Ambreigns- Imagine person A coming home cold and Person B wrapping them in a blanket.
Running through the heavy snow, Dean had not really thought this through. He had been in his hotel room and realised that the roster is stuck. He couldn't last one or more nights away from his brother. He and Roman see each other at Raw and Smackdown and rarely at any other time. He needed advice and fast. He ran through the blizzard in his usual jeans, boots and leather jacket. He also wore a blue beanie hat with a bobble on top. The snow crashed into his face and hands. His face turning red as the cold attacked him. He was losing heat fast. By the time he got to the hotel he was halfway to being completely frozen. Shaking, he knocked on the door softly.
"Dean? You really take warnings lightly, don't you?" Roman chuckled a little as he allowed Dean to enter. Dean walked in as Roman closed the door. "Galina, I'll talk to you later." He turned off his laptop and looked towards the other male in his room.
"R...R...R...R...Roman...I...I...I...I am...s...s...s...s...s...so...c...c...c...cold." Dean chittered.
"I bet. Take off your jacket and give me a minute." Roman went over to his suitcase and pulled out a thick, black blanket with a tribal design on it. Dean took off his hat and jacket and hung them on the back of the door. He sat on the bed. Roman wrapped the blanket around him. He sat like a burrito. Roman turned the heating up, so that Dean would warm up quickly.
"I need advice." Dean spoke up. His first full sentence without chittering. Roman sat next to him.
"Sure buddy, what do you need?" He asked the man with wild, light brown hair.
"I…" The question he asked himself was whether he was man enough to own up to it or pass it off as a friend? "…have a friend. He is having trouble asking out his crush." Roman knew that Dean meant himself.
"Really? The great titty master has trouble mastering the titties of his crush?" Roman joked. "Who's the lucky one?" Roman asked. Dean bowed his head, not really wanting to answer.
"Renee...Young?" Dean mumbled. Roman made out the first part and last part, just barely.
"The blonde announcer and backstage interviewer? Holy- She's hot." Roman commented.
"Yeah, I know. She wouldn't like this. I'm strange. I walked through snow in a leather jacket and a beanie hat. I also don't talk a lot." Dean added.
"I have seen the way she looks at you, it's the same way Seth looks at cookies." Roman smiled as Dean perked up.
"She likes the view and the Deano." Dean smiled. Roman chuckled and nodded.
"Yes she does. You should ask her out, she'll probably say yes. There are very high chances that she will. The chances are as high as it snowing tonight." Dean was smiling like a small child. He looked so happy. "To celebrate, we'll eat cookies and watch a movie together. Get your stuff tomorrow." Roman was smiling at the happy younger male. He pulled out the cookies and put on the tv. They watched Die Hard and then F.R.I.E.N.D.S came on. Dean fell asleep within the first five minutes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Roman tucked him in and made sure that he was warm.
The two men woke up from the greatest sleep ever, Dean wrapped up in Roman's arms. The two swore that this would not be spoken of and that the sleep was amazing, but would not be done again.