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A year.
It had been a year since that fateful night. But, to Roman Reigns, this had been the best year of his life. Oddly, he had Seth Rollins to thank for that. If he hadn't done what he did, he wouldn't have realized how much Dean meant to him or how much he wanted them to be more than friends.
It started small because Dean was still so hung up on Seth and his sadistic hold on him that he didn't even realize things were beginning to grow between the two. Roman, for his part, was patient, making sure Dean knew he was going to keep his promise. He was there for him, holding him when he was so low he was shivering in the showers under icy water as everything hit him again. It was the guilt that ate at Dean, the guilt at letting Seth do what he did to Roman. He never really seemed to care about his own well being.
“I'm f-fucked up al-already, Ro.” He had said through chattering teeth. “But how c-could I let him d-do that to you…”
All he could do then was put his arm over Dean's shoulder and hold him until the shuddering - not all of it from the cold - stopped.
Slowly Dean started coming around, happier and more like himself the longer he was out of Seth's grasp. That's when Roman realized he might be in love with the Lunatic Fringe and, in a twist of fate, he might just love him back.
They became official six months ago, the night Dean successfully won the intercontinental title back. Roman had sprinted out to the ring and swept Dean up in a hug so tight he was sure the younger man was going to be sore. Dean hefted the title above his head proudly, the happiest Roman had seen him in months. “I did it!” He yelled over and over.
When they made it into the back, he couldn't stop staring at it in his hands, dimples dotting his cheeks because he hadn't stopped smiling yet. “I did it.” He muttered to himself over and over like he couldn't believe it. It warmed Roman's heart to see Dean so happy. In a happy turn of events, Dean looked at Roman with such elation and grabbed the Samoan by his gear and pressed their lips together. Roman melted into it, running his hands through Dean's sweaty hair and sighing happily.
“Thank you.” He had said, lips still centimeters apart, their breaths intermingling in the moment. Neither had opened their eyes yet, preferring to let the close feeling wash over them in a wave of contentment.
Roman opened his eyes first, a bit confused at the statement. “For what?”
Dean looked at him then, the softness in his sparkling blues was enough to send another wave of happiness through him. “For letting me do that.”
Roman smirked then, “In that case, thank you.”
“For what?”
“Letting me do this.”
Roman took Dean by the back of the head and pressed their lips together again, pushing forward until Dean's back connected with the wall behind him. Roman took control then, moving from his mouth down to Dean's neck where his kisses became softer and more loving. Despite Dean's gasps for more, Roman wanted him to know he was adored. He kissed every piece of exposed skin gently, from his shoulders down to his hands.
“I love you, Roman.” Dean said suddenly and the Samoan looked up quickly. It wasn't something Dean said lightly, he knew that for a fact. For him to say such a thing was a gift. He smiled softly then, dimples again dotting his face. “You saved me. I don't know if you feel the same but -”
Roman cut him off by kissing his lips again, far softer and more loving than before. “I love you too.”
Their first official date was the following night and they had been together since.
Funny how life works out sometimes.
Now they were about to celebrate their six month anniversary and Roman had a nice weekend planned. Thankfully they had the next few days to themselves, WWE having granted their request far ahead of time. But he wanted to keep it a secret, a surprise for Dean.
They left early that morning, Roman laughing at the bedhead rats nest that was Dean at 5am. He was still half asleep when he piled into Roman's truck.
“Where are we going at the ass crack of dawn, Ro?” He yawned, shimmying down in the seat so he could rest his head on the door.
He smirked at him, noting the way the early morning light seemed to catch Dean's skin in a way that almost made him glow. “I'm not telling you.”
“Ugh!” Was his reply and he pulled his beanie down to cover his eyes as Roman started the car and pulled off onto the street. Dean Ambrose was not a morning person.
However, by hour four he was a figiting mess. “C’mon, just tell me!”
“No.” Roman chuckled. “I told you, it was a surprise.”
“I'll give you a blowjob if you tell me.”
“Tempting as that is, the answer is still no.”
He didn't see the smirk on the younger man's face but he did feel the nimble fingers begin to fumble with his fly. He almost pushed them away, but rather looked at Dean with a quizzical expression. “What are you doing? The answer is still no.”
Dean managed to get a hand on Roman's cock and began stroking him as best he could with his left hand and the confined space. “Well, maybe I'm just bored. And since you won't tell me where we're going, I'll have to occupy myself some other way.”
Roman gasped as Dean's hand squeezed just the right way and the car swerved a bit. “You're going to cause an accident doing that.”
The younger man leaned in closer, pressing his chest into Roman's side and whispering into his ear with that raspy voice that sent all the blood from the rest of his body to his groin. “You should probably pull over.”
And he did just that, finding a secluded spot with just enough tree coverage that anyone passing by wouldn't think anything of it. “Get in the back seat, lover boy.”
Dean grinned triumphantly and did just that. Roman followed suit, climbing on top of him and immediately pressing their lips together. He managed to get at Dean's belt and tugged it free, tossing it somewhere in the car. They'd find it later. Dean was already making quick work of getting the rest of Roman's pants undone and pulling them down his thighs, again wrapping a hand around the Samoans already hard member.
“Fuck!” He bit out and Dean stopped to look at him.
“What?”
“Lubes in the trunk.”
There was that smirk that sent shivers down Roman's spine. Dean reached into the pocket behind the driver's seat and pulled a small tube free. “Good thing we left this here from last time then.”
Roman laughed, loudly, and grabbed Dean by the back of the head to pull him into another bruising kiss. The younger man's pants here down far enough now that Roman could get at him. Taking the bottle, he poured some of the clear liquid onto his fingers and pushed a digit against his lovers tight entrance, enjoying the view of Dean's eyes closing and him biting his lip. “You like that, baby?”
“Fuck yes!”
He pressed his finger all the way in and smirked at the gratifying whine that Dean tried to hold in. He loved when he could pull those desperate little sounds out of him.
“God, Roman…” He breathed, more like panted. Oh, and that groan that seemed to come from deep in his body when Roman crooked his finger was enough for the Samoan to almost lose it right there.
He added a second finger and by this time Dean was squirming so much for more contact it was getting harder to find a good position in the crowded back seat. “Quit squirming!”
“Ow, cramp!”
“Well, I told you to quit moving so much!” Roman laughed.
“Well, if you'd quit playing around and fuck me, we wouldn't have this problem, now would we?”
With a small growl, he leaned forward over Dean's knees the best he could and kissed him. “Can you turn over?”
A wink, “Anything for you, babe.”
He didn't quite know how he did it, but Dean managed to wiggle his way onto his stomach, pushed as far against the door as he could be without actually being absorbed into it. In the small space, Roman kissed at Dean's neck and lined himself up, having already coated himself in lube. “You ready?”
“If you don't get in me soon, I'm going to go find another Samoan badass to do this for me!”
“Good luck with that.” Roman chuckled and pressed the head of his dick forward, groaning as Dean's body accepted him with such little resistance.
“Jesus fuck!” Dean gasped out and his head fell against the window.
Once he was all the way in, he stopped for a few moments to not only allow Dean to get used to the intrusion, but to also calm himself down before he came to soon. Dean was so snug, so warm, he could barely breathe.
Deans pressing back into him and a muttered “fucking move!” snapped him out of it and he began pulling out slowly and rocking his hips back in. He knew Dean hated that, preferring a more rough approach to sex, but Roman loved torturing him with slow, even thrusts. He knew the younger man would complain about it, but admit he liked it later. “Fuck, Dean, you're so good!”
Dean didn't reply, instead clenching his hands on the door and biting his lip as he moaned and gasped with every snap of Roman's hips. It wasn't long before he could feel that familiar warmth begin to pool in his abdomen, he was so close...so close.
“Fuck! harder!” Dean grunted between clenched teeth. “Jesus, almost there…”
Roman sped up, roughly snapping his hips against Dean's ass. The sound of skin on skin the only noise other than the moans and panted breaths.
Dean came first, grabbing a hold of the door handle and pulling it off. Roman should be mad about that, being as he only had this car for a few months, but Dean's inner muscles pulsing around him was too good. A few more frantic thrusts and he came hard enough to see stars flash in front of his eyes. He collapsed on top of his lover and both lay there for a long few moments as Roman's dick remained softening inside Dean.
“I love you.” He breathed into the back of his neck and kissed just behind Dean's ear. “You owe me a door handle.”
Dean smiled, still breathless, and passed the broken piece of plastic back, “Here. One door handle.”
That's when they heard the tap on the glass. They both looked up and immediately began scrambling to pull their clothes back on, Roman pulling out of Dean as slowly as he could with a state patrol officer glaring through the window at them. He thanked his lucky stars for tinted windows.
“You boys having fun?” He said through the thin piece of glass, obviously not amused in the slightest. “Please step out of the vehicle.”
“Fuck!” Dean spat and pulled his jeans up as best he could. Roman knew he was probably going through his mind trying to figure out if there were any warrants out for him in this state. Old habits die hard, apparently.
They both did as instructed, standing at the side of the truck with a statie staring at them over his mirrored sunglasses.
“We're sorry officer.” Roman said preemptively, hoping to appease the officer right off the bat. Dean just laughed at his side.
“Do you two think this is funny?”
Dean snorted a stifled laugh. “Depends on how you look at it, really.”
Roman elbowed him in the ribs, but the damage had been done. The officer crossed his arms over his chest and immediately demanded their IDs. Once handed over, he went back to his cruiser and ran their information. In the meantime, Roman glared at Dean who was smiling ear to ear, obviously finding this situation hilarious. “Would you stop it.”
“C’mon, Ro!” He laughed. “We're about to get a ticket for fucking. You gotta think that's a little bit funny.”
A ghost of a smile lifted one corner of Roman's mouth but he composed himself quickly. “This is all your fault. You and your sexy ass.”
“I will gladly own up to this one!” Dean chuckled. “Hell, I'll even pay the ticket!”
The officer returned and handed them back their identification and a slip of paper. “You two be on your way.”
Roman pocketed the ticket and nodded at the cop. “Thank you, sir.”
“And no more of this…fraternizing.”
Dean chuckled and Roman whacked him. “We won't.”
“Good.” Said the officer. “Now get.”
They both climbed into the truck, Dean laughing the entire time, and pulled back onto the main road.
The officer stayed and watched them leave before pulling out his cellphone and dialing a practiced number. The man answered on the third ring. “Hello?”
“They're headed toward the State Camp Ground. They should be there within the hour.”
“Good. Thank you.”
There was a click and the call was disconnected.