Chapter 7 – Monday Morning in Seattle

Dean's bladder woke him early. He wondered what time it was. The room was still dark; only the haziest light was suggested behind the closed vertical blinds. He was being spooned by Roman, and was reluctant to get up out of the warmth of the warm, cozy bed. Maybe he could delay, and go back to sleep for at least a couple more hours; he didn't need to pee too badly. He shifted about into a more comfortable position, and dozed back off.

When he awoke again, the need was more urgent; he was about to wet the bed. Roman was still spooning him, and had also thrown one of his legs over both of Dean's. Roman was still very deeply asleep, his breathing slow and even, and Dean didn't want to wake him. His hands automatically went down to hold his cock, and he realized he was still wearing the Goodnites. He could let it go, and the bed would remain dry, that was the point, wasn't it?
Dean began peeing in the pull up, and felt it growing in size as it absorbed the hot pee and kept it close to his body. Before he was done, he noticed, in horror, that the pull up was saturated. His pee was running right out, wetting the bed and Roman's pjs. Dean managed to stop peeing, even though it really hurt, but the puddle in the bed kept growing deeper and wider. Roman, still fast asleep and holding Dean tight, was wetting the bed, hardcore. There appeared to be a mattress cover on, since the pee wasn't going anywhere, so Dean let go of the rest.

Now he was hard. He waited in the puddle for a little while for Roman to wake up. When he didn't right away, Dean tried squirming out of the diaper, and Roman awoke with a start. He immediately noticed what he'd done, and blushed, at a loss for words.

Finally: "I was having one of those piss dreams. I was at a big family party at my uncle's place, and I really needed to piss, but every restroom I found had a line. I tried finding a place outside to go, but there were people everywhere. I saw some kids leave the hot tub, so I took off everything but my drawers, jumped in, and pissed. Guess I actually did."

"Mhmm, you must have really had to go bad." Dean rolled over to face Roman, and touch his wet pj bottoms. "You peed a lot."

Roman nodded. He was feeling embarrassed about having an accident. That kind of stuff didn't happen to him, aside from one time in college, he'd never wet his bed, not even as a kid. "I can't believe I did that; I never wet my bed before, not on accident, anyway. I can only remember having one accident as a kid."

"Care to share?" Dean asked.

Roman looked down at what he'd done. "Why not... I was at a big family party at a hall we'd rented, I think I was nine or ten. I held it too long because I was playing Mortal Kombat. Then, I forgot where the restroom was, and knew I didn't have time to look around for it. Feeling like a total ass, I begged my bro to help me find the restroom, and he took me out in the hallway and pointed out the men's room, all the way down at the end. I actually started crying and told my bro I wasn't going to make it. He was all like 'What do you want me to do about?' I ran for the restroom, and I made it there. But, I'd tied the drawstring on my basketball shorts too tight; they were a hand-me-down from my bro, and I couldn't pull them down or undo the knot before I pissed myself right in front of the row of urinals. I was alone, and I started cleaning up the puddle with handfuls of paper towel. I didn't want anyone to find out."

"And then?" Dean encouraged.

"I got caught. Jimmy and Jey's dad, came in, but he didn't yell at me or laugh or anything. He helped me. He told me to throw my underwear in the garbage, rinsed my shorts, and dried them under the hand dryer while I waited in a stall. He didn't tell my parents, or anyone else, but I still felt a little...uneasy for the rest of the night." Roman finished, feeling the same way now, because he'd wet the bed. "I'd be the biggest hypocrite in the world if I punished you for wetting the bed."

Dean knew Roman was feeling a little ashamed about having wet the bed. "I won't think you're a hypocrite if you punish me. I wasn't even asleep when I did it," he admitted. "I was just being lazy, and I wanted to try peeing in the diaper, since everyone seems to think I need one. Well, everyone except Seth, who just wants me to pee my pants, or on him. Speaking of, I should call him."

"In a little while," Roman told him. "Let's enjoy this mess we've made." The shame had faded. Even though what he'd done was completely unplanned, it was very hot all the same. End result, a sexy puddle in the bed. Why not enjoy it? He slid his wet lounge pants off, and ripped the pull up off Dean.

Dean turned into Roman's strong, warm, slippery-wet embrace. They kissed and humped in the puddle, skin soft-slick from the piss. Even in the non-privacy of the hotel room, Roman got very loud as the pleasure built.

"And you say I don't know how to be quiet," Dean teased, as he stroked Roman's perfect cock.

"Don't...be...a brat...Dean," Roman panted. Dean's handling of his cock had certainly improved from last night; he'd clearly been paying attention when Seth had taken over. He did so well handling the scepter of the Roman Empire that before long, Dean was drinking Roman's cum.

Roman held him tight in his afterglow. Dean was still hard as a rock, and wanted to cum, too, but he was content to enjoy the closeness with Roman, and his affection. Distantly, Dean heard the three of them doing the Shield intro, and realized he'd left his phone on the bathroom sink the night before. He'd only assigned that ringtone to two people, his Shield brothers, and since he was with Roman, he knew it was Seth, probably calling to say good morning. He would call him back. He snuggled closer to Roman, and pressed his hard on against Roman's hip.

Roman smiled at him, but then his phone, on the night table, rang, too. He looked over at it. "It's Seth." He slid his finger across the screen. "Hey, bro, how's it going over there?"

"Roman," Seth began, and cleared his throat. "Do you-" Seth's voice cracked, and Roman realized he was crying. "-know where Dean is?"

"Yes, he's right here, we're just waking up. What's wrong?" Roman sat up, and so did Dean, alarmed.

"I want Dean," Seth managed to gasp, before helplessly sobbing.

Dean had heard that, even though the phone wasn't on speaker, and nearly tore it from Roman's hand. "Honey, I'm here, I left my phone in the bathroom last night and I didn't hear it... They WHAT?"

Dean jumped out of bed, picked up last night's towel, and dried off with it. He was so angry about whatever had upset Seth so much that he was shaking. He yanked on briefs, jeans, and a t-shirt. "I'm coming home..." he told Seth. "Yes I can... Fuck the show... Fuck this job!..." Now he was crying, too.

It was killing Roman not to know what was going on. It had to be big; Dean really was preparing to leave with tears rolling down his handsome face. To his frustration, Roman couldn't infer anything from Dean's end of the conversation. After a few more endless minutes, Dean said "I love you," to Seth, and handed Roman his phone back.

"What the hell is going on?" Roman asked. "You can't just go home."

Dean shook his head furiously. "The hell I can't. Seth needs me."

"Dean, please tell me what happened," Roman asked, gently.

"The Authority sent Seth a present. Not flowers, not candy, but a houseboy! And guess who it is...oh, you'll never guess, but go ahead, guess!"

Roman was still getting over the shock that his employers would send a person as a present, but maybe Seth and Dean had the gesture wrong; maybe they sent the guy to give Seth a hand around the house when Dean wasn't there. "Hey," he said, gently, "it could be a good thing; Seth could probably use a hand around the house while you're on the road."

"That's what I thought at first." Dean marched into the bathroom and grabbed his phone. It was nearly dead. "Fuck!" He unzipped his carry on, dumped it out on the bed, and fished out his charger. He jammed it into a socket. "Can I use your phone or laptop? I need to find plane tickets."

Roman got out of bed, and dried himself off with the same towel Dean had used and thrown on the floor. He pulled on yesterday's sweats and went to his bags. But, instead of pulling out his laptop, he pulled out toothpaste and a toothbrush, and went into the bathroom. Dean realized he hadn't brushed his own teeth, nasty. He hadn't had coffee, either, and if he didn't soon, he would get a splitting headache. He decided he'd better go down to the convenience store.

When Roman emerged from the bathroom, teeth brushed and 'fro tamed, he saw Dean had gone, but had left everything behind. Coffee run, Roman thought. He wondered if he ought to call Seth. Seth was so submissive Roman had a feeling he had no idea how to handle his houseboy, whomever it was. Roman was quite curious about that, as well. Dean had invited him to guess, but had forgotten to tell him. So, he thought. He knew the inner workings of the company very well, and he had heard whispered rumors among the elite during Seth's title reign. If they were to be believed, Seth was a very important person to both Stephanie and Hunter, and not just in the ring. They would totally send a guy who wanted a push to go be Seth's houseboy, particularly if they didn't like him. A lot of names popped into Roman's head; who didn't want a push? Maybe someone from NXT who wanted to move up, or even a guy who'd been around awhile, but didn't get TV time; it could be anyone.

Dean came in with two cups of coffee, and joined Roman at the table. "I didn't put half and half in yours this time," he handed Roman a big foam cup. "I remembered."

"Thank you." Roman took a sip. Nice and strong. He wanted very badly to ask Dean who the houseboy was, but couldn't. He didn't want to upset Dean any more than he already was.

They sipped their coffees, not looking at each other. Finally, as if Dean could read Roman's thoughts, he sighed. "The Miz," he said, bitterly. "The motherfucking Miz."

Roman imagined he must look like someone had just told him that scientists had discovered that the moon was indeed made of cheese, but he was frozen in shock. No wonder why Dean was so upset. His lover was in the so-called care of the most hated man in wrestling entertainment. "Oh, man, bro..." was all he could say.

"Now you know why I have to go. Can I please use your laptop?" Dean asked again.

"Dean, you can't just leave. You'll get canned, and possibly sued for failing to fulfill your contract." Roman said gently, and got up to put his hands on Dean's shoulders. "Seth can handle Miz," he added, though he wasn't sure that was true. In a match or a fight, sure, but in this weird setting, sub Seth might be at a disadvantage.

Dean turned into Roman's embrace.