Chapter 12

I changed my username on here to ScribbledScrub BTW.

After helping Dean attend the Medical staff, Roman needed a few minutes to himself. He stepped outside of the doors and into the hot, stuffy endless hallways of backstage. They were always like this after a show. Muggy and a swift scent of sweat went through his nose, he paused for a second and took a deep breath. It was a scent that he always enjoyed, it always made him feel at home, even as a kid. This was wrestling if it had a smell. He leaned onto the wall adjacent from the medical doors, propping one leg over the other, crossing them. He was hoping Dean would be alright and would still be able to wrestle in tomorrow's SmackDown taping. He took a sip of a water bottle he stole off one of the tables in the medical room, thinking about how the last 15 minutes or so just played out. How could he go from meaning business and ending whatever 'this' was between him and Dean, to melting into a puddle of affection and love in Dean's hands in a blink of an eye? He sighed and took another gulp of water. Dean was really getting to him, and there's nothing he could do about it either. He tried. He really did, but Ambrose always found a way to creep into his thoughts and make his body go against his mind. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing if he were to give Dean something in return.. Actually it wouldn't be a bad thing. He really wanted Dean for everything he's worth and he would be damned if he couldn't have it. Even if it means going behind his wife's back?.. His family's back? Roman shook his head of the thoughts. He didn't want to think of regret right now, he just wanted to make sure Dean was okay and wanted to head to the next town. Roman pushed off of the wall and headed back into the room to see if the Doctors were almost done.

Dean sat on a steel chair backwards, having the back of the chair support his bare chest. His arms thrown over the top of it for the doctors to gain better access at the wounds, he sat slumped in the chair with his head down until he saw Roman's feet in his view. He slowly gazed up and tilted his head more to the left to fully get a look at Rome.

"Hey, we're almost done here I think." Dean stated with a slight smile on his face. He could tell Roman was confused about tonight, just as much as he was. He noticed Roman nod in response, but kept full eye contact with Dean. It was an intimidating stare, almost making Dean feel uncomfortable. He went back to facing forward and gazed back at the ground. He still felt Roman's eyes on him, burning right through the back of his skull. As the last stitch was being tied into Dean's knuckle, he heard Roman's breath become very shallow. It hitched when Dean gasped at the sudden pain from the last dab of alcohol to his wounds.

"You're good to go Ambrose, all clear." The doctor said while standing up and patting him on his shirtless back.

"Uh, Thanks doc." Dean mentioned, still feeling Roman's eyes on him. He got up from the chair slowly, making sure not to use his hands too much. He sighed, trying to exit the room and to finally face Roman. He slowly made his way to the door and closer to Rome, wondering why the hell he hasn't spoke yet or even stopped staring at him like that.

"Uh, hey I'm good to go now... You ready?" Dean spoke up after clearing his throat. He felt small under the gaze Rome was creeping him out with. What the hell was his problem? Dean scratched the back of his head and slowly exited the room, carefully looking from the corner of his eye, watching Roman follow hot on his tracks without a word. Dean walked up the hallway, making his way back to his locker room to grab his bags and gear. He was the last one in the shared locker room since RAW was long over and since he had to stay after to fix his knuckles up anyway. He felt Roman right behind him the whole time. His breath, the heat from his body, everything. Dean felt extremely intimidated by this and was getting kind of irritated. He pushed his locker room door open and began to verbally bash on Roman.

"Dude, what the hell is your prob-" Dean almost finished saying, his sentence disappearing in his mind. Roman had pushed him up against the door as soon as it shut and kissed him, hard. Teeth clashed, noses bumped, and hands explored. This was all so much at once but Dean didn't mind. In fact he wouldn't ask for it any other way. Roman's tongue slipped easily into his hot mouth, trying to swallow down ant part of Dean he could. Their bodies were fully pushed together, the door helping Roman sandwich Dean. Rome's hands lingered up Dean's body, starting from his belt, up onto his bare pecs, all the way to his collar bone and back down. The goose bumps Dean received made him want to jump out of his own skin. Roman attacked his neck, almost enough to puncture an artery or definitely leave a bruise. He held onto Roman's biceps, feeling his every movement, feeling every pump of blood going through his body. He was on his toes, back flush against the door and chin up high, giving Roman access to his entire neck. It was hot and sweaty already. The locker room felt small and trapped both men inside, It was all getting to Dean's head. Before he could try to regain his thoughts or some control, Roman picked Dean up and threw his legs around his waist. He slammed Dean's back into the door, continuing the heated kiss from before. Dean gasped as Roman bucked up against him, feeling how hard he was already.

"Jesus Christ Rome.. I can't handle this right now.." Dean warned. It was getting to him before he could even let his own erection spring free from it's confinement. Roman cupped Dean's ass with both hands to support him better up against the wall, to grind deeper and harder onto him.

"Shh.." Roman mumbled through a sloppy kiss against Dean's chest. He made his way to Dean's left nipple, giving it a little attention. He felt Dean squeeze harder onto his arms and smirked. Having this much control over Dean was fantastic. Having him crumble into his hands like this, was a whole new feeling that he's never felt before... And he loved it. Hearing Dean slightly moan from his actions made him want to do it harder... Do it all harder. He felt hungry and needy, ready to tear Dean apart bit by bit. He wanted Dean, he needed Dean. It was all coming to a boil, Dean was too much for him at the moment and vise versa. Dean was becoming more and more vocal the harder Roman sucked.

Then all of a sudden, a couple knocks on the door coming from the other side.

"Dean? Uh you in there?" The voice said.

Both men froze in their tracks, Dean's eyes snapping open, and Roman's head lifting to look at Dean. Roman brought an arm up and held his hand against Ambrose's mouth to keep him quiet. Roman then mouthed, 'don't make a noise'. The stranger's voice sounded familiar to Dean but he couldn't put a finger on who's voice it actually was. They both listened quietly to hear who was behind the door, or to know if they're still standing there.

2 more knocks came from the opposite side.

"Dude, c'mon. Open the door. The rest of them are waitin' in the car and I want to get back before they start to get pissed."

"Shit..." Dean whispered. He knew who it was. He forgot he told Dolph that he would be riding with them tonight after RAW. Roman carefully let Dean down so he could stand on his own two feet. Roman fixed himself up, not yet realizing what Dean was doing. He started to strip. He took his pants, boots, and socks off as quickly as he could.

"What the hell are you doing?! Now is not the time for that!" Roman whispered. He was wondering why the hell Ambrose proceeded to strip from his pants and kick them off to the side.

"Just shut up, throw me that towel, and hide behind those lockers!" Dean commanded very quietly. Roman hesitated for a split second, realizing how turned on Dean was from their interrupted session. Since he took his pants off he only had one layer over his erection and it was in full view, and god, Roman felt like he'd do anything just to grab Dean at that moment. He shook his head, remembering the person behind that door could potentially find out what they were just doing. He threw Ambrose the towel wondering what he was up to, and went to hide. Dean quickly wrapped the towel around his waist, grabbed a half empty bottle of water and dumped it over his head. He made sure Roman was hidden well, took a deep breathe and opened the locked door.

"What were you sayin'? Sorry I just got out of the shower." Dean stated, hoping Dolph would believe him. Dolph looked at Dean up and down, noticing he did just get out of the shower. He was still oddly suspicious of Dean and why it was so quiet after he knocked.

"Huh.. I could've sworn I heard you in there.. And I didn't hear the showers running either." Dolph said, he looked at Dean's waist-covered towel, implying something. It dawned on Ambrose that Dolph must have heard him moaning from the heated couple of minutes with Roman.. Shit. He needed to make up another lie.. One that sounded like it would make sense. Dean cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed.

"Hey, what's a guy gotta do to get some privacy huh? ... It's been a while. Haven't really had time to myself." Dean confessed, as he scratched the back of his head, his face turning red. "And I uh texted you earlier since I couldn't find you. I told you I was riding alone tonight... Did you get it?" He finished stating. Hoping this lie would go well to.

"Oh, uh no I didn't actually. Haven't checked my phone yet. Alright. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then.. Don't go too crazy in there Dean." Dolph said smirking at his last statement. He turned around, walking away while waving Dean off. "Have fun!" He yelled as he turned the hallway corner.

Dean let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He shut the door and re-locked it, giving Roman the knowledge of it being safe to come out. Roman peeked his head out from behind one of the lockers and walked out gingerly. He looked at Dean as if he was impressed.

"Nice cover Deano, now Dolph thinks you're some crazy freak in your spare time. Roman said with a wink. Dean just rolled his eyes as he ripped the towel off to dry his hair and face.

"Better than letting him know what situation we were in." He added, being thankful that Dolph actually took the bait.

"Well, if you don't cover up, that same situation is gonna happen again right now.." Roman warned. His gaze was locked on Dean's still hard erection. After being almost caught once, he figured he'd hold back.. At least until they got to the hotel.

Oh shit guys... Little bit of action in this chapter. Roman is finally going to except that he is a little bit curious, and that he has some sort of feelings for Dean.