Dirty Little Secret

Drew grinned and nodded.
"I just knew you'd sound sexy saying that..."

"Your thiting me? You threiouthly get off on hearing me butcher the englith language?"

"Pretty much. You don't know what that does to me." Drew groaned.

Jake once more blushed.
Drew liked his lisp.
He was enjoying this man way to much.

"Plus, I butcher the language just as much as you." Drew smirked.

"But yoy thoud thexy when you do it and back home in thoctland itth normal. I juth thound retarded."

"Eh, well you're a cute retard then." Drew smirked, winking at Jake.

That was another thing, people hear him talk and automatically want to take away twenty IQ points.

"Don't worry bout it. I know you're an all american american and that means you've gotta be pretty smart." Drew grinned.

Jake grinned. Oh yes, he was liking this man a whole lot and he could not wait until after the show.

"Will ya just get the pin already?" Drew growled. ANd in a few minutes they did.
"Thank god."

Jake grinned and quickly showered and packed his things up before speeding back to the hotel.

Drew hummed to himself as he took his time getting his things ready. He'd torture Jake. He'd be a bit late. He got a nice long shower and didn't bother blow drying his hair. It was sopping wet and clung to his neck and shoulders. He got together his gym bag and slipped an extra 'special something' in there and drove to the hotel.
He walked to Jake's room and knocked.

Randy Orton answered the door with an annoyed scowl.
"What McIntyre."

"U-uh, Jake asked me here." Drew said, nervous at first but then got more confident, he was not going to be intimidated by Randy.

"Jake, McIntyre wants you!" Randy called and Jake a appeared a moment later in nothing but his boxers.
"Hey Drew." He greeted ans looked at Orton, letting him know that he was not needed anymore.

Drew grinned, but he couldn't help but wonder: Were Jake and Randy dating? Was Drew just going to be a quick fuck? He shook the thought out of his head and walked over to Jake.

"Ill be with Cena tonight."
He left the room.
Jake grinned and pulled Drew into the room.

Drew smirked.
"So, you and Randy a thing?" Drew raised a brow, setting down his gym bag on the floor.

"Yeah, really itth just a Mr. Right now thing until Mr. Right cometh along." He chuckled.

Drew nodded.
"That's sorta how Cody and I are at the moment... So he's okay with you fucking other people?" Drew asked. "Or does this need to be a secret?"

"He juth told me he was thpending the night with Cena, he knows what your doing over here. I think he wantth to get theriouth with John though tho thoon I will be all alone." He smiled.

"Not necessarily all alone..." Drew murmured, although he didn't know if Jake wanted anything more out of this than a fuck...

"Well any wayth dont mind him. Im all yourth tonight."
He cleared his throat.
"Now take off the clothes."

"Hold on. I brought something." Drew smirked. "Close your eyes for a moment."