As in my other works of fan-fiction...EVERYTHING within is a work of pure fantasy, NOTHING I write is a reflection or suggestion on the real life of any of the mentioned characters. I do not own WWE or any of it's people, I'm just playing with them for your enjoyment. This is a Slash story (SAME-SEX). If you do not like this genre...I respect that...If you continue to read...you have been warned. :)

This chapter was a little shorter than I planned, but things got so heated my computer couldn't handle much more. ;)

Dean relaxed on the bed, allowing Roman to position him as he wanted, once he got him naked except for the brace. Reminding Roman he was supposed to take it easy, Dean smirked when he heard a mumble that sounded like 'yeah right, screw that!' out of Roman as he slowly got up and headed for the suitcase and the special, little bag it contained. Seeing that bag emerge made Dean shiver in delight. What was Roman up to? Before coming back to the bed, the handsome Samoan fetched a towel from the wash area and Dean noticed that Roman had one of the little bottles of gel from that toy kit in his hand. Dean's swelling heat was at full attention when Roman climbed up beside him and ready to play.

Having Dean lift his hips, Roman slid the towel underneath him, then when he was flat again, knelt between the spread legs. Roman slowly began to run his hands up and down Dean's thighs for a few minutes before rising up and carefully laying his body onto the smaller man's, kissing the plump lips that begged for his attention. Dean loved the feel of Roman on top of him, his cock was aching for so much attention, the feeling of it being trapped between their bodies was fantastic. He loved it and Roman knew it.

Roman moved a little and the friction of their bodies was such sweet torture, it ripped a moan straight up from the toes of the younger man. Rocking his hips slowly until his lover was moaning and squirming below him, Roman grinned at the amount of noise Dean was making, and deliberately added some pressure to stir Dean up more. The sounds of raw lust that ripped free from the younger man were deeply satisfying to hear. Slowly rising up, Roman looked over his lover's body and nodded, making a sound of satisfaction.

"So damned beautiful baby boy! So beautiful and all mine! Aren't you? All mine!" Dean nodded, gasping as he felt cool gel in the hand that wrapped around his aching stiffness.

"God Ro! Mmmmmm!" Thrusting up into the big hand shamelessly and with no self control when Roman's hands were on him, Dean's eyes rolled and he moved with the big hand that felt so damned good. Roman knew him so damned well, god that was so fucking good! Oh God! The gel Roman was using was the stuff that made things more intense! Hips raising in rhythm with the big man, groaning at the intensified sensations he was feeling, Dean couldn't focus on anything but the fact Roman was working his cock real good and next to sex, it was his favorite thing to feel, that or a blow job. Oh whoa! Big fingers damp with the gel slowly circled around the puckered area right under his balls.

"Too bad I'm supposed to 'take it easy', instead of having you blow me I would have been buried deep up your ass!"

"Fuuuuck Ro!" Dean licked his lips and almost yelped as a thick digit slowly slid into him. Slowly, bit by bit, going a little deeper, then retreating before going a little deeper, Roman fucked him with one finger, then two, that damned gel driving him crazy. Dean automatically began to bring his knees up towards his shoulders trying to get Roman to stroke his prostate, something he had somehow not done yet, or was he just doing it this way without touching him deliberately? Grumbling at the older man and telling him to stop teasing him and help him get off, Dean earned himself an amused chuckle.

Body jerking wildly in the next instant, Dean got exactly what he asked for! Sudden firm strokes on his sweet spot and the ginger blond had to shove a pillow in his face to muffle his noise as he tried not to scream in delight. Roman was relentless and with one hand stroked him with a very firm grip in a rhythm that grew faster and faster while the two fingers assaulted his prostate, making Dean thrash as his pleasure increased rapidly until he could almost feel his climax ready to start.

Then without warning Roman gripped him at the right moment to prevent his climax, forcing him to calm just a bit, ignoring the cursing from his blue eyed lover, Roman smirked at him and told him behave, or he would keep this up all night! After a few more moments Roman began to stroke him again, building his pleasure again until he was almost ready to cum, and begging to be allowed to, then the damned actions to calm him began again. Once more that happened, practically driving Dean insane... Then Roman stopped, taking his hands away from him, startling Dean badly, what was wrong? Had his cursing Roman for teasing him pissed him off?

Pulling the pillow away from his face as he felt the big man leave the bed, a tremor of worry ripped through Dean, until he saw Roman coming back to the bed, fully erect, and opening a condom. Eyes glazing over...the shiver of anticipation as he could just feel what was going to happen, and a whimper of need escaped him. Dean was panting heavily as he began to obey Roman's directions, getting up and allowing the Samoan to lay back down where he had just been, so he was 'following doctor's orders'. Dean rose up to straddle the thick thighs as instructed.

Mouth watering at the sight of that thick throbbing cock, knowing he'd be feeling that deep inside him in moments, Dean shuddered. Roman helped him balance then position himself so when he sat down on Roman's lap, he had that enormous staff in him all the way to the base. Dean had not wanted to wait for any more preliminaries, the bite of pain as he was stretched suddenly was lost in the sheer ecstasy of the fat tip stroking his prostate, and then the rub of the length as it delved deeper.

Wordless sounds escape Dean's mouth as he began to rapidly rise and fall on Roman. Scolding softly, the raven haired man told him to slow down, he didn't want to hurt him.

"Fuck that Ro! I need you so bad now! It has to be hard and fast...I don't care if...aw fuuuuuuu!" Dean jerked as his cock was suddenly being roughly stroked in a firm grip with the same amount of force he was riding his lover with. Moaning nonsensical things as he bounced, he felt big hips rising to greet his descent. Suddenly he let out a whooshing sound as the air was partially knocked from his lungs as Roman rolled them quickly so Dean was on his back, he was on top, and the big man began to pound the daylights out of the ginger blond.

"Fuck taking it easy!" The big man growled and gave Dean probably the hardest pounding he had ever given him. Moaning and squirming underneath Roman as he was deliberately pinning him, and moving so as he thrust, he rubbed Dean's cock as it was caught between them again. Big balls slapped his ass as Roman thrust. A sharp nip on his shoulder, dominating hands that held him so tight, not allowing any movement save for the Ohioan's hips to be able to rise to meet his partner's movements. The air was charged with a wild electricity as they moved together. The wildness drove them both to a quick and strong completion.

Feeling the serious pounding rock him back and forth on the mattress, Dean could care less that he would probably not be able to sit comfortably later, he was feeling fucking phenomenal right now. Moaning Roman's name, clutching to the big body with his free arm, submitting to the wild and plundering kisses that left his head spinning, Dean felt the wild tingles that signaled he was about to cum. Chanting Roman's name then stiffening and making a low keening sound, Dean felt the hot gushes erupt from his over sensitive body and create a small, slippery puddle between them.

Dean's orgasmic waves made him clench down hard on the behemoth inside of him in a milking motion that set off Roman's climax. Cursing in a mix of Italian and Samoan, and arching up, releasing his vital fluid, the long haired man looked like an exotic God to his lover as he seemed locked in position briefly, his long hair an ebony curtain that draped around his face. So beautiful, strong, 100% the perfect alpha male, and always knowing what would feel best for the younger man.

Breathing slowing, bodies relaxing and cooling, the two lovers slowly pulled apart. Roman cradled Dean for a short while before coaxing him up to go shower off. In the warm spray, bodies close together, the lovers kissed gently, any excess energy in either of them, exhausted. After washing each other off, they cuddled and kissed tenderly as the remnants of soap bubbles swirled down the drain. Gray eyes kept locking with Blue, mirrors reflecting love between them before they finally exited the shower to dry and dress.

Airing the room as best could be done with a window that only opened four inches, both men were midway through a relaxing nap when a soft tap echoed through the room, coming from the door. Mumbling something even he wasn't sure of, Dean rolled and went to let the trainer enter so he could check on Roman. Twice more the man entered throughout the night. If he didn't know they were lover's before, he no doubt had a damn good idea now, both had cuddled close in one bed, the other untouched. Not that it made any difference, 'the higher ups' knew about Roman and Dean, and they didn't care they were a couple.

With the 'visits' in the night, neither Roman and Dean slept as well as they could of otherwise. They rode with Roman's cousins for a couple of days which was always entertaining but not as romantic, they could hold hands, sneak in a couple quick kisses and cuddles now and then, but until Roman was cleared to drive and wrestle two days later, that was their lot. At least the twins were accepting of their relationship, even if they did tease now and then. There would be time to get even with those characters later, all Dean wanted, at the moment was some alone time with Roman.

Thank you for reading. Have a Blessed Day! Xoxox :)