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Dean shuffled into Roman’s hotel room with his face flushed, his hair disheveled and his belt undone. “You can have this back,” he said, tossing Roman’s cellphone in his general direction. It landed on the bed, a good way from where Roman was sitting with his book. Then Dean planted, face-first, on top of it.
“Remind me again why you can’t use your own phone to sext Seth?” Roman asked. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his brother, but he was pretty sure that he was reaching the limit of how much hand sanitizer an iPhone could safely withstand.
“Mine can’t get pictures,” Dean said, voice muffled by the comforter. Roman had spent a lot of time over the past year contemplating how many problems Seth’s complete inability to learn had caused him, but this was a new angle he had never anticipated.
Roman shoved Dean with his foot. “Don’t fall asleep here,” he said. “You’re going to drool all over my bed.” Roman, unfortunately, knew way too much Dean’s habit of passing out right after he came, the same way he knew that Seth liked to cuddle after sex. If pretending to be asleep while Seth and Dean did a terrible job of trying to be quiet in the next bed was bad, it was nothing compared to when they managed to get separate hotel rooms. Inevitably, that ended in Seth coming to visit him afterwards, lazily stretching as pajama pants slid down his hips and suggesting, in a voice hoarse from screaming, that they watch a movie. Roman considered himself capable of withstanding a large amount of punishment, but Seth tucking the lean, golden lines of his body up against him and resting his two-toned head on Roman’s shoulder while still smelling of sex and Dean was a level of torture significantly above Suplex City.
“So?” Dean said, clearly already half-asleep. “You love me.”
Roman couldn’t argue with that, and resigned himself to his fate. It wasn’t like he hadn’t slept in beds with more mysterious stains on them.
“Yeah, yeah,” Roman grumbled. He leaned down and carded his hand through Dean’s hair, trying to make it look a little less sex-mussed.
“Thanks, brother,” Dean mumbled, and then he was out.
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It didn’t bother Roman that Dean and Seth were still involved with each other. On the contrary, he was glad that they had reached a point where their hatred of each other almost wrapped back around to love. He didn’t understand it, exactly, but it was hard to be upset when Dean walked away from matches with Seth keyed up and ecstatic rather than physically and emotionally devastated.
That didn’t mean that Roman wanted to know exactly how his brothers worked through their aggression now, so he mostly tried not to think about what Dean needed his camera phone for.
He was pretty good at it, too, until he unlocked his phone to check twitter that night and was greeted by a picture of Seth, stretched out naked on a bed with streaks on come on his stomach.
Roman almost dropped his phone. He had long since given up hope that Dean would ever learn to delete these conversations, but usually Roman was just subjected to their pillow talk. This time, Dean had apparently wanted some quality alone time after they’d said goodbye.
Roman swiped the screen to go back to his messages, which didn’t really help, because now he was looking at the same picture, only smaller. He was moving his thumb to leave the conversation and delete it when one of Dean’s texts caught his eye.
you like being covered in your own mess dont you you little slut
you better be planning to clean that up
Roman hesitated. Surely he didn’t mean…?
Almost against his will, Roman scrolled down. Sure enough, there was another picture of Seth. He was staring right into the camera, grinning like he’d just outside-interferenced his way to another victory, while licking his own come off his fingers.
Roman squirmed on his bed. Seth was a fucking enigma. How someone could be such a smug, condescending douchebag one minute and cheerfully devour his own come the next was beyond him. It wasn’t even an efficient way to clean up. Seth was still going to have to take a shower, now he just needed to brush his teeth, too.
However, it looked like Dean hadn’t shared any of these concerns.
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck youre so good
do you always clean up real nice like that
do you lap it off of your daddys silk sheets after he gives it too you good and hard
Roman raised an eyebrow. Was Dean really making a crack about Seth fucking Triple H while they were going at it themselves? It was probably too much to hope that his brothers would be able to leave the trash talking out of the bedroom.
Roman scrolled down again, to find that they couldn’t, and that Seth shared Roman’s feelings on the matter.
jesus christ you’re fucking relentless
with that
your fault you never should have told me that 15yo you whacked it to dx
wait i thought of a better one
when youve been a bad boy and need to be punished
and your daddy puts you over his lap for a
spanking and its too good and you cant
help yourself and you come all over his thighs
do you lick that up to
Roman’s mouth was dry and his ears were buzzing. He’d seen videos of Seth’s early shows, as Tyler Black. It was easy to imagine him getting worked up over crotch-chops, maybe feeling guilty and shy about it as he reached down and –
Roman forcibly stopped the train of thought, but somehow he couldn’t keep his thumb from scrolling down.
fuck fukc fuck
Literally do not say shit like that right now.
Youre making me get hard again and it hurts
good
Roman snorted, relieved at the familiarity of it. At least he could always count on his brothers to get a special kind of joy from causing each other pain, even mid-fuck.
dont make yourself come again
i want your body to be needing me all the time
Asshole. I already need you all the time
That – was strange. What did it matter if Dean wanted Seth to come or not? He couldn’t do anything about it. They couldn’t even see each other without the risk of exposing their relationship. And had Seth made a typo there? Dean didn’t seem to have noticed. Or maybe he’d just been distracted, because right after that Seth changed the subject entirely.
Oh shit J&J are back
I’ve gotta awkwardly walk past them while
covered in my own jizz to the shower now
its a good thing youre such an idiot
itd be easier to hate you if you werent constantly wrecking your own life
Tell that to my championship belt
Okay, I’m really going now.
<3
me too
Roman realized that he’d accidently finished the conversation, and that he was half hard. He honestly wasn’t sure how to feel about this. He’d always imagined that these conversations between his brothers were a lot more vicious and exclusively sexual. It was hard to reconcile their obvious animosity with the almost tender way they signed off. Roman should have known better than to think that anything could keep them away from each other for long. Ring chemistry was one thing, but the connection his brothers had was on a whole different level. It had been obvious from the first day they formed the Shield that they had something special. That there was no room for another person between them.
Roman sat up straight and tapped out of the conversation, intent on deleting it this time. Guilt over violating his brothers’ privacy was already starting to creep over him. The first glance was one thing, but these words – and these pictures – weren’t meant for him. Roman hit “edit” and stopped.
What if there was something in here that he should know? He’d always just assumed that Dean would tell him if something important came up in his conversations with Seth, but if they still loved each other… And, okay, Roman was an adult and he could admit it to himself. He was, maybe, little bit curious, about this aspect of their relationship. He’d spent years hearing them fuck in hotel rooms, or sometimes beds, right next to him and he’d always tried to give them what privacy he could. He’d never wanted to pry into something that didn’t concern him. He knew that his bond with them as brothers, as warriors, was just as important and that it would be selfish to want more. But now his curiosity was sparked and his body was thrumming with arousal and, hell, it was his phone wasn’t it?
Before he could talk himself out of it, Roman left the edit screen and went back into Dean and Seth’s conversation, tapping the top to go back to the beginning. Dean had been the one to start the conversation.
you ready
yeah ive been waiting for you
no punctuation already did you start without me
yes
wanna see?
what a brat
yeah throw it at me i need to catch up
Seth had sent another – or a first, Roman guessed – picture of himself. Roman hesitated momentarily, then clicked on it. In for a penny, in for a pound, when it came to amateur porn of your brothers, he guessed.
In this picture, Seth was sprawled out on the same bed, but the angle only showed from his abs down. His cock was red and hard. He had one hand wrapped around it, his thumb pressed against his glans. Unlike Dean and Roman, he was cut. A single bead of precum had leaked out of his slit.
Roman abruptly realized that his own dick was so hard it was aching. He shifted uncomfortably. Touching himself seemed like it would be going too far, somehow. He read on.
your an eager little slut arent you
thinking about me got you so hot you couldnt wait
start dripping at just the thought of my hands on you
you gonna come too soon again and leave me to fend for myself
dean i
oh jesus
ph fuck plesaes
hands off baby youre getting too close
just breathe it out for a minute
text me back when youre ready
‘Dean’? Seth had been pretty committed to calling him ‘Ambrose’ since his betrayal. Maybe imminent orgasm made it harder for Seth to be a douchebag? And what was Dean up to with all this baby stuff? Roman had a sinking suspicion that Dean really thought it was sexy.
When Seth replied, he seemed a lot more collected. Checking the times on the texts revealed that he’d taken his sweet time about it, but Roman was not thinking about Seth’s knuckles turning white, clenching his sheets to force himself not to give in and allow himself the few strokes it would take to go over the edge, so he kept reading.
Okay, I’m good
Sorry, I didn't mean to get that
worked up without you
its fine you held back for me real good
what was getting you off so much i know you didnt get that primed for me on just your hand
J&J were in the other room and I kept
thinking about whether they could hear me
I just told them I was out of Onnit
and sent them to pick up more
you are honestly such a slut
i know i say that alot but im not dirty talking right now its just a fact
do they know why you sent them out
Oh, definitely
Joey had to physically drag Jamie out of the room
They both looked at me like I was the Cruiserweight
belt and they were number one contenders
nice
have you brought up the dp thing yet
No, I want to know for sure if/when its happening first
I don’t want to do it if you’re not there
such a romantic
dont want 2 dicks stretching your ass unless i ate you out first
Roman had to reread the last part again, then open his browser and do a search for “dp.” Then he had to lock his phone for a little bit and press his palms into his eyes, because there were some things he could never unsee.
He’d always known that Seth was a little bit wild when it came to sex stuff. Seth had never quite managed to stop being smug about it when he convinced Dean to try something new and Dean adored it. Plus Dean would be useless for at least a day afterwards, nearly dropping weights on his foot at the gym and missing his mouth with his fork, wandering over to lick Seth’s ear and mutter about sending Jimmy Jacobs a thank you card. Roman knew the exact date Seth had first rimmed Dean, and he had made his peace with that. He had made his peace with a lot of things, a process that mostly consisted of not thinking about what his brothers did when they were alone together.
He was thinking about it now. He was thinking about Seth pressed between his security, with them gazing at in that worshipful way they did everything – usually Roman found them incredibly irritating, but if anyone was going to splitting his baby brother open it had better be someone who knew how precious he was – with Dean kneeling beside them, wrapping a hand in Seth’s hair, yanking his head back to bite at his throat, that tongue Dean could never seem to keep in his mouth dragging across Seth’s jugular while he stared forward in challenge –
Roman suddenly realized that he was pressing the heel of his hand into his erection through his pants, grinding up desperately into the pressure. He needed to stop this. He shouldn’t be getting off on this, the image of his brothers together. Roman may have called Seth his best friend once and maybe he and Dean had the kind of bond you only got by going through hell together, but Roman wasn’t going to delude himself into thinking he could make a dent in Dean and Seth’s relationship. Wrestling soul mates, he reminded himself. Them, not him.
Roman moved his hand away from his crotch. He’d gone half-soft, anyway. He picked up his phone again and considered it. He almost didn’t want to keep reading, but he felt committed now. He wanted to feel this intimacy with his brothers. Maybe it was pathetic, but if this was all he was ever going to get, he at least wanted to savor it.
So he really wasn’t expecting it when Seth’s next line was:
Ha ha ha. That reminds me, did you ask
Roman about the 3some yet?
Roman read it, then read it again. It just didn’t make sense to him. Dean’s response was more logical, at least.
no
Seriously? How long have you been
putting this off now? Grow some balls,
Ambrose
fuck you
I dont want to fuck everything up
I don't exactly have alot of friends left if he decides to ditch me too
PLEASE. Don't try to pin this on me,
you’ve been avoiding it for years
How can you ask him to use his phone
for sex but you can’t say you want to
blow him?
i dont want to blow him
fuck off
“I’m threatened by Roman Reigns’
masculinity and I desperately crave his
cock down my throat”
“Also if I finally fucked him I could
probably get over my weird competitive
jealousy instead of constantly boring Seth
with it”
- Lunatic Fringe Dean Ambrose
thats the second shittiest impression of me you’ve ever done
You mean my second best
Your personal failings aside,
I really don’t understand why
you won’t just tell him
Even back in the Shield, you always
didn’t want me to invite him
Even when anyone could see you were
gagging for some Samoan cock
Are you caught up to me now?
Roman had to put the phone down, head reeling. Seth had wanted to invite him into their bed back in the Shield? But he’d never shown any interest in Roman, sexually. Seth had practically treated him like a eunuch. Why else would he crawl into Roman’s bed to cuddle while his boyfriend slept off his orgasm or do his stretches right out of the shower without bothering to get dressed first? Why would he present these nearly insurmountable temptations unless he thought there was just no possibility that Roman was interested?
Well, maybe because he wanted Roman to do something. Looking back, it was embarrassingly obvious. Seth wasn’t Dean – he had a basic grasp of social boundaries. And it wasn’t like Seth didn’t know how he looked. He used to complain that the vests hid too much of his body. “I worked hard for these abs,” he would gripe. “Why are we drowning in these ugly tac vests? This is bullshit.”
Seth wasn’t the world’s worst accidental tease, he’d wanted Roman to want him.
And Seth thought Dean had been interested in him? That didn’t make sense at all. Roman and Dean had always clashed, although it had been more of a friendly rivalry at first. Still, Dean had always been getting in Roman’s face about everything, snapping at him for no reason. Sometimes it seemed like Roman just existing pissed Dean off. Roman couldn’t imagine Dean harboring some secret – he blushed just thinking about it – craving for his cock. Hell, he couldn’t imagine Dean craving his cock now and they were closer than they’d ever been.
That was probably right, Roman decided. If there was anything he’d learned in the past year, it was that Seth wasn’t nearly as smart as he thought he was. Seth must be wrong about this, just like he was wrong about most things, these days. Dean would never be interested in Roman like that and clearly whatever interest Seth had in him wasn’t enough to make him jeopardize his relationship with Dean.
Roman ignored the fact that his cock, in defiance of reason, had perked right up again at the first mention of a threesome with his brothers and gave no sign of flagging this time. He was not going to get his hopes up, not after all this time. He was going to allow himself to wallow for as long as it took him to finish the conversation, and then he was going to put these feelings away again. He was not going to rock the boat now, when he and his brothers could finally stand to be halfway decent to each other again.
He did allow himself to reread Seth’s last texts, feeling his ears heat up as he did.
Even when anyone could see you were
gagging for some Samoan cock
Are you caught up to me now?
fuck yes
have you started opening yourself up yet?
I was using my fingers before you texted
show me
With shaking fingers, Roman opened the next picture. It was a close up of Seth’s hole, with three of his fingers pressed up inside. He’d used so much lube that it dripped obscenely onto the sheets. The picture was at a weird angle, probably because Seth couldn’t see what he was doing. Roman gave in and reached down to give his returned erection a little relief.
fuck that looks good
i bet youd scream so good for me if i got my tongue in there right now
youd open right up for me wouldn't you
thrash around and beg for more while i lapped all that lube up
made you slick yourself up again before id give you my dick
Youre too fucking good at this
Can I put the toy in now
no
i want you wet and empty for me little longer
clamp down can you feel how bad you need me
Yes I need it so bad
I wish your cock was here to fill me up :(
you have to wait five more minutes because of that face
are you fucking serious?
Oh my god you are
I cannot believe you
Wait im going to send you a pic of how empty
i am
oh no not your sweet ass
what a terrible punishment
are you sure you want to send me all these pictures though
after what happened the other time
Ambrose don't pretend you have
any idea how to use twitter
Seth had sent another picture. It was pretty similar to the last one, but at a different awkward angle and his fingers weren’t in his ass anymore. Instead, his hole was stretched and open and wet. Roman was scrambling for his zipper before he quite realized what he was doing, yanking his pants open clumsily. He managed, with great force of will, to keep his hand over his underwear. Even that indirect touch felt almost too good. How would it feel to get in Seth’s ass, how did Dean feel when he fucked him open. Roman had seen Dean’s dick before, it would look so good working its way in, spreading Seth even wider. Would Dean groan and gasp as he pressed in or would he be silent, biting down on his lip or Seth’s shoulder to keep his composure? Roman could feel his precum seeping through his underwear, his cock twitching is his hand.
im going to figure out how just so i can post that
maybe ill ask roman for help
Roman groaned, curling his fingers over the head of his dick.
please do
go in there right now and show him
don't stuff your cock back in your pants first either
let him see everything
offer to suck him if he does it for you
Roman fumbled the phone and cursed, dropping it on the floor as he scrambled for it. He had to stumble off the bed to retrieve it, a task made more difficult by the fact that he couldn’t bring himself to pull his hand off his cock to do it. God, the thought of it – Dean on his knees, using his smart mouth on Roman’s cock, curling that long tongue of his over Roman’s crown – probably drooling all over it, Dean always seemed to produce twice as much saliva as the average person – he’d want to control the whole thing, would get pissy if Roman tried to thrust or grab him or anything – Roman would have to stay still if he wanted Dean to finish him, dig his nails into his palms and take what Dean wanted to give him –
He finally got the phone back and unlocked and slumped back onto the bed to read.
get each other off while you show
everyone what a slut i am for you
fuck can I please put it in now?
yeah babe
i bet it goes in real easy
show me when youre stuffed full
do you think j&j would like to see that
maybe you should put together a slideshow for them
when you ask them to fuck you
why this bitch is right for you
you can present it at the next authority meeting
and maybe if youre very lucky youll get bent over
and fucked by all six of them
the sixth is stephanie not orton
no way does that woman not own a strap-on
Roman had to slide his hand into his underwear just looking at the thumbnail of the next picture. Seth’s legs were spread wide, toes curling in the sheets, and a huge gold dildo was practically splitting him in half. Roman thrust up into his fist. There was no way that Dean hadn’t picked out that monstrosity. The color, the size – it had been a dare, and Roman could picture it, Dean presenting it to Seth and laughing himself sick, Seth scoffing at him but spending ages stretching and slicking himself, easing it in, gasping at the strain and the pleasure of it but not wanting, not being able to let Dean win –
Roman almost tipped over the edge and had to use the last vestiges of his self-control to yank his hand back. He didn’t want to come yet, not when Dean and Seth hadn’t. Even though they had, earlier that day, even though this was just a memory of them together. Roman wasn’t at the end of the conversation yet, and if Dean had managed to hold it together through that picture, so could he.
Roman pushed away any thoughts of weird competitive jealousy and read on.
god you take that so good
im so glad you like my present i spent a lot of time picking it out for you
i was worried it wouldnt fit in the briefcase but i made it work
you fucking yourself good w it baby
yess so good i
you dont gotta right back baby just get yourself off
dont touch your dick though just fuck yourself
youre gonna need to work on stretching yourself out if you want to take j&j at once
or maybe not maybe theyll slide in real smooth
maybe they could just yank that vibe out and jump in
theyre just practice too just something to work up to the main even w me and roman
because we dont have cruiserweight cocks
were going to wreck you
dadfkjs djl l
yeah dont worry about it baby
well make sure youre ready
ill eat you out until youre sobbing nd begging for it
trying to fuck your hand the bed anything
but you cant bc romans holding you down
finally when your good and wrecked ill sit you on his dick
and you know how big he is youd feel it even if i just yanked your toy out of you
id let you ride him for a while fuck yourself stupid on his cock and beg for more before i gave it to you
slide my fingers in with his cock stretch you more than you can stand
maybe its too much for you maybe you come even though no ones touched your cock still but it doesnt matter
well just keep going
by the time im in you with him your crying you barely know hwere you are
we dont care it feels too good to be pressed together inside you
maybe you come again maybe youre begging us to stop
when we finally come its so much you can feel it leaking out of you for days
just dripping out of you because your fucked out hole cant keep it in
turn the vibe on
fuck sweet jesus god dean
did you come
yes i fucking came. how are you so good
at this its unreal
show me
Seth sent another photo, the first photo Roman had seen and Roman could finally let himself go. He dropped the phone and shoved his pants down, scrambling for his dick and pumped his hips desperately, wildly. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, about Seth whining and begging for them, beautiful and vulnerable and strong, taking everything they could give, holding them together. Feeling Dean, wild, uncontrollable, wonderful Dean pressed against him, hot with blood and closer than two people could be, challenging him and supporting him and making him better than he could ever be on his own. Roman slid a thumb over his head and came so hard it felt like a physical blow. He slammed his head back into the bed and arched into it, vision going white with pleasure as his cock pulsed again and again. When it was finally over he collapsed, feeling like he’d just been thrown through three Spanish announce tables.
Dazed, he reached for the phone again.
what about you?
im fucking close and that last pics really doing it for me
you like being covered in your own mess dont you you little slut
you better be planning to clean that up
Roman dropped the phone on his chest. Back where he started. He should really get up, clean up the bed. Clean up himself.
Delete the conversation.
Roman dragged a hand over his face. Okay, so Dean and Seth thought he was hot. It wasn’t a surprise and it didn’t mean anything. They were all good looking guys. Attraction happened. It wasn’t the same thing as love.
The phone buzzed and Roman jumped. Guilt flooded him when he saw it was a text from Dean, but he tried to push it aside. Dean had just laughed whenever Roman caught a glimpse of these conversations before. He probably wouldn’t care, if he knew that Roman had just done. Probably.
Roman wiped his hand off on the sheets and grabbed his phone again to read Dean’s text.
hey brother i just realized that i forgot
to delete my texts with seth again
hope you didnt see anything to
traumatizing
Roman cringed. Knowing that Dean probably wouldn’t care was a far cry from actually telling him. He couldn’t help but feel like Dean would somehow know what he’d just done.
Well, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able
to look Seth in the eye again, but
I managed to look away before I
saw anything too shocking
It sounded like the worst kind of forced casualness to Roman. Dean must suspect that something was up, a conviction that grew as the minutes ticked by without a response.
When Dean finally texted back, all he said was: oh good. Roman frowned at his phone. Why had it taken him so long to type that? Did Dean suspect something? It was unusual for him to not take advantage of a golden opportunity to give Roman a hard time like this.
Roman hesitated over the keyboard. Should he come clean? Ask if something was wrong? God knew that Dean never responded well to that. Before he could make a decision, Dean texted him something else.
man youve gotta stop respecting my
privacy so much youre gonna give me
a complex
Roman frowned at his phone. Why? He wrote back.
its like you dont even want to see my
awesome dirty talk
im handing you my best work and you
keep deleting it without even reading it
im starting to think you dont even want
to be a part of my sex life
Then, just slightly too long after the last text:
im joking
Roman stared at his phone for a long time. Even when anyone could see you were gagging for some Samoan cock, he thought, involuntarily. Before he could himself out of it, Roman wrote back.
Maybe I’ll take a look next time.
Don’t want my boy to feel unappreciated.
I’ll even give you some tips on where you can improve
dont embarass yourself trying to show
me up here
which one of us is the titty master again
Roman wrote back something dumb about Seth not having titties, but his mind was no longer on the conversation. Dean had just handed him an engraved invitation to read his sexts to Seth – not only that, but he wanted to talk about it after. Roman felt like all the assumptions he’d been making since the Shield formed were being dumped on their heads. If Dean was willing to share Seth with him like this, then just maybe…
Roman wasn’t quite ready to believe that Dean wanted him like that yet, but for the first time in a long time, he let himself hope.