Summary: Who knew an argument would lead to three little words. Ranbrose.
Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Randy Orton
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"I don't care, Randy!" Dean Ambrose yelled, compulsively rubbing at his collarbone and shoulder underneath his plain white t-shirt; as he watched Randy Orton through dirty blonde curls with azure eyes.
"That doesn't matter, Dean. You can't just go around stating vulgar comments against the Authority." Randy stated. His arms crossed over his chest as he glared down at the younger man. Dean had been cursing out every Authority member that night and the Viper had no idea why he was in the first place. The show ended with Dean being attacked by Kane and J&J Security.
"Screw the Authority!" The dirty blonde screamed before storming passed Randy, not missing the chance to bump their shoulders before leaving the hotel room. He didn't even care that he was only in his white t-shirt and blue flannel pajama pants. He was pissed. Randy stands up time and time again for the Authority but never once sees what they were doing to people like Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns, John Cena, Daniel Bryan, and Dolph Ziggler. Walking through the walls of the hotel, he got to the exit and went outside. He could hear Randy yelling out behind him.
"Dean! Dean, wait!" Randy called out, running closely behind his younger lover as he slid a jacket onto his arms. Dean kneeled down into the snow and scooped up some snow into his hands, shivering slightly at the contact of the cold ice on his bare hands, and packed it into a ball."Dean, c'mon, baby, come back inside. You're going to catch a cold out here." He was cut off by snow connecting with his face. The snow fell away from his face and he looked to Dean. Dean was standing barefoot in the snow, glaring at him with his arms crossed over his chest. Randy could see the ends of Dean's flannel pants getting wet from being in the white blanket of cold. "Baby, please just come inside… lets go back to the hotel room. You're going to catch a cold and get sick if you're out here any longer." The older man pleaded.
"Why should I come back in there with you, Orton." Dean hissed, doing his best not to show he was shivering. It was painfully obvious to Randy that Dean was cold. The Lunatic Fringe had goosebumps coming up on his exposed skin. To him it was a miracle that Dean's teeth weren't clattering together.
"Cause I fucking love you, you idoit!" Randy yelled. Dean's face flushed as Randy's words sunk in. It was the very first time that Randy had ever told Dean that he loved him."Now get your freezing ass over here before you catch that cold!" Dean didn't think twice. He walked over to Randy as fast as his frozen legs would allow him to. Randy slid hos jacket off of his arms and placed it over Dean's shoulders before throwing his arm over the younger man. Dean instinctively leaned into him and the third generation superstar lead them back inside of the hotel."Why did you walk out?" Randy whispered, kissing the side of Dean's head and pulling the man closer to him; still able to feel the dirty blonde shaking.
"I don't like fighting… not with you." Dean muttered, burying himself further into Randy's side. "I love you , Randy." The Viper opened the door to their hotel room and lead the other man in.
"I know. Now get under the covers and warm up." Was the third generation's reply. Dean nodded and pulled Randy along with him. Minutes later they were cuddled underneath the comforter and Dean was slowly lulled to sleep with a smile on his face.