Too Close for Comfort

Summary: Dean loves Seth, Seth loves Dean but Seth is with Roman, does this stop Dean?

Dean glanced up at the man that was standing there before him, staring down. He knew his chocolate brown eyes were upon him, but he was going to ignore them for a little bit longer. "Are you going to keep ignoring me, you fucking asshole," finally came from the man.

He couldn't do much but chuckle and shake his head, flick the ashes off of the cigarette that he had been savoring for the moment. Dean's eyes moved up and met Seth's and a smirk formed on his lips, "now if I gave you all the fucking attention in the world when you showed up to bug me, you might think I love you." His words were borderline teasing when it came to Seth; he knew it with how the younger man consistent responded to them. He returned his cigarette to his lips, slowing inhaling watching as the other man licked his lips at the sight, which registered as two things to Dean: The man wanted him or he wanted a cigarette but he was going to bite. He breathed out his words slowly and carefully as the smoke puffed around him, "Something you want?"

Seth nodded quickly as he spoke, "yea. Can I bum a smoke off of you? You're the only one that I know smokes and I'm fiending for a smoke right now."

The request made Dean smirk, and this smirk was as devious as they came and Seth knew it. He looked up at the man and watched as the other man backed away slowly from him, as he should. Dean's lips ran over his coarse chapped lips as he shook his head, holding up the cigarette to him. "Sorry man, this is the last one," he uttered out slowly and confidently despite the fact it was a total lie. He put the cigarette back between his lips as he watched Seth start to walk away, bad move on the other man's part.

Within moments, Dean was up with his hand gripping on Seth's wrist turning him around to face him. Seth backed away and pressed himself up against a wall, allowing Dean to hold him there, hand gripping at his face. He moved the cigarette away from his mouth and moved in to him, his lips inches away from him. Dean exhaled slowly, watching as the cigarette smoke filled up the small man, feeling the smaller man quiver and shake. Their eyes met for a moment, allowing Dean to see a desire in there that was for more than just the cigarette smoke they had just shared.

He moved in slowly, as Seth leaned in towards him moments away from a kiss when suddenly there was a loud, "Dean! Seth! Come on guys hurry your asses up!" Dean pulled away quickly, there was no fucking way he was going to get caught making out with another man, while Seth took the moment to scramble away. He had no idea where Seth ran off to, and he really didn't care…

"So you were off getting yourself back together again," Dean laughed into the phone; Seth was on the other line as he always was. Though his laughter would die down when he heard the familiar rumblings of the third member of their team. Those familiar rumblings only lead to another, 'Sorry Dean I've gotta get to 'sleep'' from Seth. Dean sighed softly and shook his head, "Text me in a few minutes, okay baby? Not fucking done talking to you. Naturally Seth agreed to the texting after almost getting caught practically having phone sex with Dean, while his boyfriend slumbered peacefully. Both the lines disconnected, leaving Dean to wait.

It was another phone call with Seth done, it was another call that he should not be having with Seth. Dean hated himself for every phone call he had with the man, considering what they did to him. There was so much wrong and fucked up with the situation that he was in, Roman was his best friend. He ran his hand over his face and ran his hand over his body, slipping it down into boxers stroking at him.

Seth's husky voice was as clear as day as he spoke about how badly he wanted to be tortured, this was a game that constantly played with one another. Dean would be lying alone in his room, waiting until the moment Roman passed out, for that was when his fun started. It would always come at about the same hour each morning 2 AM, a text message stating how horrible they were being. Seth's fantasies drove him wild, tonight was no different. Thoughts of having wild violent sex in a small confined space made him stroke faster and faster until he exploded in his hand, "fuck..."

Dean looked at the ceiling and breathed softly and closed his eyes, "I'm so fucked, and how he got me to this fucking point?"

He was lost, looking around the backstage area it was so busy and strange to him, and this was not CZW. This was the big leagues. He was no longer Jon Moxley, he was Dean Ambrose and he was going to be facing Seth Rollins in his first match with the company. He glanced around at everyone who was just looking at him in awe, apparently men that were all aware of what he was capable of. He smirked at the looks he was getting, his goal in the Indies was achieved his reputation had followed him….

Then it happened…

His eyes locked with the chocolate brown eyes that belonged to the golden boy he was going to be cutting a promo about, he smirked at how quickly the other man looked away. There was something that he liked about him looking away quickly from his smirk, and he knew what it was. With one exchange of glances he knew so much about Rollins, there were other factors to the first words that he ever uttered to the man but they didn't matter. With one exchange of looks he was able to confidently go to him and whisper softly, "So you like it rough?"

Of course Dean didn't get a name, he didn't get any confirmation of who he was, it was all inference that he was going off of. Though that inference and thoughts of what he did to that man was enough for him, as he did what he could to make sure that everyone was going to remember him. This was day one with Rollins; this was how he met him...

Dean groaned at the memory as he rolled over in the bed, and grabbed his phone. There he goes again, shooting off another text message to Seth. Questions about how they met, he smirked at the return message. That one question had gotten so far under Seth's skin, that it was the day that Dean had staked his claim on the man. He owned Seth- that was about it- most would consider it cynical that he would consider the people he loved possessions but he did. Though if Dean didn't consider the people he loved possessions, people would think they could sneak in and take them.

Take them like he was ready to take Seth from Roman, even though he had a distinct idea that Seth was never really Roman's to start. The only reason why Seth was even with Roman was because of the denial that Dean had been in, constantly claiming that he was straight, through all of the teasing and close contact with him. Dean licked his lips and sighed as he ran his hand over his face, he fucked himself over by just remembering the hell he had gone through by being with a tag team partner. He met his soul mate 2 years ago and his stupid pride, his stupid fear of getting hurt again stuck him an outside looking in. Dean shook his head, "fuck that shit, no more."

Dean frantically texted Seth again, "Me, You, Tomorrow. We are gonna be alone, No Roman." He waited for a response, which was the classic, "I can't. I can't trust myself." Dean hated the next things he was going to text but he had to, "Nothing will happen, I'll be good, I promise."

He waited on baited breath for the response. "Okay, I'll just let Roman know I am gonna be with you after SmackDown." The breath that Dean had been holding in, escaped him, he agreed. He fucking agreed.

A/N: So this is my first real attempt at a Seth/Dean fanfic, kind of based off a Tumblr RP group that I'm in where I RP as Dean. This is kind of loosely based off of it and it is dedicated to the Seth of our group, who has been DYING to do a Dean/Seth pairing. Unfortunately for her it's Seth/Roman, ah well there will be more Dean and Seth goodness as soon as I get more time for it. ;)