A/N: I thought the backstage segment on Raw when Seth was awkwardly flirting with Ryback was hilarious.
Someone on Tumblr asked me to write a fic with Seth awkward flirting with someone at the gym, so that's how this fic came about.
In case you're unfamiliar with what a Freudian Slip is, here's the definition: An inadvertent mistake in speech or writing that is thought to reveal a person's unconscious motives, wishes, or attitudes.
The pretty boy nickname comes from one of my friends telling me that Seth referred to John as "pretty boy" at a live event.
I hope that you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers, they all belong to WWE. If I owned John or Seth, I'd never leave my apartment.
Summary for this one-shot: "I want your body," Seth blurts out. His face immediately turns crimson after the words unceremoniously leave his mouth. That's not what he meant to say. The enticing, predatory look in John's eyes makes Seth regret his slip of the tongue.
Freudian Slip
Seth knows that it's rude to stare, but he honestly can't help it. The guy that he has nicknamed "Muscular Blue Eyed Pretty Boy" always walks around the gym locker room practically naked. He parades around in a too small white towel that barely covers his ass. Seth stares out of awe and not out of interest.
Seth is confident in his own body and he works hard to maintain his strong, lean, and toned physique. But Muscular Blue Eyed Pretty Boy's body is absolutely insane. He looks like he's fucking carved from stone; his abs are chiseled and he has bulging muscles everywhere.
Seth pretends to be preoccupied with opening his locker when he gets caught gawking. He quickly grabs his duffle bag and closes his locker. Seth jumps in surprise when he sees Muscular Blue Eyed Pretty Boy casually leaning against the locker next to his. He's so close that Seth can see the water droplets sliding down his chest and disappearing inside the towel. Not that Seth is really paying attention to that or anything.
"I'm John," He introduces.
"S-Seth," Seth nervously replies.
John inches closer. "I've noticed that you've been watching me a lot, Seth. Do you like what you see?"
"I want your body," Seth blurts out.
His face immediately turns crimson after the words unceremoniously leave his mouth. That's not what he meant to say. The enticing, predatory look in John's eyes makes Seth regret his slip of the tongue. He feels so stupid and embarrassed for giving John the wrong impression.
"You want my body, huh?" John asks in an amused tone.
Seth is so caught up in trying to figure out how to clean up his statement that he doesn't immediately notice that John backs him into his locker. John's hulking frame traps Seth effectively; Seth can't push him away even though he really wants to. A bead of sweat rolls down Seth's forehead. Seth's heartbeat sounds loud and irregular to his own ears. He's sure that John can hear it too.
"I'm not gay!" Seth shouts defensively.
Seth's voice echoes in the mostly empty locker room. He expects John to back off after his revelation, so she's caught off guard when he feels John's lips cover his. John's plump lips, his surprisingly fucking really soft lips. Seth truthfully has never given much thought to kissing a man. And he's too far gone to really process that it's happening now. John's tongue is exploring every inch of his mouth.
Seth's eyes close instinctively and he actually kisses John back. He feels one of John's massive hands grab the back of his head and grasp his damp tresses. Seth involuntarily moans at John's strong grip on his hair. John nibbles on Seth's bottom lip before he ends the kiss.
"Sure that you're not gay?" John teases.
John backs away from Seth temporarily. He nonchalantly takes off his towel and his naked body is now fully on display. Seth hates that he can't avert his eyes from John's erect cock. He licks his dry lips and he gasps when John dips his fingers inside his towel. Seth blushes as he feels his dick responding to John's simple touch. John rips the towel away from Seth's body. They're both nude and Seth feels completely exposed.
"John, what are you doing?" Seth questions although he's not really expecting an answer.
He shivers when John smooths his hands over his collarbone and chest. John plays with the light dusting of hair on Seth's chest and abs. He loves how the tufts of dark hair feel beneath his fingers. John moves his hands lower and he pauses when he makes it to Seth's thick pubic hair.
"You're so pretty, yet so hairy. It's fucking hot," John compliments.
Despite the fact that John's body is hairless, he loves guys with hairy bodies. Contrarily, Seth is fascinated by the hardness of John's muscles and the softness of his skin. After a few teasing light brushes of his fingertips up and down Seth's shaft, John slides his thumb over the slit to collect a few drops of pre-cum. He uses the clear droplets like lubricant as he slowly strokes Seth's cock.
Seth is used to feeling dainty, manicured hands touching him. However, John's large, rough, calloused ones aren't unpleasant. Seth lets out faint groans of ecstasy and the sounds are music to John's ears. John's hard cock is poking Seth's leg so he thrusts forward to create friction. The sensation of John rubbing against his sensitive inner thigh is pleasurable for Seth. He's extremely shocked at how amazing being intimate with a man feels.
Seth whines desperately when John briefly stops stroking him. John surprises Seth when he firmly wraps his hand around both of their dicks. John creates a steady rhythm of sliding their cocks together. He buries his head in the crook of Seth's neck as he thrusts his hips into Seth's.
Seth bites his lip to hold in his moans, but a few still manage to escape. The rows of lockers by them are empty, but the sounds of movement and light chatter can be heard in the locker room. Seth is so focused on the pleasure that he's receiving that he doesn't care who sees or hears him.
"John, fuck," Seth breathes directly into his ear.
Seth grabs the back of John's head for balance as he hooks his legs around John's strong back. John moves his unoccupied hand behind Seth's back for added support. John lifts his head and he's now level with Seth's red and slightly puffy lips. He devours Seth's mouth and he tightens his fist. Seth looks down and the sight of his cock moving in unison with John's is hotter than it has any right to be.
John's wrist is getting a little tired, but he's not going to stop until he makes Seth scream his name loud enough for the whole locker room to hear. John is desperate to see Seth's gorgeous face contorted in absolute bliss. He lightly scrapes his nail against the underside of Seth's dick. Seth groans in half pain and half euphoria. He's not accustom to being treated so aggressively, but Seth is really into it.
John pumps his fist at a swift, rapid pace and Seth can sense his impending orgasm. Seth gazes at John with half-lidded eyes and he digs his dull nails into John's back at the intense pleasure. John takes one of his fingers and he lightly presses it onto the sensitive area between Seth's balls and his hole. The completely new sensation sends Seth over the edge. John's name is on his lips and his body trembles as he spills onto John's hand and cock.
Seth's hair is dry, frizzy, and all over his head, he's sweating, panting, and he has a complete and utterly satisfied smile on his face. John has never seen anything more beautiful. He drives his hips into Seth's one more time and then he climaxes. Before he reaches for one of their discarded towels for cleanup, he brings one of his fingers to his mouth. He groans at the sweet, unique taste of their cum mixed together. John tries to kiss Seth, but he turns his face away. The adrenaline has started to wear off and Seth suddenly feels self-conscious and awkward.
"Um . . . I'm gonna go take another shower," Seth announces.
He puts his head down as he walks toward the bench with his duffle bag on it. He gathers his shower gel, his towel, and his washcloth. Seth turns to walk away, but John stops him by gently grabbing his arm and bringing him close. Seth can hear his heart beating loudly again. He just wants John to leave him alone.
"I'm not gay, John. I mean that sincerely," Seth declares.
"Maybe not. But you sure seem to be into me," John counters.
"I had a momentary lapse in judgment. But I'm not—"
John cuts Seth off by bringing their lips together in a fierce kiss. Seth places his hands onto John's chest and he honestly doesn't know if he wants to push him away or pull him closer. He's so confused and he hates that kissing John doesn't feel wrong. Hell, it actually feels really good to Seth right now. Seth eventually finds the strength to end the kiss.
"I don't know what's happening to me," Seth says in just above a whisper.
"Attraction isn't just black and white, Seth. There are gray areas, brown areas, and whole bunch of other shit in between. You're not completely gay, but I think there's a good chance that you're not completely straight either," John explains.
Seth needs to think and he knows that he can't do it if John is near him. He grabs what he needs for a shower and he heads toward one of the stalls. Seth is surprised when John doesn't follow him. He takes a relaxing breath once he's under the stream of warm water.
Seth is grateful that he gets to his apartment safely. He was barely paying attention to anything on his drive from the gym. All that he could think about was John. John's cologne, John's expert hands, John's moans, John's cock. No matter what, John somehow was on his mind. Seth sees his roommate Roman sitting on the couch and flipping through the channels when he walks inside.
"You busy?" Seth asks.
"Nope," Roman replies.
"I need your advice on something," Seth comments.
"Ok. What's going on?" Roman wants to know.
Seth nervously runs his hand through his hair. "You know John from the gym, right?"
"The guy you have a little man crush on? Yeah, I've seen him around," Roman answers.
"I don't have a—whatever. To make a long story short, he cornered me in the locker room and he uh . . . " Seth trails off as his face turns red.
"Did he hurt you?" Roman questions in a protective tone.
"No, nothing like that. He kissed me and then things . . . progressed from there," Seth admits.
Roman's eyes grow wide. "Are you serious?"
"Do you really think that I would make something like that up?" Seth retorts.
"Well, no. I'm just a little taken aback. Exactly how far did things go?" Roman wants to know.
"He didn't fuck me if that's what you're getting at," Seth lets him know.
"Ok, but you guys obviously did something that has you so freaked out," Roman notices.
"Men are simple creatures, right? It doesn't really take much to get a reaction out of us. So it doesn't mean anything that I got off when another dude touched me, right? It was just my body's natural reaction to getting stimulated?" Seth tries to rationalize.
"Only one way to find out," Roman states.
Seth raises an eyebrow and wonders what Roman is planning. Roman licks his lips before he leans into Seth's personal space. He lifts Seth's chin up and then he presses their lips together slowly. It takes Seth a few moments to realize what's happening. He recovers as soon as Roman tries to slip his tongue into his mouth. Seth pushes Roman away and then he wipes his mouth. He shoots Roman a puzzled glance.
"What the hell was that?" Seth wonders.
"I was helping you find the answer to your question," Roman remarks.
Seth sighs as Roman's words sink in. Seth felt butterflies in his stomach and a spark when John kissed him. But when Roman just kissed him, he felt . . . nothing. No attraction, no spark, and no butterflies; his body didn't react at all. Seth wonders if maybe he experienced a Freudian slip when he blurted out that he wanted John's body.
Seth shakes his head. "I'm 28 years old and I've never been slightly interested in another guy. Until now, apparently. This is fucked up."
"I think that you should talk to John," Roman advises.
"That should be a fun conversation," Seth sarcastically replies.
John is the only person Seth knows that works out as often as he does, so of course John is at the gym when Seth gets there. He's lifting what looks to be at least 400 pounds effortlessly. Seth on the other hand looks like he can barely lift anything. His hair is disheveled and there are bags under his eyes. He barely got any sleep because he couldn't stop thinking about what he and John did about 23 hours ago in the locker room.
Seth finishes his workout about an hour later. He walks into the locker room and he's grateful that John has on clothes for once. There's an empty spot next to where John is sitting on a bench and Seth finds the confidence to sit down next to him.
"Hey," Seth shyly greets.
"Hey," John repeats.
"I did a lot of thinking after what happened yesterday," Seth tells him.
"This doesn't sound good," John mentions.
"I would be lying if I said that I wasn't confused as hell. But I can't deny that I do feel something for you. I think that we should explore whatever this is," Seth suggests.
John grabs his hand. "I would love that. I can show you so many things, Seth. I can introduce you to pleasures that you never knew existed. If you thought my hands were good, just wait until you see what I can do with my tongue and my cock. I can reach you on a deep, emotional level too. I can make love to your mind as well as your body."
Seth tries to hide his blush unsuccessfully. John just laughs and tells Seth how cute that he is. That of course causes Seth to turn an even darker shade of red. After John is done laughing at Seth's expense, he asks him out on a proper date. Seth accepts.
"You can pick the time and the place. Anywhere you want," John lets him know.
"Anywhere I want?" Seth confirms.
"Yeah. I want you to be comfortable and I want you to have a good time," John explains.
"There's a wrestling show coming to town next Monday. I'm really into it and I have an extra ticket if you want to come," Seth offers.
"Are you asking me if I'm interested in watching oiled up half naked men in compromising positions? The answer is yes," John responds.
Seth rolls his eyes. "You make it sound so gay."
"Oil yourself up and put a little black latex suit on. Climb on top of me and try to get me to submit. Or better yet why don't I get on top of you and watch you writhe underneath me. That sounds pretty gay to me," John argues.
Seth laughs. "Point taken. The show starts at 7, so can you pick me up at 6?"
"Yes, I'll be at your place at 6," John says.
A/N: This was originally only going to be about 1,000 words but I couldn't stop writing.
This was fun to write and I just think that John and Seth are really cute together.
I think my next update to this will be a Thanksgiving fic that I wrote for a friend last year.
I didn't really like it that much (although she did), so I never posted it.
I'm going to re-read it and edit as necessary before I post it.
The pairing for that one is John/Miz and it was my first time writing them together.