If It Ain't A TLC Match, Vince Ain't Happy

"How are you feeling?" Alex sighed. He hurt but Jerry had done a lot of damage to Mike.

Mike's gaze softened on his lover.
"Im fine baby, lets just get you taken care of."
He was next.

"Fine. Let's go baby." He sighed and kissed Mike's cheek.

Mike went and talked to the trainer who had examined Alex and got him some painkillers before handing them over and telling him to go to the car and wait. Mike needed to get looked at too.

"Can't I stay with him?" Alex asked softly. He didn't want to leave Mike alone.

The trained shrugged before touching Mike's back, earning a whimper and a flinch as he touched a pained spot.

Alex frowned, placing a soft kiss on his lover's forehead.

Mike sighed and just closed his eyes, letting the trainer work. It seemed Mike had pulled a muscle and his shoulder and something else was out of place. The trainer would send him to a chiropractor later on to get it fixed.

"Alright, my back should be better in a few days. The second I can I am killing Jerry." Alex snarled.

"Its fine unless he hurt you that bad, then Ill kill em'."
Mike shivered as he was in the car, unable to move his back with out having a sharp pain shoot up his spine.

"I'll be fine." Alex waved a hand submissively.

Mike was just ready to go back to the hotel so he could lay down and not have to get up, he was hurting.

Alex drove his lover back to the hotel. He gently lifted him out of the car and carried him up to their room.

Mike immediately threw a fit for Alex to put him down.
"Alex, your back is hurt too damnit! Put me down and done make me kick because if you do ill only hurt myself!"
As long as Alex didnt hurt anymore.

"Mike chill. I love you, you're hurt so I will carry you." Alex sighed, not budging when Mike squirmed.

Mike growled.
"Your hurt to and if you don't fucking put me down your going to be hurt worse." He threatened.

Alex quickly ran down the rest of the hallway, hissing in pain as he did so. But he walked into there room and laid Mike down on the bed.
"There, I put you down." He smirked.

Mike forced himself up and smacked Alex across the chest lightly.
"I swear to God, next time you do that Riley, I will kick your ass."

Alex scooped Mike up again and ran around the room once. Then he set him back down, he was smirking yet grimacing in pain.

Mike yelled and kicked Alex in the thigh, his bit his lip. Alex had jarred his back and he was once again in pain.
"D-Damnit, when I can i-ill kick your ass!" He yelled angrily.

Alex yelped in pain as he bent down to hold his thigh.
"Gee Mike that helped a lot!" He said sarcastically.

Mike glared at him through narrowed eyes. He looked at the other bed in the room and pointed.
"Do you want that bed or this one?"
He was pissed the fuck off.

"You're really not going to lay with me now?" Alex groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me Alex, I have done nothing wrong, you need to fucking not play so damn much." Mike growled.

"God forbid I want to carry my injured boyfriend." He grumbled and crawled on the other bed.