A/N: I'm afraid I don't even know what happened here. Thank you to ambruises on tumblr for the wonderful prompt, but I'm really sorry that this got so out of hand and had to be put into two parts. Hope you enjoy anyway, leave a review for me because I love hearing what you guys have got to say! Next part coming soon, in the mean time leave me a prompt at my tumblr, psychrollins. Or just simply message me for a chat! Enjoy my little darlings.
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"What're you getting Dean for his birthday Ro?" Seth asks Roman as they're watching Dean kick ass at the smackdown taping from one of the monitors backstage.
"Not sure yet still coming up with some ideas. But it's gonna' be the best damn present he's ever had, that's for sure." Roman says proudly and Seth scrunches up his face.
"Oh no no no, big boy, that's not how this is working. He already idolizes you, so I'm getting him the best present." Seth says, his voice a mixture of teasing and heat because fuck that if Roman is going to outshine him. Again.
Roman huffs out a laugh, eyes trained on the monitor still. His eyes follow Dean's body around the ring and even though they're all in this together, this relationship that has existed between the three of them since just after they debuted, Seth and Roman still have a rift between them when it comes to Dean.
They're all very much in love with each other, Seth knows that. He loves Roman, and Roman loves him, but no matter what, Seth and Roman will always butt heads about their love for Dean. They shouldn't, but they do and sometimes they argue so much that they don't realise that Dean has left the room and gone down to the hotel bar for a drink with Paige.
People had always assumed that it would be Dean and Roman arguing over Seth (it was the main reason why people told them that their relationship wouldn't work) because the two seemingly alpha males would definitely fight over Seth like he was a little pup. But they were in fact wrong.
It's not like Dean ever picks a favourite, because he doesn't, but there's something between Dean and Roman that he can't quite understand. He has something with Dean that Roman doesn't understand, but the thing between Dean and Roman is weird. Sometimes it consumes all of Dean, and the man will just be staring at his other boyfriend with such a gleam in his eye that he almost feels like he isn't part of the relationship.
Which is why Seth wants to get Dean the best birthday gift, because he wants Dean to look at him the same way he looks at Roman.
"You jealous again Seth?"
Seth almost growls, "I'm never jealous Rome, but you always out do me and I think you need to remember that this is a three way relationship and needs some balance."
Dean's match ends and almost immediately Roman is moving to the lockeroom where Dean will shortly be.
"You tryin' to say this relationship is one sided?" Roman rumbles, striding towards the locker room. His legs are longer and bigger than Seth's, he practically has to jog to keep up with his boyfriend.
"No. Maybe. C'mon Roman, we both know that you're the one he always goes to first."
Roman pushes the door to the locker room so hard that it slams off of the wall and bangs loudly making Seth cringe. Shit, he's pissed off the big dog and that's never good.
"Green is not your colour, Seth. Look, don't start pinning your insecurities on who Dean as you so call it 'goes to first.' You're right, this is a three way relationship, but I spend more time with Dean because I ain't' running around trying to impress daddy Hunter and fast track my way to the top. Think about that Seth, before you start whinging and whining about our relationship." Seth's mouth falls open in shock, but before he even has chance to respond to that onslaught, Dean is bursting through the door with happiness running through his veins.
He slaps Seth's ass (hard enough to pull Seth out of his shocked state and make him grimace.) before stepping straight into Roman's arms. The big man's arms immediately wrap around Dean and Seth swears there is a hint of a smirk on his face.
"Why are you both still in your gear, I thought we were gonna' shoot as soon as I was done?" Roman pats Dean on the head before releasing him and proceeding to undo his vest. Seth is still standing there, not speaking and watching everything unfold.
"We were watching your match baby boy, don't fret. We'll get going as soon as we're done." Dean grins at him and leans up to press a kiss to his lips. He turns to Seth, face falling when he sees the sour expression etched there.
"You okay, Seth?" Dean asks gently, stepping into his space. Seth comes to when Dean's aroma hits his senses, that wonderful mix of post-wrestle sweat and his cheap-stolen-from-hotel- shampoo smell. He digs around in his bag for his t shirt.
"Yeah, m'fine babe, sorry, spaced out." It's almost as if Dean can feel the frosty tension in the room, his eyes slowly moving from Seth to Roman and then back again.
"Are you sure? Did something happen during my match?"
Roman glares at Seth as he places a large, steady hand on the back of Dean's neck, grounding him. Dean instantly relaxes into the touch and Seth wants to yell "This! This is what I'm talking about you jerk." To Roman, but doesn't, because the big dog has a serious case of locked jaw and 'I'm going to fuck you up if you mention what we were just talking about' look.
"Course' not Dean, Seth's just a little tired, aren't you babe?" The emphasis Roman puts on babe makes him want to punch his boyfriend in the face but he just smiles instead.
"Yeah, just really wanna' get outta' here."
Dean rolls his eyes, "Then what are you two losers waiting for? Hurry up, I'm fucking hungry."
"You're always hungry." Roman announces, pulling his shirt over his head.
"Bite me." Dean pokes him in the ribs and Seth inwardly sighs as he pulls on his jeans, he's trying really hard not to scream like a little kid who just wants some fucking attention.
"Already have babe, multiple times." Roman smirks, hand curling around Dean's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Seth knows that Roman is doing this on purpose, showing him that he indeed does have a certain hold over Dean because he's barely done anything and his boyfriend is already putty in his hand. Which is why he clears his throat, causing the pair to break apart.
"Are we done here? Because I am also, hungry as fuck." Dean grins, slipping out of Roman's grip (much to the big man's dismay) and skips (fucking skips, what the fuck is his boyfriend) towards the door.
"Yeah, hungry for my dick." He sing songs, leaving Seth and Roman watching after him. There is a silent, tense moment before Roman is picking up his (and Dean's) stuff and fixing him with a hard stare.
Roman doesn't say anything to him as he pushes past him and follows after Dean. Seth snatches up his own bag, muttering "fucking jerk," as he also heads after them.
When he gets to the car, Roman has already taken up the drivers side and Dean is laying down in the back across the seats. Great, he has to sit next to grumpy big dog for the rest of the way to wherever they're headed. Seth swings his bag into the trunk and slips into the passenger seat beside Roman. The glare is back but Seth just turns away from him as he turns on the engine.
Seth spends the journey trawling the internet out of sheer boredom and in attempts to ignore the simmering volcano driving them to the fast food place just outside of the next town. Seth doesn't really like eating fast food, or anything greasy, but it makes Dean happy and Seth is always happy when Dean is happy. Well, most of the time. Right now Dean is pretty happy and blissfully unaware of the growing wedge that his birthday gift has put in between him and Roman. It's not his fault, though.
"You gonna' stop acting like a little bitch by the time we get to the hotel?" Roman rumbles, eyes flickering towards Dean to make sure he's still asleep.
Seth cuts his eyes at his boyfriend and shoves his phone into his pocket. "Are you going to stop being an asshole?" Seth shoots right back, folding his arms across his chest. Roman's body jolts in silent laughter, "I'm being an asshole? M'not the one jealous of your own God damn boyfriend. M'not the one bitching about wanting his present to be the best because he wants the most attention."
"You're so full of shit Roman."
"Whatever Rollins', just handle your shit." Roman quickly pulls the car into a space and slams on the breaks, causing Dean to roll from his position on the backseat and wake up with a start.
"What the actual fuck Roman, why do you always do that?" Dean moans, struggling to get up from the floor of the car.
"Because seeing you pout is really cute." Roman shrugs, "And it teaches you to put on your God damn seat belt."
Dean slips out of the car and does indeed begin to put. He looks to Seth, using his big blue eyes to try and get Seth to have a go at Roman like he normally would. But the big dog is already heckling, jaw tight. Seth settles for taking Dean's hand and pulling him towards the pizza restaurant they've parked up.
"Sethhhh!" Dean whines, pouting even more. "You always chastise Roman for the stupid shit he pulls, why aren't you doing it today?" Seth pulls him through the restaurant door with Roman striding to catch up with them. He normally would, telling Roman that there is no need for dangerous antics to teach Dean a lesson and he should be more careful. But with the volcanic tendency of Roman and the thin ice he's probably already walking on, Seth decides not to bother. He doesn't want to argue in front of Dean.
"Just wanna' eat, that's all." Dean tightens his grip of Seth's hand but doesn't say anything. Roman catches up to them and from the corner of his eye he watches Dean look up at Roman helplessly. His boyfriend shrugs, placing a gentle kiss to his temple.
The nice waitress sits them at a booth and takes a drinks order, leaving them sitting in silence looking over the menu. Dean is sat in the middle of them and Seth can see him keep looking in between his two boyfriends and Seth knows that he can sense the frosty feelings between him and Roman.
Once the waitress has come back and taken their order, Seth pulls out his phone and starts to look for the perfect gift for Dean. He begins looking on his pintrest, the one where he finds everything that reminds him of Dean and saves it all. There's got to be something on there that is buyable and totally perfect for his boyfriend's birthday. He's brought out of his shopping spree when Dean pokes him in the cheek and begins to whine.
"Sethie, pay attention to me please, Roman is in a mood." Seth lifts his eyes up from his phone to see Roman leaning back in the booth, one arm stretched across the back of the seat, staring at Seth with an intense look. Dean's words cause heat to prickle within him. Dean only wants his attention because Roman is moody and wont give it to him how he wants it. He really wants to push Dean away and tell him to come back when he wants Seth's attention because he wants it, but Dean is looking at him in such a way that he can't refuse him.
Seth puts his phone back into his pocket and wraps an arm around Dean's shoulder, bringing Dean's head down onto his shoulder and running his hand through Dean's curls.
Seth can still feel Roman's hard eyes on him and he knows that he and Roman are not done with the little scrap they had earlier and Seth will seriously chew him out for saying that shit about him fast tracking his way to the top. But right now he's got Dean pressing small kisses just underneath his ear and there's pizza on his way too him, so he doesn't really care.
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Seth hasn't had a chance to chew Roman out yet, seeing as the big dog hasn't let Dean leave them since they got into the hotel. Seth knows what he's doing, he's avoiding another confrontation while simultaneously proving all of Seth's insecurities. It's only when Roman goes in the shower - which he had tried his hardest to get Dean to join him in, to which Dean and had said no because he was watching re-runs of Criminal Minds - that Roman (reluctantly) left Seth and Dean alone.
As soon as the sound of running water could be heard, Dean jumps up from where he's sitting on the hotel sofa and jumps onto the bed that Seth is laying on, practically laying on top of him.
"Hey you," Seth says looking down at his boyfriend, who's chin is resting on his chest.
"Have you and Rome had a fight?" Dean says in a sad voice, looking up at Seth with those fucking big blue eyes.
"What? No, course not baby." Seth lies, settling his hands on Dean's cheeks. Dean raises an eyebrow at him.
"You guys haven't spoken since the smackdown taping, what the fuck happened?"
Seth sighs, tucking a stray curl behind Dean's ear. "Okay, so we had a small fight."
Dean frowns, "About what?"
Seth leans down and kisses the tip of his nose. "Nothing serious, it'll blow over." Dean goes to say something, but Seth cuts him off by kissing him and relishing in the feeling of Dean's soft lips against his. His boyfriend moans quietly into his mouth, letting Seth's tongue slip inside.
It's nice to have a private moment with Dean.
The moment he thinks the thought, he wishes he hadn't. Because he shouldn't be wishing for moments away from his other boyfriend, he loves Roman and their little spat should not make him want to push his boyfriend away. But hating the thought doesn't make it any less true.
He lays kissing Dean for a long time, letting his hands wander all over his boyfriend's wonderful body. The bliss is only shattered when Roman returns - rather obnoxiously from the bathroom and jumps on the bed, causing Dean to roll awkwardly into the middle of the bed.
"Don't be a jerk Roman." Dean sighs, because even he can see that Roman landed extra hard on the bed knowing that it would separate Seth and Dean. Roman doesn't reply, instead he flicks through the television channels and slings an arm around Dean's shoulders.
Dean sighs loudly when neither Seth nor Roman talk to each other for the rest of the night. Seth wants to apologise to Dean for Roman being such a brat, but decides against it and instead, leans over to kiss Dean goodnight.
He almost, almost doesn't kiss Roman good night. But he can't do that, that would drive an even bigger wedge than what there already is between them, he doesn't want that. So he leans right over Dean and kisses Roman directly on the mouth and mutters, "I love you both." As he settles under the covers for the night. It's about ten minutes before Roman turns off the TV and he and Dean settle down too. A moment later, a large arm stretches across and takes his hand. He squeezes it and Roman murmurs, "Love you too Seth."
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The moment of tenderness between he and Roman was shattered only a day later when Seth accidently finds out that Roman's gift to Dean was a gigantic horde of wrestling stuff. All of which Dean had been itching to watch, some old european stuff and some indie matches that Dean had been banging on about for a pretty long time. It angered him so much because he'd got all of those kind of things bookmarked and ready to order, but Roman had seemingly beat him to it and now he's scrambling to find something really meaningful to get Dean.
Ever since that day at the smackdown taping, things between he and Roman have been anything but nice. The only time they ever touch or talk to each other is in the late hours of the night when they're all settling down in the hotel room. There's always just a squeeze of the hand or a kiss on the cheek to let the other know that things aren't ruined, they're just, rocky.
Seth can see that it's annoying Dean to no end, because he's constantly having to be the mediator between the two of them. Their boyfriend keeps trying to ask why they're fighting but neither of them will tell Dean that it's over him. So more often than not, Dean will leave them to hash their shit out before returning to pick up the messy pieces.
Seth is out jogging when it hits him what to get Dean for his birthday. It literally hits him because he's too busy thinking about the shit storm of a relationship he's currently having with Roman to pay attention to where he's going, and slams right into a poor guy on the sidewalk. It's a blessing, really, because the guy has on this awesome t-shirt that has a funny slogan on it, the sort that Dean absolutely loves.
"I'm sorry bro, wasn't looking where I was going."
"No worries man, wasn't paying attention either." The man replies and Seth smiles,
"Nice shirt by the way, where'd you get it?"
The man thumbs in the direction he just came, "Actually just down on 5th, shop with a bright blue sign, you wont miss it."
"Sweet, thanks bro, have a nice day." And with that, Seth is jogging towards the place the man had pointed to before coming to a halt at the shop. The window shows other shirts, all similar to the one the guy was wearing and the ones that Dean insists on buying.
Seth steps inside - ignoring that the shop is lacking in air con and playing really weird music, and rifles through every rail until he's got a good handful of shirts that Dean will love. He pays for them, getting out of the shop as quick as he can because the shop assistant was looking at him weirdly. He grabs a bottle of Dean's favourite whiskey too and heads back to the hotel.
It's Dean's birthday tomorrow and even though they're working, they're going to make it the best day possible. Provided that he and Roman can be civil with each other for 24 hours.
The moment he steps into the hotel room, he decides that it's probably not going to happen, because the room smells distinctly of sex, and Dean is passed out on the bed wearing only his gym shorts. Roman is next to him, propped up against the headboard reading a fitness magazine.
Its been a long, long time since they've had sex separately. Forever, even, because when their relationship became official, everything intimate they did, they did as a three. And Dean looks like he passed out pretty much straight after they'd finished, so Roman really went to town on him.
Anger spreads through him as he hides Dean's presents in his bag, making a beeline for the bed as soon as he does so. At this moment in time, he doesn't even care if he wakes Dean up, he's just so mad.
"What the fuck Roman?" Roman looks up at him from the magazine and stares at him coldly.
"Hey, be quiet, he's sleeping."
"No Roman, I will not be quiet. We haven't had sex separately since before this relationship started, how fucking dare you go behind my back!" Roman pushes himself up off the bed, looking at Dean to make sure he hasn't woken up.
He rolls his eyes, throwing the magazine onto the floor. "You wouldn'ta' wanted to join in anyway, you haven't touched me in forever."
Seth balls his fists up, knuckles turning white. "Irregardless of that you jerk, being here for you to fucking ask me might have been nice. You're such an asshole, if you don't want me in this relationship then just fucking say!" Seth's basically screaming now there are tears prickling his eyes.
"Of course I want you in this relationship!"
"You've not been acting like it lately!"
"Well neither have you, you were the one who fucking started it with that bullshit about Dean being more into me than you."
"So that's what you were fighting about?" Dean's voice comes, low and sad. Both Seth and Roman whip their heads around to see Dean sitting up in bed with his knees drawn into his chest and his chin resting on them.
"Dean-" Roman starts to say, but is cut off when Dean starts to get up, shaking his head as he slowly moves towards them.
"Is that what you think Seth, that I love Roman more than I love you?" Seth closes his eyes and looks to the floor before taking a deep breath.
"N, yes, I don't know, sometimes."
"And you," Dean says, pointing at Roman with a hurt look on his face, "You've been extra touchy and feeley this week and we had sex without Seth because I thought you'd cleared it with him, was all of it to to what, assert your dominance or prove a fucking point?"
Roman quickly shakes his head, "Dean I wasn't doing anything to-"
"No, you know what, I'm not in the mood to be near either of you. Hash your shit out, I'm going for a run. If you two haven't sorted things out by the time I get, then maybe we need to reevaluate this relationship all together."