A/N I love you guys hope you love the story as much as I do.

Six hours before Smackdown taping Tuesday, June 3rd, 2014

Roman's POV

"Dean eat something. Anything. Even if it's the fork."

Nothing.

Cheering this man up would be harder that I thought. I brought him to the mall to make fun of some of the women and their stupid conversations. So far Cindy cheated on Blakely who apparently slept with everyone but I could hear half the convo, the other half was Dean's job but he clearly wasn't listening.

I hated seeing Dean like this. It made me wanna grab Rollins and ring him out by the neck. He knew the minute he met Ambrose that the man had a hard time trusting people, but Ambrose let him in, he let us in. Rollins took advantage of that and now Dean's broken.

But I can't help but feel like it's hitting him harder than it should. Maybe I'm being inconsiderate but lately Dean seems like he's... sick. His face is drained, he won't eat, he's in this constant depressed state. I can't bring him out of it and it's killing me. Normally I can help my brother out of anytying but now... I'm not so sure.

"Can we go..." Dean asked softly, staring down at his hands that were placed on the table. This made me frown and let out a sigh. This was no use, maybe a workout would be better for him. If we work out at the gym in the hotel it'll be easier to get our stuff and go to the arena. "Yeah man let's go" I helped him stand and threw our food away. The man could barely walk straight, he had this distant look in his eyes and I could tell his mind was everywhere.

Getting him to the car was a pain but it was better than not riding together at all. I prayed to God they didn't split is up, that would kill the poor guy, he couldn't handle losing anyone else. And he won't for as long as I'm alive.

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"Just ignore him Dean... act like he's no here. He doesn't matter anymore" I reassured Dean who just couldn't help but stare at Seth like a lost puppy. Of course he just had to be here with Orton by his side. I could feel his eyes burning holes in the back of my neck. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze but I tried to focus on Ambrose to keep my mind off of him.

After that stunt he pulled last night, I had to go to my room and take a cold shower. Actually make that two. All I could hear was his sexy- annoying ass voice in my ear. I woke up with the worst morning wood and normally I would've taken care of it but I had Ambrose to worry about.

I don't know why I can't get him out of my head but now he's all I think about, him and demolishing Rollins. But even then sometimes Orton takes over that side of my mind too. Makes me wonder what is deal is. He can't be gay he has a kid. Although that could be the reason he got the divorce in the first place.

"Roman.." Dean snapped in front of my face making me look down at him. "Yeah sorry sorry come on I'll spot you" I said grabbing his bar before he could protest. I helped him get it onto his shoulders and spotted while he did his squats. I felt a hand brush my ass while I watched him, making my jump and turn around with a scowl. Orton stood in front of me with a stupid smirk on his face making my scowl turn into a glare. "What the hell was that" I whispered, not trying to throw Dean off.

"You're cute when act all angry you know that? It's getting a little old though. You should just get on your knees for me now and save me the trouble of having to break you, although..." He paused, my face bright red and my fists clenched at my sides, "I would love to break you."

He moved closer to me and I couldn't step back because I would've hit Dean. My eyes darted across the room to see if anyone was watching but there were very few people in there with us.

Suddenly a hand touched my hip making jump and nearly knock Dean over. I quickly grabbed Randy's wrist and glared at him but that did nothing but make his grin turn into that stupid smirk that's always on his face. My body moved forward when his hand tugged at my side. There wasn't much force to it, my feet just moved against my will.

He was staring down at me and my eyes were staring up into his. They were dark, but a beautiful dark. They reminded me of water under the night sky.

Oh god what is this man doing to me? I'm not a sap and I am most certainly not gay. There's nothing wrong with that believe me it's just not me. I'm not even bisexual I am 100% straight. Even after my divorce I still love women very much and can only see myself with a female in the future.

"Amazing how short your attention span is" Randy's deep voice pulled me from my thoughts, making me shake my head slightly to pull myself out of my head. He chuckled darkly and put his other hand on my hip before quickly pulling both away. Though I could still feel his fingertips on my skin and they hadn't even made direct contact.

"I can fix your problem for you if you'd like" Randy spoke out loud instead of in a whisper, "Just meet me in my lockeroom before the show and we'll take care of it." He winked before walking off towards Seth who now had his attention on us. Well his attention was really on Dean but seeing Orton over here must've drawn his attention to me. He looked at Orton then at me and shook his head, turning on his heels to leave with Orton by his side.

"So much for spotting me" Dean grumbled behind me, putting the bar back on his own. Shit. I completely forgot about Ambrose. Hopefully he was too occupied with his workout to notice Randy and I behind him. Hopefully he left just in time.

I'll never understand that man, not that I really want to. I'm gonna have to break it to him that I'm not gay and that I hate him with a burning passion later. What I really don't understand is what he meant by my problem. I don't have a problem except for the fact that Ambrose is depressed but I doubt Randy would be any help with that situation. He-

"Roman!" Dean yelled shoving my shoulder. Dammit lost in my thoughts again. "Sorry sorry... I'm... I'm just really out of it today" I said running a hand through my hair. This man has officially taken over my thoughts and that scares me. Now more than ever I need to be level headed, especially for Dean.

"You can't be serious" Dean folded his arms across his chest, a look of disgust and disappointment on his face. A look I've seen several times before whenever Seth picked up the wrong beer and or fries for Dean whenever it was his turn to get food.

"What" I asked, getting slightly nervous. Maybe he did see Randy up against me. Maybe he thought I was into him. Oh god that would be the worst, the ultimate betrayal considering what just happened the night before.

"You stopped spotting me to watch some bitch and got yourself hard" Dean shook his head and grabbed his gym bag, "Let's go I'm not in the mood anymore" he muttered angrily as he moved past me. I didn't go after him.

My body was frozen, my legs suddenly incapable of moving. It wasn't until Dean pointed it out that I realised that I had a very noticable tent in my pants.

From Orton.

Now I understand my problem... and he wants to help me with it... shit.

I did not think you guys would enjoy this as much as you do but I'm glad you do! Here's another Chapter hope you loved if not sorry!