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“Man it’s insane out there!” You said as you entered a hotel room right in the heart of New York City. With one hand you flipped the latch on the door locking the craziness and sounds out. The room was high enough from the ground that it muted a lot of the traffic but horns still blared and the occasional siren sounded. Typical city life.

“Next year maybe we take up Damian’s offer to crash at his place,” you continued speaking; your back to the room as you concentrated on kicking off your sandals and slipping the cross body strap of your purse over your head. All without upsetting the drink container balancing in your left hand. The brown paper bag gripped precariously with the tips of your fingers. The sandals landed hazard next to a pair of black platform Vans with white soles. The purse hit the table where dozens of friendship bracelets rested along with a couple Labubu dolls, fan drawn pictures, and letters collected earlier.

“Maybe by then, he and Lola will be out of that annoying disgusting sweet lovey phase they are currently in.” You rolled your eyes even as a smile formed on your lips. You loved Damian and Lola. Was so happy Damian finally found someone who made him happy… even if you had to watch the nose nuzzles and ear whispers.

The cardboard drink container hit the table gently. “Maybe next year, we can splurge on a more private place,” you continued as you removed your iced Oat Milk Honey Lavender latte. You’d taken a sip of it when you stepped up the the counter when your order was done. It was floral and sweet and absolutely amazing. “Ask Roman where he hides out.”

Rhea’s drink left the carton next. The cold brew nitro was deep brown in color with a tan foam at the top. You thought it was gross. An abomination. Rhea drank it for the kick and maybe to needle you. You guessed she had to have some sort of flaw. After all, she couldn’t be completely perfect.

The crinkle of the paper bag echoed in the room as you unfolded the top. A warm buttery bliss flooded you immediately. The croissants still warm; perfect flaky layers. “I know it might ruin my dinner later, but I couldn’t resist. They smelled so good, I nearly gobbled them down in the elevator.”

You took a sip of your drink and gave a small moan as the liquid hit your tongue. You loved it so much. You made a note to message Becky later and thank her for the recommendation. Down a hand, you decided to leave the croissants on the table. Instead you grabbed Rhea’s drink and turned.

For the first time since you entered the room, you locked eyes on your girlfriend.

Rhea Ripley laid in the middle of the king sized bed. The covers still mused from waking up that morning; tangled and twisted at the bottom where Rhea had kicked them after a restless night. She was somewhat curled facing her. Spine rounded. Left arm tucked beneath a pillow. Right arm resting across her waist hand on the bed. Black TV remote and face down phone next to her. Her left leg curled slightly as well in a haphazard sort of fetal position. The position was hindered by the fact that Rhea’s right leg was straight, resting on a pillow. The knee held a simple black brace; a circle cut out over the actual knee. A half melted bag of ice sat on it.

Her long black hair was pulled up into messy bun with strands falling free. Dressed in only a black crop top and black bikini style underwear leaving her tattoos on displayed. She was make up free. Which made the red, swollen eyes more prominent.

“Rhea…” you gasped and quickly walked to the bed. You sat the drinks down on the bedside table and knelt on the mattress. “What’s wrong? What happened?” You reached for her; your hand on her bicep before trickling down to her hand where you curled your fingers around to her palm. With your right hand, you brushed the escaped hair from her bun from her face subtlety checking for a fever. Finding none, your worried eyes racked over her face. “Rhea?”

“I lost the title.”

The words weren’t exactly what you were expecting here. In fact it took you a few seconds for your brain to compute. You looked around the room and finally noticed the big monstrosity of white leather and shiny gold was nowhere to be seen. “Rhea…”

“I knew it was happening after the appointment on Tuesday…” Rhea’s voice was thick and rough. Her usual Australian lilt dulled. “But to actually have to hand it over…”

“Oh Rhea…” you swiveled your body until you were lying on the bed next to her. Curled toward Rhea your head shared the same pillow. Only an inch or two separated your faces. Fingers twisted and moved until they caught a firm hold once again. “I’m so sorry.”

And you were. You were right by Rhea’s side the moment she came back to the States after the injury in Portugal during the European tour. FaceTiming her after the appointment in Birmingham with specialists. Hyping her up, staying positive the injury would heal as quickly as the doctors were saying. You helped with the icing and making sure Rhea stayed off her feet as much as possible driving them both nuts because the last thing Rhea wanted was to be sitting. You definitely had to get creative. Then it was physical therapy. You learned the moves so you could help at home always watching carefully for swelling and Rhea’s face for any twinges of pain. You almost became a drill sergeant but you knew how important Summer Slam was to Rhea.

And now it was gone. Not because of anything you or Rhea did over the last six weeks. Her knee just didn’t heal in the timeframe the doctor’s said it would. You offered to egg their vehicles but Rhea declined. The laugh and sideways hug she gave you was victory in and of itself.

“I kept hoping they’d just let me keep it… the doctor said only a couple more weeks and I should be good…” Rhea’s voice was soft, filled with a crushing hope that had you reaching out.

“You will be.” Your voice was firm. Knowing. You worked your arm beneath the pillow, under Rhea’s head until you were able to pull her into your arms. Careful of her knee, you held her close. Her head tucked in your chest. Your leg slotted against her careful not to upset the ice pack. You held Rhea tenderly; your arms curling protectively around her. Bright citrus and warm sandalwood filled you nose when pressed your lips to Rhea’s head and you breathed in the familiar scent of her shampoo. More strands of hair slipped free from Rhea’s bun as your fingers gently stroked the side of her head. Your thumb at her temple and you pressed another light kiss to her hair.

When you spoke again, your voice was low and soothing, no less firm. “You’re gonna heal. Your knee will be strong again. Soon. Then you’re gonna walk back into Smackdown like you own it… because you do. The crowd will absolutely lose their shit. The arena will shake so hard there will be concerns of structural integrity. You will snatch your title back from whatever cosplaying wannabe they stuck it on.”

Rhea laughed, her breath tickling your neck. “Cosplaying wannabe? We’re all professional wrestlers.”

“But none are better than you.” The squeeze to your midsection flooded you with warmth. The four years being with Rhea where your absolute favorite. You were absolutely in love with your life.

There was a moment that just simply was. The city carried on around them. The hustle and bustle of the world turning but inside the hotel room, Rhea was curled into your arms. Her body soft against yours. Your hand moving slowly and gently up and down her back until one swipe lingered a little longer on the soft skin bared by the short length of her shirt and the low rise bikini pants.

The skin was warm and soft. You strummed it with your finger tips. Eyes closed. Every so often you’d feel Rhea’s body shudder. A kiss to her head and a caress to her lower back and she’d settle once more.

“I really wanted to be at Summer Slam.”

Rhea’s words pulled you from the drowsy stupor you were drifting in. “I know baby,” you said softly. “You would have been amazing.”

“I feel like I let everyone down,” Rhea continued. You could feel her getting agitated. The little twitches of her body. Labored breathing. “All the fans. The women… not only my opponent but the other women who had their plans changed to fill my spot. HHH. My family. Damian. You…”

“Hey hey hey…” you said softly. The words were warm and steady. “You did not let anyone down, especially me.” A slight maneuver, a mixture of ducking your head paired with lifting Rhea’s chin using a soft touch of your fingers to her jaw and your eyes met. “Never me,” you assured her. “You could never let me down. Never. I am so proud of you and everything you’ve done. You’re a rockstar.”

The first kiss was a tender touch of your lips to Rhea’s forehead. The next was a light brush at the corner of Rhea’s eye. Then you nuzzled your nose against hers until Rhea’s lips curved up into a tiny smile. You mirrored the smile before you gently pressed your lips to hers in an unhurried kiss. The kiss lingered keeping the same lazy movements.

Rhea’s messy bun loosened when your fingers tangled in the dark strands. Tenderness deepened as the kiss shifted into something warmer, hungrier. You ran your tongue across Rhea’s bottom lip. Her lips parted with a quiet breath. Tongues met in a slow caress. Warm and tasting of the energy drink Rhea had earlier at the convention center and the lingering sweetness of your latte sweating in the bedside table.

Each stroke of your tongue with Rhea’s sent little sparks through your chest. Her hand tightened in the front of your shirt stretching it across your back. Your own hand stayed buried in her hair holding her to you as the kiss grew hotter. A little moving and you were lying Rhea back onto the mattress, careful of her injured knee. You settled against her side; your top half draped over hers. Your hand drifted to the back of her neck tilting her head up.

“Let me show you…” The words were whispered against Rhea’s lips as the kiss broke. Your nose brushed along her cheek as you placed tiny kisses along her jaw. Rhea tilted her head back further baring her neck and you kissed it right over her pulse point; beating strong and steady against your lips.

“So proud of you,” you whispered placing an open mouth kiss on her neck. A mixture of vanilla and amber hit your tongue from Rhea’s perfume. The intoxicating scent you loved so much. The same scent that clung to your clothes when Rhea wasn’t around.

The neck kisses continued as you ran your hand over Rhea’s waist. The thin fabric of Rhea’s top gave way to even softer feverish warm skin. You traced the delicate lines of her belly feeling the rise and fall of her chest against your hand with each breath. Her pulse fluttered against your lips as you continued to place soft kisses on her neck, whispering soft words of love.

The feeling of Rhea’s trim waist hit your fingers. Your touch was light as you traced each line and dip of her well defined abs and the sharp points of her hipbones. A teasing touch to the hem of her panties was all that was given before you started your quest north. Coming to the hem of the tank, your hand dipped below the fabric this time.

A gasp fell from Rhea’s lips when your hand cupped her breast. Bare beneath the tank not encumbered by a bra. Her head tilted down and you captured her lips as your fingers stroked one of Rhea’s breasts. Soft caressing touches leading toward the nipple. The kiss was warmer, wetter this time. Hotter. Your tongues met and stroked. Breaths hitching. Moans echoing together swallowed by sharp nips.

You pulled away and took a teasing swipe over Rhea’s swollen bottom lip with your thumb. You placed a lingering kiss before sitting up. Carefully you settled between Rhea’s legs mindful of her knee. The brace still in place. The ice bag had fallen to the mattress sometime during your movements.

From your position your eyes raked over Rhea. Dark hair barely contained by the hair tie; loosened from shifting on the pillow and from your hands. Rosy cheeks stark on her pale unblemished skin. Lips, swollen and red, parted as she breathed heavily. Eye lids heavy over lust filled dark blue eyes. Down her neck with light red markings where your teeth nipped a little too hard. Desire shot through you seeing the marks. Like you claimed her. Your thighs clenched as your pussy thrummed with need.

Eyes dipping further, you caught the matching botanical style branches adorning both of Rhea’s clavicles. Inked sometime last August right after Summer Slam. You traced those lines many times with your tongue. Once or twice you sucked a hickey in the pedals noticeable only to you. A mark she wore in front of thousands.

Unable to stop yourself, you reached out lightly touching the inked clavicle and the sharp bone beneath. You could feel Rhea’s eyes on you. Your skin warming under her gaze. Yours stayed on your hand as it trailed down. Warm skin to soft cotton. The gentle swell of a breast. Nipple hard and protruding. A sharp gasp hit your ears and you spared a glance to Rhea’s face. Head slightly tilted back. Eyes closed. Lips still parted. You watched in real time as her breath hitched when you circled her nipple again and trailed your finger back over it.

Dragging your gaze away from her face, you watched your hand trail even further south leaving the swell of her breast to her ribs. Then the delicious skin; tanned from the Florida sun and lounging poolside at their home. The crop half hid the gargoyle tattoo sitting center in her ribs. Wings stretched out across her rib cage beneath each swell of her breasts. The body down the center bisecting her belly button. Two scorpions painted each side of her trim waist over her flat belly.

A strict work out regiment was to blame for Rhea’s physique. The taunt belly. The hip bones. You traced the right one with your finger following the angle down. The gorgeous v lines on display with the low rise panties. You could make out the bump of her pubic bone hidden beneath the cotton where you knew the skin was shaved smooth. The defined muscular thighs that somehow still looked so feminine.

“You’re so gorgeous…” you leaned down and placed your lips on her belly right below the dangling diamond encrusted gold belly button piercing. Your tongue traced lines as your hands settled on those prominent hipbones and slid up. And up. Until they caught the hem of Rhea’s top and kept going. Revealing more of the gargoyle tattoo until her breasts came into view.

Perfect natural teardrops. Nipples in the middle of a ring of dusty pink; already pulled taunt. Your hands moved to cup them. Soft and warm and filling your palms perfectly. Rhea let out a soft moan when your thumbs brushed over the hard peaks.

“I love your body,” you voice almost reverent as your hands continued to knead and stroke Rhea’s breasts. “So hard. So toned. So strong. But right here… so soft.” You let go of one breast in order to catch your weight as you leaned down.

First you covered the soft globes with several open mouthed wet kisses. Tongue tracing invisible lines. Teasing nudges against the nipple so tight and hard. Then you enclosed your mouth over one of the hardened peaks sucking gently. Your tongue flickered over the nipple. Soft. Gentle.

Rhea’s hand tangled in your hair at the back of your head twisting her long fingers in the strands. The pressure caused you to suck deeper and Rhea moaned. You could feel her body moving beneath you. Small little rolls. Short listless leg movements. Your nipped gently at the tender flesh then soothed with longer strokes of your tongue.

Your free hand mirrored the motions of your tongue on her other breast. Kneading and rolling the soft flesh. Pinching the nipple between your thumb and forefinger. Scrapping your nail over the sensitive peak until Rhea moaned.

Then you switched sides and repeated the movements. You didn’t rush. You savored. You savored the taste and feel of Rhea. You savored each moan and hitch. By the time you lifted your head, your underwear was a mess. You wanted to shove your fingers down the front of your shorts and deep inside your own cunt until you came all over your fingers.

You nuzzled her breast with your nose as you pressed a final kiss to the soft flesh before moving down following the same path as before. Wet open mouthed kisses to air dry. A trail of kisses across Rhea’s panties. A kiss over her mound and then lower.

A groan escaped as the sweet muskiness of Rhea’s arousal hit you. You inhaled deeply and a full body shiver worked through you. Your pulse ticked up and you pressed your thighs together trying to ward off your own arousal.

“You’re already so wet for me,” your voice was husky as you stared at the thin strip of fabric covering Rhea’s center. It was damp with her arousal. You leaned closer mouthing her center through the fabric. Rhea’s hips jerked against your face at the touch.

“Please…” The plea fell from Rhea’s lips.

You responded by dragging your tongue up in a firm stroke against her tasting the heat from beneath. It drew another moan from Rhea. Soft. Needy. You sealed your mouth over the dampest part of the fabric and sucked. The taste of her invading your mouth as you worked your tongue in circles causing Rhea to start rocking and lift her hips toward you.

The center of Rhea’s panties were soaked by the time you lifted your head. With slow movements you were able to pull her uninjured leg from the leg hole. You left them dangling around the thigh of Rhea’s right leg. “Rhea…” your voice was strangled as you stared down at her. Top pushed up; breasts on display. Pussy bare. Left leg cocked opening her up to show her glistening folds. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Please,” Rhea’s accent was thick with desire. You watched as she lifted her hands to her breasts. Those beautiful long fingers pinching and squeezing her nipples. Her hips rocked and lifted. Searched.

You put your hands on her hips, stilling the movements. “You need to stay still,” your own voice husky and rough. Your panties just as ruined as Rhea’s. Watching her work her body. You almost wanted to tell her to touch herself. To send her hand down her hard body to her slick folds. So you could watch those long fingers press deep inside her and come out wet with her cream. Your mouth watered at the thought of then taking her hand and drawing her fingers into your own mouth sucking them clean. Your body heated and you shivered.

You lowered yourself back down between Rhea’s legs. With a hand on the inside thigh of her left leg you pushed. The leg cocked and bent moving along the sheets opening Rhea up until her slick cunt was open and ready.

“So fucking beautiful,” you breathed inhaling Rhea’s scent again. One arm wrapped beneath Rhea’s right left and curved around to her hip to hold her in place and the other held her left leg open, you leaned in without hesitation.

A slow lick straight up the center. You felt Rhea’s body jerk more than saw it as your eyes closed as her taste exploded on your tongue without the cotton barrier. A long moan filled the room. “So sweet,” you whispered against her cunt and went back for more. Another lick up her center to her clit already throbbing and swollen peaking out of the hood.

You pace was almost lazy. Like you wanted the build to be a lazy stroll to the top instead of a sprint. You wanted to enjoy it. Savor every taste. Savory every jerk of Rhea’s hips. Every moan that escaped. You teased her clit every so often, like it was another twist on a wind up toy. Each stroke of your tongue deliberate; feeding off every sigh.

After another teasing swipe to Rhea’s clit, you sucked gently causing her to moan. Then you were moving lower licking at her entrance. You speared your tongue deep inside her until your nose was pressing against her clit. You moaned as you licked greedily taking her sweet nectar directly from the source. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around your tongue and her hand found its way to the back of your head. Not pushing or directing. Just there. Like she was grounding herself.

“So good,” Rhea moaned as you licked at her folds again. Your chin was soaked with her juices. She invaded every single one of your senses. You growled against her cunt when her hand tightened pulling your hair. “Suck my clit baby. I need you…”

Rhea’s hips were rocking pretty steadily against your face. She tasted like sin and everything unholy and you couldn’t get enough. A press of your hand had her left leg bending more. Her folds opened so beautifully revealing her clit. The swollen nub throbbed. Her entrance full of slick, glistening, desperately waiting to be filled.

“Keep yourself open for me.” You felt Rhea’s hand scramble for her thigh to herself on display. Another growl escaped you and you dove in. You tongue pressing deep inside her again. Then your fingers were pressing deep. The glide made easy by your saliva coating Rhea’s cunt and her own arousal dripping steadily onto the sheets below.

Rhea’s moan filled the room at the invasion. You sent your two fingers deep inside and slowly worked them in and out.

“More…”

“Greedy.” But you listened and pressed a third finger inside stretching her wide. After a couple slow short strokes you moved faster. In and out while her cunt clenched and fluttered around you desperately trying to keep your fingers inside.

Wet sounds, mixed with Rhea’s soft moans, filled the room as your fingers moved. Her hips rocked into your hand. Her own hand still holding her leg open.

“So fucking beautiful Rhea,” you whispered as you brought your tongue back to her cunt. With your fingers inside her, you concentrated on her clit sucking in the swollen nub; teasing it with nudges and swipes.

Rhea’s moans grew louder and her fingers twisted harder in your hair. The firm grip sending you closer to her cunt. You moaned. Your own pussy fluttered. Slick and gushing. After, you were going to climb up and sit on Rhea’s face – a position that assured you her knee would stay put. You knew it would only take a couple strokes of Rhea’s tongue with that piercing on her clit and you’d be screaming for the entire hotel to hear.

As quiet gasps and broken pleas fell from Rhea’s lips, you doubled your efforts. A simple curl of your fingers nudge that spongy spot inside that had a sharp cry breaking free from Rhea. Your tongue lashed Rhea’s clit. No more teasing strokes. No more long winding trail.

Rhea started chanting your name. Her hand pressed your face into her cunt cutting off the air from your lungs but you didn’t care. Thought it was an appropriate way to go. You just quickened your fingers and your tongue.

Then Rhea was coming.

Hard.

Her legs clamped around your head as a strangled cry was ripped from Rhea’s throat. Her hips jerked wildly against her face. Her hand still twisted in your hair. You couldn’t move. You didn’t want to. You held on like a bucking bronc. Following the jerking hips keeping your lips around her clit, your tongue working to draw out Rhea’s orgasm. Fluids gushed down your chin soiling the sheets beneath you. Her pussy clamped down on your fingers and it was hard to keep moving them in and out, but you did. Working with the push and pull. Fingers still manipulating that sensitive patch inside.

You sucked gently at her clit until her thighs released their locked hold and she melted back into the bed. Her hand started pushing at your head as her body became overly sensitive. Rhea’s body trembled with tiny spasms. You slowly pulled you fingers free only to replace them with your tongue. You moaned as you greedily licked up Rhea’s orgasm. You continued licking at her folds until you were satisfied. With a final sweeping lick and a kiss to her mound, you sat up wiping your chin with your hand.

A satisfied smirk formed on your lips when you saw Rhea. Her body flushed from her orgasm. Pupils blown wide. Body a melted relaxed form on the sheets. Nipples still standing tall and you couldn’t resist. Hands on either side of her, you drew one taunt peak into your mouth. Just a gentle suck and a teasing swipe that drew a soft broken moan and a rock of Rhea’s hips. It fell from your mouth with a ‘pop’ and you continued up until you hovered above her.

No words were spoken. You lowered your head and pressed your lips to Rhea’s in a gentle kiss. She moaned and her hands cradled your face where she took control of the kiss. It turned deeper. Wetter. Her tongue entering when your lips parted. You moaned into the kiss letting her dominate. The kiss ended when she was certain she reclaimed every inch of her taste from you.

You climbed to the side, letting your body collapsed to the mattress. Your head cradled against her chest right over one of those botanical leaves. Her arm braced around your back, her hand finder the bare skin of your waist were your shirt had ridden up. Your arm rested on her belly; your hand brushing the soft globe of her breast in gentle caresses. More of a comforting movement than sexual.

“Give me a minute to recover and I’ll return the favor.”

You could hear the beat of Rhea’s heart beneath your ear. The pace fast but steady. You couldn’t help the smug smile forming on your lips. The fact you could reduce Rhea Ripley to this… “No need to. This was for you. To make you feel better.”

“Getting my lips on you would make me feel better.”

You giggled and lifted your head to look at her. “If only my pussy had healing powers.”

Rhea grinned. Long gone was the haunted look and red, swollen eyes from when you first walked into the room. Her bright blue eyes were clear; a soft look in them. Her body no longer tense from the jumble of emotions but languid, soft. Almost a gooey mess on the covers. “Who’s to say it doesn’t? I feel amazing after.”

You kissed her again before settling down on your side. Once again sharing the pillow. Your noise of complaint when Rhea shifted to roll over to face you died on your lips with a look. When she was facing you, your noses were almost touching. Your hands clasped between you.

“Thank you.”

Rhea’s eyes were serious and you felt yourself get a little uncomfortable. A little bit of embarrassment running through you. Your eyes dropped for a second or two before they met her’s again. “You don’t have to thank me for eating your pussy.”

Rhea scoffed and rolled her eyes. Her lips twitched against a smile. “I’m serious…”

You squeezed her hand. “So am I.” You stretched your neck and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I love you Rhea. You don’t have to thank me for thanking care of you. For being here for you. I’m always going to be. I’m never going anywhere.”

Rhea blinked rapidly to fight back the tears. She didn’t want to cry. She’d cried too much today. “I love you.”

You grinned triumphantly as a warmth bloomed in your chest. “Want me to draw a bath so we can relax? Take our drinks in there. Maybe even those croissants I picked up.”

Rhea grinned. “You know if you eat that croissant you won’t eat dinner tonight.”

Your fingers gently caressed Rhea’s naked hip as your eyes scanned down her body. T-shirt still rucked up revealing her breasts. Underwear still wrapped around one thigh. She was nothing but skin and tattoos. Your body thrummed reminding you that you hadn’t orgasmed. “I was thinking we cancel… and stay in… just you and me.”

Rhea’s eyes flared at the implication. Heat bloomed in her chest. Desire started building again. “You’re texting Damian this time. I did it the last time we cancelled hanging out with him and Lola.”

“Only if it’s a selfie of us in the tub…”

Anger simmered beneath the surface. Roman tried to work it out. He spent a couple hours working out this morning pushing his muscles until they quivered and he felt weak like a newborn colt. The anger still festered.

Had been festering since the previous night.

Ever since Cody’s lips came dangerously close to Punk’s.

The image from Smackdown was burnt into his retinas. It played over and over in his mind. The handshake. The yank. The noses touching. The lips…

Roman’s hand fisted as his jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked.

There were already some feelings of irritation before that part. The way Cody’s hand reached out and softly touched Punk’s jaw as he studied the black eye on the older man’s left eye. A gift from Sami Zayn four days before.

Roman wanted to give him a matching one on the other eye.

He knew how soft those fingers felt. How they tenderly cupped his own jaw on many occasions. The light touches moving his face to the left or to the right in order to examine the many injuries he’s suffered since they’ve been together. The irony not missed on either of them that it was usually Cody who put the bruises there.

To see those fingers holding Punk’s face… knowing not only how the touch felt but the feeling of being under his scrutiny. The intensity in Cody’s blue eyes… how they’d darken with worry. How his full lips would purse. Guilt would flash or anger at the bloke who marked him.

To watch him do the exact same thing in the middle of the ring in front of thousands of people…

‘Kiss him! Kiss him!’

The old memory made itself known in Roman’s head. From January. Standing in the middle of the ring not unlike Cody and Punk last night. All three standing toe to toe before Cody backed off. He stared down Punk – one of his many foes in the ring. One he ranked right at the top of his most hated.

Once upon a time that spot was reserved for Seth and while his former friend could get under his skin like no other, Roman now considered him mildly irritating. Like a gnat buzzing in his ear. Punk though… Punk crawled under his skin and taken root. The hatred burned hot for the man. Consuming. Thought he’d put it behind him after he beaten him at Wrestlemania and Punk disappeared. Then Punk showed up months later and inserted himself right in front of Cody.

His Cody.

Roman’s hand fisted. His teeth ground together.

His Cody was smiling and joking with Punk in the ring. Who was softly cupping his face like a lover. Who nearly kissed him in front of an arena full of thousands of people. Not to mention the millions watching on TV.

A low growl vibrated in Roman’s chest. The image once again playing before his eyes in high def. The hand shake. The yank. The noses touching. The lips dangerously close…

Did they brush?

The muscles in Roman’s arm moved and rippled beneath the tattooed skin as his hand clenched. His clipped fingernails dug into his palm. His mind had to be playing tricks. No way did their lips actually touch.

Against his better judgement, Roman pulled his phone from the pocket of his black joggers. The screen lit up and he tapped his passcode – the month and day he and Cody got together because he was a romantic asshole. The device unlocked to a generic background. He didn’t have to search long. Oh no. The clip was everywhere. Stills taken from the video. Someone slowed the clip down like it was in slow motion. Someone overlayed saxophones. It was even in GIF format.

He watched.

And watched.

The anger bubbled and built as he stared at the clip. Eyes narrowing, Roman could already feel another wrinkle forming. Something he groaned about every morning in the bathroom mirror much to Cody’s delight.

Handshake.

Yank.

Noses.

Lips.

Over and over Roman watched. GIF form made it easier. Just replayed over and over. The more it repeated the tighter Roman’s anger coiled. He was nearly vibrating. Muscles tensed. Ready to strike like a rattle snake.

Then the rattle of the garage door. The gears cranking as the door lifted. The low hum of the engine as Cody pulled his vehicle in to park next to Roman’s. The slight creak of the door opening. The jingle of keys. A door shutting. Another door shutting as Cody grabbed his luggage from the back. Then the sound of whistling.

Joyful whistling.

Happy. Upbeat.

Roman saw red. Cody was fucking whistling. The GIF still played on his phone over and over. The hand shake. The yank. The noses. The lips.

The door opened and Roman moved.

“You think you can kiss him!” The roar of his words rivaled any one of his promos on TV.

Cody had no time to react. One second he was happily entering the home in Atlanta he shared with Roman. Good mood despite the early flight. Planning the next couple of days he’d have with Roman before Roman flew to Dallas for Raw. Then he was being slammed back into the door with such a force his head bounced off the wood. His teeth snapped together sending a vibration he felt deep in his bones. The doorknob was driven into his back right at the kidney. He winced.

The air punched out of his lungs at the impact. The backward hat on his head fell to the floor along with his phone and keys. The shoulder strap to his bag fell off and the bag hit the ground with a thud. Roman’s hand grasped his neck. His fingers dug into his skin. Cody struggled to breathe against the pressure. He lifted his hand gripping Roman’s wrist. His arm was like a steal band.

“Ro—” Cody struggled to get the word passed the grip Roman held. His eyes were wide. Questioning. Roman’s were dark. Stormy. Anger rolled off him in waves. A distracting tic in his jaw.

“You kissed him.” Roman crowded Cody against the door taking great pleasure in the ripple of fear he saw in Cody’s eyes. His fingers tightened their hold and he watched Cody’s face take on a red hue as he struggled to breath.

Roman’s breath was hot against his skin. His eyes widened. “K’ss… who…” The words were garbled, catching in his throat as he fought to draw air into his taxed lungs. Before Roman could respond, Cody’s eyes dropped to the phone still in Roman’s hand. The hand that was not currently wrapped around his throat. The angle was weird but Cody was able to catch the video playing.

Handshake.

Yank.

Noses.

Cody’s eyes widened and they shot back to Roman. “Ro—” The reason for his current position suddenly clear. The laughing he and Punk did backstage afterward suddenly not so funny.

“You. Kissed. Him.” Each word from Roman was accompanied by the tightening of his hand.

“Ro, I…” Cody’s response died with a squeeze.

“You. Kissed. Him.” Roman repeated the words, thick with venom. He stepped closer crowding Cody to the door. Anger moved through him like a fast moving current. The video on repeat. The noses brushing. The lips. ‘Mine!’ His mind roared. Wanted to scream it from the mountains. So everyone heard and knew. Cody Rhodes belonged to him.<l

Cody tried to shake his head but Roman’s hold didn’t allow for much movement. Then Roman was bodychecking him against the door. His hard body pressed against him. The doorknob still dug uncomfortably in his back.

“Mine,” Roman seethed through his teeth. Nostrils flaring. His voice a low growl. “You think you can just kiss him? Like you don’t belong to me?”

Cody’s eyes flared at Roman’s words. Their possessiveness. His body warmed. He swallowed around Roman’s hold feeling the press of his hand at the movement. His cock twitched beneath his pants. He kept his eyes on Roman’s. Their expression stormy. The anger dancing in them along with something dark and primal.

He remembered that night six months ago. In the bedroom of his coach. The rolling anger. The raging jealously. Red bleeding into green. Roman taunting him. The match was struck as heat built inside him.

“You’re mine,” Roman continued. His applied more pressure to Cody’s throat as he leaned forward watching as Cody’s eyes fought to keep him in focus. “I’m going to show you and everyone else. When you step off that plane in New York this week, everyone will know who you belong to.”

Just like in January, the kiss was not gentle. Roman’s lips crashed to his. Lips slipping. Teeth colliding. What little oxygen Cody had left escaped with a moan. Roman answered with a growl and pressed him harder to the door.

Roman’s tongue plundered his mouth. Stroking. Claiming. His teeth nipped Cody’s bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. He licked, drawing back so their lips brushed. Just like the video on his phone. “Mine.”

The possessive growl caused Cody to tremble. A tremor that started at his cock and went throughout his body before ending right where it started. His cock was hard, trapped awkwardly in his pants. He barely had enough time to draw in a breath before Roman’s lips were back on his in a brutal claiming kiss. His hands grasped and twisted in Roman’s shirt.

His eyes widened when they were slapped away. Roman’s lips gone from his. His hand gone from his neck. Cody’s chest heaved as he sucked in oxygen. His eyes wild as he stayed pressed against the door even without Roman holding him there.

“You don’t get to touch me.” Roman spit. His words landing. “Not after you touched him.”

“Roman…” Cody’s head hit the door again as Roman’s hand shot out like a bullet wrapping around his neck once again. His lips parted and his eyes glazed. His cocked pulsed; a drop of come beading on the tip. He shifted his hip searching for pressure. Roman’s thigh. His hip. Belly… anything.

Roman pulled his lower half away and Cody couldn’t help the whine he emitted.

“You don’t get to hump me like a bitch in heat,” Roman snarled watching Cody’s eyes glaze; lips swollen. Something dark twist deep in his chest. Feeling Cody swallow against his hand as he applied more pressure caused satisfaction to roll through him. His own cock swelled in his pants, thick and aching. Wanting to take. Wanting to claim.

“You let him touch you,” Roman’s voice was still dark and dangerous. The images still in his mind. Punk’s lips. Cody’s… he growled and claimed Cody’s lips once more. It was hard. It was messy. Full of hunger and teeth but Roman continued. He let anger and jealously led until he claimed every single inch of Cody’s mouth. Until he was certain the taste and feel of Punk was gone. He growled at the thought as he tore his lips from the other man.

Then he was tearing at Cody’s clothes like a man possessed. The white and black windbreaker merch Roman made fun of him for wearing when he traveled. He heard fabric rip but he didn’t care. The windbreaker went to the floor discarded.

Roman froze when Cody’s shirt came into view. His hands were twisted in the fabric ready to tear it off him.

The familiar logo stared back at him.

His logo.

Roman Reigns.

His shirt.

Cody was wearing his shirt.

The growl started somewhere deep in his chest. “Mine.”

Roman kissed him again as his hands clawed at Cody’s pants. The simple black joggers nearly became his greatest foe as he struggled to rip them down. They finally gave way falling to pool around Cody’s ankles. Roman’s shirt did nothing to hide the bulge behind Cody’s tight briefs.

Cody nearly lost his balance when he was spun around off kilter. Shoes still on his feet. Joggers tangled around his ankles. His hands scrambled for purchase against the door. With his palms against the wood his hips tilted back. Ass jutting out like an invitation.

The invitation was readily accepted before it was truly even offered.

Roman’s body pressed against him from behind. One hand on Cody’s neck held him against the door. The other hand held onto his hip in a bruising grip. He cocked his own hips forward pressing the hard evidence of his cock into the cleft of Cody’s ass. He moaned, letting his head fall back as he continued to work himself against him.

He leaned forward curling his own body around Cody’s. Still entirely clothed he let his cock press against Cody’s ass while his chest pressed against his back. He ducked his head to the side, his mouth at Cody’s ear.

“You think you can kiss anyone else?” Roman’s voice was low; lethal. “You think you don’t belong to me?”

The words continued and Cody trembled, held suspended. Roman’s body heat and warmth wrapped around him, seeping deep filling every crevice.

“I’m gonna show you who you belong to so you’ll never forget.”

Roman pulled back just enough so he could pull Cody’s skin tight briefs down. They caught briefly on the swell of Cody’s ass before they dropped down his legs. Roman’s eyes never left Cody’s ass. Thick and round from years of squats. The way Cody’s fancy suits molded to the work of art always made Roman nearly feral and usually in a constant state of hard he had to hide from the cameras.

He gripped the powerful muscle. One hand on either cheek. He groaned when they flexed in his hold. He stared fixated. Firm roundness curving down to thick thighs. Cody’s ass was positioned beautifully. Roman tightened his grip pushing the gloves up and then apart spreading him open so he could look his fill.

“Did you give this to him too?” Roman pressed a thumb against the dark dusty ring. He groaned when it fluttered around him.

Cody felt himself stiffen at the words even as his face flushed with embarrassment. The position left him exposed. Vulnerable. Even though his cock was hard beneath his legs leaking heavily. He couldn’t help but press back against Roman’s thumb, not pressing quite hard enough to enter him. No. Just teasing swipes. Tormenting him.

Roman continued moving his thumb over Cody’s hole. The circles becoming tighter as he pressed harder feeling Cody clench and flutter. “Did you present yourself to him just like this? Bent over in the locker room. Ass up. Begging him to mount and fuck you?”

“No,” Cody shook his head, breathless. His forehead rocked across the wood. “Roman…”

“Never again.” Roman seethed, anger getting the better of him at the thought of Cody exactly like this with Punk poised behind him with his putrid pencil dick. He grabbed his own joggers with one hand. His fingers curled beneath the waistband and yanked. His cock sprung free. Thick. Hard. Angry red. The tip wet with pre-come.

He spit in his hand and grabbed his cock. He groaned at the pressure as a tremor coursed through his body. He gave his cock a few quick tugs, slicking himself. “I’m gonna fuck you right here. Just like this. Pressed against the door. Nothing but my spit. Gonna show you who you belong to.”

Roman lined up the blunt head of his cock with Cody’s entrance. He gripped Cody’s cheeks and spread them wide as he pushed in. There was a little resistance but soon Cody was opening up and he was pressing forward into Cody’s tight heat.

Cody cried out at the invasion. The pain and the pinch from next to no lube. The burn was immense and he felt his cock softening as his muscles locked. He breathed heavily forcing himself to relax. His nails dug into the door on either side of him. His eyes clenched shut as Roman seated himself deep inside.

Roman groaned at the feeling of Cody surrounding him. His fingers held his hips in a bruising grip. His hips rested against Cody’s ass as he fully rested inside. God it felt perfect. He could feel Cody clenching and fluttering around him. “Fuck…” he moaned. “Fucking mine, Cody. Mine!”

That was the only warning Cody got. Roman pulled out and slammed back in in one hard thrust. Cody cried out as he slammed against the door. He held on as Roman pounded into him.

Roman let jealously and possession control him. His hips snapped against Cody in a torrid manner. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. The soft knocking as Cody’s body rocked against the door. One of his hands drifted up Cody’s body still clad in Roman’s shirt. He circled around to the front and palmed Cody’s cock.

It was soft.

Roman froze. “Fuck,” he breathed stopping himself to rest deep inside. He wrapped his fingers around Cody’s softened cock and began tugging in sure strokes. He rocked gently into him. Slow and long strokes. “I know you didn’t…” he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Cody’s muscular back. The possession bleeding out of Roman’s tone.

The long easy strokes soothed the pain and Cody felt himself relaxing into Roman’s thrusts. Pressing back against him with each pass. His cock hardened in Roman’s palm. Roman always knew how to stroke him. Knew exactly how hard to hold him. How much he liked the teasing thumb strokes over his tip.

“That’s it,” Roman breathed squeezing Cody’s cock feeling it plump in his hand. “This cock knows…”

Cody moaned. The earlier pain was gone and in its place was the overwhelming stretch of Roman’s cock as he speared him. His thrusts were hard and unrelenting. Claiming.

Roman let go of Cody’s cock leaving it hard and leaking. He ran his hand up his shirt feeling Cody’s hard muscles until he was able to wrap his hand around Cody’s neck. The possessiveness flooded back hearing the hitch in Cody’s breath. “Fucking mine,” he growled as he pulled Cody back so his back was flush to his chest.

The angle was a little awkward in the new position. Their heights evenly matched. Roman don’t let that stop him. He never lost rhythm just continued to fuck deep into him. His fingers applied more pressure. His body roared feeling Cody throat working against his hold as he swallowed.

“This is what you do to me,” Roman continued in his low possessive growl. Raw need and jealousy dripped from his voice. Each thrust caused Cody to rock forward on his toes. Each hitch in Cody’s breath caused a low rumble in his throat. “Hole taking my cock… mine!”

Cody’s pulse hammered wildly against Roman’s grip. He dropped his head back against Roman’s shoulder simply surrendering to the man behind him. He wanted to be as close as human possibly. The possessiveness… the jealousy… the bruising grip… the claiming thrusts… he thrust back to meet Roman the best he could.

He felt helpless pressed against the door. His pants around his ankles. His ass split open by Roman’s cock. Roman’s hand around his throat with a constricting grip that made everything sharper. His cock leaked. Some drops catching his joggers. Some drops hit the floor. Some smeared across the door when Roman pressed him against it.

“Take my cock baby…” Roman growled. “Nobody gets this ass but me. You’re mine…gonna keep you open and loose all weekend. Taking you raw just like this… by the time I leave on Monday, you’ll be leaking my come.”

A wave of heat rushed through Cody’s body at the filthy promise. Him naked for the next two days at the ready to be taken any time Roman wanted to spread him open. His hole clenched around Roman’s thick cock fluttering and squeezing as he felt another bead of come roll down his cock. He pushed back against Roman sending him impossibly deeper.

“You like that?” Roman’s words came out in hot gasps against Cody’s ear. “I can feel your ass clenching all around me like a greedy boy. You love belonging to me don’t you? You know this ass his mine… I’m the only one who gets to know what it’s like to be inside you.”

Cody nodded feeling Roman’s hair sticking to his face where it fell from its bun. His thighs trembled. His lips were parted; breaths in tiny hitches. Eyes half lidded. His muscles screamed at the position he was locked in, but he made no move to adjust. He took it. Took it like the greedy boy Roman accused him of being.

“No one else Cody,” Roman growled as he fucked him harder and faster. His hand gripped his waist in a grip that will no doubt leave five clear fingerprint bruises. A possessive sound rumbled in his chest thinking of the marks. “You’re mine.”

“Yours Roman,” Cody gasped as his mind went white hot. The grip of Roman’s hand on his neck. The drag of Roman’s thick cock against his prostate. The delicious stretch of his hole. The snapping of Roman’s hips against him. His cock remained untouched. Cody didn’t think he could even make his hands work to grip it. Didn’t think he even needed to. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in his body building deep with the promise of ecstasy being unstoppable.

“Mine Cody,” Roman growled. His hips slapped against Cody like pistons on a car engine. A thick sheen of sweat covered his body. His t-shirt clung to him. He applied just a bit more pressure on Cody’s neck. “Come on my cock Cody. Show me who you belong to.”

Cody came with a strangled shout at Roman’s words. Like his body didn’t want to disappoint his lover. It was a detonation. His cock exploded, pulsing hard as ropes of thick hot come spilled from his untouched cock. It painted the door in front of him. The floor. His joggers.

His whole body seized as wave after wave ripped through him. It felt endless; like the pleasure would never stop. Tiny cries fell from his lips with each pulse of his cock. The painful pleasure leaving him nearly paralyzed, frozen in ecstasy.

Cody slammed down on him like a vice and that was it for Roman. He shoved back in through the tight squeeze until he was seated deep inside. With a low guttural groan he came. His orgasm was ripped from him as he flooded Cody’s channel. His hips jerked with each spurt. He groaned feeling the flutters as Cody clenched around him; his orgasm setting off another mini orgasm for Cody.

The house was silent as two trembling bodies braced against each other. Cody’s thighs quivered. He knew he should pull away and brace against the door but he couldn’t find it in himself to move out of Roman’s hold. His chest heaved. His lungs burned as he sucked in oxygen.

A moan fell from Cody’s lips as Roman slowly pulled out. Then Cody was gently being helped to the ground. Roman’s touch no longer rough and possessive. Cody was then in Roman’s lap as Roman leaned against the door.

“I came all over the door.” Cody murmured, his head tucked into Roman’s neck, eyes closed as he concentrating on remembering how to make his muscles work. He felt Roman snort more than he heard it.

“And I came inside you.”

There was a possessive hint to Roman’s words but Cody’s lips stretched into a smile. “You owe me $98 for the jacket you ripped, you animal.”

“Less for the t-shirt you stole.” Roman’s hand trailed up Cody’s bare leg until he found a hand. He tangled their fingers together.

“You accused me of cheating.” Cody’s voice was even. Calm.

Roman squeezed his hand. “I know. I didn’t mean it.” He hated how those words fell from his lips. How he took it a step too far. “I got a little carried away.”

“Don’t fucking do it again.”

“Cheating accusations or getting so carried away I just fucked you against the door with half our clothes still on?”

Cody didn’t even have to look at Roman to tell the other man was smiling. “Accusations. Fuck me against the door with half our clothes on any time.”

The conversation lulled as they stayed curled in each others arms as their bodies recovered. Cody was able to press a soft kiss to Roman’s neck with barely any movement. Right over his pulse point; an elevated but steady thump. Strong. The coarse hair of Roman’s beard brushed against his cheek and the corner of his mouth.He lingered feeling Roman’s heartbeat on his lips.

Roman’s breath hitched at the feel of Cody’s lips on his neck. His fingers flexed in Cody’s hand. The only movement he showed. “Don’t fucking kiss Punk again.”

Cody snorted as laughter hit. He lifted his head and looked at Roman. The stormy haze from earlier gone, but there was still a steely glint. Roman’s lips were pulled in a straight line and his jaw clenched. He couldn’t stop the gentle eye roll. “I didn’t kiss Punk.”

He leaned forward.

The kiss was nothing like earlier. It was slow, deep, and warm. Gentle. Cody meant it more as a reminder. Like ‘hey idiot, I’m in love with you.’ His hand slipped up to cup the side of Roman’s face. His beard scratchy and familiar. Their lips moved together unhurried with lazy soft brushes on their tongues.

Before the kiss could end as gently as it started, Roman’s hand was cupping the back of Cody’s head. He nipped on Cody’s bottom lip and was deepening the kiss with a low growl. The kiss grew heated with tongues stroking and Roman trying to claim every inch of Cody’s mouth. The embers of his earlier possession burned hot until the kiss gentled and became warm and grounding.

“Possessive asshole,” Cody murmured in a soft huff against Roman’s lips.

“I don’t want anything of yours touching him.”

The request was insane and Roman knew it was an impossible ask. Cody loved him for it.

“How about anytime we have to touch, I come home to you and let you pound me into the mattress?”

Roman’s eyes flared with fresh heat His cock gave an interested twitch against Cody’s thigh, thickening as he thought about Cody spread out in the middle of their king sized bed upstairs. “Just when you guys touch?”