Man Sitting With Me Say What?

"When we get off the plane though....He wont see me until tomorrow."
Joe was panicking.

"Deep breaths Joe. Deep breaths." Husky smirked. "Trust me, I'll find a way to keep him away from Kofi. You just tell him ASAP."

Joe nodded, he jumped as he phone when off. He gulped and answered it.
"Hello?"
"H-Hey baby...."
"Im sorry too..."
"No, its fine..."
"You did't do anything wrong, you had a right to worry..."
"Nothing."
"He is being annoying and listenint to Kesha." Joe grinned at Husky.
"Love you too...."
"Bye."
"Damnit!" He cursed and he snapped his phone shut. "Im a heartless ashole!"

"No you aren't Joe." Husky sighed. "I knew you two had a fight I shouldn't have taken advantage of that."

"Husky damnit, we are both at fault. I was mad but I knew what I was doing, im not stupid. I shouldn't have done it. Im the one who suggested it....Now im paying for it." He sighed and hung his head. Kofi was so sweet....

Husky sighed as his phone rang again.
It was Tristan.
"Sup?"
"Got the phones. Including your asshole of an exes. Can I have some fun?" Tristan chuckled.
"If you're good and bring it back to me. I'm in the second class bathroom. Be prepared for what you see. It ain't pretty. I'm not decent."
"Yummy, I'm on my way back."
Husky chuckled as he hung up. He turned to Joe.
"Cover yourself unless you want Tristan seeing you naked."

Joe simply moved so he was in Husky's lap.
"Oh well."
He leaned back against him.

Husky smirked as he held Joe. Tristan had seen him nude before, it didn't bother him. Hell, he'd fucked Tristan before.
"Hola!" A minute later Tristan came bounding into the small room. "Ay, ay, ay, Husky, new fuck toy already? I'm impressed."
Tristan was not one bit mexican. He just enjoyed speaking in Spanish.

"Im no ones toy but I am the best fuck he has ever had." Joe smirked as he enjoyed Husky holding him .

Husky smirked at his friend.
"Phone?"
Tristan tossed Wade's phone at Husky who quickly caught it.
"Hmm, first imma see what he has set as my ringtone." He called Wade's phone and rolled his eyes as Fuck You by Cee Lo Brown played.
"Man, he works fast."

Joe laughed as he studied the phone. "So did he call Kofi?" Joe prayed to God he hadn't.

Husky went back and checked Wade's recent calls.
"Nope."
Then he went back and read some of Wade's old texts.
"Son of a bitch..." He cursed.

"What?"
Joe looked at Husky, then it doned on him.
They had just fucked and not once had they kissed.

"Motherfucker." Husky laughed bitterly. "And to think I was starting to feel guilty for cheating." He handed the phone to Joe. "Read that fucking bullshit."
Wade needed to learn how to clean his inbox and sent box. It was filled with texts.
For example:
"Come on over, Husky's out. Could use a nice fuck."
"Hey baby, Husky's not here, wanna come over?"
"I'm lonely. Husky's gone. Come keep me company?"
Or his favorite:
"Damn, last night was amazing. God, way better than Husky <3"
These were sent to a number of different people. From Cena to Cody...

Joe sighed, he grit his teeth as he looked at the texts. "Husky....Don't even worry about it, he will end up alone when it comes down to it and you will find someone to love who will love you too."

"So fucking stupid." He muttered dragging a hand across his face. Husky Harris, Windham Rotunda, whatever you called him, did NOT cry. Tristan bent over Joe's shoulder and read the texts. His face twisted into one of pure evil.
"If it wouldn't cost me my job I'd kill him."
"Sure he annoyed me there at the end but goddamnit, there are texts in here from july. There was a point when I really did love him."

"Husky.....Windham....That bastard does not deserve you..." Joe moved his hand and kissed his cheek.
"I would have you in a heartbeat if not for Kofi...."

"But you do have Kofi. You have Kofi, Wade has everyone on the fucking roster and who do I have? No one. I was planning on you just being a fuck but goddamnit, I love that asshole." He growled to himself.

Joe sighed.
"Don't....You dont need him if he is going to fdo this to you Windham."

Husky drug a hand through his hair.
"I'm going to kill him. Him and every guy he fucked." He spat. Tristan gently nudged Joe aside and he climbed on Husky's lap.
"Chill, Windham. Deep breaths. In. Out." He kissed Husky's forehead.

Joe sighed and gathered his clothes before putting them on and checking himself in the mirror. "Thank you Windham..." He left the room and went back to his seat.

Husky sighed. Well the rest of the plane ride would be painfully awkward.
Tristan attempted to comfort Husky but it didn't work very well. Eventually Tristan left adter kissing Husky's cheek. Husky stayed in there a while longer before taking his seat by Joe. Tristan was not fucking happy at that British asshole.

Joe looked over at him and held out his hand. "Your phone please...."

Husky handed over the phone.
"Why?"

Joe took it and saved his number on the phone. "You need me, you call me and ill fucking hurt him. But if you just wanna talk or something my numver is there." He handed it back.