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May 19th, 2013
Seth looks up at Roman from his current position, nestled up naked against Roman's equally naked body with an arm wrapped around his chest while Roman's arm was wrapped around Seth's waist to keep him close. He smiles as he takes in Roman's peaceful appearance, how his mouth parts open ever so. He feels the slow rise and fall of Roman's chest and every so often, he'll feel Roman's arm tighten around him.
When he sees Roman like this, he wonders why it look them so long to finally have sex – actually, now that Seth thinks about it, it took them this long because he himself was so adamant about the whole matter. I mean, having another guy stick his cock inside your butt? Where you do your business? Hey, more power to the guys who are into all that stuff but personally, it's not Seth's thing. Well, he thought it wasn't his thing anyways until tonight. Okay, not until tonight but for the majority of his life, he's never seen himself with another guy. It was never a thought in his mind but Roman isn't a guy. He's a man. A very beautiful, buff man with a pretty amazing cock.
It's complicated how he and Roman got to this point. They began to get closer when the Shield was called up to the main roster but before then, it was just a bunch of looking at Roman and wondering "what if?" Before they were called up, they didn't hang around each other much either. Friendly, but not as friendly as they could've been... but it doesn't matter. What matters now is that it finally happened and good lord did it feel good.
Seth leans up to kiss Roman's jaw, smiling a bit more when Roman gives a hint of a smile in his sleep before he looks over to their very newly acquired Unified Tag Team titles that they won tonight, which is great and all but compared to what he and Roman did just now? Their new titles kind of take a backseat. However, Seth can't help but think about how they got to this moment.
It feels like it was only yesterday that he and Roman literally bumped into each other in the backstage hallways of FCW. Talk about a way to make a first impression… but who knew they would end up becoming so important to each other?
September 29th, 2010
Seth’s excited to be apart of WWE. No, scratch that, he’s completely fucking stoked to be apart of WWE! After paying his dues in the indy circuit, making a name for himself as Tyler Black, he was finally recognized for his talents and was offered quite a nice contract from WWE to begin wrestling in their developmental brand, FCW. Seth can't believe he was thinking of joining TNA instead... no offense to his boy, AJ, but when WWE hands you a contract, you fucking take that shit.
It’s his very first day wrestling for FCW and he’s full of nerves (not that he'll admit that to anybody) but his excitement pretty much outweighs any negative things he was feeling. After changing into his trunks and setting his luggage aside, he walks out into the hallway to do some warmups before his match – it isn’t for another thirty minutes but nothing wrong with starting early! But on his way down the hall, he ends up bumping into another wrestler and you know what happens? He falls straight on his ass. Real nice. His first day and he already looks like an idiot. And he's scheduled to lose his match tonight.
Seth's prepared to hear the other man laugh at him and make a comment about how the newbie should watch where he's going and maybe that's pessimistic but this is WWE after all. Seth's heard the backstage stories and how cut throat some of the people are in the business. He's prepared for all of it. But what he isn't prepared for is looking up into the eyes of the most beautiful fucking man he's ever seen in his life with such a deep, suave voice that would turn absolutely anybody.
Is this how Allen's big ass felt when he realized he was into men?
“Hey man, you okay? Kinda didn't see where I was going – think it's a pattern because I bumped into somebody my first day too.” Roman chuckles softly before offering his hand for Seth to take. “I'm Leakee. Well, my name's actually Roman Reigns but.” He shrugs, knowing that Seth knows what he means.
Roman Reigns. A beautiful name for a beautiful man, with some equally beautiful brown eyes. Beautiful everything, really... Seth believes this is the most time he's ever used the word “beautiful” in his life.
“Yeah uh, I'm fine, hope it doesn't become a pattern for me too.” Seth jokes back before he takes Roman's (big) hand, a bit stunned at the powerful grip the bigger man has on his hand. Seth really shouldn't be thinking of how that grip might feel elsewhere on his body. “Oh yeah! I'm Seth, Seth Rollins. I'm the new guy... uh, how did you know it was my first day?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion as he looks up into Roman's eyes. Which is a terrible idea because he's convinced he can get lost in them... where was he again?
“Well, I've never seen you around here before so I kind of assumed. And also you just told me.” Roman smirks, crossing his arms as his eyes briefly study Seth's body and Seth can't help but feel a bit self conscious. He knows he's not the biggest guy around (innuendo completely intentional) but who says you have to be big to succeed in WWE, right? Just look at... well you could... alright, maybe Seth can be the first to break that mold!
But the second thought that pops into Seth's mind is that maybe Roman is looking over his body because Roman likes what he sees. Seth immediately discounts it though because Roman is, again, beautiful, and probably too good for anybody on this sinful planet known as Earth.
“Taking advantage of the new guy already? And I thought I could trust you.” Seth scoffs, deciding to look over Roman's body himself, and then his face, because Seth can't stop looking at him and it's quickly becoming a problem as you can see. Only this time when he checks Roman out, he notices he looks kind of...
“Hey are you like... Samoan? Are you part of that whole family?” He asks. “You remind me of... well, I dunno, pretty much the whole Samoan dynasty.” And if Seth is wrong, he's gonna look like an idiot. Way to go to stereotype! Thankfully though, Roman confirms his beliefs.
“I am, actually, I'm part of the whole Anoa'i family. My dad was part of the Wild Samoans and Rosey's my big bro. So I'm third generation – I guess, I don't think too much about it.” Roman shrugs. “Wanna make it on my own, you know? I don't want it to seem like I'm using their legacy to get by.”
So Roman is beautiful and respectful. Can he get anymore perfect? For the first time since they met a few minutes ago, Seth's thinking about Roman in a non sexual way. Uh, not that it was sexual before... he was appreciating the aesthetics. That's all. All that aside, Seth admires the fact that Roman wants to make a name for himself his way and not ride the coattails of others. He seems like a pretty stand up dude.
“Yeah man, I totally get that.” Seth nods. “I think that's real cool. You're real cool.”
And Seth sounds real stupid.
Roman seems a bit charmed by it though, as he chuckles and pats Seth's shoulder. “Thanks, you're uh, real cool yourself.”
Oh no, Roman touched him. Seth knows he's not gonna forget about this for days. He wants to forever remember the way this god touched him so he probably won't take a shower either - scratch that, he definitely will. Seth's gonna be sweating like crazy after his match tonight. The match he's gonna lose. Makes sense because Seth is losing all sight of who he is just being around Roman.
“You got a match tonight? Must be why you're in those skimpy little trunks, right? Think I got some dollar bills around...”
Seth ends up laughing before shoving Roman's shoulder, but freaking out on the inside because was Roman lowkey trying to flirt with him? No, probably not. He's just joking. Guys always love to make gay jokes... for some reason. Seth's a guy and he doesn't even understand why.
“You fucking wish, dude. But yeah, I have a match tonight. Come see me after though and we might be able to work a little deal out.” Woah, did that come out of his mouth? That was smooth. Allen would be so proud of him!
“Peace out, man. I'll see ya around, hopefully...?”
Roman smiles and nods, giving him the appropriate peace sign. “Yeah man, definitely. Good luck tonight.”
And then they part ways and Seth learns yet another thing about himself in regards to Roman tonight.
He hates seeing him leave but god does he love to watch him go.
Seth loses his match as scheduled but he thought he did a pretty good job, all things considering. After all, it was his first actual match on WWE programming! Seth's just excited to show off his skills to a new audience – even if he did lose, it's the baby steps, you know? Unfortunately, he doesn't see Roman after the match, or at all for the rest of the night. Perhaps Roman Reigns was a mirage, constructed by Seth to calm him down for his match. But that doesn't make sense because it did the opposite of calm him down... Seth's mind works in weird ways. Whether Roman's a mirage or not, Seth still has a lot of issues to work out now because of him.
Issues regarding his sexuality.
Because he's pretty sure he's gay. Or straight but like, totally gay for Roman. But who knows better about the problems of the gay community more than Uncle Allen?
Seth frantically calls Allen's number, tapping his fingers incessantly against his thigh as he waits for his best friend to pick up. Come on, what's taking him so long? Can't he take time out of his slutty schedule to talk to Seth?!? Soon though, Allen picks up and he can't even get the first word in before Seth tells him the first thing on his mind.
“Dude, I'm gay.”
Allen blinks a few times and narrows his eyes in understandable confusion, shaking his head. “What?”
“I'm gay. I met the most beautiful dude I've ever seen tonight and I'm gay.”
“Okay, hold up now.” Allen says, looking up at the ceiling. This is gonna be a long night. Hopefully whatever it is, it won't be too long because he has an important guest coming over - Fuck Buddy #93721.
“What happened? Who is this dude?”
“So his name's Roman Reigns. Well, he goes by Leakee, that's his ring name. Anyways, I bumped into him on my first day here which is embarrassing already but then I looked up and I saw how beautiful he was, like, seriously. He was fucking beautiful. It was like looking into a painting, a really muscular, husky painting with deep brown eyes and a deep voice and like, real nice black hair-”
“He sounds beautiful. You gonna suck his dick?”
Seth huffs and rolls his eyes. That's always what Allen tells him. “Not all problems can be solved by sucking somebody's dick.”
“Not with that attitude.”
Easy for Allen to say, he actually likes sucking dick. Thinks it's the easiest fucking thing in the world to do but not everybody can be so blessed like him in regards to gay sex. Seth doesn't wanna suck Roman's dick anyways, he's just incredibly mesmerized by his beauty and wants to do something about it. He's not sure what it is but there's a burning need to do something.
“Are you gonna let me finish or not?”
Allen smirks and lies back in his bed. “You're right, I'm sorry. Go on, please continue. What else happened with the beautiful Roman Reigns?”
“Not much but... we talked and I think he was flirting with me a little? I'm not sure. But he said we'd see each other around except I didn't see him after the show and now I'm kinda upset about it and now I'm thinking he might not even be real because like, really, I don't think somebody that beautiful can be real but... yeah, anyways, that's why I think I'm gay.”
And isn't that the cutest thing Allen's ever heard? He's happy for Seth - but Seth is sorely mistaken.
“That's nice, kid. Really, I'm glad you found a guy who makes you ramble on like this much of an idiot-”
“Hey!!”
“I'm kidding, geez, you're no fun. You know I love ya. But listen to me, you're not gay.”
“I'm not?” Seth asks, not sure if he should be happy for that or not. He wants to be gay for Roman. He'd totally let Roman in him... well, probably his mouth. Not his dick though, just his fingers. One finger - a pinky. Again, definitely not his dick. Seth needs to get himself used to the idea of that first.
“No.” Allen tells him in a resounding tone. “You are not.”
“... but what if I thought about him grabbing my dick?” Seth should've mentioned that first but his mind is going crazy with all sorts of thoughts and it's hard to organize them right now.
Allen gives a heavy sigh, running a hand back through his hair. “And what exactly sparked this train of thought?”
“Because when I bumped into him, I fell on the ground and he helped me up and his hand was real strong and firm and I kinda... thought about what it might be like down there. Maybe.” Seth admits, drawing nondescript patterns into the comforter with his finger.
Allen purses his lips, poking his tongue around in his cheek. “Okay. You might be gay.”
“I am?!”
“No! God, it's not that simple. It's just... it's just not. You're definitely not straight though. But you're not gay. You're... you're curious. Which is normal, and it happens. So maybe you should try screwing around with a guy and see if you like it.”
“Can I screw around with you?”
“I'm too advanced for ya, kiddo.”
Seth rolls his eyes. “I was joking, like I'd ever wanna have sex with you. I'd just be another name in your list of conquests.” Which is the pot calling the kettle black because Seth is a notorious slut too but unlike Allen, he sleeps around with other woman. Perhaps this is why they're such great friends.
“Aww, you jealous?” Allen asks with a smirk, raising a suggestive eyebrow. “You wouldn't be so jealous if you just got into Roman's pants.”
“That's what I called you for!! I need to know how to get into his pants!”
“Seth, you just met him. Give it time, let it work itself out. These things are better when it happens naturally – but if you need anymore help, just call me. I'm serious, just call. I'll be here. Okay?”
Seth sighs and lies back on the bed, looking up into the ceiling. If he looks real close, he can see his hopes and dreams flying away. “Okay... thanks though. I know you helped me, I just can't figure out how.”
“You're too fixated on Roman's dick right now, it's why you're not thinking straight. It happens.” Allen jokes.
“You're right.” Seth sighs, taking Allen's joke seriously. Because he is. He's completely fixated on it – what's going on with him? He should be thinking about boobs and motorboating them, not wondering what it'd be like to be with another guy!
“Hey. It's gonna be okay. You'll figure it out, kiddo. But I gotta go, I have a guest coming over soon.”
A guest. Right. Seth scoffs and shakes his head. “Who is it this week?”
“The Instant Classic, Jay "Christian" Reso.” Allen grins, giving a dramatic dreamy sigh. “Long legs, longer cock.”
“You're beyond saving.” Seth laughs out loud. Leave it to Allen to make Seth feel better, even in the most weirdest of circumstances. "Don't you ever worry that one of your fuckbuddies is gonna fall in love with you one day?"
"It's a calculated risk. Cost of doing business, Seth."
“You're a strange guy - but good luck with him tonight, dude. Hope you survive his big, long cock to talk to me tomorrow.”
“I'm an expert, I can take it.” Allen chuckles. “Alright, good night. Hang in there.”
“I'll try… hey wait!” Seth exclaims.
“What’s up?”
“Who was the guy that made you realize you… might’ve wanted to do something with other guys?”
And the phone goes eerily silent for a minute or two. Did Seth strike a cord? Or maybe Allen was just trying to figure out who because god knows how many guys he's been with - but Seth thinks it'd be interesting to find out the guy who awakened the slut inside him.
“Allen?”
“Huh? Oh um… j-just some guy I saw, back when WWE was WWF. He was real hot, older, blackish, brownish hair. Really cute brown eyes. Doesn’t matter. Uh, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
“Uh, okay. Night dude.” Seth sighs before he ends the call. Weird, Allen's never like that when he talks about guys. He sounded like Seth did when he was trying to explain why he might be gay. Was that guy the Roman to Allen's Seth?
Though, maybe Allen's right about him not being gay. He probably is just curious but he has a feeling he isn't one hundred percent straight either.
Seth just wishes he could do something about it.