A/N:Look at that summary. Sucks, doesn't it? But anyway, hope you enjoy! DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the superstars mentioned in this story and I do not own, nor am I affiliated with the WWE. All characters belong to the World Wrestling Entertainment and I do not make profit writing this.

"So how are things between you and...Mox, was it?"

Roman was staying over in Dean's hotel room, Jon asleep on the bed while the two older men were talking somewhere in the kitchen area. The Samoan was given a cup of coffee the minute he arrived and Ambrose ushered him to the kitchen where they've been munching on random fruit.

Dean took a bite of dragonfruit but otherwise, remained silent. Roman gently tapped at his brother's arm, causing the younger man to look at him.

"Did you hear what I just asked you?"

"Y-Yeah, I heard." The brunette simply answered. He stuffed the rest of the fruit into his mouth and chewed slowly.

This was a cause for concern for the Samoan. "And? Are you gonna answer me?"

Dean opened his mouth to reply but Jon yawning from the bed caused him to visibly stiffen. Mox stepped into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. And judging by the bulge the indie wrestler sported, Roman figured that the sweatpants was all Jon wore. Truthfully, the samoan didn't know why he noticed.

"G'morning, babe," The blonde greeted, planting a small kiss to his lover's cheek before grabbing an apple from the small basket in the middle of the table. Roman kept his eyes on Dean the whole time and noticed how Dean was purposefully trying to get as farther away from Jon as possible. "Hey, Roman."

Roman nodded in acknowledgement of the greeting but kept his watch on Dean. Something about the way he's acting seemed to scream 'Nothing's okay'. Anyone can feel the tension between the two and Dean has been acting really strange lately. Or, well, stranger than usual. If he didn't know Dean any better, he would think that it was just an off-day for his brother but no. Something's going on.

Jon took a big bite of his apple before he raised an eyebrow at his lover, who looked down at the basket of fruit in front of him. "Babe, I said 'good morning.'"

"Huh?" Dean seemed to have been snapped out of a trance. A flash of fear briefly flashed in his blue eyes. "O-Oh, good morning, Jon."

Mox's eyes narrowed, glaring at the brunette as his right hand dipped below the table, blocking Roman's view of what was going on. Dean yelped in pain and Jon casually rested his hand on the table. "So, how're the shows? Don't got a chance to catch up these days, what with this slut distracting me and all."

Roman's eyes widened at the derogatory name, completely taken by surprise at how casual Jon sounded about using the word on his lover. Dean, on the other hand, just shifted his eyes away, knowing that Roman would try to silently demand answers from him. The younger superstar just hoped that Roman would understand and just answer Moxley.

Thankfully, the Samoan took the hint. "Uh, they're doing great. Dean's got a championship opportunity at Survivor Series and he's been doing really good with the live shows."

"Really?" Jon asked, doubt hidden in his voice but Roman caught wind of it. "That's weird since he's been coming home with bruises, right, Dean?"

There it is again. Something off about Mox's tone just didn't sit right with Roman. And Dean nodded silently, obediently at the question. Although, it didn't really feel like a question. More like something else that Roman couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Is that right?" The eldest man asked, crossing his arms as he looked at Dean. Ambrose looked at him, almost begging him not to push further. The three men became quiet for a while, Roman and Jon eating the fruits they held as Dean kept quiet. 'Almost like a dog,' Roman thought to himself as he swallowed down the grape he's been chewing. Finally, he got fed up with the silence, choosing to get up from his seat.

"Well," He started, stretching his arms up above his head. "I'm going to bed. I get the couch, right, Dean?"

"N-No, man. You could have on of the beds if you want," Dean offered. "Jon and I could just share one."

Roman shook his head. "Nah, I don't wanna pretend like I'm asleep if you two wanna fuck. I'm taking the couch."

Jon crossed his arms on his bare chest. "At least take the mattress and the blanket, man. And the pillows."

Roman agreed to that offer. A few minutes later, he and Jon dragged out the heavy mattress to the living room area while Ambrose followed behind with the pillows and blanket. In a few moments, the makeshift bed was set and Reigns was just a few minutes away from crashing down on top of it. But before he could, he thanked Dean and Jon for letting him stay.

"No problem, Ro. Now get some sleep," Dean smiled. "Your eyebags are starting to show."

A/N: *Sobs* It's so bad and it's another awkward ending, I know! C++ programming has been kicking my ass lately and I just had a presentation project at university. But nevertheless, hope you enjoy chapter 1 and I'll see you always in the next one!