A flower print tights wearing blur leaped like a big cat into the pile of unwashed laundry on the floor in the living room area of the tour bus and this caused Roman to briefly glance away from his tablet.

Only Roos' face was hidden under a few balled up tees, the rest of his long body easy to see.

' Nice legs, Roos.' Roman went back to reading the latest online sports scores. ' Makes Keibler's seem short and stumpy.'

' The cookie elves? ' Huge clear eyes blinked curious beneath leftover gym tank tops and Three Joe considerately flew a sock over to place it on Rose's back.

' Not quite. ' Roman abandoned his Wi-Fi for attraction. ' Who's bugging you?'

' Not a bee , an ach- chuh.' Rose corrected, yelped, burrowed into the sweaty clothing.

Roman used the long as a fashion show runway back to sprawl out on, his miles of hair connected with his lover's twin tresses and sighed happily.

' Hugging, hmmm?'

Roos nodded, a sock on his head for a diy hat, Three Joe's clever contribution.

' Who knows, maybe Bayley's your long lost sister?"

Another accented yelp and a fierce dive into the pile, ninety percent of the body showing.

Roman re- deposited his form over Rose's after the tumble onto the rug, smiled and began comforting mode.

' You really don't like women, do you?'

' I don't HATE them, but- ' The sock drifted to the floor.

' Touchy feely bothers you. Hey , no problem, I understand why you'd want privacy and your own personal space. Now if you'd quit wearing ice cream sundae scent cologne , that may help keep the ladies off you . '

Roman shifted, relocated, buried himself in the mountain of damp smelly laundry, which was Heaven dropped down to earth when Roos smiled at him, Hell's sinful seductive delights when Roos kissed him.

' My Skull Face.'

' Yours, yes. Every day, all the time. Never ending.'

' I found something ! ' Rose stated excitedly, tugged his boyfriend from the hill of clothes, yanked him laughing out of the bus and led them almost running back into the arena, grinning and joking.

' That's great for you , champ. Birthday wishes, huh ? How about a ring , I' d get you a nice large one. '

' With colorful ropes and turnbuckles. ' Roos said , going for his second sucker of the hour.

' Not that type of ring . ' Roman stammered , pink on the tops of his ears.

' Look ! Look there! It's wonderful ! ' Roos bounced , managing expertly to talk around a lump of candy.

' Your b- day suit ? ' Roman teasingly queried , hopeful and smitten, eyes lit up , comfortable smile widened.

' Those. That one.' Rose pointed out Bayley's gang of still inflated waving balloon men. ' They look like you.'

Romes grimaced and squinted. ' I'm not as tall, champ. '

' Not the Skull Face height !' Rose explained before reaching to pat - squeeze his beloved's crotch , giving Romes great reason to be the man now yelping. ' This part , my big friend . '

Roman appreciated being called big even though his pink eared embarrassment was obvious under his hair.

' You mean ... I'm floppy ?! ' he asked Roos , his skin aflame.

' When I hold with only one hand , yes. ' Roos said truthfully. ' Both hands , just wet. A water gun , shoots straight up , splat ! Hits the ceiling , so fun ! '

Romes wished to dissolve into the floor. The possibility any female might have heard the conversation mortified him.

The snickering from beneath the entrance ramp intensified his strong burn.

Dean snorted , grinned and guffawed . Roman could've melted an iceberg with his scalding blush.

' Been under there awhile ? '

' Took a nice nap , yep . '

' How much do you charge today to pretend that you didn't hear ?'

' For a attempted marriage proposal AND goofy talk about your wobbly wiener ? A case and the latest copy of Skanks Across The World . '

Roman glanced around , kept whispering . ' You have a subscription . '

' The extra fold out poster is only in news stand copies . ' Dean faked a whimper. ' Pleeeeease , Mister Floppy Dick ? I 'll wuv you forever . '

' Beer and scuzzy reading material it is then. ' Roman sighed . ' Once again , you've defeated me. '

' I like dealing with you . ' Dean grinned and flung his body into a joyful playful kiss , biting Romes ' nose at the finish . ' Your crazy boyfriend is correct , you're fun . '

' You smell of pork rinds , box wine and elbow scabs . '

' Busy day .' Dean answered , smiling wickedly. ' Right ? '

' It's YOU so that makes actual sense.'

' I'll smell worse tomorrow after I get home.'

' Open windows ?'

' Broken ones.' Dean shrugged.

' Another good reason I don't have you stay at my house for man cave sleep overs.'

' Oh you HAVE me, whenever you damn well crave. I'm as much yours as your wild man , equal opportunity sporadic dancing . It's if you can survive my love without a scar after , not a bruise or broken bone, that's the unanswered question.'

' We have each other. ' Romes corrected, tousling his odd friend 's hair that gone without shampooing was nearly as dirty as his twisted strange mind and both men looked to the empty space , the space where Seth used to be , should've been.

' Yeah we do.'

Rose stared fascinated at the duo , sucker melting away strawberry liquid sweetness next to his teeth , smiling gently.

His Skull Face and the usually dancing as often as he gushed blood Skull Face were going home, the place of oranges for his man , the filthy sin place for the other , very fitting.

And Roos was not going back to his nice and clean near the beach house tomorrow.

The big Blue Man had invited him to spend the day close to another warm place with a beach and he'd agreed .

Three Joe snored , the chirp of a canary , not very ladylike while the tablet screen switched from sports to emails.

Roman grimaced , moved all the stalker fan mail into the trash , barely moved when the bus entrance door was kicked open.

' Give me my shit back ! ' Seth fumed.

' Did you check the toilet ? ' Roman asked , feeling lazy enough to be sarcastic.

' I want my - '

' The shirts you left behind and your music , other junk of yours , it's all packed away. I folded , Dean ironed .'

Seth faltered , feeling suddenly tender hearted . ' My stuff wasn't tossed in the garbage ?'

' Hey , we're pissed at you but we don't HATE you.'

' He actually ironed. ' Seth sat in the closest chair, actually fell into it from disbelief and humor , beginning to guffaw from shock.

' Excuse to press it against his skin to burn himself , yeah but he also cares . He LOVES you , hell , we both do . You could come back , we wouldn't object .'

' I'm not dealing with the shit again , Romes . ' Seth bared his teeth . ' You , I swear , must sample what you used to sell because you NEVER express any emotion and it gets on my nerves ! You always look bored or tired or really calm. I want to see you angry , raging , upset... something besides that fucking CALM FACE !'

' You left because I don't go crazy everytime something shitty happens in my life ? That's fucking immature .'

' What you think isn't important. ' Seth snarled . ' I'm happier now . Randy gives me what neither of you did.'

' Yeah , he leaves you alone to go bang Jericho . '

' That's not - '

' So you have more money , sleep in a suite that could hold half the male roster here and a few of the ring crew , who cares ? Not worth anything to be alone .'

' I can get Randy for myself . '

' Until you wake up , yeah. Or have a genie grant your wishes . '

Oh shut up. ' Seth grumbled . ' Where's my stuff ? '

' Back in the hallway . Top and back of the closet .'

Seth griped and grumbled. They'd put his things in the storage closet ! Insulting and infuriating .

His tees WERE clean , smelled great , neatly ironed and folded . His heart trembled just a bit.

' Where's your freak ? ' Seth glared , angry at being angry , teenage emotions in an adult body.

' With yours , out dumpster diving . '

' Dean isn't MINE. ' Seth grunted. He thought about slamming Romes face into a concrete pathway , hurting him , getting some reaction besides that damn relaxed demeanor.

He missed four arms cradling him , two bodies being his spoons , short hair and astoundingly long hair his pillows and blanket.

He missed THEM , laughing , goofing around , after hours infomercial watching and take out food scarfing before they usually wound up in a clinging pile , his dick plowing Dean 's ass , Romes dick down his throat , his own two toned hair stuck to the base , blending with Romes soft patch of pubes.

Seth felt ashamed , furiously frustrated , miserable from loneliness , stupid from wanting them back , heart beat , breathing and genitals all reacting from the blast of mixed emotions.

' I... I won't return. Not to put up with how he acts. '

' S took your place. He didn't wait , he was happy to see you out of the picture.'

' I don't care about Solomon . He can walk around with a computer screen in his ass , means nothing to me.'

' He stole your boyfriend. '

' They can have each other ! ' Seth kicked out one talented ninja leg , putting a small dent into the sofa cushion , not about to hit a solid surface and sit at home with a busted foot. ' He's threatened me.'

Solomon did ? '

No, Dean did. That ass hole . '

' To kill you ?! ' Roman frowned , startled . ' You should have said - '

' Not me , no. He found out... he said he won't let anyone have me. He'd slit their throat .'

' So who is ? ...'

' I met a girl. Last year , early . '

' She colors your hair . ' Roman said , placed the non inked arm across Seth's back.

' How did you know ? ! '

' Backstage , the guys talk worse than the divas. You know about that .' Roman leaned against Seth , chin in his hair. ' He really shouldn't make threats or try to run your life. '

' You're not pissed ?'

' Hey we all have to get a woman one day . I mean I've been looking , planning for the future . There's more than the right now , there's being husbands and fathers as well.'

' I'm NOT breaking it off , I like her enough. Dean can bitch and complain , that won't change me.'

' Ignore him. remind him about all the girls he's went through and laugh when he fusses. It's okay , I'll stand along with you and so will he.'

' But - '

' Because we love you.'

' HE doesn't !'

'He does , that's the thing . You two are that much alike , you terrify each other , both scared of love since you went most of your lives with none.'

' You're quite a scorching hot , beautiful giver of advice , Romes.'

' And a teapot. '

' A teapot ? '

' Yeah...yes. ' Roman replied , heavy blush returning. ' Roos calls me that now that Dean has convinced him my nostrils whistle when I'm asleep.'

' Hmm , well you never snored but when you have a loose nose hair , you do kind of whistle.'

' Well then , I'm a teapot . ' Roman said , relieved to feel Seth relax with him. ' Simple Halloween costume.'

' You're a wonderful guy, even better.' Seth forced his body from his former partner's , grunted a terrible sigh. ' I'll scoot from your sight.'

' You're more wanted here than with Hunter or any of his pals. '

' I need to go...' Seth choked on the hesitation in his voice , it made him mad that he gave a damn.

' Hey. ' Roman held him , chin up on a large palm, eyes joined in a nervous loving stare-down. ' You're welcome here with us , wanted more by us than ANYONE ELSE , okay?!'

' I believe what you say. ' Seth answered , warm on the outside , body freezing on the inside , that explained his trembling. ' And that's another fear of mine . '

The stroll across the movie lot was a walk into an eye candy shoppe , beautiful enticing cantaloupe rump bouncing along , hair spilling nearly to the ground , whole body smelled like fruit punch.

Batista was almost drooling , angrily envious. THIS was who Roman was getting to wrestle with in the sack , this magnificent silly adorably handsome freak?

Dave half smiled. Another man's dancing prize , soon to be his instead.

He didn't care about whatever multiple personality the guy thought he was now. He could be Santa one day or a giant frog as long as those clothes were torn off and the REAL partying started.

First , simple seduction for a crafty yet childish mind.

Batista had his plan going well , absolute privacy , stretch parked away from nosy stares, dark tinted windows to hide secretive actions.

He politely opened the back door and Rose amused him by hopping inside , real hopping like a rabbit.

Champagne? Not yet, he considered. Sober sex was best, no puking , panic and passing out.

He wet his lips at the thoughts, ready to suffer a scratched back from this lovely wild creature.

Arm up and around Rose's torso , formal shirt and suit against a Performance Center tee and gym shorts.

His mouth closer...

Adam popped away from Dave , a bewildering bit of corn , sweet and soft marshmallow , climbing an escape through the moon roof.

Batista frowned , still freshly confused . The one that got away , indeed , with a huge lollipop no less.

He exited the limo , crotch swollen and anticipating , sore and willing.

Watched Rose ' Wheeeeeee! ' slide his way down the hood of the limo.

He'd be patient , for now.

impatient and violent , take whatever he wanted , anybody he wanted , even another guy 's man , soon enough.