A.N. I apologize for the sudden stop in my last Ambreigns fanfic, I lost interest in it quickly. But to make up for it here's a whole story for you! With chapters! And more sex! And other shit! . .Hurray.
Warnings: Uhm. Well, let's see if this makes sense. There is kinda-ish rape but it's kinda consensual but there are drugs involved- you'll see what I mean. There is also sex. Yeah. Probably a lot too because I am a sick fuck. Male on male shit too. Also there is male pregnancies because that is what I do best I guess. I mean come on it's pretty cute. Uuuh yeah also warning for Dean Ambrose's mouth. 'Cause you know. He's a potty mouth. Also drinking. I guess that's a warning. Smoking would be one too? I don't know. There's mature and sick shit let's just put it that way. And if I didn't chase you away with this long ass warning which you guys probably didn't read, then enjoy. :3
P.S: If you didn't read the warning and read something you found offensive or disturbing or something that makes you want to shoot your eyes out it's not my fault! :( I take no responsibility for any loss of eyesight.
Time seemed to slip away quickly as noon became night, and night became midnight. Jonathan Good, also known as Dean Ambrose the United States Champion, was finally almost finished up packing his belonging up into his bag when he felt a sudden flick on the back of his neck.
Whipping around, Jon saw it was one of his good friends, Joe Anoa'i, known as Roman Reigns former tag team champion. The raven haired man was grinning widely to his friend and laughed. "Hey man, you almost done? You take forever to get ready. I was wondering if you wanted to go out for some drinks with me?"
Jon's lips perked up into a smirk. "You know I can't turn that down." He hit Joe on the shoulder playfully and chuckled. The other replied with a quiet laugh, he grabbed his bags. "I'll meet you there then. Don't keep me waiting." Once he said those words, he turned around; Jon could have sworn he saw a slight wink from Joe, but he shrugged it off and finished off his packing.
"Alright. .all good." He looked around to see if he forgot anything. Not that he had much to begin with. Once he checked, he hoisted his bag over his shoulder and stepped out of the building, saying goodbye to his fellow employees whom waved him goodbye, then continued out to his car, throwing his things in the back and slipping into the front seat, jamming the key into the keyhole and starting it up.
A sudden excitement overcame him in his stomach. He was about to go have drinks with the guy he has worked with for over a year, and has liked for months now. He wasn't sure when it happened, or why. But he suddenly started having episodes of random wanting spells. Whenever he had a chance he would touch Roman in anyway he could, even on air. He didn't care who saw him claiming the person he wanted.
But why was it happening to him with a male? Of course the womanizer Jonathan Good wasn't falling for a man, was he? Sadly, that was exactly what was going on. Jon never DID say he was straight, anyway. Probably more like closet bisexual. Who the fuck cares, he would say. I can do whatever and whoever I want, so piss off.
Meanwhile, Joe was just pulling into the parking lot of the nearby bar. He shut off his car and opened the door, stepping out. After locking the door, he shut it and shoved his hands into his pocket along with his keys, a sinister grin forcing its way on his features. "He has no idea what's in stores for him. I'm going to show him a real good time, and he doesn't even know it." He chuckled a bit as he pushed open the door to the building.
It's not like Joe didn't also have feelings for Jon, but they ran past romantic. They were pure sexual desires. He notices the way Jon touches him, and he gets the hints, but just chooses to act ignorant to the advances. So that's why, tonight it was going to be his turn to show Jon just how much he wanted him too.
It took about five minutes for the blonde to finally make his way to the building. He parked his car next to Joe's and got out, making his way to the door and looking around for any signs of his friend.
He spotted him sitting at the bar, two drinks in front of him already. Jon hurriedly walked over by his side and sat down, giving him a smile as he greeted him. "Yo Joe."
The black haired male smiled back at him and tilted his head back in a greeting manner. "I got us drinks already." He said as he slid one of the small glasses filled to the brim with golden liquid across the table to his friend. "Thanks brother." He picked up the glass and slammed it down within a second.
"You know what I like, but what's with these little shots? Where's the big guns?" The blonde grinned widely and slapped his friend on his back. "Don't tell me you're a light weight!"
"Nah. . ." Joe tilted his head slightly with a smirk. "It was just a warm up, really. . ."
"That makes sense. Let's order some more then." Jon lifted his hand into the air to signal for the bartender to approach them. Once he was in their sight, Jon ordered two more beers, this time not some baby size either.
"We should order something to eat too, Joe?" He asked his friend as he sipped his beer slowly.
Joe lifted his head and looked behind Jon curiously. "Right but. . .the waiter is all the way over there. Do you mind calling him over?"
The blonde turned in his chair. "Ah, you're right." He motioned his hand up just as he did for the bartender.
As he was distracted, Joe slipped his hand into his pocket and fished out a small round white pill, he dropped it into Jon's drink and watched as it dissolved quickly within the acidic components of the alcohol.
"Dammit, he didn't see me." Jon turned his attention back to Joe and picked up his unattended drink. "Just have to try again later."
"Bummer." Joe shrugged and smiled sweetly, taking light drinks of his beer. The other male put his drink to his lips and tilted his head back, taking a generous amount of alcohol down his throat.
Setting his drink down, Jon looked at Joe, getting even more nervous. It seemed like he was giving him such a weird look, an almost seductive look. Maybe he was imagining it though.
He rested his head against his hand and stared him down. "How have you been? We haven't been able to really catch up lately since we've been so busy." He attempted to make small talk to steer the awkwardness he was feeling away.
They engaged in small conversations for about twenty minutes, Jon seemed to get lost in his company. He really did enjoy being around the other man. He felt like that had a lot in common. Their love for football, was one of them. Even though Jon never played it himself, he was always a big sports fan.
Jon lifted up his glass again to take another swing, when his head started to suddenly feel dizzy as if he was already drunk. He sat down his drink and rubbed his eyes.
"Something wrong?" Joe asked, sounding a bit concerned for his friend. "Yeah I think so." The smaller male replied and opened his eyes again, trying to blink back the blackness that was surrounded his eyesight.
"Just a bit. .dizzy or something." He tried to shake it off, but his body started to sway. His vision went in and out of focus, he went to stand up; maybe sitting for so long made him not feel well.
His footing wasn't very stable, and he ended up crashing on top of Joe, who caught him and held him up. "Jon you don't look so good, should I take you home?" A slight smirk etched on his lips, even though his voice sounded genuinely concerned.
"I. .guwess swo." Jon slurred his words together as he held onto Joe with a light grip, his knees buckled under him. The black-haired man lifted Jon up and carried him bridal style back to his car. "I'll take you in my car and then tomorrow I'll bring you to pick up yours."
Joe was speaking, and Jon knew he was, but his head was swimming so much that he couldn't really understand what he has saying. All he saw were lips moving. The blonde's head fell back against Joe's arm and he blinked a few times, eyes slowly closing for a few minutes, everything went black and his body felt numb.
Within a few minutes, Jon's eyes slowly opened again, and he was being gently laid on his bed. He felt even worse than he was before, but he didn't remember how he got home. He tried lifting up his arm but his limbs felt like they weren't even there. His body and eyes felt tired, and his consciousness kept drifting in and out.
Through his blurry eyes he peered up at Joe, who was moving a bit, but he couldn't tell what he was doing.
Joe looked down at the vulnerable and drugged Jon, and he found it absolutely adorable. The way he was shifting around a bit, his eyes occasionally rolling up into his head like he was drunk, or even high. He spread his legs out to get a nice look of his body. He was so slim and skinny. He looked like a little kitten trying to get up off his back.
With a slight chuckle, Joe unbuttoned Jon's jeans and slid them down, casting them away onto the floor. He leaned down, biting the blonde's neck and sucking at the tender skin. He felt Jon try to buck up under him. "Still some life left huh. That'll go away soon."
His hand snaked its way down to his own pants, unzipping them and moving his already painfully hard member out of his boxers. His length sprung out of his pants. In one swift movement, Joe tore off the other's boxers as well and lifted his hips up.
Seeing that Jon had blacked out yet again, he took the opportunity to force his way into his entrance. He slammed into his body roughly and quickly. The action seemed to have woken Jon back up some just enough for him to feel the intense pain. He whimpered a bit but fell back into his drowsy state, unable to move his arms or legs.
Joe grabbed the blonde's hips and dug his nails into his sides as he pounded into his body, grunting in pleasure. "I guess you're a virgin. So tight." He hummed happily as he continued to take Jon as his own.
As the minutes rolled by, Joe finally went over the edge and released his seed inside Jon. He pulled himself out and looked down at him, he had completely passed out. The raven haired male decided to clean up his mess, gracefully dressing Jon and settling him into the bed. He bent down and kissed his head. "Goodnight my little sex toy." He snickered darkly as he left his friend's home.
A.N: Okay so that was a REALLY bad sex scene with very little of it. You'll get more sex later I promise!