It's been one month. One long, stressful, touchy-feely month. Another month of hiding. Another month of stolen glances and not-too-obvious touches. One month of awkwardness. Tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

I'm on my way up to my, well our, hotel room after my grueling match with Braun Strowman. I'm so fucking sore. But, I'm frozen in my tracks as I open the door to our room. On the other side of the room, standing outside on the balcony, is Roman. Nothing but a white towel around his waist, his long black hair falling in waves down his back. Moonlight illuminating him perfectly. Fuck, he's sexy.

Then he's turning around and I act like I haven't been standing there staring for upwards of 5 minutes; tossing my bag down by the door and towing off my shoes.

"Oh hey De! Didn't realize you were back yet." Casual as ever. My response? A stuttered fucking mess.

"Y-yeah. I I-I w-went for a w-walk f-first. Needed-d to cl-clear my h-head, ya know?" Fuck.

"Yeah okay?" He sounds suspicious but let's it go. For now.

In record time, I'm stripped, underwear changed and in the bed; ignoring the fact that Roman is still puttering around. Then, I'm forced to remember something that I had put to the back of my brain all day. This room only has 1 bed. Why? I'm not sure. Whatever higher power that may or may not exist is obviously enjoying watching me squirm.

When I said I was "forced" to remember? That's because Roman finally turned the lights off and got in bed. Yes, the same bed I'm in. He throws his arm around my waist and nuzzles his face against my neck.

"'Night, Deano."

Before I can respond, his breathing evens out and I know he's asleep. Having him this close and yet not actually having him is the sweetest of torture. I can't fucking stand it.

Trying to be as discreet as possible, I slide my right hand down and wrap it around my own thick solid shaft; squeezing a couple times, just working myself up. A soft whimper escapes and I glance over my shoulder making sure Roman didn't wake up. Soon, I'm fucking my fist as eagerly as I can without waking up the sleeping giant behind me. Before I can stop it though, a decently loud moan tears from my throat.

This time when I look over my shoulder, Roman is staring directly at me; smiling. "Whatcha doin', Deano?"

"Trying to rub one out if ya don't mind." I snap back. Not meaning to be irritable.

Then, something I never EVER thought I'd experience. Roman swats my hand away from my dick and takes it into his own hand. His strokes are slow, methodical, pressure and angle exactly right.

"Roman! Wha-" His free hand grabs my throat. How did he know that?! "Just relax, baby boy. I'm just helping you out. You seem more irritable lately. You just need to cum real good and then we can go to sleep. Let me take care of you." I swear to God, that fucking sentence is gonna be my demise.

So, I put both my hands over my head, relax my body and let him bring me the release I couldn't get for myself. Before I know it, I'm screaming through my release and he's right there with the praise.

"Ohh good job, De. Told you you just needed a good orgasm. Damn, you been saving that one haven't you? Came a whole lot." Then, he's taking his hand away from my now soft dick and licks the remnants of my cum from his hand before we both snuggle back down and go back to sleep.

After that night, I went to HHH and asked for a new room assignment. I cannot face Roman feeling the way I do and knowing what I let him do to me that night. Yes, it felt amazing, but I can't face the embarrassment. Not from my best friend. I end up with my own room. Probably for the best.

It's now been a solid 3 weeks since that night. I've avoided Ro every chance I could except when the Shield is supposed to work together. I'm sprawled out on the couch enjoying a lazy day when my phone goes off. It's a text. Him.

R: Deano? Please just tell me you're okay. I'm worried about you, Uce.

D: Yes, Ro. I'm fine.

R: Thank God. Can I come see you? I miss my Uce.

D: I'm exhausted. I'm gonna take a nap. Maybe later.

Later never comes. Days, even weeks go by. It's now been almost 3 months without my best friend.

Like he was reading my mind, Roman bursts through the locker room door and sits on the bench across from where I'm lacing up my boots. Arms folded across his chest. Scowl on his handsome face. Eyebrow raised. Fuck.

"Yes?" I glare at him like this whole thing is his fault.

"The fuck, Dean? First, you just up and change rooms without telling me, then you stop responding to my texts and attempts to hang out, and now you just avoid me completely?! What the fuck happened? Cause I damn sure missed something!"

He's now standing to his full height, towering over my still seated frame as he gets angrier, and louder. Suddenly, I'm so glad there's no one else around.

"Nothing, Ro. Just fuckin' forget it, man." He suddenly yanks me up by my Shield vest.

"Forget it?! Uce, you're my best friend! I'm not just gonna 'fuckin' forget it'! So, what is all this about? Please! Just tell me."

I take a chance and look into his eyes. He's heartbroken. My resolve cracks.

"Put me down first." He gently places me back on my feet. We both sit back down at the same time.

"Do you remember that night?" Is how I choose to start the conversation.

"What night, Deano?" He inquired softly, his voice genuine.

"The night we-... The last night we roomed together?"

"Yeah? I mean I'm pretty sure I do."

"Do you remember what happened when we went to bed that night?"

His brow furrows in confusion for a split second. Then, realization as I drop my head to look down at the floor.

"I got you off. Yeah I remember that very well. The weight in my hand as it pulsed, the symphony created by your moans and groans, how much I made you -" I slap my hand over his mouth. I can tell he's got that shit eating grin on his face just by the look in his eyes.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence." He shrugs as I move my hand away from his mouth.

"You came so hard, Deano!"

He starts laughing hysterically as I tackle him to the floor. We're wrestling around for a few minutes before he's got me pinned. His hands closed over my wrists, holding my arms above my head, his knees situated beside my hips, effectively caging me in.

"So tell me, Dean, why exactly did you start changing up on me after one handjob, huh? Did I not satisfy you? Is that it and you were just too chicken shit to tell me? No, that can't be it because I KNOW how much you enjoyed it. Your body gives away all of your secrets, baby boy. So, why? Why run away now?"

I mumble something I know for sure he didn't understand or hear.

"What was that? I'm getting old, Uce. You're gonna have to speak up." There's that fuckin' grin again!

"I said 'I liked it too much'! Happy? Can I get up now?"

In complete silence, he lets me up. I bolt for the door, slamming it shut as I leave the locker room.

What the fuck just happened?