Baby Boy

Dean Ambrose wiped down the countertop of the bar. It was the end of his shift. It was just after six in the evening and Drew the other bartender had come on duty. The Pacifica Bar was aptly named as it was located just off the highway next to the ocean. The salty tang of the ocean penetrated his nostrils daily but this evening it smelt extra sharp.

Dean loved his job. Bartending was fun. He met lots of different people and went home with loads of tips every night. He loved it so much that he was saving up to open a bar of his own. Which was why he had to get home. He had posted an advertisement for a new roommate and a guy by the name of Seth Rollins was interested. He hung up his black apron in the back room and said goodbye to his boss Mark Henry who was working on accounting matters in his office.

Henry was a great guy who took in a nearly starving twenty year old Dean Ambrose when he realized that he didn't want to put up with the Hollywood bullshit to even get near the casting couch. He had wandered into The Pacifica Bar, drinking illegally when a big black guy sat next to him and struck up some conversation with him. He had seemed pleasant enough but Dean didn't know how he was going to eat for the rest of the week and wanted to be left alone. But somehow Henry was charismatic enough to work him over and even playfully busted his chops for drinking underage. It was then that he revealed that he was the owner of the bar. For a moment Dean was scared and thought that Henry was going to humiliate him and kick him out. But he showed some compassion and asked Dean why he was drinking hard liquor at seven o' clock in the evening. Seeing as no one else in his life cared Dean told him. Henry thought to himself momentarily and then offered him a job in the back doing all purpose things like lifting boxes and cleaning up the place. He offered more than a fair rate and Dean accepted. With that Dean moved out of the studio apartment that he shared with three other people in West Hollywood and moved to Santa Monica where he earned enough to share a decent place with one roomate. When he turned twenty one Mark taught him how to mix drinks. Six years later he had won some local bartending competitions and the acting bug was completely gone from his system. Mark was almost like the father that he never had.

Dean jumped in to his 1984 Mustang and took off down the highway. It was a convertible and tonight the weather was gorgeous and he had the top down. He loved the feeling for the wind whipping through his hair, the salty spries of the sea stinging his face.

He pulled into his parking space infront of his apartment building fifteen minutes later. He had moved since coming to Santa Monica. His apartment was really the top floor of what looked like a large town house. He got out of his car and made his way to the stairs. He saw that his downstairs neighbour's car was already there. As customarily he glanced over to the windows he saw the lights were on as he made his way up the staircase. His neighbour was a CPA accountant by the name of Roman Reigns. He had his own personal practice. That employed no one other than himself and from the looks of the Mercedes SUV that he drove and the clothes that he wore, he was rather successful.

Dean unlocked the door of his apartment and stepped inside, flipping on the light switch. He could more than afford the rent on this place with the money and tips that he made at Pacifica but he wanted to own his own business so he decided to cut expenses where he could. The living area was large and open plan. The living room was separated from the kitchen by a breakfast bar. There were two large bedrooms and two bathrooms. His last roommate had left last week determined to make it in Hollywood because someone had told him that he looked like Channing Tatum. Ambrose didn't bother to tell him that Channing Tatum made it because he looked like Channing Tatum and no one else. Besides he had already fucked the guy a few times over the year that they had roomed together and it was nothing to write home about. So it was not as if Dean was going to miss him. Dean considered himself to bisexual although in reality he had only experimented with guys a handful of times. He was rather picky with the sort of guy that he dealt with. The one thing his last roommate had was a nice body and a great ass. As Dean changed out of his work clothes to pull on a t-shirt and gym shorts, he decided that he was going to miss that ass most of all.

Dean had just walked back into the living room when there was a knock at the door. When he opened it, he was greeted with the scent of over used expensive cologne. Its owner looked to be a guy around his age and height.

" Hi, are you Dean Ambrose?"

Dean nodded his head and stuck out his hand. " Yeah."

The guy glanced down momentarily at Dean's hand but Ambrose couldn't tell what he was thinking because his eyes were hidden behind a pair of large black aviator sunglasses. He took Dean's hand and gave it a quick firm shake before letting it go. " Seth Rollins."

" Cool. So you're here to look at the place. Come on in." Dean stepped aside and allowed Seth to enter, closing the door behind him.

Dean was around six foot four and Seth looked around the same height. He was wearing a form fitting grey t-shirt and the tightest pair of jeans that he had ever seen on a man. A third of his hair on the right side of his head starting at the temple and down to his ear was blonde, the rest was a rich dark brown. It was smoothly pulled back into a tight pony tail that grazed the neck of his shirt. A baseball cap sat askewed on his head but Dean somehow felt that it was deliberate on the owner's part. His face was framed by a light beard and mustache that surrounded a pretty little mouth. Dean could tell that Seth worked out from the way that his muscles filled out his clothes. Not everyone could wear pants like that and get away with it. His eyes travelled up the back of Seth's thighs, inwardly groaning because he could only see half of Seth's ass because the rest was covered by the t-shirt.

Dean suddenly snapped out of it when he remembered that he was suppose to be showing Seth the apartment. Rollins was looking at him but said nothing. Dean couldn't get a proper read on his emotions because of the damn sunglasses.

" Well um, this is the living room, entertainment area all in one." He gestured to his left.

Seth looked at it not saying anything.

" And this is the kitchen." Dean pointed to his right.

Seth walked past him and went into the kitchen looking around. He was holding a cell phone in one hand and passed the other over the granite counter tops. He came back out still saying nothing, but from his body language Dean guessed that he wanted to see the rest of the place.

" Okay follow me." Dean led him down the corridor into what would be Seth's bedroom which was on the opposite end of the hallway from Dean's. Seth walked in and looked around. Pushing open the closet door and then not bothering to close it back. He started tapping away on his cell phone as Dean showed him his bathroom and then the laundry room.

When they came back into the living room, Dean decided that he didn't like this guy. He seemed haughty and arrogant. The kind of snobbery that Dean just couldn't deal with.

" So what do you think?" Dean asked only as a matter of function. He was sure that Seth didn't like the place.

Seth glanced up distractedly from whomever he was texting. " Oh it's fine. I'll take it."

" You will?" Dean was stunned.

" Yes." He answered Dean sharply as if he was a bit annoyed.

When he spoke Dean couldn't help but notice that he had a small gap between his two front teeth that he found to be quite sexy. But sexy or not, Dean found him to be quite a rude motherfucker and was about to come up with an excuse to get rid of him when Seth removed his sunglasses.

Large, soft brown eyes framed by full brows looked curiously at Dean who had momentarily lost his voice. This motherfucker was fucking pretty. He was so handsome and with that golden Californian tan he could get any man or woman that he wanted. Dean knew his type. He called them ' Baby Boys'. Baby boys were the goodlooking young men like Seth who always had lots of disposable income with no job to match the money. Usually these guys had an older sugar daddy or two to up keep their lavish lifestyles.

Dean couldn't believe the next words that came out of his mouth. " Well that's great. How soon do you want to move in?"

Seth had gone back to texting on his phone again. " Saturday's good."

" Saturday?" Dean's mind was turning. He had the night shift on Saturday. " Yeah, that could work."

" So when do you want your deposit?" Seth slid his phone into his back pocket. Dean was amazed that he actually had enough room to get it in there.

" Saturday is good. I'll have the lease ready and everything."

Dean propped up against the breakfast bar. " So what do you do?"

" I'm a stripper." Seth held his head up confidently and locked his eyes onto Dean's.

" Oh." Dean's mind was instantly picturing the guy standing in front of him wearing nothing more than a g-string humping the floor with dollar bills sticking out of his underwear. He crossed his legs hoping that Seth wouldn't notice his growing erection.

" Is that a problem?" His brown eyes narrowing in on Dean's face.

" Oh no. It's cool. Just asking. I'm a bartender."

" At a strip club?"

" Uh no." Dean felt himself becoming flustered.

" So why did you bring it up?" Seth slipped back on his sunglasses.

" I don't know. Just making conversation." Dean followed Seth to the door. Was the guy going to be this anal about everything?

Seth's hand brushed against his t-shirt raising it up as he took out his car keys. Dean got a glimpse of that full, round perky ass filling out those jeans nicely. Dean swallowed hard. It was taking all of his self control not to reach out and give one of those cheeks a nice hard squeeze.

Seth opened the door without waiting on Dean. " I guess I'll see you on Saturday then."

Dean nodded. Pushing his auburn hair off his forehead as he watched Seth walk down the stairs. One of these days he would have to talk Seth into giving him a private performance, snobby attitude or not. Something told him and his dick that Seth knew how to get down nice and dirty like how Dean liked it. Seth got into a black Porsche Boxster and took off down the driveway. Dean's suspicions were confirmed. No amount tips could ever get a stripper that sort of car. Seth was definitely a baby boy with a rich older man or woman paying his way. That was probably who he was messaging on his phone. Probably for the rent money. Baby boys never spent their own money when they could use someone else's.

The way how Seth had looked at him when he had first arrived he was sure that Seth would never even consider going out with him and further more, sexing him. Images of Seth's ass and his pretty mouth flashed into Dean's mind and he grinned as he closed the door. Well there was nothing to stop him from fantasizing about him, he mused as he squeezed his hardening cock through his pants.

A/N: Do you like this little tale so far?

Seth's friend/sugar daddy to be revealed in the next chapter. Who do you think it is?