Title: The Hook Up

Rating: T

Main Characters: Roman Reigns/Seth Rollins

Supporting Characters: Dean Ambrose

Summary: Roman likes Seth. And Dean's the crazy best friend trying to hook his boy up.

Disclaimer: Story idea is mine. Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins belong to WWE and themselves.

Part 1:

"I don't think you're staring at his ass hard enough."

"Would you stop that?!"

Dean does this weird snort/giggle thing while dodging Roman's flailing hand. Maybe in some sick way, he enjoys picking on his best friend about his crush. Then again, Roman makes it so easy. You see, what happens on TV is very different than what happens backstage. Well, some of the time. Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns are best friends on and off the clock. That part is true. But the whole "Destruction of the Shield" business? Not so much. Yeah, they're not a stable, but they don't hate each other. They don't hang out as much as they did when they were Shield, but they still talk to one another. In Roman's case, he still harbors a big ass crush on Seth.

"Uce, you need to man up and just go ask him out." Dean tells Roman. "Turn on some of that swagger you use in the ring and go get your man."

The Samoan's response is to briefly side eye the blond before returning his grey contact colored eyes to Seth. Speaking of the WWE World Heavyweight Champion, he's right now in a conversation with a production member. He's in his body hugging black wrestling gear. Roman's mind is working overtime in trying to memorize every contour the tight fabric is hugging.

"You know? You had a zillion opportunities to tell him how you felt about him," Dean's raspy voice breaks through his thoughts.

A soft growl is released and a frown covers his face. "He had a girlfriend remember?"

"And? Besides that shit didn't work out anyway."

"Dude, you're the last person to be giving out relationship advice."

Dean knows what he's getting at. "Hey, Renee and I were doomed from the start." His blue eyes land on said ex-flame as she walks by.

"Hey Renee. What's up sexy?" The Wrestler flashes a smile that shows off his famous dimples.

Renee responds by flipping him off. Roman cringes while Dean just shrugs.

"Oh well. More fish in the fucking sea or something like that."

"You're such a dog, Dean."

"Woof, woof. Now stop changing the subject. What are you going to do about Mr. Tight Pants Champion over there?"

Roman lets out a sigh as he leans against the wall. "I don't know. I don't even know if he likes guys."

"So do you want me to go over there and ask Seth? I can totally do it for you." You could see Dean's lip twitch as he tried to hold back a smile.

Grey eyes bug out and his face slightly pales at the suggestion. "No!" Roman gasps out. "Are you crazy?"

"Yes." Dean replies.

Roman's nonplussed expression finally cracks the smile Dean tried to hide.

"Look, you and Seth are still tight. Ask him out, talk to him and you know…maybe you two can do what two good looking guys do."

"And that is?" Roman smirks as he asks.

"I don't know!"

It's Roman's time to laugh. "Want me to show you?" He slowly leans toward his friend who instantly leans away. Roman can't help laughing again.

"Stop! I know where your mouth likes to go." Dean protests. "At least buy me dinner first, you asshole. "

"What's up, gentleman?"

Dean and Roman suddenly realize that they have been joined by their former stablemate.

"Hey man!" Dean happily greets Seth.

Roman's response is a bright smile. "Hey Champ." They're still friends right? No need to be goofy about his crush on him. But that's what he's doing right? Smiling so hard that his cheeks hurt. Imagining what it's like to run his fingers through Seth's hair. Trace his lips with his. Are they as soft as he imagined them to be? The Samoan lightly brushes his bottom lip with his tongue, his mind going into very-non PG places as he continues to daydream.

"-for you match tonight against Luke?"

Seth's voice severely cuts though Roman's thoughts. "Uh…" he blinks a couple of times to get himself back to present time. "I'm sorry…what?"

A snort comes from Dean as Seth chuckles softly. Roman glares at the blond.

"You ok? I was asking about your match tonight against Luke."

"Oh. Um, yeah…it's…" A cough. A fake one. He got caught slipping and he could feel his face heat up. Fuck, Roman. Get a grip man! "I gotta go find him….yeah…"

Roman walks off abruptly. Seth raises an eyebrow. Dean crosses his arms and looks down at the floor. He really wants to laugh right now.

"Is he okay, Dean? That was so…not Roman." Seth says.

"He's fine, bro. Just got 'crushing' issues in his head." Dean just had to. He really just had to.

Seth excuses himself then walks off. Dean can't help but shake his head. He looks back to where Roman had been standing then back to where Seth had previously stood. A slow grin appears on his stubbled face as the wheels in his head started to rev up. The only way this ship is going to sail is with a push.