After taking a seat in front of Wheland and Rooster, I smile at the pair of them. Actually, inwardly I am thinking what a hot couple they make, but I am keeping that little tidbit to myself, though I am pretty sure they know it. It takes me a moment to get out of my own headspace and fantasy of the two of them, before I clear my throat and begin.
Leslie: So tell me, how did the two of you meet? This is just to break the ice, and don’t worry about embarrassing me, because I have heard and seen it all.
Wheland glances at Rooster and grins. "Do you want to tell her the story or should I?"
Rooster reaches over and squeezes Wheland's thigh. "That one is all yours."
Wheland rubs at his face and stifles a laugh. "He's allowing me to tell you because he likes to remind me about this all the time. The real truth is, we met years ago but we were both running after different... things."
Rooster: "Things? Really? That's what you want to call it?" Rooster looks over at Leslie. “He’s being polite. We were both chasing pussy back then. That's what he means to say."
Wheland: "Are you telling the story, or am I?"
Rooster: "Go ahead. I apologize for interrupting, but I want the story to be accurate."
Wheland: "It will be, now shut the fuck up."
Rooster rolls his eyes and winks at Leslie.
Wheland: “About a year ago Sonny blew back into town and I rear-ended him."
Rooster burst out laughing. "Oh, you rear-ended me alright! I never did get that car fixed."
My laughter fills the room at their comfortable exchange and I find myself shaking my head at their antics. Looking around for a moment, I take in all of the lights and tree set up in the corner of the room. I cannot help but smile at the packages already wrapped at the bottom of the tree and notice that their gazes have followed mine.
Leslie: I notice you guys have decorated for the holidays already. I like it. I guess this would be a good time to ask, what is your favorite holiday and what is your least favorite?
Rooster: "I'm the one who decorated the tree. Mick's idea of decorating is tossing some tinsel onto the neck of his guitars."
Wheland: "True, but I am definitely a fan of the mistletoe."
Rooster smiles: "You don't want to know what he does under that mistletoe."
Wheland: "Babe, I wasn't going to tell her about that, and it wasn't what she was asking, either."
Rooster: "Oh, right. My favorite holiday is New Years Eve. I like the premise of letting go of the old and bringing in the new; like a rebirth, or a do-over."
Wheland: "Getting rid of the old? Are you referring to me?"
Rooster: "I'm never getting rid of you. You're stuck with me."
Wheland: "That's what I like to hear." Wheland and Rooster were smiling at each other with matching stupid grins and Wheland realized he hadn't answered Leslie's question. "Oh, sorry. I lost my train of thought. My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving because I love to eat and Thanksgiving is all about the eating."
I notice they did not answer the least favorite and decide to not even bring it back up especially since I am trying to not laugh at the thought of tinsel on the guitars, which is not really a bad idea in my own mind.
Leslie: Wheland, I am with you on that whole decorating thing, I do it, but don't really enjoy it. But the mistletoe, I can soooooo get behind that tradition. So, during the holidays do you guys plan on hanging out with the band and their spouses, boyfriends, or with family? Or you going to do the whole couple thing and make the rounds or just spend it alone with each other?
Wheland: "Christmas Eve we'll spend alone with each other. It's a tradition we started last year because we were newly together and I was leaving right after the holidays to tour with my band."
Rooster: "My mom recently passed, so this year we're going to start Christmas day with my Dad and sister, then end up at Alex's house with Mick's whole band."
Wheland: "Along with everyone's significant others. We'll all be there."
Rooster: "Luckily, Alex, Chase, and Danni have a huge house."
Leslie: Speaking of the couple thing, how is all that coming along? I mean, you two look happy, but I know that the whole touring thing sucked for the both of you, and then with the passing of Rooster 's mom, that must have been rough on your whole relationship aspect?
Wheland: "Helping Sonny through the grieving process after we lost his mom brought us closer together."
Rooster: "It did. Mick is the strongest man I know and I really needed that strength to get me through some of those dark days."
Wheland reached for Rooster's hand and laced their fingers. "I think we draw off of each others strength every day."
Leslie: And everything is cool with you guys and the band?
Wheland: "The guys all knew Sonny from years ago, so they accepted him right away. I think it confused Tony and Jared at first, but they're cool about it now, and Cooper and Alex were always fine with us being a couple."
Rooster laughed softly: "I think Tony and Jared are confused in general."
Wheland: "Yeah, confused with the boundaries of friendship."
Rooster: "Among other things."
Nodding, I get what they are saying, and lose my battle with laughter. Even in a serious moment these two manage to add the humor that obviously gives their relationship spice.
Leslie: Okay, so those boys are wandering around in a dark closet, I take it? Pity! Things are best when everything is out in the open. I guess everything is out in the open between you two, so is it okay to ask, what is your favorite thing about one another? Ohhhhhh, and don't think I just want some sappy response, be honest here boys!
Rooster turns to Wheland to answer Leslie: “My sappy answer would be I love his eyes. You can see every emotion he's feeling in them, but that's not what you're asking, is it?”
Wheland smirked and jumped in: “I love Sonny's ass.”
Rooster shoulder bumps Wheland almost tipping him over on the couch.
Wheland: “What? It's the truth! You have an amazing ass, babe.”
Rooster looks back at Leslie, his cheeks flushed red. “Sorry about that.”
Wheland: “Don't apologize for that ass. It's a work of art. I should also point out, your enormous cock is a thing of beauty, too.”
Rooster: “Seriously, Mick? She doesn't need to know how big my dick is.”
Wheland laughed: “The size of your dick has been well documented over the years. Did you know that's part of the reason behind his nickname? Rooster = Cock.”
Leslie: While we are on this line of thought, is there anything about each other that drives you crazy, and not in the good way. Like... as in 'Oh my GOD, if he makes that noise one more time, I am going to smack him stupid' kind of crazy?
Rooster: “Right now, the lack of a filter on the words coming out of his mouth is annoying the shit out of me.”
Wheland: “Sometimes Sonny takes life too seriously. I do my best to keep him loosened up.”
The grin on Wheland's face has Rooster rolling his eyes again.
Rooster: “This is an interview, Mick. Do you really want her printing this shit?”
Wheland: “Why not? She said in the beginning she's seen and heard it all, and for us to be real. This is us – the real us.”
Leslie: Now, what about that other kind of crazy, you know, the goooooooood kind?
Rooster covers Wheland's mouth with his hand. “You probably shouldn't ask Mick a question like that – unless you're looking for a blow-by-blow account of our sex life.”
Wheland: “Blow-by-blow? Did you really just say that?”
Rooster: “I did.”
Wheland: “I like the way you think, babe, but I was thinking of offering her one of our short video demos.”
Rooster: “None of those videos are short, Mick.”
Leslie: Oh my God, I love you guys. Can I move in and just listen to you all day?
When Wheland smirks and practically preens, I shake my head and laugh loudly, especially when Rooster shoots him a playful glare. Without even knowing what he was about to say, I laugh again and cut him off.
Leslie: Yeah, I know, you are loud, you make him scream... yada yada yada. I don't doubt it, trust me, and while I think it would be hot to listen and watch, it's not... oh, hell, who am I kidding, of course it would, but that's totally not where I was going with this. So, let me just ask you two a few more questions and then you can get back to that whole mistletoe, screaming, blow by blow amazing sex life of yours, cool?
Rooster, you seemed to have settled in to Wheland's house and now I am wondering... with all the weddings and proposals with the rest of your band, Wheland, will we be hearing wedding bells from the two of you any time soon, or is that question... off the table? If it is, just ignore it, and how about answer... do you two someday see yourself taking vows and making it official? Oh, wait, that is the same question, right?
For the first time during the interview, Wheland seems to be at a loss for words, like he were arranging the perfect answer inside his head.
Rooster: “What's the matter, Mick? Cat got your tongue?”
Wheland shook his head and drew in a long breath before he said: “Planning a future with someone is serious shit. It's not something I take lightly, but when I do think about the years ahead, I can't imagine anyone other than Sonny being beside me to share every moment of it. Simply put, he's... my everything.”
Rooster leans closer to Wheland and presses their foreheads together: “Jesus, that's beautiful. No wonder I love you so much.”
Wheland covered Rooster's mouth for a searing kiss, then said: “Love you, too.”
Leslie: What about kids and all that? The house with the picket fence? Is that something that sounds good or is the lure of rock and roll lifestyle too much to think of all of that right now?
Wheland: “Actually, we've been discussing the possibility of using a surrogate to have a couple of kids with.”
Rooster: “It won't happen right away, but maybe down the road a bit.”
Wheland: “It's nice to have the option, though.”
Leslie: Just to wrap this up, how about you both describe to me and our readers the perfect happily ever after for the two of you
Wheland glances at Rooster again and smiles. “Damn, she asked another serious question. I'd much rather give a more in depth account of our sex life. What'd you think?”
Rooster: “I think neither she, nor the readers, are all that interested in our sex life.”
Wheland: “That's just your opinion. I think they'd all love to know more about our bedroom antics.”
Rooster: “Doubtful, so just answer the damn question.”
Wheland: “Okay, fine.” Wheland took his time pondering the question some more, then said: “Sonny has a cabin in a very isolated location that very few people know about. I recently had the extreme pleasure of visiting and loved everything about it.” Wheland reached for Rooster's hand again, twined their fingers together, and set both their hands onto his thigh. “Watching the sunsets from the deck of this cottage overlooking the lake and writing music together... I can't think of a more perfect 'happily-ever-after' for us than that.”
Rooster: “And, being naked 24/7.”
Wheland: “Ahhh, and now who's got the dirty mind?”
Leslie: You know, Wheland, they say a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste. I think you will be safe though. Both of you!
Rising from my seat, I stand and watch as they do the same. Extending my hand intending to say 'Thank You' and be on my way, I am pleasantly surprised to be pulled into a hug by both of them. On a final parting, I lean in between in them and speak in a low voice
Leslie: You know, everyone is interested in your sex life. It is what gives that extra bit of intrigue to your life, and makes the pair of you incredibly hot... which you are. So, thank you again for the interview, and I am going to take my leave now... and stand outside your door, and pretend to not listen to what happens when it closes behind me, okay?
Making my way to the door, I spy the mistletoe above my head and laugh softly. Ohhhh, yeah, what's not to love about mistletoe...? Hell, what's not to love about Wheland and Rooster, because after today, I could not find a single thing I did not adore about them!
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