“Okay, spill.” Jimmy crossed his arms and glared at his brother. “Why you being so nice to me?” 

Jey pretended to be confused, fiddling with the bottle of bourbon in his hands. He’d been about to pour another round of shots, no doubt trying to soften Jimmy up for whatever bullshit request he was about to ask for. 

“Whatchu mean, uce? I’m always nice.” 

Jimmy barked out a laugh. “Uh huh, sure. So, what do you want?” 

Jey shrugged, still maintaining innocence. “I don’t want nothing! I’m just trying to enjoy some shots with my brother. Sue me.” 

“Bullshit. You let me pick the music, the movie, and now you got my favorite bourbon? Be serious, dawg. You want something. Just spit it out.” 

Jey sighed, passing a hand over his face. “Alright, fine. Yeah, I need to ask you something, but you can’t say no. You gotta back me up.” 

“Back you up?” Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “Back you up for what?” 

Jey suddenly couldn’t meet Jimmy’s eyes. “So, you know how we’re flying out tomorrow morning?”

“Uh huh.” 

“Well, what if we didn’t?” 

Jimmy stared at him. “What if we didn’t… what? Leave South Carolina? You wanna live here or something?” 

“No, no, I mean, what if we didn’t fly? What if we drove?” 

“Drove where? We gotta get to Phoenix, uce. That’s where our next show at.” 

Jey kept fiddling with the bourbon bottle, still avoiding Jimmy’s eyes. “Yeah, but I thought we could roadtrip. It could be fun, you know? Like how we used to do? Rent a car and see the sights? Then we ain’t gotta be in a rush or nothing.” 

Jimmy still didn’t seem convinced. “That’s what all this was about? You wanna roadtrip this time instead of fly?” 

“Yes! Well, kinda.” Jey still seemed unsure. “I mean, you’re cool with driving, right? It’s a good change of pace.” 

“I mean, I guess. But that’s a long drive. I thought you said you liked flying more anyways?” 

“So? Maybe I changed my mind.” 

Jimmy squinted at him suspiciously. “Nah, there’s something else going on here. Why you wanna drive to Phoenix, uce? Be honest.” 

Jey let out a loud huff, seemingly annoyed. “Jesus, will you let me get it out?” 

“Get what out? You ain’t even said nothing!” 

“Sami asked me if I’d drive with him to Phoenix!” 

The room was suddenly very quiet. Jey’s own outburst seemed to have startled him, now looking embarrassed as Jimmy stared.

“Wait, this is about Sami?” 

“You ain’t gotta say it like that,” Jey grumbled, his cheeks suddenly red. “You know how he hates flying. He wants to drive and he asked if I’d go with him.”

“Oh.”

Jimmy considered. He knew that Jey and Sami had some kind of weird thing going on right now. And Jey had already fessed up weeks ago that he was hoping him and Sami could be something more. Jimmy, of course, was supportive, but he wasn’t sure what any of this had to do with him. 

“Well, then go with him!” Jimmy tried to inject some positivity into his tone. “It sounds like a good idea.” 

“I can’t go by myself! That would be weird.” 

“What?” Jimmy furrowed his brow. “Why would that be weird? You’re into him. He’s into you. Y’all can roadtrip together and maybe something’ll happen. That’s what you been wanting right?” 

“Okay, yeah, but that ain’t the point. I can’t go without you!” 

Jimmy scoffed. “Of course you can go without me. Why do I need to be there?” 

“We always travel together! It’ll be weird if you’re not there.” 

“Dawg, it’ll be weird if I am there! How you supposed to get freaky with Sami if your twin brother in the backseat?” 

“Jesus, don’t say it like that!” Jey held his face in his hands, now embarrassed. “And you have to go, okay? You have to distract Kevin.” 

Jimmy froze. “Wait, Kevin’s going?” 

“Yes! I can’t get rid of him, Jim. You gotta help me.” 

“Wait. Why did Sami ask you to drive to Phoenix if Kevin’s already riding with him?” 

Jey scowled. Clearly, this was a touchy subject. “Apparently he asked KO if he’d be willing to travel separate this time around and KO said no. Something about how they always travel together and there ain’t no need to change things now. I swear, KO knows I’m gonna be there and he trying to ruin it. Fucking dick.”  

Jimmy sighed. Knowing Jey (and Sami, for that matter), he was sure that something was getting lost in translation. 

“I seriously doubt KO just straight up refused to let you and Sami have some alone time. Come on, dawg, you know how Sami is. He probably wasn’t firm enough.” 

“Well, what am I supposed to do? Sami already asked and Kevin said no.” 

“Why don’t you talk to Kevin?”

Jey seemed horrified. “I can’t do that!” 

“Why not? I mean, him and Sami ain’t been together for years. I’m sure he’ll understand.” 

“No, he won’t! And Sami might not like it. I can’t screw things up now! I ain’t even made my first move yet.” 

Jimmy passed a hand over his face. Why did his younger brother have to make everything so complicated? “You want me to talk to him?” 

“No!” That seemed to horrify Jey even more. “No, uce. The solution is obvious. You come with us so Kevin’s distracted. Then when we get a hotel that first night, we’ll have an excuse to get two rooms instead of one.” 

“There ain’t no way Kevin is that oblivious, uce,” Jimmy scoffed. “I’m sure he’d let you and Sami get your own room. Then y’all can do… you know, whatever.” 

Jey ran his hands through his hair, looking exasperated. “But what if he doesn’t? This is my first real chance to be alone with Sami, uce. I can’t risk Kevin tagging along and ruining everything. I need you as my wingman. If he tries to pull some shit, you can be there to help. Then I don’t gotta look bad in front of Sami.” 

“Oh, so I gotta play the bad guy?” 

“If Kevin starts acting like a dick, then yeah!” 

Jimmy shook his head. “I really feel like all of this can be solved with one simple conversation with KO, man. He’s a dick, but he’s not heartless. If you tell him you want some alone time with Sami, I’m sure he’ll understand.” 

“You never listen to me,” Jey scowled, crossing his arms the same way he always did when he didn't get his way. “I done told you that Sami already told KO not to come and it didn’t work! So what the fuck am I supposed to do?” 

“Okay, first of all, I do listen to you. And second of all, I’m telling you, Sami probably didn’t explain it right to Kevin. If you just talk to him–”

“Are you gonna help me or not?” 

The room was silent again. Jey was still standing there with his arms crossed, still looking like the same, obnoxious little brother who always pitched a fit whenever Jimmy didn’t do exactly what he wanted when he wanted it. Jimmy let out another long-suffering sigh. Being the oldest sibling was not for the weak. 

“Fine!” Jimmy threw his hands up in the air. “But you owe me for this.” 

Jey beamed. “Sounds good! You want a shot now?” 

Jimmy collapsed on the hotel couch, exhausted. “Yeah. I think I need one.” 

The road trip did not start off well. At least, not for Jey. When Sami and Kevin arrived at the hotel to pick up the twins, Kevin was already sitting in the passenger seat beside Sami, oblivious to the fact that the passenger seat was obviously Jey’s rightful spot.  

Jey had covertly tried to signal to Jimmy for help, but Jimmy was simply too tired to care. It was five in the morning and he hadn’t had a single drop of coffee. All he could offer Jey was a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before passing out in the backseat. 

When Jimmy woke up again, the sun had risen. He sat up and blinked, wiping some drool from his cheek as Jey had slipped a warm cup of coffee from McDonald’s into his hand. Sami and Kevin chattered happily up front, the low sound of some horrendous French band playing on the speakers. Jey glared at him. 

“You supposed to be my wingman!” Jey hissed, too low for the others to hear. “How can you be my wingman if you sleeping the whole damn time?” 

Jimmy took a sip of his coffee, forcing himself to wake up. “Uce, please, it ain’t even that serious. You can sit up front at the next rest stop.” 

“What if he takes it again?” Jey leaned in closer, throwing a conspiratorial glance at Kevin who was laughing loudly at something Sami had said. “He’s crafty, Jim! You gotta keep him distracted.” 

Jimmy was too tired to argue. “Man, whatever.” 

The first rest stop was at a gas station in Georgia. Jey had rocketed out to the backseat and into the store, eager to finish his business so he could beat KO back to the car and take his rightful place in the passenger seat. When he returned, he was annoyed to find that Kevin hadn’t even left. He was still sitting in the passenger seat, scrolling on his phone while Sami pumped gas. Jey grabbed his brother by the arm. 

“See!” Jey whispered furiously. “He’s trying to sabotage me. He don’t want me sitting up front with Sami.” 

Jimmy shook him off. “Will you relax, dawg? He probably just ain’t gotta go. You can wait until the next stop.” 

“That won’t be ‘til lunch!” Jey narrowed his eyes at him. “You said you’d help me.” 

Jimmy shook his head. “I don’t know what you want me to do, bruh. Figure it out.” 

Unfortunately, Jey did. 

“Hey, Sami,” Jey said, forcing his tone to sound casual once everyone was loaded back in the car. “Jim said he wanted to drive for a bit. Is that cool?” 

“Oh?” Sami turned around to look at them, his eyebrow raised. “So soon? I mean, I’m good to keep driving at least until lunch.” 

“Yeah, he just getting restless back here.” Jey nudged Jimmy so hard in the ribs he winced. “Right, Jim?” 

Jimmy rubbed his sore ribs, throwing his brother an angry glare. “Sure.”  

“You’re not on the car rental agreement,” Kevin said flatly, not even bothering to look back at them. “You have to give the car rental company your driver’s license number in advance. And we obviously didn’t have your information when we picked up the car.” 

“Oh, no! I forgot all about that!” Sami seemed distressed. “I’m sorry, Jimmy. I didn’t even think about it!” 

“It’s probably for the best,” Kevin continued, still scrolling on his phone, as if he were bored. “They probably don’t need to be driving anyways given their history.” 

The twins instantly bristled and Sami was quick to de-escalate the situation. 

“Whoa, okay. No need to bring that up, Kev. Besides, I really don’t mind driving. I love it actually! So don’t worry, Jim. Maybe when we stop for lunch I’ll call the company and see if I can add you to the plan. Is that okay?” 

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Jimmy scowled, now glaring murderously at the back of Kevin’s head. “I’m good.” 

Sami still looked apologetic. “Well, if you change your mind, let me know. It’s really not a problem.” 

Jimmy just nodded, forcing himself to swallow his anger. If Jey hadn’t been trying so hard to get in Sami’s pants, Jimmy probably would have come across the console and beat the shit out of KO right then and there. But he was supposed to be Jey’s wingman. He needed to keep it together. 

When they picked Taco Bell for lunch, everyone was in agreement to eating inside to get a break from the car. Unfortunately, every other traveler in America had the same idea. The building was packed, though Jey was thrilled when there were only small tables available. He quickly grabbed Sami and sat with him alone in the corner, excited to finally have some one-on-one time. That left Jimmy with Kevin. 

They took a small table by the window, though neither of them spoke. Instead, they ate in silence, determined to look everywhere but each other. It wasn’t until they finished eating that Kevin finally deigned to speak to him. 

“So, why are you here?” Kevin’s tone was short. “Why’d you tag along?” 

Jimmy scowled, already irritated. “My brother asked me to come. Not that it’s any of your business.” 

“Well, it is my business,” Kevin snapped, his eyes burning with anger. “Sami and I always travel together. He’s never invited anyone along before.” 

“Well, you didn’t always travel together, did you?” Jimmy couldn’t keep the bite out of his words, a smug smile on his face. “He used to travel with us all the time.” 

Kevin seemed annoyed at the reminder. “Well, he’s not in your Bloodline anymore, is he? He travels with me now. And I’m not even sure why he’d want you here. I thought you hated him.” 

“I don’t hate Sami,” Jimmy seemed almost surprised at the insinuation. “You, on the other hand–” 

“How do I know you and your brother aren’t up to something?” Kevin interrupted, his eyes narrowed. “Because it just seems a little strange to me that you would want to be friends with us at all. And besides, I thought your brother hated Sami? Why is he pretending to be cool with him now?” 

Jimmy curled his lip in anger. “Jey ain’t pretending anything, you dumb fuck. Him and Sami been cool for a while now. Guess you had your head too far up your ass to notice.” 

“You think I believe this new best friend act? Please. You and your brother have been Roman’s henchman for too long to make believe that you’ve really changed. You think I forgot what you and your family did to us?” 

“In case you ain’t notice, asshole, Roman’s gone. We ain’t with the Bloodline no more.” 

“Doesn’t mean you’ve changed.” Kevin’s face was twisted into something hateful. “And if you even think about betraying Sami again, you’re going to be dealing with me.” 

“Is that some kind of threat?” 

“Who’s a dumb fuck now?” 

Jimmy nearly came out of his chair before a firm hand on his shoulder stopped him. 

“Whoa! You guys good?” Sami seemed concerned as approached their table, Jey lingering behind him with wary eyes. 

“You better come get your boy, uce,” Jimmy fumed, his fists still clenched. “Because I ain’t gonna take that disrespectful shit all the way to Phoenix.” 

Kevin’s eyes glittered with malice. “I could say the same for you. Otherwise, we’ll have to handle some things in the parking lot.” 

“Why wait? I’ll fuck you up right here in this Taco Bell.”

“Okay, stop. Please, stop.” Sami seemed distressed, now moving to Kevin’s side. “Kevin, you’re making a scene.” 

“Me? He’s the one who–”

“Can I talk to you outside for a minute?” 

Kevin clenched his jaw. “Sami, I’m not the one who started this. We don’t have anything to talk about.” 

“Yes, we do.” Sami’s voice was firm. “Outside. Now.” 

Kevin reluctantly allowed Sami to tug him out of the building, leaving the twins alone. 

Jimmy forced him to take some more deep breaths, trying to ignore how everyone was still staring at him. Jey munched on a cinnamon twist. “Do I wanna know?” 

“Man, you were right,” Jimmy scowled. “KO is a fucking dick.” 

Jey nodded sagely. “I don’t know how to get rid of him. Glad you here though. Keeps him off my back for once.” 

“For once? You dealing with this all the time?” 

“Any time I wanna be around Sami, there’s KO. Like a fucking shadow or something. He really hates me.” 

Jimmy passed a hand over his face. Dealing with Kevin Owens wasn’t new. He just wasn’t normally dealing with him in his free time. 

“Look, I know KO’s a dick, but you can’t fight him on this trip.” Jey seemed concerned. “If y’all fight then Sami gon’ be all upset and I ain’t gonna get to shoot my shot. You not gon’ let him rile you up though, right? You got my back?” 

Jimmy couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head incredulously. “The things I do for you to get some dick,” he chuckled, but he still dabbed his brother up, his anger retreating. “But I gotchu, uce. I ain’t gonna blow things between you and Sami. I’m your wingman, remember?” 

“Yeet.” Jey grinned, his teeth full of cinnamon. “Now I gotta go grab the passenger seat before KO get there. Sorry about sticking you in the back with him.”

“Nah, it’s cool. I’ll just nap.” 

“You the best, uce.” 

“You still owe me though.” 

Jey held out the bag. “Cinnamon twist?” 

The afternoon was quiet. Jey finally got the passenger seat, forcing Jimmy and Kevin to sit together in the back. Jimmy was happy to wear his headphones and nap, ignoring how close Kevin was to him. Why was the backseat so small? Every time Sami hit a bump in the road, their knees would knock together, leaving Jimmy on edge. He was grateful when he finally settled enough to sleep. 

Eventually, the night grew dark. After another drive-thru for dinner, it was time to start looking for a hotel. Jimmy wasn’t picky. He was just eager to get out of the car and finally get some alone time. They found a cheap spot off the beaten path with good reviews and trudged into the lobby with their luggage in tow. 

Jimmy collapsed on a chair in the lobby, allowing Jey to leave his luggage beside him as he and Sami went up to the front desk. It looked like Kevin was about to join them, but Sami waved him away. “I’ll get the rooms,” Sami said quickly, motioning for Kevin to sit down beside Jimmy. “Just relax. I’ll be right back.” 

Kevin seemed suspicious, but he didn’t argue, taking a seat beside Jimmy without so much as a sideways glance. 

They waited. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

Jesus, what was taking so long? 

Eventually, they returned. 

“Well, good news and bad news,” Sami announced, passing out the key cards. “They’re low on vacancies and only had two rooms available.” 

“That’s fine,” Kevin grunted, accepting his card. “What room are we in?” 

“Um…” Sami suddenly looked uncomfortable. “I… well, the twins probably need a break, Kev, don’t you think? Why don’t you bunk with Jimmy?” 

“I don’t want to bunk with him.” Kevin’s tone was laced with such vitriol that even Sami looked surprised. “Besides, what do they need a break for? Don’t they room together all the time?” 

It was taking all of Jimmy’s willpower to not make a scene. While he’d agreed to do this for his brother, it had been under the assumption that he would at least have his own room at the end of the night. The last thing he wanted was to share a space with a man who hated his guts. 

“They don’t have any other rooms?” Jimmy tried to keep his tone even but he knew he sounded angry, even to his own ears. “Like, they completely full?” 

“Yeah.” Sami seemed distressed. “But it’s just for one night. We’ll be back on the road first thing in the morning.” 

“Well, good! It sounds like a plan!” Jey was quick to grab his suitcase from Jimmy’s hand, tugging Sami towards the elevator before anyone else could protest. “See you in the morning!” 

“Uce!” Jimmy tried to call after him, but Jey just threw him a warning look, the meaning clear: Do not blow this for me. 

Jimmy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. How did he always end up in these situations? 

Now that it was just Jimmy and Kevin in the lobby, the silence was awkward and oppressive. Kevin seemed positively wrathful, his grip on his suitcase so tight that his knuckles were blanched. Jimmy shifted uncomfortably. While he wasn’t Kevin’s biggest fan, he still wanted to keep things civil, at least in the hopes of making the night bearable. He tried extending an olive branch. 

“Aye, man, I’m sorry about earlier,” Jimmy offered, trying to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation. “But it’s just for one night. I’ll stay out of your way and–”

Kevin yanked his suitcase and walked off without a word. Jimmy watched him leave, trying to keep his anger under control.

Great. This was just great.

Leave it to Kevin Owens to make things more miserable than they needed to be. He reluctantly followed him to their room. 

Of course, things didn’t get any better when they arrived. Mostly because it was the wrong room. Or at least, it had to be the wrong room because there was only one bed. And not just any bed. A double. A double was barely big enough for two normal sized people, let alone two very large wrestlers both over six feet tall. 

Kevin immediately pulled out his phone, calling Sami, who was a floor above them. 

“Hey! You guys already settled in?” Sami’s voice on speaker sounded far too chipper and Kevin scowled. 

“I think you gave us the keys to your room. There’s only one bed here.” 

“Oh! Um, yeah… that’s all they had.” Sami sounded sheepish, even over the phone. 

“Sami, I’m not sharing a bed with Jimmy Uso.” Kevin’s voice was so biting that Jimmy considered throwing something at his head. “Besides, I couldn’t share even if I wanted to. The bed’s barely big enough for one person, let alone two.” 

“That’s all they had, Kev. Sorry, but my phone’s about to die so I better go. I’ll see you in the morning!” 

“Sami, don’t you dare–”

The call disconnected and Kevin groaned in frustration, muttering something in French that Jimmy didn’t understand. 

The silence stretched long again. Jimmy finally pulled out his wallet. 

“I think I got a quarter in here. I’ll flip you for it. Heads or tails?” 

Kevin turned around to glare at him. “What are you talking about? I’m not sleeping on the floor.” 

“Well, not if you call it.” Jimmy held up the coin. “Heads or tails?” 

“Forget it. I’m taking the bed. You can sleep on the floor.” 

Jimmy blinked. “Are you being deadass right now?” He waved the coin in Kevin’s face. “I’m trying to make it fair, uce. You really that fucking selfish?” 

“I’ve had two knee surgeries. I think I’m entitled to the bed.” 

“I’ve had a knee injury too, uce. You ain’t special.” 

The two men faced off. Kevin’s eyes were practically burning, a stark contrast to the cool blue of his irises. Jimmy could see that his fists were twitching at his sides, as if he were resisting the urge to punch Jimmy in the face. 

“You gonna hit me, KO?” Jimmy knew he was playing with fire, but he didn’t care. “Go on. You know you want to.” 

Kevin’s hands were suddenly fisted in Jimmy’s shirt, shoving him up against the grimy hotel wall. For some reason, Jimmy just smirked and allowed it. He couldn’t deny the small thrill at getting the Prize Fighter this riled up. He knew he got under the man’s skin, but he didn’t know it was this bad. Besides, Kevin was always a joy to watch when he was full of hate and righteous anger. It was part of what made wrestling him so much fun. 

“Let me make this clear,” Kevin snarled. “I don’t like you. I don’t want you here. I don’t know why you and your brother are tagging along, but I’m watching you. And if you try anything, I’m going to beat your ass like I did at WrestleMania. Got it?” 

Jimmy couldn’t contain his smile. He felt almost giddy, a new fire thrumming in his veins as Kevin stared him down. 

“Got it.” 

Kevin stared at him then eventually let him go, his gaze still suspicious. 

“So, you don’t mind sharing the bed then?” Even though Jimmy wasn’t particularly eager to share a bed with anyone, let alone Kevin Owens, he wasn’t going to back down without a fight. He had just as much right to the bed as Kevin did. And he sure as hell wasn’t sleeping on the floor. 

Kevin let out a huff. “Fine. Do whatever you want. I don’t care.” 

Jimmy watched with amusement as Kevin slammed his suitcase down on the bed, effectively claiming the side near the window. 

“Cool.” 

The silence stretched long again. Jimmy tried to turn on the TV but once he set the remote down, Kevin grabbed it and turned it off. Petty bastard. At least Jimmy was able to make it to the bathroom to shower first, much to Kevin’s annoyance. 

Unfortunately, it wasn’t until Jimmy finished his shower that he realized he’d left his pajamas in his suitcase on the bed. With a groan, he wrapped a towel around his waist to collect his clothes, ignoring Kevin who had been waiting impatiently outside. 

“Took you long enough.” 

Jimmy threw him a cheeky wink. “Just trying to be considerate, uce. Didn’t wanna stink up the place.”

Kevin just grunted in response, his expression inscrutable once he realized Jimmy was covered in nothing but a towel. 

A few loud thumps from the room upstairs had both of them pausing to stare up at the ceiling, now concerned. Great. Hopefully they weren’t staying below inconsiderate assholes. 

“Hope that won’t happen all night,” Kevin muttered. 

“I just hope it ain’t Jey and Sami,” Jimmy sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t wanna hear all that.” 

“Me neither.” 

Jimmy paused at Kevin’s words, glancing over at him. “You really hate Jey that much?” 

“Do I really need to answer that question?” 

“Come on, dawg. Jey’s liked Sami for a while now. Why can’t you just be happy for them?” 

Kevin clenched his jaw, his grip tight on the toiletry bag he was holding. “I told you. I don’t trust him. Or you. I don’t want Sami getting hurt again.” 

Jimmy tried to be understanding. “Hey, I get it. You and Sami have history. You care about him. But come on, uce. It’s obvious Sami likes him too. It wouldn’t kill you to be supportive.”

Kevin glared at him. “Why do you care so much? I didn’t even think you’d like the idea of them being together.” 

“Why?” Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “I’ve always liked Sami. I mean, sure, we had that falling out at the Rumble, but we all been cool since me and Jey left the Bloodline.” 

“I guess I just didn’t think you’d support it.” 

“Support what?” 

Kevin shrugged. “Jey being with a guy. No offense but neither of you come off as the most open-minded.” 

“I ain’t got any room to judge my brother,” Jimmy muttered. “Not for this.” 

Kevin kept his face neutral, though Jimmy could still see the curiosity sparkling in those blue eyes.

“Does that mean you’ve… dabbled?”

Jimmy huffed out a laugh. “You make it sound like sleeping with guys is the same as recreational drug use.” 

“I’m just curious.” 

Jimmy was suddenly very aware that he was still wearing nothing but a towel. He shifted uncomfortably, finally pulling a pair of sweatpants free from his bag. 

“Alright, yeah. I’ve had my fair share of experiences. Is that what you wanna hear?”

Kevin raised an eyebrow. For a man who was hardly ever caught off guard, it was clear Jimmy had managed to surprise him. 

“I didn’t know that.”

“Well, now you do.” Jimmy glared at him. “Now, you gonna use the bathroom now or what? I gotta change.” 

Kevin didn’t say anything. He just quietly retreated, leaving Jimmy alone. 

Jimmy tugged on his sweatpants, trying not to overthink their conversation. He hadn’t exactly meant to come out to Kevin Owens, but he knew it was only a matter of time. If Jey and Sami were going to be spending more time together, it would make sense that Kevin was going to be a growing presence in their lives. Sami and Kevin were best friends. Jimmy likely wasn’t getting rid of him any time soon. 

Still, he wasn’t sure how he felt about admitting to Kevin, another single man, that he was into guys, especially now when they were trapped in a hotel room together and sharing a bed. 

Jimmy crawled under the covers and tried not to think about it. It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t have to mean anything. Kevin probably didn’t care and why should he? He hated Jimmy anyway.

When Kevin finally emerged from the shower, Jimmy was propped up against the headboard, scrolling on his phone. At first he didn’t look up when Kevin walked past, though a familiar flash of orange had Jimmy’s eyes snapping up in annoyance. 

“Wait, what the fuck, uce?” 

Kevin smirked, looking triumphant. He was wearing an orange tank top, a very familiar orange tank top. 

“Why the fuck you wearing an Uso Crazy shirt? Where did you even get that?” 

Kevin seemed amused. “I have lots of wrestling merch. Do you like it?” 

Jimmy glowered at him. “Man, whatever.” 

Jimmy rolled over to return to his phone, trying to ignore his growing irritation. He knew that Kevin was doing this to get under his skin, but for some reason it was working. 

He felt the bed dip as Kevin sat down, the sound of his lamp cutting off plunging the room into darkness. Jimmy ignored it. He continued to scroll on his phone, though when Kevin pulled the sheets back and climbed in, Jimmy could feel his irritation reach new heights. The bed was simply too small to accommodate both of them. Even though Jimmy was practically hanging off the edge of the bed, he could feel Kevin’s back pressed tightly against his own. Jimmy jerked away. 

“Uce, be so fucking for real right now.” 

“It’s a fucking double,” Kevin snapped. “What do you want me to do about it?” 

Jimmy was so squished he couldn’t even lay on his back without half of his body hanging off the bed. He sat up. 

“You have more room. Move over.” 

“I don’t have any more room! I’m practically hanging off the edge of the bed!” 

“Me too, uce! The bed ain’t that small. You just being a dick.” 

“Look for yourself! I’m literally hanging off the bed as we speak.” 

Jimmy peeked over and unfortunately Kevin was right. He was hanging off the edge of the bed. 

“You can still sleep on the floor if you want.” 

“Not a chance, uce.” 

Jimmy tried to get comfortable, but it was impossible. He couldn’t lay on his back or stomach. If he laid on his left side, his ass was pressed flush to Kevin’s. If he laid on his right side, something far more intimate would be pressed there. 

“Stop flopping around like a fish,” Kevin snapped. “Otherwise neither of us are going to get a wink of sleep.” 

Jimmy was suddenly regretful that he had slept so much in the car. He was too wired now to even consider sleep, though he doubted he would have been comfortable enough to do it anyway. 

To his surprise, Kevin didn’t move at all. He seemed content to lay away from Jimmy with one leg hanging off, somehow not uncomfortable. 

The room was dark and quiet. Jimmy forced himself to face the wall, trying to ignore the feeling of Kevin’s warm body pressed to his back. Eventually, he heard Kevin’s breathing deepen and he began to snore. 

Jimmy cursed his luck. Of course, of course, this was happening to him. Trapped in a room with Kevin Owens in the middle of nowhere, stuck in a bed too small to even lay in. Kevin’s snores grew louder and Jimmy buried his face in the pillow. 

Time passed slowly. Jimmy tried his best to sleep, but between Kevin’s snores and his limited range of movement, he was simply too uncomfortable. And with Kevin pressed so close, it was taking all of Jimmy’s willpower not to think about him. 

He wasn’t sure what it was about the Prize Fighter that had him under Jimmy’s skin. Maybe if he was ugly, Jimmy would think about him less. Maybe then he wouldn’t be thinking about Kevin’s strong muscles or mesmerizing smile or pretty blue eyes. Jimmy had never admitted it, but he’d always found Kevin attractive. How could he not? Especially back in the old days when they were actually friends and Kevin actually seemed to enjoy his company. Personally, Jimmy had always enjoyed looking into Kevin’s intelligent eyes, listening to his funny jokes, and admiring his wrestling form. It was something he’d never shared, but maybe he should have. Maybe then things would have been different. 

Jimmy didn’t want to admit it, but he was almost disappointed that Kevin didn’t like him anymore. Sure, he had a good reason for it. The Bloodline had tormented Kevin for years. Jimmy wasn’t proud of everything he’d done to Kevin while under Roman’s thumb, even if he had just been following orders and trying not to be excommunicated from his own family. It still wasn’t an excuse. Him and Jey should have walked away from Roman years ago. Kevin Owens hated him. But Jimmy only had himself to blame. 

Kevin rolled over in his sleep and Jimmy stiffened when he felt a strong arm drape over his hip.

Okay. Okay, be cool. Be cool. 

Kevin’s snoring told Jimmy that he was still asleep and Jimmy wanted to keep it that way. He reached up, intending to push Kevin’s arm off, but then suddenly Kevin’s hand was gripping him harder, pulling him back until Jimmy’s body was flush against his. Jimmy’s breathing stuttered when he felt something press against his ass, instinctively pulling away at the feeling. Unfortunately, Kevin just held him tighter, still snoring. 

Jimmy’s mind was racing. He couldn’t deny that he was enjoying the feel of Kevin’s arm around him, his body warm as he held the younger man close. Kevin was one of the few men that was actually big enough to make Jimmy feel comfortable being held like this. Most of the time when he was the little spoon, the men holding him from behind were so small it felt like he was wearing a backpack. Kevin felt sturdy and strong, holding Jimmy close like he was something precious to him. 

Jimmy forced himself to push these thoughts from his head. Kevin didn’t care about him. He was just asleep. Probably dreaming about someone he actually liked and cared about. 

Jimmy was so lost in thought that he hadn’t even noticed that Kevin’s snoring had stopped. 

“Why haven’t you moved away?” Kevin whispered in his ear and Jimmy jumped in surprise. 

“Jesus, what the fuck, uce?” Jimmy tried to move, but Kevin’s hand came up fast, grabbing Jimmy by the throat to pull him back flush against Kevin’s broad chest. 

“Not so fast, sweetheart. I didn’t say you could leave.” 

Jimmy’s body went hot, his cheeks inflamed as Kevin’s fingers wrapped around his windpipe. He felt his erection jump in his sweatpants at the rough treatment, though he was grateful Kevin couldn’t see it. He hadn’t been manhandled like this in a long time. 

“How long were you letting me hold you?” Kevin murmured, his tone mocking. “Didn’t even realize I was doing it until I woke up with you in my arms. You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, Jimmy?” 

“Maybe you should ask yourself why you were holding me in the first place,” Jimmy spat, trying to inject some venom in his tone. Kevin’s grip on his throat tightened and Jimmy forced himself not to make a sound. He didn’t want to give Kevin the knowledge that having a hand on his throat like this was actually something he enjoyed. It was just too embarrassing. 

“I wake up and you’re laying here, just so sweet and warm with my arms around you. Did you like it?” 

“Man, fuck off!” Jimmy tried to struggle, but Kevin’s grip on his neck was too powerful. His fingers tightened and Jimmy let out a choked gasp, now fully hard in his sweatpants. Did KO know that was a turn on for him or was he just trying to be a bully? Jimmy had to remind himself that most people, normal people, would be frightened at the feeling of their windpipe being crushed and their oxygen stolen from them. 

“It’s okay if you liked it,” Kevin cooed. “Especially now that I’ve learned so much about you tonight.” 

Jimmy hissed as Kevin’s fingers dug deeper into his neck. “Oh, I get it,” he wheezed. “You learned I’m into guys and then you pull this shit? You coulda just told me you liked me, uce. I woulda been down.” 

“Is that so?” 

Something pressed against Jimmy’s ass and Jimmy stiffened at the feeling, causing Kevin to laugh. 

“You seem scared,” Kevin teased. “Thought you had experience.” 

“I’m not scared of anything.” 

Kevin laughed again and the sound was mean. “If you’re not scared, then why are you shaking, hm? Practically trembling in my arms.” 

Jimmy wished the truth wasn’t so damning. It didn’t help when Kevin squeezed his throat again and Jimmy actually whined, the sound so embarrassing that his body flushed hot again. 

“What pretty noises you make, mon chéri.” Kevin’s beard was tickling Jimmy’s neck, his breath still warm in Jimmy’s ear. “And you’re right. I can’t stop thinking about what you told me. Makes me wonder what I would have done if I had known about it sooner.” 

Jimmy didn’t trust himself to speak. Not when Kevin’s hand around his throat felt this good, his body betraying him as Kevin held him captive. He was horrified he’d open his mouth and even more embarrassing noises would spill out, giving away just how much he was enjoying this. 

“If I had known…” Kevin’s other hand reached around to pull Jimmy impossibly closer, his hand burning like a brand against Jimmy’s feverish skin. “I would have bent you over and put you in your place ages ago.” 

Jimmy’s cock jumped at his words and Jimmy forced himself to keep his mouth shut. He was still reminded that Kevin’s brutal fingers were still wrapped around his windpipe. If Jimmy struggled, he might leave bruises. Bruises he didn’t want to explain. 

“Would you have liked that?” Kevin’s free hand kneaded at the warm flesh of Jimmy’s chest, exploring him. “Would you?” 

“Let me go.” Jimmy’s voice was hoarse, the words scraping raw on their way out. 

Kevin’s tongue flicked out to lick at Jimmy’s ear and Jimmy shivered. 

“You sure that’s what you want?” Kevin’s tone didn’t seem mocking anymore. Instead, he sounded almost breathless, maybe even a little disappointed at the thought of letting him go. “Because your body is telling me you like it when someone roughs you up like this.” 

His hand traveled further down and flicked at one of Jimmy’s nipples and this time Jimmy couldn’t suppress the needy whine that left his throat. Kevin chuckled. 

“I should have known. You talk a good game, Jim, but you need a firm hand, don’t you? Need someone who isn’t afraid to fuck that snot-nosed attitude out of you.” 

Jimmy’s pride wanted him to argue with Kevin, but he still didn’t trust himself to speak. Kevin’s clever fingers were still pinching and fondling his nipples, no doubt trying to coax more humiliating sounds out of him. 

“What? No more fight left? You surprise me, Jimmy. I didn’t know you’d take it this sweet.” 

Jimmy screwed his eyes shut. He couldn’t decide if this was a dream or a nightmare. He was beyond humiliated that Kevin Owens of all people had discovered just how submissive he liked to be, but he couldn’t deny how good it felt. It had been a long time since any man had made him feel like this. 

“So, I’ll ask again,” Keivn said, his tone conversational now. “Do you really want me to let you go?” 

Jimmy trembled in Kevin’s hold, but Kevin’s fingers just tightened, forcing out another choked wheeze from the Samoan’s throat. 

“Answer me, slut. Do you want me to let you go?” 

Molten heat licked across Jimmy’s limbs like wildfire, the feeling so good that he almost came from Kevin’s words alone. 

“No.” 

Despite all his bravado, Jimmy couldn’t lie. He didn’t want Kevin to let him go. The dominant hand on his throat just felt too good, his body practically vibrating with arousal as Kevin held him close. His pride was slipping away, lust now clouding his mind and making it difficult to think. Kevin’s mocking laughter didn’t help. 

“Such a good boy,” he crooned. “You’ve been holding out on me, Jimmy. If I had known you were this easy to tame, I’d have put my hands on you years ago. I bet you take it real sweet, don’t you? I bet you beg for someone to fuck you then thank them for filling you up with their come.” 

“Don’t…” Jimmy’s plea came out breathless, his body still trembling in Kevin’s arms. “Don’t say it like that.” 

“Why not? It’s true, isn’t it?” Kevin’s fingers pinched his nipple again and Jimmy whimpered. “Now, Jey… I won’t lie. I had my suspicions about him. I had a feeling he’d bend over for just about anyone who asked. But you really had me fooled, Jim. You’ve got to be the locker room’s best kept secret.” 

“I don’t kiss and tell.” 

“Aw, does that mean I get to be another one of your dirty little secrets?” 

Kevin didn’t know how close he was to the truth. Jimmy had fooled around with his fair share of wrestlers in the locker room, but it had been years since he’d done anything like this. He’d taken great pains to keep it all under wraps. It helped that most of the men he’d been with had gone on to AEW. 

“Should have known both Uso twins were this slutty,” Kevin teased, his hand trailing further down Jimmy’s stomach. “Though I guess Sami’s getting a taste for himself upstairs, isn’t he?” 

Jimmy screwed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to think about how his brother was likely getting identical treatment from Sami in the room above theirs. While he often joked with Jey about how they did everything together, he hadn’t meant like this. 

Kevin’s hand tugged at the waistband of Jimmy’s sweatpants and Jimmy’s hips bucked forward instinctively, causing his body to flush even hotter in embarrassment. 

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Kevin cooed, his tone mocking. “Let me feel you.” 

Jimmy let out a gasp when Kevin’s hand finally found his erection, his fingers immediately wrapping around the length to give it a good feel.

“Knew you were packing some heat in those black pants you always wear, Uso,” Kevin teased. “Knew there had to be a reason why you were strutting around backstage like you owned the place.” 

Jimmy continued to writhe in Kevin’s hold. The dominant hand on his throat, combined with Kevin’s slow strokes, was causing more heat to spread across his body. His mind was completely fogged with arousal, his hips rutting forward to chase even more friction from the older man’s hand. 

“Needy thing, aren’t you?” 

Kevin removed his hands from Jimmy’s pants and released his throat, causing Jimmy to whine in disappointment. 

“Hush, mon cœur. Let me grab something from my bag. Take these off.” He tugged on Jimmy’s pants one final time before moving away, his side of the bed now empty and cold. Despite his disappointment, Jimmy was quick to obey, stripping his sweatpants off and sighing with relief as the cool air hit his sweaty legs. 

Jimmy couldn’t see much in the darkness of the room, but there was still enough light peeking through the curtains for him to see Kevin’s silhouette move towards the end of the bed—the only warning before Kevin ripped the sheets back and grabbed Jimmy by the ankle.

“Come here, slut.” 

He dragged Jimmy to the edge of the bed, rolling him over onto his stomach so lube-coated fingers could begin nudging at his hole. 

“That’s it,” Kevin crooned, keeping his other hand firm on Jimmy’s back to hold him down. “Open up for me. Let me in.” 

Jimmy hissed at the intrusion. It had been a long time since he’d last taken dick, but his body still remembered. He did his best to relax and allow Kevin’s fingers to breach him, focusing on his breathing to ensure that his muscles stayed loose and pliant. Kevin chuckled. 

“What a practiced slut. You must do this a lot, huh? I should have known. Someone as pretty as you must have a long string of lovers.” 

The mixture of praise and degradation had Jimmy burying his face into the mattress, trying his best to hide his whimpers as Kevin scissored him open. 

“What? No words for me? You had plenty of shit to say earlier.” Kevin’s fingers nudged deeper and Jimmy whimpered. “Amazing how the second I put my hands on you, you turn into this sweet, submissive little thing. Come on, Jimmy. Let me hear you.” 

Jimmy shook his head, keeping his face down to try to hide the embarrassing noises Kevin’s fingers were drawing out of him. 

“I said, let me hear you.” Kevin’s free hand was suddenly in Jimmy’s hair, tangling in the damp curls to wrench Jimmy’s head. Jimmy gasped, letting out a much louder whine of pain. 

“There you are,” Kevin chuckled, sounding pleased. “Keep making those sweet little noises, slut. I want to hear it all.” 

Kevin’s clever fingers brushed against that sensitive spot and Jimmy immediately stiffened, his eyes rolling back into his head at the feeling. 

“Ah, looks like I found the magic button.” 

Kevin fingers pushed in deeper, beginning to poke and prod at Jimmy’s prostate until Jimmy whimpered, struggling to contain himself. 

“Aw, how cute. You make the prettiest noises when you’re getting fucked, Jimmy. Let’s see if I can get more out of you.” 

Kevin added a third finger and Jimmy practically mewled, causing Kevin to let out a loud laugh.  

“Jesus, Jimmy. How haven’t I heard you in the locker room before? Surprised you managed to keep this a secret. Could you imagine what the others would do to you if they knew how easy it was to shut you up? You’d be bent over every night obediently taking dick like the fucking whore you are.” 

Kevin’s cruel fingers tightened against Jimmy’s scalp and Jimmy obediently arched his back further, his muscles trembling with pleasure as Kevin’s fingers started massaging his prostate. Kevin let out a pleased hum. 

“Think you’re stretched enough, slut? Or you need more?” 

Jimmy quickly shook his head, pushing his hips back to begin fucking himself on Kevin’s fingers. His entire body was covered with sweat, his skin still hot and feverish with his embarrassment, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t. Not when Kevin had already pushed him this close to the edge, his degrading words keeping Jimmy strangely satisfied. 

Kevin released Jimmy’s hair and he collapsed back onto the mattress, whining again when Kevin removed his fingers. 

“Shut up.” Kevin landed a harsh swat on his ass, the feeling sending more electric sparks shooting up Jimmy’s spine. “Crawl back up on the bed. Get on all fours.” 

Jimmy rushed to obey. His limbs felt gooey and warm, the pleasure making it difficult to think, but he could still follow commands. He knelt on all fours on the bed, keeping his back arched and resisting the urge to fidget.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful.” Kevin sounded almost awestruck, his large hand reaching up to grab one of the globes of Jimmy’s round ass and squeezing it. “I wanted to hate you. I really, really did, Jimmy. But you were just so pretty, I couldn’t. No matter how badly I wanted to.” 

Kevin’s words were strangely vulnerable, his voice so sincere that Jimmy had no choice but to believe him. 

“Please,” Jimmy whispered, the word so small he wasn’t even sure Kevin could hear it. 

But he did. 

“Oh? You finally want to speak?” Kevin knelt behind Jimmy on the bed, running a reassuring hand across his back. “Please what, pretty boy?” 

Jimmy flushed at the nickname. He was so glad the light was off so Kevin couldn’t see how hard he was blushing. 

“Please, don’t tease me.” 

Kevin smiled, almost endeared by Jimmy’s adorable little pleas. 

“Don’t tease you? You want it that bad?” 

Jimmy nodded, hanging his hand down and forcing himself to keep still. Every instinct in his body was screaming at him to begin rocking back against Kevin to seek more attention, but he resisted. He’d already embarrassed himself enough as it was. 

“As much as I’d love to have you begging for dick, I’ll give you a pass this time.” 

Kevin’s slicked-up cock began nudging at Jimmy’s hole, but it wasn’t that feeling that had Jimmy’s empty hole clenching in anticipation. It was his words. 

This time. 

Implying there would be a next time. 

Kevin’s cock continued to push in and Jimmy clawed at the sheets in response, trying his best to relax his body even though he felt like was being split open. He’d never seen Kevin’s dick before, but it felt massive like this—damn near hitting the back of his throat as he continued to nudge further into Jimmy’s hole.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” Kevin hissed, his hands gripping his hips so tightly Jimmy was sure it would leave bruises. “Feel so fucking good. Like you were made for me.” 

Kevin eventually bottomed out and Jimmy’s arms shook trying to stay on all fours. His entire body was thrumming with energy and arousal, his own cock dangling uselessly between his legs. He could feel pre-come dripping from the tip, but he forced himself to ignore it. 

He hadn’t been given permission to touch himself.

Kevin stayed ball-deep inside him to give him time to adjust, eventually loosening his grip on Jimmy’s hips once he gained more control of himself. 

“Just breathe, pretty boy,” Kevin murmured and Jimmy realized that he had been holding his breath in anticipation. “Just breathe. It’s alright. You’re okay.” 

Kevin gave an experimental thrust and Jimmy gasped. He was shocked at how easily his body was adjusting to him. Perhaps Kevin was right. Maybe his body was made for him. 

“That’s it,” Kevin encouraged, rubbing his hip in reassurance as he began a steady pace. “Taking me so good. You’re such a sweet fuck, Jimmy. I can’t believe we haven’t done this yet.” 

Well, we did spend the past four years hating each other. Jimmy’s delirious mind wanted to retort, but he couldn’t. Not when Kevin’s cock was filling him so perfectly, Jimmy’s eyes crossing in pleasure. 

“Wish I had turned on the lamp to see you, pretty boy,” Kevin murmured, leaning down to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to Jimmy’s shoulder blade. “I just know you look gorgeous when you’re obediently taking dick like this. Such a good boy…” 

Jimmy allowed Kevin’s praise to wash over him like warm water, his body sinking further and further into the throes of pleasure. And when the angle of Kevin’s thrusts shifted, now aiming for his prostate, Jimmy stiffened again and whined, causing Kevin to let out a delighted laugh. 

“There it is,” he murmured, reaching out to once again grab at Jimmy’s long hair. “Come here, slut. Make more of those pretty noises. I want Sami and Jey upstairs to hear just how good I’m fucking you.” 

Jimmy was too far gone to care much about what Kevin had just said. Instead, he obediently arched his back and allowed Kevin to pound harder into him, aiming for that sensitive bundle of nerves with every expert twist of his hips. 

“Such a good slut,” Kevin praised, his voice just a little bit breathless now. “Letting me play with you however I want without any complaints. It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked someone so sweet. Or so pretty.” 

Kevin wrenched Jimmy’s hair back further and Jimmy moaned, his mouth open as more breathy gasps and whimpers escaped. Kevin let out a pleased sound. 

“That’s it, Jimmy. Let me hear you.” 

Kevin’s thrusts turned brutal and Jimmy let out a new sound, this one much louder and vulnerable, close to a sob. 

“Fuck, yeah,” Kevin gasped, still keeping that firm grip on Jimmy’s hair to keep his back arched perfectly for him. “God, the noises you make. Keep going.” 

Jimmy whimpered and whined with each thrust of Kevin’s hips, though eventually they began to turn into open sobs, Jimmy’s body shaking in Kevin’s hold. 

“Please, please,” he gasped, struggling to get the words out. “Please…” 

“Please what, mon cœur?” 

Jimmy could barely think. It was taking all of his willpower to keep himself upright, nearly grateful for Kevin’s cruel hands in his hair to keep him from collapsing into the mattress. The pleasure was so good now he thought was going to crawl out of his skin with need. 

“Please!” he sobbed, the sound embarrassingly loud. 

Kevin never faltered his thrusts, still aiming for Jimmy’s prostate with devastating accuracy. 

“I can’t give it to you if you don’t ask, pretty boy. Tell me what you want.” 

Jimmy sobbed again. “Please, can I come? Please?” 

“What a sweet boy,” Kevin cooed. “Come on my cock, mon amour. Let me feel you.” 

Jimmy instantly obeyed. His entire body tensed as he spilled onto the mattress, his hole clamping down on Kevin’s length so tightly that Kevin hissed, letting out a long string of French curses. 

“Fuck!” Kevin finally released Jimmy’s hair and pulled out just in time to paint Jimmy’s ass with hot ropes of come. 

Without Kevin’s hand in his hair, Jimmy crumpled onto the bed, his body still shaking and twitching from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Kevin worked out one last weak shot onto the back of Jimmy’s thigh, taking a few shaky breaths of his own to try to compose himself. 

Then the room was quiet again. 

Jimmy’s mind was far away, still trying to claw his way back to normal consciousness after the pleasure had sent him so far down that he was nearly in subspace. Kevin wasn’t any better. He was staring down at Jimmy’s trembling form in shock, as if he couldn’t believe what they had just done. 

Jimmy let out a weak moan and that spurred Kevin into action. 

“Wait here,” he ordered, climbing off the bed. “Don’t move.”

Jimmy didn’t have the energy to disobey him even if he wanted to. His limbs felt completely useless, his muscles trembling with exertion even though he’d done nothing but bent over and taken some dick. He couldn’t remember the last time he came that hard. 

When Jimmy opened his eyes again, he was surprised to see Kevin’s face, the room now lit from the lamp on the bedside table. 

“Hey.” Kevin’s voice was soft as he pressed a warm washcloth to Jimmy’s tear-stained cheek. “You okay?”

Jimmy was confused by Kevin’s tenderness. Weren’t they supposed to hate each other? 

“You don’t have to…” Jimmy whispered, reaching up with a weak hand to try to push Kevin away. “You don’t…”

“Hey, just relax for me, okay?” Kevin seemed worried, his hands gentle as he wiped the sweat and tears from Jimmy’s face. “Let me clean you up and get you some water. But until then, don’t try to move yet.” 

All Jimmy could do was nod and allow it. He was too tired to argue. He felt Kevin wiping down the rest of his body, his words low and comforting as he finally helped Jimmy sit up to take a sip of water. Despite his fatigue, Jimmy still insisted on standing up and going to the bathroom on his own, trying to ignore just how sore he felt. It’d been a long time since he’d been dicked down that good. 

While in the bathroom, Jimmy went through the motions to fully clean himself, forcing himself not to think too much about what they’d just done. He couldn’t believe he’d allowed Kevin Owens, a man he was supposed to hate, to see the most vulnerable parts of him. If he thought about it too much, he knew he’d probably start panicking. 

It took a lot of courage to finally leave the bathroom. He wasn’t sure he wanted to face Kevin again after this, let alone share a bed with him. What if he wanted to talk? Or worse, what if he didn’t want to talk and they went back to hating each other? Jimmy wasn’t sure he could pretend to hate him anymore. Not after this. 

To his surprise, Kevin was waiting outside the bathroom door, still looking concerned as he led him back to bed.  

“You feeling okay? You need anything?” 

Jimmy shook his head, a strange lump in his throat. He’d never seen Kevin this gentle before and it felt… nice. Though maybe a little undeserved after the years of torment Jimmy and his family had put him through. He couldn’t help but stare at Kevin as he tucked Jimmy back into bed. 

Once he was satisfied with Jimmy’s comfort, Kevin stood up and walked away, headed back towards the bathroom. Jimmy felt the strange urge to say something. 

“Hey, uce?”

Kevin turned around. “Yeah?” 

The room was quiet as he waited for a response, but Jimmy wasn’t sure he had one for him. The words he wanted to say were veritable landmines, ones that he would likely stumble over and trigger a full-fledged war. Jimmy had never been good with words and he knew that most conversations with Kevin were battlefields–ugly, gory things that even the most intelligent men could not escape unscathed. 

Jimmy let out a breath. “Where the hell did you even get that?” 

Kevin’s brow furrowed in confusion and Jimmy motioned to that damn Uso Crazy shirt he wore.

“It’s practically vintage, uce. I know you ain’t find that shit at Walmart.” 

Kevin looked down at his shirt. Then he smiled. A real, genuine smile that made Jimmy’s heart soar. Kevin hadn’t smiled at him like that in a very long time. 

“I found it on eBay.” 

Jimmy couldn’t help but laugh.

Jey Uso:

“Wakey, wakey, it’s workout time!”

You groaned in annoyance, pulling your blanket back over your head. “It’s too early.” You groggily responded. Jey ignored your complaint, ripping the blanket from off your body and onto the floor.

“Come on, it’s Sunday 9AM, y’know that’s workout day.” You curled up in a ball, trying to shut out the light and his voice. “Can’t we just skip today?”

You didn’t get a verbal response, Jey deciding to pick you up and toss you over his shoulder.

“Jey!” You yelled, kicking to get down.

He let you down, forcing you to stand up. “There you go, now that you’re up, it’s workout time.” You huffed out a breath, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’mma be in the garage. I guess you can do some stretches or something before you come down.” He quickly left the room, going downstairs and into the garage where all his weights were.

Once you knew he was gone, you began cursing under your breath like a child after they just got a beating from their Mom.

“Stupid fuckin’ Jey waking me up at 9 in the morning for some trashy exercises. I don’t even need to be in shape!”

You stood in silence for a minute, thinking of how you could get out of working out. With an idea, you grabbed your phone, set a 10 second timer, and got into a yoga position. Once the photo was taken, you attached it to your messages with Jey and sent it to him with a caption.

Doing some stretches right now, but doggystyle is next when you get here 😉

You give it a second before typing again.

Oops, I meant downward dog.

You giggle to yourself, putting your phone back on the bed and getting into a different stretching position. As you exhaled, the sound of heavy footsteps stop in front of the bedroom door before it opens.

“Come on, man, don’t play like that.”

You stand up, giving him an ‘innocent’ look. “What are you talking about? I’m not playing, I’m doing my stretches.” Jey rolled his eyes. “Yeah right, and I know that text wasn’t for no one.”

You giggled, answering this question. “Well, since you’re up here, I say we skip workout day, and lay in bed all day.”

Jey sucked his teeth at your suggestion, but his feet began taking him towards the bed.

Jimmy Uso:

You were sitting on the couch when Jimmy came out of the bedroom, flip flops slapping against the floor. You looked up to see him dressed in a Bloodline tank top with red swim shorts.

“Alright bae, I’m about to go.” You didn’t respond, a pout coming to your lips, making him sigh. “Come on now, don’t start that pouting.” You ignored him, pouting even harder.

“Look, y’know I want you to come, but it’s a boys trip.” You stop your pouting with a groan. “But you know I wanted to go there!” You argued, shutting him up.

After you suggested going to a newly opened waterpark for your birthday, Jimmy declined, saying he didn’t want to go, but here he is days before your birthday, going to the said waterpark.

“Look, I’ll make it up to you when I get back. You want a massage?” You glared at him, making him clear his throat. “We’ll figure something out, but I gotta go.”

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, which you didn’t return. “I love you.” He waited until he heard a faint “love you too.” before leaving.

Although you knew you could get over the whole situation, part of you wanted to be petty. You wanted him to be upset, or mad even.

You pulled out your phone and sent a text to him.

Husband’s gone to the waterpark, but you can come make me wet 💦

You sat back and waited until you got a ‘Read at…’ on your text, but it never came. What you weren’t waiting to come was the front door being busted open, and your husband falling on his stomach.

“Who’s in my house!” He yelled, breathing heavily.

He sounded like he just ran a marathon.

You stood up, laughing at him. “Why did you bust down the door like that?” You asked, still laughing.

Jimmy stood up, closing and locking the door. “I saw your text, and I’m tryna figure out who you’re texting, cause it sure as hell wasn’t meant for me.”

You laughed even harder, a surprised expression coming to his face at that. “You think this is funny?” He asked, slowly walking towards you.

You didn’t notice until he was inches away from you, backing away. “Don’t run. You wanna be wet so bad, come here.” You took off running down the hall with Jimmy right on your heels.

Maybe this was your plan all along.

Roman Reigns:

“No, please don't go!” You groaned, hands clinging onto Roman’s wrist.

“Babe, I have to. Triple H wants to talk to me about tonight’s show.” He gently ripped his arm out your hold and went to the closet, picking out some sweatpants and a jacket.

As soon as he went to the bathroom, you pulled out your phone, pretending to text someone. When the door opened, you dramatically jumped and shut your phone off, throwing it beside you.

Roman caught a glimpse of you on your phone, so his eyebrow cocked up. “What are you doing?” “Nothing!” you quickly answered.

He gave you another weird look, but brushed it off while walking to the front door. He was about to open the door when you called out.

“Babe, I was thinking we could do a mini seafood boil for dinner tonight. Can you get the stuff from the store on your way back?” Roman chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll get it. See you in like an hour or 2!” You heard him call out before the door slammed shut.

You waited a couple of seconds until you heard his car start up and leave your driveway, and instantly went to the closet and pulled out a red lingerie set Roman got you after his title retainment at a WrestleMania.

Once it was on, you laid in a provocative position, holding the phone up to get a good view of your cleavage before snapping a photo. With the photo attached, you sent a text.

He’s gone for a bit, come over ❤️

It wasn’t even 10 seconds later that the text went from Delivered to Read.

You sat against the headboard of the bed while biting your lip, watching as the three dots popped up.

He sent a voice message.

“Don’t play with me Y/n.” His deep voice spoke in a warning.

You squeezed your thighs together, moaning at the sound of his voice.

You played the part, typing something before deleting it multiple times to make it seem like you were really thinking of a way to explain yourself. In the middle of typing, a call notification popped up to which you quickly answered.

“R-Ro, baby.” You stuttered with a scared tone.

“Y/n, stop playing, I know this is a joke.”

You were quiet for 5 seconds, trying to think of a way to make this believable. “What are you talking about?” You heard him sigh. “You can stop playing around because we both know there’s no one coming over to the house. I’ve ruined you for any other man.”

You broke at that, a whine coming from you. “Roman! You’re so unprankable!” You heard him chuckle, relief coming to you. You thought he was gonna be mad at you.

“Since you wanna play games, stay just how you are on the bed until I get home.” He didn’t give you time to respond before he hung up the phone.

You only closed your eyes and gulped in fear, waiting for him to come back.

Sami Zayn:

You were in the kitchen checking to make sure you had everything for dinner when Sami came beside you. “Hey baby.”

“Hi love, just making sure I got everything for dinner.” While distracted with the ingredients, you missed the sorry expression he had on his face.

“Yeah, about that, uh, I actually have to stay at the arena until 11:30 tonight.”

You dropped what you held in your hand, looking up at him in confusion. “What? But you stayed until 11 last week, and the show ends at 10, and now they want you to stay for almost 2 hours?”

Sami sighed, his hands grabbing yours. “I know, and I’m sorry, but ever since I joined the Bloodline, they need me a lot more. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You didn’t even know what to say so you didn’t say anything at all. He leaned in and kissed your cheek. “I gotta go, but I’ll promise I’ll cuddle you to sleep.”

You watched as he walked through the door with his duffel bag in hand, a sigh coming from you. All of this for nothing. You were planning on making a nice dinner as a way to celebrate his new popularity, but his work got in the way.

That’s how it’s always been lately—him blowing you off for his work.

You, rightfully-so, felt angry. If he really cared about you and how you felt, he would've said something to Triple H, but instead, he chooses to say sorry just to do it all again next week.

The anger in you soon came out when you grabbed your phone and began typing.

My man’s gone until midnight so I’m kinda bored and lonely. Wanna come over and cure my loneliness?

You hit send.

To Sami.

Only, the way you texted it, made it seem like it was for someone else.

You just wanted to teach him a lesson. Show him how if he keeps doing this, it could ruin your relationship.

You let the rest of the day pass, no text from Sami coming to your phone. He’ll probably see it later.

After spending all day watching TV and cleaning the house, you found yourself in bed snuggling against his pillow.

You woke up to the feeling of the bed dipping and movement from Sami.

You wait a couple of seconds, letting him get comfortable before you feel his arm wrap around you, but it never came.

You lift your head from the blanket, turning to look at him. “Sami?” You could see his shadow in the dark, his back backing you.

“Hm?” He hummed out sounding tired, but also sad.

“Are you not gonna cuddle me like you said you were?” You asked with a joking tone. If he didn’t want to touch you, then he didn’t have to, but he did promise this earlier.

“I’m sure you had enough cuddling earlier.”

You froze, silence breaking throughout the room. “What?”

“The message. I saw it.”

Oh.

You didn’t think he saw the message since he didn’t respond.

“I don’t know if you meant to send that to me or if you even knew you sent it, but just be honest with me.”

He paused, adding on to the anticipation.

“Are you cheating on me?”

You gasped, sitting up fully. “No Sami, I would never!”

You reached over to your nightstand and clicked the lamp on, wanting to see his face.

“Then what was the message about?” He asked, sitting up as well.

“I just wanted you to see how I felt every time you left. It’s like every week you're at the arena more than you are home. I wanted you to see what our relationship would end up like if you kept doing it.” You explained, voice getting quiet at the last bit.

Another wave of silence came to the room as you waited on what he would say next, while Sami thought of what to say. He knew you were right. The message might’ve been fake, but the truth was that you are lonely and bored.

A sob broke you out your thoughts as you saw Sami’s head drop down and a tear fall on the bed sheets. You sat there guiltily, watching your husband cry.

“I’m sorry!” He apologized, a frown coming to your face.

“Don’t apologize to me you gingerbread, I should be the one apologizing.” Sami smiled at the nickname, your hands coming to his face and pulling him in for a hug.

Together, you both sat crying in each other’s arms, thinking of how one message and an extra hour of work almost broke you up.

Solo Sikoa:

You, Naomi, Jade, and Bianca were sitting in the living room, laughing at something on the TV when Solo came behind you. “Imma go now.” He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head before leaving.

Seconds after the door closed, the movie was paused by Naomi. “Girl, does Solo show any emotion?” She asked, causing the other two to get into the conversation. “Yeah, I’ve never seen the man smile. Not backstage and not even around you.”

You chuckled. “Guys, Solo smiles all the time, just not when there’s other people around.” The girls took in your explanation, not thinking much of it.

“Oh, I have an idea!” Bianca called out. “You should send an “accidental text” to him and make it seem like some other guy is coming over.”

Cheering was heard from Naomi and Jade was nodding her head in agreement, but you had an unsure look.

“I don’t know guys, I don’t wanna make him mad or anything.” Jade groaned. “Come on Y/n, live a little! It’s just a prank, and I’m pretty sure all couples have done it to each other.”

Naomi and Bianca nodded. “Yeah, I did it to Jimmy, and let’s just say that’s how I came up with the nickname ‘Big Jim’.”

You all broke out in laughter, that small sense of uneasiness quickly washing away.

“Oh alright, what’s the harm in it?”

More cheering was heard as you grabbed your phone. “What should I do?” You asked the ‘experience’ women.

“Send a text like you’re inviting a guy to watch a movie.” Jade suggested. You followed her suggestion, cuddling up in your blanket and taking a picture of the TV.

Watching a movie rn. Kinda boring, but it would be better if you were here 🍿📺❄️

You showed the girls. “Ah, the Netflix and chill emojis really pull it all together.” After their approval, you hit send.

You turned your phone off and continued to watch the movie, somewhat forgetting about your text. That was until the sound of car door slamming and the front fort opening caught everyone’s attention.

There stood Solo, still dressed in his black hoodie, eyes scanning the room carefully. He looked at you and the girls as you all sat innocently on the couch, looking at him weirdly.

He began taking careful steps that were quiet and walked around the house. It was almost like he was searching it, but didn’t want to make it obvious.

That only took about 7 minutes before he was walking out the front door, silently relieved that he didn’t see any evidence of someone else being in the house.

Once the door closed, a groan of annoyance was heard by Naomi. “He didn’t even react!”

Paul Heyman:

just kidding