Seth's never been one for relationships, anyone could tell you that just by recalling his track record. And he's not even sure that's what he wanted or expected from Dean, but somethings got him feeling off by the way the other man all but ignored him since the day of TV taping a week ago.

Seth shifted where he was seated, not able to pull his eyes away from Dean running the ropes practicing with one of the newer kids signed to developmental, but feeling like he had to at least make some effort to not look like a stalker as he pulled his phone out.

It's not like they haven't seen each other, they've been in matches all week at house shows. And it's not like Seth's exactly bringing it up either, so he knows he doesn't really have the right to complain. But at the same time, he can't sit down or work out or wrestle without having a dull ache remind him of how good it felt to have Dean fucking him, so he thinks he at least has more right to complain than Dean does. If Dean does. Which Seth has no fucking idea about, because Dean's face is a completely unreadable mask.

At least at work it is. Seth shook his head when once again another mental image flashes at the memory of how Dean's face contorts when he comes.

"So did you find the motel all right?" Seth's head snaps away from Dean to catch the look on Cesaro's face, heart beating too fast before he remembers.

-
"Hey Cesaro!" Seth calls to one of his oldest friends in the business. "You seen Ambrose?" He asks what he hopes is casually because he's still completely boneless from Dean jerking them off moments ago.

"Just missed him, why?" Cesaro reply's waving a hand off towards the door on the far end.

"Left his shirt among my shit" Seth gave the most honest reason and hoped to death his friend didn't call him out on his bullshit.

"You mean you spread your shit out too much as usual?" Cesaro countered and Seth rolled his eyes. Wanting his ring gear not to look a crumpled mess shouldn't be such a crime but here he is. "I dropped him off at the motel on 16th last week, he's probably there again" His friend continued and Seth had to hold back a triumphant grin.

"Thanks. I'll drop it off at some point" Seth gave a shrug, still hoping he didn't look like an excited 12 year old girl. With that he clapped his friend on the shoulder and made his way out to his car, still not able to believe the turn today took.

"What? Oh. Yeah." Seth shrugged, checking his phone and silently cursing. He shouldn't have sat here watching Dean practicing so close to the show starting. He was a wreck right now. "Thanks for that by the way" He told Cesaro, picking his bag up over his shoulder, and indicating with his head that he was going to get ready, like everyone else currently milling around him.

When he reaches the locker room, Seth's thankful that it's empty as he starts to peal off his clothes. Not really wanting to have to explain to anyone why he's got fading bruises that could only be explained as fingertips dug into his hips too hard as he's being pulled back.

As he pulled his trunks up and tied the chord, he's really thankful that he can cover that particular piece of evidence, because he's not really sure he could explain this away so easily as he did the others. He turns to sit and put on his boots and kickpads but catches his reflection in the mirror and he can't stop himself pulling the material back down and letting his own fingers dig into the spaces Dean marked out on his hips.

-

Seth's pulls one hand out of his jean pockets, knocking tentatively on the door as he nervously looks over his shoulder. There's no need. How many times has he called over at a friends place or room after a show? Even if he was seen, no-one would question why two workmates where hanging out, and even if they did he still had Dean's tshirt as an excuse - although - now that he thought about it, since it was still covered in both of their come he didn't think that was going to help his 'I'm not here to fuck my colleague' case.

Dean opens the door just before Seth's ready to lose his mind and knock again. He takes in Seth for a second before scoffing.

"You'd think getting your rocks off earlier would have chilled you out a bit" He says stepping back to let Seth in, which the younger gladly accepted with a last nervous glance thrown over his shoulder before the door was closed and Seth finally felt like he could breathe. "But apparently you're always a nervous wreck"

Seth almost tells Dean that he's usually the most calm and together person on the planet and it's only since Dean showed up that he's been like this, but he bites down on his tongue. Settling for just remembering to breathe properly because his lungs feel like they've been deprived of oxygen for hours and they're ready to burst.

"I'm fine" He finally says, eyes roaming over every inch of the other man like he'd been starved of the privilege for too long.

"You sure?" Dean asks, one hand sliding over his hip to draw him in closer, the other up his chest and around the back of his neck, resting his forehead against Seth's. He nodded, mouth slightly parted, eyes locked on Dean's mouth. "You won't be" Dean grins before smashing their mouths together.

Seth loses himself then, letting the other push him towards the bed, letting him bite, claw and mark every piece of him he wanted to. Didn't care that he had to wrestle half naked tomorrow and everyone was going to see it. If anything he got a kick out of it, but that was just Seth in a nutshell. As the older man tore his way through Seth's clothing and skin alike he got the impression Dean was trying to scare him off, trying to show him that he was as every bit messed up and twisted as he acted on screen. Seth should have probably warned him that that's exactly what drew him in. That no matter what Dean threw at Seth he could take it. All of it.

Seth's gave the chance to eat his words when he feels Dean's wet fingers at his entrance. He hasn't been with a guy in so long now, and he knows Dean isn't the 'take-your-time-and-go-easy' type. And he's proven to be right when he has to bite down on Dean's shoulder to muffle a pained-hiss. It doesn't stop him spreading his legs wider, though. Doesn't stop him pushing back on the intrusion like all he wants in life is for this to be over so he can have Dean's cock in him already.

"Not a fucking chance, pretty boy" Dean chuckled in his ear, a sharp pull on his hair making his head fall back, "Wanna hear every noise coming from your pretty mouth" Dean's voice should be illegal, Seth decided after he lets out another needy whimper. He wants to tell him how much he hates being called pretty - any part of him - but he feels like that's already a lost battle.

Dean pushes a third finger inside him and Seth already feels too full, but in the best possible way. He forgot how much he loved this, how good it felt to have someone forcing him open to take them. Didn't know how much he'd love it when it was Dean.

Seth's mewling on every movement of Dean's hand and they both know he's not even touched his prostate yet - can tell by the look on Dean's face he's purposely avoiding that little bundle of heaven - and it's just to tease him some more.

"Dean!" He finally growls out, demanding more without really saying it. He's not at the begging part yet, but he also knows that it isn't that far off either.

To Seth's disappointment he's empty a second later and Dean's sitting back on his knees, looking down at Seth under him. Dean's spreading lube over his cock and Seth's eyes suddenly can't look anywhere else, his hole clenching around the emptiness where Dean's fingers should still be.

"Last chance to back out" Dean says, the look on his face begging him not too.

"Not a chance" Seth breathes and he's glad that his voice portrayed how confident he was in those words, because fuck if he was going to back out of this now. Dean grins as he shifts to position himself at Seth's entrance, and Seth loves how it feels so much bigger when it's pressed against his opening, how it threatens to tear him apart. He bites his own lip again, squirming slightly to stop himself from pushing Dean onto his back and sinking down on his cock.

Seth's entire mind is wiped blank when Dean starts to push inside, still meeting some resistance but Seth tries to relax and breathe through it. Short fingernails sinking into Dean's shoulders.

Dean's still for a moment, eyes raking over Seth making him feel more vulnerable than he ever knew possible.

"You good?" He asks, blanketing Seth with his own body, pulling his legs tighter around his hips.

"Y-yeah" Seth confirms, "M'good"

Without any further warning, Dean pulls back and slams into Seth making him see stars behind his eyelids, because "Fucking yes, that's what I wanted" he calls out, face and chest flushing when he realizes and Dean throws him that shit-eating grin like Seth's just brought him Christmas early.

Dean continues to thrust into Seth with a force and pace that was brutal, but Seth hasn't expected anything less. He's just really glad Dean didn't disappoint, actually. And he knows his body isn't going to thank him for this when he's taking bumps all week, but he can't bring himself to care when Dean's pounding his prostate and making him roar.

He can feel where Dean's fingers are probably going to cause bruises, knows that even with all his training this was one hold he wasn't getting out of - not that he really wanted to - was all too aware of the fact that Dean had him right here where he wanted him and he wasn't going anywhere. At least not until Dean was finished with him.

Seth's brought back to himself when he hears the crowd start cheering and the ring announcers voice rumble through the building. He takes a last long look in the mirror, eyeing not only the bruises on his hips but the scratches and bite marks littering the rest of him. Shaking his head and sitting down he finally started to lace up his boots, wondering how on earth he was supposed to have a match with someone he wanted to fuck him senseless again.

Seth's caught in that weird place that only Dean can get him to again, somewhere between pissed and turned on. His back is still stinging from where Dean's reopened the scratches down his back, and his tshirt is sticking to them in the worst way leaving Seth feeling agitated. After his match with Dean, he's went straight back to the locker room to get changed because he wasn't walking into a situation that vulnerable again, no matter how much he enjoyed it.

Seth's making his way down towards Dean's storage room, when he spies him already walking out. They eye each other for a second, until they're standing in front of each other and Seth's already so nervous he's convinced Dean's going to be able to hear his heart thudding against his rib-cage.

"Oh, sweetheart. Had me worried you weren't going to show up for a second there" Dean drawled out lowly, hand over his chest and a fake concerned look covering his features and Seth wants to punch him because when did they agree to anything? They haven't spoken all week. It's been driving him insane. Dean must sense Seth's annoyance, or at the very least read into the silence, because he smirks and leans his shoulder against the wall before speaking again, "Aw, do you always pout this much if you don't get enough attention?" Bringing his thumb up to pull on Seth's bottom lip lightly as if to prove his point and Seth swats him away, annoyed.

"I don't fucking pout!" He spat out, and it caused Dean to unexpectedly throw his head back at let out a loud bark of a laugh. Seth kind of loved the sight. "And it's got nothing to do with getting attention" He said feebly, starting to get really pissed at his inability to hold a conversation with this man without turning into a mumbling mess.

"You really do" Dean hummed amused, "And if it's not about the attention you clearly want then what's it about?" Dean cocks his head slightly to the side and Seth knows that Dean's still away ahead of him in whatever game this is and he's already tired of trying to play catch up.

Seth looks away when he can't find an answer that doesn't make him sound like a desperate loser, letting out an audible exhale as he does so. "Just wanna know what the fucks going on here" he finally manages.

Dean frowns for a split second before covering everything up again and Seth's about to lose his damn mind when he answers, "Didn't take you for the relationship type"

"That's not what I asked for" Seth answers to quickly and he can feel the air rushing out of his lungs, "Just don't know what's going on. What's acceptable. What isn't" He says with more confidence this time and he's glad he's managed to pull it off. More so when Dean gives him that Christmas-came-early-shit-eating-grin again. The one that makes him feel like his bones are melting.

Dean looks down the hall both ways before stepping into Seth's personal space, and whispers right into his ear "As soon as I work that out I'll let you know, yeah?" pulling back and stealing a kiss and sinking his teeth into his bottom lip before stepping away and continuing down the hall whistling leaving Seth just as confused and sexually frustrated as he was when he arrived at work today.

Fuck Dean Ambrose. He's a fucking asshole.

A/N
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