Roman slowly lifted his head, his eyes were on the familiar face of Seth who was only a few inches away from him. He was hot and sweaty, just from appearing on RAW, all worked up from arguing with Steph. And all he wanted was to reach out and touch the hand that twisted his whole world. He slowly reached his hand out and he placed it over the other’s, squeezing softly. “ – What’re you thinkin’ about?” He asked.
Seth looked towards the older man and smiled softly. His entire body was hot, and touching Roman didn’t help but at the same time – gave him a soothing feeling in his core. “At the moment, nothing,” he answers softly, stepping even closer to the Samoan and sighing softly. “What about you?”
Roman stood there, his big hands clenched and unclenched at the words that the other spoke to him. He felt … Rather sick to his stomach .. And if he could turn white as a sheet, he was pretty sure he would do so. He was not .. In any way expecting this from the other. He couldn’t cry, he couldn’t show any hint of weakness. He really wanted to yell at the other for leading him on, for making him feel like he was special, only to be treated like trash in the end. Even his best friend Dean told him not to fall for Seth’s tricks, that he was better off with someone else. Roman now knew that he should’ve listened. “ – I can’t believe you,” He breathed weakly.
Seth wanted to scream. His hands curled into fists and clenched at his side. He hated saying the words, hated even thinking about them but he knew that the older man had to believe what he was saying or his family would be screwed. His nostrils flared as he tried to put on his evil persona, tried to not let Roman see that he didn’t mean a word of it. He tilted his head back, thinking deeply before moving it forward with his mouth set in a snarl. “Well, you’re gonna have to Reigns. Every thing we had done was fake. I don’t care about you.” He ends in a growl, heart pounding as he states those lies. Every moment was special, but he couldn’t let Roman know. Not if Roman wanted his cousins on the road.
“Is there actually a time when I shouldn’t be on your mind?” If there was a time, he couldn’t think of it in that moment, eyes roaming over the other male, doing his best to behave. “Naked, in a bed sounds like the perfect place. The shower’s not a bad option either. Or an elevator, though we’d have to stay dressed there.” He groaned softly at the though, watching Colby for just a moment, certainly enjoying the view. Nodding, he flashed a grin as he moved closer. “Soon enough, don’t you worry.”
“Hmmm, probably when I’m wrestling people that aren’t you,” the younger man smirks, shifting slightly as he continues to walk backwards in front of Joe. His breathing picks up as he remembers the last time they were in an elevator together. “The thrill of getting caught is always fun,” he whispers before looking around the room with a smirk. “Maybe we could find a spare room here,” he trails off, eyebrow arching.
Joe glanced down at him, lips twitching slightly. “I’d be all for skipping out on the trainer’s office and heading back to the hotel. I don’t think there’s anything too majorly injured. Definitely nothing you couldn’t help me with.” It was true, he missed thr younger male something awful and would give just about anything to have him back. That tired groan touched something in him and he stopped, pulling Colby closer, both hands slipping around to his back. “Sound like a good plan?” His fingers moved slowly over tan skin, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I do miss your hands. A lot. All over my body.”
Colby’s eyes fluttered shut the moment Joe began touching him and he could feel himself getting hard in his pants the moment Joe mentioned missing his hands. “We could definitely skip out on the trainer’s office,” he responds, his voice breathy as he looks towards the older man. He can’t believe he’s about to do this, about to let his emotions cloud his judgement – something he hasn’t done since before his so-called betrayal. “Anythin’ else ya miss, big guy?” It’s not what he wanted to say, not what he planned to say but it’s what comes out, and he can’t take it back, no matter how much he wants to.
