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It had been a long time since the 'Brothers' had worked together much less been able to chill out together. Now in the shared hotel room after a tag match Dean and Roman sprawled out on their beds, the television was on but neither was really watching it. They'd come up from the bar maybe twenty minutes ago, a couple of beers each hadn't mellowed them out much from something that happened earlier. If anything they were in worse shape now because of the beer.
Running his hand through his unruly curls Dean thought about earlier, Roman, his friend, brother and former Shield-mate, they had been through everything together, well, almost everything...Earlier coming back into the locker room bouncing off the walls, laughing in delight at the fact they had a great tag match together, things were kind of like old times. Like they were before he left to film that damned movie, and Roman went out after emergency surgery. Bouncing into the locker room, laughing, fist-bumping and giving each other high fives they talked a mile a minute as they undressed.
Something happened, he couldn't say what, it started when his attention was drawn to the scar from Roman's surgery, his mood sobered.
"Does that give you any trouble?" As the big Samoan looked down, his attention was not on the scar but the growing swelling in his black pants. Opening his mouth, he paused before answering, obviously realizing what Dean meant.
"The scar, no."A slight reddening of the big man's face was amusing. Looking up with a look Dean couldn't read then slowly grinned. "This other thing, gives me all the trouble in the world!" Realizing Roman was talking about his cock, Dean felt his own cheeks warm. His mouth felt dry, he nervously licked his lips as he felt his own cock twitch, then start to swell.
More than once he'd seen Roman with Seth on his knees greedily sucking down all he could get from Roman, or with his pants down, bent over, whining like a bitch as he begged Roman to f**k him harder than he was already was. In spite of it all Ro wasn't a rough lover. Seth loved to take it hard. He was probably getting it from Kane or Hunter now, or both, he was such a slut. Roman took a couple steps closer, he looked hesitant. He had never participated, but he had no problem watching them.
"Bro?" Dean looked into Grey eyes as Roman came closer. The big man's voice was a whisper.
"Yeah man." Ro was almost touching him he was so close. Dean would be the first to admit he didn't do well with other men in his 'personal space'. Roman though, it was okay for him to be there.
"You ever give it or...take it?" The question really made Ro anxious. He was so close, for the first time he noticed the wicked cologne Roman used, the smell of his sweat, strangely exciting. Roman's incredible Grey eyes looked into his as he shrugged and ran his fingers through his hair.
"I...uh, when I was younger experimented with a buddy, we didn't do much, just jerked each other off. We could barely get our dicks hard much less cum. He did try to suck me off a couple years later, he wanted to top me but after he tried to jam a finger up my ass I lost all interest in playing." Roman was standing so close, that sexy, chiseled body that the women were crazy about. His cock began to ache with need, not from some rat he could quickly find and f**k, tonight he wanted something else.
With one more small step forward, Roman's body connected with Dean's, from their chests to their swollen cocks still clad in their pants. Feeling jolts of electricity rip through him from his aching cock outward. Dean's breathing caught as he stared into Roman's eyes. When Roman shifted his hips slightly, rubbing himself deliberately against Dean, both men moaned softly. A big hand reached to slowly rub at where their throbbing cocks touched.
"Damn Ro! Feels..feels so.."
"Feels good!" The bigger man whispered as he slowly undid Dean's belt then jeans, undoing his fly and pushing the thick fabric down. Unable to react much less stop the man he called brother from stripping his pants off and rubbing his aching parts, it was okay, this was Roman...When Ro's black cargo pants dropped, and the protective underwear pulled away, what was hiding beneath sprung free, a thick and very impressively sized cock that rubbed against his own.
Massaging Dean's hard-on through his briefs with his hand before rubbing against him with his cock, Roman kept his eyes locked on Dean's face. Not sure how to react or what to do, Dean accepted what his friend and brother was doing. It felt so f**king good. As his briefs were pulled down he watched the big hand of Roman reach to carefully free him then gently circle his thickness and gently stroke him a couple of times. His needy cock was weeping over the delicious contact. His hips shamelessly moved into the motion of Ro's hand.
When Roman lined that big cock up against his and began to stroke them together, his eyes rolled and his head fell back, and his hand came up, his fingers brushing Roman's as he reached to help rub their cocks together, both moaning softly at the wonderful sensations. Their hips flexing into the motions, hands working together.
"So f**king good Ro." The touch of soft lips on his throat made him jerk and groan loudly. Electrical shocks went straight from his throat to his cock.
"Let's head for the shower," The deep rumble in his ear whispered. "We won't have to worry about clean up." Dean turned and moved automatically at the suggestion. His brother's arm snaking around his waist as they walked into the tiled room. Turning on the water on two adjoining showers, they turned toward one another.
The big Samoan looked into his eyes again as he reached to rub both of their cocks together, Dean never questioned his actions, this was okay, this was his brother, it felt so damned good, and it felt right. The fat cock of his brother rubbed his, both heads were dribbling a little pre-cum. His more than Ro's. He'd seen him hard before, but only in glimpses when Seth was giving him a blow job or bent over taking it up his ass. He wasn't considering letting the behemoth up his ass, but it felt good rubbing up against his.
"You've watched me f**king Seth..I've seen you jerking off as you watched us." Roman kissed his throat and used his body to slowly push Dean against the cold tile wall making him hiss as his bare skin connected. "It's really hard to be f**king someone you no longer care about while you're watching someone you do care about getting off to what you're doing. All I wanted to do is push Seth away and come to you." Kisses across his throat while they rubbed against one another, thrusting and stroking had rendered him voiceless except for the moans that escaped.
"Wanted your beautiful body beside me, wanted to be the one getting you off." Once he started talking, Ro let it all out, Dean was stunned by the revelations but he was okay with it. He wasn't gay, had no intention of sucking on a man or anything else but what was happening with Roman, it was okay. It felt great. Pinned to the wall by the bigger man as both of their hands worked together, he reveled in the pleasure. Nibbling along Dean's neck, kissing his way along the blond's scruffy jaw line, Roman's eyes locked on his lips as he licked them, his tongue poking out as a matter of habit.
The sensation of Roman's tongue brushing his was electrical, his Blue eyes flew open wide, looking into smokey Grey ones filled with lust as they peered back. Licking at his mouth slowly until Dean allowed their tongues to connect again, Roman moaned in delight and initiated the first deep kiss they shared. Starting slow and almost chaste it was soon wild and sloppy. As their lower bodies demanded release, the stroking, groping and kissing grew wild. Hard thrusts of hips, moans, soft curses as Roman kept their bodies tightly together as they grew closer to their climax. He was the first to moan out affirmation of his climax. Burying his face in Dean's shoulder as he jerked hard on them both, he tried to hold back his yelling.
"Cumming!" Roman's loud groan, hard thrusts and the feeling of the streams of his release splashing the both of them set Dean off on his climax.
"Damn RO!" Struggling to rub against one another as the jerky motions slowed. Panting hard, feeling more satisfied than he had in ages, Dean smiled as he felt the nuzzle in the crook of his neck. Calming, they slowly pulled apart. Looking into each others eyes once more, they kissed slowly then pulled away to wash. Starting to wash themselves, they ended washing each other and kissing deeply under the hot spray of water again before leaving off to dry off and dress.
Walking out of the locker room, Dean reflected on what they had done, it had been good and he was at peace with it. As they started to leave the arena Dean's composure was almost lost in a fit of jealously when a simpering Seth sidled up to Roman and boldly propositioned him. Roman put his mood in a much better place by flatly refusing the request.
Heading out to the Hotel Roman drove, they had plans to check in, hit the bar for a few drinks then get a good night's sleep before heading out to a new location tomorrow. At the bar Seth tried again to proposition Roman, then flat out begged in whiny whispers. Roman merely glanced at him like he was a dirty fly buzzing around. When Seth glanced at Dean with a desperate look, Roman's jaw clenched slightly, making Dean feel a flutter in his chest. At Seth's second glance Dean crooked his finger in the 'come here' gesture, the thinner man with the two toned hair sidled between he and Roman, pissing off the Samoan. Whispering to Seth, he made the younger man pale and Ro grin evilly.
"You want my cock up your ass Sethie? If I f**k you I am going to do it to hurt you! I will rip your ass up and leave you bleeding. You won't walk right or sit down comfortably for at least a week!" Seth took off quick. Roman smirked.
"That wasn't very nice Bro."
"F**k nice! That sniveling shit was lucky you spent the time you did with him, let him go take it from Randy or Kane, even that f**king bunny from Adam Rose's Rosebuds, he doesn't deserve you!" His voice was a nasty hiss, he blushed a little, realizing he sounded possessive. Roman was smiling at him. Tossing back his third beer he shook his head.
"I'm done!" Dean finished his beer.
"Me too, let's get out of here." They paid their tab and headed into the elevator. At peace in the silence until they shut and locked their door, Dean stripped down to his briefs and sprawled on his bed after washing up. Roman washed up and wearing basketball shorts sprawled out on his bed. There was a few awkward moments then Dean looked over at Roman, Grey eyes were watching him from the other bed. He had to clear his throat twice.
"This is a damn big bed to be sleeping in alone..." Ro smiled and got up, heading to lay beside Dean who was moving to make room for him. As they settled comfortably beside one another, the sudden rush of heat in his groin made him squirm uncomfortably, with a soft chuckle a big hand reached to cover the sudden rise in his briefs...
"Let me help you with this..." The husky whisper made him moan and surrender to a blazing hot kiss.
