Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not depict the ideals or feelings of those mentioned. I do not own any one/thing mentioned and are property of themselves as well as WWE. (Though I wouldn't mind claiming Roman Reigns as my own.)

This is mentioned at the end but Jimmy Uso, Jey Uso, and Naomi are refered to by their real life names. Jimmy is Jon, Jey is Josh, and Naomi is Trinity.


Don't Believe

Roman sighed, rubbing his face with one hand as he looked in the mirror, the drinks finally wearing off into a dull hangover. He groaned, looking back at the bed, finding lump that he didn't remember laying there. His heart was in his throat as he walked over and pulled the blanket back just enough to see whom had made it into his bed. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw short dark hair. It wasn't someone he would regret sleeping with. He looked under the sheets, finding the other body completely clothed. He smirked, dropping the blanket and walking back towards the bathroom to get a shower. "Thank God," he muttered, pulling off the only bit of clothing he had on: his boxers, off and stepping into the cold tub.

He couldn't remember much of the night before, only that he'd let Jon and Josh buy him drink after drink in celebration, and what they were celebrating, he couldn't remember either. He sighed, fiddling with the water tabs before finding a pleasantly hot shower flowing over him, wetting his hair and sliding down his stiff body. He groaned, smiling in bliss. "Feels fucking good," he murmured, running his hands through his hair.

It was a slow shower. Roman took his time washing and conditioning his hair before moving to wash his body with the hotel's complimentary body soap. He was going to enjoy it as much as he could, knowing that the hot water wouldn't stop until he turned the water off.

He was rinsing off when he heard the crash and scurrying around the room. He groaned, more in frustration that he was going to have to leave the hot shower than the conversation that he was sure to happen. He turned the tap off before getting out and wrapping a towel around himself. He took another towel and dried his hair, tossing it on the floor before opening the door to find scared blue eyes looking up at him.

"What happened last night?" the deep voice asked, panic starting to set in. "What did we do? Did we? Holy shit, we didn't, did we?"

Roman was almost amused at the panic in the slightly younger man's voice. He paused, watching as smaller male completely stopped before walking to the edge of the bed to sit down and calm down. "I don't think anything happened," Roman finally said, pushing his damp hair back, wishing he had a pony tail holder to tie it back with. "You're still clothed, I didn't wake up naked." He stretched upwards, those blue eyes raking up his near naked frame before meeting his eyes. "You okay now Cody?"

Cody shook his head, rubbing his face with the heels of his hands. "I don't remember anything," he whispered, looking down at the carpet, attempting to ignore a very handsome, very naked man in front of him. "Last thing I remember was Randy buying me a drink and Ted, he was in town to visit." Tears hit his eyes hard, thinking of his ex-lover. "I fucked everything up if I'm here…."

Roman sat down next to Cody, unsure of what else to do. "You okay?" he asked, a little worried for the other superstar if he was beating himself up already. "Cody?" He touched the shaking shoulder, sparkling blue eyes looking up into his grey ones. He paused, those tears tearing at his heart. He swallowed, pulling his hand back. "Is there anyway to fix it?" He had no idea what it was that Cody was upset over, or even what them sharing a room had done to ruin.

Cody shook his head. "I doubt it. It took me nearly six months to even get him to come see me, obviously I didn't mean that much to him," he answered softly, clenching his teeth to keep from doing something stupid, like crying in front of someone he'd barely taken the time to really even talk to. "I'm sorry, I'll just get out of here." He went to stand, stopping when his head started to pound from his standing too fast. He sat back down. "I don't know what the hell I drank but my head's killing me."

Roman tried not to smile. The guy was cute. "Get a shower first, helped me," he suggested, pointing towards the bathroom. "Just warn me if you shower fast, I'm gonna get dressed." He stood, walking over to the closet and finding his suitcase. "I'm not going to jump you in the shower if you're worried."

Cody chuckled, standing again slowly this time. He made his way into the bathroom and stripped down, finding dark hickeys along his chest. "Fuck," he gasped, looking down to find one on his hip, just above the waistband of his jeans, as well. "Roman!" he called frantically, waiting for a reply.

"Shit, I didn't even hear the water running," he called back, his voice teasing as he came closer. "You decent?"

"Just come here!" Cody called back, afraid of undoing his jeans. He turned towards the open door, looking up into the confused face. "Look at this! What am I supposed to do for the show?" He looked down, counting the four on his chest and adding it to the barely there one on his collarbone and the last one on his hip. "I can't hide these."

Roman chuckled, wondering if he'd been the one to give those love bites or not. He had to admit they looked good on the bronzed body. "And you need me for?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Are you a biter?" Cody asked, looking for any kind of proof that he'd been with Roman, knowing he was one that would leave a mark in a heartbeat if he wasn't reminded not to. "Because if you didn't do this, I don't know who did."

"Ted?" Roman asked, shrugging.

Cody shook his head. "I would've woken up in his bed," he murmured, feeling his body start to shake. He didn't understand what was going on. He felt nauseous. He turned towards the toilet, falling to his knees before vomiting right there. He heaved, his stomach completely empty.

Roman winced, walking over and opening the small plastic cup that was next to the sink. He filled it with cool water before handing it to Cody. "Here, drink this," he soothed, squatting down to rub the small back. "We'll figure it all out, but you have to calm down." He backed away after Cody calmed down and took a few sips of water. "I'm gonna get dressed. Just call if you need me."

Cody nodded, shaking violently as he rested against the toilet. Inside his mind he was begging to remember something, anything from the previous night. "Please, what happened, where did this come from?" he asked softly, touching the mark on his collarbone gingerly.

Roman sighed, pulling on his pants. He pulled his shirt over his head and down his torso before laying back on the single bed, looking over at the alarm clock. He read 10: 45 AM. He groaned, turning to his side and covering his eyes with an arm. It wasn't but a moment later that his phone was ringing, sending a shrill song into the air. "Go 'way Seth," he growled, uncovering his face and searching the bedside for his phone. "What?"

"You sound grouchy," Seth teased, a laugh evident in his voice. "So, you gonna tell us what happened last night? Dean and I are excited for all the juicy details."

Roman sat up straight. "What are you talking about?" he asked, panic evident in his own voice. He swallowed hard around a sudden lump in his throat, waiting for a reply. "Seth, I'm serious."

Seth didn't pick up on it. "With Rhodes? You two were all over each other last night at the bar. I mean, you were pretty tanked, and the shots your cousins were feeding you weren't helping. So, did you fuck him? Was it good?" he asked, waiting for the answers. "Rome?"

Roman shook his head, trying to remember. "Seth, I don't remember anything from last night," he admitted, suddenly wondering if he was the one to blame for Cody's hickeys, though he'd never really been one to leave them before. "I just woke up to him in my bed. We were both clothed."

Seth's voice was serious. "You don't remember anything?" he asked, worried for his best friend. "Roman, are you alone?"

"No, Cody's in the shower," he answered, groaning at the headache that was returning. He rested his head in his hand, closing his eyes and massaging his temples with his thumb and middle finger. "I'll just come to you after he leaves. It'll be less awkward that way." He hung up a moment later, flopping back on his bed. He wasn't sure if he should tell Cody the information he knew yet or not. He was sure other superstars would question Cody about it later, but he didn't want him to find out like that. He waited a few minutes before getting up and searching through his clothes for something that could possibly fit Cody.

"What are you doing?" Cody asked, a few minutes after that, his jeans on, the hotel's towel over his shoulders, the dark hickey's showing brilliantly. He watched as Roman finally pulled out a shirt. "Changing?"

Roman shook his head, trying to keep his eyes off of Cody's bare torso. "Put it on. No one will know the difference," he said, turning towards the other half of the room.

"Why does it matter?"

Roman couldn't help but chuckle as he turned back to Cody, eyes locking with the blue ones. "Unless you want to do the walk of shame back to your room, I'd put it on."

Cody felt his cheeks heat up. "We don't even know if all that happened," Cody muttered, pulling the shirt over his head, tossing the damp towel to the floor. He looked down at baggy shirt with a frown. "Everyone's gonna know this is your shirt."

"Not if you go right to your room and change."

"I don't even know if I have my room key."

Roman watched as Cody started digging in his pockets, sighing in relief when he held up the plastic card. "Well, that's the only thing that's looking up so far today," he teased, earning a dark look from the smaller male. "Well, it is."

Cody nodded a moment later, a small smile covering his lips. "Hopefully, the rest of the day will go that way too," he finally said, looking down at the carpeted floor. "I guess I'll go then. Um, maybe we'll see each other around or something."

Roman nodded, feeling more than a little awkward. "Yeah, I'll see you on RAW or something," he replied, looking over at Cody's fidgeting form. "So, do you just walk out or am I supposed to do something?"

Cody looked up confused. "I've never had a one night stand or anything, so if I'm supposed to do something I wouldn't know. I'm just gonna go." He turned and headed towards the door, looking back for only a moment to give a small, shy smile. "See you around Roman."

Roman nodded, waving slightly as the door shut, leaving him alone in the room and completely vulnerable to the "what if's" of his mind. He slipped his shoes on and grabbed his key card off the bed side table before heading to the door and opening it. He looked around the deserted hallway, sighing as he looked at his room number before going off to search for Seth and Dean's room.


Roman found the room number he was almost sure that Seth had told him the night before and knocked. He heard shuffling on the inside before the door was yanked open and he was met with concerned chocolate eyes. "I'm here," he said softly, following his team member inside the room before collapsing onto the couch. "So what were you talking about this morning?" He looked over to find Dean sitting at the hotel room's little table, drinking a bottle of water, the complimentary newspaper in front of him.

Seth smiled, sitting across from Roman on the foot of one of the queen sized beds in the room. "Well, you and Rhodes left together last night, I thought you were going to rip his clothes off before you left," he explained, looking over at the sound of the newspaper rustling. "Jon and Josh were feeding you guys shot after shot."

Dean looked over, one eye brow cocked, waiting for Seth to get the more interesting parts of the night. "Don't just tell him the tame shit that he did," he growled, watching as Seth winced. "It was Fandango's wonderful idea to do body shots half way into the night."

Roman looked over, already sure he didn't want to know what had happened with that.

Seth sighed, shooting Dean an irritated look. "I was getting there," he snapped, turning back to Roman and continuing on. "It all started out fine, Jon and Trinity were using it to their full advantage, she was pretty gone too. Then Bryan and Brie got into it and it got a little out of control from there. Cody was watching and someone yelled that he should be the next shot holder and Josh dared you to be the one to take it."

Roman covered his face with his hand. "You're lying to me, you have to be," he groaned, looking over to find Seth rustling around in the mused sheets for his phone. "What are you doing now?" He felt his heart stop when Seth came to sit by him and held up his phone.

There on the screen was him right in front, Cody laying across a table, the shot right in his navel. Seth's finger pressed play and cheering and yells filled the room.

Roman's cheeks were stained deep red, Cody's were the same. Roman shakily poured the clear shot into Cody's navel, smiling up at him. "You 'kay down there?" he asked, his voice evident enough that he was pretty plastered.

Cody tried not to laugh as he nodded, his blue eyes focused down on Roman, his shirt hiked up to his chest to keep from getting soaked in alcohol. "Just do it 'lready," he whimpered, shivering just slightly.

"Yeah go on Roman!"

"Go! Go! GO!"

Other cheers and chants were going on as Roman lowered his head, his eyes focused up on Cody's. His tongue traced down an inch or so of toned skin before his lips touched Cody's taut belly and sucked up the shot. He pulled away a moment later, pulling Cody up so their lips could meet, his hand fisting in the short dark hair.

Some of the liquor slid from between their connected lips, showing that Roman had shared the shot with Cody instead of taking it on his own.

More cheers and yells were heard and the recording stopped.

"So, yeah, you don't remember any of it?" Seth asked, looking at the shocked and confused face. "Yeah, that's the tame part. A little later, you were shoving your tongue down his throat before you both left. We all thought you were taking him back to your room for some privacy."

Roman was still staring at the phone that was now in Seth's lap. He groaned, covering his face in his hands before leaning back on the couch. "What the fuck was I thinking?" he snarled at himself, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands and looking up at his friends. "We must have made it back and passed out, because we woke up with clothes on." He stopped, taking Seth's phone and replaying the video. "So I did do it."

Seth looked at him confused. "Did what?" he asked, taking his phone back when Roman handed it to him. "You remember something?"

"He had hickeys all over him this morning when he got in the shower. He was freaking out over them," Roman explained, shaking his head, more than a little dumb founded. "I don't normally leave marks on anyone."

Dean shrugged, a secret smile on his lips. He was amused watching the normally in control and levelheaded Roman frazzled. It was a pretty interesting and entertaining sight.


Cody wrung his hands together as he waited in his room. He swallowed hard around a lump in his throat. He'd already talked to Randy on the phone, getting his ass handed to him verbally by one of his best friends before being told that he was on his way over, not taking in a word Cody had tried to say. He heard the hard wrap of knuckles on the door. He bolted to it and threw it open, taking in the angry man in front of him. "Randy, I…."

"DO you have any idea what you caused last night?" Randy all but snarled, shutting the door behind him and leading Cody back to the middle of the room. "Ted as worried sick when you just left, and letting Fandango talk you into letting that over grown oaf do body shots off you." He rambled on, completely unaware of the shock and terrified look on Cody's face. "Are you going to say anything?"

Cody stumbled back to sit on the bed, his stomach churning. He was almost sure he was going to vomit again. "I…. I don't remember any of it," he murmured, tears already starting to cloud his vision. "I just left him there?" He looked up, the anger quickly fading from Randy's face. "All I remember is drinking with you and Ted and finally getting time to see him and waking up in Roman's room. Everything else is blank."

Randy stopped completely, watching Cody clutch his head in his hands, his body violently shaking. "Codes?" he asked gently, sitting next to the other man and resting a hand on his shoulder. "You don't remember any of it?"

Cody shook his head. "No." He whimpered, trying not to think about how bad he'd messed things up with Ted. "He probably hates me now, doesn't he?" he asked, tears leaking free. "It took all that time to get him out here and I fuck it all up."

Randy pulled Cody to his chest, knowing Cody wasn't lying. "What do you remember?" he asked gently, reaching into his pocket for his phone. "I can fill in some of the gaps."

Cody pulled up, wiping the tears away as he thought. "I was sitting with Teddy, you had gone off to get drinks. I told him that the road sucked without him and that I missed him. He told me that it was all over and to leave it at that, he was happy at home with his wife and son," he felt his body tremble, the coldness of those words chilling him all over again. "I went to the bathroom and after that it's all blank."

Randy nodded, holding up his phone. "And Roman didn't see the need to tell you what had happened this morning?" he asked, more than a little pissed at the bigger man.

"He didn't remember either," Cody replied, looking over as Randy showed him some pictures. His eyes widened.

He was standing with Teddy outside the bar, both smiling.

Him and Randy were taking shots, his nose wrinkled from the unpleasant taste.

Cody's eyes teared up at the next one, it was him and Ted sitting right next to each other, Ted's arm around him. They're foreheads were pressed together, Teddy's eyes open and focused on Cody, Cody's eyes closed. Both of their cheeks were flushed.

The next one was on him giving the camera a thumbs up while he was laying on a table, his other hand holding up his shirt to expose his belly. His face was full of laughter, nothing like he felt at that moment.

"Here's a video," Randy said, pressing the play button over the screen.

Cody could hear the cheering, the camera focused on his face.

"You okay down there?" Randy's voice asked, his words slightly slurring together. You could hear the excitement in his voice, the happiness fading when the camera turned to the tall Samoan man, his hair tied back, cheeks just as flush as Cody's.

""m fine!" Cody retorted, waving Randy off. He stiffened, his eyes meeting those of the other man that was going to be taking the shot off of him.

"You 'kay down there?" Roman asked, his voice evident enough that he was pretty plastered, even over the cheers and yells.

Cody nodded, obvious that he was trying to keep from laughing. His eyes were focused on Roman. His eyes closed as Roman's head lowered, devious grey eyes on him the entire time. Cody visibly shuddered as a tongue ran down to his navel before those lips touched him.

Cody shivered, wide eyed as he watched Roman pull him to his feet and shove their mouths together in a kiss, the liquor sparking in the light as it slipped from between their lips. He swallowed hard, feeling oddly okay with the way Roman had devoured his mouth, clutching the back of his hair with little remorse.

The phone showed the floor before it was refocused.

Randy was pulling Cody free from Roman's grasp, throwing a dark look at the taller male. More cheers and yells were coming from the crowd, some of disappointment, others waiting to see what happened between Randy and Roman. "C'mon," he growled, barely audible on the recording as he attempted to steer Cody away.

Cody shook his head, yanking free from Randy, grabbing another shot that was set up for the next couple and took it. He grabbed Roman by the front of his shirt, turning him back to face Cody before tugging him down so they could share another liquor infused kiss, this time, amber running between their lips. His own hand wound in the dark hair, deepening their kiss.

Randy's face was contorted in fury. He allowed Cody to let Roman go before fully yanking him back into the crowd. "Give me that fucking thing!" he snapped at the person holding it before the recording stopped suddenly, once again focused on the floor.

Cody was in shock, his heart rapidly beating and eyes wide. "Ted saw all of it, didn't he?" he asked, covering his face with his hands, not wanting to know anymore about the night.

Randy nodded. "Yeah, he was pretty pissed off. I caught him in the parking lot before he could leave. When we got back in, you were already gone," he explained, looking over at the distraught man. "You should probably call him and explain everything."

Cody looked over at Randy like he'd grown another head. "Like he's going to believe it. It took me this long to get him to really see us and I go and fuck it up. He'll either ignore me or kick my ass next time we do see each other," he explained, hating himself. "The entire locker room probably has this recorded."

Randy was silent, knowing more than a few of them had their phones out recording the body shot sessions.


(A/N): Well, I finally found something that I wanted to write that wasn't more than two years old. So I hope everyone's okay with that. I've got this serious love for Roman Reigns and I've been dying to write him. Also Jimmy and Jey's real names are Jonathan and Joshua. Jimmy is Jon, Trinity's (Naomi) fiancée and Jey is Josh. So, tell me what you think, I always love hearing from you! The chapter title is Don't Believe by Seether. Story title is Roads Untraveled by Linkin Park.

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