#drew was on sd for ten seconds and i hate that. so i am filling in the gaps for myself.

[sweetdreamhellofanight]

Jealous

Drew Gulak x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 2,517 Summary: Drew is jealous. Noam thinks he’s funny.

“I know, I know, you’re waiting to get me alone but not tonight, love, I’m busy,” Noam said loudly as he approached you backstage after his match. 

You rolled your eyes, and pushed him off as he gave you a giant kiss on the cheek. 

He slung his arm around your shoulders and pushed you along with him as he walked back to the locker room. 

“Well there go my plans for tonight,” you said, sarcastically as Drew joined you both. 

“Don’t worry,” Noam continued, “Drew’ll take care of you.” 

Drew smiled and nodded, not saying anything. 

“Well don’t keep me waiting, casanova,” you replied, pushing him off you. 

He blew a kiss to you as he walked backwards into the locker room, leaving you alone with Drew. 

Finally, you turned to him, grabbing the towel around his neck and pulled him closer, 

“Hey you,” you whispered, 

“Hi,” he replied, kissing you softly. You could tell something was off, though. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked. 

He shook his head, 

“Nothing, just tired,” he said, “did you eat?” 

You shook your head, 

“I was waiting for you.” He smiled at that, but still, you worried for him. 

“Lemme get my stuff, we can leave together.” 

But he was quiet all the way out, taking your bags wordlessly and loading them into the car, nodding when you suggested where to eat, even letting you order for him once you were both seated. 

“What’s going on with you?” you asked him, finally. 

He shook his head, and you both finished the meal in near silence. He paid the bill, held your hand back to the car, and opened your door first. You offered to drive, but he shook his head. 

“You’re upset.” 

It was a statement. 

You knew if you asked a question you’d be met with silence again.

“I’m tired,” he replied, instead. 

“Drew,” you said, turning to face him. 

He said nothing and gripped the wheel tighter. You moved a hand over his thigh, but he didn’t react. He didn’t so much as shift in his seat, tell you to wait until you got to your room. 

He didn’t react at all and you knew something was very wrong. 

But he drove almost total silence with only the radio on to fill the air. 

Once at the hotel, you took your bags from his hands, making it a point to carry your own stuff since he was so keen on not acknowledging you tonight. 

He didn’t try to change your mind, either. 

Your only saving grace was running into Noam in the lobby of the hotel. Drew had checked in and you had stood by his side, despite his attitude, despite his grumpiness. 

But when you noticed Noam sitting by himself you found a reason to give Drew his space. 

“Waiting for someone?” you asked, hitting his knees with your bag. 

He looked up from his phone and smiled, 

“Only you,” he teased as you took the seat across from him. 

“You waiting to check in?” you asked. 

He nodded, 

“Yeah, I didn’t know you two would be here tonight,” he said, motioning to Drew. You turned, watching as Drew waited for you near the elevators. “What’s wrong with him?” he asked. 

You rolled your eyes, 

“I wish I knew,” you mumbled. “He’s been acting like that all night.” 

“Did you two get into a fight?” he asked. 

“Not that I know of,” you said, exasperatedly. 

“Well, hope you figure it out,” he said, standing up. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

You sighed, standing up and heading in the opposite direction to meet Drew. 

“You done with him?” Drew asked pointedly as you joined him. He got onto the waiting elevator and all you could do was look at him in silent indignation. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you finally asked, stepping in with him. 

He shook his head, his expression completely calm. 

“Nothing,” he said. He waited a moment, and then continued. “It just feels like Noam’s got your attention these days.” 

He stared ahead, holding his bags with both hands, standing tall and rigid beside you. 

And all you could do was stare at him in shock. 

“He’s my friend?” you replied, unsure what he wanted to hear. 

“He sure is.” 

“Are you implying something?” you asked, as you both stepped out. 

“I’m not implying anything,” he replied. 

“I think you are and I don’t like it one bit,” you said, your voice getting louder. 

“Neither do I!” he shouted as soon as you both entered the room. You tossed your bags aside, staring up at him. 

You’d had enough of his bad attitude and you were in absolutely no mood to deal with his outbursts. 

So you stared at him, your arms folded over your chest, waiting for him to continue. 

“All you do is hang out with him, it’s like we can never have a minute alone together cause there’s Noam! With his arms around you or kissing you on the cheek or something else! It’s like I’m the afterthought in our relationship and he’s your priority!” 

“Noam is my friend! I care about him and I spend time with him the same way I spend time with literally all of my other friends!” you replied, your voice matching his. 

“Oh yeah? Do you let all your other friends hang off your arm like that? Or fall asleep on them when you sit backstage? Do all your other friends flirt with you in front of your boyfriend?” 

“Okay so you’re jealous,” you said, taking a seat on the bed. 

“I’m not jealous!” he yelled. 

“Convince me otherwise!” you yelled back. 

“What’re you talking about?” he asked. 

“You’re jealous of my friendship with Noam! Because you think I’m replacing you with him! But I’m not! I’ve known him for years so of course I’m comfortable around him but I’m not gonna fuck him!” 

“But you want to, don’t you?” he shot back. 

But you’d had enough. 

You bit your tongue for a moment, trying to find the best way to respond to him that wouldn’t ruin everything you’d built with him. 

But if he wanted to act like a child, well so could you. 

“You know what? Noam wouldn’t do this,” you finally said. 

You knew it was the wrong thing to say, that it would really make him angry now, but you didn’t care. You were tired of him, right now, and said the first thing that came to mind. 

“Oh yeah?” he said, his voice calming down. “Then go fuck him instead.” 

“Maybe I will!” you replied. 

“Go ahead!” 

“Fine!” 

“Fine!” 

For your own dramatic needs, you’d timed your final word just as you slammed the room door as you walked out. 

Once outside, though, you let out a shaky breath. 

It was going to take a while for him to calm down. 

You might as well make good on your word, you thought. 

***

Knocking on his door so late at night, you weren’t worried. You knew he’d be awake, and you knew he’d let you come in, 

“What is it this time?” Noam asked, looking you up and down. 

“Drew and I got into a fight,” you mumbled. “A fight that I am now aware of,” you added. 

He gave you a tired, half smile and sighed, but stepped aside. 

“Come on, I was about to order some food.” 

Half an hour later, you both sat on top of the bed, eating the burgers and fries he’d ordered, flipping through channels, finally landing on Ocean’s 11. 

“So what was the fight about?” Noam asked, taking the pickles off his burger and dropping them on your plate. 

“He thinks I wanna fuck you,” you said, through a mouthful of food. 

Noam choked, trying not to laugh as he chewed. 

You slapped him on the back twice before he waved his hand to signal he was okay. 

“What a load of crap,” he said, still laughing. 

You shrugged, 

“He doesn’t like the way you flirt with me in front of him, thinks you and I are too close,” you continued. 

“As if we’d ever sleep with each other,” he said. 

“That’s what I said!” you replied. 

“I mean, I can’t say I blame him. I’d be nervous if I were him,” he said, stealing fries off your plate. “Look at me! I’m a threat to anyone’s relationship!” 

“Shut up,” you mumbled, pulling your plate out of his reach. 

It was quiet, now, as you both finished your food, watching the movie, not out of interest so much as boredom. 

But a knock on the door made you both look at each other, 

“Noam?” Drew’s voice came. 

You rolled your eyes, sinking back into the pillows, 

“Tell him I don’t wanna talk,” you mumbled. 

Noam paused, looking at you with a growing smile that only ever brought bad decisions with it. 

“Hold on!” he yelled, straining his voice, for some reason, bouncing the bed noisily.  

He stood up quickly, pulling his shirt off and then his pants, 

You sat up, confused, looking at him as he pulled one of the fresh towels out of the bathroom and wrapped it around himself, 

“What are you doing?!” you asked, trying to keep your voice down. 

He walked out of the bathroom, water splashed over his face and chest, messing up his hair as he walked to the door, 

“Just wait,” he whispered back. 

He paused at the door and you leaned over to see, but he waved you back. You moved back because you weren’t sure you wanted to see what was about to happen.

You heard his breathing get heavier and finally, Noam opened the door, 

“How’s it going Drew?” he asked, breathless. 

You rolled your eyes. 

He really wanted to die by Drew’s hands tonight, huh. 

You heard Drew start to speak, but stop. You closed your eyes, knowing full well that he was looking at Noam red with rage right now. 

And then, 

“You son of a bitch!” you heard him yell before Noam ran back into view. Drew was pushing him backwards while Noam tried to speak, pointing towards you, his words completely unintelligible. 

Finally, Drew looked over at you, sitting on top of the neatly-made bed, with plates of food still on top of the covers, and, most importantly, all your clothes still on while Noam’s shirt and sweatpants hung off the chair on the other side of the room. 

“Oh,” he said, looking at you. 

“Hey,” you replied. 

“Told you,” Noam choked out. 

The three of you looked at one another, slightly embarrassed, unsure of what to say next. 

“Drew,” you started, sighing, “let go of Noam,” you finally said. 

Drew looked back at him, Noam still stuck in Drew’s clutches before he dropped him to the ground. 

“Sorry, buddy,” he mumbled. 

Noam waved him off, 

“Do you mind?” you asked him. 

Noam looked at you in shock, 

“This is my room!” he exclaimed. 

“Please?” you asked. 

Noam sighed in resentment, 

“Fine,” he mumbled, standing up, picking his clothes off the chair and getting dressed again. “I’m going to Tony’s room. Enjoy the room I paid for,” he mumbled as he left. 

Finally, Drew turned to face you. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, quickly, “I saw Noam at the door and he looked like that and I thought you two really had-” 

“Noam is an idiot,” you said, cutting him off, “but he’s also one of my closest friends who has never been anything more than that.” 

Drew stood there silently. 

He hadn’t changed out of his clothes, yet, still wearing the blazer over his t-shirt, but the baseball hat was gone and his hair was a mess. 

His hands were on his hip as he looked around, 

“So you guys didn’t…?��� he started, not wanting to say it out loud. 

“We didn’t,” you replied. “He ordered food. We were watching TV,” you said, pointing at the tv in front of you. “Why did you come here?” you asked. 

“I...didn’t know where you went. I figured he might know. I didn’t think you were actually going to, you know, sleep with him. But then he answered the door like that and…” 

“He thought it would be funny,” you answered. 

“Super funny,” Drew deadpanned. 

He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, 

“I’m sorry,” he said with an exhale. “I said a lot of stuff that hurt you and I am so sorry for that. I don’t want to be that guy that’s suspicious of everyone in your life and I know there’s no excuse for the way I spoke to you…” he trailed off, not sure where to finish. 

You sighed and scooted towards him, sitting on your heels in front of him, one hand over his, 

“If I’m with you, Drew, then there is nothing that could take me away from you,” you said, softly. “And what you said hurt, because I’ve only got eyes for you, babe.” 

It got a small smile out of him, and that was all you needed to know that things were headed the right way. 

“Noam is my friend. He’s one of my best friends, actually, so yeah there’s a bond there that’s different from the others, but that still doesn’t change the bond that you and I have.” 

“I love you so much,” he said, quickly, cupping your face with his hands, 

“I love you more,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him. 

Your movements were hesitant, unsure of where his head was in this moment, but as soon as your lips met his you realized what he wanted. 

He kissed you hard and rough, hands holding you tight in place against him. You pulled back, breathless, looking at him in shock, 

“Should we go back to the room first?” you asked. 

A devilish smile appeared and his eyes darted to the side wall. 

“Where’s Tony’s room?” he asked. 

“Next door,” you said, “why?” 

He looked back at you, eyes looking you over as he bit his lip, 

“Noam’s just next door,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck, “and I’ve been waiting so long, I don’t think I can make it back to our room.” 

His breath was hot against your neck, the tip of his nose tickling the crook of your neck, 

“Well then,” you whispered, pulling his head to look up at you. You rose to your knees, holding him by the chin, your fingers curling into his beard, “I guess we’ll just have to play it safe and stay here.” 

You pushed his blazer off his shoulders, letting it fall away as he stood up. He pushed you back onto the bed and moved over you, kissing his way up your body. 

You pulled your shirt off and pulled him back up to kiss him, 

“Let them all hear you,” he said into the kiss, “let them know there’s no one else that has you like me,” he said, pulling your pants down and propping your legs up.   

“Gladly,” you sighed as his head dipped between your legs.