Title: Baby Doll
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, OC
Pairing: Dean/Seth/Roman
Genre: Romance/Humour
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own the WWE.
Summary: Seth and Dean are thirteen. Roman is not.
Word Count: 2004
A.N./ This is a Lolita AU I started in August and just had no motivation to finish. But I did and I wanted to post it to appologise for being MIA. Be warned though, Seth and Dean are 13 so there are some underage elements at play here. If you don't like the idea of that you're more than welcome to skip over this chapter. But enjoy otherwise, and as always this unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
Roman is thirty when he blows into Cincinnati to check out a small room for rent. The owner of the house, a widow with a spare bedroom, was willing to let him board in preparation of the upcoming semester.
"Well hello Mr. Reigns." The small red headed woman, Ms. Shirley, kissed his cheek and led him through the front screen door.
It was a quaint two story house, the blue paint was fading into a pale shell of it's former self. The house itself was tucked away from the bright lights and loud sounds that usually make up a city like this. Roman was glad for the quiet and isolation, he didn't get much being six-foot-three and built like he was.
Ms. Shirley led Roman up the stairs and to a room next to what Roman learned was her room and the bathroom. After placing his things in a neat little corner he follows her again downstairs and into the kitchen. He watches her as she puts on a kettle of water.
"Ma! Dean took my comic and he won't give it back!" A boy small in stature, standing maybe five feet even in socks, came barreling into the kitchen.
"For the love of God Seth! It's incredibly rude to be so indecent in front of company." The boy, Seth, shrinks under his mother's gaze.
"Well one could not expect me to have been aware we had company if I was never informed mother." Only when the words are out does Roman look at the boy, he's lithe, all angles and bones.
When he catches Roman's gaze his face burns red and he tries to hide his state of undress.
"Hi. I'm Roman." Roman stands and offers his hand to Seth.
"Hi." Seth worries his fruit punch colored lips between his teeth before by passing the hand giving Roman a tight hug around his midsection
Roman froze before regaining himself and winding his arms around the small frame in his possession. Roman inhaled Seth's scent, the sweet, musky smell of the young man became all the older man could smell, taste. Behind his eyelids the scent danced around in disorienting visual representations. Disentangling themselves Seth flashed a small smile before dashing off upstairs.
"Sorry about that. Seth gets rather affectionate. He says he just loves 'loving people'. Ever since the twins' father died they just- Seth handles it by being loving to everyone he comes across but Dean, Dean just shuts everyone out. The only person he ever seems to smile around anymore is Seth and I- well you don't want to hear this." Ms. Shirley turns back to the pot of water and stares at it, willing it to boil faster.
But Roman did want to know more, more about everything, about Seth and his brother, how their minds worked, how their bodies- no. No, NO. He was a psychology professor and he was curious why the boys reacted like that, nothing more.
Roman had never entertained the idea of a fawnlet, he had never given relationships much thought. He had not heart for them. Not since Roman was a young man of 13 and he of the same age when his sweet Alea had perished in a house fire. A fire that Roman still blamed the other boys inattentive mother for. Roman had been angry and dejected the same number of years he had been alive when the tragedy transpired, but he roused himself and got his life together. Even with no experience with a fawnlet under his belt he still tested the names out on his tongue. The whispered 'Seth' comes out a low hiss and the 'Dean' is harsh and to the point. Roman can only hope his voice hadn't carried through the small kitchen.
During his first week Roman would observe them over the top of his textbooks, would watch them skip down the porch steps charging towards the ice cream truck. He took special enjoyment in watching the twins lick and suck at the melting treats. Most times Roman felt his face grow hot and pants become more restricting if he thought about the two small boys. The boys became his own secret religion, their waists his steeple, their dimples his bible, and the tufts of blonde hair his indulgent Sunday supper.
On the third day of the second week there was a rapping at the door of his bedroom. Stumbling out of bed Roman pulled open the wooden door and roughly shoved to the side.
"I need help." Dean plopped down on Roman's unkempt bed. Dean had small pitiful muscles but was still just as angular and bony as his brother.
"With what?" The twins asked for advice all the time, with school, fact checking, how to settle arguments, anything. But he wasn't prepared for the next words out the come out of the small blonde's mouth.
"How do you know if you want to..ya know, have sex with someone?" Dean gazed up at Roman through his eyelashes. Roman had to remind himself that Dean was a forbidden fruit, a venomous animal to be observed from afar, never to be touched and taken for his own. But the soft light cascading through the window and silhouetting Dean's frame didn't help Roman maintain self control.
"I-I don't know- I'm not going to answer that." Roman was now leaned against the wall, rubbing violently at his eyes.
"Why?" Dean's voice had a whine to it that gave away his childish nature.
"Because you're a child, you're only thirteen and I don't want to have an inappropriately mature conversation with you."
"But I'm mature for my age!" Dean crossed his arms and pouted, "I just wanna know."
"No, no, please don't pout." Roman threw caution to the wind and sat on the mattress close to Dean, but with a safe respectable, distance was between them. " You just kind of know, you always think of them and when you do you smile. Just everything about them makes your entire body light up." A small smile played on Roman's lips before he evicted it. "Don't run around thinking anyone that makes you laugh deserves to have sex with you, it's a lot more complicated than that."
"Thanks Roman, you helped a lot." Standing to leave Dean timidly made his way forward and wrapped his arms around Roman.
And much like Roman's first day in the house he was nervous but returned the hug. Stepping back Dean smiled and beckoned Roman closer with his index finger. Roman was unsure but he threw caution to the wind and approached Dean. He was met with a quick, ghost of a kiss pressed to the skin of his cheek.
"See you in the morning." Dean whispered in the stunned man's ear and slipped out of the room and ran towards his.
Jumping onto his bed Dean began to laugh hysterically rousing his brother from beside him. "I did it! I did it!"
The younger blonde jumped up and shook his brother's shoulders, "Really? Really? Oh god!" Seth fell back onto his bed and Dean curled into his side, "Tell me everything."
Dean recounted the tale and the wheels in Seth's mind started turning. Seth's face broke into grin as he tied up the ends of his brilliant plan. The plan was more brilliant on paper than when the boys tried to put it into action. It took four tries but at last they got it right. Better late than never.
Seth had found himself in the backyard under the summer sun with a book under him, he hadn't be anticipating a long shadow to be cast over him.
Looking up Seth pushed up his red heart shaped glasses and removed the lollipop from between his plump lips. "Do you need something Roman?" Seth asked, face the picture of American innocence.
"No, um just came out for uh-" He held up the thin paperback book and package of cigarettes.
"You really shouldn't, those things can kill you." Seth threw a wink his way.
Roman's eyes scrapped over the sight before him: Seth shirtless, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, shorts hanging low on his hips, and lollipop dangling between his lips. Roman groaned low in his throat but managed to pull himself together, "Yeah, yeah. I guess I really should quit."
Seth nodded and went back to his reading, only he kept rereading the same line over and over again waiting for the lumbering man so close, yet so far, to acknowledge him.
"So you and your brother are close aren't you?" Roman asked closing his book and setting it off to the side.
"You have no idea." Seth sat up straight. "Dean and I are twins, it's never been just him and it's never been just me. We've been together forever-we share everything. We share a room, we share a mind, we share a soul. Everything." By the time Seth uttered the last word he and Roman were so close they were close to breathing the same air.
It seemed like Dean could sense when his brother was talking about him, he approached them as though he could feel a beckoning. He was in the same state of undress as his brother and flashed them both a smile. Roman's world seemed to turn in slow motion as Seth extracted the piece of candy and pressed it between Dean's awaiting pink lips.
"Roman. Are you okay?" Ms. Shirley asked, looking between her boys and Roman.
Roman tried not to meet her eyes, he was afraid she might be able to see into his soul for his true form: a pervert.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Thank you." Roman tried to smile and appear as if he just hadn't been imagining it was his cock passing from the lips of one brother to the other. Yeah those thoughts never crossed his mind.
"Very well, dinner will be served soon." Ms. Shirley smiled and ushered the boys back into the house, and if she swayed her hips a little more than normal then that was her own business.
Dinner was a quiet affair, save for the Dean 'accidentally' spilling Roman's water into the man's lap and making a show of trying extra hard to pat it dry. After dinner Roman retreated to the safety of his own room. He was undressing into his night clothes when the door to his room swung open, the hinges giving a pitiful groan.
Both twins were in his room, eyes wild, lips parted, and breathing coming ragged. Like wild animals they set their sights on the stunned Samoan. They stalked to his side and were on him tugging at what little clothes he wore. During their tasks the boys would take to whispering things like, 'need you so bad' or 'waited so long' or 'hurry up, I think I'm gonna explode!' Stunned into a paralyzed state Roman took a while to regain his wits about him then he was coaxing Dean and Seth away from his crotch.
"What are you two doing?" Roman asked trying to right himself.
"We thought- ohmygod. We thought you wanted us the way we wanted you." Seth said, eyes downcast.
"I do, Jesus H. Christ I do. But it's illegal. I'm twice you're age." Roman sighed and heaved his body back onto the bed making the springs cry out.
The boys slithered onto each side of their current play toy. "We don't have to do that." The refusal to say the word and the cherry blush dusting his cheeks made it clear Dean was nowhere near ready for sex.
"And no one has to know! So you can just keep us safe for when we actually can." Seth was grasping on to short straws trying to get the much older man to agree.
Roman turned his head to either side and graced both boys with a short but passionate kiss. They did not receive what they hoped they would upon entering but something different. They found home.
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