Quinn Padgett
Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose's Sexy Shenanigans
It was evening time; the lights are out all through out the house except for the flickering light of the television. Dean Ambrose sits on the couch spread eagle, watching Netflix and taking a swig of beer. "Dean, oh my god, holy shit!" yelled Roman Reigns as he crashed through the front door. "You wanna bang!?" "Eh, not really feeling up to it tonight." Dean said. "Oh okay, just wanna watch Netflix and actually chill?" Roman asked. "Reading my mind." Dean replied, patting the open seat next to him. Roman sits down and the two proceed to watch the first few seasons of Parks and Rec, laughing at the adventures of Leslie Knopes and company. "Oof." Dean said as his stomach begins to rumble. "I'm starting to get hungry. What'cha want for dinner dude?" "Ah c'mon man," Roman jested. "You know I'm not the best at picking this kinda stuff." "I picked last time, only seems fair that you get to pick." Dean said. Roman began to ponder, thinking of all the different meals they've had over the last couple of days, trying to figure out what they haven't consumed in sometime. Suddenly Roman has an idea. "Wanna get Mexican?" Dean stops and thinks and then says "Yeah man, that sounds pretty good right about now!" "Awesome!" Roman exclaims. "Oh and, uh, you're driving!" "Ugh, fine." Dean sighed. The two friends drop by their local Mexican restaurant and munch down on many a Mexican cuisine. "Goddamn this hits the spot!" Dean spouted. "Oh fuck yeah man," Roman said. "I'm getting all kinds of full!" The two continue to chow down on their food, asking each other about their days and discussing important questions. "Who would win in a fight: Brock Lesnar with 4 arms or Undertaker with 6 legs?" Roman questioned Dean. "Oh c'mon dude its so obviously Undertaker." Dean jested. "6 legs, giving him 5 with which to shove up Brock's ass!" "Yeah but dude, Lesnar could F-5 Taker for days with those arms!" Roman shot back. "Nah man, I gotta go Taker, never count out The Deadman." Dean said playfully. "Dean you're out of your mind if you believe that." Roman said jokingly. The banter continues until eventually the two finish their meal and head back home, with Roman passed out and leaning his head on Dean's arm on the drive home. Once they arrive at the house Dean and Roman begin to get ready for bed, brushing their teeth and putting on their pajamas. "Night Dean." Roman said sleepily. "Night Roman." Dean said in a tired tone. They began to drift to sleep, dreaming about the next day's events…when all of a sudden. "OH SHIT!" Dean yelled. "Dude, we forgot to have sex with each other in this erotic fan fiction!" "OH GOD DAMN IT!" Roman shouted. "Quick dude, fondle my-!"
The End!