Dean, Seth and Roman were in their rental car driving along yet another highway to their next hotel, for their next show. They were used to the travelling by now. This time, Seth was driving, Roman was sitting shotgun and Dean was lying in the back. All 3 men were exhausted from the show they just came from, so kept conversation to a minimum. Both Dean and Roman had their Beats on, whilst Seth had his iPod hooked up to the stereo listening to the latest Killswitch Engage album. The drive was long and tedious but they had decided to try and drive it in one go, without stopping, so they could appreciate the arrival all the more.

Arriving at the hotel, the three Shield members strolled up to the reception desk, bags in tow. The receptionist recognized them instantly and handed them the key cards and pointed them in the right direction, noticing they looked tired so didn't bother them further. Roman had a room to himself tonight, and Seth and Dean were sharing another. After a short elevator ride, Roman said his goodbyes and took a left, whereas Dean and Seth went right. They came to their door, and Seth scanned the card in the door. It beeped and clicked open. The two men walked in, each dropping their bags and collapsing on their beds. After a moment of both staring at the ceiling, Seth turned to Dean.

"Hell of a match tonight, huh?" Seth asked.

Dean slowly turned his head to him, and shrugged.

Seth bounced up from the bed, and leaned over Dean ever so slightly.

"What? Dude, we fucking killed it out there. Didn't you hear the crowd roar?"

Dean sat up, causing Seth to step back, and responded, "I guess."

Confused, Seth sat across from Dean on the other bed and just stared him in the eyes. Dean remained calm and met his stare. Seth knew this was not like Dean, tired or not. Dean lived for the reaction from the crowd. Knowing that someone somewhere was picking up on all his subtle and not so subtle gestures, and he loved it. They continued staring at each other for what seemed like forever to Seth, until Dean nodded his head upward in a questioning manner. Seth, caught off guard after being lost in Dean's eyes took a minute to respond.

Dean was lost. He didn't know why he wasn't acting like himself, but he was sure it had something to do with Seth. The pair had been working alongside each other for quite some time now, but only recently did things start to change. He wasn't sure what was changing, but it was. He would find himself catching glimpses of Seth inside and outside the ring and feeling something new and unknown. Was he really lusting over one of his partners in crime? Or was his mind playing tricks on him? He had no idea. That was until this very moment. Looking into Seth's wide eyes, he wanted him. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to grab the two toned head of hair in front of him and devour Seth's lips. Dean tried to remain calm at this moment, even though he could feel himself excite below the belt.

Seth wasn't sure what was going on inside of Dean's head but he was determined to find out. He finally responded to Dean with a smile, waiting for a change in Dean's mood.

"That smile" Dean thought. Fuck, Dean loved that smile. Had he always loved it or was it just in this moment? He couldn't decide. But he knew he wanted more. Dean smiled back at Seth and the pair started laughing. Hearing Seth's laugh done something to Dean he had never anticipated. He was so hard he was beginning to become uncomfortable. He tried to adjust without making it obvious but to no avail. Instead, he reached over and placed his hand on Seth's left cheek, using his thumb to gently stroke his bottom lip. Seth slowly stopped laughing, as he became aware of what was happening. He did not know why Dean had his hand on his cheek, or why the touch of his thumb on his lip was making him stir.

A few moments passed as they both stared into each other's eyes, Dean's hand still on Seth's face. Seth slowly slid his tongue out the side of his mouth and met Dean's thumb. Shocked at his actions, Dean blinked hard a few times, but kept his gaze on Seth.

Seth's tongue continued on Dean's thumb as Dean closed his eyes. An unexpected noise escaped his throat and Seth's smile crept back. Seth slowly made his way to the other bed. Removing Dean's hand from his face and holding it in his own, Seth gradually moving on top of Dean, claiming the older man's lips. Dean, unsure of how they even got here responds and begins to devour the lips of his younger team mate.

Dean's hands roam up and down the toned back of Seth, first just over his shirt then slowly he begins to make his way underneath. Seth lets small moans escape from the back of his throat and into Dean's. As minutes pass, both men start to become uncomfortable with the growing bulge in their pants. Their faces part just enough for them to stare at each other, neither wanting to speak first.

"Woah!" exclaimed Seth.

Dean, still unsure of what was happening continues staring into Seth's widening brown eyes.

"This is what you wanted right? This is why you have been acting weird lately? Shit, have I overstepped some line here? Dean? Dean? Please…"

Seth, stroking Dean's face in hope of a response, starts moving off the man beneath him. Dean grabs his arm and pulls him back to him, claiming his mouth once again. Their two tongues collide faster and faster, but before it goes any further, Seth steps back.

"I can't do this if you won't speak to me," Seth pleads with Dean.

"I… Ugh…" is all Dean can manage. In his mind he is reciting a novel about how he has been looking at Seth differently for a while now and can't stop thinking about him day and night, no matter what he is doing. How he has dreams every night about the high flyer, how he wakes up in the morning harder than he ever thought possible and how all he has wanted to do these past few weeks is to completely take control of the man he just shared an explosive kiss with, however none of that comes out. He just looks up at Seth through strands of his messy hair.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go," Seth quickly says as he adjusts himself and heads for the door.

Dean opens his mouth and tries to say something, but absolutely no words come out.

The door slams as Dean is left alone in the room. He looks around, feeling completely lost. What just happened? Why was he the one left alone? And where the fuck did Seth go? So many questions flew around Dean's head, and he had to have them answered.