Chapter 8

Dean had made it to the hotel earlier in the morning roughly around 2am Tuesday. He'd been so exhausted after driving to the next city, he didn't even think about checking to look for what room Reigns was staying in. They usually shared a room but after tonight, Dean knew it'd be best to call in earlier to grab his own room. It's not that he didn't want to be around Roman, hell he loved sleeping next to the man, it's just with the way RAW ended there was no chance in hell Roman would want to share a room, let alone speak with him.

After checking into his room, Dean had gone straight to the shower, tossing his bag on the floor beside the bed with an irritated groan. He turned the faucet on, feeling the water until it was at a desired temperature and shed his clothes. Doing this sort of job was always hard on the body, so a nice hot shower once in a while was always a helpful remedy. He stepped in and let the water drown him in an array of heated bliss. His mind went blank and his body relaxed into the direction of the water. His thoughts slowly started to come back to him as he tilted his head up so the water was hitting his neck. As he opened his eyes, he thought about the kiss in the closet backstage. He thought about how Roman didn't move and how he let him kiss him. Maybe it was because Rome felt bad for Dean and let him do it once just to have something to hold onto... Either way Dean was thankful yet he really regretted it. He had fucked up his entire relationship with his brother just because he was too fucking greedy. Dean still couldn't believe he had the balls to do it. Even though Rome didn't mean for it to go the way it did, he should've known how Dean felt and if he put him in that type of hold, only bad things would come of it. Dean couldn't stop thinking about how close he was to Roman, on a more intimate level. Sure they're always close to one another by either hugging or just sleeping, but this was completely different. The passion behind it wasn't driven with care and thoughtfulness, it was driven with lust and need. Dean couldn't ignore his member springing to life anymore. At this point it was just painful not to touch it, all of those thoughts of Roman swirling in his brain is the cause of it. Ambrose propped an arm up against the side of the shower and dipped his head into it. With the water now beating down on his back, he took his hand and his thoughts down a very dark path. With his other hand now occupied by his hard on and his head being supported by the other, Dean started to imagine what it would be like or how far it would go if something like that ever happened again. He doesn't usually bottom, but he would allow Rome to take control of him, in fact he would want that more anyways. Just the thought of having Roman dominate him like that just sent Dean into a shaking mess. He was already so close. With a couple more pumps and the thought of Roman fucking him from behind sent him overboard. He moaned loudly by accident but he didn't care. His knees buckled as he shot his load on the shower wall. A couple deep breaths were definitely needed after such an explosive orgasm. As Dean came down from his high, he wondered if he was ever going to have a chance to do these things with Roman, let alone speak to him on a daily basis again.

Roman finally made it home around 7am that morning. He stepped in the door, placed his luggage down, and fell face first into the couch. He didn't want to think anymore. The whole flight home his mind danced around the 'what ifs' like if Dean would take this further or if he liked Dean back. He was all too tired to get up and greet his wife so he just decided to rest for a bit. He closed his eyes and instantly saw fantasies forming of Dean withering underneath his touch and kisses. It hadn't been something that happened, in fact Dean was very straight forward and rough last night at RAW, but this thought was something he's been wondering would ever happen. Rome knew he shouldn't be thinking like this, but he couldn't help it. He was curious. He wanted to know what it was like to dominate the same sex... Wait no. What was he thinking? He wasn't gay. Roman huffed and weakly stood up from the couch.

This was going to be a long day.

Later that night after he tucked his daughter into bed, he finally got time to lay down and enjoy some time with his wife.

"So we watched RAW last night Roman. What happened between you and Dean at the end of the night? Are you guys fighting and is that why you wanted to come home so early?" She asked him questionably. He groaned at the questions. He's been asked all day on phone calls, tweets, and even fans he'd seen at the grocery store earlier. He was just tired of it, and he told his wife the same thing he told everyone else.

"It's just a rough patch we're in right now. We butt heads on a few things and I just wanted to let him know that my thoughts still stand." He answered. He technically wasn't lying since he was still angry at Ambrose for what he did. Roman really didn't want to think about him anymore or be bombarded with more questions about him either. Instead he had another idea in mind.

"How about you turn over and I give you the world's best back massage huh?" He lightly commanded. Of course, she flipped over almost immediately since she knew what followed right after the massage. He cracked his knuckles and reached down to her skin. He worked the back muscles, ridding her of any kinks or knots slowly. He always enjoyed this part. Even though he wasn't the one receiving it, he loved the fact that he can bring such peace and solitude to another human being. His mind trailed off to if Dean would enjoy back massages from him, if Dean would enjoy the touch and heat of his hands kneading deep into his back, lower and lower, and-

"Babe why'd you stop?" His wife whined, clearly not knowing what was going through his brain. He didn't even notice he stopped. How long has it been since he did? Rome was angry at himself. How could he think about Dean when he was in the beginning stages of being intimate with his wife? Roman tried to calm down, tried to fight of the thoughts but they just kept coming. He officially gave up. He flipped her over and kissed her roughly. He was going to forget about Dean one way or another, and fucking his wife into oblivion was definitely one of those ways. He rushed through the what should be a slow process, and ripped both of their clothes off, including the under garments. He was done. He couldn't think about him anymore. He slid into her as fast as he could and began pounding relentlessly. Roman only ever got like this when he was angry and his wife always loved every minute of it. But as soon as he thought he was safe, he was smacked again with fantasies about fucking Dean. He completely forgot his wife was even there under him, he really wished it was Ambrose instead though. He was way too invested into his actions to stop and try to push the thoughts away, so they just kept playing over and over again. Fucking Dean would be fantastic, in different positions, different speeds, and best part is the fact that he would top Dean easily. He wants to make Dean beg for more. He wants to have Dean a sweaty, moaning mess. He needs to know what Dean feels like inside...

With that last thought Roman couldn't hold on anymore. He thought about cumming at the same time with Dean and that set him off. He pulled out and squeezed his eyes shut, his head tilted towards the ceiling as he spilt his seed all over his wife's torso. Probably the most intense orgasm he's ever been through, he caught his breaths for a few seconds then the realization hit him like a sack of bricks. He just came to the thought of fucking Dean. Of fucking his best friend. His eyes shot open, head still tilted to the ceiling. He couldn't believe it, he instantly felt guilt. He slowly looked down at his wife who was still on cloud 9. She didn't even realize there was something wrong, until she opened her eyes and shot him a worried look. She lifted her hand and placed it on his cheek wondering if he was okay and needed to sit since he was still on his knees hovering above his wife.

"Hey are you okay babe?" She asked while rubbing his cheek. He noticed that she had sensed something was wrong, so he had to act natural. He brought his hand up and took hers away from his cheek and placed it onto his lips, giving her hand a reassuring peck.

"Everything is perfect. Always has been, always will be."

So both of our boys are getting some type of action.. But it's not with the person they want. Haha.. So everything that I have written after this point was just deleted today. I'm dying and need motivation now. Reviews always help!