Dumb Jocks

Dean Ambrose shoved his fingers deep into his jeans pockets. The heat from his body immediately warming the nearly frost bitten appendages. He trudged on wearily behind a group of loud talking jocks from his high school who were obnoxiously singing christmas carols at the top of their voices.

How did he end up in predicament, he asked himself. Oh right, his mother thought it would be a good idea for him to get out of the house. It wasn't good for him to stay in the house and play his PS4 the whole day she said. He needed to stop acting like a hermit she said. Why didn't he bring any friends over, she nagged as he grabbed his lightweight jeans jacket from the coat hanger in the hallway. The town was having a Christmas Festival in the park, she told him as he opened the door. As soon as he stepped foot outside finally happy to get her out of his ear she told him that he should put on something warmer, that the temperature was going to drop later.

He had muttered an impatient " I'm fine." before marching down the front steps.

Now he was nearly freezing his balls off as he walked behind the slow moving, merry group of jocks. Why did his mother suddenly think that it was a crime for him to be playing video games the day after Christmas? That's what it was made for as far as he was concerned. Now these imbeciles in front of him would make what would be a comfortable fifteen minute walk into a half an hour one. Dean sighed and watched as his breath became steam momentarily before dissipating. He couldn't wait until he got home and out of the cold and away from these loud mouth jocks who were singing Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer quite off key which annoyed Dean even more. Peace and quiet. Was that too much to ask for?

" Hi."

He guessed it was.

Dean barely turned his head to the left. He knew who it was. " Hi."

" That was a nice festival huh?" That voice belonged to the one and only star quarterback of the high school football team, Roman Reigns.

Dean couldn't figure out why, but ever since the start of senior year in September, Roman seemed to be making more of an effort to talk to him. Not that he used to ignore him before but he didn't appear to be pushing a friendship back then as he did now. It wasn't that he minded Reigns. He seemed nice enough especially for being one of the most popular kids in town. Dean just couldn't help but to be wary of why Roman wanted to be friends with him. He was in no way popular. He played basketball sometimes on the court but he wasn't like especially good at it. Just average. There was nothing that a guy like him could offer to a guy like Roman Reigns and therefore Dean couldn't see the point of a friendship between them. They had nothing in common.

" It was fine." He answered noncommittedly, his eyes fixed in front of him.

" Yeah I liked how they lit up the trees in the blue LED lights. It looked pretty cool."

Was this guy seriously talking to him about lights? Dean snorted.

He guess that he didn't realize how loudly he snorted because Roman stopped talking in mid-sentence and Dean finally looked at him and saw that Reigns actually looked a bit embarrassed at his rambling and had his head bent as if he was ashamed.

Fuck. Now he felt like an asshole. Roman did talk a lot but he was only trying to be friendly.

" Sorry." He apologized. " I didn't mean to be rude." He gestured with his hand at the crowd in front of them. " But I just want to get home. I'm freezing."

A light seemed to have come on in Roman's head as he looked at Dean as if he was now seeing him for the first time. Dean felt a nervous fluttering in a chest and he had to divert his eyes away from Roman's gaze. That was another problem with Reigns. He was ridiculously good looking. A beautiful mix of Samoan and Italian which resulted in a perfectly symmetrical face with a sharp nose and strong jaw with deepset brown eyes. A muscular build on a six foot three frame encased in a golden caramel skin.

Dean just didn't get it. Roman had the pick of the town, when it came to girls and yet here he was wasting time talking to him about christmas lights. He wondered if Reigns was setting him up to be hazed by the football team or something.

Dean nearly jumped when something thick, warm and smelling of a spicy cologne was placed on his shoulders. He looked at it curiously in the moonlight. It was the black jacket that Roman had been wearing.

The singing jocks were almost at the end the street, taking their noise with them while Dean was at a standstill gingerly feeling the jacket.

He shook his head. " No. It's fine. I don't need this." He made a motion to take it off but Roman's hands clamped down on his shoulders.

" No." It was a firm, crisp command. It was the first time that Roman had ever used that tone with him.

Dean turned around fully this time to confront him. " I don't need to wear your jacket. I'm almost home anyway."

Roman hadn't moved his hands from Dean's shoulders and he could feel the weight of them pressing down hard through the thick jacket.

" You do." Roman responded. " You're cold and you need this more than I do."

Dean then observe that Roman was wearing a long sleeved sweatshirt with his red and white football jacket over it.

" You always wear two coats?"

Roman gave a slight laugh and rolled his eyes. " No. But my mom insisted that I take it."

Dean looked back down at the jacket that was barely on his shoulders. Another dude had given him his jacket. He would've laughed if he wasn't already self conscious about the situation. Good thing the others had turn the corner and were now out of sight. It was just him and Roman on the tree lined sidewalk.

Roman lifted up the part on his left shoulder. " Come on. Put it on."

" Umm what? No." Dean shook his head. " This is fine."

Roman sighed exasperatedly. " C'mon Dean. No one's around." Dean hesitated. " It isn't a big deal unless you want to make it one."

Well everyone else had moved on. And there was no one here from school to ever witness him being taken care of by another man. So he guessed he could wear it. He quickly pushed his hand through the arms of the jacket.

As soon as he zipped it up he felt the warmth returning to his body. Dean took a step forward but Roman grabbed him by the upper arm. " Wait."

He looked at the quarterback questioningly. He couldn't help the blush that rushed through his cheeks when Roman took his hand into his large one as he adjusted the sleeves on the coat. A shiver, that was not caused by the cold, ran down his spine when Roman's fingers brushed over his hand as he fixed the cuff on the sleeve.

Get it together, Ambrose. He mentally scolded himself. It doesn't mean anything.

Roman's thumb pressed into the palm of his hand and after a moment's hesitation, gently stroked back and forth over the area. Okay, probably now it does.

He looked up at Roman. His brow furrowing, questioning what was going on. Roman was just looking back at him as if he was contemplating something serious. His grip tightened on Dean's hand.

" You're really cold."

Dean just stared back at him feeling as if he was slipping into a trance. " Yeah." His breath frosting between them. This vibe between them began to feel weird and it was making him uncomfortable.

He started to slip his hand out of Roman's grip but the quarterback held him by his fingertips. " Come on." Roman looked quickly both ways before stepping off the sidewalk and onto the street. Against his better judgement, Dean allowed him to lead him across the street. However when his feet touched the sidewalk again he forceably pulled out his fingers and stuck his hands into the warm pockets of the coat.

" Where are you taking me?"

" To my house." Roman replied. He was walking ahead of Dean and was seemingly unbothered by Dean pulling his hand away.

" Why?"

" To warm you up. I got this awesome hot chocolate set from Switzerland from my cousin Dwayne. You're gonna love it."

" Thanks but I really need to get home." Real hot chocolate from Switzerland did sound nice but he was still skeptical about Roman's motives. People weren't usually nice to him for no reason at all.

But Roman brushed him off as he walked up his garden path. " I'll drop you home afterwards."

Dean glanced at the nice Honda Civic sitting in the driveway. It wasn't even the baseline model either. It must be nice to have parents willing to spoil you like that.

As he stood behind Roman as he fished out his keys to unlock the front door, he shook his head. No he needed to stop comparing himself to other people. His mom had already promised him a car for college. It wouldn't be brand new but it would still be a great help to him and a real convenience.

" Aren't you coming in?"

Dean didn't realize that he was so deep in thought that Roman had already opened the door and was standing in the doorway waiting on him.

Dean took half a step forward. " Aren't your parents home?"

Roman gave him a look that let him know that he was on to him. " Quit stalling and come in."

Dean crossed the threshold and Roman closed the door behind them and flicked the lightswitch next to him. " No they aren't home. They went to visit my dad's family."

Roman led Dean into the large living room. He leaned over the back of the huge camel coloured couch and picked up the television remote and turned it on. " You can watch some tv while I prepare the hot chocolate."

With that, Roman walked off in the direction that Dean presumed to be the kitchen while he remained standing in the living room. His eyes wandered carelessly over the room. It seemed to be nice enough. A couple side tables. A surround sound system that was connected to the flat screen television that stood on top of a cherry wood stand. He walked around the couch and after a second's hesitation, decided to sit on it.

Oh. This was nice.

It was quite comfortable yet firm. He noticed the button on the arm for the recliner but he decided against it. He didn't want to make himself too comfortable in Roman's home.

He unzipped the jacket as he waited for Roman. His eyes finally fixing on the television screen and realizing that it was on the local news station. They were talking to persons who had attended the Christmas Festival in the park.

Dean found himself sinking even more into the couch. His head rolling on the back of it. He really liked this couch. Maybe he should convince his mother to get one.

" Here we go."

Roman came back out holding a giant red mug with white snowflakes on it. The steam rising from the hot contents and curling around in the air. He carefully handed the mug to Dean who thanked him and then sat next to him.

The hot chocolate was thick and dark and it's rich smell filled Dean's senses. This was definitely going to be a treat.

Dean took a small sip and nearly gagged when the thick chocolate coated his tongue. " Fuck!" He hurriedly placed the mug on the coffee table next to him.

Roman chuckled. " It's hot."

Dean glared at him. " I can feel that Einstein." Dean gasp and flicked his tongue out in the air.

" What are you doing?" Roman looked curious.

" I'm trying to cool it off."

" By licking the air?"

" You have any better ideas?" Dean snapped.

Roman honestly looked as if he was considering something. A smirk playing on his lips. He then looked at Dean and gently shook his head. " Nope."

Dean didn't believe him. It was the way how he did it. Entirely too innocent and completely up to no good.

He narrowed his eyes at him as he pushed his auburn curls off his forehead even though they returned immediately and picked up the mug. He kept his eyes on Roman as he took another sip. This was better than before and he could actually savour the flavour this time. It was absolutely delicious.

He forgot about Roman and concentrated on the beverage. Stupid, weird jock. But at least he could make a decent pot of cocoa. When Dean had finished, he realized that Roman hadn't said anything while he was drinking. This was weird in itself because for all the time that he had known Roman he was always prattling on about something.

He placed the mug back down on the coffee table and turned around to see that Roman was still watching him.

" What?" He was beginning to feel self conscious again but this time he wasn't sure exactly why.

" Nothing."

Dean rolled his eyes. " Then why are you watching me?"

Roman had one arm proped up on the back of the couch. His eyes regarding him in a way that Dean couldn't place. " Maybe I like watching you."

Whoa.

What the fuck did Roman just say? Was he coming on to him? No, that can't be it. He knew enough about Roman to know that he had the pick of all of the cheerleaders, seniors and junior girls at school. So now Roman was just messing with him on some gay bullshit.

" Man, fuck off." Dean got up from the couch angry with himself that he had let his guard down a bit with him. Stupid jocks were all the same. Always trying to make someone a punching bag.

" Wait, Dean." Roman got up looking anxious. " I didn't mean to upset you. I ..."

" Roman? Romie!"

Dean groaned out loud. This night just got worse.

He didn't know how he got in Roman's house but Seth Rollins breezed into the living room like if he owned the place.

" Roman!" Seth threw his arms around Roman's shoulders as if it was the most natural thing in the world. " I was looking everywhere for you."

Seth Rollins. Dean's eyes always inadvertantly rolled whenever his name was mentioned. Roman was okay for a jock but Seth was exactly the type that he didn't like. Dressed in a thick but yet body forming black sweater and black jeans. It was easy to see the curves of Seth's well developed muscular body underneath the clothing. Seth Rollins. There wasn't a sport that he wasn't good at and better than everyone else as well. He was the captain of the swim team and vice captain of the football team. And he already had scholarships lined up for both for college.

Seth pushed his black framed glasses up his large nose that didn't take away from the handsomeness of his face. Some guys had all the luck. " Romie, why did you come home?"

Dean gritted his teeth everytime Seth called Roman by his nickname. That was another thing about Seth Rollins. He was openly gay and didn't care who knew. The teachers loved him. The other students didn't hassle him because he was the best sportsman that the school had in a long while and he was best friends with Roman Reigns and he was also fucking the football captain, Randy Orton. Well he wasn't sure about the last part but he heard two girls in his science class gossiping about it a couple weeks ago. As far as he knew Randy wasn't gay as his sexual conquests were known far and wide. But he didn't strike Dean as a person who cared where he stucked his dick as long as he got off.

" I was talking to Dean."

" Oh?" Seth looked around as if he hadn't seen him standing there but Dean knew that he did. He watched as Seth's disapproving eyes roved up and down his body. That's another thing. Seth apparently had decided some time ago that he didn't like him for any particular reason.

He turned back to Roman and hook an arm around the slightly taller guy's neck. " Why?"

The innocence in the way Seth asked the question as if he found it hard to believe that Roman would have any interest in talking to someone like him, really sent Dean's temper flaring.

" I have to go." He really didn't leave home to get disrespected like this. First Roman thinks that it's funny to hit on him and now he has his best friend to really gang up on him. Really how different could Roman be if he's friends with someone like Seth?

" Dean, wait." He heard Roman say as he marched through the front door. But he didn't stop. He heard Seth telling him to let him go. It was only after he had gotten to the end of the street that he realized that he was still wearing Roman's jacket. Fuck it. He would return it to Roman another day he decided as he made the long walk home.

Roman was staring at the opened front door in disbelief. How did everything go to hell in such a few short minutes?

" Why did you have to be so rude?" He chastised Seth who only raised his eyebrows nonchalantly as if he didn't know what the fuss was about.

" I just asked a simple question." Seth shrugged his shoulders. " What was he doing wearing your jacket anyway?"

" I gave it to him because he was cold."

Seth shook his head and tutted as if he was disappointed. " You can do so much better than Ambrose." Seth scrunched up his face in disgust. " I don't get what you see in him. He's so dusty."

Roman pushed Seth away and closed the door. " He isn't dusty."

Seth shook his head dismissively as if he was already bored of this conversation. " Raise your standards Ro. You are too good for the likes of him."

A/N: It's a new year and a new day (see what I did there) and I'm back with another full length story. I took it to a vote on tumblr on what story you wanted next and ambreigns barely edged out rolleigns and ambrolleigns. And then votes kept on coming in so I was like Imma just give you guys all three just because.

So what do you guys think so far? You like it? Please leave a review and let me know. And yes Dean has a normal mother. I know, it's about time the guy got one in fanfiction. And Sethie and Romie, any thoughts?