The holidays were a confusing time for Seth too. He spent his days mourning the death of the best friendship he had ever had, and he spent his nights having erotic dreams about Roman. By the time he got back to work and the hotel, he was tired and on edge.
He got to his room and opened the door, surprised to find Randy there instead of Roman.
"Hey Randy." he said quietly. "What's going on?"
"I don't know." Randy said going through his luggage. "I was told to room with you. I guess someone must have asked to change room assignments."
Seth felt his heart sink. He had really hoped that Roman wanted to stay friends, but obviously he was wrong. He knew the morning after the best sex of his life that Roman didn't want anything to do with him. He woke up alone with Roman sleeping in the other bed, and he'd fought the urge to cry. The alarm went off and they had silently gotten ready to take their separate flights home. His flight left first so he had turned to Roman on his way out the door and said goodbye. He sat on the plane with his music playing as loud as he could stand it, trying not to think or cry, wishing he could go back and erase what had happened that night so he could have his best friend back.
Later that night at Raw, he couldn't even look at Roman in the locker room. He felt so hurt and rejected and he hated it. He alternated between wanting to punch Roman's beautiful face and wanting to kiss the life out of him. He heard Roman's deep laugh as he talked to Bo and he had to get out of there, it was too much, watching himself be replaced so easily. He grabbed his shirt and left the room quickly, hiding out the rest of the night in places he thought he wouldn't see Roman.
He finally relaxed when it was time for his match. He was tagging with Randy against John Cena and The Big Show. He could handle this, he loved wrestling and could always block out anything that was happening in the world and just focus. It worked, at least until the match was over.
He had just finished walking up the ramp when Randy stopped him.
"Hey, Seth." Randy said grabbing his arm. "I just wanted to say thank you. For everything."
"You're welcome, Randy." he said as Randy brought him into a hug. "I hope everything works out all right."
He smiled at Randy as they went their separate ways. He knew Roman would already be gone by the time he got to the locker room, so he would be able to shower and change without all the awkwardness between them. He took off his ring gear quickly wanting a nice long relaxing shower to soothe his tired body so he could go back to the hotel and sleep, hopefully this time without dreaming about a tall, dark, handsome Samoan.
He started soaping his body up and relaxed, closing his eyes and lifting his face into the spray when he felt a hand stroking his cock.
He jumped in fear and turned around seeing Roman standing naked before him. He relaxed slightly, knowing that Roman wouldn't hurt him, but still wanting him to go away. He couldn't do this. He couldn't be friends with benefits or someone Roman turned to occasionally to work out his frustrations, so he tried to push Roman away.
He sat on the bench in the locker room long after Roman had left trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened. What happened in the shower was hot, but it was nothing like what happened between them before Christmas. Gone were the gentle touches and soft kisses that made him feel so cherished. There weren't any kisses at all, there was only a bite that had already bruised his skin and an intense blow job. And what had Roman said to him before he left? Nothing that made any sense to him, that's for sure. He sighed and finished getting dressed and went back to the hotel, glad for once that he wasn't rooming with Roman.
The next day at Smackdown, he used a different locker room so he could avoid Roman completely. It worked, he didn't set eyes on Roman again until the following Monday at Raw.