*Be prepared, y'all. Rome's having dirty thoughts*

"Oh god, Brad..." Roman moaned. Brad was giving him the most heavenly blowjob he's ever received. Roman's eyes widened as Brad started to deepthroat him. "Brad, fuck! Shit, your mouth is heaven." Roman said, thrusting his hips upwards, making his cock go further down his throat than it already was. He's surprised Brad hadn't gagged yet. Brad placed his hands on Roman's hips and pinned them down to the bed. Pulling his cock out of his mouth, Brad kissed the head then ran the tip of his tongue along the pulsing vein on the underside of his dick. That was it for Roman. Brad quickly plunged his mouth back down onto Roman and sucked as fast as he could. Roman screamed his name as he released down Brad's throat. Brad gladly slurped it down, some of it spilling out of the sides of his mouth. He pulled off of him with a pop and licked his lips. "You taste good, babe." Brad said, crawling up his body to give him a kiss. Roman kissed him back, blushing when he tasted himself on his lips. "Thank you, love. I bet you taste better though." Roman muttered sleepily. Brad smiled as lust clouded his eyes once again. "I know you might be tired, but... Could you go another round?" Brad asked, putting on his best puppy eyes he could ever imagine. "With you? Always."

"Roman? YO, ROME!" Roman let out a yelp and looked up at Seth who's face was inches away from his.

"Mr. McMahon wants to talk to us. ... You should get rid of that though." Seth was referring to the throbbing boner Roman had acquired from that little fantasy he just had.

"Oh, uh, yeah that. Um, w-when does he want to see us?" Roman stammered, a bit embarrassed that his friend noticed the tent he pitched.

"As soon as possible. Think of dead puppies, that always gets rid of mine." Roman cringed at the thought of a dead puppy laying in the middle of the street, and of course his boner had slowly went away.

"God, Seth. Now I know what goes through your mind when you're in the mood." Seth laughed and shoved Roman playfully.

"Oh shut the fuck up. Come on, lets go. Dean's waiting outside the door, he's beating himself up over this so bad." Seth sighed.

"What could've happened in less than 10 minutes?" Seth just gave Roman that "You really want to get punched in the face right now, don't you?" look, and Roman put his hands up in defense.

"Hey, a man can be curious!" Seth threw his head back and let out a dramatic sigh before looking back at Roman.
"Dean decided it'd be cool to put his hands on one of the vets, and that vet was Orton. And just to our luck, Mr. McMahon was standing a few feet away watching it all go down." Roman's breath hitched in his throat.

"Fuck, why would he do that? God damnit, he needs to learn how to tone down that anger of his." Roman muttered, walking out the door and looking at the solemn Dean Ambrose sitting on the floor with his head in his hands, muttering how much of a fuck up he is.

"Dean, quit that. You're not a fuck up. You just have... slight anger issues and you don't know how to control them. Now come on, lets go talk to Vince. It won't be that bad."

"Rome, he already doesn't like me. The only reason why he tolerates me is because I'm a great wrestler, I cut good ass promos, and everyone basically loves me. That's about it." Dean stood up and shook his head. "You know what? I'm not even gonna stress it. Lets go and talk to the man. What's the worse that could happen?"

"We should've stayed right where we were." Roman thought as he sat in front of Mr. McMahon with an anxious Dean and a terrified Seth. Vince brought up three things: Dean and Seth's relationship, Dean's anger problems, and if there was something going on between Rome and Brad.

"Why does it matter what goes on behind closed doors? Our relationship doesn't hurt anyone, who gives a damn what other people think? If we're happy, then isn't that good enough?" Dean argued. Roman stayed quiet the whole time they were talking about their relationship. He wasn't involved in it, so he really had no say so in the first place.

"You know that kind of stuff is frowned upon in this society, Ambrose. I can't risk you two getting exposed." Dean rolled his eyes and let out a bitter laugh.

"It's only frowned upon 'cause there are close-minded bigoted idiots in this world that need to keep their nose out of other people's business that doesn't involve them in any god damn way! If we get exposed, then whatever. I don't care about the spiteful comments people might send us, hell, we already get those types of comments! I love Seth, and nothing and NO ONE is EVER going to change that. Now, can we get to the other reasons why you wanted to talk to us?" Roman smirked to himself when he saw Vince's facial expression change from anger to defeat. He knew that Dean had a true argument, and there was no way he would be able to argue back after that.

"Your anger problems..." Vince began, but then Dean cut him off.

"I know I fucked up, trust me, I do." Dean's tone had changed. He didn't sound like he would blow his top anymore, he had calmed down and his voice got softer. "I know I shouldn't have put my hands on Orton. I felt like a monster. I scared Seth, I scared myself... I'll try my best to keep my anger under control, and if that doesn't work then I'll go to some anger management classes or something." Vince nodded and directed his attention to Roman.

"Mr. Reigns?"

"Yes, Sir?" As soon as Vince was about to open his mouth to continue, the door opened and they all looked over to see who was coming in. Roman's breath hitched in his throat, as Brad slowly shut the door back.

"I heard you needed to speak to me?" Brad asked. He looked at Dean and Seth, and his face flushed. He noticed they had their eyes locked on him, but Roman was looking down in his lap playing with his fingers.

"Yes, take a seat wherever you'd like to." Brad noticed the only seat that was available was the one next to Roman, who was sitting on the right side of Seth. Brad shakily sat down next to Roman, and he began looking him over. His hair gotten longer, he's gotten more muscular, this man was gorgeous. He couldn't believe he had pushed him away that day. Roman lifted up his head and saw that Brad was staring at him. When Brad locked eyes with him, he had to quickly turn his head away. His cheeks were heating up and he started to tap his foot erratically. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Is there something going on between you two too?" Vince finally said.

"No, we've never said a word to each other." Roman lied.

"Yeah, I don't like him like that. Trust me, I never will." Ouch. Roman felt like someone had just stabbed him in the back with a dull knife.

"Alright then. After we film Smackdown and Main Event tomorrow, you guys have the next three days off. I think everyone deserves to chill out for a little while."

"T-Thank you, Mr. McMahon." Was the last thing Roman said before he got up out of his chair and exited the room. He couldn't be in there anymore. He walked as far as possible away from the room. He didn't even know where he was going, in all honestly. He just needed to leave.

"I don't like him like that. Trust me, I never will." Those words kept replaying over and over in his head. He had walked out of the arena and just collapsed onto his knees in front of a tree. He knew he was taking this way out of context, but those words hurt him so bad. He was shaking, his head was spinning, his cheeks were wet and his vision was blurry for some odd reason. Roman touched his cheek and looked at his hand. He was crying. He was actually crying.

"Maybe I should go out with the guys tonight. And this time, they're gonna be the ones dragging my ass back to the bus." Roman thought to himself as he wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand. That's exactly what he's gonna do. Drown his sorrows out with liquor. Sounds like a good idea.

"Christ, he's heavier than I would expect him to be." Dean said as he shoved a half asleep roman Roman face first into the king sized bed that was in the back of their bus.

"I really fucking hate Brad." Seth muttered, crossing his arms. Even though he absolutely hated the fact that Roman decided to get shitfaced tonight, he had to repay the favor.

"We need to talk to him. I hate seeing him like this, Seth." Dean said, rolling Roman over onto his side and pulling the covers over his drunken body.

"We need to talk to who? Brad? I'm not going near that son of a bitch. If I do then I'm going to be the one losing my job, because I swear I will stomp that mother fucker 6 feet underground for doing this to Roman."

"Seth, baby..." Dean began. "As much as I think it would be sexy to watch you take your anger out on Brad, I don't think that's a smart idea. Like you said to me earlier, I can't have you lose your job. I need you." Dean stood in front of Seth and wrapped his arms around his waist. Dean kissed his lips gently, and Seth gladly returned the kiss.

"I love you, babe." Seth whispered, resting his forehead against Dean's.

"I love you too. Now lets get out of here and let Rome get some sleep." Dean said, gently pushing Seth out of the room and shutting the door behind them. Brad was sure to get an earful tomorrow.

This chapter was mega shitty. I'm sorry you guys have to deal with this crap ugh.
In the words of Mark Henry's theme song: Somebody's gon get dey ass kicked. I'm sorry lmfao.
Chapter 4! Woo! I have no idea how long I'm going to make this story, but hopefully if I don't lose interest in it it'll be over 10 chapters.
More Ambrollins! Yeeee! ... why didn't i just make this an ambrollins story? *sigh*
Don't worry, you'll have... um... Breigns soon? idk i guess that'll be their ship name.

OK LET ME STOP RAMBLING, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!