Sheamus walked down the hallway, heading upstairs to the roof as he thought up plans of what he was going to do to Riegns.
When Sheamus reached the roof, Orton and Cena were already there. Orton, Sheamus, and Cena had been close for quite some time. They saw Sheamus and welcomed him up.
Orton was as far away from Cena as possible, puffing on a cigarette. Every time Orton took a pull, Cena frowned and shuddered. Orton finished his cigarette and stomped it out before placing it in the container up on the roof. He walked back over to Cena and Sheamus with a satisfied grin.
"What brings you up here with us pigeons, Sheamus?" Cena asked good-naturedly.
"Yeah, the way you look in those leather pants, I just want to eat you." Orton added with a smirk. Cena looked down and grinned, and Sheamus looked down and blushed. He didn't realize he was still wearing them.
"Ah dunno. There are a lot of tings goin' on wit Reigns and meself, and ah worry." Sheamus frowned.
"We never did talk about that, did we? Worry about what? Cena asked with an understanding tone. Cena, Orton, and Sheamus took a seat in a nearby set of chairs, making Sheamus's pants look even more painted on.
Sheamus told Orton and Cena what happened with Hunter, trusting them not to tell anyone else because he trusted them. He told them how he had forgiven Reigns.
Cena and Orton gave each other a look that expressed just how much they had been through, with their marriages, and with Nikki. If anyone could understand how important forgiveness was, it was Cena and Orton.
"Bu' now, ah worry tha' Ah am changin in a bad way towards him." Sheamus frowned. "Before ah was diferrent. Now, it's loike ah'm fightin the urge to claim him all the time. Bein possessive."
"When you say claim him..." Orton trailed on with a smirk.
"Ah mean loike the way we are now is more rough. Loike ah have somethin ta prove. Ah caught meself growling Mine last night. He's tied to the bed never would have done tha' before."
"Tied?" Cena asked, feeling his mouth go dry.
"Yeh. Hands and feet, naked, with a ring on him," Sheamus continued to frown.
"Why should that be a problem?" Orton asked, knowing that he and John both enjoyed being tied a bit from time to time.
"Ah dunno. Part of me worries that ah tied Reigns up so he wouldn't go anywhere while ah'm gone, like ah'm worried he will leave me or- Another part thinks maybe since he is so much younger that I am, that maybe Ah wasn't meetin his needs often enough. We've been goin since seven, and ah left at twelve." Sheamus explained, gesturing towards the door.
"What worries me the most, though, is the fact that ah still worry about it even when ah'm with him. Maybe if ah had done this or that, ah would - I don't know- not..." Sheamus ended with a frustrated sigh, looking down at his hands. "Ah was so committed when this all began, no one else existed. Ah laid there and told him ah loved him, and he let me think everything was foine. Ah don't know if ... If ah can't be the same person that ah was before, did I really forgive him? Or, can I, even?"
"Has Reigns complained about it?" Orton asked, concerned.
"He hasn't said anythin. Ah haven't asked. Should Ah have asked?" Sheamus wondered, his eyes on the brink of tears.
"Hey, if something was wrong, I think Reigns is a big boy. He could tell you." Randy reassured Sheamus. "I just wanted to know has he said anything."
Cena thought for a few minutes. "I know since the two of you aren't married, Marriage counseling isn't exactly an option. But then, considering who we are, It wouldn't be anyways."
"Maybe they could just use us." Orton reasoned. "I could talk to Sheamus and you could talk to Reigns, or I could talk to Reigns, and you could talk to Sheamus. "
Cena thought about it. "I think I understand Sheamus's side of things more than Reigns."
"Then you should talk to Reigns, right?" Orton asked.
"Yes, dear." Cena grinned. Orton kicked him lightly under the table.
Orton looked over at Sheamus. "You said he is tied to the bed. Could you go back and untie him?"
"It'd be the blueball of the decade, fella." Sheamus said, shaking his head.
"So go back, deal with him, then the two of you can head over to our room, and we can talk."
AN: Up next: more smut, and Centon counseling.
