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Tonight was the night. He didn’t care what he screwed up doing this.
Since January 6th he had been running and chasing after Cody Rhodes. Desperately trying to get together despite their increasingly impossible WrestleMania schedules. Even at the Royal Rumble it was nothing but a passing glance as Cody was forced to limp to medical after his match and Roman was ushered to get ready for the men's Rumble. Only for the night to end with him in medical getting checked for a concussion afterwards and Cody already back on the road. It felt like a goddamn lifetime since they’ve been able to speak or touch each other.
The Royal Rumble showed him just how far Cody was being pushed. Where his mindset was deteriorating to. He was vicious, angry— merciless. Still mourning Randy's absence, mourning Kevin's friendship, mourning all of his friendships. Mourning what his life used to be.
He was cracking. Hairline fractures in a porcelain doll. Roman could see it plain as day.
Now his cousin Dwayne was here to seep into those wounds. His venomous words tainting his bloodstream and mind. Touches that nearly made him want to turn the TV off. To him, none of those things sounded remotely terrible. Those were all the pleasures he enjoyed as champion. Cody should already be enjoying those luxuries, but Roman knew Cody.
That's not who he was. Cody Rhodes liked doing things the hard way. Cody Rhodes put his body on the line for everyone around him because he was a fighting champion. Cody Rhodes was a bright shining beacon for everyone to aspire to. The face of the company.
Yet when he saw him on screen tonight, he had seen that light flickering. Voices telling him what decisions to make, his cousin adding the cherry on top with his own gifts. No emotions came from the usually expressive Cody Rhodes to tell anyone how he was leaning.
It left him conflicted.
On one end Cody Rhodes would sort of become a member of the Bloodline if he said yes. Maybe even above it. Roman may have to answer to him which he didn’t like the thought of. Still, they would be running this place as they should. They decide where they do and don't go. When they show up and when they don't. They make the schedules which meant they could be together all the time.
On the flip side his cousin would have his hand around Cody's neck. His soul. He could never forget when Seth sold out to the Authority. Even though he was angry and hurt he noticed things. He noticed bruises on Seth that weren't from matches. His flinching especially around Triple H. The smug smile on his face in front of crowds and anguish he held backstage when he thought no one was looking.
There was no telling where his cousin would stop his control when he had it. How much he would use it, manipulate him with it. Based on his touches… Cody had caught his fancy just like the rest of his family. An incubus on their Island of Relevancy. He wouldn’t put it past him for that thin self-control to snap with an inflated ego and do something he couldn't take back. Then Roman could no longer stay out of it. He couldn’t remain a quiet observer cause–
Cody was his.
He didn’t play nice with things that belong to him. Not even with his own family. Jey knew it. Solo knew it. Dwayne would come to know it too if he pushed far enough.
And right now, he was pushing pretty far.
Roman pulled open the door to Cody's bus. Somehow still unlocked despite all the enemies he had right now. His phone vibrated in his pocket incessantly until he turned the damn thing off. He was doing this. Tonight, before Cody made the decision of a lifetime.
The blonde hummed with surprise as he was mid shoving sushi into his mouth. Full glass of wine and half a bottle next to him. He had gotten comfortable since he'd gotten off screen. He lost the jacket and the waistcoat, unbuttoned damn near half his shirt.
The bags underneath his eyes had gotten darker and he was tanning more surely to cover up his increasingly pale natural complexion underneath. It was hard. Seeing him like this. So— tired.
“Is that even part of your diet?” Roman asked, thrown off by everything he was perceiving. It's been so long. He probably should have said something different first.
“I don't fuckin know. It's the only thing I had all day so,” he shrugged, murmuring with his mouth half full, “Wasn’t expecting anyone to come in and catch me.”
“You left your bus unlocked.”
Cody washed down half the glass before he answered him. Roman hated it when he got like this. He just wanted to grab him and snap him out of it.
“Who knows your cousin could show up with a brand-new puppy with my logo dyed into the fur. A whole wardrobe of suits and gear. Shit, maybe he'll bring me another bottle of this, I don’t care.” Roman watched as he shoved another sushi in his mouth and dusted off his hands, “Did you want something from me too or what? I don't know where Seth is.”
Roman fought the irritation growing in his chest from Cody’s nonchalant attitude, “You look tired, Cody.”
The blonde rolled his eyes and tilted his head to one side, “I am tired. It’s past midnight. What do you want.” He said more firmly.
“I wanted to see you. It’s been months–”
“Exactly. I’m glad you got your Ula Fala back and your cover art, Roman. I’m never gonna tell you what to do with your time but—” Cody paused, grimacing slightly, “You haven’t been here. If you’re now trying to convince me what decision to make then I don’t want to hear it, alright? I’ve heard enough tonight.”
…
“Alright,” he said quietly, swiping his tongue over his lips, “It still doesn’t look like you’ve been taking care of yourself.”
Cody huffed, finishing off his glass, “I obviously have a lot on my mind. Does wonders for your sleep. Thanks for noticing.” He leaned against the counter looking at him, “Are you just here to shit on me or does this have some other point?”
Roman chewed on his tongue, staring back at him. He feared what might come out of his mouth, turning this into an argument instead of a conversation. There was no reason he should be getting this treatment, but Cody was tired. Tired, conflicted, tipsy maybe. A tense silence stretched between them before Cody sighed and grabbed the keys laying across from him.
“You wanna see it, don’t you?”
Roman frowned with confusion, “See what?”
“The truck, what else? Everyone’s been eyeing it since they gave me the keys. It’s from your cousin,” Cody spoke with irritation in his voice.
He had absolutely no interest in looking at this goddamn truck. Cody had a bus. What use would a truck be for him other than another thing to haul around? It was just Dwayne flexing the money he had to get underneath Cody’s skin. It was a game. A carrot dangling in front of his face. If Cody ever asked for anything Dwayne would take what he felt he was owed back. He’d continue to take more and more and more from him.
The truck was a symbol of his competition. The growing thorn in his side when it came to his relationship with Cody.
But if it got the blonde out of this dim stuffy bus then he’d do it.
Roman nodded and followed behind him as Cody led the way. The cold Canadian air hit his skin again as they rounded the front of his bus to where he parked it on the other side. Opposite from the entrance of his bus, where he couldn’t look at it.
Cody crossed his arms staring at the front of it. His logo plastered over the hood. He unlocked it for him, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.
Roman walked up to it and inspected the shiny red paint in the exterior arena lights. Tinted back windows. Ford. If it wasn’t obvious he preferred Chevrolet and Cadillac. Still it was a nice, expensive truck.
It was an apple.
Cody was Eve.
So close to taking a bite and falling right into Lucifer’s hands.
He’s seen all of this before and if Cody didn’t want to hear about how he felt about it. Then there were other ways of showing him.
…
“Come ‘ere.”
Cody blinked and met his eyes again. He ran his tongue over his teeth, looking at him as he stared back. The cold was already biting at Cody’s nose turning it pink. His shirt was still wide open, he had to be freezing.
…
Cody dropped his arms from his chest and came over to him. Face to face. All the times they did this before all with different intentions coursed through his mind. Now everything was flipped again.
Cody was the one asking him what he wanted this time.
Roman knew exactly what.
He grabbed Cody and smashed their lips together. The blonde moaned into the embrace, his hands landing on his shoulders gripping the hell out of his shirt. Roman wasted no time licking past his pretty pink lips and into his mouth. Like he said it's been months. He tasted the wine, sushi, and cigar smoke on his tongue. He wanted to replace it with the taste of him instead.
Roman hooked his hands underneath his thighs and picked him up, pinning him against the truck. Cody grunted as he did, wrapping his legs around him.
He kissed him until his lungs screamed for the ice-cold oxygen around them. Puffs of Cody’s breath condensed as Roman pulled away and dipped his head to press his lips along his jaw. Cody’s head knocked against the window as he leaned it back allowing him access to his neck. Roman kissed and nipped and sucked on the sensitive skin until he felt Cody pressing against his stomach.
A breathy moan fell from his lips as he bucked up against him and sunk his teeth into the crook of his neck. Cody squirmed in his grip, trying to get friction where he wanted it most. Roman lifted him up more and kissed down his sternum. Leaving warm broad licks up his chest.
He wanted all of him. The taste, the smell, the feel. No one else could have this but him.
Roman pulled him back from the truck and opened the back door. He set Cody down on the backseats and the blonde moved back as far as he could, allowing Roman to crawl on top of him. The door closed behind them and now the cold was the least of their worries.
Roman unbuttoned the rest of Cody’s shirt, trying to get his lips on as much of his skin as he could cramming in the backseat. It wasn’t actually a small space; they were just two oversized grown men desperately trying to get their hands on each other.
He pulled Cody’s belt from its loops, and it went clattering to the floorboards. Cody lifted his hips allowing him to strip him of the clothes that were in the way. Roman leaned forward and dragged his tongue from the base of his hard cock all the way to the tip, sucking it into his mouth.
Cody moaned, arching into his mouth, “Fuckfuck—”
His hands caressed up his thighs as he swiped his tongue around him before he pulled off with a soft pop. Precome beaded at the tip as he sat up and pulled Cody closer. Roman brought his middle and ring finger up to his lips and Cody sucked them in immediately.
Cody’s face flushed as he twisted his plush warm tongue against them. Coating them with his spit. His pupils were blown wide with lust and his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. He whined as Roman pressed his fingers deeper down his throat, bucking up against him. His eyes shined with tears trying to fight his gag reflex. His cock twitched at the sight.
And Dwayne thought he could have this.
Roman slowly pulled his digits from his mouth. A thin line of saliva still connecting them to Cody’s pink swollen lips. He brought them down between his legs and the blonde gasped as he pressed them against his entrance.
Roman grunted feeling his cock throb in his sweatpants, aching to get inside of him. Precome leaking in his boxers. Cody could take two right away, he knew he could. He had to. They were still technically on the clock til someone came looking for either of them.
The other hissed as he pushed his fingers inside of him, Roman tried to ease the pain and stretch by taking one of his nipples into his mouth. Cody whimpered at the conflicting sensations across his body. He licked and sucked at his perky buds while his fingers worked him open. Curling and dragging against his walls, scissoring his fingers.
Cody choked a sob when he pressed right against his prostate, grinding his hips down on his digits. Precome drooled from his cock as he abused that spot. Getting the other louder and louder until there was no doubt to what they were doing inside of his vehicle.
“There you go, baby– You just need someone to fuck that attitude out of you, huh? You were missing daddy—”
Cody whined, nodding his head, “F–uck– Missed you so much, daddy— pleaseplease…” He clenched around his fingers, “I need you— I need you–”
“Daddy’s gonna give you what you want. I got you, baby,” Roman rumbled before pulling his fingers out of him. He shoved his sweatpants down far enough to free his aching cock. He spat in his hand and released a shaky sigh as he stroked himself, using it and precome as lube.
Cody bit his lip when he hooked one hand underneath his knee and used the other to line himself up. The blonde cursed as he pushed inside. Stretching him much wider than his two fingers and reaching deep into his gut. They both panted heavily when their hips met. Taking a moment to adjust and ease that hot coil in the pit of his stomach.
Cody had always been tight but this. He might as well have been fucking a virgin. It’s been way too fucking long.
He drew his hips back slowly, feeling Cody’s walls flutter around him before he slammed back inside. Cody cried out, his hand reaching up to grip the door handle for purchase as he did it again and again. Faster and faster each time. Cody’s ankle tossed over his shoulder.
The truck rocked with them. The truck his cousin bought for Cody, who he was currently fucking in the backseat. His Cody Rhodes. He wanted to hear him say it. Goddamn scream it.
“Who do you belong to, baby—” Roman rasped, adjusting his hips until he found the angle that had Cody bowing off the seat, “Tell me, baby– hha– tellmetellme–”
“Y–You daddy! Fuckfuckplease– I’m yours, I’m yours— don’tstopdon’tstop!”
Roman leaned over him, drawing his hips into his lap. Getting his dick impossibly deeper. “What’s my name? Say it– say my fucking name–”
“Roman! Roman— Ro–man– fuck–” Cody cried as he came without warning. He sobbed as his come spilled all over his stomach and chest.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Cody Rhodes was his. He already owned his soul as Cody owned his. They’ve been intertwined since his return. If one name was utter the other followed right after. No one was taking that away from him. No one.
Roman slammed their hips together before he came inside of him with a drawn-out groan. Cody moaned breathily at the feeling, nodding his head. Taking it all.
The windows around them were fogged with their passion. His truck now smelled of new car and sex. Sex they had in the back of the truck his cousin bought Cody. If Cody didn’t want to hear how he felt about his decision he was sure going to feel it now.
He was going to feel his come leak out of him onto the brand-new seats.
He was going to feel it while he stood in that ring and gave Dwayne his answer.
He was going to feel who his soul already belonged to.
Roman captured Cody’s lips into a passionate kiss. Moving against each other like this may be the last time again. It very well could be. It was hard. Being the people that they were.
He pulled back and Cody pushed himself up to peck his lips one more time.
“Mine.”
“Yours.”