A/N: This is planned as a 2 shot for my girl Alex because she is flipping amazing! Besides who doesn't need a little Ambreigns lovin' to brighten up their day anyway?
As always, ya'll are awesome, please read, hopefully enjoy, and let me know either way!
*Loretta*
Dean was lying on the bed in their hotel room pretty much packed in ice trying not to move too much grateful Roman had finally agreed to get in the shower and stopped fussing over him. It wasn't that Dean didn't secretly relish in his best friend's Care Bearishness, but when he was blaming himself for shit he had no control over, refusing to even fucking listen… well, Dean had been born sans Care Bearishness.
They knew going into this it was going to be pure fucking chaos which would undoubtedly result in a copious amount of pain. As far as Dean was concerned watching his man Spear that conniving creepy bastard and get the 1, 2, 3 after all the shit Bray pulled since "Money in the Bank" was well worth every single welt and bruise.
This was 100% personal. For him just as much as it was for Roman, and frankly Dean possessed not one single fuck to give what anyone else had to say about it. That anyone else included Roman.
Roman claimed Bray wasn't getting to him, but Dean knew that was complete horse shit when on Monday during RAW while they were getting ready for Ro's match against Harper he tried to convince Dean to bow out. Dean didn't even dignify the offensive suggestion with a response consisting of more than a glare.
Dean's anger had gotten the best of him on commentary, but he had been determined to make his position on the matter perfectly clear as he prayed Bray Wyatt would have the balls to do something with him right there wanting nothing more than to kick the shit out of him.
There was no way in hell Dean was letting Roman go it alone regardless; including Bray Wyatt telling Roman he would be solely responsible if Dean got hurt, which Dean knew was the reasoning behind the ludicrous recommendation. Dean knew Roman cared about him and loved him, more than anyone else ever had, and he was going to be by his side until the bitter fucking end if need be; Dean welcomed this war too.
He knew exactly what it was like to be the object of that twisted fucks obsession. It had been part of Roman's argument as much as it had Dean's when he had the nerve, though Dean was positive he had made himself crystal fucking clear the first time, to broach the subject again last night.
Roman claimed that Dean had made it through alone and so could he. While Dean had no doubts his brother could handle himself in a physical capacity, Roman's Care Bearishness was often reflected in his sensitivity, though it wasn't always obvious to anyone but Dean.
Dean had barely made it through his own confrontation with the warped cult leader, and while god and everyone else knew his pain tolerance was practically infinite coupled with the fact his shitty childhood had made him of sterner stuff as far as mental anguish went due to necessity, the mind games had rattled him more than he would ever admit aloud.
It was true Roman had been out after emergency surgery so it seemed he had gone it alone, but not a day went by that Ro hadn't either checked in to make sure he was hanging in there and or picked up the phone when Dean called even in wee hours of the morning. He knew he would never have had made it without Roman, just as much as he knew Roman needed him now; so nope, not one single fuck.
Hitting Dirty Deeds; getting a small piece of his own retribution, before tagging his brother in to finish the fucker off had been more than enough compensation for his pains, and while he felt like he'd been hit by a goddamned MAC truck, he do it all over again and more just to see Roman smile like he had after they'd won and while it wasn't as a common of an occurrence as it was in their Shield days Dean's heart had swelled when Roman wrapped him in his arms. Fucking win, all in all as far as Dean was concerned.
A wave of steam preceded Roman into the room as the bathroom door creaked open and Dean felt his pulse race as Roman stood there in nothing but a towel. Dean pushed that thought away though his cock had already begun to swell; immediately attempting to channel his inner Care Bear with mixed results once he caught sight of Roman's crest fallen face.
The shower had seemed to do him a little good, as he looked less stiff and sore, but his face was still creased with not only worry but guilt. Roman was letting the fans get to him again. Dean knew when he came to and heard "Roman's sleeping," it made him feel like he'd hung Dean out to dry as he scrambled as quickly as he could back to their corner.
Roman always claimed the boo's and shit didn't bother him, but Dean knew they did. The little bit of Care Bear he managed to channel disappeared replaced with regular old Dean Ambrose, recalling that the dumb fuck just had to go watch the match back, though Dean told him not to. When he saw what had happened to Dean while he was out… thus the sulking began.
"You're sulking," Dean accused irritably as Roman made his way over to him eyeing him worriedly with even more guilt shinning in his eyes.
"I am not," Roman sat on the bed next to him with the creases in his face deepening. "I don't sulk."
"You do and you are," Dean tossed his platoon of ice packs aside and attempted to push himself into a sitting position trying his best to stifle a pained groan.
"Just worried is all," Roman replied trying to sound casual as he carefully helped Dean the rest of the way up.
Roman kissed the welt at the base of his throat where Harper had launched him into the bottom rope, which really fucking sucked, but Roman's lips soothed his pains better than a truck load of ice could. Fire as only Roman's touch could produce coursed through his veins as another gentle kiss was placed on another one of his bruises. Despite his soreness and the physical abuse his body had taken his cock was already hard.
"I'm sorry," Roman whispered gently kissing his bad shoulder knowing it would be bothering him a little. "I hate when you're in pain."
Roman leaned in and tenderly pressed his lips to Dean's trying to show him how sorry he really was, before he continued to kiss all the bruises and welts visible on his naked torso. Dean was unbelievably turned on, and while this part of their relationship had begun back when Roman returned from convalescing, after the separation forced them to accept how much they truly fucking missed each other, Dean's appetite for all things Roman had not diminished one bit as of yet; he was pretty sure it never would.
"I'm so sorry baby," Roman whispered.
Fuck, Roman only ever called him baby when things were bad. Roman kissed his lips again before starting a trail down his chest, and as much as Dean absolutely fucking loathed to do it; he stopped him.
"You wanna apologize for something, apologize for Monday and last night," Dean gripped Roman's chin tilting his face up making him look into his eyes so he could see he truly did not blame him one damned bit for what happened. "You wanna suck my cock to make up for something, suck it for that bullshit, I can't believe I am actually fucking saying this, but other than that, keep your mouth off my dick."
Roman's features and eyes, though there was still an undertone of guilt, softened making Dean's heart flutter as they shone with the love he knew the other man held for him. Dean's words sounded crass, but for him that was as good as saying I love you.
The love in Roman's eyes was as much of a turn on as his lips all over his body as was the soft but slightly mischievous smile that suddenly graced his plump ridiculously fucking addictive lips.
"And if I just wanna suck your cock?" Roman's eyes now glinted with mischief as well, and while the other man's words made his cock twitch in anticipation Dean still managed to narrow his eyes as he searched for any trace of guilt.
Roman smirked at his glare before leaning in and pressing his lips to his before sucking his bottom lip into his mouth making him unable to control the moan that escaped him. Dean was suddenly dizzy with desire as Roman gave a rumbling chuckle before nipping and suckling his way down his neck, across his collar bone, and to his chest.
"You sure you want me to keep my mouth off your dick?" Roman teased huskily after he elicited a long drawn out moan when he nipped one of Dean's sensitive buds before sucking it into his mouth making Dean almost painfully hard as precum leaked from the tip of his cock.
Roman chuckled again and without waiting for an answer at seeing the way Dean's eyes blazed continued on his downward trajectory towards his destination sliding Dean's briefs off as he went.
Dean's sore muscles tensed as his lover nipped at the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh drawing a whimper then gently kissed away the sting of his bite while strong hands massaged Dean's aching muscles eliciting a moan. It was a strange but fucking fantastic mixture of pleasure and pain.
Roman's hands pressed into his thighs kneading as he alternated licking and planting teasing kissing along his shaft and his inner thighs. Dean loved teasing, but this was driving him fucking mad, Roman was such a cock tease sometimes. Just as Dean was about to tell him so he felt the tip of his tongue lap the precum from his sensitive slit causing his words to be lost in a husky moan.
Moments later Dean lost all control of his vocal cords as Roman forcefully sucked his throbbing member fully into his mouth taking as much as he could all at once until the tip of his cock hit the back of his throat. As Roman slowly continued to lick and suck him, Dean reached out and brushed the hair that had fallen across his face over to one side mumbling mostly incoherent curses and praises.
Dean swore he'd never seen anything as beautiful as he watched the other man's eyes blaze with desire and love as they bored into his own with his lips wrapped around his cock and silky strands of raven black hair framing his gorgeous face.
Dean tangled his finger in his lover's hair throwing his head back letting out a deep throaty moan as Roman hollowed his cheeks sucking him in earnest when he felt Dean could no longer keep his hips from bucking. Strong fingers dug into his hips pinning him to the bed as he climbed higher and higher.
It felt so fucking good and he never wanted it to end, but soon that sweet familiar heat gathered in his belly. Roman felt his muscles tense and when Dean's hands weakly tried to pull his head up he deep throated him swallowing every drop as Dean came harder than he ever remembered with a garbled version of Roman's name tumbling from his lips.
With a rumbling chuckle Roman kissed the tip of his cock causing his hips to buck a little before his talented lover kissed his way back up Dean's body who was still struggling to regain his breath. Roman propped himself up on his elbows as he hovered over him gently kissing his cheeks and forehead before capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
His muscles were a mixture of a good kind of sore and a bad kind of sore, and suddenly Dean felt exhausted, but that didn't stop him from wanting more as they both put everything they always left unsaid into the kiss. With a few pecks Roman pulled back gently chuckling a little when he saw Dean's sleepy satisfaction mixing with his desire for more, before he rolled off of him and pulled him into his arms nuzzling his face into the back of Dean's neck.
"Shh," Roman chastised when Dean turned his head to protest. "Just let me hold you."
"You know, you make me feel like a chick sometimes," Dean said though absent the edge he'd intended, because Roman's words made his heart flutter again, and what almost came out instead was I love you.
"Mmhm," Roman agreed with more gentle kisses causing the most pleasant shiver to run up his spine as he tightened his hold.
Dean surrendered to the other man's will snuggling in farther despite his protest, relishing in the feel of Roman's arms wrapped around him so tenderly.
"See it's not so bad," Roman mumbled and Dean could hear a smile along with content in his voice.
While Dean knew Roman knew he loved him, he suddenly felt the almost overwhelming urge to tell him.
"Small compensation," Dean said instead. "If every dude sucked dick as good as you, over population would no longer be a problem, and Tylenol would go out of business."
"What?" Roman's head lifted slightly as he rested his cheek against the side of Dean's head causing him to chuckled imagining the adorable confused look he was probably wearing.
"I feel like I got hit by a goddamned Mac truck and I still want to fuck you," Dean explained smiling a little. "I'd never have a "head ache" even with a severe fucking concussion when comes to you."
Dean felt Roman smile against the back of his neck, because they both knew that in Dean's own way he was saying I love you, and he felt another gentle kiss before he nuzzled back into him. A long moment of silence passed with those three little words on the tip of his tongue. Dean opened his mouth to speak them, but what came out was…
"Roman, you sleeping?"
"Fuck off," Roman grumbled though Dean felt him smile and pull him a little closer, which told Dean his sulking was over.
"Night Ro," Dean smiled burrowing in deeper.
"Go to sleep, douche bag," was Roman's response.
Dean closed his eyes with a soft smile gracing his lips, because he knew that was Roman's way of saying I love you too.