Chapter 6

Seth steeled his shoulders as he walked with a fluttering heart towards the bed that he had chosen. As he slid into bed, Roman turned and gave him a small smile. Seth could feel Dean's eyes boring into his back, making him feel a bit nervous. But when he looked at the handsome man in front of him who smiled with the sleepy eyes, he tried to push all thoughts of Dean out of his mind. Much to his surprise, Roman eased his face close to his and kissed him softly on the lips. A soft gasp escaped Seth's lips. What if Dean just saw that? What would he think? He wasn't entirely sure that Dean could make out what was going on in this bed with room being almost pitch black but he wouldn't like to have been confronted with it. Seth soon lost his train of thought as Reigns continued to softly kiss him. Their bodies pressed against each other, chest to chest. Roman's tongue lightly traced Seth's lips teasing him. Seth pulled Roman's head against his to kiss him properly. He could never get enough of kissing him it seemed. After a few more minutes of quietly making out, they decided to give it a rest for the night. Roman rolled over on to his side, his back to Seth. Rollins stared at the back of the man who he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was falling in love with for a while before he drifted off to sleep.

When Roman awoke the following morning, he found that Seth was no longer in bed with him. Sitting up in bed, he adjusted his eyes to the bright Colorado sunlight streaming into the room. He spotted Dean sitting on the edge of his bed taking clothes out of his suitcase.

" Morning." Roman called out.

Dean looked up at him with mild interest. " Morning."

"Where's..."

Dean cut him off before he could finish his sentence. " He went for a run with Jericho."

Roman nodded his head when he heard the answer. Seth always loved going for early morning runs, especially when he was in a new town. He said the change of scenery always made it exciting.

Reigns rummaged into his suitcase for his large white towel. He flunged it over his shoulder and headed to the bathroom. " I'm gonna take a shower."

" Cool bro." Dean pulled out a workout jersey and sweatpants out of the pile of clothes he had scattered on the bed.

As Roman started the water in the shower, he thought that it was bit strange how nonchalant Dean was acting. It was as if Dean didn't even remember that he had blown his cock less than twenty four hours before. He worked his arms as the hot water hit his skin and flowed over his body awakening his muscles. He always thought that Dean was a different type of animal all together.

He walked back into the bedroom after his shower with his towel secured around his waist. Dean was sitting on the bed with just his sweatpants on watching him.

He felt a bit self conscious with Dean's eyes so focused on him. " Are you just going to watch me dress?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders indifferently. " It's not like I haven't seen it all before."

Roman shook his head. " Whatever man." He went through his suitcase looking for a shirt and pants to put on. Trying to not let Dean mind fuck him.

" I saw you two last night." Dean's voice sounded right behind him. He turned around and he was mere inches away from him. " I saw you kissing him."

Dean's hands were on his hips as if he was awaiting an explanation from Roman.

Roman stared right back at Dean, his voice cold. " So?"

" You didn't care if I saw, did you?" His voice accusing him.

" To be quite honest Dean, I wasn't thinking about you at the time."

Ouch. That response cut closer to home a lot more than Dean cared to admit. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on Roman Reigns. It was back in Florida at the FCW training facility and he had automatically hated him at first sight. This kid was fresh off the bus from college football and knew almost nothing wrestling and wrestling techniques. But that didn't matter to the WWE officials and one look at him would tell you why. Roman Reigns just had the look of a WWE Champion. He was tall, well built from football training and handsome. Extremely handsome. His face was perfectly symmetrical framed by black wavy hair that rested on his shoulders. Finally, to add insult to injury he was related to one of the all time greats in the WWE, The Rock. Everything had been handed to this guy on a silver platter while guys like Dean had to fight and claw their way up the ladder for any bit of recognition and promotion. It made him sick inside. For the first few weeks of Roman's arrival, Dean avoided him like the plague, hanging out with guys like Seth who he had known from the indy scene previously. But as fate would have it, the WWE officials would put them in matches together and he had to work with the green rookie. Dean was anything but kind to him. Dean wouldn't pull his punches or his kicks like he was supposed to and hit Roman several times and then blame it on Reigns' lack of experience. But Roman never once complained. He probably knew that Dean was unfairly targeting but he always got back up and shook it off and came back for more. After a while, Dean realized that he couldn't break Reigns' spirit and that he was determined to make it in the business and eased up off of him. Plus Seth was always in his ear about how he was treating the rookie. Slowly a friendship formed between them and Dean saw what a good natured person Roman was and he couldn't help but to like him.

But one thing hadn't changed since those days at FCW, Roman Reigns was still a gorgeous man. Dean was certain that Roman didn't realize the effect that he had on people.

Dean lightly traced his fingertips up Roman's tattoo covered arm and before he could stop him, he placed a kiss right on his shoulder. " So you weren't thinking about me huh?" Dean whispered into Roman's ear. His tongue flicked out at the lobe.

" So you forgot about me already?" He lightly sucked the lobe between his lips.

He was rewarded by a sharp inhale of breath. "Dean, stop that."

"If you want me to stop," Dean continued while taking little nips on the tender flesh. " Why are you pressing against me?"

Roman looked down. He wasn't even aware of what he had been doing until Dean pointed it out. His hand was pressing against Dean's back as he feathered light kisses down his neck. Dean's arm glided around the Samoan's back causing a chill to course through his body. His skin was so damn responsive to Dean's touch. It was as if he knew just the right amount of pressure to apply to him to turn him into mush. Roman felt his cock growing harder as Dean lapped against his nipple. Dear god. Why did Dean have to make everything so difficult? He moaned softly into Dean's ear as his friend continued to place hot kisses all over his body.

Dean then pressed his thumb against Roman's lips. He parted them, allowing Dean's thumb to stroke the soft inside of his lips. Ambrose held him close but stopped kissing his chest to look up at him. Roman drew Dean's thumb into his mouth flicking his wet tongue over the pad of the thumb sending shivers down the recipient's spine. Dean could feel his manhood rubbing against his sweatpants aching for release. He was attempting to tease Roman, but the tide was shifting. When Roman started to suck the thumb that was in his mouth it was Dean's turn to groan out loud.

" Fuck Roman." Dean removed his thumb from between those sensuous lips and leaned forward to kiss him but again Roman turned his head away.

" Damn it Roman." Dean growled deep in his throat. "But I still get to taste you."

Roman watched as Dean took the thumb that was in his mouth and slid between his own lips. "Mmm. Your tongue is minty fresh I see."

Dean looked straight into Roman's eyes as he twisted the finger in his mouth. " Or should I say taste."

Fuck. That was hot. Roman couldn't deny it. Dean had his number. As Dean was almost the same height as him, he didn't have to lower his head much to kiss Dean on the cheek. Then he placed open mouth kisses on Dean's jawline and onto his neck. His tongue tracing down a vein in Dean's neck. He felt Dean shudder against him, his fingers digging into his back.

The tide had definitely shifted. Roman was teasing the most out of him. He pressed his lips into Roman's shoulders, sucking on the smooth flesh. With one hand he found the knot in Roman's towel and with quick movements he undid it and casted it aside on the floor. His fingers quickly wrapping around the hot and heavy flesh running his hand up and down its length. Precum dripped at the head and he used that to lube his fingers and then he started to stroke him. He wanted this man badly.

Roman moaned into Dean's chest as his lips fastened around a rosy nipple as Dean pumped his cock. God, that felt good. As much as Roman wanted to remain true to Seth, Dean did unbelievable things to his body. He could feel the heat growing between them as their mouths explored each other's bodies. At last he couldn't take it any more and he had to find out what Dean was working with. His hands settled on either side of Dean's hips and pushed down the sweatpants past Dean's firm ass, dropping them to his knees. He immediately felt Dean's cock springing against his thigh. He looked down at the thick, meaty tan coloured dick that was resting against him. Throwing caution to the wind he gripped Dean's shaft firmly in his hand and started to jack him off.

The room was quiet except for the sounds of the two men working each other. The sound of wetness against flesh mixed with breathless panting. After a few minutes Roman felt his cock throbbing, his climax near. He pressed his mouth into Dean's chest trying to muffle his moans as Ambrose easily traced his ear with his tongue. This was not going as he had planned to avoid Dean for as much of the trip as possible. But damn it, he made him feel so good. He spurted hot, white cum in Dean's hand, most of it running through his fingers onto the floor. A few seconds later Dean released in his palm as well. Some of it hitting the larger man's thigh.

Both panted against each other. Unable to move for a few moments, trying to regain some composure. Dean brushed his face against Roman's as he pulled back. He saw the pure desire tinged with confusion in his friend's grey eyes. His full lips parted as he tried to steady his breathing. He was also aware that Roman was staring at his lips. Roman's eyes flicked up to his and then back down to his lips. He moved with him as Roman tilted his head forward. The space between them was closed off as their lips met for the first time. Dean kissed Roman's bottom lip softly savouring the feeling of those soft plush lips against his. He then felt Roman's lips moving against his. He was actually kissing him. His mouth was warm and his lips succulent. Damn it all. Kissing Roman Reigns was the best thing that he had ever done.

Roman felt Dean return his kisses but he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't explain how Dean managed to get inside his body but shit, he was damn good. With him everything was primal and on instinct. No hesitations. That's why he had tried to resist his kisses because he knew that once he locked lips with Dean there would be no turning back. With that in mind, he slipped his tongue into Dean's welcoming mouth, stroking it softly against his own. He didn't want to break the kiss anytime soon because he knew that he would have to face the consequences of what he had just done.

A/N: Oh my, that Dean Ambrose... so what do you guys think so far?