AN: I started writing this almost as soon as the TLC match went off the air, finished it early in the morning on Monday (12/14). You can imagine my surprise at the happy ending that followed that night! Enjoy, everyone!
12/13/15
Roman was in a bad way when Dean delivered him to you. The massive man was half-draped over the new Intercontinental Champion; it looked like they'd both been crying. You ushered them both into your room, already making a mental list of what you'd need.
"Sorry to wake you, darlin'. He wouldn't see any of the other medics." Dean apologized, but you waved him off.
"I was awake anyhow. I watched the match." you explained, running to grab your supplies. "Both of you sit down. You're in a safe place now." you called over your shoulder from the tiny hotel bathroom.
"Much obliged." Dean responded, helping Roman hobble to a chair. The larger man collapsed into it, grimacing in pain.
"Every fucking thing on my body, Ambrose. Jesus Christ."
"Well if you can still talk, I'm sure you'll be alright." Dean grinned down at his friend.
Roman put his head in his hands. "I was so fucking close. You heard what they were calling me, Dean. The WWE fucking bridesmaid." he said through his fingers, sounding about ready to start crying again.
"Don't listen to them." you said firmly, dropping your bag on the floor next to his chair. Roman raised his head to look at you with reddened eyes. "Lemme give you some saline. Your eyes look like they've been through hell. You want your contacts out? Do you have your glasses?" you asked, plopping the bottle into his waiting palm.
"All of me has been through hell tonight, baby girl. But no, I don't have my glasses so I'll leave 'em in." Reigns said as you went to go wash your hands. You ignored the way your stomach flipped when his pain-husky voice said baby girl, you were a professional for a reason.
"Where does it hurt? I'll need specifics, quadrants. You know how I work Reigns, I ain't gonna hold your hand." You began your examination, quickly shining your penlight in his eyes and watching in satisfaction as his pupils reacted properly. "Dean, get him out of this gear. I will cut you out if you cannot get out of it safely."
"I think we can do it." Dean said, Roman nodding and starting to fumble with the buckles and zippers.
"I saw you land on that ladder. Pretty sure that vest and Sheamus's padded ass is the only reason you're still walking." Your voice had a note of disapproval in it. You disliked TLC matches, if only for the influx of work for you. Being a ringside medic wasn't an easy or overly fun job. But it paid, which was more than you could say for a lot of things. And you could use the experience.
"This vest is a lifesaver." Roman gasped, letting Dean haul the heavy thing over his head and toss it to the side. You pulled a hair tie off your wrist and made quick work of the mane of hair spread across his shoulders, twisting it into a low ponytail.
"Bust any ribs?" you asked, stethoscope already in hand. You warmed the chestpiece of the 'scope in your palm, well used to the startled reaction you got if you tried to put it on someone cold.
Roman shook his head, closing his eyes and tilting his head back on the chair. "Don't think so. Not at that pain level."
"Knowing you goddamn huge types, the pain could be at fucking ridiculous levels before you start to crack." Dean grumbled, making Roman open one eye and flash him a weak smile.
"C'mon Ambrose, you know me. I don't fuck around with ribs."
"Alright shh, I'm gonna need you to take some deep breaths." You placed the diaphragm on the upper left quadrant of his chest, moving to upper right when there were no sounds out of the ordinary. Middle left, middle right, nothing. Base left, base right. All clear. You had Roman lean forward and proceeded to do the same to his back, with the same results.
"Good, you're clear." you murmured, letting him settle back into the chair. "I hope you've been using this time to catalog your more painful areas. You're kind of bruised up all over, but if something worse is going on you need to let me know."
Roman held his right hand out to you, your shears already making quick work of the tape around his ring glove. "I should have known. You land heavy on your Spear? Pop this bastard again? How's your fingers?"
"Fingers are alright. I caught the ladder funny on my way down and snapped my wrist back. Right knee is shit too, but that's probably from all the impacts."
"You were so fucking close, brother." Dean came to wrap an arm around Roman's shoulders, the 'Lunatic Fringe' offering the only comfort he could. Reigns leaned into Ambrose, going silent. "You fought up that ladder so many fucking times. Watching you lose your shit was fucking poetry, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
"I had it in my fucking hands." Roman mumbled.
"And you fucking deserved it." you finally interjected, wrapping his wrist as tightly as you dared. Seemed like just another sprain, but better safe than sorry. "You fought so hard and so well. In the end, Sheamus couldn't beat you. Not without his buddies coming in. And even then! You fought them off and you were on the damn ladder when Sheamus grabbed the belt." You reached behind Reigns' head to gently palpate his skull, searching for crepitus. Due to his gray/blue contacts you couldn't easily monitor whether his pupils were pinpoint or dilated, so checking him for head injuries was a constant.
No battle signs or raccoon eyes. Bit too early for either of them to show up anyhow, you mused inwardly. Dean was usually the one landing on his head and neck anyway. The 'Lunatic' loved to toss himself into danger on a whim, the scars on his torso and hands telling the tale of a life lived without caution and too many aggressive forks for anyone's liking.
A giant hand came up to cradle your face. You were used to the touching at this point, wrestlers were notorious for being hands-on. Roman and Dean were no exception. You chose to use the moment of contact wisely.
"These hands." you began, catching Roman's other wrist gently. His eyes raised to lock with yours. "These are hands that have won you the championship before. Fuck Sheamus and his five-fifteen bullshit. These hands are the ones that touched the belt tonight." You averted your eyes, grasping Dean's hand as well. "I'm honored to even touch you two, let alone these hands. I am honored that I can take care of one of the Anoa'i lineage, Reigns. I am honored to take care of both of you."
"Darlin' please, you'll make us blush." Dean said, swallowing hard and tightening his grip on Reigns.
"Baby girl that...means more than you'll ever know, coming from you." Roman choked out, unexpectedly tugging you up into a fierce hug. "You're so patient with us, the Lunatic and the Big Dog. Always there with the wraps and ice, waiting for Dean's sobbing ass."
"Hey!"
"And mine, especially mine." Roman added, his hug not lessening an ounce. Dean's other arm made its way around your shoulders, embracing you and Reigns.
"As I said, I'm honored." you had to clear your throat several times before you could speak, getting a little teary at the heartfelt words. "The best wrestlers I've ever seen, and they want me to see them at their worst? They want little old me to take care of them? That's high fucking praise."
"Shit, when you put it that way darlin'..." Ambrose trailed off, a few tears running down his cheeks. "Fuck's sake, bitch cryin' again." he grumbled, wiping them away.
"You guys coming to me when you're banged up is...it's the highest honor I could ask for." you managed to finish before your tears got the best of you, hiccuping quietly. Roman shifted underneath you, hauling you into his lap with ease. Dean circled behind you, meeting Reigns' arms in a makeshift hug.
"Baby girl, some days you're the only thing that keeps us going." Roman murmured in your ear, catching you off-guard. "Some days its damn hard to even get back up when someone's doling out an asswhupping. 'Big Dog' this, 'Lunatic Fringe' that, but at the end of the day I like being reminded I'm a human being. We like being reminded that someone cares." he chuckled against your neck. "I like havin' someone boss Dean and I around, force us to sit down and deal with the bandages and Gatorade, you know?"
Dean nodded against your back, your face starting to flush as you tried to stem the flow of tears. "I'm sorry, this is super embarrassing." you mumbled, sponging your face off with your large sleeping shirt. "I must look like a wreck."
Roman's laugh was sad but no less heartfelt. "Preaching to the choir, baby girl."
"Lemme finish up and you guys can head on your way. I know at least one of you has enough celebrating to do for the both of you." you went to get down from the chair, but you might as well have tried to swim through concrete. When Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose decided you weren't going anywhere, that was that. "Guys?"
"Darlin', we got a proposition for you. We'd hoped it would come from two champions but...I guess you'll have to settle for one and a half." Dean teased as he released you, Roman grumbling something under his breath.
"What...what is it?" you asked, looking back and forth between them. Roman looked abruptly embarrassed and Dean grinned widely.
"We were wondering...if you maybe wanted to, uh. Have us. Share you." he blurted out, shifting back and forth on his feet nervously.
"Um...?" You must have misheard. Maybe you didn't understand what he meant? He couldn't possibly...not you. No way. "Did you say...did you say share me?"
Dean's grin paled slightly, the shifting getting faster as his nerves grew. Beneath you Roman stilled. "A little tact, Dean?" he grumbled, chiding his friend.
Dean shrugged. "It isn't like she doesn't already know we like her a lot more than the other medics."
"Oh, like have me take care of both of you? I already do..." you trailed off as Dean shook his head.
"No no, like. Uh. Share you. Both of us. Same time." he clarified somewhat.
Whatever you had been about to say caught in your throat; you had to close your eyes for a second against the onslaught of emotions that abruptly made themselves felt. "Jesus..." you mumbled.
Reigns' grip on you released, the man clearly making the statement that you could leave if you wanted to. You weren't trapped. "You're free to say no, of course. And no hard feelings if you do. We'll never talk about it again. It would be a poor fucking way to treat you after the hell we've put you through."
"We're professionals, after all." Ambrose said, seeming to get his foot out of his mouth finally. Roman nodded in agreement.
"Why..." you gulped, "why me, guys? There's a million people out there that I know would go for both of you, why me? If this is a joke, it isn't funny." You weren't exactly the adventurous type, but you couldn't deny the attraction you had to the two of them was equal. Your stomach dropped out for Dean's darlin's as hard as it did for Roman's baby girl's.
Roman shook his head. "They aren't the ones that patch us up every night. They aren't the ones that have seen us like this."
Dean came close again, his hands framing your face carefully. "They see us in the ring, you see us broken. And you care." His eyes searched yours, darting back and forth in yet another nervous gesture. His fingers twitched against your skin. "We just. We don't know how to return the favor, is all. So we figured we'd offer you something we're good at." he finished, seeming nonchalant.
"How 'good'?" you questioned, making Roman laugh and Dean grin. "Hey, you can hardly blame me for being curious!"
"You want to find out?" Reigns smirked down at you, making you unconsciously clench your legs together.
"Whoa whoa, definitely not now, you've both just been through hell!" you protested, unable to suppress the shiver that ran through you when one of Dean's hands slid to your neck, cradling it. Reigns smiled into the skin on the other side of your neck, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your bare shoulder.
"You guys need rest. How can you even think about doing this...?" you trailed off as Ambrose nipped the spot Roman had just kissed.
"You'd be surprised." Dean murmured, "We're sore damn losers, darlin'. If my brother is hurting, I can feel it. And he's hurting, angry and spoiling for something to spend that energy on." He stripped his battered tank top off over his head.
It wasn't like you hadn't seen either of them in various states of undress before, you'd tended their injuries too many times to count. But obviously this time was different. You were suddenly very aware of the solid chest of Roman Reigns against your back, even while greedily feasting your eyes on the nervously-shifting Ambrose.
"Too fast?" Roman breathed next to your ear.
You shivered and shook your head jerkily. "No no, not that. I just don't want you guys to hurt yourselves more is all. You should be resting."
Roman's facial hair scuffed your cheek, one of his hands raising to bury itself in your hair. "Baby girl I promise, we won't strain ourselves. Now stop worrying."
You were about to protest, but when Dean Ambrose kisses you he doesn't leave breathing room. You felt the heave of Roman's chest as he sucked in a deep breath while Dean's mouth clashed with yours. It was a messy kiss, one that screamed Ambrose. Lips and teeth and hunger.
"Hey, easy Ambrose. She'll melt." Roman teased as you parted, breathing heavily. Dean looked ridiculously proud of himself, hair mussed and eyes bright.
Did I do that? you thought in wonder before Roman coaxed your mouth back up for a kiss. Reigns kissed like he had lost nothing and when your shaky fingers found their way to his jaw, he rumbled approvingly.
Dean 'tsk'ed. "Still dunno how you make that noise. You sound like you're full of gravel." His hands snuck beneath your shirt from behind, and he cupped your breasts. A low sound made its way out of him, "Hey now...didn't realize you were smuggling these in them baggy shirts of yours, darlin'."
"F-fuck you, Ambrose." you managed, tilting your neck back against the onslaught of Reigns' kisses. Surprisingly you felt Dean shake his head, knocking it into the space between your shoulder blades.
"You're Roman's tonight. He's the one that needs you." The 'Lunatic Fringe' stated, sounding like it was a simple fact to him. His fingers kneaded your breasts roughly, making you sigh into Roman's mouth. It had been so long for you...
Roman hungrily devoured your whimpers like they were a tribute, hands roaming your body and slowly divesting you of your clothes. First the overlarge shirt, and then you stood to take off your loose sleeping pants. When you stood you backed right into Dean, who grinned happily and slid his hand smoothly down your stomach and into your underwear.
"Ah...!" you gasped, blushing at the way Reigns settled back in the chair, apparently more than content to watch the show Ambrose was helping you put on.
"Aha, let's see how wet you-" Dean paused, biting his lip hard. "-Jesus Christ darlin'." he said instead, making you cover your face in embarrassment.
Roman groaned, "Already?" Dean nodded, pulling his hand out to proudly display the evidence of your arousal dripping from his fingers.
"I like kissing." you mumbled defensively. "Especially kissing you guys."
"Baby girl you are fucking wild." Roman said, fists white-knuckled into the armrests as he watched Dean let you slowly fuck his fingers. In a burst of boldness, you tugged your sleeping pants and underwear down, choosing to stand naked in front of the two men.
Dean gasped against your neck, curling his fingers inside you and making your legs threaten to give out. You wondered briefly what you must look like, thighs spread and a 'Lunatic's fingers bringing you to your edge.
Roman's eyes widened when you stripped, his tongue darting out to wet his lips for a second before he slowly stood. He towered over you, whole body tense and waiting. For what, you didn't know.
"You want this. Even though I lost. You want us. You want me."
His voice sounded shaky and your heart hurt, Roman's large hand reaching down meanwhile to slow Ambrose's frantic motions into a gentle rocking. What could you say, what could you do to convince him...?
"Yes." That was your voice, wasn't it? The word was so soft you weren't sure if you had only thought it. Reigns met your eyes, looking confused. "I want you. Win or lose or tie, I want you both. P-please."
With that answer, the two men lowered you to the carpeted floor. You slung your arms around Roman's neck as he straddled you, pressing your lips almost reverently to his chest piece of black ink. Reaching out, you grabbed a handful of Ambrose's hair and carefully tugged him close to kiss him. Roman rumbled again as you kissed the man he called brother, waiting until you were done to roll you on top of him.
"Pretty sure you'd kill me if I tried to support my weight on this hand." he grinned up at you, the grin faltering slightly as you ground down into him.
You began unbuckling his belt, mildly surprised that one of Dean's hands was intertwined with Roman's. The other rested on your shoulder, anchoring the three of you together. "Have you guys uh...done this before?" you asked, raising an eyebrow when both men shook their heads.
Roman balled his free hand into a fist as you pulled the zipper down on his pants, proceeding to rake his teeth across his knuckles when you made a noise of surprise.
"I don't...well, I'm pretty wet, so maybe." you mused, loving the way Roman's jaw flexed and he moaned as you sank slowly down onto him. Dean was on you suddenly, making your insides clench with a breathless kiss. From beneath you Roman gasped, clearly feeling the effects Ambrose's mouth had on you.
"Christ, don't stop kissing her Ambrose, oh my fuck." he begged through gritted teeth, Dean only too happy to oblige. The blond seemed hell-bent on making you melt, fondling and teasing you whilst his tongue fought with yours. Dean had one hand on your breast and the other in his pants, the whole while Reigns was slowly fucking you, your hips moving to meet his every thrust.
If this is what happens when one of them loses, what happens when both of them win? you wondered dazedly, smiling against Dean's mouth as Roman's hands urged your hips into his own a little harder.
The extra pressure against your clit was all you needed to tip you over the edge, and you cried out as you felt your orgasm crest. Roman dragged you away from Dean for a second, pressing his mouth over yours and moaning helplessly as he drove himself into you once, twice more. "Gonna' cum." he grated out, lifting you bodily off of him and depositing you carefully to the side before he came.
Roman panted, half-sitting and looking completely undone as you quickly repositioned to run your tongue over the length of his cock. "Jesus." His hands came to rest on your head, urging you on. "I'm so close please please-" he choked out, carding his fingers through your hair frantically.
"Get him off with your mouth darlin', give him what he needs." Dean ordered, lifting one of your hands to rest on his own erection, "Treat him like the champ he is."
"Fuck's sake, Ambrose..." Roman gasped, watching you suck him off while simultaneously letting Dean fuck your fist.
Filthy words fell from Ambrose's lips the faster you went. "You like this, don't you darlin'? This level of control with no control, this power you've got over the two of us and us over you. Bet you wish I was fucking that cute little cunt of yours, stuffing it with Roman's dick beside mine inside you. Bet you'd like us to fuck you at the same time, make you cum all over the two of us-"
You whimpered, hollowing your cheeks around Roman as Dean came with a breathless sound, his Shield-brother following seconds later. You carefully slid your mouth off Roman's cock, swallowing and beginning to lick your fingers clean before being hauled into a fierce kiss.
"Ah! Roman I've g-"
"I know, I don't care." he growled against your lips. You melted against him, exhaustion settling in. It had been a very, very long day.
"Bedtime, please." Ambrose mumbled, getting to his feet and kicking his shoes off. He flopped onto the hotel bed, sighing in contentment at the soft impact.
"I couldn't agree more." Roman said, helping you up. The next kiss had a different feel to it, softer. You looked up at him in confusion as he broke away. "Thank you. For everything. For believing in us." he murmured.
You smiled, gently tugging his hand. "Come to bed, Reigns."