Chapter Three: Bonding Behind The Scenes

The next few days after that steamy morning were spent catching up on the time Seth spent with the Authority and when Dean went solo. They ate out together, may or may not have done a night of Netflix and Chill, and somehow still had time to spend with Roman. It was during a game of basketball in some abandoned park that Roman asked them.

"When are you going to tell everyone?" the Samoan asked after sinking a deep three. Dean scoffed.

"Give me 3 people we can actually trust with that secret that doesn't include Jimmy and Jey. If the Authority found out, they'd write, like, 50 million storylines about it and try to humiliate us. Divas wouldn't want to be anywhere near us. Guys'll talk behind our backs and poke fun at us. We don't exactly have a locker room full of friends. And what about the fans? Two of the three greatest currently active wrestlers WWE has to offer are apparently fucking each other! How does anyone knowing this end well?!" he hissed.

"How do you know people won't feel the complete opposite of what you're saying?" asked Seth, guarding Dean. "There are plenty of gay couples: Xavier Woods and Big E, Sin Cara and Kalisto, us-" Dean cut Seth off by stealing the ball and sinking a fade away over Roman.

"We don't count," he said. Seth had gotten the rebound and was about to take a shot. As he does, Dean, somewhat gently, nips at his neck. The Architect cried out and overshot the goal. Dean flashed him a devilish smirk.

"Ahh! Foul!" he yelled, though his slightly higher than usual voice held no anger. Dean snickered and retrieved the ball. As he tried to make his shot, Seth slapped his butt, throwing his aim off completely. Dean yelped and ended up throwing the ball straight at Roman, who caught it and sunk a shot. The Ohioan turned to face his boyfriend.

"Why you little!" he grumbled before tackling Seth to the ground. The two grappled and punched and kicked until they became a pile of laughing tangled limbs. The Samoan sighed and shook his head. If they could barely contain themselves in public and couldn't contain themselves in private, what would they do during shows? Would he have to constantly remind them to keep the touching to a minimum and everything PG-13? Would he have to guard the locker room while they had a quickie in the shower? Would he have to keep them quiet in hotels? His mind was swimming with similar questions by the time they decided to go for lunch.

Seth, being the overly healthy eater, got something from Subway. Dean, being the total opposite, ordered burger, fries, and a milkshake. Roman, who liked a bit of both, ordered something healthy with a pizza. They ate while discussing what was supposed to happen at Wrestlemania since the Royal Rumble was just a Sunday away and everything for then was set in stone. Roman still had to deal with the League of Nations while trying to protect his WWE World Heavyweight title. Dean had to protect his Intercontinental Title and finish his business with Kevin Owens. Poor Seth, aside from looking over his shoulder for the Authority (who he was due to betray at the PPV next month), had to cut a promo declaring he's coming after the U.S. title tonight. He'll have Cena, del Rio, and Kalisto on his case for sure.

"I'm gonna call out Vince tonight, see if I can't rile him up a little before Sunday. If the League comes after me tonight-"

"We'll come as soon as we can," Seth told him in an instant. He glanced at Dean, who was struggling to hold in his laughs. "Not like that! What is it with you and your dirty mind?!" he asked exasperatedly. Roman chuckled softly at that while Dean kept making weird faces at Seth. Dean may act tough, but he's really just a huge goofball. His baby brothers… 'They bring out the best and worst in each other,' he thought.

"Jimmy and Jey, too?" asked Dean, trying to sound semi-serious as he took a bite out of Seth's sub.

"Hey!" he complained before grabbing and finishing Dean's burger.

"Ha! Finally got you to eat something with calories. You'll have to work off that extra stuff now 'Mr. Crossfit Champion'!" Dean teased. Seth raised his eyebrows, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Ya know… you could always help with that…" he said in a tone that turned heads. Roman groaned in embarrassment and facepalmed. What was he gonna do with them?