(A/N: hello darlings. The following fic contains slash. As in m/m content. If you are against this, sexytimes, and/or violence and foul language, please click away. If you are not, enjoy~

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in the WWE. I do not own the WWE. If I did, it wouldn't be PG)

Chapter 1: TLC

Seth leaned heavily on Dean an Roman, delirious. The whole world was moving in an obnoxiously...diagonal angle. He heard Dean above him screaming something along the lines of "that's what happens" or something but he was more focused on trying not to fall head first to the cold steel plates on the ramp.

Once they got backstage, Roman picked up the panting two toned man bridal style, he and Dean quickly making their way over to the trainer's room. They swarmed around them, checking all of them for wounds and extensive damage.

"Okay boys, you'll all be fine. Seth has a minor concussion, however. He may be a bit out of it for a while. Don't let him sleep as soon as you get to the hotel. He's a bit weak in the knees as well so he may need a bit of assistance walking until tomorrow" the trainer told them. Roman and Dean nodded, each wrapping one of Seth's arms around their necks before helping him out of the room and down the hall.

The three walked past a steaming Ryback, who only smirked at the sight of a babbling Seth. Dean snarled and was about to lunge when Roman held him back with an arm. "Cut it the fuck out Dean. We need to get Seth out of here" he grunted. Dean's pale eyes narrowed before he cursed, walking by and doing his best not to let Ryback's barking laughter get to him.

They made it to the locker room when Seth began to formulate actual words. "Sweaty...shower...Ngh" Seth groaned. Dean ran a hand through his hair. "How the fuck are we supposed to do this?" He questioned. Roman sighed and started removing Seth's vest. "How do you think? We need to wash him" he muttered. Seth blinked owlishly at Roman before giggling. "What? Hell no! " he protested. Roman pulled off Seth's shirt and fixed Dean with a look. "He can't do this by himself. Now you can make this easier and help or you can shut the hell up. We'd do the same if you were in his shoes and I sure as hell hope you'd do the same if it was me" he lectured.

"I'm not gay"
"I never said you were"

With that, Roman unbuckled Seth's belt, easing it out of the holes and unbuttoning his pants. Dean stood off to the side, watching as Roman undressed Seth effortlessly. The Samoan then went to strip himself of his own clothes. Dean sighed and did the same. The two grabbed Seth and helped him into the shower area. Seth's head rolled back onto Dean's shoulder. "Guys?" He questioned slowly. "What Seth?" Dean questioned. Seth giggled drunkly.

"The world is spinning" he snickered. Roman sighed and turned on the water. "Can you wash yourself?" He questioned. Seth blinked before nodding. He stumbled, however, when he went to grab the shower gel. Dean grabbed his shoulders and Roman sighed, quickly cleaning Seth's upper body. He paused at Seth's waist, frowning. Dean handed Seth the washcloth. "C'mon Seth" Dean muttered, lightly slapping Seth's cheek. Seth smiled cheekily, grabbing onto Roman's shoulder for leverage before cleaning himself. Dean and Roman looked away, trying to drown out the small sighs Seth let out.

He swung on the balls of his feet and stood under the spray, enjoying the feel of the water. His team members couldn't help but to sneak a few glances at the two toned man, watching as the water ran down his body. He yawned, eyes fluttering. "I'm sleepy..."he murmured. Roman frowned and helped Seth exit the shower before drying him off. "You can't Seth. The doctors said you need to stay up a few hours" he told him firmly, putting a pair of basketball shorts on him and rounding up their gear. Dean lit up a cigarette and turned his back on Seth.

The smaller man grinned, climbing up on his back and pressing his face into Dean's shoulder. Dean nearly dropped his cigarette and Seth but he managed to grab hold of his team mate by holding him up by his bottom. Roman shouldered all of their bags and lead the way out, holding the door for Dean.

The men quickly made their way to the hotel with Seth mumbling under his breath from time to time. Dean carried Seth up to the room, dropping the smaller man onto the bed before collapsing at his side. Seth yawned and looked at Roman. "Can I sleep now, Rome?" He wined. Roman eased himself onto his own bed, nodding.

"Go to sleep Seth"

(8:34 am)

Seth awoke the next day with a killer headache. He groaned loudly, cutting off Dean, who was on the middle of talking to Roman in hushed tones. The auburn looked over, seeing Seth approach them.

The smallest man scratched his head, a small pout on his face. "Why do I feel like I ran into a brick wall?" He questioned. "Because Ryback threw your scrawny ass off of a ladder and through two or three tables" Dean snorted. Seth's eyes slowly grew and he ran to the bathroom, checking his head for stitches and his face for bruises. He relaxed slowly when he saw there were none.

"I completely blanked out after that...did...did we win?" He questioned nervously, eyes darting two and fro from Dean and Roman. Dean crossed his arms and Roman couldn't help but think Seth was cute in this particular moment, flustered and all. He banished the thought as fast as it came.

"Yes Seth. We won" he answered. Seth's face lit up and he ran to his partners, tossing an arm over each of their shoulders and pulling them into a hug. Both men accepted. They were used to Seth's clingy nature by now.

Seth was the kind of person who didn't trust others easily, same as Dean and Roman. However, once he opened up, he'd show it. Seth unconsciously craved physical contact with those he trusted, which of course only left Roman, Dean, and Punk as the ones who got to feel this side of him. Seth would always turn to excessive touching during emotional times, and it was a habit that carried on into the ring. Roman and Dean were his best friends even before they debuted and Seth had grown close to Punk after a while.

Seth stepped back, swaying gently. "We won...we should celebrate!" He cheered. Dean put his cigarette out in an ashtray before grabbing some aspirin. "Take these." He orders, handing Seth a glass of water. Seth takes them gratefully and swallows down the pills. "Does it hurt?" Roman questioned, touching Seth's temple. Seth leaned into the touch instinctively but shook his head.

"It doesn't hurt anymore than it's expected to" he said honestly. "We should stay in today then. I'll go run down to get some food" Roman told them, going to get his keys. "Rome wait!" Seth called once he reached the door. Roman looked back. Seth shuffled cutely. "Can you grab one of those strawberry shortcakes from that bakery down the street?" He questioned. Roman chuckled and nodded.

"Sure Seth. Just get some rest" and then he left.

-Fin-

(A/N: hello everyone! I'm working on a new story schedule. This little jem will be posted on Saturdays, YNA will be posted on Sundays...blah. I'll put the schedule up on my profile in a bit. Enjoyed? Leave a review plz. I love feedback. Feel free to leave suggestions too off you'd like. Until next time, I love you~)

-Scarlet