Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: M
Warning(s): AU, Slash, Threesome, Teacher/Student, BDSM, pain kink, etc.


Meanwhile

All of a sudden, Roman was behind Seth. He wrapped his arms around the slighter teen's middle and pulled him back so that he was flush against his chest. Seth felt his heart start to hammer wildly in his chest as Roman's left hand trailed down, seeking out a strip of pale thigh to torture. The sensitive skin practically rippled beneath his touch, and in a matter of seconds, Seth was reduced to a moaning pile of goo in Roman's hands. The defensive tackler smirked, placing a chaste, forceful kiss to the top of Seth's head, before leaning down so that those lips brushed the shell of Seth's ear.

"God, Roman, can you at least take it back to the locker room before you start to grope me? I don't want to be arrested for public indecency simply because you couldn't keep it in your pants." Seth's tone was teasing, but matter-of-fact. Still, Roman's assault on his upper thigh didn't relent.

Roman's response was a cryptic, "It looks like you've got yourself a fan." Seth was about to open his mouth to make a rebuttal, but Roman bit down on the shell of his ear and gently pulled outward, effectively silencing anything that the two-toned teen would have said. "You know that Dean and I don't like to share."

"I wouldn't have done anything with him." Seth puffed out his bottom lip in an adorable pout. "His pining was absolutely adorable, though." A smirk. "As if."

"Pining?" Roman raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't exactly consider drooling and pining to be the same thing."

Now, it was Seth's turn to look confused. "Drooling?"

Suddenly, Roman's face contorted with anger. Seth watched, vaguely amused by the sudden transformation. "You mean that there's another fucker on the Cheer Squad trying to get into your pants too? What's the little bastard's name? I'll make sure he can never get to third base again."

"Hey, hey, hey... there's no need to get violent... yet." Seth, ever the voice of reason, was quick to placate him. "After all, in his present state, he might be useful."

"Useful? How?" The fact that Seth still hadn't clued Roman in on the person in question made this conversation all the more confusing.

Seth broke out of Roman's embrace and started to pace around the football field, the gears churning like mad inside of his brain. He knew exactly what needed to be done... but how? Step One of their operation had already been completed, thanks to the conniving Bella Twins. But the rest... they'd need somebody on the inside, with connections to all of the parties involved. They'd need somebody like Dolph Ziggler. With a well-placed sway of the hips, a few choice wardrobe malfunctions, and a play on the age-old classic 'the damsel in distress', they could have the veteran Cheer Squad member eating out of the palms of their hands.

"We need Dolph, don't you see?" Seth looked positively giddy, now. He spun around, bracing both arms on Roman's chest and leaning up so that their noses brushed. "Dolph... is the key to everything..."


Trish nearly jumped out of her skin when the vase hit the ground, and promptly was leaning over the nurse's station desk to inspect the damage. "Oh dear. Are you alright, sweetie?" Shards of glass were everywhere, and mutilated flowers swam in tiny puddles of water.

Jay snapped out of his reverie, suddenly realizing what it was that he had done. "Oh... what?" He cleared his throat. "Hmm... yes, well... I'm fine. It's nothing."

He immediately went down on his knees to attempt to clean-up the mess he had made, but Trish was shooing him away, "You'll cut yourself, sweetie."

"It's the least I can do, really." He cleaned up as much as he could, before allowing the janitor to clean up the rest. "Could you ring Adam and tell him that I will be in in five minutes? I just want to wash my hands." Trish nodded, quickly picking up the phone to do just that.

He grabbed the bathroom key from the nurse's desk and went down the hall, unlocking the door and slipping inside. Once he was safely alone, he allowed his mind to wander. What reason would Bray Wyatt have to send Adam flowers? It undoubtedly had some form of connection with the sudden arrival of Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins onto the scene. However, as far as he knew, Adam had no connections, personal or otherwise, with this Wyatt character. He could always ask Adam about it, but he wasn't sure how well such an inquiry would go over with the tenuous state their relationship was currently in.

He rinsed his hands and lathered the distinctly unscented soap between them, before rinsing the lather off and reaching for a paper towel. He could remember the complete and utter shock that had come over him when he had read that name on the tag, the shaking of his hands, the shattering of the vase... Once his hands were dry, he pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket and checked for any new messages for Jeff. Just as he suspected, there was nothing. It might be two or three days until anything turned up on Jeff's end... he couldn't rely on information from him.

Fifteen Minutes Later

Jay knocked three times on the door to Adam's room, peering around the corner to find Adam lounging (well, as close to it as he possible could) on his bed watching a Flintstones marathon. "Hey Addy, can I come in?" He asked softly, not wanting to scare him.

"It's a free country." Adam couldn't turn to face him, due to the neck brace that was currently stabilizing his neck. "Hit the TV on your way in, would ya?"

Jay turned off the TV as he passed by, before taking a seat near Adam's bed. "How are you feeling today? Your nurse says you're in better spirits."

"Better, I guess. I've regained feeling down to the hips, but still can't move my good leg. The doc says it's progress, and that's all I can hope for right now. Dreadfully slow progress, in the hopes that I will regain even seventy-five percent feeling and mobility below the neck." Adam said dully.

Jay nodded slowly, taking it all in. He knew that there was a chance that Adam would never be able to walk again, but hearing it come from Adam... it made everything all the more real. "Adam... can I ask you something?"

If Adam could've shrugged, he probably would've. "Sure. It's not like I have much of a choice either way."

Jay did his best to not become offended by Adam's cold, dismissive behavior. He knew very well that he would behave similarly should he have been placed in that situation. A pause, then, "Do you have any reason to believe that the fall could've been anything other than an accident?"

If looks could kill, Jay would've been six-feet-under. Truthfully, his anger was understandable, if not a bit misdirected. With all of the associated repercussions of the fall, the last thing that Adam wanted to think was that someone would want to do this to him. It would take someone truly sick and depraved to want to hurt another human being in such an irreversible way. His body was forever corrupted and mangled because of that incident, there would probably never be a moment where he wouldn't be in unimaginable pain... and children... Jay's heart sank as he realized the likelihood of Adam being able to conceive another child had plummeted.

Adam remained silent for several moments, and Jay worried that he had pushed too hard too soon. They were, after all, just beginning to feel out the new barriers of their relationship. Jay knew full-well that he was far from forgiveness, but he also knew that, should he cease being a presence in Adam's life, the blond would take that withdraw as a sign of abandonment. But he also realized that, should he push too hard or assume too much, Adam would recede into himself and everything he had worked so hard to accomplish would have been in vain. He simply could not allow that to happen.

Adam, turning away as much as the neck brace would allow, offered a simple, "The idea never crossed my mind." And that was the end of it.

"Adam." Jay reached out for the taller man's hand and took it into his own. Much to his surprise, the ex-cheerleader didn't try to pull away. "I'm telling you this because I care about you, and it would kill me if something happened to you because I didn't grow a pair and just come out and say it."

Adam raised an eyebrow. "What's all this about, Jay?"

"If you get anything, and I truthfully mean anything, out of the ordinary from someone that you don't know - that includes flowers, balloons, candy, cards, anything - I want you to throw it into the trash and call me right away. Do you understand me?" Jay asked forcefully.

Adam looked at his boyfriend with wide, slightly-frightened blue eyes. "You're scaring me, Jay. What's all this about?"

"That's all that you need to know." Jay assured him, pressing a kiss to the back of Adam's hand. "Just promise me that much, alright?"

Even if they weren't on the best of terms, even if the very basis of their relationship was in question, and even if Adam didn't fully trust him... he could see in Jay's eyes that he was one-hundred percent serious about this. That scared him. After several tense moments, he conceded. "I promise."

"Good." Jay smiled. The memory of those flowers was all-to-fresh in his mind, and he needed to know that Adam was conscious of the situation at hand and was able to handle it on his own. "Now, what do you say we watch some more cartoons?"


After that confession, which seemed like a lifetime ago, Chris and Phil had set up regular after-school tutoring sessions. Both knew that it was as close to 'dating' as they could get without arousing public suspicion and possibly costing Chris his position at the school. Currently, Phil sat on Chris' desk, legs crossed Indian style beneath him, with a textbook opened to their current chapter in Genetics. The words on the page were little more than a blur, however, as he was far more interested in the way that Chris was gently working his hands over his hip bones.

A dark flush stained the teen's cheeks as those fingers ghosted over his pant line, never daring to dip beneath - oh no, they were far from that point in their relationship. The sensation was oddly mesmerizing, comforting, and dizzying. Within moments, the entire concept of studying was forgotten as Chris' stubble gently grazed against Phil's cheek, the scent of his aftershave filled Phil's senses, and it was practically all he could do to not collapse back into the larger man and just lay there until tomorrow morning. A few moments later, that sensuous assault on his hip bones returned.

"W-We need to study!" Phil said, but it was difficult to comprehend what he was saying through his peels of laughter.

"We have all the time in the world to study..." Chris assured, turning slightly to press a kiss onto Phil's jaw line. "Right now, I have other things in mind..." and soon, the book fell off of Phil's lap and onto the floor, forgotten.

Neither man noticed the flash of a camera going off in the hallway...