Roman and Finn stopped after the third time having sex. It was late in the night. Finn was sure he couldn't move. If he had tried to walk he would collapse on wobbly legs.
Roman stood, stretching his sore muscles. He let out a barely audible sigh when his back cracked. He walked to the bathroom and a grabbed towel and wet in under the tap. He came back out and sat on the edge of the bed beside Finn's exhausted body.
Slowly, paying attention to detail, Roman wiped the dried cum from Finn's torso. He moved the towel down to Finn's flaccid cock. Then finished up with cleaning off the residual lube from Finn's ass.
A satisfied sigh escaped Finn's lips at the feeling. Roman was taking such good care of him even though Finn was sure Roman was as spent as he felt.
Roman dropped the towel to the floor beside the bed and scooched Finn over mumbling something about that being his side.
Finn chuckled as he got comfortable on the other side next to Roman, pulling the covers over him. He was happy Roman didn't want to sleep in the other bed. It was comforting.
Two strong arms circled around Finn's body, pulling him flush against Roman's chest. Soft kisses were pressed to his sweaty hair. Finn allowed himself a moment of weakness and pulled one of Roman's hands up to his lips and kissed it tenderly. It was an intimate action usually only shared between lovers, not fuck buddies. But Finn couldn't help wanting to show Roman his love.
He wanted to say. He wanted to tell Roman how much he loved him. He wanted Roman to forget John and find love in his open arms.
But he won't do that.
He won't open himself up for heartbreak when it was so obvious that Roman loved John. It was almost a given that Roman would never want Finn in any way past sexual.
"You gave me a workout, baby boy," Roman muttered into Finn's hair.
Finn smiled. It would look like a normal smile to everyone who saw it. But Finn knew it was sad. Because his heart was aching.
The man he loved had his arms wrapped up around him, laying together after a night of passion. But it still wasn't all Finn wanted.
Roman kissed Finn's head again.
Ocean blue eyes lulled shut at the feeling of those nuzzled kisses. His breathing eventually evened out and he softly snored.
Roman stayed awake for a little while longer thinking over the night.
That had been the best sex he had ever had. And he had slept with a decent amount of people in his life, both men and women. But Finn was something else. It didn't lack even when they were lazily rutting hips against eachother towards the end, bodies sensitive from the previous orgasms.
Finn fit him so well. He was able to keep up with his appetite so well. And the way Finn moaned. It was like Finn had never felt so good in his life. Like Roman was gifting him something from the gods. It was low and deep.
Their time together that night and even their first night messing around had been all good spirits. It wasn't heavy. Both men were able to laugh and joke around. It made Roman so relaxed.
And it had definitely taken Roman's mind away from John Cena.
If Finn Balor could blank his mind like this every time they were together, Roman would never want to let go.
He placed another kiss on Finn's hair before he fell asleep, feeling satisfied.
Roman had the same match in Allentown as he had had in the rest of that weekend. Teaming up with Dean. And like Syracuse, they won the match. Then shared a fist bump backstage, but no words.
And like Friday night, Roman would share a room with Finn.
Sunday night, Roman and Finn collapsed to the bed after Roman had Finn bent over the side. They were panting and sweating.
Finn started laughing.
Roman looked at him with questioning eyes.
"I hope it's not someone we know next door, because I am very sure we were really fucking loud tonight," Finn said, turning his head against the bed spread and looking at Roman with those ocean eyes.
Roman smirked. "Yeah. And at some point you did scream my name."
"Did I?" Finn asked. "Well, I hope they enjoyed the show."
Roman laughed now. "Is that the VIP package they offer at house shows now?"
Finn's body shook as he bellowed. "If so, I'll have to talk to Carrano about not getting my cut of the VIP profits."
Roman sat up, combing his hair out of his face. "Let's go shower, baby boy. I am not going to bed like that again."
Finn gave him a look. "Oh no. You think I can move? I am unable to move," he joked. "Plus if I've learned anything in my life is that showering together will always end up in sex."
Roman raised an eyebrow. "You don't want another round?"
"I never said that," Finn grinned. "But I'm so tired. I have nothing else in me. I came so much this weekend that I'll need a day to recover."
Roman smirked. He leaned down and grabbed Finn in his arms and put him over his shoulder, relishing in the yelp Finn gave. "No sex. I promise. But we need to shower, we stink."
Finn scoffed. "Thanks alot."
Roman laughed as he carried Finn into the bathroom and sat him on the toilet. He turned the shower on, getting the temperature hot, but not scalding. Then he lifted Finn up by the arm.
Finn's legs gave out on him and Roman caught him, holding him close so the Irishman wouldn't fall. "I guess you can't help falling for me."
"Not at all," Finn said, not quite sarcasm.
They showered together, Finn regaining some strength in his legs to hold himself up. Despite being a decent size shower, having two muscular men in it made it seem tiny. Roman grabbed the shampoo and conditioner from his bag on the sink getting to work on his mop of hair.
"Let me help," Finn muttered when he saw Roman was having trouble moving without bumping into the wall or Finn.
Roman rinsed the shampoo and handed him the conditioner. Finn squeezed a handful of the creamy substance in his hand and spread it through Roman's dark hair. He combed his fingers through from scalp to tips.
Roman sighed at the pleasant feeling. "If wrestling doesn't pan out, you could make some serious cash washing hair."
Finn tugged the hair in his hands, pulling Roman's head back a little, snickering at Roman's gasp. "I'll only accept you as a customer."
"Is the hair pulling extra?"
"Yes."
Finn let go of Roman's hair so he could rinse, but instead Roman turned around and kissed Finn. Then he rinsed his hair and shut the shower off.
They toweled themselves off in comfortable silence.
Roman walked out of the bathroom first, going straight for the clean bed and laying down.
Finn looked and wondered if he should follow him or go to bed they had fucked on earlier.
"Come on," Roman waved him over, eyes sleepy. "That one is all messed up."
Finn climbed in beside Roman and was immediately pulled in to the big body.
Roman sighed. "Tomorrow I'll be rooming with Seth so we won't be able to do this."
Finn hummed but said nothing.
"I might have gotten used to this already," Roman admitted.
He refused to answer. He had to remind himself that this was just casual. They had both come to that agreement. No emotions. No strings attached.
But to Finn there was a string.
One red, tied to his little finger. It wound and tangled and stretched. It wouldn't break.
But Finn knew this red string of Fate must be for a different life, a different timeline. Because his love was unrequited.
Roman was soon asleep, snoring. Finn's blue eyes watched him, head laying on the sculpted chest, rising and falling with each breath.
And then Finn pulled away, turned over, and laid at the edge of his side of the bed, unable to handle Roman's touch. It was torture. To feel the thing you could not fully hold.
It had only been a few days, but Finn wasn't sure he could handle being with Roman and not telling him the truth about his feelings.
Hold off for a little while longer, Finn thought to himself as his eyes closed to sleep.
Monday October 15, 2018
It was almost time for the show and Seth and Roman couldn't find Dean. Renee couldn't find Dean. He wouldn't answer any texts. To be honest, Roman and Seth were sure he had been arrested at some point between.
Seth and Dean both had matches tonight, but not Roman. But he was sure he'll find something. That's why there standing in the main monitor area, ready to go out if need be.
Seth's face grinned at his phone and he laughed. "Here we go again."
Roman looked at him, eyebrow arched, gripping the title around his shoulder. "What? Anything from Dean?"
"Nope," Seth said, lips twitching down just a bit. "Finn put up something this afternoon. Did you see it?"
That afternoon? Well he saw Finn that morning when he woke up and Finn was already getting dressed. They had shared a short peck on the lips before Finn told him he had to catch up with his ride to Raw. They hadn't talked much. Mornings were always busy anyway.
And Roman had gone to Philly with Titus and Apollo, met with his assistant and got some media done. Then he got to the arena, stretched out, met up with Seth. But he hadn't run into Finn since then.
Roman looked over Seth's shoulder at the phone and a slow smirk tugged at his pouty lips.
It said "Dinner Time" and the picture was of Finn during his ring entrance, the curve of his dick showing through those small black trunks.
Roman licked his lips. His eyes flicked up, looking around for the person he had spent all weekend sleeping with. He spotted him in the front row of seats, beside some others, laughing at something someone said.
Roman took his phone out and texted Finn. Dinner time? Trying to get me hungry, baby boy? Roman looked back up and watched for Finn's reaction
Finn looked at his phone when it buzzed in his hand, grinning. He must have felt his eyes on him because he turned and looked Roman's way. They shared a knowing look and Finn winked.
He didn't realize it but Seth had watched the entire interaction, a face splitting cocky grin on his face. "What was that?"
Roman tried his best for innocent eyes, but he knew Seth wasn't buying it. Trying to think of a simple way to put this was hard. Roman was obviously going to have to be blunt about this.
"So, I forgot to tell you this earlier," Roman started, whispering so no one else could hear him but Seth. "Me and Finn decided to be fuck buddies."
Seth's eyes went wide. Then he barked his cocky chuckle. "Yes! I knew you'd end up together!"
Roman rolled his eyes. "We're just fucking. No strings, Rollins."
"Sure," Seth said, crossing his arms over his shoulders. "Too bad, no strings never works."
Roman made an indecisive face and shrugged. "Working so far."
A deep sigh left Seth as he looked Roman square in the eyes. "Ro, I might be wrong here, really. But I am really sure Finn likes you. Like I can feel it. This no strings thing isn't going to work out in the end if one of you has feelings and the other doesn't."
"He told me he likes someone," Roman responded, honestly not believing Seth had any proof. "It's not me, I guarantee."
"But can you, man?" Seth asked.
He couldn't. Roman couldn't say for sure Finn liked someone else. He only knew what Finn told him. But he wasn't going to press this matter. Both he and Finn agreed to just being friends with benefits to help Roman (and possibly Finn) get away from their unrequited love.
Roman left the conversation at that, leaving Seth's question in the air.
The show started with Braun and his dogs coming out to the ring. They talked their shit about how they beat the Shield. Like the Shield hadn't been beat before. Visible eye roll from Roman as he watch the monitor. Big deal. So they Shield had a bad night. It fucking happens
But then Roman bristled when Dolph showed the clip of Dean losing last week and walking out on him and Seth. And then the interviews, who's words had stopped Roman from sleeping almost all week.
Well until the weekend. Tiring himself out with Finn made him fall asleep so much easier. And having someone to cuddle into during the night really felt good. Been a while.
Roman shook the thoughts from his head.
Drew said that the Shield had a selfish agenda. That Seth and Roman only thought about themselves. That they had no need or use for Dean.
Anger boiled in Roman. He hated these bastards for lighting a fire under Dean that hadn't needed to be lit. They kept fucking talking about things they didn't understand. They were brothers. They were family. Fuck Braun and his little bitches.
"Finally, Dean Ambrose's eyes have been opened and finally the Shield has been shattered."
Seth looked at Roman and nodded his head toward Gorilla. Roman held his hand out to wait. He wanted to hear a bit more. See where this was going.
Braun talked about how without the Shield by his side, Roman was going to get his hands and that Braun would win the Universal Championship.
Roman's jaw ticked.
He pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on and started walking to the Gorilla, Seth following. He didn't care to hear the rest.
Their music was cued the second they got near the tech and they walked out, just Seth and Roman. No Dean.
And everyone but Roman and Seth knew that wasn't good.
They didn't want to believe the problems were there no matter how many hours of sleep they lost from the idea.
Seth spoke first. "We're not shattered," he said. "We're not broken. We are alive and well."
Dolph wouldn't let it go though. "Ladies and gentlemen, 2/3 of the Shield. Where's your brother?"
Jaw ticking, Roman listened as Dolph kept going. He insinuated that Seth and Roman didn't care about Dean. Didn't care about where he was. Which was a blatant lie. His constant unreplied texts proved that.
"Shut up," Seth sneered. He told whoever cared to listen that they knew Dean well and that Dean was going to show up on his own time. Ambrose time, Seth told them. It was a thing. "Bottom line, Ambrose always shows up."
Roman put the mic to his lips and the crowd booed. He held back the annoyance from his face. Always the boos. Some days it hurt. Some days it pissed him off. Other days he didn't care. He was paid regardless. He told Braun that after Crown Jewel, Braun would be going to the back of the line.
Seth then looked at Drew and grinned. He wanted to start his match now. And by the look of it, Drew wanted the same.
Roman, Seth, and Dean walked down the hallway after Seth's win. Dean had showed up at just the right moment. He had shown up to help his brother Seth. And it put Roman at ease.
Seth was laughing. He was relaxed and happy that Dean was standing beside them after last week's actions.
Roman zoned out just a little, enjoying the simple energy of this moment. It had been weeks since he felt this vibe with his brothers, calm and proud. But then, like it was in slow motion, Roman saw Dean's face fall from his smile to angry and hard. Roman's brow furrowed. What the hell just happened?
"That's all I am to you guys right?" Dean rumbled in his hoarse voice. "I'm good for a few laughs, right? Until I gotta bail you out."
Woah. What the fuck?
Seth's eyes went wide with confusion, like a deer caught in headlights. "I didn't mean it like that."
Dean's jaw clenched. "Don't worry. I got my own match to worry about."
Roman tried to calm the situation by telling Dean to chill out. But in hindsight, that probably didn't help.
Seth opened his mouth an apology tumbling out, but he was still confused and it was written all over his bearded face.
The two champions watched as Dean huffed, walking away from them. Jesus Christ. One second they were fine the next they were trying to figure out what was going on with Dean. It wasn't like Dean even talked to them about it. He left them wondering. He left them afraid to even talk to him. Because if they said the wrong thing, the short haired man would run off.
"What did you say?" Roman asked quietly.
"I said he was on lunatic time."
The cameras cut off and started to walk away. Roman sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, the championship strap hanging from his hand. "He's upset. Something's bothering him."
Seth bristled, his body tensing with held back anger. His big brown eyes narrowed and his lips formed a hard line. He huffed harshly from his nose, putting his hands on his hips. "So you don't think I'm upset?"
Shit, now Roman had another angry brother to babysit. He could feel Seth's anger rolling off his toned body and it was seeping through Roman's skin, making him upset too. He knew what Seth was feeling. It was what he had been feeling for weeks now.
"I've been trying to keep my cool, Ro," Seth fumed. "I have. But this is starting to get me fucking pissed off. Is he with us or against us? If he wants to leave, he should fucking leave instead of standing by our side like it's a fucking obligation."
Anxiety pressed at Roman's temples, forming a headache. Despite that, Roman nodded. Because he understood. Seth was right. Dean was acting like it was a requirement that he be there to save them every Monday for Raw, weekends for houseshows, and Sundays for PPVs. But it wasn't and if Dean wanted to go, he should go. It was exactly what Roman told Dean weeks ago. But Dean hadn't made a choice on whether or not he was leaving the Shield. Or at least if he did, the tawny haired man hadn't told them.
Seth looked away from Roman now. Those big brown eyes focused on his boots like they were the most interesting thing at the moment. "I feel like it's 2014 all over again."
Roman gave Seth a wary look, like he was expecting the thinner man to backstab him again.
"These are the same things I was feeling when you and him kept fighting. Remember?"
Roman remembered. For months, Roman and Dean had many differences. They bickered and argued. It was Seth who would have to act like the big brother and stop them from walking away. In fact, Roman and Dean weren't even close until Seth took a chair to his back that day in June 2014. Roman guessed, that was the silver lining.
Seth continued, voice straining with emotion. "I remember. I remember both of you almost leaving the Shield because you kept fighting. I had to leave before I got left. I couldn't stand the idea of being left in the dirt. And now look. Here we are again."
Roman stared at Seth, his face revealing his worry.
Seth looked back up at the big dog, his frown deep. "He wants to be lone wolf this time, that's fine, because I am not leaving again. I apologized already. I paid my dues."
Ah.
This was deeper then the sadness Roman felt. Because Roman didn't feel any valid guilt. Roman had never actually betrayed Dean's trust.
But Seth had 4 years ago.
And Seth was right he had apologized. Several times. On and off camera. But Roman can see it on Seth's pretty boy face that the architect of the Shield was feeling like Dean's attitude problem lately was his fault.
Seth was blaming himself.
Roman uncrossed his arms, his shoulders sagged and he gave Seth a serious but gentle look. "His bullshit lately isn't my fault. It isn't your fault. It's not Renee's fault. It's not the fans fault. It's all on him. He's the one feeling whatever the fuck he is feeling.
"Look, I'll talk to him," Roman continued, sighing. "Just try to behave. I know you're mad. I'm mad too. But we've known him long enough. We've known that something was wrong for a while. He came back angry and hungry. And instead of a title, he's out there saving out asses each night. How would you feel if you came back and stood at the bottom of the ladder?"
It was only as Roman said those words did he understand the whole thing himself. He had to say it out loud to truly comprehend Dean's anger.
Seth threw his hands up in the air and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Fine. Fuck! I'm going to watch the show. See you later."
Seth grumbled as he took his spot in the back of the main monitor area. He watched the show without actually watching it. Eyes losing focus to his thoughts.
When he heard a specific theme come on screen he refocused.
The beautiful Nikki Bella and he equally lovely -but not really Seth's cup of tea- twin sister walked on stage. They held matching mocking smirks.
The promo was cut between the twins and their very recent fake bff. Seth really didn't care about Ronda. She was around. She pulled in viewers. But Seth looked at her like he looked at all celebrities who stepped in the ring with the minimum ring experience. He looked at her with caution. Plus, Seth didn't like homophobes and he had heard that the the former UFC fighter had made some shitty remarks about a trans woman. And that colored Seth's opinion. He would play his part on camera and talk well of the blonde woman, but he was just doing his job.
He also didn't really care about her because he had a total crush on Nikki.
The enemy of the woman you like is your enemy.
That's obviously not how the saying goes, but either way.
A cringe tugged at Seth Rollin's handsome features when he heard the remark Ronda made against Nikki about sleeping her way to top then getting kicked out by John.
Poor Nikki. That must hurt. Seth felt his heart ache for her.
What a fucking low blow. And super sexist, Seth thought. Way to bring women down by upholding that stereotype that they needed to sleep with the brass in order to make it in wrestling. Fucking horrible. Nikki had been with John for what? Six years? And during some of that time, she wasn't even in the business. And the curvy Bella twin had worked extra hard to become better. She had come into the company during the dark times of WWE's diva's division, but never let that stop her.
Seth actually felt proud of Nikki for working hard to ignore the hatred some fans -and apparently coworkers- sent her way.
Seth could see Nikki's full red lips pout in the way he secretly loved. He wanted to kiss that pout, but instead watched as the former Diva's champion pulled back her emotions and continued her segment.
When they were off screen, Seth made a note to talk to Nikki later. See how she was doing. Make sure she was okay.
He couldn't stand to know that Nikki Bella would be hurting over John Cena again.
It made him want to hold her and never let go. Protect her from the big bad world. Not because he didn't think she could handle it herself, but because he wanted to stop her pain.
They had to be kidding Roman.
He had talked to Seth, told the man to behave. And had been. Seth had gone to help his brother in his match against Dolph.
Out of all people, that jerk.
But then everything went wrong. And Dean ended up losing. Not because Seth had helped, but because Dean hadn't trusted him enough to take care of Drew's interference alone.
Roman watched with panic in his naturally brown eyes when Dean had pushed Seth out of the way when Seth tried to help him up, only to enter the ring, get pinned and lose.
Seth entered the ring and looked at Dean, slowly walking towards him. Seth's hands were on his hips, face pensive and serious. They stood face to face.
"What's your problem with me?" Seth snapped.
Dean shoved his shoulder into Seth as he stormed by, ducking out of the ring.
Seth stood there for a few second, trying to hold in his frustration. Roman could see it in the way Seth was holding himself. Like an annoyed older sibling getting blamed for something he didn't do.
The second he saw Seth exit the ring and go after Dean, Roman ran. He ran to the Gorilla Position and pushed through the curtain, just in time to put himself between two seething men. He had caught them shoving at eachother, Seth screaming "What is your problem with me?"
Both men looked at Roman like he was a traitor. And they both asked him, voices dripping with displeasure "You're on his side?"
Roman growled, holding each man back. "I'm on both your sides!"
And then music played and Roman was sure this couldn't get any worse.
But whenever Baron Corbin was around, misfortune for Roman was bound to follow.
Lo and behold. Baron lived up to his reputation. He had set up a match with the Shield versus Braun Strowman and his lackies. Of course he did. Of course he decided to take these three men and test their allegiance to one another by making them team up, even though two out of three of those men had already competed. Asshole.
If looks could kill, Baron would be dust. He would be buried next to Katie Vick's body. Roman glared at him with so much intensity.
One day, Baron wouldn't be the substitute teacher version of a General Manager and Roman would wrap his hands around his neck.
Dean had walked off while Roman planned Baron Corbin's murder. He was going to have to find him and talk to him. He needed to make sure Dean wasn't going to punch Seth for no reason. He had too.
Roman was tired. He wished Dean would make up his mind.
Was he part of the Shield or not?
Dean wasn't obligated to give up his championship dreams just for his brothers. But Roman was sure Dean didn't understand that.
Roman sat backstage after the main event. He sported a tiny smile. He'd like to say that he and his brother's had planned every bit of Drew McIntyre's actions in the ring at the end of the show, but they were as surprised (and entertained) as the fans.
Of course, Roman had nearly lost his shit in the ring when he saw Dean and Seth start fighting again, this time over Seth being pushed into Dean. Dean had held up 6 fingers, reminding that Seth and Dean had known eachother for about 6 years before he took Seth and set him up in the Dirty Deeds.
But Ziggler had interupted, thank God.
They had eventually finished the match, with them triple powerbombing Dolph, and Dean covering him for the win.
And Roman thought fondly of how they had celebrated. Seth ran at Dean with a hug before Roman had pulled both men in and held them close. They had been sweaty and probably smelled, but that didn't make any difference to Roman.
Roman knew that the hug wasn't the end of this bullshit back and forth with Dean, but it was something to make Roman forget for a little while.
Before Roman could bask in the good feelings, he saw Dean grab his stuff and head for the door without Roman or Seth. Dean waved a hand over his shoulder. "See you at Friday's show," he mumbled.
Then he was gone.
Roman was tired.
He was tired of the bullshit. So tired that it filled him with anger.
Good news, at least he wasn't thinking about his feelings for John Cena.
Roman had an early flight the next morning so he was hoping for some sleep. Especially after the stress from that night. This was never ending. It felt like he was questioning Dean's loyalties every damn week. It was honestly becoming ridiculous now.
Renee had left for her drive to Smackdown after the show, so Roman knew Dean wasn't with her. He just assumed he got a solo room or he took a late night flight back home.
Anger boiled in his veins. He wanted to hit sometone. Particularly hard. Or something.
He just wanted to get all of this out.
He wondered if Finn was around.
Roman glanced over at Seth who was watching TV idly. Or really the TV was watching him since he wasn't really paying attention. Probably thinking about Dean, too. And maybe they should talk about this, but Roman wasn't in the mood for talking. And he was pretty sure, neither was Seth.
Roman lit up the phone in his hand and brought up Finn's name. "You around baby boy?" he texted quickly.
A minute passed where Roman waited, staring at his phone.
Already? And here I thought you'd at least hold out a week before the addiction kicked in =p
Roman scoffed a laugh. "Just hungry for Dinner ;p"
Emojis. Boy Roman felt like a teenager again.
Restaurant room 532. Reservation for 2. Bring appetite.
Roman rolled his eyes, but he was smirking either way.
He heard an exaggerated sigh from the bed next to his. He looked at Seth, who despite trying his best to look annoyed, was holding back a grin. "Could you not sext your boyfriend when you're rooming with me."
Roman winked at Seth, laughing. "Don't be jealous. Go get yourself some ass, too. Hell. I'll even give you the room for the night so you can bring any trick up that you want."
Seth pouted like a child. "Can it be two tricks?"
"It can be as many tricks as you want Rollins, just make sure to wrap it up and there are no hidden cameras around."
Seth barked a laugh. "Ditto, big dog. Don't get blackmailed, okay?"
Roman rumbled a duh before standing and grabbing his bags. He held the bags with one hand and extended the other hand to Seth as a fist. Seth bumped his fist with Roman's and watched the man leave the room.
"See you Friday," Roman called back over his shoulder.
Seth shook his head, waving his hand dismissively. He pulled the covers over him, turned out the light and let the TV sound lull his occupied mind to a restless sleep.
Roman took the elevator to the floor below him, careful not to be seen by anyone, coworker or not. He barely knocked on the door when it flew open and Finn pulled him in, slamming the door behind them.
Roman chuckled against Finn's hungry lips. "Hello to you too, baby boy."
Finn smiled at him, taking his shirt off.
"In a hurry?" Roman asked, amusement in his voice, watching Finn slip out of his sweat pants. No underwear again. He licked his lips.
Finn was hard, his cock standing straight out. A drop of pre-cum seeped out of the hole, reflecting the light.
Finn tilted his head to the side and grabbed at Roman's shirt hem. "Maybe I'm the one who's addicted?" Finn confessed, voice heavy with lust. "I've been thinking about you're big dick all day, if you couldn't tell."
He could only hum, eyes raking over Finn's delicious body.
Finn pulled Roman shirt over his head then shoved his hands down Roman's pajama bottoms, rubbing his hands over the Samoan's hips.
Roman put a finger under Finn's chin and tilted the head up for Roman to catch those lips with his. He sucked on the bottom lip softly, before slowly sliding his tongue in. He savored Finn's taste and enjoyed the way Finn's body relaxed against his as the Irishman moaned.
"Take it slow," Roman mumbled against Finn's lips when he pulled just a fraction of an inch away, looking into Finn's blue eyes. "I'm not going anywhere." Roman slid his hands down Finn's back, feeling the muscles under that smooth slightly tan skin.
Finn moaned and backed up. "You are very gentle," Finn said, smiling. "And I like that alot, believe me. But I know you're stressed and angry. I can see it in the way you hold yourself. How about tonight, you let your aggression out on me."
Roman smirked, kicking off his Addidas sandals. "Yeah? How?"
"Use me."
Roman looked at him, taking a step forward to the smaller man. He untied his hair, putting the black band around his wrist. It hid against the lines of his tattoo. Roman stopped right in front of Finn.
"What do you think I should do?" Roman asked, low and quiet like an animal growling at his prey.
Finn's cock twitched and he muttered a swear under his breath. More pre leaked out and it dribbled off the round head, stringing down towards the floor.
Roman grinned. It looked a little feral since his eyes were narrowed and looking down at Finn's exposed body. Roman was enjoying the need he saw in Finn. It turned him on to know that he was turned on by Roman.
Roman leaned down and kissed Finn, still gentle and slow.
Finn gasped for air as he pulled his face away. He looked at Roman's eyes and whispered his reply. "Fuck me like I'm nothing to you but a good cum."
Roman smirked, some playfulness to it. "So no difference then usual?"
Finn's mouth dropped. "Wowww. Okay." Finn started to walk away, obviously understanding Roman's joke. But it did sting him in his deepest emotions. He pushed those back. He reminded himself that this wasn't about him.
Roman grabbed Finn by the wrist and pulled him back against his body. He then took Finn's shoulders in a bruising grip and and slammed him against the wall roughly. The force rattled the small picture frame above their heads. Roman leaned down and took Finn's bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it towards him.
Finn's eyes were big. A flicker of something passed through them that Roman didn't recognize, but didn't really care. Finn wanted Roman to use him. So Roman would.
Roman grabbed Finn's hips, finger nails digging in slightly and practically tossed Finn on the bed. The bigger man pinned Finn to the bed with his bigger body. He reached over and grabbed a condom and lube from the nightstand next to the bed that Finn was nice enough to bring out before he showed up.
He tore his pants down his thighs, put the condom on, poured lube on and before Finn could even process how fast Roman was going, he was thrusting into Finn.
Finn yelped in surprised but it transformed from a high pitched shock to a low and long groan in pleasure. He felt full. It hurt a little, but nothing torn for sure.
Roman grunted and snarled. "Shit. Look at you taking all of me in one shot like that. Damn baby boy. What a hungry hole."
Finn covered his face with his hands trying to cover the heat coloring his cheeks. Roman's words did things to him.
This animalistic side of Roman did things to Finn. He loved gentle Roman so much. It was sexy and perfect. But he wouldn't mind hearing Roman's dirty mouth every so often either.
"Hold onto the headboard," Roman ordered.
Finn's hands flew over his head and gripped the dark wood, knuckles turning white. He couldn't have obeyed the order any faster.
Roman held himself up with one arm. With the other hand he grabbed hold of Finn's jaw tightly. The dark stiff hairs scruffed into his palm. He pulled Finn's face so that Finn was looking directly at his eyes. "If at any point this is too much you need to tell me."
Finn tried his best to nod but to no avail. "I will."
He expected Roman to let go of his face once he got his answer, but instead Roman held on tighter.
Roman crashed his lips into Finn's. Teeth and tongue knocked into eachother.
While they kissed Roman had pulled himself all the way out.
He let go of Finn's jaw. He straightened up, dripped some more lube on his covered cock before taking Finn's legs in his brusing grip. He pushed the legs back against Finn's body.
Then he slammed back in, to Finn's delight.
Roman pumped into Finn in a harsh speed. They were long and powerful thrusts. His hips smacked into Finn's ass. Finn's body jolted up with each time Roman's thick cock slammed into him.
It felt so good, Finn could only mutter the word fuck and yes.
Roman growled, voice thick and filled with lust. He pulled out of Finn again and ordered him on his knees.
Finn pried his fingers from the headboard and quickly turned over onto his knees. His head was pushed into the mattress making his back curve and his hips prop up higher.
Long fingers gripped Finn's hips again and he was filled with Roman's more.
Roman fucked Finn like a jack rabbit. The Samoan's hips were snapping into him. Roman shifted and reangled his thrusts.
Drool pooled and seeped into the blanket where Finn's face was smushed into. He could close his mouth he was moaning so much. His eyes nearly rolled all the way back when Roman brushed against the smooth skin of his prostate.
"There it is," Roman grumbled, keeping his hips snapping in that direction.
The feeling was so intense, Finn was mewling into the drool soaked blanket.
Roman slapped his open hand on Finn's ass, enjoying the jiggle it responded with. So good. The sweat was running down his back. His long dark hair fell in his face as he leaned forward to scrape his teeth against Finn's shoulder. He had to throw his head back so the strands would get out of the way. He wanted to see Finn come undone below him.
"Oh shit," Finn moaned. He reached his hand back and tapped out on Roman's body. He was going to blow. He couldn't stop himself. "Oh shit. Roman. Fuck. Stop. I'm cumming oh fuck."
Roman pulled out when he heard Finn say stop. He sat back in time to see Finn's body jerk, thighs quivering to keep his ass up in the air. And that tight hole was twitching and clenching without Roman in it. The sight was one to behold. Finn's dick was trapped underneath his toned body, but Roman could tell it was pulsing as it shot heavy against the bed.
Finn let out a stuttering breath and a low groan before his body collapsed on the bed.
Roman ran one hand over Finn's still quivering thigh, feeling the tiny stubble against his fingers. Finn was still moaning, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure flash through his used body. His free hand took the condom off and jerked himself off, watching Finn's body come down from the orgasm.
Finn opened his eyes and looked back at Roman jerking himself off vigorously.
"So hot," Roman mumbled, sliding his the hand that was rubbing Finn's thigh higher and higher until his fingers could slide up Finn's crack. He slid his fingers in and let his thumb slip into the twitching open hole. He rubbed the thumb in and out, eliciting a soft groan from Finn. "Yeah. So good."
Roman look up and gave Finn a steady look, admiring the flushed and sweaty face, the reddened lips, and the lazy blue gaze.
A growl started deep in his chest. The cum ran down his pumping fist, coating his fingers.
Roman laid out at the foot of the bed, staring still at Finn.
They looked at eachother with exhausted eyes. It made a heat creep over Finn's body again. That had been so intense. His orgasm had practically jumped out like an explosion. Finn could feel the warm cum on his abs, sticking him to the bed. But all he could do was look at Roman.
This man never ceased to amaze him. A hard worker. A gentle soul who loved to laugh. A loving person who took care of his family, Shield and otherwise. And he was amazing in bed, giving Finn everything he could ever imagine. He was desperately in love with Roman.
Finn turned his head and hid his face in the bed covers. He whispered his feelings, knowing Roman couldn't hear him.
Roman moved first. He wanted to cuddle. He liked to cuddle. It's why he did it after fucking Finn all weekend. It felt so good to hold Finn's spent body against him as they slept.
So he crawled up to Finn's side, planting kisses along Finn's back. Because it felt right, at the moment.
Then he collapsed down to the bed, circled his arm around his...
His? His fuck buddy? His lover? His Finn.
Whatever.
Roman was too sated to really care about the train of thought he just had.
He turned Finn into him, letting their chests press together. Then he slung his arm around Finn's hip and closed his eyes.
Finn smiled. He kissed Roman's full lips and settled into the warm embrace.
"Thank you," Roman mumbled into the pillow below his head. "For knowing what I needed."
Finn didn't say anything, just planting another kiss, this one long and filled with his emotions.
Phew! it's taking me a long time to write because of work. No John here, but he'll be back soon lol. Love Natsuki Lee