Fallen

Chapter 2: A Bit of Comfort

After Wrestlemania had ended, Roman was headed to a bar that was nearby. He got a text from one of his cousins, saying to come meet everyone there. He hoped that Dean would be there. He wanted to celebrate with his best friend, the man that he had fallen in love with.

Ever since Seth had betrayed them, him and Dean had gotten closer. Sure, there have been a few fights between them, here and there. But they have pulled through them, and still remained close. At first Roman considered Dean like a brother to him, but now, he was much more than that. He wouldn't admit his feelings for him though. He was too scared of ruining their friendship.

He soon pulled up in front of the bar. He got out of out the car, and headed inside. He was greeted by his cousins, and other wrestlers he had become friends with. Paige, Becky, Dolph Ziggler, Dwayne Johnson aka the Rock, Big Show, John Cena, the Uso twins, and some of the others. They all came up to him, congratulating him for winning the championship title.

He eyes searched the place, looking for someone. But he didn't see him. "Where is Dean?" He asked his cousin Jimmy.

Jimmy who had a glass of alcohol in his hand, looked at him, confused. "I heard he went back to the hotel. I don't know why he didn't come here. He's missing out on a good party."

Renee who was standing nearby, overheard their conversation. "I called him earlier, to see if he was coming. He said he didn't feel like it. He seemed pretty upset about his loss tonight."

Roman set the glass down he was holding onto the table, and stood up. "Where are you going?" Jimmy asked him.

"I'm going to go make sure he's okay."

"I'm sure he's fine. Come on. Don't worry about him. Stay here and celebrate with us."

"I'm not going to leave him alone, Jimmy. I've done enough of that for the past few weeks. I didn't even get a chance to make sure he was okay when he had that injury some weeks ago."

Jimmy sighed, pouring himself another glass of vodka. "Sometimes I think you're in love with the man."

Roman chuckled to himself quietly, as he walked out the door. "You have no idea Jimmy..."

He had finally made it to the hotel. He headed up to the floor where Dean's room was on, and walked over to it. He knocked on the door. He waited a few minutes before Dean finally answered. Dean gave him a confused look when he saw that Roman was at the door.

"Hey…"

"Hey." Roman responded, smiling at him. "Do you mind if I come in?"

Dean shrugged. "I don't care. Help yourself. Just don't mind the mess."

"Mess? What did you do Dean?" When he walked into the room, he saw what Dean was talking about. The TV was broken; Dean had kicked his foot into the screen, the table was flipped over, a lamp and a few other items lay on the floor.

They both sat on the bed, Dean taking a sip from the bottle of vodka he had. Roman turned to him, not sure what to say about the mess. "You were angry?"

"Yeah…I was. Still am, but have calmed down a little. Needed to let my frustration out." He said, smiling at Roman slightly. "So, why are you here? I thought you would be with the others celebrating…"

"I was, but you weren't there. It's no fun when you're not there with me."

"I would only make everyone feel down...Congratulations on winning the belt tonight."

"Thanks."

"Your welcome. I think it was bullshit that fans booed you. Don't pay them any attention. You deserve that belt. You fought hard for it."

"Thank you, Dean. That means a lot coming from you. So how are you feeling?"

"Terrible."

"That's not good. I'm sorry you didn't win tonight."

"You don't need to be sorry. It's not your fault I lost, its mine." He took another sip from the bottle. "What did I do wrong Ro? How come I didn't win against him?"

"I don't know Dean...Maybe you focused too much on using the weapons instead."

"Well, how else do you think I could have won against him? He's a big guy, and I wouldn't have stood no chance against him without those."

"You could have though." He laid a hand on his shoulder. "You're good, strong...without those weapons. You could have done it without them if you had given yourself a chance."

"Hmmph...Well, I really showed how good I am tonight. I lost...at Wrestlemania...I'm such a failure." He said, burying his face into the pillow.

Roman sighed. Dean was putting himself down over this. He shouldn't be. He needed to believe in himself, not consider himself a failure. "Dean?" There was no answer from him.

He laid his hand on his back, rubbing it a little. It must have been sore from tonight. "Dean, talk to me."

"No." Dean muttered into the pillow.

Roman moved his hands up to his face, forcing him to look at him. "Dean...listen to me. You're not a failure. Far from that. You're one of the best that I know. Please don't put yourself down. You are more than what you give yourself credit for."

"But I am! I lose a lot of matches; I need your help almost every time. I can't do anything right Roman. I fuck everything up. But you...You're better than me."

"What makes you think that?"

"You've won the championship belt; you have defeated anyone who has stood in your way."

"Me winning the belt doesn't mean that I am better than you Dean."

"But it does! You've won it. Plenty of times! Me... I have never even come close...Face it Roman…I'm just a complete failure."

"There's something I want you to know."

"What is it?"

"Someday…when it is my time…To be inducted into the hall of Fame, if I ever get the chance that is…I want you to be inducted into it with me. I want you to be by my side."

"But what if I don't ever get that chance? What if its only just you?"

"Well, I'll reject it. I won't let myself be inducted if they won't induct you in there with me. Only together, we will. Not alone."

"Yes…together." Dean whispered, nodding his head.

Roman kissed the top of his forehead. Lucky for Dean it was dark in the room, so Roman didn't see the blush that was on his face.

"Well, I better go. Raw is tomorrow, and we got to rest up for it. I'll see you in the morning."

He stood up, about to leave, but then Dean's voice stopped him in his tracks. "Wait!"

Roman turned around, looking at Dean with a confused expression on his face. His hand clung onto his shirt.

"Don't go…Please…Stay…" Dean said, his eyes pleading with him, and looking as though he was about to cry.

Roman sat back down, wrapping his arms around him, and laying them both down on the bed. He rubbed his hand down Dean's back, while the other was in his hair, trying to comfort him.

"It's okay. I'm here. I won't leave you. I'll stay here with you tonight."

"T-thank you Roman…" Dean said, his voice almost about to break. He wrapped his arms around the Samoan's neck, laying his head on his shoulder.

Roman pulled the blanket up, wrapping the both of them in it. He chuckled a little, as Dean tried to get a little more comfortable.

"The beds too small for the both of us."

"I know." Dean said, yawning a bit.

"You sure you want me to sleep with you?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." Dean said, as he laid his head against Roman's chest. "I love you, Ro."

"I love you too, Dean." Roman whispered back to him.

Dean smiled, hearing the soft heartbeat through the other man's chest. Even though Roman did not love him that way, he was still happy to at least be in the other's arms, knowing that he was still his best friend. Tonight would be the first time in a while, that he would get a good night's rest. He drifted off to sleep, feeling warm and safe in Roman's arms.