Chapter 1:
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the workers of the WWE personally nor am I affiliated with them in any way. This story is a work of fiction and I make no profit whatsoever from it.
Dean Ambrose admired his reflection for a moment in the large mirror that hung on the wall. He lifted his right hand up to smooth down a rogue piece of hair that had come unstuck from the copious amount of hair gel he'd used while styling his hair before the start of his shift tonight. He was tall, had short light brown hair, baby blue eyes and had a handsome face. He knew he was attractive as he smirked at his reflection. There was nothing unusual about work tonight but there was something in the air that made him question that. He could feel the nervousness deep in his stomach and he had absolutely no idea why. He was sure he'd find out soon enough.
He worked at a very upmarket bar right in the middle of downtown Chicago that was catered to only rich businessmen. 'The Gentleman's Club' was one of those establishments that was out of eyesight of the general public but was very visible to those who sought it out. More of a word of mouth club with not much outside promotion. The outside looked rather plain but the inside had a rich atmosphere. The interior was decorated with dark reds and golds which created a warm, inviting club as well as the lush black leather chairs that were situated all across the floor space in front of the bar and the small stage that usually housed a band or on occasion a DJ. All the tables, edge of the bar and stage were a deep mahogany colour that only complimented the colour scheme already.
Dean had worked there for almost two years now as a waiter and bartender. He enjoyed working there even if his uniform consisted of only a pair of exceedingly tight black leather pants and a small black bow tie that sat perfectly right in the middle of his throat. He turned his body slightly in the mirror, admiring his toned body, the front of the pants sitting just under his hip bones revealing a hard v-shape on his abdomen. One of the few positives of wearing an outfit so skimpy to work so often meant that he was able to spend a lot of his time working on his body. The ogling of a lot of the businessmen also helped to stroke his ego. He turned just a little more to the right, checking out his ass in the reflection. Now that he was proud of.
"Can you move your ugly self out of my reflection?"
Dean rolled his eyes. He turned his head and was very unsurprised to see his friend and roommate Seth Rollins strutting over towards him. Seth was the same age as Dean but the other man looked younger than him. Seth was the same height as him but that was where the similarities stopped. Seth had shoulder length dark brown hair that was more often than not tied back into a low ponytail. He had dark brown eyes, thick eyelashes and always had some sort of cheeky smile on his face. He preferred having a clean shaven face but sometimes he'd have a slight beard.
Both men were usually pretty on par with the attention that they received from the usual patrons of the bar but if you were to ask Seth, it was always him who got more looks. Dean and Seth had been friends for a very long time. They had become firm friends the first year after they had both graduated High School and got their first part time jobs working at the same coffee shop. It was during many of their first long, deep conversations that they realized that they were much more similar than they first thought. While they both didn't have the usual things that most friends had in common like music, movies and sports, they did ultimately share the same life goal. They both desired to fall in love with a rich man who would take care of them for the rest of their lives.
That was how they'd ended up working at this bar in the first place. After saving up enough money, they'd decided to make the leap and move somewhere that was going to give them an opportunity at finally achieving their life goal with both men knowing even back then that they weren't ever going to find that man in Des Moines, Iowa. They'd waited until they were legally old enough to drink and work in bars although Seth had suggested that they work as strippers which Dean instantly shot down. They had worked in a few bars before they were approached by the manager of 'The Gentleman's Club' to go and work for them.
"Have you seen who just got here Dean?" Seth asked as he preened himself in front of the mirror.
"No. I just ducked out back for a quick smoke." Dean responded. "Whose here?"
Seth turned to look at his friend with a shit eating grin on his face. "Wadie's out there." He made a kissing noise and face as he locked his gaze with Dean's, trying to get a good reaction.
"Don't call him that." Deans nose visibly wrinkled in disgust. "His name is Wade."
"Sorry." Seth fake apologized. He gave Dean a look. "That's the only name I ever hear coming from you when he comes over so I thought that's what you called him."
"Yeah I call him that. Not you. Not anyone else." Dean snapped. He pushed Seth out of his way to the mirror.
"Bit protective of your Wadie I see." Seth grinned. "It's okay. I don't want him. Maybe the hot guy he brought with him but not Wadie."
Dean rolled his eyes. "You already have two guys clamoring after you. Isn't that enough for you?"
"It's never enough." Seth winked at him. "You know I want the world and I wont stop til I get it."
"I'd have thought fucking the richest man in the city was enough but obviously not." Dean snipped at him.
"What are you two uggos doing?" Dean and Seth turned to see one of their coworkers Tyler Breeze walking over towards them, a cocky smirk on his lips. "Cody's gonna kill you if he catches you two doing nothing back here."
Tyler was a few years younger than both Dean and Seth but he certainly made it clear that he thought he knew better. He definitely wasn't shy about making that known. Tyler was a few inches shorter than both the other two with bleached blonde hair that was just long enough to be pulled into a ponytail that sat just above the nape of his neck. Tyler was something of a model, at least that's what he was trying to be. He had the right face for it and kept his body in pristine shape at all times as well as making sure that he only wore the most in fashion looks and brands. He'd been working at the club for almost six months now and was already a patron favourite.
Seth rolled his eyes dramatically. "Well you're back here with us so you'll get in trouble too."
Tyler made a face at Seth. "You are so fucking pathetic." He groaned loudly. "You're jealous of all the attention I get that you used to get."
"Oh please." Seth said dramatically. "I get plenty of attention. More than you will ever get."
"Can you two stop? Please?" Dean said loudly. "C'mon. Lets get back to work."
Dean lead the way out of the backroom and made his way out into the main area. His blue eyes scoured the floor, scanning across the room until his gaze finally landed on that of the man he was looking for. He felt his heart skip a beat as he locked his gaze with the attractive British man who was seated at one of the furthest tables away from the bar. Wade was very handsome with defined, masculine features. He had a well maintained beard that framed his strong jaw and never grew a whisker too long. He had short dark brown hair that always had just a hint of a spike at the front of his head. Wade worked developing software programs for various company's not just throughout the city and state but also across the country.
"You better go see if he wants a drink." Seth's voice whispered in his ear.
Dean shoved Seth out of the way before he made his way over to where he could see Wade sitting. He deliberately made sure his hips swayed with each step he took, gaining as much attention as he possibly could on the short stroll to where he wanted to be.
Pale green eyes lifted and locked with Dean's blues as he slowly came to a halt in front of the table. His smiled widened as he was finally in front of Wade and his incredibly attractive guest at the small table. "Hi Wade." He grinned. His eyes flicked to the handsome stranger sitting beside him. "And friend." He deliberately looked the other man up and down. "What can I get you both to drink?"
"Dean." Wade's lips curled into a smirk. "You look great tonight."
Deans cheeks coloured. "Thank you."
"This is my friend Roman." Wade gestured to the stranger next to him. "He also works in software development. But it's his first time here."
"The preview Wade gave me definitely didn't disappoint." Roman answered with a cheeky grin. Roman was Samoan and had very attractive, masculine features. He had jet black, long hair that was tied back into a ponytail. He had a small, black goatee that framed his chin. Dean was sure that he was the most handsome man he'd ever seen.
Dean had to take a deep breath as he locked his gaze with Roman's, their blue and grey orbs meeting and causing his heart beat to race inside of his chest. He'd never had this sort of reaction from all the times he'd been with Wade. The thought almost scared him but it also excited him to no end. He could see the fiery gaze from Roman's orbs and he knew that the attractive Samoan man felt the same.
Dean smiled at both men. "What drinks can I get you?"
"Two whiskeys." Wade answered before he gestured Dean closer to him. "Although I'd rather have you."
"Ill be back with your drinks shortly." Dean answered politely before he turned on his heel to leave. He felt a strong hand just barely touch his ass before he continued walking, a confident grin on his lips and a certain swagger in his hips as he made his way to the bar.
"Well you weren't lying when you said he was hot." Roman commented. "He must be good or you wouldn't be spending all your damn time here."
Wade laughed. "You have no idea just how good he is. He is the best fuck I've ever had."
"I would hope so since you bought him a damn Mercedes." Roman quipped.
"His ass and his mouth are worth ten Mercedes." Wade responded.
"Are you gonna share this one like you do with all the others?" Roman asked curiously.
"Fuck no." Wade snapped. "No one else is getting him."
"Oh, how sweet. Wade's in love with some boy toy he found at a bar." Roman grinned at him. He watched the grin fall from his friend's lips. "You better claim him before someone else gets him."
Wade's grey orbs narrowed at his friend. He knew exactly what Roman meant with those words without ever saying it. It was a threat and he instantly knew that Roman was more than happy to swoop in on Dean if he wasn't fast enough. He glanced up and saw Dean sauntering back over to their table, his blue eyes scanning the room and winking at the other patrons who were catcalling him. He felt a sudden pang of jealousy.
Dean felt the protective gaze that radiated from Wade's green orbs, the strong look causing an involuntary shudder to race through his body. He'd never seen that look from Wade the whole time that they'd been messing around and it excited him to no end. His eyes traveled to Wade's friend, a smug smirk on the Samoan mans attractive face that also awakened something in him that he wasn't anticipating. It wasn't like he was tied down to Wade anyway.
He stopped at the small table with their drinks. "Here you are." He placed a glass each in front of the two men. "Enjoy."
Wade reached forward and grabbed Deans hand, tugging him down slightly so that Dean's face was a little bit lower. "What time do you finish tonight?"
Dean's lips curled into a grin. "Late."
"How late is late?" Wade's grin matched his.
"Probably too late for you, old man." Dean quipped.
Wade laughed. "Call me when you finish."
Dean merely winked at him before he walked away. He made sure to put an extra emphasis on the wiggle he did with his ass to show Wade exactly what he wanted. And maybe even show Wade's friend what he could have. His blue eyes glanced across the bar, his gaze landing on where Tyler was chatting up the exceedingly rich Baron Corbin at a table nearby. He laughed a little. Tyler never surprised him with who he chased around at the bar. Least of all if they were one of the richest patrons they ever got in.
His gaze traveled further across the bar where he could see Seth. Seth had no shame with overstepping the line from being professional. He was currently sitting on the lap of Hunter Helmsley, one arm around the older man's shoulder while he laughed. Hunter was probably the richest man in the entire city and practically owned everything in Chicago. He was the Chairman and CEO of Helmsley Incorporated which allowed him to dip his mountain of funds elsewhere around the city.
Sitting at the table with them was Randy Orton. Randy worked with Hunter at the same company as the Managing Director. Seth had told him that Randy had come from a rich family back in St Louis but had worked incredibly hard to get to where he was today. Dean had only known all about both Randy and Hunter because Seth was shamelessly fucking both of them. Although Hunter didn't know that Seth was sleeping with Randy as well.
Dean chuckled as he walked back towards the bar, placing his tray down on the marble surface. He thought he was bad seducing Wade, spending a few nights a week down on his knees and on his back for the handsome Brit but Seth always seemed to outdo him in that regard. His lips curled into a smirk. He knew he had Wade wrapped around his finger. He barely had to do anything and the British man would buy him just about anything he wanted. Life was good for him.
He was snatched from his thoughts when he felt an almighty presence beside him. He turned his head and swallowed the lump in his throat when he saw Wade's friend Roman standing there smirking at him. Dean's lips curled into a grin. "Can I help you?"
Roman chuckled. "The only way you can help me is if you come home with me tonight instead of Wade."
"And why should I do that?" Dean shot back. "Wade gives me everything I want."
"I have a bigger dick and a bigger bank account." Roman shot back. "Think about it."
Dean watched the taller, older man walk away from him. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, his skin felt like it was on fire and Roman hadn't even done anything to him. All he'd promised him was some dick. And it wasn't even like Wade hadn't promised him that either. He shook his head and walked away from the bar, taking a step into the staff only area that was just to the side of where the restrooms were.
He glanced into the mirror, his pupils were wide and dark with lust. He would gladly have sex with both men tonight.
"Dean? Are you alright?" Seth's voice carried across the small area.
Dean nodded. "Yeah."
"Fuck off you are." Seth commented. "I saw Wade's friend talking to you. Is that why you're rattled?"
"He wants me to come home with him." Dean answered.
Seth's brow furrowed. "And? Whats the problem?"
"Wade? Maybe?" Dean gave his friend a funny look.
Seth waved his hand. "Who cares? We're only going to be this young and this fuckable to those rich, older men for a short amount of time. Make the most of it while you still can and get all the dick you want."
Dean scowled at him. "You're a ho."
Seth shrugged his shoulders. "I'm sorry I can't hear you over my designer clothes and my Range Rover." He gave his friend a look. "Go out there and get it."
Dean merely rolled his eyes as he watched Seth strut past him. Maybe Seth was right. After all, Seth got whatever he wanted whenever he wanted from two wealthy men. And why the hell couldn't he do that too? He was just as hot as Seth. He fixed up his hair before he turned to walk out of the staff only area, the only question on his mind was who he would go home with tonight.
TBC
A/N: Anddd I'm back! Let me know what you guys think of this one! If you guys hate it, of course I'll pull it down. Ho Seth in Heartless will be a saint compared to this Seth. Thanks for reading and reviewing! GatesVengeance x
