Chapter 2

Seth was bisexual. He'd been with both women and men. He tended to keep this secret though, especially around friends like Dean who bled heterosexuality. Rollins questioned at times whether he had feelings for Dean. They'd known each other since their days back down in FCW, they had a friendship that was unbreakable yet Seth still felt his secret could completely ruin everything. Ambrose was like a teddy bear shielded by steel. Work past the metal exterior, and you discover the kinder, gentler side of him however one wrong move and the gates will fall, once again shutting you out and effectively sending you straight back to square one. It was at that stage where Rollins felt he wouldn't push or force anything, but if something did happen between the two, he definitely would not resist.

The plane jolted as the wheels gently touched down. Seth nudged Dean who quickly woke from his slumber. He stretched and groaned before pulling on his jacket. As they came to a halt, both men stood and pulled their bags out from the compartment above. "About damn time we got here." Dean yawned, still tired. Great, he's in one of those moods. Seth thought to himself, rolling his eyes.

They both stood next to the conveyor belt waiting for their suitcases to pass, Dean with a coffee in one hand, his other in his pocket. Seth was scrolling through his instagram. "Hey!" Dean grumbled as he dragged his suitcase towards him. Rollins was brought back to reality and swiftly took his suitcase. "I'll just call a taxi to my apartment, we'll put our suitcases down then go out for dinner, I guess." Seth hissed through clenched teeth, frustrated with Dean's lack of suggestions or lack of speaking altogether. He led him out of the airport and waited for a taxi to pull up. "You gonna be this quiet all week?" Seth turned to Dean.
"I'm just tired!" his partner retorted. Dean had agreed to stay with Seth all week at his apartment but for some strange reason, he now regretted this agreement and longed to be in his own house, alone.

The taxi journey dragged on and was awkwardly silent. After what felt like hours of driving, Seth paid and climbed out, hurrying to his front door. He opened it and threw his bags down in the hall; he was not in the best of moods either. Dean trailed behind, eyes glued to his phone. "I don't have a guest room or anything, so you can take my room, I'll just crash on the sofa." Seth announced, expecting Dean to argue back and insist on taking the sofa but when he turned around, he was already making his way to the bedroom. That was it; Seth wasn't going to put up with this attitude all week. He stormed into the bedroom, furiously pushing the door open. "Shit!" he cried out when he saw a half-naked Dean standing before him. The lunatic fringe was wearing only a pair of tight, grey boxer shorts. Dean cocked his head; realising Seth had made no effort to turn away. "Umm... Seth?" he called. Seth shook his head and left. He sighed as he stood in the hallway.
"Sorry, man…" he said just loud enough for Dean to hear through the relatively thin walls. "S'alright… you can come back in." Ambrose mumbled. He did as he said and entered his room again.
"Umm…" Seth awkwardly stared; Dean hadn't bothered putting anything else on…
"What?" he threw his hands in the air. "Oh c'mon Seth we've been friends for years and you're still afraid to see me in my underwear?" he chuckled. Picking up on the slight change of mood, Seth queried "What was up earlier?" Dean's smile quickly sunk into a frown. He let out a heavy sigh before explaining. "Renee got engaged today… I know we're over but, I don't like seeing her with another guy…" He laid on the bed with his hands covering his face. Seth walked over and laid down next to him. "Damn… I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault… Shit happens I guess, huh?" Dean turned his head ever so slightly, just enough to see Seth's genuinely concerned, caring face staring right back at him. "Guess so." He said, he knew Dean was crying on the inside and just too afraid to show it. That was one thing that would never change about Ambrose, his pride in his masculinity.

Dean slowly sat up. "We should start thinking about dinner…" he mumbled as he buried his face in his hands. Seth, still laying, eyed his former tag team partner. "Seth?" he snapped back to reality as the husky voice called him.
"Yeah... umm… I don't really wanna go out so I'll just cook something. Anything in particular you want?" Seth stammered.
"I'll eat anything." Dean stood up. "We can make do with whatever you've got, I'm gonna go shower first though." He yawned and stretched, flexing his muscles as he did so… Whether that was deliberate or not, Seth could only guess. "Alright, I'll get dinner started." Dean let out a loud groan as he stood up. "Oh, and the bathroom is just down the hall, last door on the left." He stated as the two left the room.
Dean responded with "Thanks bud!" as well as a gentle slap on the back.

Twenty minute later, Seth carefully placed one bowl of pasta on the counter then took his to the living room where he leapt onto the sofa and laid down. Dean closed his eyes as the warm water droplets came into contact with his soft skin and quickly raced from chest to abs and abs to legs. Looking down, he watched as bubbles of shampoo swirled around in the water before swiftly rushing to the plughole. His heart almost leapt when he noticed a few drops of blood drip to the palette. He soon realised that he had an undiscovered cut on his right shoulder, nothing to worry about. His hands gently rubbed his chest before each finger traced the line between his abs. He subconsciously began to roam his lower regions and wondered if he should satisfy himself… Or would Seth become wary and suspicious of the lengthy amount of time he was taking? Ah, who care if he realises he thought to himself being the rule-breaking rebel he had turned out to be. Although, simply pleasing yourself wasn't exactly against the rules now, was it? He wrapped his hands around his fairly long shaft and began to slowly pump. A slight moan escaped from his sealed lips. He gradually increased his speed until a relatively loud clink of fork against bowl caused him to freeze. Obviously dinner was ready. God dammit, guess I'll have to wait until later Dean sighed before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. He pulled a towel from the metal racks above the sink and wrapped it around his waist.

Seth turned and smiled as Dean entered the room. He was wearing baggy tracksuit bottoms which hung low on his hips, low enough for Seth to catch sight of the waistband of his boxers. "Your pasta is on the counter." Seth pointed to the conjoined kitchen area. Dean nodded and collected his bowl of food. "What are you watching?" Dean grimaced as he glared at the TV screen which appeared to be showing some sort of reality show. "Trust me, there's literally nothing else on." Seth rolled his eyes. The brunette sat down on the recliner and pulled the handle, although nothing happened. "Oh, that chair's broken." The nicknamed 'architect' informed Dean.
"Okay then… Well, you gonna budge up or what?" Dean smirked.
"What?"
"I said are you gonna budge up?"
"Why?"
"I wanna lie down…"
"I'm not moving!" Seth whined.
"Great… now budge." Dean pulled Seth forward slightly and laid down behind him. "Okay this feels weird…" he suddenly realised and chuckled.
"I'm not moving, Dean." Seth repeated.
"Neither am I."
"Then you'll have to put up with the weirdness."
"Alright, alright." Dean smiled.

Two empty bowls sat on the wooden floor beside the sofa, pasta sauce spewed all over the inside as if the pasta had literally been murdered. Next to them, the hand of Seth as his arm lazily draped over the side of the sofa. His hair hid most of his face although a slight smile was distinguishable. The same could be said about Dean, he was smiling too. It was 2am; both men had fallen asleep on the sofa. Although there was limited space, Seth had managed to curl himself into a foetal position. Dean had wrapped one muscular arm around his stomach tightly. Not too tightly, just tightly enough to make him feel a mixture of safe, protected, loved and maybe just a bit awkward. But Dean hadn't complained, or even noticed for that matter. Whilst this may seem quite strange to the both of them if they wake up in a similar position the next morning, Seth would leave it be for now. He would definitely not resist.

I hope you guys are all enjoying the story so far. It probably wasn't the best idea to start writing a story during exam month... Oh well! I'm sorry if you feel not much is happening in the story at the minute, I'm still trying to get right into the zone. I promise future chapters will be better:) Don't forget to leave a review, I would really appreciate to hear what you have to say!