Just a little something I came up with while trying to type chapters of my other stories. This is my first slash story so I hope it's good (even just a little) I know it might be a bit long for a one shot but I like it and I hope you do too
On a street in the rich part of Peterborough, Ontario, Canada sits a two story, white house on the corner with a connected two car garage. Rain was pouring hard down outside but the couple inside didn't seem to notice.
The living room was dark except for the fire that had been built in the fireplace. On the couch sat the couple that was lovingly called "Stroode" by their friends; James Storm and Robert "Bobby" Roode. James was sitting behind Bobby with his arms wrapped around his waist, as they watched Scream; James was laughing at how stupid people were, while Bobby was completely terrified but trying his hardest not to show it.
"Run ya dumb blonde! Come on! What are ya doin!" James yelled in between laughing at the blonde's stupidity.
It took everything Bobby had to not cry in in terror as the white masked killer came out of nowhere. He did not like scary movies, but James did so he had agreed to sit and watch it instead of doing the laundry like he needed to, or packing his and James's suitcases so they could head back to the Impact Zone in Orlando, Florida. The movie lasted close to two hours, and James didn't seem to notice how tense and scared his boyfriend of two years was the entire time.
The got ready for bed, and James was out like a light the moment his head hit the pillow. His arm wrapped around Bobby's waist and he cuddled up to the Canadian native as Bobby laid there in bed staring at the closet. He eventually went to sleep knowing damn well he was going to have a nightmare.
The sound of screaming and crying woke the Tennessee Cowboy from the perfect dream he was having; it was perfect because he had been with the love of his life on some beach just holding him, kissing him, cherishing him the way that James had always believed the Bobby Roode deserved to be cared for. James rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked to his left at his boyfriend to find that was where the alarm had come from.
"No please! James help!" Bobby was crying as James switched on the bedside lamp. He put a hand to Bobby's arm and shook it slightly. "No please don't kill me!"
"Robbie wake up baby; come on, you're safe now." James pulled him into his arms.
"James?" said man looked down into the scared grey eyes of his man and James nearly cried himself; as professional wrestlers they had been in a lot of situations where they had to act scared and hurt, but never had James ever seen Bobby this legitimately scared.
"Bobby, what's wrong?" James asked as the other man wrapped his arms tightly around him and buried his face into his chest. "What were you dreaming about?"
Bobby shook his head and tightened his arms. "The movie," was all he said or at least all that James was able to understand.
Realization crashed into James and shame welled up in his chest. "Oh Bobby, I'm sorry. I never should've suggested Scream; why didn't you tell me you were scared?"
"I didn't want you to think I was weak, or a baby." Bobby answered pulling away and looking down at his hands as a blush came to his cheeks.
James chuckled and pressed his lips to Bobby's forehead "I would never think that of you; you're not the only grown man who is afraid of scary movies."
"AJ Styles doesn't count in this situation." Bobby mumbled turning away "It's stupid; I shouldn't be afraid. I know nothing is going to happen, but…"
James put his hands on Bobby's shoulders, loving the feel of the tanned skin under his palms. "Stop Robbie, I'm here and I'm gonna protect you. Jamie knows how to use a gun." He placed a kiss on Bobby's neck. "Do you want to go back to bed or are you too awake?"
Bobby got to his feet and turned to face him "I'm going to go do up the laundry and pay some bills on the computer. Go back to bed." He cupped James's face and placed a sweet, gentle kiss to his lips which was the complete opposite of James's which were always rough and demanding. "Now Cowboy, you better not come downstairs before seven." Then he pulled on a pair of black sweat pants and walked out of the room.
It was around eight and Bobby had finally finished packing and had the luggage in the back of his suv when he heard heavy boots on the upstairs floor. "James! Boots off in the house! You're going to mess up my floors!" Bobby yelled sticking his head out of the kitchen where he was making sandwiches for their drive.
There was a crash from upstairs then James came walking into the kitchen rubbing his head. "Tried to take my boots off while standing up; I don't advise anyone to do it."
"Aww, does Jamie have a boo boo?" Bobby walked over and kissed the side of James's head. He reached up and ran a hand through James's hair that was falling freely down around his face. He loved the feeling of the light brown hair around his fingers. "Do you want a beer to make it better?"
James grinned at the mention of beer "Do ya really have to ask me if I want a beer?" he captured Bobby's lips and pushed him up against the kitchen table. "I can think of something else I want as well."
Bobby ducked under his arms and moved around to the other side of the table. "James, we need to head out. We're going to be late and not make it by Sunday; then we'll miss the No Surrender pay per view."
James groaned "If that title wasn't so damn important to you."
"Important to me? I thought it was important to us." Bobby whispered a little chest fallen. He had thought that the World Heavyweight Title was something both of them wanted; another step in their career's that they could share together.
James watched his man's face fall and his eyes widened as he hurried around the table to hug him. "No Bobby, that's not what I meant! The title is important to the both of us!" he cupped Bobby's face and looked into his greyish blue eyes. "I love you Bobby, and no matter what that's not going to change. No matter who becomes number one contender." Then he kissed him roughly, pulling him as close as possible as he could.
Bobby pulled away with a deep red blush on his cheeks "We have to go," he reminded James who nodded and said "Go make sure you have everything you wanna take, and I'll finish packing our snacks." The two shared one last heart racing kiss before separating.
As Bobby walked out of the kitchen, James watched him leave with his usual big ass goofy grin on his face. He loved the man more than he had ever loved anyone in his entire life; he was the rock of James's life that kept everything grounded, and no matter what he had to do he was going to keep it that way.
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