Three Letter Words, Please
Summary:
Sew their paths again, time to live the three words Cody ached to hear from Roman after three months apart.
a/n: First time writing a codyroman fic and personally, it's pretty fun. This fic set in Pre-SummerSlam 2024 before SummerSlam began.
You can read the other fics from my WWE masterlist here.
"Three Letter Words, Please" is posted on AO3 (here) and Wattpad (here)
Word Count: 1,007
Warning(s): 18+ only (minors DNI), NSFW, explicit language, smut, sprinkles of angst, some errors
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Does he feel the same?
Once reentered the company, everyone greeted a warm welcome back. After another simpering along, they exchanged embraces and discussions about what occurred during his three-month absence: storylines, plans, let alone hilarious travel moments tickled the bones with impression. Laughter from ear to ear, neither dismissed his happiness, they've earned it.
Cousins, friends, family, and Hunter were glad he returned. For Paul, an emotional, appreciative mess, went on a twenty-minute professional rant how much he missed his in-ring presence. Headaches were the most part, though worth understanding without asking why. He achieved the title "Wiseman" for a reason.
Anyone questioned whether or not the current Undisputed Champion noticed the news.
Surprise, Cody knew and pleased in thoughts while professional wise concealed. Wry smile, hums under his breath, tilted his head with a ponder, pretended those antics were innocent. If anyone mentioned the same name, his cycle replayed.
An asshole, a good asshole. Rumors came full circle, indicating he's diagnosed with mood swings. Insufficient like he taught any better assumed behaving like a good boy. Those close to Cody unfazed behind his true actions for twenty years or more, the current reasoning hasn't been given.
Grave mistake or a good luck charm?
Brought into a mixed situation, avoided reflecting the second choice to test the waters for the first. What could've done not being hard-headed calling himself a "genius".
He should've said no. Again, hard-headed.
Thickened air of intoxicating musk, now beneath him on the couch; clothes strewn the floor. Lamp across the table dimmed low, half of the space shaded close to pitch black. Heavy breaths echoed in his locker room, blocking the silence. Neither gave a damn about the occurrence outside, occupied themselves with craving.
Cody stared into his gaze, their emotions mirrored. Half-lidded, glassy, desire. Bareness squished together, dark hair locks dangling and tickling his skin. The one he waited after for such a while: Roman Reigns.
Nails grazed Roman's back left visible marks. Cody's arms encircled, unable to let loose on Roman. Face buried, breathy grunts muffled in Cody's neck while his hips rutted. Upsurge of pleasure done the best for Cody, can't seem to let go.
Three months of emptiness.
Three months devoid closeness.
Regardless of the absence, Roman forever found multiple methods of pleasing. Damn him.
Although lust overtook distress, Cody pondered with doubt.
Does he know?
From Road to WrestleMania 39 to WrestleMania 40, both confided in the public eye after intertwining hands and warm cuddles. Slow, steady, this led into sexual desire behind closed doors. Neither forget affection or second decisions.
Eyelids shut tight, the sensation ignited Cody's abdomen. An appetite he can't handle. Roman's whisper of sweet nothings ear to ear, an addiction Cody became attentive per night or day.
"Damn, baby." Roman's husky voice spiked Cody's body. "Eager as hell waitin' with your legs spreading wide earlier."
Elicited a squeak, Cody bit his lower lip to hide any more noises, face flushed when Roman emitted an amused chuckle. Two times worse the embarrassment.
Few words stumbled, impossible to respond. Only whimpers.
That's because you were out for so long, I had to touch myself— oh shit! His brain jolted. Eyes rolled back in the head. One of the spots Roman penetrated made his back arched from the furniture. So g-good…
Roman snickered. "Thinking too hard. Guess I'm on the lead." Large hands slipped from thighs towards the waist and gripped him into place. "You can do better than whine."
"I'm— I'm trying if you stop teasing," Cody grumbled, legs tightened at Roman's waist. "I swear, one antic from you to get us caught—"
"Relax, baby, damn." He stifled another snicker bubbling his chest. "We're not getting caught on my first day back, sure as hell won't be ruined. But I promise you," A gentle nibble to Cody's earlobe, warmth of his breath tickled, "I'm here now."
To leave me again?
Once more, guilt panged the heart of Cody. Eyes closed, tried his hardest to repel the worries, the predictions between their relationship, to focus the present in front of him.
Behind Roman's words gave incertitude depending on how it swayed until it died down. Cody may handle their one year long-distance relationship, but the chills anticipated and questions if Roman cared.
A palm caressed his cheek; sudden fondness grounded in place. He took sight again, and blinked.
Concern etched the expression. Malice downplayed, nothing to shame. The usual look seen through the psyche, of how his true feelings were revealed from the public.
Roman knew.
"Afraid if I'm gone… again?” He said, no amusement in his tone of voice.
Cody silenced himself from speaking so he could continue.
"You're afraid if I'm gone, if I disappear again, if having sex with you was a facade of avoiding you, I wouldn't care, right?"
Nothing shut down the genuine heart in Roman. Cody can't get past the honesty. Nonetheless, the misgiving is still unforgettable.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, Cody! Always ruin the moment, always overthinking!
Roman pressed his forehead against Cody's. Their breath mingled, it didn't help any if silence crawled in the room.
"I want to hear it," Cody begged, voice cracked. "Just one time."
"Hear what? What do you want me to say?" Roman asked, tongue lapped over his lips.
"How do you feel," Now his turn cupping Roman's face, the beard grazed the palms and fingers. "How much you miss me, wanting to touch, kiss, anything I know. And… how you want to tell after being gone." Cody looked him in the eyes, one tear rushing down his cheek. "One time…. please, Roman?"
The room muted except their synced soft breaths. A pure confession. After not having each other's side: one had a break, another tried to step up the company along the legacy as the Undisputed Champion.
Back together again, if anymore breaks hogging Roman's schedule, many chances and relief are made.
Roman took a deep breath. Cody, now with a smile, hearing his boyfriend's true feelings with three words.
"I miss you."
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