Out Tonight

Wade lounged on the couch, his friend Justin laying with his head in his lap. Amongst the boys, Wade was the colder of the two bosses and some men, like Justin, loved it.

"Are you sure? I could find someone to help." Jay said softly.

Sighing, Sheamus gave in. "Fine...Go-go find a man named Heath...he'll be lurking around here somewhere. Just be careful around Wade fer a bit."

Heath was in his room, painting as he listened to a song by Franz Ferdinand. He was the resident, "jack of all trades" in the Barrett household.

Jay found a door with a name plate marked Heath. He quickly knocked on the door.

Once Jay had left to find Heath, Sheamus slowly sat back down. He hadn't been feeling the greatest since his run in with Grel, but he was too stubborn to have said so to anyone. He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes while he waited.

Heath heard the knock on the door and turned the music down, "Look, Wade, if your comin in here for round two I'm in the middle of a painting!"

"Please Mr Sheamus has been hurt he needs help..." Jay said as he knocked again.

Sheamus groaned in pain, swearing as he curled up again, his uninjured arm wrapped around his sore ribs.

Heath heard that statement and threw his brush down on the bed, following Jay. "How bad? I swear Ghostie always gets in trouble."

"I don't know how bad." Jay answered as he quickly led Heath to Sheamus.

Sheamus didn't bother looking up as he heard people come in, he knew who it was. He sat there staring at the floor, a frown on his pale face.

"Ghostie what did you do now," Heath frowned, using his affectionate nickname for Sheamus. He lifted the mans shirt, "Holy shit! How long as that been bleeding profusely?"

Jay but his lip softly when he saw the wound. He backed up a little only to bump into Wade.

"The usual..." Sheamus joked. He frowned when he looked down at what Heath was so shocked about. "Uh...I don't know..." He said, frowning again.

"Oh that's lovely." Heath rolled his eyes getting into the medicine cabnit to grab a few gauze bandages, a needle, some thread, and a pair of tweezers. "Do you know if the bullets still in there?"


Wade looked down at Jay, "So I see you've been around the house. Find more conversations to peer in on?"

"N-No... Sir..." Jay forced out nervously as he looked up at Wade.

"Unless it went through...which I doubt...then it probably is." Sheamus mumbled, playing with the end of the bandage on his arm, rolling his eyes when he heard Wade.

Heath nodded, using the tweezers to pull the bullet out before sewing up the wound. "One day I won't be here to save you Shea."


Wade smirked, grabbing Jay's ass, "You sure?"

Jay blushed and bit back a softly squeak when he felt Wade grab him.

"Ow!" Sheamus cried out, swearing in Irish. "Warnin' would be nice yeh know...I'm older than you are, so why wouldn't yeh be here?" He said, frowning.

"If I get married or find someone special I'm out of here," Heath shurgged.


Wade smirked, "Oh shush. You like that and you know it."

Jay continued to blush softly as he looked down.

"Yer just gonna ditch us...?" Sheamus asked, pretending to be offended. "But some of us might miss yeh..."

"Well if I marry someone who knows this life style I'll stay," Heath shrugged, "No one wants to be cooped up here forever."

Wade smirked, "Whats the problem blondie?"