Best Friends Make The Best Lovers

Drew walked into his hotel room, where his current lover, Jack Swagger was sitting in the chair, arms crossed. Well, he wouldn't call him his lover. Drew felt nothing but hatred for this man. Why doesn't he leave? Good question. He can't. Jack wont let him.
"Where were you?" Jack asked, without even a hello.
"Sheamus and I went out. To a bar." Drew replied, grimacing. He knew where this would lead.
"You know what happens when you go to bars Drew. People get drunk, go home with strangers and get raped." Jack frowned.
"Oh you'd know all about rape wouldn't you Jack?" Drew huffed sitting down on the bed, sliding his shoes off. Jack had taken Drew's innocence. By force.
"Oh shut up. You know you liked it."
Drew just shook his head. No he didn't. Not at all.
"You spend too much time with Sheamus anyway. I don't want you seeing him anymore."
Drew's eyes widened.
"You can't just ask me not to talk to my best friend again!"
"I think I just did." Jack said, standind up, towering over Drew.
"B-but he's my friend." Drew whimpered.
"Not anymore he isn't. I am your boyfriend and I say you're forbidden to talk to him."
Drew stood, not backing down like he knew he should.
"And what if I say no?"
"You know damn well what happens when you say no to me drewsie." Jack said, raising a hand that had been snapped across Drew's face many other times.
"N-no." Drew stammered, standing his ground.
Jack struck him hard, he crumpled to the ground.
"Now are you going to talk to Sheamus again?"
"Y-yes." Drew replied firmly.
Jack kicked him in the gut. This continued but Drew refused to say he wouldn't talk to his best friend again.
Finally he got sick of this. He stood from the ground abruptly, and pushed Jack to the ground. He placed a large foot across Jack's throat.
"That is the last time you touch me." Drew snarled, putting a little pressure on his foot. "We. Are Over." He turned and walked away, glad he finally stuck up for himself. Suddenly his ankle was grabbed and pulled out from under him, causing him to fall abruptly. He smacked his head hard on the metal door frame. He started gushing blood. He whimpered and began to cry as Jack whispered in his ear.
"You might have broken up with me, but just remember. You're always my little bitch." Jack laughed before kicking Drew towards the door. Drew pulled himself down the hall, not able to walk, tears blurring his vision. Once he was a few rooms away he curled up against the wall and clutched his bloody forehead, not caring about the odd stares he was getting from passerby.

Stephen was in a good mood. He had just had an awesome time with his best friend. Stephen hummed to himself as he walked, Stephen turned the corned and stopped dead in his tracks; because curled up on the floor was his best friend. Stephen immidiantly knelt down beside Drew and put a hand on his shoulder. "Drew? ar ya'al right?" Stephen questioned, looking at Drews bloody face. Anger rose inside Stephen's chest; whoever had done this would pay.

"I'm f-fine." Drew cried, rolling over, not wanting Stephen to see him like this. "G-go 'way."

"Come'on now luv." Stephen put a hand on Drew's face. "Ya need help."

Drew let a few tears fall on Stephen's hand as he nodded. He cringed at the pain in his head as he tried to stand.

Stephen picked Drew up, cradling him in his arms. "It'll be okay Drebie" Stephen promised and took Drew to the hostpital.

"N-no." Drew mumbled as he dozed off. Today had been tiring for the Scotsman. "I don' like hospitals. Ya know that."

"But Drewbie, y're hurt." Stephen explained, he was taking Drew to a hospital and that was final.

"No, really I'm fine, see?" Drew smiled brightly at the red haired man in the drivers seat.

Stephen rolled his eyes. "Y're so wicked." Stephen drove on. "Ya know Drewbie, ya gave meh quite a scar.

Drew realized Stephen wasn't going to believe him so he stopped with the act. He held the wound on his head.
"I'm gonna fucking kill Jack." Drew muttered, but knew he really wouldn't. He'd never been able to injure Jack.

"No...but I will." and Stephen meant that, Jake Hager would pay for what he had done. "Howr ya fellin' now Drebie?"

"Bad." Drew grimaced. His head was throbbing horribly but he couldn't help but smile at how protective Stephen was.

"Mutha fucking Jake Hager will pay Drewbie." Stephen nodded his head. "He will regret doin this ta you."

Drew just silently nodded his approval and curled up into a ball in the passengers seat.

Stephen reached his hand over and ran it through Drew's hair. "Mah poor Drewbie."

Drew shivered at Stephen's touch. Truth be told, he had feelings for Stephen that were a little more than just friendly.

Drew shivered at Stephen's touch. Truth be told, he had feelings for Stephen that were a little more than just friendly..

"Drewbie.....do'ya want ta stey at meh house tonight?' Sheamus questioned, he wanted drew to be close.

Drew pretended to think about this but he knew that there was no need. The answer was yes. No doubt about it.
"Sure. If you don't mind." Drew replied.

"Coaurse not Drew, I dunt want ta leave ya alone." They arrived at the hostpital and got Drews head taker care of.

"Ugh, i hate you, ya know that? Why'd ya make me come here?" Drew growled, slightly cringing as a nurse bandaged his head.

"C'mon now Drew, dun be like that." Stephen shook his head, refusing to think about how bad those words hurt him.

Drew sighed.
"Y'know I'm only jokin'. I love ya." Drew leaned back in the hospital bed.
"I just dont wanna be here."

"I dun want'ch to have ta be here but Drew y're hurt." Stephen reasoned, patting Drew's shoulder.