roof. He wasn�t sure why Jason seemed to love it so, though. It was, well, a bit feminine to his tastes. Not that he�d tell his lover that. He wasn�t that stupid, after all.
�Isn�t it gorgeous? What do you think?�
�I think it�s ugly,� he offered casually, knowing full well that his lover would not agree.
The overly fake double-take Jason did - filled with melodrama and funny facial expressions - was enough to make Terry chuckle.
�Ugly? Ugly??? It�s a gorgeous car! Are you sure you�re from the Motor City? You seem to know nothing at all about good cars!�
The annoyed look on Jay�s face was priceless. He�d also crossed his arms and was now sporting a child-like pout. He looked like someone who�d just seen someone tear their favourite toy apart. Only this was a grown man. A grown man with gorgeous eyes that could make Terry do anything, but still only a man.
�It�s okay, I guess. It just looks funny. Have you seen its front? It looks like a damn face. Eyes, nose, everything!�
Terry knew he was on thin ice here, but he sometimes enjoyed pushing Jason�s buttons. It made for some interesting conversations and � if he was lucky � hot sex afterwards.
By now Jay had turned back to the car, giving it another once over. It looked like he was trying to decide how hard he had to squint to see what Terry was seeing. He looked exactly like one of the kids currently gawking at the car, only about three times as tall. Probably had the same attention span too.
�You have no taste,� Jay muttered indignantly, after a while, no doubt convinced that Terry was a moron and just couldn�t recognise quality when he saw it.
Grinning while making sure none of the kids could hear, Terry replied with laughter in his voice, �Hey, I fell for you, didn�t I?�
Jason narrowed his eyes, the warning in them rather obvious. Perhaps he�d gone too far this time, teasing his boyfriend so. It was hard to make the man angry. Annoyed, yes, but angry was another thing altogether. It probably wouldn�t be a great idea if he got him angry on one of the few days off they had together.
�That�s it,� Jay whispered harshly. �No sex in the back of an Aston for you.�
The mental image that conjured could have been interesting, had it not been for Jason�s furious face and the subtle way a small black-haired kid was trying to listen in on their conversation. Grabbing his boyfriend�s arm, hoping pulling him away from his object of affection wouldn�t turn to be a grave mistake, he directed him to an abandoned corner of the hall. Gross-looking plants surrounding them, giving off a faint disgusting aroma, as Terry tried his best to calm Jason down the best he could.
�It wouldn�t have fit anyway,� he tried, only afterwards realising that jokes might not be the best approach, raising his hands in defence when Jay�s arms moved suspiciously, almost as if he wanted to strike him.
�It�s not funny, I really liked that car!�
�It�s still just a car, Jay.�
�A car I�ve been talking about for weeks, and you mock it!�
It was hard not to mock him now, but Terry chose to take the easy way out and just apologise. He didn�t want to fight with Jason; no matter how hot he looked when annoyed. Almost as hot as he did when he was being a smug bastard, actually.
�I�m sorry, I was just joking around,� he tried, following Jason as he moved towards the exit.
�Well, it wasn�t funny! Oh, and you can forget about that thank you sex session I had planned. Guess that�s not going to happen. Tough luck, but your own damn fault,� Jason hissed at him as they made for the exit, leaving Terry to mourn his own stupidity.
�Jay! Fuck, I�m sorry!�
He watched in annoyance as Jason jumped in a cab, giving him a heated look as the vehicle started moving. Oh yes, this definitely wasn�t his best day. Damn it all to hell. He could just imagine all the hoops he�d have to jump through to make up. If he could. Jay was a stubborn bastard if he wanted to. He�d have to come up with a great way to show he was sorry. A great, great way. Now if he could just find enough money to buy Jay that stupid car�