Eighteen Minutes
(Part three of Six Minutes)
Dean Ambrose sat on the roof on the arena that Monday Night RAW was taking place at. He leaned against the building with his right knee up and his arm balanced against it. A cigarette was in between his fingers as he twirled the cancer stick in them. As much as he actually wanted to light it, there was something telling him not too. He sighed.
"Six minutes…" Dean muttered to no one in particular. The dirty blonde snapped the cigarette, looked at the broken remains before throwing it over the side of the building.
"I thought you didn't care for my little saying." The voice made Dean jump, not that he would actually admit that but still. He looked over and saw Seth Rollins leaning against the entryway. The two tone's arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door. Dean looked at him. He hadn't been with Seth since the younger superstar had taken his pack of cigarettes. "Still mad at me?" Seth asked, walking away from the doorway and going by Dean.
The dirty blonde looked down at the concrete and shook his head. "No.. I overreacted." The older of the two stated. Seth sat down beside Dean and cautiously grabbed his hand. A sinking feeling that the dirty blonde would pull away from him. Dean didn't. Instead, he curled his fingers into Seth's and leaned against his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act that way."
"I shouldn't have taken them." Seth replied, kissing the top of Dean's head. "I miss you."
"I miss you too." The dirty blonde said. He reached into the pockets of his signature leather jacket and pulled out his pack Marbols and his zipo lighter. He placed them into Seth's hand. "Every time I go to smoke… I hear your voice in my head. The same thing every time. Six minutes. Than…" The older man whispered, pulling back and looking into chocolate pools. "There's this tingle on my lips. Where you kiss me." Dean leaned in close, shuddering at the feeling of Seth's breathing on his lips. "Do you want to kiss me?" The dirty blonde questioned.
"Always." The two tone replied, leaning in and connecting their lips together. The fire blazed between the two. Dean pushed against the wall and slid down to his back, not once breaking the kiss. Seth braced his hands beside the older man's head to keep himself from crashing against Dean. Seth pulled back just slightly. The two were breathing heavily against each other's faces. "I love you, Dean." Seth got up and pulled Dean up with him. The two tone carded his fingers through Dean's curls and moved them out of the older man's azure orbs.
"I love you too, Seth." Dean replied, kissing Seth again as he intertwined their hands. The two started to walk back inside but Seth halted when they got to the door. The two tone turned and placed the cigarettes and lighter back in Dean's hand but not taking his hand from the older man's.
"Its your life. I can't tell you not to do something but I can ask you not too. I care about you. And someday I want to spend my life with you." Seth stated, retracting his hand from Dean's. Dean looked down at his cigarettes before looking back to Seth.
"Why don't we." Dean replied, reaching out his arm and throwing away the pack and lighter. He turned back to Seth and wrapped his arms around Seth's neck. "Ask me.." he whispered, closing in the space between him and Seth.
"Dean Ambrose, will you marry me and let me spend the rest of my life with you?" Seth proposed.
"Yes." The dirty blonde replied, a smile coming onto his lips before he kissed the younger man softly before pulling back and the two smiling to each other. Who knew that a simple saying would turn into something like this?