Six Minutes
Dean walked through the back entrance of the arena that WWE Thursday night Smackdown was taking place. He had once again lost to Bray Wyatt and his was slowly spiraling downward in the ranks of all the WWE superstars. It pissed him off. He was good. He knew that. He was a whole lot better than a lot of the people on the main roster.
Digging into his pockets, he felt around for the objects he was currently looking for. A smile came to his face as his pack of Marbrol Reds came into his hand and pulled them out of their confinement. Putting the box up to his lips, he pulled out one of the cigarettes and flipped open his Zipo lighter. Lighting the cigarette and inhaling the venomous mixture made him sigh in relief. The nicotine quickly settling in and working a numbing feeling throughout the Lunatic Fringe. It took away his worries from the day only momentarily. He leaned against the side of the building and braced his head against the wall as he looked up at the sky. He took another drag and inhaled before releasing out the smoke.
"Six minutes." The voice made Dean jump; not that he'll ever admit that it happened to anyone. Rolling his eyes and turning his head to the direction the voice, since he already knew who it was, and sure enough Seth Rollins stood a few feet away freshly showered and in street clothes. The younger man was standing with his hands in his pockets as he gazed at the younger man. Seth hated it when Dean smoked. This was a regular occurrence between the two former faction members.
"Six minutes. Is that suppose to mean something to me?" Dean scoffed; taking another drag from the cancer stick between his lips. Seth walked forward and plucked the cigarette from the older man; earning a shout of protest from Dean. Seth smirked and threw it on the ground and smashed it underneath the bottom of his shoe. "You fucking bitch!" The dirty blonde exclaimed, glaring up at the WWE World Heavyweight Champion.
"Well its six minutes less that I get to spend with you." The two tone said, his eyes moving over Dean's face and not missing the light shade of pink that dusted over the older man's cheeks. It brought a smile to his face. A laugh erupted from Dean and the Lunatic placed his hands on his stomach as the laughs left his body.
"You totally stole that from Criminal Minds." Dean finally managed to say between laughs. He had seen the episode of Criminal Minds where Spencer Reid had said the exact same thing.
"Shut up and kiss me." Seth muttered, grabbing ahold of the older man's arms and surging forward to capture his lips in a kiss. Dean was caught by surprise but quickly pushed it away and melted into the kiss. He looped his arms around the younger man's neck and intertwined his fingers in the two toned hair. Seth wrapped his arms around Dean's middle and brought him forward; flushing their bodies together. Their lips danced in sync and both could feel the sparks going through them.
Seth moved his hands gently and carefully sneaked his hands into the pockets of Dean's leather jacket. He pulled out Dean's cigarettes and lighter and slid them into his own pockets.
Dean pulled away and Seth leaned their foreheads together as they breathed heavily. The two tone placed one more chaste kiss on Dean's lips before turning and leaving. Dean bit his lip with a smile toying on his lips as he watched the younger man walk away. It was kinda suspicious to him why Seth walked away so abruptly. He slipped his hands into his pockets to find nothing in them and realization sank in on what Seth had done. "Fucking asshole.." Dean muttered. "Give me them back, Rollins!" Dean hollered after him. He could faintly hear the distant howl of laughter from the younger man, making his blood boil. Dean growled and started to walk after him.