So I've got half a dozen random little Shield Drabbles that don't fit anywhere else. I've decided to compile them here, and if anyone has a request (within reason of course, and I always reserve the right to turn it down) I might even decide to give it a go here. These are slash, any combination within the Shield. Canon, AU, doesn't really matter at the moment. Enjoy!
Ambrollins-High School AU
Warning: Cross-dressing
Seth popped his gum as he walked through the front doors of the school. Another week to get through, another week closer to the date that he could finally kiss this hillbilly town goodbye. The quarterback of the football team whistled as he walked past, and Seth just flipped him off. He knew damn well what the school thought of him, in his short skirts and tight jeans. He didn't give a damn, because he was comfortable in his own skin, and he knew who he was. Plus, the hicks like John Cena and Randy Orton could go fuck themselves for all he cared.
He opened his locker, and immediately cursed as the books he'd stacked precariously in there at the end of the last week all fell out at him. He bent over, not caring about the fact that half of the people in the hallway could see his underwear, and gathered them together, rolling his eyes when he heard the wolf whistles.
"So Seth, why don't we get together this weekend?" Seth glared up at Wade Barrett and shifted to replace his books in his locker.
"Piss off Barrett," he growled, grunting in surprise when Wade shoved him up against his locker.
"See, the way you dress is a clear indication that you want this," Wade growled in his ear. "So why don't you come over later and…" Seth rolled his eyes and jerked his head backwards, the top of his head smacking into his nose.
"Keep your filthy hands off me," he growled, slamming his locker shut and storming down the hallway. He shrieked as he was hauled into a broom closet by a random arm, and pushed up against the door by a solid body.
"Hey there sexy," the sultry voice of his boyfriend purred, Seth grinning and wrapping his arms around Deans neck.
"We have classes," he reminded Dean, before moaning as the rough fingers slid up his thigh to play with the hem of his panties.
"And you got me all turned on watching you beat up Barrett," Dean argued, pressing Seth's hand to his crotch, letting him feel his hard dick through his jeans. Seth groaned and squeezed gently, before shrugging.
"Well, I guess if we make it quick," he agreed, already reaching for Deans belt. Here was the other reason that he didn't give a damn what anyone else in this town thought of him.