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.

Seth Rollins cursed when he returned from the storeroom to find his normally immaculate table that was covered in folded men's t-shirts to be a complete mess. He let out an irritated sigh as he made his way towards the nest of three white tables that were covered in his own creations. This job was usually the job of one of his staff members while he checked inventory, ordering and deleting lines of clothing that he didn't want to keep or weren't selling as he hoped they would. However his staff member that was supposed to be on today had called in sick which meant he had to suck up his pride and just do the folding himself.

He had just made it to the nest of tables when he heard the phone ring behind him. He let out a curse, painfully aware that he was alone in the shop that he both managed and part-owned. He threw the printed white t-shirt onto the table and took the few steps back to his counter where he grabbed the cordless phone. "Good morning S&R, this is Seth. How can I help you?"

A deep chuckle from a voice he instantly recognized rumbled down the line. "You sound so professional when you answer the phone. How come you don't talk like that when you're with me?"

Seth's face immediately lit up when he heard his boyfriend's voice. "Roman." He chided although he didn't really mean it. "And besides, I talk like that plenty with you." He caught himself in the mirror on the wall and cursed silently. His normally dark brown, smooth, pulled back hair was a mess. He knew he'd have to fix it up before he got off the phone. He had a clean shaven face, making him look younger than his twenty-seven years. Today he was dressed in a white printed t-shirt that was one that he had designed himself as well as his standard pair of dark grey skinny leg jeans and black converse. He wasn't really dressed to match the humid Florida climate but the air conditioning in the store fixed that.

"I know, I know." Roman responded with a chuckle. The sound of his laughter always made Seth feel better even if he was having a horrible day. "I was just ringing to see how the shop was going."

Seth sighed down the line. He and Roman had gone into this shop together, each investing a decent amount of their own money into bringing what was really Seth's dream off the ground. It made him feel like a failure when he couldn't even secure enough sales for the day. "I'm not gonna lie Ro. It's been dead today." He took in a deep breath as he looked over his sales records from today. "We've barely pulled in $5k today."

Roman let out a groan of his own. "Lucky we had a good weekend worth of sales then."

"We're gonna hit negative sales soon Roman." Seth responded in a dejected tone. "And I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do! I can't force people to buy clothes if they don't need clothes!"

"Seth." Roman's deep voice carried across the line. "Will you just calm down? We're not gonna hit negative sales but maybe we need to invest into some better advertising with promotions to get people through the doors."

Seth glanced at his watch. It was just after two in the afternoon. "Yeah, I think you're right Ro."

"I'm always right." Roman chuckled down the line. "What time are you leaving tonight?"

"Just after six. Why?" Seth responded as he flicked through a few other pieces of paperwork on his desk where the register was kept.

"One of my old friends from when I was in College has just moved into town so I suggested we go out for dinner. I was thinking maybe 7?" Roman asked.

"Yeah, yeah. That sounds good." Seth answered. His brown eyes flicked up when he heard the shop door open, the bells on the glass door clinging to signal that someone was there. "Hey, I gotta go. Customer. I'll talk to you later."

He hung up the phone, placing it back in the cradle before he moved around the other side of the desk towards the lone customer. "Good afternoon and welcome to S&R. My name is Seth. Is there anything I can help you with today?"

Seth hadn't been able to get a good look at the customer when he first walked in but when the man lifted his gaze and looked up and right at him, he felt his breath catch in his throat. The man in front of him was tall, only a few inches taller than himself with broad shoulders. He had dark blonde hair that was short with only a slight fringe that covered his forehead. He had piercing blue eyes that captivated Seth's own chocolate coloured ones. He also had a very defined face with sharp features that were only accentuated by his smirking lips.

His eyes shamelessly raked along the other man's body. His brown eyes sucking in and memorizing every single detail from his strong arms that were barely covered in a short sleeved white t-shirt which was stretched across his biceps and down his muscular chest and torso that the flimsy cotton wasn't concealing very well at all. His eyes dropped lower, taking in the sight of the man's strong legs covered in a pair of brown, black and white checkered shorts that stopped at the knee. He could see that the man also had muscular legs, his calves on display due to him wearing ankle length socks under his black sneakers.

"Afternoon." The man's voice was deep and Seth could tell that he wasn't from around here. "I've only just moved here and I'm just looking for some new clothes to better suit this climate."

Seth laughed. "Pensacola is one of those places that can take some getting used to. Where have you moved from?"

"Ohio." The man answered with a polite smile. "What can you recommend?"

"Are you just after some casual clothes or something a little more formal?" Seth smiled at the other man as he led him through the smallish space. He had to admit that the other man was quite attractive which made him even more determined to get the sale that could possibly make up for a rather lacklustre day. He might even get a little bit more if he was lucky. He turned around and met the blue eyes of the other man, a devious glint in them that only made his heart beat faster. He knew he should have felt guilty for practically swooning over a complete stranger but something in the back of his mind reassured him that it was fine.

"Probably both." The other man shrugged nonchalantly. He kept his blue eyes placed firmly on Seth, his breathing increasing as he watched Seth turn back around and head towards the racks. His eyes dropped to shamelessly leer at the other man's ass through the tight jeans that he was wearing. "My name's Dean by the way." He said casually. He watched as Seth turned back to him and look at him a little confused. "I figured since I know your name, then it's only fair that you know mine."

"Well it's very nice to meet you Dean." Seth smiled as he continued flicking through the racks. He figured he would start with the formal clothes first before moving into more casual, Florida temperature suited attire. He glanced over at Dean once more, his eyes raking across his body trying to determine what size the other man was. He was usually pretty accurate with picking clothing sizes on other people. He turned back to the rack and pulled out a navy suit and held it up to Dean. "Do you like this one?"

Dean took a hold of the suit and looked it over. It was one that he probably would have picked for himself. His fingers grabbed at the tag, not bothering with the price since that wasn't really an issue. His brows did crease when he found that Seth had pulled out his size. "How did you know what size I was?"

Seth grinned back at the other man. "I'm pretty good at picking sizes of customers. Years in the retail game." He flicked through the rack, fiddling through other suits, pulling out a few other colours and styles. He folded the expensive suits over his left forearm before turning back to the other man. "I've got a couple more for you to try on. The change room is this way if you want to follow me?"

He watched Dean nod before he led the other man to the back of the shop where the three change rooms were. Not that the store really needed it. There was never really an influx of customers at one time to actually warrant having all three change rooms but Seth had insisted just in case. He walked into the room that was on the far right, hanging up the three other suits he'd picked out for the other man. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he turned around and saw Dean barely a metre behind him in the small space. He suddenly felt very vulnerable in that change room and he wasn't really sure if he liked it.

"I'll just leave you to it." Seth tried to excuse himself and walk around Dean but the other, larger man didn't move. He held his ground and Seth's anxiety increased an incredible amount. He laughed nervously, trying to break the tension in the small space. "C'mon. You can't try them on with me in here."

"I'd much rather try you on." The way Dean had said it was so smooth and so blunt that Seth couldn't even stop the blush that rushed to his cheeks. "I bet you'd like that too."

"I'll leave you to try your stuff on." Seth said brightly, his cheeks flushed a dark red as he was finally able to slide out of the change room. He heard the door close behind him and he let out a deep sigh of relief. His heart was pounding so loud he was sure his only customer could probably hear it. He walked away from the change room and back towards the counter where the register was. He flicked through the paperwork that was there, trying to focus on something else that wouldn't get him in serious trouble in his personal life.

Dean smirked to himself as he stripped off his shorts. He didn't bother asking for a dress shirt since he had enough at home. His white t-shirt would give a good enough substitution anyway. He bent down and undid his black sneakers, kicking them off and away before he turned to the first suit. He picked the navy one first. He easily slid it on, buttoning up the pants before he pulled the jacket on. He checked himself out in the small mirror in the change room. He looked pretty damn good in this one. His smirk grew as he reached for the door handle. There was no harm in asking his shop assistant what he thought.

"How does this one look?" Dean called out into the small shop as he strolled out of the change room. He really liked this suit which was a slim fit navy suit with smooth, black lapels on each side of the jacket. He knew he looked good as he strutted over to the large, floor length mirror across the room. He admired his own reflection as he watched the shop assistant approach him from wherever he went. The very pretty shop assistant.

Seth had to suppress what he really wanted to say as his brown eyes widened and raked over every inch of his customer's body. "I don't know if you're aware but navy is definitely your colour." He remarked while he did a small loop around Dean, eyes still raking over the other man. "How does it feel?"

"It's very comfortable." Dean answered. He turned around and lifted up the back of his jacket, showing off his shapely ass. "I've got a pretty big butt. The slim fit of these pants doesn't make it look too big, does it?"

"Uh..." Seth's cheeks coloured from the question. He'd never had a customer be so upfront like this before. Not that he was complaining really. Dean was pretty damn good looking and a flirt to boot. His gaze dropped to Dean's pert, rounded ass which looked fantastic in those pants. "It looks good." He finally added quietly.

"It looks good, huh?" Dean's lips cracked into a smirk. "Well that's great to hear. I've put a lot of effort into shaping it."

"Oh my god. I didn't, I, um..." Seth's cheeks flushed even darker than before. He felt embarrassed that he was even in this position with another man when his head and heart was screaming at him to stop.

Dean pulled the jacket back down, satisfied that he'd made the shop assistant blush. "I'll definitely get this one but I'll need more than one."

Seth nodded and watched the other man walk back into the change room. The sound of the door locking echoing around the otherwise silent store. His mind raced as he waited for Dean to walk back out in what he knew would be another form fitting suit. He knew he shouldn't be acting like this, blushing and getting flirted with by another man when he was in a long term, committed relationship with Roman. But there was something about Dean that made him feel something he couldn't quite put his finger on that not even Roman could make him feel. In that moment, he wished that someone else was there to deflect the situation and obvious tension and at the same time, he was glad they were alone and he could have Dean's attention all to himself.

He shook his head of those thoughts. He was perfectly happy and content with his boyfriend of many years. He and Roman had plans to spend the rest of their lives together. They were going to get married one day and adopt a child to raise their own family. Although he couldn't deny that he found Dean incredibly attractive, the possibility of throwing away his hard earned relationship for a fling with another man made him feel sick. He could never hurt Roman like that.

He was ripped from the conflicting thoughts in his head when he heard the change room door squeak open and Dean quite literally strutted out wearing another suit. This suit was light grey was a hint of white pinstripe throughout the wool blend suit jacket and pants. His heart hurt when he looked at it; this was one of the suits that Roman had insisted they buy for the store. The only thing that threw out Dean's suit was the plain white t-shirt he had on underneath but the other man made the look work oddly.

"How do you like this one?" Seth asked. "So this one is obviously not a slim leg pant suit. It's a straight leg suit leg."

Dean looked at himself in the mirror. "I like it but it's a little bit boring, don't you think?"

"Uh, I don't see how?" Seth asked. He almost felt a little offended that this man would insult the one suit Roman had picked for the store. The one suit that had been a staple since they'd opened the store.

"I don't think it's me." Dean said suddenly, turning around and heading back into the change room.

Seth took a deep breath while he waited for Dean to come strolling back out in yet another suit. He was hoping that his customer would pick the metallic grey one he'd pulled. That was their best selling suit and he would love to see Dean strutting out in it. He turned his head when he heard the door squeak open once more and was rewarded when Dean strolled out in that suit. His lips twitched into a large smile. "That one is my favourite and our best seller."

"Really?" Dean asked with a large grin as he closed the gap between the change room and where Seth was standing, waiting for him. He twirled around in front of the mirror, admiring himself in the reflective surface. "How do you think it looks on me?"

"It looks great on you." Seth answered. He stepped in a little bit closer and looked at Dean's reflection in the mirror with him. "I think the slimmer leg in the suit is definitely the way to go for you. Not that a slightly wider leg doesn't suit you either. You could probably wear a garbage bag and it would look great."

Dean laughed at Seth's words. "So, tell me something; are all the shop assistants that work here as cute as you?"

Seth flushed and laughed. "I'm actually the one in charge of this shop. I'm the manager and part-owner with one of my, uh, friends." He cringed inwardly. He had no idea why he had just referred to Roman as a friend instead of his boyfriend. It wasn't like he was trying to score with this guy.

"But you're the cutest, right?" Dean pressed. His lips had curled into a smirk as he watched Seth's movements carefully.

"Naturally." Seth laughed loudly. "Alright, so that's all the suits I pulled for you. Is there any other ones you'd like to try on or are you ready to move onto the casual component of your wardrobe?"

"I'll buy a couple each of the navy and metallic grey one but I'm ready to move onto the casual stuff." Dean answered. "Show me what you have."

Seth led the other man across the small store towards the more casual section of his shop. He could feel Dean hot on his heels as he strolled towards the wall that was covered in t-shirts and shorts. He reached the wall and turned around to see Dean riffling through the table that had all of his folded t-shirts on it. "Or we can start there." He joked, walking back the short distance to where Dean was.

"Who designed your t-shirts? Cause they're awesome man." Dean said with a goofy grin. He grabbed a white, black and navy blue shirt in his size, each with different designs on the front of them.

"I designed all of these ones." Seth said proudly.

"Wow. Is there anything else you're talented at?" Dean asked with a slightly cheeky grin. "Well, something that can be spoken about outside of a bedroom?"

Seth's cheeks flushed dark red once more. "Well that's not really any of your business, is it?"

Dean laughed. "I think I got my answer." He winked at Seth, grinning wider when he saw the other man blush. He grabbed a couple more of the t-shirts off the table before walking over to the wall that Seth was previously at. There was a large selection of t-shirts and shorts scattered across the wall as well as a whole section dedicated purely to jeans. He was alright for jeans though. He looked over his shoulder to find that Seth was right there behind him, squeezing through the small gap between him and one of the racks in the store. "I'm okay for jeans. It's more t-shirts and shorts that I need."

"Okay well that's easy." Seth said as he got up close to the wall, pulling through the stock that was on the wall and trying to find something in Dean's size. "Is there any particular colours that you're fond of or ones that you don't like?"

Dean shrugged. "Nah. I'll pretty much wear anything. Even if it's the ugliest thing in the world. I've been told I have pretty embarrassing taste when it comes to clothes."

"Well you won't find anything ugly here." Seth pointed out. He shuffled down the wall, pulling out a couple of different styles of shorts and t-shirts in Dean's size.

"Except denim cut off shorts. I draw the line at them." Dean grimaced as he watched Seth pick a pair of them up.

Seth merely smiled and put the pair of denim shorts back on the wall where they'd come from, still shuffling and sorting down the wall. He accidentally dropped a pair and had to bend right over to grab them. He felt his cheeks flush when he did because he could feel Dean's gaze land right on his ass. It was flattering to know that someone else still found him attractive and it definitely made his confidence grow.

When he turned back around, he could see something in Dean's blue eyes that he wasn't able to see before and that unnerved him a little bit. He could clearly see the lust that his customer had for him and that made him feel a little odd. He liked it but it also terrified him. He cleared his throat. "So did you want to try these on?"

Dean shook his head as he looked through the pile of clothing that Seth had pulled out for him. The other man had a great eye for style and he was easily able to pick what Dean wanted without him even having to say a word. "I think they'll be alright. It's only suits that I really have to try on cause they are the only thing I actually give a fuck what I look like when I wear them."

Seth laughed, almost awkwardly. "Okay well I'll ring these up for you if you want to get changed. I'll come grab the other suits in a minute."

Dean nodded and shuffled away back into the change room, locking the door as he began to strip. He'd barely been able to pull off his jacket when he heard a knock at the door. He quickly pulled off his pants before he opened the door, the look on Seth's face priceless. "Sorry. I haven't had a chance to put my pants back on yet."

Seth's cheeks flushed and his brown eyes dropped, the chocolate coloured orbs looking directly at the rather large and noticeable bulge in Dean's red, cotton boxer briefs. He had to swallow hard, his mind swimming with lust just from merely looking at the other man's crotch. He literally had to shake his head to rid himself of the erotic thoughts that were rushing through his mind. He slowly lifted his head and locked his gaze with Dean's. He could feel his cheeks flushing an even darker shade of red. He couldn't believe he'd been so brazen. "I, uh..."

"It's alright. I don't mind you looking." Dean said quickly, his lips curling into a smirk as he spoke.

Seth didn't say a word. He couldn't have formed words even if he wanted to. He reached behind Dean and grabbed the suits as well as the one in the other man's hands before escaping back out to where the register was. He could feel his heart racing hard in his chest as he put the sale through and repackaged the suits that Dean had tried on. He quickly rushed over to the rack where the suits were and grabbed two more suits, one in navy and one in metallic grey before he finalized the sale.

A few minutes later Dean emerged from the change room and strolled right back around to where the cash register was. He pulled out his wallet from his back pocket, extracting his credit card from one of the slips as he waited for Seth to tell him how much it was going to cost. He glanced around the store. It was a nice set up for a small clothing boutique and a lot of the stock he was quite fond of. "How often do you get new stock in?"

"Uh, about every two weeks." Seth answered. He lifted his gaze and locked it with Dean's as he continued bagging up the last of Dean's purchases.

"I might have to drop in more often. You've got a great range of clothing here Seth." Dean smiled.

"Thank you." Seth smiled back. There was something much easier about talking to Dean than any other customer and a few of his friends that he'd never experienced before. "Okay so that comes to $1295."

"Really? That's all?" Dean was almost shocked. He'd expected the price to skyrocket. "I got a good bargain. Uh, just on my credit card."

Seth took the card from Dean's grasp and put the sale through, the machine whirring into life as it processed the sale. Seth didn't speak the entire time, his mind clouding with guilt and other not so innocent thoughts about the man who only stood across the counter from him. Once the sale was processed, he handed the plastic card back to the other man. He couldn't deny the spark that passed through him as their fingers touched for the first time. "Receipt is in one of the bags. Have a great day."

"See you round." Dean grinned, grabbing the bags and heading out of the door.

Seth watched him leave his store and idly wondered if he would ever see that man again.

TBC

A/N: so hello again! I couldn't wait until August to start posting this! I hope you guys like it, obviously if you all don't like I'll take it down. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. GatesVengeance x