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damian dosen't know why he dislikes jd.
jd was a good wrestler, a good-looking and polite kid, all information he had gathered from online interviews and from people he knew. finn had mentioned him before, obviously, having known him for more than 20 years now. damian hadn’t noticed those instances; finn talked a lot about people he had known throughout his life, becky, hideo, sami, tama, etc. jd’s name had never stood out to damian, he was just one of many.
then finn officially introduced them. he had been buzzing all morning, which although rare was not something damian hadn’t seen before. they had been working together for almost a year by then, day in and day out, so he felt like he knew the older man pretty well.
“hurry up, dame, we’re gonna be late,” finn huffed at him, pulling damian by the hand to the cafe they had agreed to meet up with the younger irishman at.
“i’m going as fast as i can, amor, it’s not my fault we woke up late,” he rolled his eyes, knowing finn was not mad at him but unable to resist feeling a little hurt at the older man’s tone. maybe he was still feeling the effects from the late night and early morning.
finn stopped suddenly, almost causing damian to crash into his back. despite their size difference, the older man was very strong and sturdy, so likely nothing would have happened if they bumped into each other, but all his life damian had been keenly aware of and very careful not to abuse his own strength.
“i’m sorry, it’s just been a while since i’ve seen jordan in person,” he confessed quietly, eyes downcast .
damian rolled his eyes again, albeit this time a lot more fondly than before.
“prince, it's okay, i’m blaming the alarm not going off on dom anyway.”
finn beamed back at him, bright blue eyes on full display, causing his heart to skip a beat in his chest. despite having been romantically involved for months now, sexually for longer than that, damian was starkly reminded he had never told finn he loved him out loud.
of course, he had thought it and called him love in spanish, which he knew finn understood, but those three little words had never been spoken. he thought them all the time, considered relaying them to the older man almost every day, but his overthinking and anxiety wouldn’t allow him to.
he was sure finn felt something similar, maybe even the same, but… better to be safe than sorry.
they soon arrived at their location, despite finn’s worries, and sat at a table the farthest away from the coffee bar for privacy. damian glanced around the various patrons, all busy and not seemingly waiting for anyone.
“why were we hurrying if he’s not even here yet, finn?” he huffed, but before the older man could respond he caught sight of someone over damian’s shoulder and was up like a shot, hugging a man roughly the same size as him tightly.
they spent a bit longer hugging than damian was comfortable with as a bystander, but soon finn was pulling away to fuss a hand over jd’s hair, saying something about how it was so long now while the younger man grinned back at him, eyes clear blue and face slightly flushed.
damian cleared his throat, not wanting to interrupt but feeling like it was only getting weirder the longer he kept silent. finn tore his eyes very briefly from the younger man’s face to glance at him before they widened slightly but went back to jd’s face.
“jordan, this is damian, i don’t believe you guys have met,” he said, letting go of jd to take his seat next to the taller man back.
jd was smiling at damian when the taller man turned to look at him; sometimes it was hard to look away from finn when he looked so happy.
“nice to meet you damian, i’ve heard so much about you, “ he said, offering a hand to shake. damian took it, slightly surprised. he didn’t think finn wouldn’t talk about him to others, they just knew all the same people so it hadn’t been a situation he had ever found himself in.
“likewise, finn has barely been able to talk about anything else since we found out you were getting pulled up to raw,” he replied, sticking a gentle elbow into the older man’s side.
finn pushed him back, laughing and saying something about how he was sure it hadn’t been that annoying, but damian was struck by how jd’s eyes had followed the motion and hadn’t strayed since. the smile on his face seemed strained now as his eyes remained glued on the hand damian had used to steady himself after finn had pushed him back which rested on the older man’s knee.
had finn not mentioned they were together? the whole time they had been together they seldom met anyone new or who wasn’t already aware; it was an open secret at wwe, or at least that finn and damian were a thing. rhea and dom were out for the fans so that was different. fewer people knew about all of the judgement day together, not that it was anyone’s business, really.
however, it seemed weird the kid wasn’t in the know. if he had heard so much about damian, why wouldn’t he know they were boyfriends?
he was torn from his thoughts by finn waving a hand in his face.
“hello? earth to damian!” he was saying.
the taller man blinked, noticed jd was gone and finn was standing next to the table, arms crossed across his chest now.
“sorry, i was miles away, what were you saying, prince?” damian blinked now, rising to stand now as well.
“no, you can sit, i was just going up to order, did you want anything?” finn said, looking worried for how out of it his boyfriend seemed.
damian assured the older man he was okay and just asked for a vanilla latte; he wasn’t hungry despite the fact they hadn’t eaten any breakfast since they had hurried out the hotel room due to waking up late. finn only raised an eyebrow and left to put in their order.
jd eventually returned from where he had presumably been in the restroom; damian had been too lost in thought still to pay attention until the younger man slid into the seat across from him.
they sat in.. not uncomfortable, but not comfortable, silence until finn returned with drinks and a delicious-looking lemon loaf for jd, damian guessed. it wasn’t for him and finn didn’t eat pastries.
“so, how long do you think it’ll be before you can join the judgement day, jordan?” he said, taking a sip from his mug. damian pulled his own drink up to his face, savoring the smell of caffeine and sugar.
“they didn’t give me a definitive date, but i know it’ll be soon after my raw debut,” jd replied, picking at his pastry, eyes back on the older man. damian was very familiar with people looking at finn; he was gorgeous and nice, of course people loved him. he didn’t usually let it bother him, if anyone could commiserate it would be damian.
damian hadn’t looked at another person since about the time he and finn had started to get involved more romantically. rhea, dom and finn were all he needed; they met, no, far exceeded all his wants and desires. why would he look anywhere else?
still, the fact that finn hadn’t said anything about them to jd was troubling. did he not want him to know? why wouldn’t he want him to know?
they eventually left after a couple hours where finn and jd talked while damian just sat there, not contributing more than a couple of words when the older man tried to engage him in the conversation.
back at the hotel, rhea and dom asked about jd. finn relayed them to all that had happened at their meeting, playfully scolding damian for being rude to one of his oldest friends.
rhea raised eyebrows at him in question when he didn’t fight back to the teasing like he usually would. damian shook his head minutely back, letting her know they could talk about it later.
later, after her, dom, and damian left finn behind like the old man he was to a nearby club to dance for a bit, he was hanging with kayden and katana when rhea grabbed his hand and pulled him to a nearby “private” room.
“what’s the sitch, priest?” she questioned. damian had known he wouldn’t be able to dodge this conversation for long.
“really, rhea, a kim possible reference in 2023? you are such a millennial sometimes-” he tried to deflect, but she gave him a look that put that to rest fast.
he sighed, before confessing, “i’m not sure, he seemed like a nice kid and all, it just seemed like he didn’t know about us?”
“you mean the judgment day, or you and finn?” she questioned, looking skeptical, “it’s not really something we scream from the rooftops, yaknow-”
“i know, it's just if they're such good friends, why wouldn't he say anything?”
rhea pursed her lips, giving him an unimpressed look.
“well, why don’t you ask finn, damian?” she said, “look, we’re going to be working with this kid, so we have to try our best to get along. communicate with your boyfriend like an adult, please!”
damian knew she was right, but there was a difference in knowing she was right and following her advice. he’d never been very good at that; that being both following advice and communication. it seemed to damian sometimes like if it was meant to be, it would happen, and if not why fight it? this had not been good for his love life so far.
rhea left him there to stew on her words, saying something about how she was going to look for dom. damian, feeling exhausted all of a sudden for some reason, decided to go back to the hotel room.
the room was dark when he got back, a lump that was presumably finn breathed deeply on the bed furthest away from door. he stumbled as quietly as he could to grab his toothbrush and his sleeping clothes to not wake him. he wasn’t drunk, having only had a couple drinks, but finn could be grumpy if his sleep was unexpectedly interrupted.
damian eventually laid carefully next to the older man on their bed, but finn, ever the light sleeper, still rolled over groggily at the movement.
“dame, what happened?” he said, looking adorably ruffled, but damian was quick to reassure him.
“nothing, amor, i was just tired so i came back early.”
“aw, okay, come here big man,” finn fussed over him until he got damian on his back and his own head on the bigger man’s chest. his breath tickled slightly where it blew on his bare skin, seemingly fast on his way back to sleep.
damian thought, as hard as he could, to the older man “i love you” but of course, half asleep, and more importantly, not a mind reader, finn was unaware.
maybe one day he would be able to say it out loud.
~
when he was younger, in middle school, he met this boy. they quickly became best friends; damian knew a lot of people in school, but there was only one cass. this boy shared a lot with damian, he knew all about his family problems and love life.
he had never realized he never shared anything back with his best friend until one time he told him about a problem he was having with a younger sibling. cass said that even if they had known each other for years, damian had never asked him for advice on anything even if the opposite happened a lot.
many things happened throughout the years they knew each other. they were at each other's lowest points, until one day they fell into bed together, drunk.
that morning after, damian pretended to be asleep while cass snuck out the bed, but not before he smoothed his hair off to kiss his forehead. they never spoke again.
he seldom thought about his old friend anymore, only when he was feeling melancholy and having doubts. he was a reminder that people could leave him for no reason, just because they felt like it.
the judgment day had now been at some of his highest points, and they always had his back. damian didn’t think they would leave him for no reason, but sometimes when they fought, be it a storyline for wwe or not, he remembered cass walking away.
“i’m just saying, there’s no reason to antagonize the kid like that, priest, you know exactly what you were doing!” rhea was admonishing him from where they sat at the diner next to their hotel room. dom sat next to her, pretending to be engrossed in the fries they were all sharing.
damian rolled his eyes, he didn’t know what the big deal was. he had just been kissing his boyfriend, that was allowed, wasn't it?
“rhea, it is my right as finn’s boyfriend to kiss him whenever i want, okay? just because jd was there that doesn’t change-”
rhea slammed a hand down suddenly on the table, startling dom so much he jumped in the booth next to her.
“finn might be your boyfriend, but it doesn’t give you the right to kiss him whenever you want, it gives you the privilege, priest, and don’t play dumb with me, i know you were just trying to assert your dominance or some other male bullshit, i don’t care, but finn is better than that! you're better than that!”
they both quieted down at that, just staring at each other now.
suddenly, dom cleared his throat.
“damian, why do you dislike jd so much?” he hesitated to ask, but it felt like something that needed to be addressed.
damian kept silent, not knowing what he wanted to say. he knew rhea and dom liked jd, had even slept with him a few times, which although he didn’t understand, he wasn’t surprised by. jd was a good-looking kid, but seeing him so obviously having just been making out with finn had rubbed him the wrong way. didn’t he have enough, having been lucky enough to know someone like finn since he was young, to have the support damian hadn’t?
“damian?” rhea touched his hand where it rested on the table between them next to their now cold food.
the taller man blinked now at their joined hands, but still didn’t know what to say.
“did you ever talk to finn about why he hadn’t said anything to jd about y'all being together?” she said now,” because i did. don't worry, i didn’t mention you, but i did ask him if jd knew we were all involved. he seemed surprised, but said of course jd knew, wasn’t it obvious?”
damian didn’t know what to say again, so he didn’t say anything. thankfully, rhea continued.
“i said yes, but it was always nice to make sure, to talk about things and say them out loud. he said yes, communication is key in relationships, but it is a two-way street.”
damian shifted then, looking down to his forgotten drink.
“now, i don’t think he was only talking about jd then, do you?” rhea let his hand go now, grabbing her own drink and giving it a sip.
after a minute, in which dom seemed to be done pretending to eat fries and rhea drank most of her tea, damian finally gave up his bout of silence and decided to maybe follow this advice.
“i don’t dislike jd, dom,” he started slowly, trying to spin his thoughts around in his head in such a way as to make them make sense,” i just don’t like how he thinks he’s better than me-”
“he’s doesn’t tho,” rhea interrupted, “has he ever said that to you? what makes you think that?”
“rhea, he obviously does, he’s never had to struggle, he was trained as a boy by finn balor, for god’s sake, he has known my boyfriend for decades more than me, he has always had support. i had to struggle to even get into this industry, you know that-”
dom interrupted him now, looking a little hurt, ”so you think i think i’m better than you?”
rhea shot him a warning look, and damian sighed.
“no, dom, i know you work hard, that’s not what i meant,” he started, but dom still frowned at him.
“have you ever talked to jd about his family? a lot of them, including his parents, don’t support him. they think this career is a joke, it's why he stuck so close to finn for years,” the younger man said, looking away from damian to rhea who nodded in reassurance.
“i know what it's like to not speak to your parents, to not be able to count on their support, but that was when i was grown up, imagine as a boy?” he continued, still not looking at damian.
damian hadn’t known that about jd. he had seen how much dom had been affected by the split from his father, had even held him several times when it became too much. despite all he had struggled to break into the wrestling industry, his family had always been supportive.
“i’m sorry, pequeño, i didn’t mean to bring this up for you,” damian reassured the younger man, reaching for his hand.
they all breathed together for a minute after dom reassured damian it was no big deal.
“please, take the advice i gave you long ago, and talk to your bloody boyfriend like an adult, love,” rhea said then, putting her own hand on top of theirs.
damian thought about that for a second, deciding he could start following that advice now.
“i will, rhea, and you know how much you mean to me too, right?” he confessed, bringing their joined hands up to press a kiss to both his lovers hands, “you too, dominik, please don’t think that because we’re talking about me and finn i don’t feel the same for y'all, okay?”
both his younger lovers beamed at him, taking their hands back to cup his face almost in unison.
“we love you too, dummy,” rhea rolled her eyes at him fondly.
“i didn’t say love, rhea,” he huffed back at her, remembering his thoughts on how he had never said that to finn, or to rhea or dom now that he thought about it.
“i know you didn’t, but i know.”
damian looked at dom, who nodded in commiseration, and took a second before asking, “... do you think finn knows?”
rhea and dom looked at each other then burst out laughing. offended, damian made to leave but they stopped him and pulled him back into his seat.
“i’m sorry, love, it’s just, your face was so funny,” rhea wiped an imaginary tear of her eye, taking it a little too far in damian’s opinion.
eventually, they settled and dom spoke up this time.
“of course, he knows, damian, but like rhea said, it’s always nice to hear it,” he said, signaling to the server for the check.
damian looked out the window, noticing how dark it was outside. how long had they spent here?
by the time they got back to their hotel room all the lights were out and the tv displayed a cartoon movie damian could not recognize on mute.
the lump on the occupied bed was larger than usual, so he assumed both irishmen were tangled on the bed together asleep, a sight that was quickly becoming more familiar.
the sleeping situation was… not ideal to damian. he missed sleeping in the same bed as finn, cuddling and breathing with the other man. they hadn’t stopped talking, or kissing, or even hooking up, but it was different somehow. however, he didn’t see it changing any time soon unless he made a few changes.
tomorrow would be a different day, and it would bring him that opportunity. he would not be stupid, he would talk to his bloody boyfriend like an adult, and hopefully, things would be better.
~
the next day damian was so excited to start on his goal he awoke before everyone else and decided to jump into the shower first to get a head start before the morning traffic.
he might have taken longer than he realised thinking over what he was going to say, where they could go, that by the time he opened the door and ran into jd, everyone else seemed to be up already.
jd looked at him like a deer in headlights, and damian warred for a second on his reflexive frown before stepping aside to let the younger man pass. he could hear rhea and dom talking to, or more than likely teasing judging by the tone of their voices, finn but still took a second to gather his wits about him before looking towards the others.
finn was sitting up from the bed he had been sharing with jd, looking sleepy and with adorable hooded eyes, but damian’s attention was almost entirely taken by the frankly alarming looking hickey on the side of this neck.
he felt rhea and dom’s choke and gasp of surprise on the bottom of his throat, and noticed his hearing had gone slightly muffled.
it was… actually really hot to see finn all marked up like that. damian thought he would be mad to see the older man with someone else’s mark on him (and okay maybe he was a little bit). visible marks had never been a thing they did, having to be exposed often in their line of business, but this… was really something.
he could tell it was affecting dom and rhea, too. the younger man was staring a bit open-mouthed at finn, while rhea was struggling to keep her eyes on the irishman’s while she talked to him. they had all seen finn in all his naked glory before, of course, but there was just something different about this situation. maybe because it was new?
regardless, damian had a goal, so he steeled himself again and walked over to where his younger lovers wouldn’t stop ogling his boyfriend, which he didn’t seem to have noticed probably because he had just woken up.
they slunk off, and damian took his time finding a comfortable spot next to finn on the bed. the older man gathered the sheets across their laps, even covering damian, perhaps sensing the seriousness he was trying to convey or maybe he was just nervous.
before he could say anything, finn interrupted, saying something about how he was sorry. why was he sorry, maybe he hadn’t outright said he was hooking up with jd, but it was obvious? sure, damian had been a little hurt when he first realized, but it wasn’t like it had affected them much… huh, maybe rhea was right about this whole communication thing.
“i know i’ve never been the most open with my feelings, prince, but i hope at least my actions let you know how much i cherish you,” he said.
damian had stopped himself just shy of saying that word. cherish meant basically the same thing, tho, so maybe he could get away with not saying for a bit.
finn’s smile when he kissed his knuckles said he heard the word, which was good because it was what the taller man had meant to convey anyways.
~
even after all that, dom and rhea teased them and damian got up eventually to finish getting ready to leave. jd stumbled out of the bathroom after a bit, and damian just smiled to himself when finn berated the younger man when he saw the state of his neck in the mirror.
rhea and dom teased jd (didn’t they have things to do, what was it with all the goddamn teasing) but the younger man shot back with “well yeah, have you seen him, of course i was trying to suck something.”
damian couldn’t contain his huff of laughter at that, caught a bit off guard just then. the kid had jokes, huh?
their eyes met across the room, and damian forced himself to not react in the way he usually would. the younger man was gaping at him, clear blue eyes, so much like finn’s (were all irish men just like that or what?) and mouth open, that mouth that had left that mark on finn.
damian had promised to give the kid a chance, but was unprepared for that thought. jd was hot, sure, most people in their line of work were, but where had that come from?
he booked it out of the hotel room before he could explore that thought further.
~
weeks later, finn and damian found themselves in a very rare situation-alone in the judgment day clubhouse. how it happened wasn’t something the bigger man was very worried about, not when he had a lapful of a very enthusiastic finn balor kissing the life out of him.
on raw, any strife in between jd and damian was gone; they had long since put any bad feelings between them behind and gone forward as a stronger, better faction. similarly, in real life, everything was good, damian no longer glared and jd wasn’t afraid.
the problem now was damian had taken to ignoring jd. he would not talk to him, or really even look at him. he couldn’t tell you why. he didn’t know why?
finn pulled back suddenly, resting his previously wandering hands on damian’s shoulders.
“dame, are you okay?” he asked, biting his red bottom lip worriedly, “it seemed like you’re lost in thought?”
damian sighed, why was he wasting the precious alone time he had with his boyfriend right now? there’s no telling when it would happen again!
“i’m sorry, amor, don’t worry-”
finn pushed him back when he tried to get back to making out again.
“no, don’t try to distract me, what’s going on?”
damian dropped his hands to the older man’s hips. did they really have to get into this right now?
he kept silent, laying his head back on the couch with defeat. finn huffed and moved to get off his lap, but damian gripped him tighter.
“no, don’t leave, please just give me a minute,” he pleaded, not knowing what he was going to say but he didn’t want to lose the comforting weight of the older man on top of him,
finn sighed, settling back in his lap, but decided to hug him to his chest. damian took advantage, wrapping his own arms around his boyfriend, pulling him flush against him.
they stayed like that for a couple minutes, until the older man pulled back and cupped damian’s face.
“i know it’s hard for you to share your thoughts, but i want you to know i always want to know of them,” he whispered, kissing damian’s forehead sweetly, “we’ve been together for almost a year now, i know this is how you are, but i always will be here if you ever want to talk about anything.”
damian’s heart was going to beat out of his chest. he thought again,” i love you, i love you, i love you,” but of course, again finn didn’t hear it. he nodded mutely, too overwhelmed by emotion to say anything at the moment.
eventually, finn slipped out of his lap to sit beside him on the couch, grabbing the playsation controller to turn on the clubhouse tv. he was selecting a character on wwe 2k24 when damian finally built up the courage to say something.
“did i ever tell you about this friend i had years ago, back in middle and high school?”
finn paused where he had been trying to decide in between jd and becky on the playstation.
“yeah, i think so,” he said slowly, “their name was cass, i think?”
damian smiled, knowing he had only ever talked about one friend the whole time he had known finn.
“yeah, he, uh, messaged me on instagram the other day,” he confessed, grabbing his phone and scrolling through the many messages on the app.
finn almost couldn't stop his gasp; he remembered how sad and hurt damian had sounded when he spoke of his old friend. he couldn't imagine what the message could have been.
damian silently handed him the phone.
it read: hey, i know we haven't spoken in years, but i just wanted to apologize about what happened that night. it was so awkward but it wasn't an excuse to walk away from you. maybe next time we're in the same state we can go out for a cup of coffee and talk?
finn let out a quiet wow, not knowing what to say. he noticed damian hadn't replied yet.
“why haven't you replied? he questioned, handing the phone back.
damian shrugged, “don't know what to say..”
finn bit his lip, trying to think of how best to express his thoughts.
“what if you had sent this? wouldn't you want a reply?”
damian paused where had had been reading his old friends message over.
“huh, never thought of it like that,” he mused, before opening the chat log and replying the first thing that came to his head.
finn had decided to choose his own character and was now trying to decide who he wanted to fight when damian gasped out loud and thrust the phone into his face again.
damian's message read: hey, dw about it, it happened a long time ago. i don't even really remember what happened lol
cass’ message: right.. how's life treating you anyways?
finn rolled his eyes at damian's message.
“why would you say that, damian?”
“it was the first thing I thought of, i don't know!”
“i'm just glad he seems to not take it in a bad way, i don't know that i would have..”
damian huffed, rolling his own eyes now, saying something about how finn had been the one to push him to reply when he had been perfectly happy to ignore the message.
they fell back into a comfortable silence until the rest of the judgement day burst thru the door, carrying plates full of food from catering.
jd handed finn one of the plates he was carrying, nodding at the the older man’s “thank you bug!” before shuffling up to damian, holding something wrapped up in a napkin.
damian had still been engrossed in his phone before he realized jd was standing in front of him.
finn nudged damian when they just started at each other awkardly for way too long.
“”ow, i mean, yes?” damian said, rubbing where the older man had poked a pointy finger into his ribs.
“i got these for you!” jd said, grimacing at the near shout of nervousness, holding the bundle of napkins in front of him.
damian blinked down at the younger man, realizing jd was offering him chocolate chip cookies.
finn cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence once again.
“oh yeah, uh, thanks man,” damian said, taking the offered dessert, wincing and ignoring the spark he felt when his hand brushed jordan's.
jd nodded in turn, quickly pulling his hand back and taking a seat next to finn on the couch, taking the controller that had been abandoned.
dom and rhea were whispering and giggling at something in the corner before rhea cleared her throat to get everyone's attention.
“so, who's coming out with us tonight?” she asked, “my friend needs to know to put us on the list?”
damian looked to finn; since jd had become a part of the judgment day, he and jd took turns staying with finn when dom and rhea went out. it was kind of an unspoken agreement in between them.
finn looked back, an eyebrow raised almost in challenge then said, “i am.”
it was almost funny how everyone stopped what they were doing to turn and look at him, gobsmacked.
“what?” he said defensively, “i'll have you know i used to be quite the party animal back in japan-”
“yeah, back in the olden days, grandpa, we know,” dom said, laughing and coming up the couch to grip finn's shoulder, “you know there's gonna be other people around right?”
finn pushed him off, scoffing and saying something about how he was trying something new, mind your manners boy.
damian glanced at rhea, who shrugged, before looking towards jd. the younger man was frowning at dom and finn, who were play wrestling now.
those clear blue eyes looked at damian then, and he fought the urge to glance away before deciding to raise an eyebrow questionly at him.
a perplexed shrug back said, yeah i don't know either, so damian sighed and told rhea to also put him on the list. jd did the same.
this was going to be an interesting night.
~
it was frankly unfair how good his lovers looked when they decided to dress up. damian had seen them wearing everything and nothing, but this was something else.
jd's eyes were glued to finn; damian couldn't blame him when he was in the same predicament. the older man rarely wore a suit, but whenever he did damian was reminded he used to be an armani model.
as soon as they arrived at the club, rhea grabbed dom and finn and dragged them off. she stuck her tongue out at damian when he protested.
he sighed in defeat, watching his younger lovers surround finn and immediately start grinding on him, seemingly having decided the older man was theirs for the evening.
jd cleared his throat, slightly startling damian out of his staring. he pointed to the bar and damian nodded back in acknowledgement, not feeling up for alchohol all of sudden. the younger man nodded back before walking away.
damian watched him get the bartender’s attention before he heard someone call his name. he turned to see kayden, katana and chelsea green at a table, waving him over.
“where’s your better half, priest?” chelsea asked as soon as he got within earshot. damian grabbed one of the many shots on their table and sniffed it, feeling nausea just at the smell.
“he’s dancing,” he replied, gesturing with his chin the general direction his lovers had gone. the girls all turned to look, humming at the sight.
“you know, i saw him very snuggled up to that new kid a week ago, are they also a thing?” kayden asked him, probably thinking she was being discreet, but as she was halfway drunk already, everyone at the table heard.
katana and chelsea tittered at the annoyed face damian made at kayden, who seemed to realize her mistake. damian wasn’t really annoyed; he didn’t really care if people knew, they were more worried about fans versus their colleagues finding out.
besides, everyone was also aware of how close chelsea and piper were, even with their respective partners back home.
“what new kid?” katana whispered to chelsea, who whispered back “yaknow, that little irish kid he’s known forever!”
damain didn’t even bother hiding his eyeroll now, deciding he would need that shot after all. he was still grimacing from the taste, wishing he had a chaser, when katana exclaimed, “oooh you mean the cutie from nxt? i thought he had been here for a hot minute already..”
the girls were debating this point while damian tried to recover from the bad taste that comment had left him with, the bitter alcohol he had just ingested notwithstanding.
was he jealous? he knew jordan was attractive, obviously he had eyes, but it bothered him people outside their faction commented on it. that was finn’s boy, dom and rhea’s boyfriend, how dare people-
“damian!” kayden slapped his shoulder, finally breaking him out of his thoughts. he swatted her back playfully before noticing her face was serious as she pointed towards the bar.
there was a girl giggling and twiling her hair rather aggresively at jd, who looked like he wasn’t aware of the attention, probably because he was so drunk. how had he gotten so drunk already, they had barely been there a half hour?
damian swore under his breath, turning around to look for finn, dom and rhea. chelsea told him she had seen them walk out a bit ago, which meant he had to take care of this.
the girl’s goodbyes were almost immediately forgotten as he strode towards the younger irishman; the girl had a hand on jd’s chest now, seemingly a lot closer now than before.
jordan blinked up at him when he cleared his throat, now next to the girl who didn’t look away from her prey.
“what’s up, big man?” jd slurred, swaying slightly in place. damian frowned; usually jordan only called him by his name, rarely calling him by the many nicknames the others had for him.
“we have to go,” he said, not able to think of any excuse he could give to justify taking the younger man from this girl. what if jd wanted to stay? what would damian tell finn, dom and rhea?
jordan was apologizing to the girl, having taken her hand from his chest and placing it on the bar. she was pouting at him now, protesting but understanding. before he could step away completely, she grabbed his arm and wrote her number on his hand with a sharpie she pulled from the ether.
damian struggled to keep his scoff down; did people still write their numbers down to flirt? it seemed like such a dumb thing to do. the girl batted her eyelashes at jordan unabashedly, reminding the younger irishman to call her in a sickly sweet voice that grated on damian’s nerves.
they were walking out the nightclub and towards their hotel when damian couldn’t take it anymore.
“soooo, you gonna call her?” he asked, studiously not looking at jd as they waited for a car to stop and wave them thru at a four way stop. jordan hummed in question, but held on until they were safely across before continuing the conversation.
“call who?” he asked, seemingly a lot more sober now than he had been mere moments ago.
“the girl, man, you were just talking to her,” damian snapped, suddenly angry.
jd hesitated, shooting damian a startled look he couldn’t decipher.
they kept walking in silence until the hotel was in sight. damian had dropped it, knowing he technically didn’t have a right to question the younger irishman.
“why would i call her?” he said suddenly, startling damian where he had been looking for their hotel room keys to open the door.
he noticed he only had one; it had seemed weird to him when rhea had booked them two different hotel rooms since usually they all crashed in one. in hindsight, she might have done that on purpose.
they were alone in the elevator when damian finally had a reply.
“she was cute, i guess, and i’m sure the others wouldn’t mind.”
they were quiet, then the elevator bell rang. the doors opened but neither man made to exit.
“i already have all i need,” jordan said before exiting and walking down the hallway.
damian had to hastily follow before the door closed on him; jd was already standing by the hotel room when he caught up. he scanned the key and let jordan walk in first.
he almost bumped into the younger man when he abruptly stopped short, swearing silently before spotting the singular bed.
goddamnit, what did rhea think she was doing? even when they had seprate rooms they always got two beds!
jd avoided his eyes before booking it to the bathroom, the slam of the door loud in the quiet room. well, that was a message well received.
damian scowled to himself before tossing the hotel room key on the nightstand and turning to leave. he was getting too old for this shit.