#ballins

Finn was taking too long to come round!

Drew leaned against the edge of the table, impatiently rubbing his large palms together as he eyed the Irishman right in front of him, slumped in a wooden chair. The ropes binding him were knotted tightly - Drew had checked and checked and checked them again until he was satisfied that his prisoner would not be breaking out of them any time soon.

But first, the stupid, smiling fucker had to wake the fuck up!

Drew snorted an exhale loudly through his nose, contemplating whether he should splash some water into Finn's face or ring the hotel reception to see if they had any smelling salts (although he quickly dismissed that idea, he didn't want anybody prying into his business for that evening) when to his immense relief, a small groan sounded and Finn started to move.

Drew watched carefully as the head of short dark hair began to slowly rise up, thick eyelashes fluttering as two bleary blue eyes attempted to focus. Then one hand jerked, probably an attempt to rub his aching head but the ropes held it fast. Blue eyes blinked down at the immobile arm, contemplating the reasoning behind it and then the rest of the body followed suite. Arms, legs, chest wriggling back and forth, struggling against the bonds, their pace growing more frantic as the peril Finn found himself in fully revealed itself.

The Scot had to chuckle at his prisoner's pathetic display. Finn lifted his head fully, finally noticing his captor standing before him. His eyes were now wide with panic, his arched brows raised high on his forehead. 'Drew!' Finn cried. 'What's going on? Untie me! Now!'

The Scot sneered back. 'Nah, I don't think so.'

Finn narrowed his eyes at the much larger man, trying to make sense of this bizarre situation. Drew had only just returned to the WWE after being let go by the company some years earlier. Finn didn't know him back then and even though the pair of them had travelled similar roads on the independent circuit, their paths had never crossed until only a few hours ago.

But he'd heard the rumours about the Scot. That he was a changed man. That he'd returned from the indies bigger, stronger. And meaner. Gossip that proved to be true when McIntyre rushed in to save Finn from an post-match assault by his opponent only to turn and knock the Irishman out himself.

But that didn't explain why was he was currently trussed to a chair in dingy hotel room. Finn needed some answers. 'What do ye want wit' me?'

Drew shrugged his shoulders, scratching his fingernails through his thick dark beard. 'Well, truth be told, Finn, it's not really you I'm interested in?'

He knew it! It was always the same. Men (and occasionally women) came gunning for him but rarely for Finn himself. He was merely a vessel, a gateway to what they truly wanted.

'The Demon,' Finn guessed correctly with a cocky smirk on his face. 'Got to hand it to ye, Drew, it's a brave man who comes to pick a fight with him, but... also a stupid man.'

'Pfft!' Drew scoffed loudly. Clearly Finn had hit a raw nerve. 'I think I can handle a skinny little twink in fancy face-paint.'

Finn chuckled, shaking his head from side to side. 'You have no idea.'

'Then let me prove it,' Drew crossed his arms over his chest. 'Bring him out.'

A large smile split the Irishman's lip, his blue eye twinkling impishly. 'I'll do ye a favour here, Drew,' he said. 'No.'

He expected the other man's short fuse to light up and unleash his wrath, however, Drew remained calm, giving a sly chuckle. 'I was hoping you would say that.'

Pushing himself away from the desk, he walked across the room, into the fringes of Finn's line of sight. The Irishman couldn't see him but he could hear the sound of a bag being unzipped, hands digging inside, rustling around for something.

'What are ye doing? Drew? Answer me! Tell me what-?

Something sharp dug into the skin on his neck. Finn froze as pressure was applied and an icy liquid was plunged into his veins.

'There now,' Drew tugged the syringe out and calmly placed it into a biohazard zip bag. 'That should start working in a few minutes.'

'What in the hell did you just-?'

'Oh this?' The Scot shook the bag playfully. 'Oh this is just a nifty new experimental drug a friend of mine told me about. He gets paid to have scientists inject all sorts into him for pharmaceutical studies and he said this one was like viagra on steroids. Really potent stuff apparently.'

Viagra? Finn's heart jumped at the sound of the word. So this was all... sexual? Drew's big bad plan was to, what fuck him? Or, most likely considering he had injected Finn with the drug, he was hoping Finn would be the one doing the fucking.

The idea was so ludicrous that the Irishman began to laugh.

'Something funny?' Drew cocked an unamused eyebrow.

'It's just-' Finn choked out through giggles. 'Ye do realise that in order for viagra to work, you have to be actually 'excited', right? It doesn't just magically pump up a flaccid dick like a feckin' balloon.'

'So ye're saying ye're no attracted to me?' Drew placed his hand on his chest with mock insult.

Finn merely shrugged back. Perhaps it was just the Irishman's imagination, but it was suddenly quite stuffy in the room, his skin growing uncomfortably hot under the suffocating fabric of his leather jacket.

'Careful Finn, don't go lying to me now.' The Irishman rolled his eyes at the Scot's barb and was about to retort when Drew beat him to the punch. 'We all know you like them tall, dark and handsome. Ah, but it's the eyes isn't it? You prefer them dark, more... doe-like, don't ye?'

Finn flinched at that taunt, shooting a poisonous look at his captor, who had returned to his spot by the table directly in front of him.

'How is Rollins these days?'

Finn was struck dumb, a bead of sweat travelling down his temple. Had Drew cranked the heat up in here all of a sudden? Because his skin felt like it was on fire, hot and prickly. He subtly tested his bonds again. They didn't budge.

'Your silence speaks volumes,' Drew leered triumphantly. 'Can't say I blame ye either - Seth's a bonnie lad, eh?'

A slurred gasp fell from Finn's lips, meant to be a 'shut up' but sounded more like a 'shurrp'. Drew, noting the Irishman struggling, bent in close, eyeing him closely.

'What's the matter with ye there, Finn? Are ye feeling ok?'

'Leevmelone...'

'Ahhh,' the Scot smirked with glee, 'that wee jab I gave ye is kicking in now, isn't it?' He grabbed the collar of his own T-shirt and began to fan it. 'Ooft, is it me or is it getting hot in here?'

Then he yanked his shirt off! Finn glanced up at a broad chest made of pure muscle, a pair of gloriously heavy pecs and washboard abs, coated in thick dark hair. He remembered watching Drew on TV his first run in WWE and it was a far cry from the clean-shaved, slender frame he had back then. The Scot had filled out.

As were Finn's trunks at that moment. Becoming too tight and constrictive - which was a worry considering they were already ruthlessly form-hugging. Hissing through his teeth, he lowered his gaze to the floor, tried to focus on safe things like giraffes or what Lego set he was going to buy next or... his next art project...

But all he could picture in his mind was a hairy chest. Not thick, like Drew's. Softer, fluffier, skin several shades darker than his own pale Irish hue.

His trunks grew tighter.

'Jaysis!' Finn cursed under his breath.

'You know, I think ye have the right idea there, mate,' Drew said, and to Finn's horror, his large hands moved to the ties of his gym shorts. 'Why half-arse it, eh? If we're gonnae strip, then let's strip.' The shorts were yanked down chunky, thick thighs, past a pair of black knee pads, down his bare, hairy shins and his wrestling boots then off. Drew was now dressed in only his ring gear, same as Finn, ready to grapple.

And oh dear god, did Finn want to grapple him! So badly!

'Untie me,' he whined, despising how much it sounded like begging.

Drew, however, only cocked his head to the side. 'Excuse me?'

'Let me go. Please!'

'Why the fuck would I do that?'

Finn moaned feebly in protest, trying to twist out of his bonds. Something was slithering beneath his flushed skin, squirming just out of reach. A itch that needed scratched or else he would go insane.

'Please!' Finn whimpered.

'No!'

'Then...' Finn gulped, momentarily stopping the words leaving his mouth. It wasn't enough. The sensations flooding his senses were too strong, too potent. He felt the shame before his lips even parted. 'Then touch me?' He hiked his hips up as far as the ropes would allow to make his meaning clear.

His jailor merely scoffed. 'Christ, are you this pathetic with Seth? Do you whine like a little bitch for him too?' Please stop speaking about Seth! 'Truth be told, I always expected Seth to be the pathetic one. Everything about him screams 'pitiful bottom' to me.'

Stop! Please!

'Do you grab his hair when you fuck him? I've always wanted to do that. Just grab a fistful of those thick locks and pull back until he squeals.'

STOP!

'Either that or just fold him up like an accordion until his knees are pressed against his fucking ears.'

'Stop!'

'Does he spit or swallow? Suppose it doesn't make any difference. I know for a fact he gives good head, he's an attentive lover isn't he? Always so eager to please.'

Finn was aching all over. Not just the heat and discomfort, something more visceral. Painful. Like hot spears plunging into each of his joints. One through his chest, stabbing right into his side and through his galloping heart. He had to end this torture somehow, break free from this terrible spell.

He needed help!

Drew enjoyed the view of his victim being tormented like a worm under the glare of a kid's magnifying glass. He had to admit that the drug was far stronger than he had expected judging from the look of his prisoner who's pale skin was flushed a deep red and his ice blue eyes squinting with agony, yet the Scot didn't even lift a finger to help.

That wasn't the plan, after all. He had to bide him time, wait until...

Suddenly, a change came over the Irishman. Quick, like a flicker. At first, Drew thought he had imagined it. When it happened again. Fast, like a glitch in a video game. Floating pixels of red and black.

The Scot stood up straighter, paying close attention.

Before him, Finn, now bulging painfully in his trunks, his veins popping out of the muscles of his neck and temple and arms, threw his head back and let out an anguished wail.

And for the briefest of moment, Drew saw him entirely.

The Demon.

'Jesus fucking shhhh...'

In all honesty, he had imagined it to look like Finn in his war paint. Slim, toned. Human. He hadn't imagined that the monstrous mouth often scrawled on Finn's chest was an actual gaping maw full of row upon row of sharp teeth and an anaconda tongue as thick as his own leg, impossibly long and serpentine. Sniffing the air for its prey.

And the tendrils upon his head. Not a manufactured crown made of ribbons and old belts but an actual nest of red, black and white tentacles, thrashing through the air. Talons on his claw-like fingers, talons on his claw-like toes, skin as black as soot and as red as flame.

But it was the eyes that made his quake like a child facing the monster under his bed. Ice blue and piercing. Finn's, but not Finn's. Not anything like he'd ever seen before. Glowing through the dingy light of the hotel room, finding him. Locking on tight.

A few more flickers and the being came into full focus. Remaining.

It was here. Just like he's hoped.

And it was huge. Larger than Drew in every sense.

It flexed its impressive muscles and the ropes snapped as easily as worn elastic, freeing the terrifying entity from its cage. As it found its feet, the shreds of Finn's clothing, torn and tattered from the beast's sheer size, fell away and revealed the rock hard column standing tall between the creature's legs, red hot and thick. So very thick!

Drew stood frozen with awe and terror as it advanced towards him. In that moment, he reflected on the words that Finn had said to him at the beginning of their encounter that night. You have no idea.

He was right. Drew had been so naive. He should have taken Finn's advice. He shouldn't have poked the beast.

Drew was currently sitting at a table in catering waiting for his boyfriend to finish his match. He knows he's on Smackdown now but he likes to come to RAW and spend time with Punk. He also likes to spend time with his other favorite person in the world. “Drew!” A familiar voice says from across the room. Drew turns around and smiles when he sees it's his brother Seth running towards him. They're not really brothers but they grew up together so they basically see each other as brothers.

“Seth!” Drew says happily as he gets up out of his chair. He opens his arms and envelops Seth in a hug. They fit together like puzzle pieces with Seth's chubby frame fitting perfectly against his muscular one. “I missed you so much!” Seth says, causing Drew to laugh. “How do you miss me if we FaceTime each other everyday?” Drew asks teasingly, causing Seth to pout.

“I meant seeing you in person! You only visit me once every few weeks even though we're basically neighbors! Why did you have to live in a whole different state!?!?” Seth rants then lets out a whine while shoving his face into Drew's chest. “Are you done, little brother?” Drew asks as he runs his fingers through Seth's hair. “Yes” Seth mumbles as they end the hug.

“You always like to complain don't you?” The Scotsman asks with a laugh, causing his brother to blush with embarrassment. “No! Anyways, do you like my outfit?” Seth asks, clearly trying to change the conversation. He's currently wearing an oversized pink fuzzy sweater, a purple skirt and blue glittery converse sneakers. On his wrists are multiple beaded bracelets that he's made himself. He also has his messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

Drew looks over Seth's outfit as if he's examining it. “Do a little spin for me” he says, causing Seth to giggle. His brother does a little twirl, causing his skirt to sway. “Absolutely amazing, I think this is your best outfit yet” Drew says, Seth smiling wide at the compliment. “I knew you'd like it! It's definitely way better than your outfit” Seth says teasingly, causing Drew to roll his eyes. “My outfit is not that bad” Drew says casually.

He's currently wearing his signature blue kilt, a dark blue shirt with a graphic of a cat eating ramen in the center, his black thick rimmed glasses and a pair of black combat boots. He even has his fanny pack strapped around his waist. “I feel like you either wear kilts or sweatpants all the time” Seth says to his brother. “Nothing wrong with being comfortable Seth” Drew argues back with his arms crossed.

“Uh-huh, open your mouth for me” Seth orders, causing Drew to sigh as he does just that. Seth stands on his tiptoes to see that Drew got new colored brackets on his braces. The bracket colors were red and blue, the main colors of a certain someone's gear. “You seriously got your boyfriend's colors on your braces?” Seth asks with an eyebrow raised. “You wanna keep criticizing me or do you want some of these glazed doughnuts I got?” Drew asks with his arms crossed.

“Yes but I can't actually have any” Seth says quietly as they both sit down. “Who told you that?” Drew asks with a confused tone. “I heard Kofi and Xavier snickering when I was in the costume department getting my measurements for my gear” Seth says quietly as he starts picking at his face. His brother has a bad habit of picking at the acne on his face which causes him to have small scars. Luckily, Drew always has a plan…

“Here” Drew says as he takes his glasses off and hands them to Seth. The blonde looks at them and frowns when he sees that the lenses are dirty. “When's the last time you cleaned these Drew! They're filthy!” Seth says with a hint of disgust in his voice. “Beats me, I can see through them perfectly” Drew says with a smirk, causing Seth to roll his eyes. “Luckily, I'm here so you don't get some weird eye disease” Seth says as he pulls out a cloth and a spray used to clean lenses from his messenger bag.

“I don't think you could get an eye disease from dirty lenses” Drew argues back as he pulls out a small box of acne patches from his fanny pack. His brother usually likes the colorful star ones but he opted for clear ones so Seth didn't get bullied at work. He carefully sticks them onto Seth's face while his brother is distracted. “Thank you” Seth says quietly as he sprays the spray onto Drew's glasses. “It's no problem Seth, you're my brother so it's my duty to make you happy” Drew says truthfully with a smile.

“You beating up the New Day would make me happy” Seth says as he uses the cloth. “What exactly did they say to you?” Drew asks curiously as he continues putting the patches on his brother's face. “They said that a fatty like me shouldn't be in a wrestling ring because I'd only cause earthquakes” Seth explains, desperately trying not to cry. Drew takes a deep breath so as not to get angry. “What was their reason for saying that?” He asks as he puts away the box of patches.

“Cause they overhead that I need to go up a size on my gear… again” Seth says as he gives Drew his glasses back, puts his stuff away and tries to hide his face in his sweater. The Scotsman wasn't gonna have none of that so he puts his glasses back on and pulls his brother to his chest. “It's ok Seth, let it out” Drew says quietly as he hears his brother sob. “Is what they're saying true? Am I that fat that I don't deserve to be a wrestler?” Seth asks through tears.

“You know that's not true at all Seth” Drew says as he continues to hold his brother. “How do you know?” Seth asks as he looks up at Drew. “Cause I think you're a phenomenal wrestler who knows how to use his weight to his advantage. You deserve to be in the ring and you deserve to be happy in your own skin as well. I think you're perfect no matter what size you are” Drew says truthfully, stunning Seth. The blonde wipes his eyes and hugs Drew back.

“You're the best brother ever” Seth says with a smile. “You're a menace to society but I love you too” Drew says jokingly, causing Seth to laugh. They continue hugging each other until Seth speaks up. “Can I have a doughnut now?” He asks as he looks up at his brother. “Thought you'd never ask” Drew says as they break apart. He then reaches under the table, brings out a styrofoam container and sets it on the table.

Inside were two glazed doughnuts, one that was regular and another that was covered in the thickest glaze imaginable. “I already know which one you want” Drew says as he grabs the regular doughnut from the box. “You know me so well!” The blonde says as he pulls the other doughnut out the box. Drew watches his brother's eyes light up as he eats his doughnut. “This is so yummy! Catering always has the best food!” Seth says happily which makes Drew smile.

The Scotsman hums in agreement as he eats his doughnut. “So why did you come tonight? Other than seeing your amazing baby brother of course!” Seth says, causing Drew to playfully roll his eyes. “My boyfriend obviously, you're not the only important person in my life you know” he answers as he takes another bite. “Ooohhh, you're finally gonna get laid tonight?” Seth asks, causing Drew to blush.

“No! I'm just here to see him, that's all!” Drew says as he looks away from Seth. “You're gonna die a virgin you know that? You've been with Phil for a long time and not only has he not proposed to you yet but he hasn't even taken your v-card? Seems like he's stalling…” Seth says as he finishes his doughnut. “He's said he wants to find the perfect place to get married first before he proposes and for the other thing… I told him I didn't wanna have sex until we were both ready” Drew explains embarrassingly.

“Why are you stalling on that?” Seth asks curiously as he wipes his hands with a napkin. “I don't want Phil to leave me if I mess it up” Drew says truthfully as he wipes his hands as well. “Drew, you're not gonna mess it up! Your first time isn't gonna be perfect! I know me and Finn's weren't on our wedding night so we just laughed about it! Trust me when I say you're gonna do fine” Seth says reassuringly. “You're right… thanks Seth” Drew says with a smile.

“Anytime! Besides the worst you could do is crush him and that sounds hilarious” Seth says jokingly, causing Drew to laugh. The laughter ends though when they hear two familiar voices. “Well look who it is!” Kofi says as he and Xavier walk towards them. “If it isn't Metal Mouth and Jelly Boy” Xavier says with a cruel smile. “What are you two clowns doing here?” Drew asks as he pulls Seth to his side.

“Woah, calm down big guy! We're just doing our jobs!” Kofi says with his hands up. “Yeah, something that you two barely do! Especially Seth who'd rather stuff his face than actually start winning belts again” Xavier says, causing Seth to whimper. Drew hears it and gets out of his chair. “How about you leave my brother alone before I knock you both on your arses” Drew threatens, Kofi and Xavier just smirking at him.

Without hesitation, Kofi slugs Drew in the face and knocks him to the ground. “Drew!” Seth says as he tries to reach over to him but is pulled by his hair. “Where do you think you're going, fatty?” Xavier asks cruelly as he yanks Seth's hair again. The blonde tries to get Xavier away from him but it ends up with his assailant kicking his legs out from under him. “Aww so close! Maybe if you were thinner you would've been quick enough to dodge that!” Xavier says cruelly as he starts kicking Seth in his back.

“Stop it!” Seth pleads with tears in his eyes. “You better do what he says dude! He might eat us if we don't” Kofi jokes cruelly, causing both of them to laugh. Seth tries to crawl over to his unconscious brother but both of their assailants stop him. He screams out in pain as both men stomp on his back. Seth felt himself start sobbing at this point because his back felt like it was on fire. “What, you're gonna cry now? You fat fuck…” Xavier says with disgust on his face.

“Come on dude, let's leave! We gotta get ready for a match! Something these two nerds barely know anything about” Kofi says as both of them walk away. “See you guys after our match!” Xavier says happily, both men laughing as they round a corner. Making sure they're actually gone, Seth slowly crawls over to Drew and starts shaking him. “Drew? Drew, wake up!” Seth says with a bit of worry in his tone. He lets out a sigh of relief when his brother wakes up.

The Scotsman slowly opens his eyes and sees it's just Seth. “Seth?” Drew asks but he instantly sits up when he remembers what happened. “Holy shit, Seth! Are you ok? Did they hurt you?!?” Drew asks worryingly as he checks Seth for any injuries. He hears Seth hiss when he touches his brother's back. “Seth… turn around” Drew says seriously, causing Seth to whine. “Drew…” Seth says as he wipes his eyes. “Seth, turn around right now” His brother says again.

On the verge of crying again, Seth turns around. Drew gently pulls up the back of Seth's sweater, revealing blooming bruises and two shoe prints. “Oh my god” Drew says as Seth quickly turns around. “I'm fine Drew” the younger man says as he stands up, whimpering the whole time from the pain. “You're definitely not! We're taking you to medical right now” Drew says as he gets up as well, his brother aggressively shaking his head “no” in response.

“W-We can't! They said they're coming back so they'll just jump us if we go to medical! We gotta hide!” Seth says nervously as he looks around the room. “You're hurt though! Isn't going to medical more important?” Drew asks as he looks at his little brother. “Fine! We'll go to medical after their match ends and they leave, I promise!” Seth says as he grabs Drew's hand and leads him away from catering.

“Seth, where are you taking us?” The Scotsman asks as Seth takes them to an empty hallway that's far away from other people. “Somewhere safe” Seth says quietly as they make it to a supply closet and go inside. Once the door is shut, both men sit on the floor in darkness. “They'll definitely won't find us here” Seth says with a sigh of relief. “How'd you know where this was?” Drew asks curiously as Seth lays his head on his shoulder.

“I know where all the closets are in every arena we go to, it's kinda my safe space” Seth says sadly which makes Drew realize something. “Seth, have people been bullying you since I left RAW?” Drew asks as he looks down at his brother. He feels Seth turn his head so his face is against Drew's chest and his heart breaks when he hears Seth start crying again. “It's been so bad since you left!” Seth admits through tears. “Why didn't you tell me Seth? You know I would've come here if you told me!” Drew says as he holds Seth close to his chest.

“I didn't say anything because you looked so happy on Smackdown than you ever did on RAW and I didn't wanna ruin that” Seth says as he continues crying. Drew felt awful after hearing that. He felt selfish for basically neglecting someone who he thought of as a brother in his mind. Drew felt tears brim his eyes but he can't let Seth know that. He's the older brother! He's supposed to protect Seth, not cry like a loser!

All these thoughts swimming in his brain became too much for him. He felt himself start having trouble breathing because anytime he felt overwhelmed it would trigger his asthma. Drew then felt something shoved into his mouth and heard Seth's voice. “Breathe in when I tell you to, ok?” Seth says softly. Drew realizes that Seth put his rescue inhaler in his mouth so he hums as a way of responding.

“Breathe” his brother says as he presses the button. Drew then inhales and holds it for a few seconds. “Breathe” Seth says again as he presses the button. Drew inhales again and holds it. “Feel better?” Seth asks as he puts Drew's inhaler back in his fanny pack. “Yeah, sorry for that” the older man apologizes as he wipes his eyes. “It's ok to cry Drew, you don't have to be tough all the time” Seth says nicely.

“I feel like I do because I don't want you thinking I can't protect you if I'm crying” Drew says truthfully, causing Seth to look at him. He hears Seth shuffle around and then feels his brother lay his forehead against his. “Drew, you've been protecting me ever since we were kids and I'm grateful for that but that doesn't mean you should lock up your feelings because of it” Seth says truthfully which Drew understands.

“I know, I'll try to be more open with my feelings” Drew says as Seth leans back. “You promise?” Seth asks seriously, Drew nodding in response even though Seth can't see him. “As long as you promise to call me if anything happens here because I really don't mind committing assault for my baby brother” Drew says proudly, causing Seth to giggle. “Fine, I promise!” Seth says through giggles. “Then I promise too” Drew says as he pulls his brother in for a hug.

“Love you, Drew” Seth says quietly as he leans into Drew's touch. “Love you too, Seth” the older man says as he kisses the top of Seth's head. They sit together in a comfortable silence until they hear someone open the door. Both of them duck their heads and pray their bullies will have mercy on them…

“Yall sleeping in here?” A familiar voice says, causing both men to look up. Both sigh in relief when it's just Finn and Punk. “We were kinda hiding in here” Seth explains with a blush. “Yeah, we heard that you two were hiding from New Day” Finn says as he and Punk help them up. “They kinda kicked our arses for no reason” Drew explains as they all walk out the closet. “I can see that! You got a big bruise on your cheek princess” Punk points out, causing Drew to blush as well.

“Can we not talk about it please?” Drew asks quietly, Seth nodding in agreement. “Yeah it was kinda embarrassing and my back is killing me” Seth adds in as he leans into Finn's side. “Noted love, let's go to medical so they can check our pretty girls out” Finn says as they all walk down the hallway. “Don't worry about Kofi and Xavier either cause we got it covered” Punk says with a smug smile. “Phil, what exactly did you two do?” Drew asks a bit nervously.

“We may or may not have jumped them after their match which caused Pearce to make a tornado tag match for next week” Punk explains with an innocent smile. “Like he said, we got it covered” Finn says in agreement. “You're lucky I love you” Drew says as he kisses Punk. “Same goes with you too” Seth says as he kisses Finn as well. They both laugh when their partners are stunned silent with blush on their faces.