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Seth gets that it's weird and completely unusual for him to be roaming the backstage halls of the FCW arena, still in his ring gear, searching for a guy who he's barely spoken a word to outside of the ring. He knows. But his feet wont' stop caring him either way, and he is so done trying to work out whats going on with his body just now that he just gives into the overwhelming need to see Ambrose right now.

His mind is still replaying their match in his head over and over, just fueling the fire that seems to be pumping through his veins, burning through him, carrying him onward. Seth had never felt the urge to really go over spots with Dean, he was from ROH and Dean was well known in CZW & Dragon Gate - you put two guys with that kind of indie heritage into a ring and it's going to be magic without the need for planning - but there was certain things over the last few weeks that had bugged him, and tonight was the straw that broke the camels back - he had to say something.

Seth can still practically feel exactly where Dean's tongue traced over his shoulder and neck after he'd slapped Seth, and his entire body still gets a hot flush when he thinks about Deans hands on his hip guiding his ass towards his cock. Seth's pretty sure no - one else noticed it and if they did they would chalk it up to that Ambrose guy being a bit out there, but it's not really about what other people think, it's about the fact that every time they step into a ring together it feels like there's something slowly building to an explosion and Seth is in desperate need to control it somehow - before it ruins him.

He doesn't bother knocking when he finally comes across the room that Dean likes to get ready in alone - because apparently he's to good for the locker room with the rest of the guys - but right now Seth's never been more grateful for this fact.

"Well, come in why don't you?" Dean's voice drawls out sounding something between annoyed and amused. Seth doesn't want to hear any of it.

"Never asked permission to walk into any other locker room - not gonna start now" Seth ignores the fact that this isn't a locker room, but rather a storage room that Dean makes his own make-shift locker room every week.

"And people wonder why I don't like others" Dean mutters to himself but it makes Seth seethe with annoyance and anger, who the fuck did this dude think he was?

"You fucking licked me" He accuses finally and Dean grins like he knew every single thing going through Seth's mind. Seth felt so out of control of this situation and he really hated feeling like this. Hates feeling like he's being stringed along for the ride and there's nothing he can do about it - and that's exactly how he felt every time Dean Ambrose was in front of him. Why had he thought a confrontation would be a good idea?

"And then you bent over for me" Dean says as if that was supposed to make everything okay, grin fucking splitting his face like he was having the time of his life. Seth wanted to kick him in the face again.

Seth wants to defend himself, tell him that he knows exactly what he done because he's a goddamn professional who knows how to conduct himself in the ring and on tv. Instead what comes out is, "And you slapped my ass"

Dean hummed still amused, "And you backed into it" Dean accused, blue eyes sparkling and Seth knows the other man has him back into a corner, because he did. He felt those strong hands on his ass and it felt like second nature to just accept it, to silently ask for more of it.

"I kicked you in the head" But Seth's voice isn't cocky and confident like it had been moments ago, its shaky and insecure and Seth wants to kick himself in the head now because of it, it's giving so much more away than he had bargained for.

Dean's shit eating grin only gets wider and it causes Seth to push hard against his chest, a low growl coming out as some sort of warning to Dean to not fuck with Seth when he was in this mood. Dean pushed him back though, he should know by now that he wouldn't back down. Seth's back hit the door behind him, a dull thud echoing around them before Dean pressed himself against him his arms boxing Seth in making him feel like he can't breathe in the too small space, but Seth kept eye contact with him, his reputation might not be built on the fact he never knew when to quit but it didn't mean his stubbornness couldn't match Dean's.

"You know the funny thing about all of this?" Dean's voice is still mocking him still sounds so amused like this is all just a big game to him, and Seth hates it. Wants to rip apart that damn mouth until it's unable to make anymore judgmental sounds. "I've known for weeks where this was going to end up, and yet you still look really surprised... really thought you where smarter than that" Seth growled again, because how fucking dare he? But his thoughts stop when he feels one of Dean's knees slip in between his, pressing himself unbelievably closer.

Again, all Seth wants to do is argue. Wants to defend himself, his pride and his fucking art form but Dean's making it really difficult to think about anything other than the pressure Dean's thigh is causing on his cock. He quickly glances down at the two body's pressed against one another and he's mentally scolding himself not not putting on more clothes before coming here - even just a hoody - because Dean's already mostly dressed and he looks like a desperate hooker standing here pinned under Dean in his too tight and too revealing ring gear. He realized a moment too late his hands have came up to grip and Deans hips a moment too late when he feels the rough denim under his fingertips.

He also realizes right then that because he's so caught somewhere between furious and so turned on it actually hurts (because he has finally worked out far to late what he's feeling) , he hasn't said a single word since Dean insulted his intelligence. He looks back up at Dean, only to be caught off guard again when he kisses him. Well it's more like biting at his mouth, but what he's doing to Dean isn't any less violent.

The noises that leave him, though. Those are just plain needy. And he should be embarrassed but he's just not, at least not right now. Instead he tries to lift one hand to Dean's neck but he swats it away and Seth instantly understands that he's playing by Dean's rules or not at all. Instead lets it fall back onto the small of Dean's back, sliding down to paw at his ass and pull him in closer - not that Seth thinks that's actually possible.

He feels his head being pulled back, Dean's hand tugging at his own hair and he so wants to complain about how unfair that is. He doesn't. Just whimpers as Dean Kisses and bites his way down his neck, leaving Seth hopeless to do anything but grind hopelessly against Dean making him feel like a teenager again.

Dean ducks his head quickly, his tongue disappearing down the well defined line of his stomach, another loud frustrated moan leaving his mouth. Dean claps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide but shining with mischief and Seth knows why, can hear people right outside in the corridor talking happily as they get ready to leave and Seth feels his stomach drop nervously.

"Tryin' to get us both fired, pretty boy?" Dean drawls right against his ear causing Seth to shiver under him, panting against his hand. They should definitely not be doing this at work. But against his own advice he feels Dean roughly shove his ring gear down his thighs, and his cock spring free before he does the same to himself. Seth can't force himself to move, his entire body filled with nervous energy at the idea of being caught like this and utterly turned on that he doesn't really care if they do. He just watches on as Dean's hand wraps around both their cocks and jacks them both in unison. Seth's really glad Dean's hand is over his mouth right now, because that sight alone - never mind how good it feels to finally have some real contact - makes his knees weak and his vocal chords sing. Maybe he was trying to get them fired. "Fucking knew you'd be noisey" Dean sounds pissed, but he looks so fucking pleased that it makes Seth's head spin.

Seth finally decides fuck Dean's rules, when he grabs the back of his head forcing him to kiss him, because if he was going to be kept quiet then it better be worth being muted for. Dean moans a little when Seth's tongue works its way into his mouth.

Dean's thumb swiped over his head, collecting the pre-come that's gathered there - giving away exactly how hot he is for this, and Seth's knees shake, hips pumping to meet Dean's hand. Seth's hand tightens in Dean's hair, the other sliding down to cup his now bare ass and fuck if that isn't the hottest thing he's felt in far to long.

Seth knows he's not going to last long, this thing between them building up for far too long by now for him to even have a chance, but by the noises he's swallowing down from Dean he doesn't think he's the only one. So he lets that feeling right behind his navel grow, lets it take over his movements and wipe his mind completely blank of anything that isn't both of them in this tiny room, lets himself give into the pleasure that's coming from Dean's hand and cock on him.

Dean's hand is hot and firm, stroking him like Seth gave him instructions on how to get him off while the slide of Dean's cock on the underside of his own was providing just enough pressure that he can't take anymore. He breaks their kiss, intent on telling Dean just how close he is, but he glances down at the sight of both of there shafts being worked and loses it instantly, a strangled "fuck" leaving Seths mouth, before he bits down on his bottom lip, eyes screwed shit and head thrown back as he tried to control the sounds hes making as wave after wave of his climax wrecks his body.

Slow as ever tonight, Dean realizes a second too late that Dean's followed him right over the edge, and when he finally manages to blink his eyes open Dean's grinning at him, looking just as boneless and satisfied as Seth feels.

They don't move or speak for a second, just staring at each other. Dean looks slightly smug but Seth's still just trying to work out exactly how they got here to want to dispute who should be looking so smug and then all of a sudden Dean's moving cleaning both of their come off his hand and Seths stomach, before throwing the shirt into his bag. Seth only moves to tuck himself away when Dean does and slides his jacket on, not bothering with a top. Seth doesn't think he ever should again, but maybe he's just come-drunk right now.

Another shrill laugh outsides brings Seth right back to where they are and for a second he's so convinced they've been caught.

"Never done it at work, huh?" Dean teases, lifting his bag over his shoulder.

"No" Seth finally manages to find his voice again, and he's slightly pissed at himself that it took so long.

"You'll get used to it" Dean grins and Seth's whole body flushes at the idea. "Now. I don't know about you, but I need to get home and have a shower but I'm going to go head and call that I'll see you later?" Dean says as he pulls Seth closer to him, turning so he's at the door now instead of him.

Seth hates that he doesn't even take a moment to consider before he just reply's with a simple, "Yeah"

Dean's got that shit-eating grin back, "Swing by the motel about 8, pretty boy - please don't be late" He winks, stealing another kiss, before opening the door and leaving Seth confused and frustrated with himself. More so when he realized he's already trying to work out which motel he's to be at come eight o'clock.