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After living with Roman for a while now, Seth and Dean just kind of accepted the fact that Roman was basically a lone wolf.
He never really speaks about romance, never invites anyone over or goes out, doesn't really enjoy physical contact either, even just between the three of them. Well, not often anyways, but Dean usually gets under his skin and Roman will cave and give him cuddles for a bit.
Beyond that, Roman pretty much kept to himself. That was until meeting Punk. Obviously he had known him for a while, they met almost two years ago during his debut along with Seth and Dean, but it wasn't until 4ish months ago that the two of them had been spending more time together and Roman realized just how much he really liked Punk.
All of this was new to him, he hadn't had romantic feelings for anyone—at all. Every time he and Punk were together he was just so nervous. He found himself inching closer if they were sitting next to each other. Leaning more towards him just in hopes to brush against him while doing a small task together.
However, as great as finally having a crush was, he knew it would only be that, a crush.
Roman saw Punk with Aj pretty often—like almost too often for people that are 'just friends'. Their on screen romance didn't really help his thoughts either, it only just made him feel worse.
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Roman had been pretty quiet for weeks now. Seth and Dean didn't know what happened, but whatever it was, it changed Roman. He had been so happy recently, even invited Punk over a few times but now he was back to how he used to be-only quieter.
He took his spot in his chair like usual while the other two were next to each other on the couch. The tv was on, filling the small room with noise. Roman didn't know what show it was, not that it mattered. He just wanted to talk, hopefully it would make him feel better if he just got out his feelings.
"I need you guys to have an open mind, please."
"Of course, Ro" Seth said, leaning forwards on the couch
He was a little shocked at the sudden words from Roman, but obviously was right there for him. Dean perked up, his head whipping over to the direction Roman was.
"Why are you assuming we wouldn't be open minded?" Dean huffed, earning a small smack to his chest from Seth. "Ow! Bitch—"
"Let him talk"
Roman chuckled at the two, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he tried to find the words.
"I just haven't really been feeling like myself recently. I think maybe—maybe I like this guy but um—"
"You're gay?" Dean blurted out, covering his mouth quickly before Seth could do it for him. "Sorry-"
"It's fine uce" Roman laughed nervously. "Um yeah I think anyways. I'm queer but...uh—anyways I just never really felt like this before and I don't really know what to do about it."
"Who is it?" Dean asked
"Oh my god Dean you can't be so blunt!" Seth groaned, smacking himself in the forehead
"Why not?" Dean shrugged
"Because he's clearly struggling enough to tell us as is, what makes you think he's ready to say who he has a crush on" Seth explained
"Well obviously he wants someone to know that's why he's telling us, duh. God you're such a diva" Dean huffed, leaning back on the couch with his legs spread.
"I will beat your ass"
"That's hilarious. I'd like to see you try."
"Guys" Roman spoke softly
"Did you just actually say that to me?" Seth laughed
"Guys—"
"You said you'd beat my ass, which, you wouldn't, I'd murder you" Dean said
"You are physically incapable of murdering me-" Seth argued
"Guys can you stop arguing I need help" Roman said, rubbing his temple.
"Yeah Seth stop arguing and help the man" Dean smirked
"I hate you. I really do" Seth said
"Yeah that's why you kiss me all the time, isn't it?"
Roman sighed softly, listening to the two argue back and forth for the next 15 minutes. He started to zone out after a while, slumping back in his chair. When he came to Seth had moved on top of Dean, the two lazily making out on the couch. Roman sighed and left the room, walking into the kitchen. Yeah that's about how all of their arguments ended.
It was fine, he didn't really know what he was asking for anyways. All they could've done was given him false hope anyways. A guy like Punk hanging around a girl like Aj obviously meant something. She was beautiful and talented, strong as hell and definitely everyone's type. She was tiny and cute- Roman...well Roman wasn't tiny at all, not the cutesy type of guy either. He was scary, intimidating, just not the type for someone to fall in love with either. Most people paid attention to his looks, wanting a quick and dirty hookup instead of an actual committed relationship. That's just not the type of guy he was.
He sighed softly, filling up his glass with some ice and water before heading to his room. He sat down at his desk, running his finger around the edge of the glass while he started to zone out again.
He hated feeling like this, it was weird and made his chest all tight. It's not like he wasn't attractive, he knew he was, he just wasn't what most people wanted and that was fine with him until meeting Punk. He found himself taking better care of himself, wanting to hear from Punk every day even if it were just a little wave or some small talk in the hall. The way Punk talks to him was different than when he was with Aj.
Maybe he just wasn't gay. That was fine. Roman would just get over him.
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It was a few weeks before Roman had seen Punk, or spoken to him. Not on purpose of course, their schedules just didn't line up. Until now.
He saw Punk at the company gym, his heartbeat immediately picking up upon seeing him sitting at one of the weight benches. That was the first sign that he wasn't gonna get over him any time soon, unfortunately. He was about to walk up to him but Aj was there, skipping over with a cold water bottle and a hand towel in her hands. Punk looked up at her from the bench with such adoration it felt like a slap to the face.
He put his headphones back on, swallowing the lump in his throat and walked right back out of the gym. He could always work out at home instead.
He got back home, immediately seeing Seth and Dean cuddling asleep on the couch. His chest squeezed, his eyes burning as he looked at them. He blinked a few times, seemingly stuck standing there looking at them. Dean looked so relaxed, his body draped over Seth's. The side of his face was squished against Seth's chest, his lips parted slightly. Seth had one arm dangling off the couch, the other wrapped possessively around Deans midsection, keeping his body pressed against his own. He walked over after taking his shoes off at the door, taking the throw blanket off the back of the couch and put it over them before heading back to his room.
Love was beautiful. He has always known that, he just wanted to experience it.
It seemed to come so easy for others. Was he cursed? Did he do something so bad in this life that he wasn't deserving of love for himself? Well, maybe that's just how he's supposed to live.
He could handle that, he just had to accept it.
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You would think after two years Roman would've gotten over his crush, but if anything it just got stronger.
He thought about him a lot, it was infuriating sometimes. He couldn't focus on anything but Punk and it was frustrating. He was supposed to be this crazy powerhouse of a man, but he keeps slipping.
He just finished his shower, walking into the locker room as he dried his hair with his towel. Punk was lingering at Roman's locker, quiet. Roman walked over, leaning against the locker, slinging the towel over his shoulder.
"Hey." He said softly
"Hey Ro" Punk smiled softly
"You okay?" Roman asked
"I just- uh. I just have a lot on my mind, right now.." Punk said softly.
"Wanna talk?"
Punk hissed through his teeth, shrugging softly. Roman hummed, crossing his arms.
"Long story short, I'm leaving the company." Punk said.
Roman swallowed hard, looking into those soft green eyes he fell so hard for. Punk looked sad, it hurt his chest.
"You're...leaving?" Roman asked, his voice quiet.
"There's just so much happening right now, I'm- it'll be better once I'm gone. I will be better once I'm gone."
"Punk—"
"I've tried everything already, Roman. I'm going." Punk said, gently squeezing his shoulder
"Well...still call me yeah? Check in?"
"Of course." Punk smiled, his hand dropping. "See ya around, Ro."
"Good luck, Punk."
"Luck is for losers"
Roman watched him walk out of the locker room, his chest feeling uncomfortably tight, his throat burning. He turned back to his locker, sighing softly before sitting down on the bench. He heard the door open, Seth's familiar laughter filling the silent locker room.
"Ro! Why are you still in here? C'mon we wanna go get food" Dean said, patting him on the back as he walked up to him.
"Oh you two can go, I'm not really hungry."
"Since when are you not hungry?" Seth pouted
"Yeah it's not fun unless you come" Dean said
"You saying I'm boring?" Seth huffed
"I'm saying I need Ro to balance out your drama." Dean said
"Guys—don't argue please, I'm—I'm just not hungry. I'll meet you at the house, yeah?"
Dean and Seth both looked at him then at each other, sighing softly.
"Okay. Talk to uncle Deano." Dean said, sitting down on the bench beside him.
Seth sat on the other side of Roman, his hand gently rubbing his back.
"I don't—" Roman's voice broke, cutting himself off. He covered his face with his hands, shrugging softly. "I'm just not feeling it, guys."
"You don't wanna talk about it?" Dean asked
"I wouldn't even know where to start." Roman sighed.
"Maybe you need a distraction for a little then, hm? We can go get food then watch a movie at home." Seth said
Roman sighed softly, rubbing his eyes. Dean frowned softly, sliding his hand up into his hair.
"Okay. Let me grab my stuff, I'll meet you guys in the car." Roman said
"Okay, where do you wanna go for food?" Seth asked
"I want a sandwich" Dean said
"You eat like three subway footlongs to get full" Seth grumbled as he stood up
"What's your point?"
"Subway actually sounds really good" Roman said, looking up at Seth
"Okay fine we can get subway" Seth said, ruffling Deans hair as he walked by him.
Dean jumped up off the bench, smacking Seth on the ass excitedly.
"Let's go then! C'mon blondie"
"Smack my ass one more time and I will bruise yours." Seth grumbled, making Dean giggle and smack his ass again before bolting out of the room.
Roman tied his hair back, sighing softly through his nose. He unlocked his locker, opening it. A piece of folded up paper fell out, falling to his feet. He bent down, picking it up and unfolded it. He couldn't recognize the handwriting, but it was nice.
I don't know if you'll ever know who this is, maybe I don't know if I even want you to know, but, it's easier to get my thoughts out in a letter instead of saying them to your face.
That sounds...not good.
I just get nervous. You're intimidating but in such a good way, any time we make eye contact it sends a chill through me. I love spending time with you, even if it's not a lot.
It's so hard to tell you how much I like you without going into detail. You're too smart you'll figure it out then I'll be embarrassed.
Romance isn't a big thing for me, I don't know what I'm doing with this letter honestly I just needed to write out what I was feeling, I think.
Roman I hope you know how lovely you are. You make me feel things I haven't felt in such a long time and I'm sure you don't even realize it. You're so strong but so soft, I see how you are with Dean and Seth behind the cameras, no longer having to put up that tough guy act, you even seem to relax around me too. I get to see your smile, it's beautiful. So. Beautiful.
It might be a while until I get to speak to you again, but I needed to give you this letter. Keep working hard, you're amazing out there. I really do admire you.
xx
Roman read over the letter again, his heart fluttering. He folded the paper up and put it in his wallet, slipping his wallet into his pocket.
He didn't know who it could've been from, the delusional side of him thinking maybe it could've been Punk.
Romance always did seem like a beautiful thing, but maybe it was just because he always imagined it being with Punk.
Stupid thought, but maybe he would live in his little delusion for a while longer.
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That "stupid" crush never went away. Here he was 10 years later, still thinking about Punk. Both of them were so busy they never really had the chance to chat anyways, but Roman usually texted him first. He was able to watch him fight still in other companies, seeing him thrive made Roman happy.
He still lived with Seth and Mox, the three of them still fighting side by side nearly every week. It felt good to be with them, they were so successful, so happy. It was perfect.
Seth and Mox had just gotten engaged, of course Roman was happy, he even got to record the entire thing. Then once again was reminded of the void in his own chest. He would never forget how empty his bed felt that night, the silence in his room so deafening.
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Roman had been looking forward to survivor series this year, Seth had a big match and he was going to be backstage with Mox to cheer him on.
Roman's heart dropped as he heard 'Cult of Personality' play, the crowd erupting into loud screams of joy. Mox grabbed his shoulders excitedly, shaking him.
He didn't expect a return, but he was never so happy to see someone.
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He didn't know what he was going to say to Punk first. Mox watched him pace back and forth, holding back his laughter. Seth came back, throwing his arms around Mox tightly, kissing the side of his head.
"Did ya see me out there?"
"You were insane baby, so good." Mox smiled, tugging him in for a quick kiss by his beard.
The cameras came in recording Punk and a bunch of other wrestlers, all congratulating Punk on his return back to the company. After his return he greeted so many people backstage, including Mox, and even Seth, even though in front of the cameras Seth had to act completely pissed off about his return to WWE just a few moments before. Everyone settled into their own conversations once more. Punk locked eyes with Roman, smiling softly. Roman's heart skipped a beat, swallowing hard as Punk walked up to him. His arms wrapped around Roman tightly, squeezing him. Roman immediately melted into the touch, the hug definitely too intimate for two people that are 'just friends'.
"Hey." Roman smiled
"Hey Ro. Missed ya."
"Oh did you? Couldn't tell." Roman teased, squeezing him tighter.
Punk held him tighter, his heart racing.
"Did you get my letter?" Punk asked
"Letter? Wait- backtrack. You had my address?" Roman asked, pulling back slowly.
"Actually uh...I left it in your locker...before I left."
Roman swallowed hard, his eyes wide as he looked into Punks eyes. Punk nervously licked over his bottom lip. Roman let go of him fully, digging in his pocket for his wallet and pulled out the old piece of paper, still folded up in his wallet.
"It was you?"
"You still—you have it?" Punk asked, his eyes wide.
"I hoped it was from you. I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it."
Punk pulled him into another tight hug, his arms wrapped around his neck tightly as he laughed in disbelief. Roman closed his eyes, his arms wrapping tighter around his waist, holding him close.
"I missed you." Roman whispered.
"You have no idea how happy that makes me." Punk said, tightening his grip around his neck.
"Hey guys, wanna go grab some dinner?" Seth asked, walking up to them.
Mox was standing right beside him, his arm slung around Seth's shoulders. Punk slowly pulled away from Roman, turning around.
"I was actually about to ask if you guys would um...give me the house for a couple hours?" Roman asked, taking a step forwards, his hand sliding up Punks lower back.
Mox and Seth shared a look before looking back at Roman.
"Yeah, sure man." Mox said softly
"Want us to bring you something home for dinner?" Seth asked
"If you want" Roman nodded
They nodded and walked away from them. Punk looked at Roman, a light blush on his cheeks.
"Wanna talk?"
"Just...talk?" Punk asked.
"Just talk." Roman blushed.
"Mm. Yeah, we should."
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The drive back to the Airbnb was really comfortable. There was a lingering tension of course, but still comfortable.
Roman led them inside, nervous.
"Why did you wait so long to tell me it was you? Or y'know actually why did you leave right after telling me?" Roman asked
"You're jumping straight into it—okay. Um.." Punk grabbed his hands, pulling him closer.
Roman took a few steps closer, squeezing his hands. Punk lifted one, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles.
"I wanted to, I wasn't sure how you'd react. I was...scared, I guess."
"Scared of me?" Roman asked
"No, never. Just...scared that my feelings wouldn't be something you'd like."
Roman frowned, pulling Punk into a tight hug. Punk slid his arms around Roman's hips, sighing softly as he nuzzled his face against his shoulder.
"I thought you were with Aj. I didn't even know you were queer. I was going to- well...at least attempt to tell you but it never seemed like the right timing." Roman said
"I thought you knew that was all for the storyline—I'm gay, Ro."
"I'm bad at things like this" Roman chuckled, squeezing him tighter before pulling back.
"Hey, it's okay." Punk said softly.
"Want something to drink? Then we can go to the couch and talk a little more?"
"Mhm, just some water is fine, thank you Ro."
Roman smiled, pulling him into the kitchen and grabbed them both a cold bottle of water. Punk leaned against the counter, eyes focused on Roman while he drank from his bottle.
"I'm sorry I wasn't good at keeping contact...I should've tried more- things have just been...crazy."
"I know. Things have been crazy for me too" Roman said softly
"So what does this mean for us then?" Punk asked, walking up to him.
"I'd love to take you out." Roman said, smiling softly.
"I think we should stay in, I hear you're an amazing cook." Punk said
"Oh the best. I could cook for you, it would be nice."
Punk smiled, his hands sliding up to his cheeks. Roman leaned into his touch, his cheeks heating up.
"Can I kiss you? Or do I have to wait another 10 years?" Punk teased
"Mm...maybe I make you wait a little longer..." Roman smirked softly, tugging his hips closer.
"Ah...of course you're a brat...that makes so much sense." Punk said, moving his hands to both sides of his neck.
Roman chuckled softly, leaning in and slowly connecting their lips. Punk slid his arms around his neck slowly, tugging him closer as he deepened the kiss. Roman slid one hand around his waist, his hand settling in the middle of his lower back. Punk sighed softly into the kiss, one hand moving up into Roman's hair.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this..." Punk whispered against his lips.
"Then don't stop..." Roman breathed out, gripping onto him tighter
Their lips connected in another heated kiss, Punk taking the lead this time. He walked them out of the kitchen, leading Roman back to the living room. Each kiss was more desperate than the last, the two of them sharing soft gasps of air, quiet moans. Punk pulled Roman towards the couch, walking backwards with Roman following, their lips never separating, not stopping until the backs of his knees hit the couch. He pulled Roman with him as he sat down, pulling Roman into his lap. Roman straddled his hips, his hands sliding up and down his chest. Punks hands moved down his shoulders, then down his back, resting just above his ass.
"Punk..." Roman mumbled.
"Mm?"
"I don't—know what I'm doing..."
Punk pulled back, looking into his eyes. Roman's cheeks were flushed, panting softly as he looked back at him.
"We're just kissing" Punk said softly
"Yeah but—I want...more. I've never um...done this kind of thing."
"Don't worry baby...I'll teach you as we go." Punk said, kissing him again.
Roman melted into the kiss, sinking down comfortably into his lap. Punks hands slowly slid down to his ass, holding him still while they kissed. Roman gasped softly, pushing back against his hands. Punk smirked softly against his lips, pulling back slowly to watch Roman chase his lips.
"You're so sensitive."
"Punk..." Roman blushed, gripping onto his shoulders
"It's cute." Punk chuckled, kissing him again.
Roman leaned forwards until their chests touched, his back arched slightly while they slowly kissed. Punk spread his legs a little wider, leaning back comfortably on the couch. He slowly rolled his hips up, testing how Roman would react. Roman's breath hitched at the first roll of his hips, grinding down harder to chase after the friction. Punk guided him with his hands still on his ass, kissing him slow and deep. Roman couldn't kiss back, too caught up in the pleasure shooting through his body.
"This is...crazy..." Roman panted, gripping onto him tighter
"You're doing so good."
"Shit..." Roman moaned, his lashes fluttering as he continued to grind against him.
Punk groaned softly, his hips rutting up to meet Roman's. Roman pulled his hair out of its bun, the soft curls falling past his shoulders. Punk ran his fingers through his hair, kissing him again. Roman whimpered softly into the kiss, his hands on Punks neck. Punk grabbed his hips, lifting him up and laid Roman down on the couch, climbing on top of him. Roman panted softly as he looked up at him, his face flushed.
"You're so cute like this." Punk laughed softly, kissing his cheek.
Roman whined softly, turning his head away, too shy to keep eye contact. He leaned down to his neck, carefully moving Roman's hair out of the way before pressing slow kisses against his neck while rocking his hips down against him. Roman moaned, quickly covering his mouth from embarrassment. Punk just smirked against his neck, moving Roman's legs to wrap around his waist, the newer angle letting their clothed hard-ons glide right against each other. Roman arched his back, both hands shooting out to grip at Punks shirt.
"Feels so good...please..."
"Please what?"
"Please don't stop." Roman moaned.
Punk smirked softly, kissing up his jaw while he rocked his hips. Roman held onto his shirt tightly, his breathing uneven as he lazily rocked his hips. Everything was so intense, maybe because it was the first time he ever did this with someone, maybe it was because he was finally with Punk, didn't matter, it just felt right.
"Punk—I...ah—more."
"Can you handle more? You're trembling already."
Roman groaned, tightening the grip of his legs around Punks waist and pulled him down firmer against him. Both of them wearing jeans was restricting too much, making him so much more desperate to feel punk against him. Punk chuckled against his neck, nipping lightly at his skin.
"Okay okay...I know what you need."
Roman watched quietly as Punk pulled back, unbuttoning Roman's pants first then his own. Roman lifted his hips, tugging his jeans down just under his ass. Punk lowered his underwear, sucking in a breath through his teeth as he palmed over his length, spreading the precome around his palm. Roman swallowed hard, pulling himself free from his underwear. Punk wrapped his fingers around their lengths together, leaning back over him and slowly stroked them together. Roman's head fell back against the arm rest of the couch, a soft moan slipping past his lips. Punks hips jerked into his hand at the sound of his moan, his breath hitching.
"Oh...fuck..." Roman whimpered, thrusting slowly into his hand.
"You're so hot what the fuck..." Punk panted, stroking them faster.
Roman moaned, gripping the back of his shirt. Punks hips jerked leaned down to his neck, kissing and sucking at the skin. Roman's stomach quivered, gripping onto him tighter. Punks facial hair tickled his neck with each kiss, his teeth grazing the skin after. The feeling made him twitch in Punks hold, thinking about how pretty the marks would look against his skin making him whine softly. Roman's thrusts were getting sloppier, unable to focus enough to keep a steady pace. Punk pulled his hand away, spitting into it then gripped them again, stroking them faster. Roman gasped, shuddering harshly.
"Kiss—mmh-kiss me" Roman begged softly, his nails digging into the bunched up material of punks shirt.
"So cute." Punk whispered, leaning in for another kiss.
He kissed him deeply, but soft. Roman was able to focus on the kiss long enough to calm himself down a bit, his grip loosening. Punk threaded his fingers through Roman's hair, holding him close as they kissed, slowing down his pace slightly. Roman moaned quietly into the kiss, sliding his hands up the back of Punks shirt, his nails scratching up his back. Punk moaned against his lips, burying his face in his neck again. He kept his hand still, holding them tight together as he thrusted his hips, letting out small moans against Roman's neck.
"Don't stop...I'm so close...please..." Roman whispered, his voice breaking.
"Me too baby." Punk groaned.
Roman thrusted up into his hand, completely out of sync with Punks thrusts. They were both chasing after their release, moaning softly. Roman's nails dug into Punks back, his body trembling as he got closer to that familiar edge. As he scratched down Punks back he felt Punk pulse against him, a loud, wanton moan slipping out against his neck. Roman rolled his eyes, moaning softly as he came seconds after him, both of them trembling as they shallowly thrusted into Punks hand. Roman whimpered, his hips bucking up into his hand even after Punk had stopped, his body twitching from over sensitivity.
"Calm down baby, we have all the time in the world..." Punk cooed, kissing up his neck to his ear.
Roman panted heavily, his hips stilling. He rubbed Punks back in slow circles, eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.
"You okay?" Punk asked softly
"Mhm...so good."
"Oh my god you're fucking adorable..." Punk giggled against his neck, pressing another soft kiss to his skin.
Roman giggled softly, tilting his head to give him more room. Punk sucked at his neck, kissing over each mark he made against his skin.
"My makeup artist is going to hate you.." Roman mumbled.
"Mm but you're not stopping me, are you?" Punk teased
"No..." Roman blushed.
"We do need to clean up though...before Seth and Mox come in."
Roman groaned, sighing dramatically.
"But I don't wanna move."
"Well that's too bad" Punk chuckled, pulling back.
Roman pouted softly, eyes roaming Punks body as he sat back on his heels and buttoned his pants back up. Roman pulled his pants back up, blushing softly.
"You have some clothes I could borrow?" Punk asked
"Mhm, come with me" Roman said as he sat up
"Well I already did that but if you insist—"
"You're so not funny" Roman blushed brighter, smacking his chest while Punk laughed.
Roman led Punk to the bathroom, both of them quickly cleaning up before he led Punk to his room. He grabbed a pajama set for himself as well as Punk. Punk wasted no time stripping his clothes off and changing right in front of Roman, who was still shy from their previous activities. Roman got dressed quickly, brushing through his hair. Punk walked up behind him, his arms slipping around his waist. Roman tucked his hair behind his ears, smiling softly as Punk nuzzled against the side of his neck.
"I think I already know the answer, but I'd be an idiot not to ask, will you be my boyfriend?" Punk asked softly
"Of course I will" Roman smiled, leaning back against him.
Punk turned him around, hugging him tightly. Roman smiled, his arms wrapping around his shoulders. He swayed them gently side to side, pressing gentle kisses against the side of Punks head. They heard the front door open along with the sounds of Seth and Mox talking, making them break apart from their hug.
"Let's go eat, I'm starving" Roman said
"Me too" Punk hummed, grabbing his hand and walked with him back out to the living room.
Seth and Mox were taking the food out of the bags, burgers and fries laid out on the coffee table. Mox was first to look at them, a knowing smirk appearing on his lips.
"You changed your clothes." He said.
"What if we just wanted to get cozy, huh?" Roman said, shifting nervously on his feet
"Bullshit." Mox laughed
Roman ran over to him, punching him in the stomach. Mox groaned, immediately jumping onto him. Seth sighed, shaking his head.
"I swear you two are just as bad as when we first met." He grumbled
Mox looked over at him from Roman's lap, a crazy smile on his lips.
"Yeah and?"
"Yeah what's your point?" Roman asked
"They're always like this?" Punk asked
"Constantly. They never actually hurt each other though" Seth said.
Roman pushed Mox off his lap, settling comfortably into his spot on the couch, patting the space next to him for Punk to sit in. Punk sat down beside him, his hand immediately running over his thigh, tugging one leg over his own.
"So...I see your talk went well." Seth said, smirking softly as he sat down.
"We actually didn't get too detailed, but we still have our first date coming up so, more talking then." Punk said
"Well then what did you do for an hour and a half?" Mox asked
"We did talk." Roman said
"Only a little" Punk said, looking back at him.
Roman blushed, avoiding his eye contact.
"Did you fuck?" Mox asked, taking a big bite out of his burger. Seth snorted, looking at them as he popped a few fries into his mouth.
"No." Roman said
"Then how come you changed?"
"Like I said, to get comfy." Roman said, grabbing his burger off the table and unwrapped it.
"Liar." Seth said, snuggling closer to Mox while he ate.
Punk chuckled, silently eating his burger.
"We kissed. You happy now?" Roman asked
"Well we want details, you've gone how many years without talking about anyone let alone seeing anyone, you think we are gonna not be interested?" Seth said
"You guys are so nosey.." Roman grumbled.
"He isn't lying though, we didn't fuck" Punk said, shrugging as he took another big bite out of his burger.
"But you did do something."
"Kissing....got intense.." Roman said, shoving more fries into his mouth.
Mox yelled, slapping Seth in the chest, nearly making him spit his food out.
"I fucking told you! You owe me $50!"
"Hey you don't know shit they didn't say what they did!" Seth argued
"They 100% were dry humping, I'm not an idiot, that's what we did our first time too" Mox argued
"Well yeah a little but that's not all" Punk said
"Oh my god stop talking-" Roman groaned, hiding his face in his hands.
"50 bucks, hand it over Sethie."
"Can I pay you in kisses?"
"No, cash only." Mox said, holding his hand out
"Wait—go back. You guys were betting on what we were doing?" Roman asked
"Well when you ask to have the place to yourself with the man you've been crushing on for 10 years, yeah, of course we did." Seth said
"I hate you both" Roman grumbled playfully
"Mhm, sure uce." Mox chuckled.
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After they all ate they realized just how late it had gotten. Punk decided to stay over, too comfortable lying against Roman on the couch to even attempt to leave. He didn't even know what they were watching, his eyes closed with his head on Roman's chest. Roman's arms were wrapped tightly around him, one hand slowly rubbing up and down his side while Roman rambled to Seth and Mox about their show. Roman had his feet up on the coffee table, leaning back so Punk would be comfortable. Seth and Mox were in a similar position on the other side of the couch, Mox curled up against Seth's side, the only difference between the two pairs being his arms tightly wrapped around Seth's midsection.
"You have to think about it from his perspective uce, All Might is his hero." Roman said
"His hero basically told him to get fucked, no, I don't understand how he likes him. I'd be crushed." Mox grumbled
"What the fuck are you two arguing about" Punk mumbled, half asleep and way too tired to even attempt to watch the show.
"Have you never seen my hero academia?" Seth asked
"No, I don't watch anime really. I've heard of it.." Punk yawned, nuzzling closer to Roman.
"It's really good, I'll start it over with you sometime soon." Roman said, gently playing with his hair.
"Mm...mkay.." Punk mumbled
Their voices slowly started to fade out the more relaxed Punk got in Roman's arms. He was falling asleep before he knew it, only listening to the rumble in Roman's chest from his voice and the strong smell of his natural scent surrounding him in comfort.
Roman looked down at Punk asleep on his chest, smiling softly as he kissed the top of his head. Seth and Mox looked at each other then at Roman, happy for him, he deserved love like this. He deserved to be happy.