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Summary: Seth always has adrenaline to spare after a match. Normally, it's not something that bothers him. Normally, he has someone to fuck it out of him. But he hasn't had that for a while and despite their...thing, at Wrestlemania, Seth will not be going to Roman. But that doesn't mean Roman won't find him. [ao3 link]

Pairings: Roman Reigns/Seth Rollins, 

Notes: Sequel to Celebrate [ao3 link]. Takes place after Payback, 2015. Roman is married in this.

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Also on FF.net. Almost done, homestretch, etc. I’m excited. :D

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Shouldn’t Have Joined

He was an idiot. He could admit it. But damn it, he was excited, too. He missed wrestling with his brothers rather than against them. Even if he couldn’t really call Roman a brother. He missed them nonetheless. He knew he would have something to answer to, but when he gets pulled into a room rather suddenly, he didn’t expect it to be so soon. But he did expect it to be Roman, on the other end of the arm that pulled him in.

Grinning, Seth crossed his arms and leaned against the closed door, unaware of where he was and which room he was in.He could feel the goosebumps rise on his body at Roman looking Seth up and down. It was always something he rather enjoyed, and being locked in a room with Roman.

“Hi,” He whispers, a little breathless as he steps closer to the older man and puts his arms around Roman’s waist. He can feel Roman tense, feel shivers wrack through his body, and something flares at the fact that he still has an affect on Roman the way Roman has an affect on him. It’s good to know.

“You shouldn’t have joined us, Rollins,” Roman mumbles into his neck after a few moments, clearly debating something with himself. Seth doesn’t care though, shrugs in response, and squeezes lightly, feeling Roman’s dick through his pants.

“I don’t think you care all that much, Rome,” He responds fully before trailing his fingers down Roman’s side.He hears Roman growl and grins, shivers still going through his body as he leans his head up and kisses Roman lightly.

“Admit it, Reigns. You’re excited to stare at my ass again,” He grins while watching Roman shake his head fondly. That was the thing with those two. They could go from unresolved tension to fond exasperation within moments. Seth didn’t find himself minding all that much, truthfully.

“Should fuck you senseless like I used to before our matches,” Seth hears Roman mumble and he can’t help but shiver in response, dick growing harder at the thought. 

Please,” He whimpers, blinking and trying to clear his head. He’s so sure, he can feel Roman pressing closer, can feel the length of Roman against him. 

Until Roman’s no lnger there. Whimpering at the loss, Seth opens his eyes, wondering when he closed them, staring at Roman, confused.

“You shouldn’t have joined us, Seth.” Roman mutters, looking away before leaving through another door.

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Have a quickly written rolleigns drabble set before Night of Champions xD

Back and forth, back and forth. His mind was running a million thoughts per minute and his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. Behind the closed door of his ‘locker room’ set-up, Seth Rollins could hear the various voices of people getting ready for their matches and tried his hardest not to let the panic he felt take over his emotions.

He had two matches tonight. Back to back. Something that had never been done, and he couldn’t help but --

Sighing, Seth turned towards the door, arching an eye when he realizes that it’s been opened and has Roman Reigns leaning against it with a smug smirk.

“What?” He questions, straightening his spine and narrowing his eyes. He knows it doesn’t matter what kind of face he puts on, which mask he wears. Roman could always see through his masks.

“Jus’ wanted to stop by, wish ya luck.” Roman responds with a shrug. Narrowing his eyes even more, Seth steps forward and crosses his arms across his chest.

“You haven’t stopped by to wish me luck since I hit your back with a chair,” He snarls while Roman snorts.

“And you haven’t been this nervous since that night,.” Seth takes a step back, eyes widening as he curses softly under his breath. Damn Reigns, he can’t help but think.

So caught up in his thoughts, he doesn’t realize that Roman has fully entered the room, is standing in front of him having locked the door.

“Hey,” He hears and Seth looks up, gulping in surprise when he realizes how close Roman is. He tries to take a step back before realizing that Roman is holding him by his hips, and now Seth’s gulping for a whole other reason.

“What?” He whispers, licking his lips as dryness causes Seth to cough slightly.

“No matter what happens, Seth, you’re gonna do good out there tonight,” Roman mutters while Seth shrugs, looking downwards at his feet. It doesn’t last long though, when Roman tilts Seth’s face up by his chin and looks at him in a way that Seth hasn’t been looked at since --

“I’m serious, man.Even after everything--” Unable to listen anymore, Seth surges upwards, wrapping his arms around Roman’s neck and kisses him roughly, nibbling on Roman’s lower lip. It’s a few seconds that feels like an eternity before Seth feels Roman kissing him back, moaning into the kiss as Roman brings them back against the furthest wall.

“Missed you,” Seth whimpers, breaking the kiss before he begins trailing his mouth down Roman’s neck.

“S’your faul,” Roman mutters as Seth nods. “But I missed ya too,” Roman finishes, dragging Seth closer before claiming his mouth once more.

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send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic

things you said at 1 am

things you said through your teeth

things you said too quietly

things you said over the phone

things you didn’t say at all

things you said under the stars and in the grass

things you said while we were driving

things you said when you were crying

things you said when i was crying

things you said that made me feel like shit

things you said when you were drunk

things you said when you thought i was asleep

things you said at the kitchen table

things you said after you kissed me

things you said with too many miles between us

things you said with no space between us

things you said that i wish you hadnt

things you said when you were scared

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

things you said when we were on top of the world

things you said after it was over

things you said [make your own]

inspired by this

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Teasing in the Locker Room

Written during WWE RAW, July 20th, 2015.

"Seth, we can't," Roman moans while dragging his co-worker to an empty room as Seth sucked the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

"You're the one dragging me to an empty room, Rome," Roman hears Seth respond and he can't help but let out another moan as he tilts his head further back.

"You're the one who fuckin' whispered about fucking you until you forgot your name, Seth," Roman responds, slamming the door to the room he's entered with a slight frown after, when he hears shouts coming from the other side of it. "What the fu—"

"Hunter wanted the roster to stop Lesnar and Taker," Seth mumbles as he pulls down Roman's pants and licks his lips. "Fuck, when did you start goin' commando, Rome?" He mutters before falling to his knees.

"When I realized that it's faster for fucking you," Roman growls out as Seth licks the underside of his dick before slowly inching forward.

"Fuck, Seth," He mutters, fingers curling into Seth's hair as more shouts can be heard. Briefly, Roman thinks about how he's thankful that he was against the door so that no one could enter before his eyes flutter shut and his thoughts turn to Seth's mouth.

"Seth," Roman whimpers, "M'gettin' close, Seth," He groans while slamming his head against the door. He can never last long when Seth is involved and they're at work. He fucking hates it, too.

"No. You don't get to – damn it, Roman, hold it fucking back. You still have to fuck me." Seth snarls after popping off his dick and Roman lets out a groan of disappointment, eyes fluttering open.

"Do we even have time? Don't you have a segment with Hunter? Hell, I gotta get ready for my ma—" Roman starts before groaning when Seth's mouth is back on his dick. "Fuck," He trails off, fingers finding their way back to Seth's hair.

"Later, definitely later. After your match." Seth mumbles, hand working the part of Roman's dick that he can't reach. Roman lets out a groan, thrusting into Seth's hand and mouth as his balls tighten.

"Fuck," He groans a few minutes later, watching as Seth swallows his cum. Licking his lips, he lets out a little whimper, wanting to turn the younger man around and have his way with him. From the grin on Seth's face, Seth knows it too. Roman watches as Seth stands up, bringing Roman's pants with him and zipping him up slowly.

"Later," Seth whispers into his ear, tugging on it lightly with his teeth.

"Fuckin' tease," Roman mutters as grabs Seth's hips and kisses him lightly. The two stay like that for a few minutes, kissing leisurely, ignoring the background noise from the hallway behind the closed door. When Seth finally pulls away, Roman isn't surprised that Seth puts his forehead onto Roman's chest, stroking his biceps.

"G'luck with your match tonight, Rome," Seth whispers before moving Roman to the side and leaving the room.

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This is really horrible, I know, but I was really bored, so.

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Took forever, but here is chapter 3!

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I just read all you stories about Roman/Seth on Archive Of Our Own and because I don't suscribe on this site, I let you a review here. Each of your text is just so good! It's well written and my heart melted during all the reading, I just didn't have enough to read! Thanks for sharing them because they are so great, it's awesome to read them! =D

Oh thank you! I mean, you should be able to leave anonymous reviews since I have that as an option but thank you so much! I appreciate it so much and your words were so lovely.

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send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic

things you said at 1 am

things you said through your teeth

things you said too quietly

things you said over the phone

things you didn’t say at all

things you said under the stars and in the grass

things you said while we were driving

things you said when you were crying

things you said when i was crying

things you said that made me feel like shit

things you said when you were drunk

things you said when you thought i was asleep

things you said at the kitchen table

things you said after you kissed me

things you said with too many miles between us

things you said with no space between us

things you said that i wish you hadnt

things you said when you were scared

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

things you said when we were on top of the world

things you said after it was over

things you said [make your own]

inspired by this

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Bored, so if you do this, do this for the actual ships I ship yeah. Go to my shipping page if you dont know them

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Seth knows he's being stupid. Knows that he shouldn't be looking for Roman, has no right to be looking for Roman. Except he made a promise to Roman's little girl a long time ago, and he doesn't plan on breaking it, even now. Of course, with his past with Roman, can he come out of this still as The Authority's Golden Boy, or will things change?

And, here it is! I hope you guys enjoy! Not posting to the tumblr because it’s a multi-chaptered story, so.

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Celebrate.

This began by goldenheartoferebor​‘s prompt from a little while ago. I changed it around, and there’s next to no fluff, so I apologize for that. Then I really started writing when I found out it was thebigdogreigns​ birthday on the 14th,, so this is a birthday gift for her. Happy birthday, lovely. I hope you enjoy this.

FYI, it’s got P0rn! Yeah, not very well written, but there. And swear words. And angst.

"Roman, can you come in here for a minute?" Roman Reigns turns his head with a frown before finishing up the taping of his wrist and nodding his head. He can feel it in his bones that he's going to be leaving the room knowing he won't be champion and to be honest -- he isn't surprised.

Looking up briefly at the sound of the crowd going wild, Roman lets out a small smile, knowing that at least the crowd is going wild over the boss' segment with Rousey. He looks back towards the real boss, good ol' Vince, and pauses briefly upon noticing Brock next to the man. Yeah, he thinks, he won't be leaving as champion.

However, he still doesn't understand why he's being asked into the office. If Lesnar is going to win, why would he need to be brought into the office? His frown strengthens before he shakes his head and lets out an exhale.

Noticing Vince's smile, Roman lets out another small smile before making his way into the office and having a seat at Vince's suggestion, eyebrows arching as Lesnar sits next to him with his own sigh.

"Roman, when Brock signed the contract to join the company, he knew that he was going to lose the title tonight," Vince begins and Roman frowns, eyebrows knitting together in confusion, wondering who was going to be the new champion, since it wasn't going to be him.

"Right." He responds, wanting to get this meeting over with. Looking around, he chews on his lower lip as Vince explains that the creative team is not sure if they want Lesnar to retain or Seth to cash in and he knows. Heart pounding, Roman is sure that Vince and Brock can hear it as he turns towards Vince.

"You want my opinion, don't you?" He asks. Licking his lips, he shakes his head and looks down, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him.

"I'd rather lose fairly to Seth cashing in, then get the title and have him win that way." He mutters before standing up and walking out, shoulders tense as he hears Vince call for him to come back.

***

He feels unworthy of it. His family is there, waiting to see him win, and now, it would all have been for nothing, just like the Rumble was.

It was over. He had done everything he could think of and he had put his damnedest into it all, and it was over. He taken suplex city after suplex city and had come out alive. But it didn't matter, not when he wasn't leaving as the victor. Not when someone he thought of as his best friend was that person. Walking up the ramp proved that, as his ribs were killing him and soul felt like it was being crushed and shattered by a very important hand that he trusted.

Moving the curtain to step backstage aside, he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes while he tried to control his emotions. He couldn't let his daughter see him like this, couldn't let his wife see him like this either. "Thank you so much," He hears and he snaps his eyes opened, looking around before shaking his head and letting his breath go. He doesn't know why it surprised him that Seth had said those words to him. It was his choice, afterall, to him him lose the belt to Seth. To let Seth cash in on him. And part of him was thankful, of course, because he wanted his first solo Wrestlemania win to be filled with cheers, not boos and he knew with no doubt that he would have been booed out of the fucking stadium if he had won tonight.

But after everything that he had done to Seth, he still never expected his ex-boyfriend to thank him. Then again, getting married without telling your boyfriend you were doing so was harsh, and ever since then things haven't been well for Roman and Seth, no matter how much the older man misses his ex. But it's something he can't think about, not right now, because right now he has to put on a happy but disappointed face for his wife and let his daughter know that everything is going to be okay.

Holding his family, even if it does feel like the wrong one, feels nice and he closes his eyes, briefly imagining someone else in his wife's place before snapping them open. He made his bed, he thinks, as his eyes roam around the room, landing on Seth. He has to live with his choices now.

Exhaling, eyes still on his ex-boyfriend, he watches as the man takes a few photos, grin plastered on his face. Roman frowns, knowing that the grin is one of Seth's fake ones, and briefly wonders why the man wouldn't have an authentic grin. The man should be at his happiest right now, he thinks, and he looks away, realizing his wife is looking at him with a frown.

Letting out a small smile and a shrug, he picks up his little girl. "Let's go into the back," He whispers, turning around, unable to see the knowing look appear on his wife's face. His eyes briefly meet with Seth's and he finds himself looking away, flicking his gaze to look beyond the man. He can feel the disappointment radiating off of Seth and does his hardest not to grab the man and hold onto him forever.

He made his bed. Now he has to sleep in it.

****

Seth breathes in, the room dark and quiet, which is exactly what he needs right now. His hands are clenched into fists on the wall in front of him and he quietly sobs. This should be the happiest day of his wrestling life, he thinks, but right now, he's stuck in past memories.

Memories of Roman, hands on his body and lips following. Memories of laughter and food and good times. Memories of Seth looking for rings, Roman's dad and kid helping him, memories of heart break that he still couldn't get over.

And cashing in tonight, saying thank you after being told that it was Roman's decision -- he couldn't fucking take it. He's been trying since fucking December to get over his ex-boyfriend, to move on, and it feels impossible. Everytime he finds himself getting close, Roman goes and does something that pulls him back in and he absolutely hates it.

He hates the fact that he's in a dark room, sobbing his eyes out like some pussy because he always thought he'd be celebrating with the love of his life when he finally became champion, and he's not.

Shit, he thinks, rubbing his eyes after a few minutes. He needs to get a hold of himself. He's the fucking champion and he should be fucking celebrating. A few more minutes go by as he jumps on the spot, trying to clear his mind, get rid of the fact that he just wants to continue sobbing. Taking in a deep breath of air, he nods his head to himself before exhaling, and makes his way to the door, opening it with a firm hold.

Only to widen his eyes at the fact that Roman was standing right in front of it. Subconsciously taking a step back, Seth tightened his hold on the doorknob, before stepping forward to try and close the door on Roman.

"Rome, please," He whispers when Roman's foot nudges between the open air, stopping him from closing the door completely. He can feel panic creeping up his chest and widens his eyes when he notices Roman step closer. Shaking his head, Seth takes another step back before narrowing his eyes and glaring at the older man seconds later.

"You've been crying," Roman whispers and Seth scowls, turning around and facing the wall he had been crying against, shoulders tightening in anger.

"You don't know that," He snaps, glaring at Roman as the man lets out a breath and runs his fingers through his hair. Seth's eyes stay there, flashes of memory making his way to the forefront of his mind, sweaty body against sweaty body, two people pantings against one another, fingers clenching in said hair, pulling in ecstasy.

"When you cry, the bridge of your nose turns read," Roman whispers as Seth cringes, forgetting about that. He wants to punch Roman, shout at the man, but before he can even think about doing anything, Roman steps into the room completely, shutting and locking the door.

"You should be celebrating though. Not crying," Roman whispers and Seth can feel the heat from his body, and almost on instinct does he arch his body backwards, remembering the comfort that used to be taken from Roman. Taking a deep breath however, Seth steps forward and turns around so that he's facing his ex-boyfriend, narrowing his eyes as anger goes through him like a river overflowing.

"I will be celebrating. I was just thinking about something real quick," Seth snarls as he clenches his fists, noticing how Roman was stepping closer. He didn't like it, felt like a gazelle being hunted, felt like prey.

"Stop lying to me, Seth," Roman mutters, leaning his forehead against the wall, just above Seth's shoulder and breathing him in. Seth whimpers, shakes his head and closes his eyes, not liking the fact that his fingers itch to hold onto the man, his leg shakes with the need to rest between Roman's and all he wants to do is kiss Roman...Lost in these thoughts, he barely notices when Roman finally moves his head away from the wall.

"You don't exactly deserve to hear truths from me Roman," Seth whispers back, looking into the mans eyes for the first time since Roman entered the room. His eyes are wide and Seth watches as Roman's adam's apple bobs, and exhales briefly, looking away. Crossing his arms to stop himself from touching Roman, he tries to move away, not surprised to see Roman's arms surrounding him.

"Why are you doing this?" He groans, looking at Roman once again only to have his breath taken away. Roman looks absolutely gutted and he doesn't know why, just knows that he wants to take that away from the older man, and before he even realizes it, his fingers are on Roman's cheek as Roman's breathing hitches and Seth lets out a whimper.

"Why can't you just let me fucking move on from you?" He asks, voice pained as Roman himself whimpers and puts his head on Seth's shoulder. Immediately, his skin sears as he feels the heat from Roman's breaths on his skin and he lets out another whimper, finally thinking fuck it and putting his fingers through the man's hair.

"You think I don't wish that exact thing?" Roman mutters, mouthing at the conjunction where Seth's neck meets his shoulder. "I'm fucking married, Seth, but every time I see my wife, all I can do is think about you." Seth hears. He knows his eyes have widened and his heart is beating furiously. He knows Roman can hear it from the way he stills. "Talking to my wife? Usually thinking about how you would respond instead. Just being near my wife? Usually wondering how we'd be spending the time together. Let's not even talk about fucking my wife? Why? Because I can't get off unless it's your body I'm imagining under me. " Roman snarls, pulling away briefly to look at him.

His heart is beating furiously and he tugs slightly on Roman's hair before his eyes narrow. 'You wouldn't have had to worry about that if you hadn't fucking dumped me the day you got married!" He snarls, yanking his hands out of Roman's hair and narrowing his eyes. He's furious now, and all he wants to do is -- is --

"God damn it, why can't I fucking hate you?! Why can't I fucking quit you?!" He shouts before yanking Roman to him, even though the space between them was already small, and kissing him furiously, biting on the man's lip. Roman's giving as good as he gives though, and the kisses between them intensify as Seth begings to pull at Roman's shirt, feels the man's stomach and groans.

"Fuck," Roman mutters, biting on Seth's lower lip and then yanking his hair to arch his neck backwards before biting and licking at his neck.

"Fucking mine," Roman snarls as Seth pushes him away so he can lift up Roman's shirt, throwing it somewhere across the room.

"Not yours, you asshole," He snarls, placing kisses on Roman's chest while his fingernails rake across the man's back before going to Roman's jeans.

"Mine, and I'll fucking show you so," Roman snarls, his own hands going to Seth's leather pants as he begins to unbuckle the belt. "M'gonna fuck you so hard Seth, until you forget everything but my fucking name, just like you like," Roman groans, getting frustrated with Seth's pants after trying to yank them down.

"Fuck, now I remember why I hate these pants so fucking much," He snarls as Seth chuckles, thrusting into Roman's hand. Fuck his body, he thinks, for getting an instant hard on as Roman talked about fucking him.

Noticing this, Roman smirks, palming Seth's dick as Seth groans. "Was I the last one to fuck you, Seth? Have you been doing the fucking since we broke up? Fucking your girl, fucking various men, not letting others touch you?" Roman whispers, voice cracking.

"Fuck," Seth groans, "Fucking hurry up and fuck me Roman, please," He whimpers, head shaking as Roman yanks his pants down completely and turns him around. Seth's cheek presses into the wall and Seth lets out a groan at the coolness on his cheek before he feels Roman's dick between his cheeks but not yet in.

"Please," He mutters, eyes closed as his body thrusts. He vaguely hears Roman muttering and opens his eyes, turning his head to look at his ex. His mouth pops open in surprise as he realizes that Roman is taking him in, looking at every inch of him, and Seth can't help his body's reaction to flush a furious shade of red at that as he turns away from Roman. Noticing this, Roman chuckles before stepping close and kissing Seth's neck.

"I don't have any condoms. Or lube." He mutters, hand inching its way towards Seth's dick. Seth groans and within a split second, makes a decision. He doesn't care.

Shaking his head, Seth opens his eyes, unsure of when he closed them before turning once more to look at Roman. "Don't care. Wanna fucking feel you...wanan fucking feel --" He gasps as Roman thrusts, slowly inching his dick forward to allow Seth to readjust to his size.

"Fuck baby boy, fuck, I've missed you." Roman mutters into Seth's neck as Seth begins to thrust.

"Roman, please. Need you. Fuck me," He snarls, body moving fast as Roman groans and begins thrusting in return, panting onto Seth's neck as his hand moves on Seth's dick in time to his thrusts.

"Fuck pretty boy," Roman mutters as he closes his eyes and begins to thrust faster.

"What, losing it already?" Seth pants, groaning as he feels the tightening in his balls before he whimpers as Roman squeezes.

"You're one to -- talk." Roman responds with a groan as his own dick begins to tighten up. The next little while goes by fast, skin slapping against skin, mouths panting and voices groaning as words of love and lust are muttered between the two.

"Roman!" Seth shouts as he cums, groaning as he feels Roman cumming inside of him, not surprised to feel Roman biting his shoulder. The two slowly begin to come down from their high, Seth sighing as his body slouches and Roman curls around him.

"You can't quit me for the same reason I can't quit you, Seth." Roman mutters as he pulls out of Seth's ass. Seth groans at the loss of contact, looking at Roman out of the side of his eyes.

"And why's that?" Seth mutters, flinching as he begins to pull up his pants, ignoring the cum leaking out of his ass. He notices Roman staring at him as he does so, eyes wide and nostrils flaring, and Seth can't help but smirk.

Stepping close, Roman kisses him lightly on the lips. The kiss is so reminiscent to the ones they shared when they were lounging around that Seth doesn't realize his fingers have curled within Roman's hair and he's arched his body entirely into the kiss.

Groaning in disappointment, he watches as Roman breaks the kiss and walks towards the door, still looking at him. Frowning, he chews on his lower lip as Roman opens the door after unlocking it.

"Because we still love one another." Roman whispers, looking gutted before walking out the door as Seth falls to the ground and sobs quietly, hating how right Roman is.

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Raspy Voices

Based off of this post. I saw it and went, ‘oh fuck me, i need to write that.’ and voila, here we go. Not beta-edited, so any mistakes are my own. Takes place before Roman’s promo from tonight’s Raw.

"Jesus Christ, that's it, right there." Seth groans, head tilted back as beads of sweat fall down his chest, fingers curling into the head of hair kneeling in front of him.

"Fuck, man, Ro, don't stop," He groans, eyes fluttering closed as he feels Roman's tongue curl and his fingers clench tighter as Seth begins thrusting into Roman's mouth. They weren't supposed to be doing this, not when Roman had to go out and get ready for his appearance in five minutes, not when he had a promo to do. But fuck, Roman's mouth felt heavenly on his throbbing dick and for once, Seth just didn't care.

"God, Roman," He mutters, thrusting as Roman holds his hips tightly, his gag reflex not nearly as well as his own. When the mouth pops off his dick, Seth blinks his eyes open, looking down with a frown, Roman smirking up at him.

"Fuckin' let me do what I do, Seth, or you'll be blue-ballin' it for your next segment," Roman rasps and oh god, Seth thinks, head slamming back, that voice just sent a spike of lust through his body and --

"Fucking hell, Roman, please," He begs, shifting on the balls of his feet as Roman swallows him nearly whole, his mouth enveloping him nicely, causing him to groan. Roman's tongue curls under and Seth lets out another groan, tightening his hold on Roman's hair.

"Fuck, please, Roman, please please, please let me cum," He begins to chant as his balls tighten and Roman bobs his head, swallowing the rest of him down after a few seconds of waiting, adjusting.

"Roman Reigns, you're wanted in position," Is announced throughout the backstage arena and Seth groans, thrusting into Roman's mouth as Roman lets go of his hips and let's him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Ro, I'm gonna--" Seth groans before cumming, shooting his load into Roman's mouth. Opening his eyes, he blinks in surprise as he realizes Roman is watching him as he swallows all of his cum, and fuck, that's hot. Seth watches as Roman moves away from his dick and wipes the left over cum on his mouth onto his hand before licking it away, still staring at him and shit.

"Shit, Rome, you keep doing that, I'm going to want you to fuck me." Seth groans, head falling foward onto Roman's shoulder.

"That's the plan, babe. But, not right this instant--" Roman frowns, hearing his name on the sound-system once more before sighing. His voice is raspy as fuck and Seth shifts slightly, dick already hardening as he thinks about Roman going out there and talking with that voice, knowing that he's the reason Roman's voice is like that in the first place.

"Promise?" Seth mutters, kissing Roman lightly on the lips with a grin before pushing the man away and buckling his pants up, smirking when he notices Roman eyeing him.

"Oh, it's more than a promise babe." Roman replies with his own smirk before turning away and unlocking the door to leave.

"You should prepare yourself. I plan on fucking you until you can't remember your name." Roman states before walking away, leaving Seth groaning against the wall.

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i love you forever for writing that fuck yeah! thank you ;v;

Hahaha you're welcome. I'm so happy you enjoyed it, even if I wasn't really happy with the end product.

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Appreciation.

So, the lovely  goldenheartoferebor, asked for this: 

Roman was given a choice to who he lost the title to; did he let Lesnar keep it, or have Seth 'blackout' him to cash in and win it?? And he chose Seth to win the championship, which is why Seth said "thank you so much" to him. Maybe write some fluff, with Seth saying thank you again, and Roman telling him he deserved it?

And I saw gifs of Roman’s Mom’s reaction to Seth coming out and this happened. It’s not what I originally had planned sweetie, and I do plan on posting that soon, since it has the actual meeting between all three, but until then, I hope you enjoy this!

Backstage, people are clapping, telling him he did good, congratulating him and it feels like it was all for nothing. He's thankful, of course, but the thought is still there, still bothering him. He had seen his mother's face, looked for it when the music came out, and almost cringed in the middle of the ring before coming back to himself. He was on the grandest stage of them all; he couldn't break character right then. He remembers Seth kicking him out of the ring, knows the younger man did so as gently as he could – everything flew by afterwards, and now--- well, it all feels like it was for nothing, even though it wasn't –

It had been for everything, but he wouldn't admit that. He's hugging Hunter, Vince, Stephanie, and he's looking around, looking for Seth. He spots his Mom, briefly, can see the anger on her face before he gets distracted and –

The rest of the night flies by, coworkers, family, friends and cameramen surrounding him and really, he just wants a minute alone, just wants to go find Seth, damn it.

He knows he shouldn't want that though, knows better. They broke up and then he went and did a stupid thing and got married, even though he was head over heels for someone else and –

He shakes out his long hair, shakes his head as Dean comes to stop in front of him and says, 'Better luck next time bro,' slapping his shoulder in condolence. As Dean walks past him, he lets out a smile, because finally, he has what he wants.

"Seth is in a locker room, lights off, near the end of the hallway," He hears and he doesn't even remember to thank Dean before he's off in search of the room, in search of Seth. He's waylaid by his Mom, and he loves her but oh holy, he just wants to see Seth.

Of course though, she's whispering, telling him he'll get it next time and that Seth is nothing and didn't deserve it, and oh man, he wishes he could stop her, wishes he could say it was his idea, but he's nodding his head instead just so he can get away, get to Seth. Eventually, he does just that, and finds himself in front of the door at the end of the hallway.

He opens the door, blackness all around him, but can't help but let out a grin when he sees Seth sitting in a corner, staring at the belt with wide-eyes and awe, but also trepidation and wonderment. Seth's biting through his lower lip and as he makes his way over to the man and kneels in front of him, he can't help but run his fingers through the hair, pulling lightly on the one blond strand left. Seth looks up at him then, mouth open and closing like a fish out of water and he can't help but stare at Seth's mouth, remember what it felt like against his own, remember how much he loved the feeling of it.

He shakes himself out of it though, running his other hand through his hair before sitting down next to the man and grabbing Seth's hand, interlacing their fingers, squeezing it in comfort. He'd gladly sit here next to Seth in silence, but he blinks when he hears Seth's voice.

"Why me?" And that's the question, isn't it, he thinks to himself with a sigh. Why did he tell Vince and Hunter and Stephanie to give the title to Seth, when they asked him who he wanted to lose to with only twenty minutes before he had to go out for said match.

Now he's opening and closing his mouth like a fish before looking over at Seth and saying the first thing that's on his mind, "Because you deserved it, because I would have rather lost to you than to anyone else and because –" He pauses here, chewing on his lower lip in thought, wondering how he could put his next thought into words.

"Because?" Seth asks, trailing slowly, like Seth knew what he wanted to say, but he wanted to hear it first.

"Because I—" He says before breaking off and looking away. Because he loves him, always will, and right now, Seth deserves to be the champion. He won't say any of that out loud, won't admit it to Seth. But then again, he doesn't have to. Seth's always been able to read him so damn well.

"Rome," Seth whispers and he can't help but look over, notice the mouth and the eyes that are pulled together and fuck, why does he want to kiss him so bad. Before he even realizes he's made the choice, his hand is around Seth's neck, and he's pulling in the younger man, fitting their mouths together and they're kissing and fuck, he hasn't felt this good, this happy, this at home in months, and isn't that a scary thought.

"Because, you idiot." He whispers, eventually, after breaking the kiss off slowly while Seth grins, deciding to kiss him lightly every few minutes.

"I don't deserve—"

"You sure as hell deserve it a lot more than I do right now," He growls out, pulling Seth into his lap and groaning at the contact.

Shit, when did this feel so good?

"And you're welcome," He whispers with a smile, remembering when Seth whispered his thanks while pinning him, remembering how he wanted to say it then, wanted to kiss him then. But he was in the middle of the ring, and married, and goodness knows Seth didn't need another scandal.

"God, Rome, I can't ever thank you enough, you know that right?" Seth whispers back, kissing him furiously, pawing at pants, trying to unbuckle them.

"I'm sure you can," He responds, trailing kisses down Seth's torso, licking and biting, grinning with each moan that comes out of Seth's mouth.

"And even if you can't, I'm sure we'll find ways to show your appreciation," He ends up chuckling, going thrusting upwards as he continues to kiss the younger man. After that, his mind is no longer on being married, thank heavens, or his Mom and how she's not too fond of his ex-boyfriend right now.

No, his mind is on said ex-boyfriend, and how to make his favorite noises come out of his mouth.

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Locker Room Fun.

Stay in character, he thinks to himself, over and over again as Roman comes out from the audience. He's been chastised enough by Hunter, smiling whenever Roman's music hits that stay in character is a mantra repeated often enough he's surprised he doesn't say it aloud. He knows Roman was told the same thing, and it feels like Roman has a better time of staying in character than Seth does because god damn it, does he ever want to grin goofily up at his long-time boyfriend as he walks into the ring.

Stay in character, he whispers to himself, making a move to relax his face and look annoyed at the fact that he's been interrupted again. It's nearly impossible though, with the fact that even being around Roman has his body buzzing, electricity going through his veins when he looks at the slightly older man. All he wants to do is jump him and run his fingers through Roman's hair but he knows that doing so is – well, it would probably have them either fired or heavily fined for the scandal of it happening on live television.

Stay in character, he mumbles while conspicuously looking over Roman before stopping as he feels himself harden in the little room he has in his pants. A whimper ends up escaping anyways when the other man looks at him with a smirk, no doubt knowing the effect he's having on Seth and now Seth just really wants to kiss that smirk off of Roman's face. No, punch it off. He has to stay in character, god damn it. The next few minutes go by quickly for Seth, until Roman begins speaking at Randy and Randy blows a kiss to Roman.

Stay in character, he chants but he knows his face is showing how angry and jealous he is, especially when he sees Roman chuckling at the action. The minutes afterwards seem to go by slower and all Seth wants to do is storm off into the backstage area and have his way with Roman, but it almost seems like that won't be happening any time soon.

Stay in character, he thinks when he realizes that he nearly missed his cue for his next line and he has to look away to get it back, to stop thinking about Roman and Randy and his insecurities. How he manages to get through the segment he doesn't understand, but as he's making his way up the ramp, he can feel Roman looking at his back, sending shivers up his spine.

He's near the Gorilla position now, walking by Orton when he realizes that Randy is smirking at him and it takes everything he has not to go over and punch the much older man. Instead, he continues walking by, letting out a small growl as he passes the man completely before making his way to his locker room and standing in front of an empty cubby with his eyes closed.

He's in there for ten minutes before he feels familiar arms wrap around his middle and without thought, his entire body relaxes, tension leaving his shoulders, his body slumping. He's lucky that Roman knows him so well, knows to keep him in his arms as he slumps or he would end up on the ground and as Roman kisses his neck, a little noise leaves his throat, and he can feel Roman grin against his skin.

"Bugger," He mutters, turning briefly in Roman's arms before wrapping his own around Roman's neck, bringing them closer. All he wants is to just feel his boyfriend against him and he lets out a content little sigh after a few moments, unknowingly sighing.

"You were jealous," Roman whispers after a few minutes and Seth can feel his smile fading.

"Of course I was. I know Randy does it because he knows it bothers me, but –" He begins before trailing off and rubbing his face. He looks up at Roman before smiling and kissing him lightly, pulling Roman closer than before as the kiss becomes heated. As Roman runs his fingers through his hair, Seth lets out a little groan, thrusting into his boyfriend as he feels his dick harden in his pants.

"Fuck," He groans before stepping away and trying to take off the leather. "Fucking, fuck, I hate getting hard in these pants," He groans as Roman laughs, causing him to scowl. "Don't act so innocent, Reigns, I know you hate takin' 'em off of me as much as I do," He groans while the pressure releases from his dick and it springs free.

When he doesn't hear a response from Roman, he looks up only to see Roman with his mouth open, which causes him to laugh. "Yeah, you love my cock, don't you big guy," He snorts, noticing Roman roll his eyes in response as he gets to his knees. Seth finds himself gulping as he looks down at Roman, eyes widening when he feels Roman's breath across his dick.

"Fuck," He mutters as Roman chuckles.

"As much as I'd love to, I'm pretty sure you have a segment coming up," He responds before swallowing Seth down, sucking and bobbing as he does so. Seth groans, head slamming against the top of the cubby, eyes closing as his fingers find their grip in Roman's hair.

"I hate it when we can't fuck," He mutters, breath stuttering briefly when Roman does a thing with his mouth. "And I love it when you do that," He states, thrusting lightly into his boyfriends mouth. Roman hums in response, making Seth thrust faster and groan.

"Fuck, Rome. I'm not gonna last long,"He says, fingers clenching Roman's hair before—

"FUCK!" He shouts after feeling Roman's hand on his balls, his cum sliding down Roman's throat. His eyes are open, staring at Roman whose staring back as he swallows before cleaning himself off and pulling Seth's pants back up, causing the younger man to let out a hiss.

"Randy might flirt with me to piss you off, baby boy, but at the end of the night, I'm going home with you, thinking of you, planning the rest of my life with you," Roman whispers, kissing him lightly on the lips before walking away with a wink as Seth groans and blushes.

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Bull.

He was furious. His face was set in stone, his stride backstage was fast and long and if there was one thing Seth Rollins wanted to do, it was punch a hell of a lot of fans faces in. He could vaguely hear Hunter and Stephanie calling for him but in this moment, with the fans still being insane and disrespectfully rude, he didn't care.

Roman worked his ass off for the fans. Every single fucking day, he got better when they found something to nitpick with him. He did top rope moves, even though he didn't want to do that shit. He got better on the mic, he did things he wasn't fucking comfortable doing, and he even gave up a fucking championship title because Roman knew the crowds would hate him even harder.

And what do they do? Be disrespectful fuckfaces, booing his boyfriend continuously and flipping them off. He was allowed to be furious, and all he wanted to do was turn around and go back out there and give the crowd a few more DX Chops and some choice words.

Hell, he was already walking towards the entrance when he walked into a very familiar chest and was being held back, but --

"Let me go, Rome." He snarls, fists clenched, still furious.

"Seth, no, it's --"

"Don't you fucking dare say it's alright, Rome." Seth states, eyes wide and bright with his anger, turning to face his boyfriend of a few years, "The disrespect those assholes are giving you is --" Seth starts before shaking his head and slumping against Roman.

"You've improved so fucking much, Rome. So fucking much. You don't deserve to get booed like that. Not when you work so hard." Seth sighs, looking into Roman's eyes and knowing that his boyfriend barely believes him.

He looks around, noticing a large group surrounding them, shuffling their feet, and he scowls before pulling Roman into an empty room and slamming the door, bitterness crawling up his back like a bug he can't reach. The room is dark, and it takes Seth a few moments to find the light switch.

When the light finally goes on, he can see the hesitancy in Roman's face, and his heart just absolutely breaks.

"Yeah, Rome, you don't deserve this bullshit." Seth sighs, reaching up and kissing Roman lightly on the mouth, coaxing it open, waiting for his boyfriend to relax. It takes longer than he wants, longer than he likes before he gets the reaction he wants --

"Roman, you're so much better than everyone out there," He whispers while closing his eyes tightly, anger thrumming through his body, shaking his head slightly.

"You don't deserve the boos, the mean signs, the finger being given to you -- you don't fucking des---" He's stopped by Roman cutting him off with a kiss, rough and hard, just like their fucking mood, and as he runs his fingers through Roman's hair, a low moan makes its way out of his mouth as Roman's fingers make there way down to his belt.

An hour later, he's staring at Roman who is putting his hair in a tight bun, and before he knows it, he's grabbing Roman's chin and making the older man look down at him.

"I love you, Rome. And fuck the haters. You have fans. They're protecting you, somewhere out there. Ignore everything else, and just continue keeping on. They wanan continue being douches, I'll continue giving them a DX Chop." He finishes quietly as Roman nods, kissing him lightly.

"We should probably get out of Dean's locker room. He ain' gonna be too thrilled we were in here--"

"Dean can suck it." Seth snorts, shaking his head with a grin, taking Roman's hand and leading him out of the room.