"Get the fuck out of here."

Dean hissed as Dolph didn't find him very intimidating. The blonde stood right in front of him, his eyes slowly studying his masculine frame. His gaze traveled back to Dean's face. His anger seemed to tease him a bit. Then again, it always did. Dean began to grow impatient, his eyes widening while he threw his arms out. The look on Dolph's face was almost emotionless, sadistic to be exact.

"You know, you don't always have to be in character..." Dolph started.

"I don't think you heard me the first time, so open up your fucking ears for me, okay? You ready? Get the fuck out of here!" Dean snarled.

"Wow...harsh...I kind of like it." A smirk appeared on Dolph's face, his orbs, icy yet filled with lust.

"Actually, I really like it. Stay mad, I think you're sexier that way."

Dean was speechless by his words, his lips part but no words came out. All he could do was take a few steps back, his eyes stayed on Dolph, completely plastered to him.

"Dude..." Dean breathed deeply as nothing else could be said about those shocking words that came from him.

"Feels good to finally get some of my thoughts off my chest...I've got way more to get off..."

Dolph took the same amount of steps as Dean, causing him to walk back, feeling his body hit the wall. Dean's head whipped from side to side as he realized he was stuck, turning back to see Dolph approaching him, within seconds, Dolph had him trapped with both of his arms on either side of Dean. Their eyes met in a silent stare off as Dean's heart began to race. Deep down, he had always doubted those new feelings toward Dolph. He could never understand. He didn't want to. There was something about him he seemed to excite him. That bleach blonde hair, them icy blue eyes, no. That smile.

"Then fucking spill it..." Those exact words slipped.

Dolph arced an eyebrow, that lustful smirk grew.

"Whoa... Already warming up to me huh?" He said, his voice so soft yet husky.

Dean fought the sudden weakness in his legs as his eyes would dilate. Dolph kept his eyes plastered to Dean's face, watching the blood rush to his face. That baby face. He wanted to be closer than ever to Dean, burst under him.

"You gonna talk or what? Don't make me fucking wait for you" Dean Spat.

A break of air escaped Dolph's nose, getting Dean right where he wanted him. His temper turned him on, heating him to where he could break at any time.

"I change my mind Dean...why talk about my feelings when I could just show you instead..." Dolph purred, moving his face closer to where their lips were just inches apart.

Dean huffed, turning his head away.

"You must think you're really fucking slick...don't you? Your dick is going nowhere near my ass..." He snarled, attempting to shove the blonde away but Dolph grabbed Dean's hands, yanking him to the opposite side to where Dean was now in the same spot he was.

Dolph began to guide the Lunatic's hands slowly up his clothed torso. Their eyes met again, lustful, fiery, and passionate. The palms of Dean's hands moved repeatedly over Dolph's firm pecks, his nipples very noticeable to his touch. Dean was still angry for some reason, thus Dolph ate it up, suddenly caught off guard, Dolph winced in surprise, inhaling between clenched teeth as Dean had his buds, as sensitive in his grasp as he pulled, and squeezed so forceful. Those dimples appeared as he suddenly flicked at Dolph's nipples, lifting his leg up between the blonde's legs. A soft moan escaped Dolph while Dean's knee firmly brushed against his erection, the heat radiating from his manhood caused Dean to exhale deeply. His eyes slowly closed, His mouth slightly opened as Dean was losing control of himself. His urges grew rapidly and the lustful response's coming from Dolph made it even more difficult. He wanted him, needed him, and craved him. It wasn't long before Dean broke down, already having Dolph sitting on his bed, slowly peeling his shirt off as his eyes never left Dean, thus the Lunatic wasn't having it.

"Just fucking take off your clothes, I don't need a cheap strip tease, I need to fuck you!" Dean hissed with impatience.

Dolph pulled the shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor, still fully focused on him.

"Why rush? I can't drive you crazy...? I love it when you're sexually frustrated." He purred to the male.

It was at that moment when Dean realized that Dolph could always tell he was going through a dry spell even though he's never mentioned it to him. Dean was completely silent as he began to grit his teeth. A smile appeared on the blonde's face, so lustful, leaning back onto the bed as he kicked his jeans off, now wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. Dean's eyes instantly traveled to Dolph's full sized cock hidden under the light blue fabric. He felt weaker in his knees as it was clearly throbbing, a darker shade of blue was also visible inches under the hem where his length released pre cum. He was more than ready. Dean soon removed his clothes, being completely naked, his own cock a full sized and pulsating for attention. Dean's hungry eyes glared at Dolph as he was in no mood for games.

"Take them off...now!" He demanded, and the blonde obeyed, pulling them off as his aching length sprung out in Dean's direction, tempting him as he could no longer keep himself under control, approaching him and falling to his knees.

This was something that Dolph wasn't expecting from him. His mind suddenly went blank as his whole body tensed, throwing his head back as Dean took every inch of Dolph's length, bobbing his head up and down. The cooling chills Dolph was feeling were almost as if he was being electrocuted. Dean went deeper with the blonde's swollen length, gagging slightly as he was slowly beginning to adjust to the intrusion in his throat, causing Dolph to lose it, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his fingers clenched to the silky textured sheets, about ripping them from the mattress. His legs tightened along with the intensity of the pleasure Dean was giving him.

"Fuck Dean! I'm going to fucking cum!" Dolph moaned loudly as he jerked his head back, his whole face was as red as blood, his body tensed, and his cock pulsated and hardened like stone, bursting his fresh load and filling Dean's throat, so bitter sweet.

Dean inhaled through his nose loud enough for Dolph to hear, gulping down every last bit of his release. Dean pulled away from Dolph's cock with one last suck, the smacking of his lips could be heard clearly. He looked up at the blonde, his eyes filled with lust, dazed in the intense feeling of ecstasy, studying his facial expression that obviously screamed satisfaction. It took Dolph a few minutes to regain his sanity as Dean patiently waited. Dolph's eyes then met his. That afterglow looked beautiful on him, Dean Thought, which he couldn't help but to smile, showing those gorgeous dimples. Dolph smiled as well, sitting up, reaching his hands to cup the lunatic's face as he planted a deep kiss so passionate that it lasted. Their tongues clashed in a loving but fierce fight, lips smacking against one another and moans so blissful that Dolph could not grow soft. The two part, their breaths heavy. Dean stood up slightly only to shove Dolph on his back as he crawled on top of him. Dean panted with total arousal, his nose pressed lazily against Dolph's as they tasted each other's breaths, and both completely dazed out if their minds. Their cocks rock hard and throbbing against one another as Dean thrusted his hips upward, teasing him, which drove him off the edge.

"It's my turn..." Dean breathed, lifting himself off of the blonde, not breaking his gaze on him.

"Ass in the air..." He demanded sternly, his voice so husky.

With that said, Dolph sat up, turning over as he held himself up on his hands and knees out of spite. Dean knew he was teasing him on purpose, frustrating him to the point of anger. Dean grabbed the male by the hair as he forcefully lifted Dolph off the bed, his knees still on the mattress. He slammed him back down, so quick, Dolph was unable to stop himself from using his arms to stop his face from being deeply planted into the soft mattress. His ass was now completely in the air just as Dean desired.

"Fuck with me all you want Ziggler, I always get what I want." He was harsh, but with a touch of arousal.

Dolph suddenly found it hard to breathe as Dean had his face pushed into the thick comforter on the mattress. He was literally being smothered, thus grew harder, so heated by Dean's forceful actions. A smirk appeared on the lunatic's face as he was more turned on by Dolph's struggling. With his free hand, Dean took his swollen cock and pressed it against his own stomach, letting it go, slapping Dolph's ass with it. The blonde winced with excitement and Dean repeated it. Dolph went insane, also gasping for breath. Dean lifted his head off the bed as Dolph gasped for air then exhaling a lustful moan that filled the entire room. Dolph panted loudly, mixing with the sweet tone if his voice, so high pitched, Dean laughed.

"You sound like a little bitch...makes me wanna fuck you even harder..." He purred as his mind was shut down by lust.

"Fuck me Dean...damn it just fucking fuck me!" Dolph cried out.

Dean exhaled deeply, chuckling silently.

"So you wanna beg? Tell me that you need this dick..." He teased as his grip tightened on his hair, yanking Dolph closer to where his lips met his right ear.

"Tell me how hard you want to be fucked, ziggler..." He whispered, causing Dolph to moan.

The blonde's eyes closed.

"I need your dick inside of me Dean...I want to be fucked so hard it hurts! Please put it in baby." He moaned between breaths.

Dean smiled deviously, releasing Dolph's locks, throwing him back down on his face. Before Dolph could get comfortable, Dean pulled him by his hips, slamming his cock deep inside of his ass and began to dry fuck him. Dolph squealed and clinged onto the comforter as Dean roughly penetrated him. Flesh hitting flesh filled the room. Dean kept his eyes plastered to Dolph's ass, jiggling like fresh jello and reddening to his forceful pounding, thus the blonde seemed to enjoy the pain and pleasure.

"Ahh Dean! Fuck!" Dolph moaned loudly, backing into Dean's busy cock, the sounds becoming louder, echoing throughout the bedroom.

Dean grew a bit irritated and pulled out of Dolph, causing him to protest.

"I wish I had some fucking lube..." Dean hissed to himself.

"Then fucking spit!" Dolph was getting frustrated at him for stopping.

Dean ignored Dolph's suggestion, bending over the blonde and grabbing his cock, stroking it hard. Dolph gasped, moans followed as he twitched underneath Dean until he milked him, holding his left hand out in front of his cock, catching most of his warm release.

"Spit? You've got to be fucking kidding me right?" He chuckled, lifting back up and lazily stroking his cock with Dolph's cum, coating it.

He then circled the blonde's now stretched out entrance with the tip and reentered him deeply. Dolph winced under him, his limbs quivered with mild exhaustion as Dean pounded into him again.

"Fuck Dolph!" Dean moaned with instant satisfaction, causing the blonde to mimic him with his blissful moans, switching back and forth with their cries.

Dolph found it hard to stay soft right after his release. He grew so overwhelmed by pleasure that it began to hurt. "Shit! You fucking piece of shit!" He groaned with pain and arousal, suddenly jumping as Dean smacked him on his ass, leaving a mark. Dolph moaned and panted under the dominant male as minutes passed.

"Fuck Dean! I can't!" Dolph cried, eyes rolling to the the back of head once again as he but the bottom of his mouth.

Dean's body shuttered, his climax was approaching and his breaths quickened. He moaned repeatedly, pounding into the blonde with a few more thrusts until his hips slammed forward, his body stiff, shooting his seed deep into Dolph. Dean threw his head back, biting his bottom lip as he was dazed. Dolph winced and whimpered, clearly feeling Dean's cock pulsating inside him, his release so warm and filling.

"Fuck Dolph... I love you so damn much..." He panted, causing Dolph to quickly turn his tired head to him.

He was shocked at Dean's words.

"Wha-...you love me...?" He breathed as he was completely confused.

Dean looked down at the blonde, embarrassed at what came out of his mouth. It grew awkwardly silent for a moment as Dolph looked at him like he was an idiot. Dean turned away, swearing at himself, pulling out of the blonde.

"Dude...we just fucked...you can't just say you love me just like that...besides, you're a fucking dick to me..." Dolph hid his sudden anger with a chuckle.

"Oh, so you seem to know my fucking feelings now huh?" Dean spat.

"Yeah all right..." He added with sarcasm.

Dolph shook his head and laughed.

"Fuck off..." He got up and pushed passed Dean to gather his clothes.

Dean's eyes popped open as he sat up, startled as well as confused. He threw his face in the palms of his hands, panting.

"What the fuck man...?" He whispered to himself.

His hands traveled up his damp face, running his fingers through his damp wavy mess. He turned to look at his clock, realizing that he had failed to notice his alarm was still going off for about a half an hour. He cursed and jumped out of bed and into the shower. He ran out of the bathroom and into his room to get dressed, Heading out the door to finally begin the day.

{This is my first slash fanfic, the first time i have ever actually published my writing anywhere lol! please enjoy, favorite, and review! there will be more to come! /3}