Seth's point of view

In a couple of weeks high school will finally be over. Today sadally, I'm riding the bus because my car is in the mechanics, my boyfriend Randy, the captain of the school football time is in a game away, and I don't really have friends to count on, they're more like colleagues who belong to the same group as me. I remember that last time I ride the bus I still was in ninth grade, that's not something a person of my standing at school does but here am I.

I used to be happy with my life. I'm popular, athletic and attractive, I'm the captain of the school swimming team, I date one of the hottest seniors jocks and I'm on a elevated level regarded the high school hierarchy. But lately I'm not so sure if all this makes me happy. Sometimes I feel bad for whining about it, most people on school would kill to be in my position, but I want and I need more than this.

While I admire the landscape through the window and reflect on my life the yellow bus fills. Until this moment no one has made a move to sit with me. I wonder if that's because they think I'm shallow. By the time we're at the last stop there's no other options for seating. The bus is a caos: smelly, noisy, and full.

"You're in my seat" a deep, raspy and very familiar voice addresses me. Now I definitely know why this seat remained untouched.

Looking up, I see no one less than Dean Ambrose is standing with his school bag hanging off his shoulder, wearing his usual jeans and t-shirt in front of me. He's definitely filled out a bit in the past few years and his shirt clings in all the right spots. He seems a little taken aback when he realizes it's me.

"Sorry, Dean, I didn't know. There's no other seat, can we share?" I give him my most pleading smile and hope he accepts.

If this would be happening in middle school I have to admit that sitting next to him would certainly give me palpitations. I had a huge crush on him. Back then, there's no way I would have even spoken to him because I was nobody and also pretty shy. I remember that sometimes I would stare at him from behind my books for hours and dream of us together. If I was a hundred percent honest with myself I still had a thing for Dean, but it wasn't socially acceptable to admit it.

"Sure Seth" he said with a blank expression.

Dean was a very reserved person and has never got involved with sport activities in school. A couple of years ago a prick jock, Baron Corbin, was bullying him in the school hallway and he totally losted, after that day he was known as the lunatic and no one ever bully him again.

As he moves his bag to sit down, I can't help but look at the front of his jeans. They aren't tight but if you look closely is clearly that he's hanging left and there's something of great interest in there, a very good sized bulge. I shift a bit in my seat to make it seem like I'm making more room but really I want his thigh touching mine. I need to feel him just a little bit.

When I was younger and incredibly horny, Dean, had a starring role in a lot of my wet dreams. Even though I'm older and have a boyfriend now, it's still thrilling to be so close to him. God, especially since my eyes shift to his lap and the outline of his cock just looks so... delicious. I can't help but lick my lips and I'm pretty sure that the lump in his pants has gotten bigger, just like mine. Unfortunately, Dean instantly moves his bag to cover his lap and I try not to groan in frustration. I hope he didn't noticed me staring.

"So, um, why are you on the bus?" Dean asks a bit unnerved, his shaggy dirty-blonde bangs falling in front of his piercing blue eyes.

"To get to school" I said teasing and trying desperately to not reach across and fix his hair.

Dean a little sad, flips his head back, tossing his bangs out of his eyes in a practiced gesture. God I'm an idiot! "My car needs to fix the brakes and Randy's away for the game" I said quick with a smile, trying to make sure he doesn't feel stupid for initiating a conversation with me.

"Oh. Uh.. I'm surprised you didn't ask a ride to one of your friends"

"They aren't really my friends, you know, they're just people I hang around with"

His blue eyes look at me with a confused stare "You always look like you're having a good time" Wait! Dean Ambrose has been watching me?

"Don't know. Maybe. But I don't really have no one that truly cares, you know?"

"I guess. I'm hoping to go to university, at least I will be far away from here" he shrugs in a bad way.

"I'm terrified for university. What if I don't belong there?" I quickly admit to him.

"Of course you belong there, you're Seth Freakin Rollins!" He said with a grin. God, I wish everybody could see him the way I see him. Absolutely hot.

"Popularity in high school definitely doesn't translate to something good. Honestly, most of the time I feel like a jerk, I'm not even sure why I hang around those people" at this moment I realise that I have never had a conversation that deeper with anyone.

While he nods agreeing with me the bus arrives into the school parking lot. I wish this didn't have to end and now that I know that Dean's on the bus, I decide I won't need a ride home tonight. Although our talk is quite serious, the thrill of his leg pressed against mine has got me excited and wanting more.

"Do you mind if I sit with you again on the way home?" I ask Dean as the doors creak open.

"I'm not sure if it's good for your reputation to be seen with me" he said looking away.

I turn towards him with a big smile and my big bright brown eyes. "I don't care".

"Uh...sure, I guess." he answers me with a large smile that shows his dimples. God it make years that I don't see those cute dimples.

The thrill of Dean's leg against mine follows me all day. It's something I haven't experienced in awhile. Randy and I don't have a sexual relationship. I mean in a way we do... once in a while a give him a blowjob but we never had sex. I know that he's my boyfriend but he doesn't make me horny to go all the way. He's not really a giving lover. He jerk me off sometimes but never gave me a blowjob - he think is disgusting. It's like the only thing that I'm good for is to him show me around and relentless fuck my mouth.

Sometimes I even think that Randy isn't interested in my body. He never tried to warm me up with foreplays or show me a little bit of attention. Everytime that we're alone he try to fuck me and we always end up fighting because I don't want to. That's basically why I suck him and honestly it was never good for me. He's a nice guy but I never wanted anything sexual with him, he just don't make me horny. At this point I'm only with him out of habit and I get the impression that it's kind of the same way for him, I know he doesn't love me.

When I was 15 years old, I joined the school swimming team and I started to catch the attention of the jocks. In that time, I was in tenth grade, Dean and I didn't have any classes together, so I didn't see him that much and it got hard to feed my crush on him. My school, teachers and colleagues were always liberal regarded to sexuality. As the days went by I met Randy and he seemed cool. He asked me on a date. Now we're together for almost three years but never went further than blowjobs. Because of him I got my place as popular in high school.

With the past years I learned that being popular isn't that great. It takes so much work to be cool, having to pretend all the time. Before all this I was true to myself. I liked Dean before and was laughed at for it. Once, during lunch, I defended Dean when the cheerleaders, Maryse and Nikki, were talking trash about him. They laughed at me and for awhile, teased me about Dean being my secret crush. God how right they were! But now I will not be deterred and if that meant hiding in the bathroom fiercely jerking off at the memory of Dean's bulge and leg against my thigh, then so be it.

By the time last period rolled around I was desperate for relief. Leaving class, I sprinted to the last floor empty bathroom and locked myself there. God I was so hard! I slid my hand into my pants right under my underwear. I could already feel my precum running against my length when I started stroke myself.

I stifled a moan as my hand speeded. My hips arched towards my hand as I jerked off while dreaming with Dean's cock. Randy never was able to make me want him but now I was here in the bathroom imagining being touched by Dean's hands instead of mine. I felt my orgasm building while moving my hand faster and faster over my hard cock. My breath hitched and my heart pounded as I get over the edge, waves of pleasure shuddering over me. How I wish to touch and suck his cock. Taste his cum.

I was forced to use the wall for support because I came so hard that I got weak at the knees. I pulled my drenched hand carefully out of my underwear and pants, trying not to spread my cum further and I couldn't resist bringing my fingers to my nose breathing in the musky smell of my cum. Quickly my tongue darted out and I had a little taste, too. I love my smell and it definitely tasted better than Randy's.

After taking a minute to compose myself, steady my breathing and straighten out my clothes, I checked in the mirror to make sure my face wasn't too ruddy. There was only a few minutes left to the bell and I was excited to met Dean again, just not as tense.

Back in class I gathered up my books the faster I could.

"Hey Seth. What are you doing after school? Want to play basketball with the guys?" The Miz asked.

"Sorry, I've got to get home, I'm working on something important" I lied. If only he knew that I was meeting up with someone he referred to as a total loser a year ago.

Before any other questions, the bell sounded, signalling the end of the day. I made my way to the bus area. After climbing aboard, I strode up to Dean and leaned over to touch his leg, getting his attention.


Dean's point of view

Surprisingly, Seth was on the bus after school and was no mistake the effect he was having on my cock. Seth leaned over me more than once. It was hard to move my eyes from his big brown eyes.

God! When the bus started up he actually put his hand on my thigh and his touch tingled straight to my cock. I had take a deep breath to try and keep everything under control. We talked a bit about everything and it was time for me to get off, fuck I really needed to get off. I had to climb over him to get out of the seat when the bus ground at my stop. He only moved his legs a fraction, so I had no choice but to squeeze by him. I couldn't resist giving him a good view of my swollen cock aching against my pants, it was right at eye level, and Seth actually groaned.

The vision of him biting his lip while eyeing my dick was enough for me to almost run from the bus stop until I reached my bedroom where I promptly unloaded. I got my pants undone, and only had to stroke it a few times before I shot off hard. God, I wonder what his lips and ass would feel like?