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The Devil’s in the Details (But You got a Friend in Me)- Part 3

Samijey Fic- AU from the Royal Rumble

Back with a nice juicy update for you all!! It's a long one :)

Probably gonna be a couple more parts to this coming, I have so many ideas for where this is going.

Thank you so much to @elementaldoughnut12 for the prompt and cheering me on through this whole process 🥰

Tags for @feelschicken and @southerngirl41 - if anyone else would like tags in the future please let me know!

Part One

Part Two

This fic is Explicit and contains: Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Rimming, and Body Worshipping

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The morning comes and as tired as Jey is, he pries himself out of bed just as the sun rises. If he only has a handful of hours with Sami today, he’s going to make the best of them.

He throws his gym gear silently in an effort not to wake Jimmy, who’s still snoring away in the other bed, and creeps out of the room in the pale morning light. He makes his way down to the hotel gym, yanking the door open to find Sami perched on the weight bench.

Despite how tired he is, Jey’s face lights up into a smile. Sami looks up at the sound of the door opening, cheeks full as he smiles and pushes himself up to standing.

Jey’s eyes scan the room, checking to be sure that they’re alone, before cupping Sami’s face in his hands and pulling him into a deep kiss.

Sami’s lips taste like coffee and the tiniest hint of toothpaste, and it’s perfect. Jey still can’t believe he gets to have this now, after all this time.

They break apart and Sami laughs. “Good morning to you too,”

They pick up a familiar routine from the months they spent traveling and training together, though Sami still can’t do much. Jey spends time on the different machines, music blaring in one ear while the other listens to Sami, engaging in conversation.

You’d think they wouldn’t have much to say to one another, after being in constant contact via text and calls, but they don’t miss a beat, talking about anything and everything.

After Jey finishes his last series of reps, dripping sweat and enjoying the familiar ache in his muscles, as he racks the weights he lets himself just look at Sami.

Sami, who is beautiful in the light pouring in through the windows, the sun lighting up that wild ginger hair that’s pulled back into a bun. He’s doing arm curls, unintentionally showing off the added bulk and definition he’s put on them in the last few months, and he’s still talking between reps. He fills the space with his warm voice, and as Jey watches he notices that Sami’s face and cheeks are definitely fuller now too. How he didn’t notice last night, he’s not sure, but it’s all he can look at now.

“-and I just think that after all these years they’re doing Kofi dirty, you know?” Sami seems to finish his thought, looking up to meet Jey’s eyes as he racks the dumbbell he was using.

Jey nods, hoping that its not too obvious that he hasn’t been paying his full attention to the conversation.

“I really fuckin’ missed you, Sami.” The words tumble out of his mouth, but he can’t regret them when Sami is smiling like that.

“Missed you too,” He replies, standing up from the bench again.

Jey takes a few steps, intending to cross the room and show Sami just how much he’d missed him, but he’s stopped by the sound of the gym door opening.

His youngest brother stands in the doorway, face impassive as usual as he glances between the two of them.

“Mornin’ Solo,” Sami says cheerfully, as if they haven’t been caught alone together twice now.

“Yeah- uh’ Morning, uce.” Jey tries for nonchalant and fails miserably.

Solo fixes him with a stare that seems to know way too much, but he simply grunts in response and puts his headphones on.

Jey sneaks a glance at Sami, who’s still smiling though now his cheeks are dusted with a blush that makes Jey want to bite at them. He’ll file that impulse away for later.

They finish up their respective workouts and head back to their rooms, sneaking one more kiss when they have the elevator to themselves.

“You sure we gotta get breakfast with everybody else?” Jey knows he’s whining but he’s dreading the idea of sitting across a table from Sami under the ever watchful eyes of his family.

Sami tangles their hands together. “You’re the one who insists on keeping this between us right now,”

He groans, hating that Sami is right.

But the fear is still there, as its been a solid 12 hours since their defeat and both he and Jimmy have heard nothing from Roman. While usually no news would be good news, this silence is uncharacteristic of the Tribal Chief and it’s unsettling.

He needs to take care of this situation with Roman, find some way to get out from under his thumb before he’ll feel secure enough to tell them about Sami. It’s been a long three years of living under his cousin’s control, and now he has a brand new reason to fight.

“Soon,” He says, pressing their foreheads together as the elevator climbs. “Soon, okay?”

They reach their floor and go their separate ways to shower and get ready for breakfast.

Jimmy is still snoring in their room, but it’s late enough that Jey doesn’t feel bad making noise and shaking his twin awake.

“We gettin’ Waffle House, Uce! Get yo’ ass up!”

Breakfast goes about as well as Jey imagined.

The four of them crammed into a too-small booth, he’s both blessed and cursed to have Sami pressed in next to him, hyperaware of all the places their bodies touch in the tight space.

Jimmy asked Sami about a million questions, everything from his recovery to the shows he’s been watching and anything in between.

Solo chimed in every now and again, his soft spot for Sami showing.

Jey himself tries not to say too much, since he’s gotten to have so much time with Sami where they haven’t. As much as he wants to be selfish, his family is still important to him, and ultimately it makes him happy that they all get along so well.

It’s easier to forget the pressures on them all when they’re like this, stuffing their faces full of shitty diner food and laughing over each other’s goofy antics. Behaving like the family that they are, and not whatever twisted version of family that Roman presents for them all.

Keeping his hands off Sami is still difficult, when he wants to press kisses to his face at each smile.

Sami’s hand finds his under the table, as their plates are cleared away, intertwining their fingers together and rubbing his thumb in slow circles on the back of his palm.

How Sami understands exactly what he needs at any moment Jey will never know, but he’s grateful for it all the same.

His phone unhelpfully shows the time, the morning having slipped away. They’d have to return to the hotel soon for Sami to collect his things and get to LAX to make his flight back home.

And then he’d have to face whatever grief Roman would throw at them for losing the match, surely it would be a shouting match before Roman’s fight and Jey was not looking forward to it. Still, he’ll take it gladly if it keeps the Tribal Chief’s eyes on him and not his brother or his… partner? Boyfriend felt juvenile, not quite right, and lover was closer but it felt too intimate for casual conversation.

They’d have to talk about that at some point, what they are to each other, but for now Jey is just satisfied to be able to call Sami his.

—

They all pile back in the rental car and return to the hotel without much fanfare. Jey volunteers to help Sami with his bags and get him into the scheduled Uber, which earns another searching look from Solo, but thankfully he doesn’t ask any questions.

They make quick work of Sami’s bags, meaning that Jey is holding both of them and refusing to let Sami carry anything, and make their way back down to the lobby to wait for the Car.

Jey feels brave suddenly in this crowded room full of strangers, watching Sami talk about his travel plans. He grabs a hold of Sami’s jacket to get his attention before cradling Sami’s face in his hands and kissing him, closing his eyes in an attempt to savor every moment.

When they break apart, Sami’s face breaks into the most beautiful smile.

“What was that for?”

’Cause I love you. ‘Cause you ain’t even left and I already miss you. ‘Cause you’re the best thing I’ve ever had in my life. ‘Cause m’not gonna see that smile in person for a long two weeks.

Jey doesn’t say those things, he’s never been great about expressing his feelings verbally. He’ll have to show Sami how he feels in other ways for now.

“Just tryin’ to shut you up, for real.”

It gets a laugh out of Sami, but his phone rings in his hand signaling the arrival of his Uber, and Jey tries desperately to keep his emotions in check.

He follows Sami with the bags and puts them in the waiting car as Sami talks with the driver.

Sami looks at him again, sighing. “I’m sorry I gotta go, babe,” He opens his arms, and Jey flies into them like a magnet, burying his face in Sami’s neck.

He holds on for too long, and feels Sami press a kiss to his hair and clutch him tighter to his chest.

Jey finally lets go, pressing one more lingering kiss to Sami’s lips.

“Have a good flight, manamea” He says softly, barely above a whisper.

Sami nods, taking one last opportunity to hold Jey’s face in his hands like he’s the most precious thing in the world. “You’re gonna be sick of me messaging and calling you.”

Jey playfully rolls his eyes. “Ain’t no way. Fact, you’re gonna be sick o’ ME,” he sniffs, trying to cover the thick emotion creeping up in his throat.

“Never,” Sami presses one last kiss to his’s nose, before releasing Jey’s and turning to the open car door. “Be careful, please make it home in once piece.”

“Can’t make no promises,”

The door shuts, blocking his view of Sami waving, and the car takes off. Leaving him standing alone with his hand raised. He feels breathless, like Sami went and took all the air with him.

—

Jimmy and Jey are told by Paul that their services aren’t needed at ringside for Roman’s match that evening. It’s a clear dismissal, bearing no arguments, and it sets Jey’s nerves on edge.

He wins, with Solo’s help of course. The petty side of Jey almost wishing that Roman too would lose the belts and the glory just as he and Jimmy had, but realistically the loss would have hurt him too, not just their family standing but their roles within the company would be on the line without them.

Jey gets messages from Sami the whole day, letting him know when he lands and makes it back to the house, settling in for the evening.

Jimmy went out for drinks with some of the other members of the roster, giving Jey some alone time in their room. Which he uses to call Sami, curled up in bed and if he closes his eyes he can just imagine that Sami is right next to him instead of thousands of miles away. Close enough to touch and hold and kiss.

When it’s late and they’re barely awake, risking Jimmy’s return with every minute, Jey just can’t bear to hang up the line. He feels like a damn schoolgirl, head over heels and nearly ready to ask Sami to be the one to hang up.

“Jey?” Sami’s voice is soft, tired.

“Yee?”

“I love you,” There’s silence, and the sound of Sami’s breath. “And I don’t mean in an ucey way this time.”

Jey feels heat rising in his cheeks, as he processes what Sami is saying to him.

“You don’t have to say it back yet, I’ll understand if you don’t, but I just wanted you to know.”

Tears well in his eyes, but his mouth is dry, his tongue glued to the roof of his mouth.

what is the MATTER wit’ you, uce?! You LOVE him!! He is the sun and the air that you breathe!! He is the only HOME we ever had, open yo’ damn mouth!

“I wanted you to know that I love you, Jey. Titles or not.” Sami’s voice cracks at the end, betraying the sincerity of his words.

Jey wants to tell him, wills the words to come, but there’s an old fear in him, a deep repression of his feelings that sticks into his throat.

“Jey?”

Finally, Jey opens his lips, but he can’t find it within himself. “I- Sami, I do…”

Sami immediately talks over him, “it’s okay, Jey, really. I don’t need to hear it right now, really. It’s okay, I know, baby.”

Jey’s spluttering, frustrated and angry with himself. “Can’t right now. I don’t know-”

“It’s okay, baby. Get some rest okay? I’ll let you go.”

As much as he hates to end the call, Jey feels like an open wound has been torn into his chest. It should be easy, three little words. In fact he’s said them before, on live television and in front of his whole family.

Not like this though. You said you loved him like a brother that ain’t the same.

The thoughts in his head are loud and confusing and frustrating, and he can’t deal with them.

“‘Kay,” He sighs into the phone. “G’night, manamea”

The term of endearment rolls of his tongue so easily, such a contradiction. Maybe its easier because Sami doesn’t know what it means.

“Night, Jey.”

The line goes silent, and Jey’s exhausted. He wraps himself up in the blankets and falls into a fitful sleep.

—

Despite how much he’d been dreading them the following two weeks fly by pretty quickly for Jey.

Neither he nor Jimmy hear from Roman, and so they deal with the loss of the titles the only way they know how, by harassing the Brutes and demanding a rematch.

They’re booked for house shows on their off nights, but Jey still calls Sami every night. They trade messages all day, but still find ways to talk late into the night.

Sami tells him that he loves him every night before hanging up. Jey still can’t bring himself to do the same.

He vows to himself to show Sami, in every way that he can. Sami knows, as always understanding Jey in ways that no one else has ever bothered to try, but he deserves to hear it, in whatever way Jey can deliver the message.

It’s announced that Roman will be present at that friday’s smackdown, the night before Jey is set to take his week off, and some part of Jey is relieved to have a face to face with Roman. This waiting game is making him unsettled, no matter the punishment it’s gotta be better than the silence.

Jimmy and Jey arrive to the arena together, early as usual. They don’t have a match on the card for the evening but the segment with Roman will surely end in some kind of altercation and it’s in their best interest to be prepared.

Jey’s bags are packed and with him, ticket on his phone for a red eye flight that’ll get him to Orlando around 9 am, where Sami will be waiting for him.

This is the last obstacle, the last hurdle before their week away together, and Jey is filled with nervous energy.

He expects to see Roman in their locker room before, but Solo arrives alone, headphones covering his ears. His younger brother has been around them less since Wrestlemania, and it doesn’t help Jey’s feelings of unease.

Paul shows up with 15 minutes to spare until the start of the show, loud and annoying as ever, informing them that their segment will start the show.

“Where big Uce?” Jimmy asks.

“The Tribal Chief is a busy man, you must understand. He’ll be arriving just on time, not to worry!”

Dread creeps up in his stomach, like he’s back in the Thunderdome again. Jey is all too familiar with these kinds of mind games, and it doesn’t bode well to how the night will go.

He looks at his phone one last time, finding a message from Sami.

Good Luck out there tonight <3 6:50pm

He sends back a thumbs up and a heart, and stuffs the phone in his bag before following his brothers to gorilla position.

Roman is waiting there when they arrive with a smile on his face. He claps each of their shoulders as they prepare for their entrance, but there’s a look in his eyes that is anything but reassuring.

Jey plays his part, going through the familiar motions of their entrance, the slow walk to the ring and Roman’s posturing before demanding acknowledgement from the crowd.

He then launches into a tirade, first about Royal Families, then directing his speech to Solo. Praising his abilities and his dedication to solving the family’s problems, the way he’s dealt with Sheamus and Drew McIntyre in the proceeding months.

Solo mumbles something too low for Jey to hear, eliciting a laugh from their cousin.

“See how good he is! Worrying about our problem with the rest of the Brawling Brutes, they did take out our Honorary Uce after all. But no Solo, don’t worry about that, those mangy mutts aren’t our problem.” Roman paces like a shark, looking to draw blood.

“The real problem here are your brothers.”

Jey feels like he’s been doused with cold water. No matter how much he knew this was coming, it doesn’t help the rising fear as he moves closer to Jimmy, putting himself between his twin and Roman.

“What did y’all think was gonna happen, huh? You thought you’d just lose in the Main Event at Wrestlemania and we wasn’t gonna talk about it?”

Jey keeps his gaze downward.

“You were supposed to take revenge on those idiots for injuring Sami, correcting the fact that you let him get hurt at all, allowed him to take that fall for YOU.”

Roman’s face is up in his and it’s all Jey can do to bite his tongue. He feels the sting of his nails digging into his palms.

“And what did you do? Not only did you lose the match, but you lost the Tag Team Championships! And you’re just gonna beg for a rematch?” He circles around them again, menacing. “You EMBARRASS me. You embarrassed our family. Our Bloodline.”

Jey feels sick to his stomach. Feels waves of discomfort coming off of Jimmy, that distaste for authority thats dogged them both their whole lives.

Roman pushes an accusatory finger to his chest. “You should know better than this, Apologize!”

Jey’s eyes flick up, meeting Jimmy’s and immediately Jey knows that his twin does not understand the situation they’ve found themselves in. He’s making faces, talking under his breath. “Can you believe this shit, Uce?”

Jey knocks a hand into Jimmy’s side, shaking his head no.

It’s not enough, Roman’s in their space again. “Don’t look at him! Look at me, I’m dead serious, Apologize!”

Jimmy cracks a smile, laughing in the face of stress, like they’re schoolboys in detention again. “You can’t be for real, right now-“ He’s not mic’d up, it’s for their families ears only.

“Oh you’re smiling? I’m here to make you laugh? You think I’m a clown?” Roman shoves Jimmy, hard enough to knock him off balance and Jey feels his stomach fall to the floor.

All he sees is the cell match again, his nightmares of Roman’s hands on his twin, on Sami, he has to do something to fix this and make this right. Has to swallow his pride, make it home to Sami in the morning.

He steps between them again, grabbing a microphone. “We apologize, Uce. Alright?”

Jimmy glares at him, but he can’t focus on his brothers hurt feelings. He has a job to do to protect the people he loves.

“We apologize- you’re right. Yo, give us one more shot, Uce. We’ll bring the tag titles home. We’ll get revenge for Sami. Just give us another shot, Uce.” Jimmy bristles behind his back, but he blocks him.

Roman rubs his hands in his beard, appeased but clearly still not happy. He brings the mic back to his lips. “You have one more shot to fix this.” Then, he drops his hand away, leaning in close to Jey. “You know what happens if you don’t.”

Terror washes over him, but he tries desperately to keep it together, rubbing his face to hide in his hands.

“Tell ‘em, Wiseman.” Finally Roman retreats from them, and Jey can at least breathe.

“My Tribal Chief has authorized me to inform you all of a confirmed match for Backlash in Puerto Rico! The Tag Team Championships will come home to the Bloodline when The Usos avenge their fallen brethren and defeat the disgusting Brawling Brutes.”

They had another shot. One last shot if Roman’s words rang true, and in Jey’s experience his cousin was not one to lie.

—

Roman clears off once they exit the ring, no doubt taking a private flight back home that night.

Jimmy is pissed at him, giving him grief the second they get back into the locker room.

“The fuck was that about, Uce? Why you apologize to him? We didn’t do nothin’ wrong! How you jus’ gon’ let him treat us like that?”

Jey collapses onto the bench, shaking his head. “You don’ understand, Uce. It was bad ‘nough when it was jus’ us he could fuck with. It ain’t jus’ about us no more.”

“What you talkin’ bout? Roman’s already fuckin’ with us, gettin’ in our face like that! Shit’s messed up, Uce.” Jimmy paces furiously, and Solo watches him with his eyes.

Jey rubs his hands against his temples, trying to will away the headache thats brewing behind his eyes.

“Uce-“

“Can’t you understand why I don’ like him gettin’ at you like that?” Jimmy stops in front of him, pinning him with his eyes.

He sighs, “Yea- I jus’-“

“Jus’ nothin’!” He rolls his eyes, grabbing his bag and shrugging it onto his shoulders. “Guess I gotta deal wit’ this ’til you get back.”

“Jimmy-“

“Have a good vacay, Uce. Tell Sami I said hello.” He sounds disappointed, and it’s a hard pill to swallow. Jey hadn’t said a word about where he was going, figures his twin would just know.

The door slams shut behind Jimmy with a loud bang, and he winces. This whole evening felt bad enough without this added guilt on top of it. He’s about to dig into his bag, to get his phone out to see if there were any messages from Sami, who for sure had seen the whole thing on TV.

He hears a cough from the corner of the room, where Solo sits with his arms crossed and a particularly deep scowl on his face.

“I know, Uce.”

Jey’s head snaps up. “What you mean?”

He hears his heartbeat in his ears, the dread from earlier creeping back. Solo has spent so much time with Roman recently, and as much as he still wants to love and trust his baby brother, he’s cautious.

“I seen you and Sami, at the hotel after ‘Mania.” Solo’s face changes, looking visibly uncomfortable, nervous rather than angry, and as much as his hackles are raising he stays calm.

“What you see, Uce?”

Solo blushes visibly, something Jey hasn’t seen in a very long time, when Solo was just a shy little boy.

“Saw you, uh, kissin’. In the lobby. When he was leavin’.”

Jey nodded, “And you didn’t tell big Uce?” It was clear, if Roman had any idea about him and Sami he would have known by now.

Solo shook his head. “Nah- I get it.” He slowly approached, still sheepish. “Jus’ wanted you to know. S’cool with me.”

Jey could cry with relief. The fact that Solo knew and was okay with him and Sami meant the world to him. “T-Thanks, Solo. That- um, thanks.”

“Can I-?” Solo holds out his big arms, looking more like an overgrown teddy bear than the terrifying enforcer of the Bloodline. Jey stands in an instant and crashes into his younger brothers arms for a tight hug. “I might- if the Tribal Chief, if he wants me to hurt you, I won’t-“

“S’okay, Uce.” He nods, “I get it, I do.”

“I don’t want to,” Solo says, voice low. “Don’t wanna hurt any of you.”

“I know, we all do what we gotta do.”

Solo finally releases him. “Did Sami keep the bear?”

The question takes him off guard, and it takes him a second to realize what Solo’s talking about.

“Yea, actually. Keeps it on his bed and everything, big softie.” Jey laughs, scratching at his neck.

“Cool,” His younger brother nods, a small smile on his face. “Have a good week, Uce. You deserve it.”

Jey smiles, his heart full. Solo gathers his own belongings and heads out with a small wave.

Jey finally checks his phone, finding a slew of concerned text messages from Sami. He fires off a quick reply as he exits the locker room, dragging his suitcase behind him.

M’okay, Sami. On my way to you. 8:30pm <3 8:31pm

—

His flight is uneventful, he sleeps for most of it despite the nervous energy filling his body with every mile he gets closer to Sami, to home.

He collects his bags, making his way to the terminal, where he sees Sami, standing with a sign like the absolute cheeseball he is. The sign reads “MAIN EVENT JEY USO” and it warms his heart.

“Been a long time since anyone’s called me that,” He laughs, pulling Sami in for a kiss. It’s been a very long two weeks and waiting any longer to have Sami’s lips on his is intolerable.

Sami tastes like the fancy coffee he drinks and the vanilla protein shakes they both typically have for breakfast. He kisses like he does everything else, with boundless energy and enthusiasm, and Jey knows he’ll never get tired of it.

When they part, Sami replies, “Such a shame honestly, you have so much potential they aren’t tapping into. You’d make a great singles competitor.”

Jey scoffs, “Nah, m’already in hot water as it is. Tribal Chief ain’t gonna let me do singles anytime soon.”

Sami rolls his eyes, “Roman doesn’t know everything. He’s more worried about the threat you’d pose than anything else.”

“Still…” His cousin’s words linger in the back of his mind.

“Let’s not talk about it now, huh?” Sami wraps his arms around Jey’s torso in a warm embrace. “Missed you, Jey.” The words are whispered into the skin of his neck.

Jey drops a kiss to Sami’s hair, where it’s pulled back into a half-bun. “Missed you too, manamea.”

They part, gathering Jey’s backpack and suitcase and head out of the airport hand in hand, Sami handing over the keys to the car. The warm Florida sun streams into the car, and they talk during the whole drive, Sami asking him a million questions about the previous night’s events.

Sami assures him multiple times that there’s no reason for him to feel guilty about losing to Ridge, that seeking revenge like this can’t bring anything good. Sami wants to take a piece out of the brutes himself, but he wouldn’t be cleared for months still.

His follow up appointment after Wrestlemania had gone well, he’s progressing ahead of schedule but it’s still a long road ahead before he’ll be back in the ring and training.

Jey watches Sami’s face as he talks, staring at him a little too often despite the fact that he’s driving. Sami’s cheeks might be even fuller than they were two weeks ago, and Jey can’t wait to kiss and bite each of them.

They arrive to the house and get Jey’s bags dropped inside the door and Jey is on Sami in an instant, scooping him into a bridal carry. He peppers kisses all over his face, even as Sami laughs in delight.

Jey takes them into Sami’s bedroom, depositing him onto the bed gently and yanking his own shirt up and over his head.

Sami stares at his chest openly, and Jey feels heat pooling in his gut. Even with talking to Sami every night, there’s no privacy with life on the road, especially not with his brothers.

Their first (and last) physical interaction had been rushed, an act of desperation in a backstage locker room, and Jey was determined to make this time special, to truly give Sami the love and care that he deserved. If he still couldn’t make himself say the words to tell Sami how much he loved him, this would have to convey it.

Sami’s sat up at the edge of the bed, smiling at Jey like he hung the sun and the moon. The bed sits high up enough that he can kiss Sami without having to bend down too much, standing in between his legs that just dangle at the edge.

The first few kisses are short, sweet. Jey can’t get enough of the feeling of their beards touching, the way their noses press together when he moves his head. Sami’s hands run up the exposed skin on his torso, coming to rest around his neck and keeping him close.

They stop to breathe for a moment, but Jey stays close, closing his eyes to take in this moment. Pressing another few kisses to the light freckles on Sami’s face.

“Thought about this all the time,” Sami says. “Even before the injury, even when you didn’t like me.”

“Was an idiot,” He mumbles, remembering the cold distrust in his heart. How could he have ever not trusted Sami?

Sami brings his hands to hold Jey’s face, pulling them apart enough to fix him with a stare. “You were scared, Jey. Justifiably so. And angry that I willingly signed up for what had been beaten into you. I wouldn’t have liked me either.”

“Don’t matter, you’re family now,” Jey kisses him again. “Even Big Uce can’t give you shit nomore.”

“Yeah..” Sami trails off, sounding unsure. “Don’t wanna think about him now, honestly.” His giggle is precious, lighting up his face.

Jey’s close enough to finally indulge himself, gently biting at the fullness of Sami’s cheek, which causes him to laugh even more. Jey threads his fingers gently in Sami’s wild curls and turns his head to bite at the other cheek, then licks up the side of his face to taste the warmth of Sami’s skin.

“Ugh, you’re so gross.” Sami teases, playfully shoving him away.

“Still love me though,” It’s a smart retort, meant to tease Sami back, but the ginger’s face gets soft again and he’s pulled back in for another slow, achingly sweet kiss.

“I really do,” Their lips connect again. “Love you so much, Jey- you have no idea-“

Jey takes advantage of Sami’s open mouth to deepen their kiss further, sliding his tongue in to explore Sami’s mouth. He samples the moan it elicits, savoring the flavor that is so uniquely Sami.

He reaches down to take the hem of Sami’s shirt into his hands, pushing it up before breaking off their kiss to take the shirt up and off, yeeting it into the corner of the room. He’s delighted to notice that Sami’s tits are even a little bit bigger and he takes one in each hand, squeezing gently.

“I’m in for it when I get cleared,” Sami mumbles, a light blush tinting his cheeks and neck.

Jey tweaks one of his nipples, admiring the way the flesh jiggles. “You ain’t need to lose none of this.” He ducks his head, sucking the other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub before nipping lightly. “Love these pretty tits, so perfect.” Sami’s head falls back with a groan, exposing the long line of his throat. Jey makes his way there, dragging his tongue along the way. He presses more kisses there, before stopping. “Can I…?”

Sami lets out a garbled moan and he nods, and Jey takes that permission to suck and bite at the tender pale skin of Sami’s neck. Under him Sami’s hips buck rhythmically, and Jey is painfully aware of how hard he’s becoming. He pauses to admire the bruise that’s formed, licking it a few times just to see it glisten in the light.

Hands pull him back up to eye level and into another kiss, falling back together until Sami’s head meets the mattress and Jey gets to relish in the feeling of finally being on top of this man. He plants his hips to the side of Sami’s torso, his hard dick just ghosting against the tops of Sami’s plush thighs and it drags a groan out of his mouth.

It makes him aware of the amount of clothes that they both still have on, and Jey didn’t travel thousands of miles and wait two weeks to come in his pants again.

He pushes himself back up, despite the pout that comes across Sami’s face.

“Got too many clothes on,” He grumbles.

Jey tears his pants and boxers down his legs, nearly tripping as he steps out of them in his haste.

“Damn, Jey.” He looks back at Sami, sitting back up now and staring at his dick with open longing. “That all for me?”

Jey nods, giving himself a few dry strokes, collecting the precum thats dripped from the head and using it as lubricant. “Ye, Sami. Been so hard stayin’ with Jim n’ Solo, never have a second to myself.”

He gives Sami another quick kiss before helping him to his feet and guiding Sami’s shorts off as well, guiding the fabric around the bulk of the knee brace. He steadies Sami as he kicks off the offending garments, and comes eye to eye with those delicious thighs. He’s put on weight here too, with delicate stretch marks in the creases where his legs meet his torso. Jey’s mouth waters at the thought of putting his dick between those thighs, wonders if Sami’s ever known that pleasure before and if not delights in the idea of introducing him to it.

He takes the opportunity while he’s kneeling to lick at the stretch marks, and nip at the skin. Sami squirms, but he holds him fast, taking his time to give his thighs the attention they deserve. He switches sides, deliberately avoiding Sami’s cock, tempting though it is.

Sami’s fingers run through his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp and sending tingles down his spine. Jey thinks he’d gladly spend hours here if given the chance, but he has so many plans.

He plants one more kiss to the sensitive skin before rising to his feet and picking Sami up again, taking him by surprise. He moves them around to the side of the bed before gently putting Sami down into the pillows at the headboard and snagging a few others.

In Jey’s late night frustrations the last few weeks, he’d kept himself busy researching, figuring out positions and tricks to keep Sami’s knee comfortable during sex. The last thing he wants to do is injure the man further.

He carefully folds one of the pillows and tucks it under the brace for support, then hauls himself up onto the bed with the last pillow. He gently takes Sami’s hips in his hand and pulls them up, helped with Sami’s good knee bracing himself. He slides the pillow under Sami’s ass and letting him rest his hips there, raised up from the bed.

Jey takes the opportunity to get a handful of ass, squeezing and pinching playfully, while he settles himself between Sami’s splayed open thighs. He catches sight of Sami’s face, the other man looking at him with an expression that he can’t read and suddenly Jey feels nervous.

“This- uh this alright? Guess I never asked if you ever- if you even want-“ Jey covers his face in embarrassment.

“No- no, Jey! I mean- yes! This is more than alright.” Jey’s hands are pulled away from his face by Sami’s warm hands and his face is right there, stealing a quick kiss. “I’ve been thinking about getting you inside me for ages, are you kidding me? This is exactly what I want.”

Jey kisses him again, relieved. As usual Sami is four steps ahead of him, but still meets him where he is. He still has a hard time believing that he can just have this, that he deserves this man at all.

“Okay, good-“ Jey pecks his lips again. “Great. You stay here, get comfy.” He hops back off the bed and goes to grab the bag he dropped, quickly grabbing the bottle of lube and condoms he purchased just for this and returning to the bedroom.

He pauses in the doorway for a moment, admiring the morning light streaming in from the windows, the way it plays on Sami’s pale skin, the way it turns the ginger of his hair to flame. His head rolls, turning his face to look at Jey and hitting him with a smile.

His heart is in his throat and he crosses the room in quick strides. It’s always been a struggle to keep his hands off of Sami when they’re in the same room, and he has no reason to hold himself back anymore. He gives Sami another sweet kiss before taking his place again on the bed between Sami’s tempting thighs. He runs his hands over the soft flesh, humming softly. “Wanna fuck these thighs later,” He flicks open the cap on the bottle of lube, pouring a liberal amount onto his fingers. “But right now, wanna open you up Sami.”

He starts with one finger, slowly working back and forth across the tight ring of muscle, teasing him with slow circles and not quite enough pressure to sink in. He hears a soft moan of his name come from the pillows and pushes in, feeling the soft warm heat envelop his finger as he explores and stretches Sami’s hole.

Jey’s dick is diamond hard just thinking about how good it will feel to buried inside, but he’s going to take Sami apart before then. Today is about Sami.

He takes his time, listening to the moans and reactions that each motion draws out of the other man. Jey adds another finger, coating them in lube, searching for Sami’s prostate as he scissors his fingers to open him up. He feels the spot with the pad of one finger and hears a cut off cry from Sami and he knows he’s found what he was looking for.

Jey massages the spot with both fingers, watching as the motion causes more precum to leak from Sami’s dick, drooling out to puddle on his plush stomach. He can’t wait to lick that up later.

“Takin’ it so good, Sami, so good for me.” Jey’s unoccupied hand runs up and down Sami’s side, blunt nails just barely scratching at the skin. “Wanna make you feel so good.”

Sami starts talking, and in typical fashion, doesn’t stop. A litany of praises fall from his lips and it’s music to Jey’s ears. “More, more baby- need you inside me Jey, want it so bad, please please give it to me.”

The words go straight to Jey’s dick, and he’s ready for it too but he also doesn’t want to break Sami in half. Jey’s dick is, well it’s certainly not small, above average in length and thick. He adds another finger into Sami’s hole, earning another delicious moan and pleas for more and harder.

He flexes his hand, spreading his fingers wide against the velvet walls of Sami’s hole, getting him nice and open and wet. He drills his fingers in, deep and slow dragging against his prostate each time and hearing Sami’s moans creep higher and higher. He stares at his fingers going in and out, the sweet wink of Sami’s hole when he pulls them out.

Sami whines, but Jey ducks down and licks into Sami’s hole, filling him again with his tongue. Jey feels Sami’s hand clutching at his while his whole body trembles, and he wraps their fingers together as he feasts on Sami’s sweet taste.

“Oh god, please baby, please I’m so ready, so ready Jey- come on,” Sami’s mouth is still running, and Jey decides to give in to him.

He pulls back, licking his lips and running his hands back up Sami’s thighs, changing directions and trailing up to Sami’s stomach, loving on his tummy rolls and the swell of his tits. He finds Sami’s face wet with tears and he panics a little, brushing his cheeks to wipe the tears away.

“You okay, Sami?”

Sami nods, breathing heavily into a smile. “Yea, m’okay baby. Just need you now.”

Jey gives him a quick kiss, “Got you, Sami- Gonna give ya what you need.” He reaches for the condoms sitting behind him, but Sami stops his arm. “Sami?”

“I know you’re good, baby. You know I’m clean. If you’re okay with it-“

“You gon’ let me go in raw?”

Sami nods feverishly. “Want it, want you-“

Jey wastes no more time, moving to line himself up with Sami’s hole, the fat head of his dick just kissing the pink skin that glistens with lube and Jey’s spit. He moves, pushing from his hips and drilling his cock in slowly, watching as he’s enveloped in Sami’s body.

He buries himself inside, pausing when he’s finally all the way in and fighting the urge to immediately start fucking, giving Sami time to adjust as he feels his hole twitching around him. He’s tight, even with the lube, and warm and perfect and Jey’s seeing stars. He blinks a few times. looking down at Sami’s face where more tears are leaking from his eyes.

“Please, Jey, move baby I can take it, give it to me, feels so big, so fucking good-“

Jey drags his hips back, feeling the drag of Sami’s hole clutching him before he plows back in, slow and deliberate, aiming each thrust to Sami’s prostate and driving the man underneath him wild.

He looks down at Sami’s chest, watches as each tit jiggles deliciously when he bottoms out, and he increases his speed for a moment just to watch them bounce.

Sami is begging him for more and right there and he has no problem with that, grinding his hips with each deep thrust, feeling his orgasm coil hot in his low belly, creeping closer.

He takes his hand to Sami’s still-weeping cock, wrapping it in his hand and working it up and down, smearing it in Sami’s precum, and hearing the words coming out of Sami’s mouth fall away into those sweet little breathy moans that mean he’s about to cum.

“Jey- baby, right there! Fuck-“

Jey feels the moment that Sami cums, his ass milking Jey’s cock for all its worth. Jey pulls out for one last push inside to put his cum as deep inside Sami as possible. He falls apart, his vision whiting out as he fills Sami up, imagining for a moment that Sami’s tummy might be a little bit rounder now filled up with his cum.

Sami’s panting as Jey finally pulls out, watching the cum drip out behind him. He takes one of his thumbs, absentmindedly pushing the cum back inside where it belongs, before collapsing on his side next to Sami on the bed.

It takes Jey a moment to catch his breath, running his hands up and down Sami’s chest while his brain comes back online.

Sami looks over at him, smiling. “Damn babe,”

“Ye?”

“Ye,” Sami repeats, and its the cutest thing. “Gonna be feeling that for days.”

Jey wraps his arm around the other man’s chest, dropping his forehead onto Sami’s shoulder. “Good. Mine.”

“So articulate,” Sami laughs, teasingly. “I think we both might need a nap now.”

Jey just nods against him, cuddling up as close as he can, twining their legs together and just enjoying the feeling of having Sami so close. He nods off to sleep feeling the most content he’s ever felt.

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Thank you so much for reading!!! Next time: more smut and Jey learning how to communicate his feelings!

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The Devil’s in the Details (But You got a Friend in Me)- Part 2

Samijey Fic- AU From the Royal Rumble

So just a heads up- I’ve changed a few things in this fic from when Part 1 was posted. Nothing major, but if you notice anything’s different that’s why :) Those updates and edits will show up on the full version of this fic when it goes up on AO3.

Thank you SO much to @elementaldoughnut12 for letting me use her chubby Sami prompt, I hope I’m doing it justice 🥰

And thank you to @feelschicken for always being my sounding board when I need it and letting me drag you into new fandoms!

Some warnings for this fic because it is Explicit and reminder as always that my blog is 18+

This part contains: Conversations about weight gain (zero shame involved) a small Panic Attack, Oral Sex, Body Worshipping, and Coming Untouched (mostly)

Part One Here

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That nights' Smackdown passes in a blur, a fight between him and Jimmy and the Alpha Academy that they easily win, taking Gable down with the 1D for the pin.

Roman hasn’t given them any explicit direction since they’re still riding on the momentum of Sami’s injury, which really doesn’t sit well with Jey.

After Smackdown, the rest of the weekend is booked up with House shows, and endless hours in the car with Jimmy and Solo driving between cities.

Despite being crammed into a car with the two people he’s supposed to be closest to, Jey feels more alone than ever.

He has another week and a half before a 3 day break when he can return to Sami. It can’t come soon enough.

---

This pattern continued for a few months, Jey going to the house in Florida whenever he has a break to see Sami. The visits are never as long as he wants them to be, and the time in between when he’s working and traveling seems like torture.

Jey ostensibly has a separate home, an apartment he keeps for mail and tax stuff. But the house where Sami stays rapidly replaces it as “home” to him.

Sami has put on some weight in the meantime, what with being so well fed from Chef Uce-ardee and not being able to do much in the gym other than bulk up his arms, but it makes Jey happy to see Sami so clearly well cared for. His pale skin glows with health, who cares if there’s more of him?

Sami moans about his shirts not fitting, so Jey makes sure on his last few trips to bring lots of merch oversized. He tries his best not to think about why it makes him so pleased to see Sami swimming in a 2XL shirt with his face on it.

Jey has a tight schedule with Wrestlemania coming up, their feud with the Brawling Brutes now heating up to a fever pitch. Jey’s gonna make those bastards pay for what they did to Sami, and he’s gonna do it on the biggest stage of them all.

But that means a solid 6 week stretch through March and April where he can’t make a trip home to Sami, between press and fan appearances and shows.

Jey’s miserable. They text and call each other of course, but it just isn’t the same. Jimmy gives him a hard time whenever he steps out of their hotel room to call Sami, with a teasing “Say hi to your girl for me, Uce!” to which he just rolls his eyes and grumbles for him to shut up.

It’s hard to argue with that logic though, when just hearing Sami’s voice over the phone is the only bright spot of his days.

Somewhere along the way Jey’s feelings for Sami have became more than just a brotherly bond that comes from fighting together. Sami understands him in ways that no one else does, makes him smile and laugh when he’s had a shitty day.

He’s the last person he wants to talk to before going to sleep, and in the dark of shared hotel rooms, Jey’s mind wanders to think about what it might be like to really share a home with Sami, to share a bed and a life together. To always have the other man in his corner.

The only thing that gives Jey pause is the ever looming presence of Roman.

There’s a reason he only calls Sami from the safety of hotel rooms and the cover of night. Roman’s used Jey’s devotion to his brother against him before, made it crystal clear that if Jey doesn’t follow orders, Jimmy would pay the price.

What would Roman do to Sami if he knows how Jey feels? If Jey puts a toe out of line or talks back, would it be Sami’s neck this time?

In his mind’s eye he can see Roman with his hands around Sami’s throat, choking the life out of him as he struggles and reaches for Jey, frozen and powerless to do anything.

Would it be worth it? To love Sami but never be able to keep him safe from his own family?

“You don’t have to do this alone anymore, you know,” Sami voice on the phone cuts through the doom and gloom of his thoughts. “Whatever’s on your mind, we can work through it together.”

Jey laughs ruefully, how does Sami always know?

“Jus’ really miss you, Sami. Things been real intense lately, dunno, worried over nothin’.” Jey rubs his face with his hands, trying to keep himself together.

“It’s not nothing if it’s botherin’ you like this, Jey. Is it Roman? Is he giving you a hard time?”

It really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, being ordered to take out opponents during Roman’s fights, taking it like a good guard dog.

“The usual, jus’ tired of fightin’ his fights, you know? Got my own fight to deal with. Gotta kick Holland’s ass for even thinkin’ bout touchin’ you.” He tries for a light tone to brighten the mood, but he really didn’t meant to sound so possessive.

Sami is quiet for a moment, and Jey thinks maybe he’s fucked everything up.

“Wish I could be there to help, you don’t always have to fight my fights too. And I gotta teach that asshole a lesson for coming at you like that.” Sami laughs, but Jey can hear the frustration in his voice.

How can Jey tell him that it’s never a hardship to fight Sami’s fights? That he would volunteer to go to war with him before being commanded to do anything by Roman ever again?

Jey’s silent for too long, because Sami’s voice comes over the line again.

“Miss you too, Jey- Just a few more weeks, yeah?”

Jey blinks away the tears that threaten to fall, trying to push down the ache in his chest.

“You just miss my cookin’, I knew it.”

“I got plenty of your food in my freezer!! I’m gonna be up a few weight classes when I come back as it is.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with that, Uce,” Jey can imagine Sami in the house, sitting up on the couch, big t-shirt barely covering his boxers and thighs, the picture of comfort and home. “M’coming home as soon as I can,” He can hear the naked longing in his own voice.

“I’ll be waiting here,” Sami might have meant that as a joke, but Jey hears the same longing in Sami’s voice and it makes the distance hurt all the more. “You should get some sleep, it’s late.”

“Yeah, you right…”

Jey trails off, but he really doesn’t want to end the conversation.

“Go to bed, Jey!!” Sami laughs, “And tell your brothers I said Hi.”

“Those clowns ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from me,” Jey grumbles. “Night, Sami.”

“Night, Jey.” Sami’s voice is soft, and there’s the sound of his breathing before finally the line goes dead.

It would be smarter for Jey to put some distance between them, to give this up to keep Sami safe and not give Roman another bargaining chip. It’s what he would have done a year ago, two years ago.

But Sami is right, he’s not alone in this anymore. And Sami isn’t a damsel to be saved. They can fight for this together.

He’s got weeks to decide how to do this, but the next time he sees Sami, he’s going to make sure Sami knows he’s in his corner too.

---

The week before Wrestlemania arrives before he knows it, and while Jey is thankful that his time without Sami is going quickly, he’ll really only feel better once the event is over and done with.

He calls Sami almost every night, and gets text messages throughout the day of little things happening back in Florida; the birds that hang out on the feeder out the window in the kitchen, little snippets of what’s happening on whatever show Sami’s decided to watch.

This time it’s a picture of Sami in the bathroom mirror, flexing his definitely bulked up arms, the stripes of stretch marks on his full soft belly visible and tantalizing.

Jey nearly chokes on his lunch.

He’s scheduled for a one on one match against Ridge Holland on Raw, and it’s an opportunity to make a big statement and set the tone for their tag match.

It’s also a chance for him to get some well earned payback for injuring Sami. The big show will be for Sofi, but if he can get some shots in he will.

Jimmy comes out with him of course, but Solo is nowhere to be found backstage, and of course Ridge brought that mangy dog partner of his so chances of interference are high.

Jey steels himself in the corner of the ring while Ridge eggs on the crowd that’s booing him.

Technically the Brawling Brutes are supposed to be good guys to the crowd, but Sami had endeared himself to more than just the bloodline over the last year, and the WWE universe was about as forgiving for Sami’s injury as Jey was.

As the ref comes in to start the match, Ridge took a few hulking steps toward him, and spit down at Jey’s feet.

“Make sure ya tell yer little boyfriend I said hullo, been a lot easier around here without ’im. Shoulda taken ’im out sooner.” The taller man sneers.

It’s clearly meant to rile him up and get him off his game, and he tries his best not to let the rage that boils in his blood overcome him, but he sees red as he goes for a super kick that immediately gets caught in Ridge’s giant hands, tugging him off his balance and starting the match in his opponent’s favor.

It’s an uphill battle from there, with Butch taking his opportunity to mess with his fingers, which always hurts like a bitch, but he’s knocked away pretty quickly by Jimmy and no lasting damage is done.

Jey finally gets the upper hand with a splash, but he takes the time to drag the man to the corner of the ring to get one Helluva kick in before making the pin.

The crowd goes wild, and the arena is filled with his entrance music, and the cover buys him a few moments to lean close to spit next to his face.

“Keep Sami’s name out yo’ damn mouth.” He grabs the back of Ridge’s shirt, raising his face up a few inches before slamming him back into the ring. “And if you ever so much as THINK ‘bout touchin’ him again, yo’ gon’ have a lot more than a busted knee!”

Jey stomps his foot down onto Holland’s knee, relishing in the howl it emits from the other man. It definitely crosses a line to do that unscripted, but Jey can’t find it in himself to care.

He stalks out of the ring, victorious, rejoining with Jimmy before they exit together.

It doesn’t take long for him to get cleared by medical and get back to the locker room to his phone, where he finds a slew of text messages from Sami.

I’ve got Raw turned on, kick his ass, Uce! 7:19pm

I don’t know what he said to you, but it’s not worth losing the match over- you can do this! 7:40pm

WOOOO-Way to go, Jey!! Hope you don’t get chewed out for that stomp though! 7:57pm

Just headed to bed but still awake- call me when you get to the hotel? Wanna tell you good job over the phone! 8:15pm

It’s almost midnight on the east coast, but knowing Sami he’s still awake waiting for him to call.

He shoots him a quick message, letting him know it’ll be about a half hour if he doesn’t want to wait up.

No worries- I can wait up for you :) 8:56pm

Jey doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve Sami, isn’t sure that he deserves him at all given his past and the things he’s done. He’s never known this kind of unconditional support before, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep it.

“What you smilin’ at, Uce?” Jimmy shoves a hand at Jey’s shoulder playfully, knocking him from his train of thought and alerting him to both of his brothers’ presence.

“Jus’ thinkin’ bout how that dick Holland sounded when I put my boot in his knee,” It’s a white lie, but it’s better than showing all his cards. He’d like to trust in his brothers not to run off and tell Roman his every move, but some days he’s not so sure.

Solo nods, arms cross and face unreadable, and Jimmy laughs as he gathers up his bag.

“Serves that douchebag right for takin’ out our dawg! Glad you got a shot in ‘fore Saturday anyway, Uce. Make takin’ them down that much easier.”

Jey shrugs his own bag over his shoulder, “Can’t wait to put ‘em down for good, tired of seein’ their ugly mugs.”

“No Joke! Especially Butch,” Jimmy shakes his head, as if trying to dispel the image from his head. “I think that dude bites, for real.”

They all pack up into their rental to head back to the hotel, and despite the chatter that streams out of Jimmy’s mouth and the occasional grunt from Solo, all he can think about is hearing Sami’s voice as soon as possible.

Jey wakes up early for Day One of Wrestlemania, determined to face the day head on.

He gets through a few hours at the gym before making himself a protein shake for breakfast and checking his phone. He generally tries to avoid social media before a big match other than the stuff he’s required to post, but there’s a few messages from Sami, just a good morning and encouragement for the show tonight.

Even with the time difference, it’s a bit early for a text from Sami, who’s been using his recovery time to get into the sleeping habits of a teenager on summer vacation, often not waking until 10 or 11, but Jey doesn’t pay it much mind.

The rest of the morning is taken up with interviews over the phone before he’s taken off for a photo shoot and press op with Jimmy before finally heading to the stadium.

They’d done some dry runs in Sofi yesterday, but the sheer size of the place is still overwhelming. It’s still hard for Jey to believe sometimes that he went from wrestling with his family in their living room to all this.

There’s a pang in his chest that tells him that Sami should be here too, that he would have had his own Wrestlemania moments under these lights if it hadn’t been for his knee.

But at least Sami was away from Roman and his schemes and the pressure to perform.

The Tribal Chief had been particularly demanding in the last few weeks as he made appearances on Raw and Smackdown, making Jey wonder if it wasn’t better when his cousin only deigned to show up for Live Events.

This feud with Cody Rhodes was sure to be ended after this weekend and hopefully they could all move on from the damn Royal Rumble, and Jey could enjoy some breathing room from his family.

It would be another two weeks before he could go home to see Sami, but after enduring the last four, two weeks seems like nothing.

He just has to get through the match tonight, get rid of the Brawling Brutes and deal with everything else after.

---

The bell rings, signaling the end of the match.

Jey stares up at the lights above, the chorus of boos from the crowd is deafening. He rolls out of the ring to join his brother, grasping his hand like they were children again hiding from a thunderstorm.

They’d lost.

Sheamus had interfered, delivering a painful brogue kick to Jimmy’s chest and taking him out of the equation 30 minutes into the match, when Jey was exhausted and well past ready for a tag after a brutal bout with Butch. Holland made the tag when his back was turned and plowed into him like a truck.

Jey could barely tell which way was up, but he could hear the other man spitting words into his ear.

“Ya couldn’t protect ‘im then, and ya can’t now. Stay down, ya piece o’ shit.”

In his delirium, Holland’s thick accent turned to Roman’s smooth tones and his heart is frozen in fear, watching as his cousin gave the order for Solo to hit Sami with the spike. The scene twisted to his new recurring nightmare, Roman choking Sami as he cries and reaches for Jey, who is stuck, immobile, a failure again.

He felt the cover, felt his leg in the air and the count, but he was frozen and numb until he rolled out and felt the contact of Jimmy’s hand.

They failed.

He failed.

The walk backstage is long and painful, his lungs protesting with each step. There will be hell to pay for losing the tag titles, and his mind is already racing with thoughts of how this conversation with Roman will go.

Jey gets cleared pretty quickly, his ribs were a bit bruised but otherwise fine. Jimmy’s taken back to get his shoulder checked out, so Jey returned to their locker room alone.

But when he arrives, the Tribal Chief and the Wiseman are nowhere to be found.

Solo is unwrapping the tape on his hand slowly, he’d taken Sheamus out, but it was too little too late.

Solo nods at him, “Sami’s here,”

Wait, what?

He stares at his younger brother blankly, “What you say, Uce?”

“Sami’s here,” Solo nods again, and Jey twists to look behind him.

Like a mirage in the desert, Sami stands there, knee in a thick brace still but without the scooter contraption that helped him around the house. His face is drawn with worry and he stares at the hand Jey has braced against his ribs.

“Jey-“ He starts, taking a step forward, but Jey closes the distance, holding Sami’s shoulders like a lifeline and using every ounce of restraint not to wrap his arms around him.

“You’re here,” Jey hears the words tumble out of his mouth.

Sami laughs softly, “Yeah, Uce. I’m here.”

So many emotions are tearing through him, the relief and feeling of home at seeing Sami again, the exhaustion and frustrations from the match, combined with the leftover terror at Holland’s words, that Sami wasn’t safe and never could be as long as he’s by his side.

Sami gently removes his hands from his shoulders, gingerly stepping around him and pushing Jey to sit on the couch.

“Solo, can you take Jey’s papers to management for me? And tell Jimmy we’ll meet up back at the hotel?”

The enforcer gives Sami a raised eyebrow but nods, leaving the room and shutting the door behind him without another word.

They’re alone, no prying eyes. No brothers, no Roman, no Paul Heyman.

Sami turns back to him, approaching slowly and sitting down on the couch next to him, so similar to the nights back in Florida, watching trash TV until late at night.

“I’d really hoped to surprise you, think I still did, but I thought it’d be in better spirits,” Sami gently puts his hand on Jey’s where it rests in his lap. “Still glad I’m here though.”

Jey can’t think through the fog in his head, caught up in the swirl of emotions and the leftover adrenaline from the match, and his eyes fall from Sami’s worried brow to the plush of his lips.

Before he knows what he’s even doing his lips are pressed to Sami’s, hands cupping Sami’s cheeks in an effort to keep him close.

It lasts just for a few moments before Jey’s brain comes back online and he realized what he’d done.

Panicked, he pulls away, casting his head down, staring holes into the floor and wishing they would swallow him.

“Fuck, Sorry, uce- SHIT, M’sorry,” Jey feels like he’d been dosed in freezing water, the urge to vomit rising in his mouth.

Another fuckup, another way he’s failed tonight. He’s hit with the need to get away, get some air and distance from whatever he just did.

He starts to stand, but is stopped by a firm hand at his elbow.

“Jey, don’t be sorry,” There’s the touch of warm fingers at his chin, so soft and gentle as they guide his head up to meet Sami’s eyes once more.

Sami opens his mouth to speak again, but closes it instead and leans in slowly to connect their lips again, running his fingers along Jey’s jaw before tangling in his hair.

It’s slow, unhurried, and so heartbreakingly sweet. It’s everything Jey’s secretly wished for on the lonely nights on the road, dreaming of when he could return home to Sami.

When they finally part, Sami rests his forehead against his own, sighing out a long breath.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” He giggles, like a child caught with their hand in a candy jar.

“Why didn’t you?” Jey asks, absent-mindedly smoothing Sami’s hair with his fingers.

Sami gently shakes his head back and forth, and Jey relishes in the feeling, the intoxicating closeness.

“Was scared, I think. Didn’t know how you’d react really,”

That Jey could understand, honestly. He doesn’t know how to respond, other than that he really just wants to kiss Sami again, so he pulled their lips together desperately, groaning at the feeling when Sami deepens the motion.

“Seems like I was worried over nothing,” Sami laughs pressing a quick peck to the tip of Jey’s nose.

Jey buckles under the weight of his emotions, burying his face into Sami’s shoulder and wrapping him in a desperate embrace.

“Sorry-M’sorry, Sami,” Jey mumbles the words into the other man’s skin, tears falling and wetting the hoodie Sami has on.

Sami’s hands gently rub circles on his back, “You have nothing to be sorry for, it’s alright.”

“Couldn’t protect you, can’t do anythin’ right,” Jey’s chest heaves with a sob, shoulders shaking as Sami just holds him.

Jey couldn’t remember the last time anyone consoled him like this, aside from his twin, and even then Jimmy usually told him just to get his shit together.

After a few minutes, Jey could finally breathe and gently released Sami from the koala hold he’d had him in, Sami’s hands coming to wipe the remaining tears from his cheeks.

“Feeling better?” Sami asks gently, with no judgement.

Jey nods, feeling the exhaustion of the day settle into his bones.

“Jey, listen-“ Sami starts, keeping his warm hands on the side of Jey’s face so he can’t look away or hide. “You have nothing to apologize for, okay? I appreciate that you want to protect me, but remember when I told you we’re in this together? You don’t have to bear all that on your shoulders. I can protect myself and help you too.”

“But Roman-“

“I’m not blind, Jey. I saw what Roman did to Jimmy before, and I know how that eats at you. But you don’t have to be scared, okay? I’m not gonna let him use me against you or vice versa.”

Sami’s thumb strokes against his cheek, and he wants to believe so badly. “Still, we gotta be careful. Maybe we jus’ keep us between us for a while?”

There’s a frown on Sami’s face, “I gotta be honest here, Jey, I don’t wanna keep you a secret forever. I wanna treat you right.” He sighs, heavily. “But I understand this probably isn’t the best time.”

Jey blinks, trying to keep himself in check.

“Can’t have you payin’ for my mistakes tonight, Sami. I can’t-“ He feels panic rising in his throat again.

He’s cut off by the sensation of Sami’s lips at his forehead, right between his brows.

“Let’s not think about that now, huh?” Sami’s voice is low and soothing. “We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

Jey feels a rush of heat to his stomach at the implication, and it fuels him to press their lips together, grasping at Sami’s neck to pull him closer, closer. Jey opens his mouth in a sigh, inviting the other man in further and relishing in the feeling of Sami’s tongue tasting along his bottom lip before diving in further to explore his mouth.

Jey angles his head a little, rubbing their noses together and pulls back just a bit, taking Sami’s lip in between his teeth and biting it playfully.

The noise the ginger makes in response goes straight to Jey’s pants, where his dick is quickly getting invested in the situation.

Jey runs his hands down to Sami’s chest, to the zipper of the hoodie he’s wearing, taking the zip in one hand and unzipping it while pushing the material off Sami’s shoulders and down his arms.

Underneath the hoodie, Sami is wearing a ribbed white tank top, one he’s had for a while based on how tight it is over the softness that’s settled on his chest and belly.

Sami’s never been a 6 pack abs kind of guy, but something about how the weight gain has settled on his frame drives Jey absolutely wild. The swell of his round little tits, kept perky by strong pectoral muscles underneath, and how they just kiss the fullness of his belly.

Jey gets up from the couch and kneels down in front of Sami, boxing him in with his arms as he swoops in to kiss the other man again.

“Missed you so much, Sami, you don’ even know,” He mumbles in between kisses. “Thought ‘bout you all the time, every night.” Jey moves to Sami’s neck, pressing little kisses to each faint freckle he finds.

Sami arches his back and neck, letting out a long sigh. “Couldn’t wait two more weeks, I bought the ticket as soon as the docs said I could.”

“M’glad,” Jey’s lips lingered at Sami’s collarbone, nipping the soft skin as he ran his hands along the bottom hem of Sami’s shirt. “Gonna take this off,”

Sami’s hands come down to his to stop him, “Jey-“

“Wanna see you, baby,” Jey moves up to Sami’s face, brushing his lips over each of Sami’s cheeks, then just ghosting over his lips.

Sami’s hands relaxed, and Jey guided both their hands in pulling the shirt off.

Jey’s mouth watered at the sight laid out before him, Sami’s round little nipples kissing the soft squish of his stomach, with a dusting of light soft hair covering all of it.

He zeroed in one nipple, taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip, moaning around it as Sami threads his fingers into the hair on his neck. His dick is aching in his shorts, but this is about Sami now and making him feel good.

He drags his nose and licks a stripe across the mounds of Sami’s tits to pay attention to the other nipple as he smooths his hands around the sweet love handles that are a perfect size for each handful.

Sami looked so well loved and cared for and it was intoxicating knowing he’d taken of Sami this good for the last few months.

Jey’s hands travel back down to the edge of the joggers Sami wore, tugging on the elastic.

Sami’s hand stilled in Jey’s hair. “Baby, you don’t have to,”

“Wanna make you feel good,,”

Jey looks up at Sami through his thick eyelashes, rubbing his thumbs into the soft give of belly. Sami’s face is nearly red with blush and there are tears shining in his eyes as he nods, fingers tightening their grip on Jey’s hair. He tugs Jey up for another melting kiss.

Sami lifts his hips up, pushing the joggers down with one hand, taking his boxers in one motion halfway down his thighs and freeing his very hard dick.

Jey sinks back on the balls of his feet to come to eye level with Sami’s waist, touching the ginger’s hips and nudging them forward a touch, mindful of the knee injury. He dips down to press an open wide kiss to the head of Sami’s cock, eating up the loud groan that escapes his mouth.

“Gonna have to stay a lil’ quieter than that, Sami,” Jey laughed before peppering kisses down the length of his shaft, and licking back up with the full breadth of his tongue in one smooth glide.

The chances of anyone overhearing were minimal, but it was enough to send a thrill down Jey’s spine.

He takes his time, dragging his tongue around the head of Sami’s cock and learning all the places that elicit those sweet gasps and whines from the other man.

Sami’s fast breaths turn to pleas for more, and Jey obliges, taking the full length of his cock into his mouth. It’s length is just enough to stretch into his throat and the full weight of it on Jey’s tongue is intoxicating.

He swallows around Sami’s cock and takes a few slow breaths through his nose, moaning to send vibrations through the ginger’s body.

Sami’s grip on his hair is tight, just this side of painful, and it makes Jey’s dick ache. He feels precum leaking out and creating a wet spot in his underwear, and he’s hit with the thought that he might just cum from pleasuring Sami alone.

Jey sucks in and hollows his cheeks, reaching back to put his hand on Sami’s in his hair, pressing their hands and his head down further on Sami’s length, hoping that the other man gets the picture. Which he does, based on the groan he lets out and the tug on his curls that drags him back up to wrap his lips around the full pink head of Sami’s cock.

He lets Sami control his movements, setting a slow deliberate rhythm with Jey’s mouth and tongue, as Jey lets his hands wander again, dragging up over the curve of Sami’s belly and rubbing his thumbs in circles over those sweet puffy nipples.

Sami’s body hair is softer than Jey ever would have imagined, like he could curl up and take a nap right on the man’s chest and never move again.

“So fuckin’ good, Jey- feels so good,” Sami’s words spur Jey’s movements, lightly pinching on his nipples before rubbing his thumbs along the meat of his tits, watching up from below as they jiggle.

Sami’s hips are shaking, and Jey thinks maybe the other man’s knee is aching from sitting in one place for so long, but when there’s movement it’s Sami’s good leg that moves forward to the tent in his shorts, gently putting pressure against the head of his dick.

Jey’s vision whites for a moment at the sudden contact.

“Take what you need, baby, M’not gonna last long,” Sami says, and it’s all the permission Jey needs to rut his hips forward, groaning at the friction of his cock against Sami’s shin.

It’s dirty and desperate, but Jey can’t find it within himself to care.

He’s bobbing faster on Sami’s dick now, bringing his hands back down to steady Sami’s still shaking hips. It’s a heady power trip, feeling how much pleasure he’s bringing to this man that he loves so much.

That’s what this is, what his feelings have become. He loves Sami with everything he has, and there’s no going back after this.

“Jey,” Sami’s nearly whimpering, “Jey, baby- stop m’gonna-“ His fingers tug to pull Jey off of his dick, but Jey’s never been one to see something halfway through.

He takes a breath through his nose instead, pushing forward to bury his nose in Sami’s soft pubic hair, taking the full length of him into his mouth and throat.

Sami cries and its the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard, feels the twitch of his dick on his tongue and in his throat as Sami cums.

He bucks his own hips twice more and his cock spurts all over the inside of his shorts, and he’s moaning again, wringing the last drops of pleasure out of Sami before his hands push him off.

“Too much,” Sami’s breath is heavy but he’s smiling, “You’re too much babe.”

Jey licks his lips, savoring the last of the taste of Sami’s skin as he pulls the joggers back up over the man’s hips.

Sami looks down at Jey’s very much no longer tented shorts, eyes wide.

“Did you-?”

He laughs, “Like a damn high schooler, yeah.”

“Lucky for you, I got some extra pants in my bag,”

Jey stands, his knees protesting, especially doing all that after a fight. Probably not the smartest thing he’s ever done, but he can’t find it in himself to regret it.

Sami stands too, bringing him in for another kiss. He can’t believe he gets to do this now, can really have this.

Reality creeps in though as their lips part, Sami reaching back to the couch for his discarded hoodie.

“We’re gonna have to head back to the hotel soon, they’re gonna wonder where we are.”

Jey drops his head to rest on Sami’s shoulder, groaning defeatedly.

“Please tell me you got a separate room from those fools?” He asks, but he knows the answer. There’s no way he could sneak away from his brothers for a whole night. Especially not tonight.

Sami shakes his head and laughs. “Sorry, babe. Had to plan with Paul to even get in here.”

“And when do you leave?” The question hurts to ask.

“Tomorrow afternoon. I’ve got a follow up appointment I need to get to Monday morning, or you know I’d stay.”

“I know,” Their bubble of happiness is about to burst way sooner than he anticipated. “Just wish I could hold you tonight, s’all.”

He feels a warm kiss press to the top of his head, “I know- at least we can get some breakfast in the morning, huh? Some waffles? And it’s two weeks until you get a whole week off.”

The two weeks might as well be two months for all that it helps Jey right now. He pulls his head back up, stopping to give Sami one quick press of lips, that turns to two, then three. Just brushing their lips together.

“We gonna spend every single day in bed, you know that?”

Sami laughs, “I think we can make that happen.” He turns to rummage in his bag, tossing Jey a pair of shorts.

Jey grumbles, “Time to face the music I guess.”

The anxiety of losing the fight, what Roman’s reaction will be to them losing the belts, creeps back in. He can feel his shoulders tensing up already.

“Hey now, none of that.”

As Jey tugs the new shorts on, Sami is there when he gets to full height, dropping another kiss on his forehead. “I told you before, we’re in this together. No shouldering this on your own this time.”

Jey swallows, nodding his head. “Okay, Sami.”

They leave together, taking a rental back to the hotel, Jey wishing each minute were longer as he enjoys the feeling of Sami’s fingers in his own.

Two weeks. Two weeks and he can take his time with Sami. Love him the way that he deserves.

At least he’ll be away from whatever wrath Roman is about to throw at them.

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Thinking 1 more part to deal with the fallout of Wrestlemania and let Jey worship his man the way he wants to :)

Thank you to everyone reading- it means the world to me 🤍

Happy Smackdown Night!

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