Chapter Two: Confessions

Seth sits up at that statement, staring at Dean in gleeful disbelief. "So we're official?! We're a… a,uh… thing now?" he asked, nervous and hopeful. Dean chuckled as he began taking the rest of his clothes off.

"Ya know, most people say in a relationship. But sure, we're a "thing" now. An item, couple, whatever. But c'mon, you can't tell me you never felt it. Our chemistry in the ring, our time in the SHIELD together? It wasn't just ring chemistry, believe me," replies Dean. The two-toned man doesn't know how to respond, too busy gawking at Dean's abs. The Lunatic Fringe laughs at Seth's glazed over stare. "Don't act like you've never seen me without clothes on golden boy!" Seth snaps out of it.

"I-um… you were gonna take a shower, right?" was his only reply. His mind was too consumed with what he wanted to do to Dean without clothes on to come up with a snarky comeback. He fidgeted nervously when Dean started taking his pants off. He's seen Dean this way hundreds of times, even before they were in WWE together. He was never like this then, so why did he act like some shy little school girl with a crush now?

"Correction: WE are gonna take a shower. You think we can just pretend like this never happened? 'Cuz I sure as Hell don't. And I know that look!" he said before Seth could speak with an alarmed look on his face, "We don't have to do that… unless you want to…" Dean finished in a seductive tone. Seth gulped and started taking off his clothes, following Dean into the hotel bathroom.

"How are we gonna explain this to Roman?" he asked, stepping into the shower and turning it on.

"He's not one to judge, especially when it comes to us. It won't be that much of a shock. You think he doesn't notice how we act around each other? He's not stupid, Seth. The looks we give each other, how we're always trying to subtly hold hands or something, the loving sideward glances you give me when you think I'm not looking?" Seth froze. 'Wait, he saw all those? How long has he noticed?' he thought while Dean grabbed them some towels, set them by the sink, and joined him under the hot spray of water. "And stop thinking so loud. I can hear you practically screaming in your head 'How long?' Long enough."

They actually took a shower, Seth helping Dean wash coffee out of his hair. When he asked him about it, Dean told him something about a fan who wasn't watching where she was going, he didn't really elaborate. After a few moments, Dean spoke again. "I guess it started when we were in FCW. By then, I realized I wasn't completely straight. I never slept around with guys though. I'm not gay because, hey, I'm still into chicks! But, there was this one guy I just couldn't stop thinking about. We both wrestled, not for the fame, but for the joy of it and to entertain fans. We had a great feud, for the FCW Championship medal, amazing ring chemistry. Whenever we had a match, everything just clicked perfectly, like we were born to do this. Soon enough, we meet one Roman Reigns and the rest is history." He kissed Seth's temple and continued. "You have the most adorable blonde patch in your hair, beautiful, glowing brown eyes, a gorgeous body, that dorky yet amazing personality…" He sighed contently as Seth littered his neck with tender, feather light kisses. Now it was his turn.

"Well, my story takes place a little farther down the road," Seth began. "There was this guy named Dean Ambrose. Total badass, awesome in the ring, bad attitude… Had the impression he ran the place, actually." Dean chuckled at this. "What? It's true! Anyway, soon enough, Roman and us got our big break and signed with WWE, debuting as the SHIELD. Every match, every celebration, every night we spent together in hotel rooms, we got closer and closer. You, me, Roman, we were brothers. Then…" he hesitated.

"The betrayal?" Dean offered quietly. Seth nodded.

"I… I never thought the two of you would forgive me… but you somehow did. We may not be the SHIELD anymore, but we're closer now than we ever were then. And remember two months before that and the drunk kisses?" Dean hummed thoughtfully at the statement.

"I was remembering it right before I *clears throat* took care of you earlier," he admitted shamelessly. Seth blushed while casually raking his fingers through Dean's messy light brown curls.

"Did you mean it, when you said we could see where this went as a couple?" Dean turned to face him, water slowly trickling down his smiling face.

"Absolutely," he whispered huskily, closing the distance between them with a soft kiss that had Seth moaning in an instant. He slowly traced the curves of his boyfriend's (Man, he loved the sound of that. Boyfriend, lover, soulmate. All the words that would've sounded alien to Dean before sounded so perfect now) hips. He pulled them together, steered them towards the walls, and started grinding into him. The sounds they made became louder and louder. 'Thank God Roman's in the gym right now. He wouldn't wanna hear this' Dean thought as a deep groan escaped from his lips. 'Dammit.' Unbeknownst to them, Roman had returned from the gym early, opting to take it easy today and hoping for a nice warm shower. He was puzzled to find two piles of clothes leading to the bathroom and to hear water running. Then he heard the moans. Seth no doubt. The low groans had to be from Dean.

"About damn time you two," he mumbled gladly under his breath. 'But I'll have to get used to that when they actually tell me they're together. Either that, or I'mma need earplugs if I ever wanna sleep again.' He flopped down on the other clean bed, ridding himself of his sweaty tank top while trying to block out the sounds of his brothers' pleasure.