(A/N: So who else just loved Monday? I was screaming, not gonna lie. And poor Seth and his knee. Anyway, enjoy~)
Chapter 3: The Equalizer
Seth, Dean, and Roman all ran downstairs, rushing to get to their cab. They all crammed in it, after Roman bumped Dean out of the way and sat in the passenger's side. The auburn growled in displeasure and sat beside Seth in the back. Seth stared out of the window on the whole ride to the airport. Dean quietly tried to sort out his thoughts and keep his mind away from the man beside him.
"So, you gonna explain yourself?" Roman questioned suddenly. Seth blinked as they exited, grabbing his suitcases. Dean arched a brow. "Excuse me?" He said. Roman crossed his large arms. "You're excused. Now explain why you were such an asshole yesterday" he grunted. Dean stared at him for a moment before scoffing. "I'm a grown ass man. I don't have to wait for your slow ass to bring food back" he spat. Seth frowned and Roman leered at Dean.
"Both of you stop it please. We need to get in the airport. I'll sit between you two if you're going to fight" he sighed, rubbing his temples and muttering something about them being babies. Roman cast Dean a scrutinizing look and Dean walked forward, ignoring him.
(Later in the Arena)
Dean exited the Shield locker room and was making his way outside for a smoke break when a smaller body crashed into his. Dean barely moved but the smaller figure fell to the floor. Dean arched a brow, looking down at the woman. It piqued his interest when he saw her hair. Two toned.
Like Seth's.
Grinning wolfishly, Dean helped her up. "Are you okay, Kaitlyn?" He questions, feigning concern quite obviously. Kaitlyn nods quickly, blushing. "I...I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." She muttered. Dean cocked his head, licking his bottom lip. "That's quite alright. You look flustered." He pointed out, reaching up and moving her hair behind her ear. She let out a shaky breath.
"Well, yeah...you're Dean Ambrose...you're pretty terrifying" she admitted. Dean laughed and stepped closer, lifting her face. "If I'm so terrifying, why haven't you ran away?" He questioned. Kaitlyn swallowed thickly, staring up at him, brown eyes wide.
Even if Dean was aware he was seducing her, all he could think about was Seth.
Kaitlyn raised a hand to hold the side of Dean's face. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me" she muttered. Dean could see her resolve crumbling and he smirked, backing her against a wall and leaning into her space. "You thought right. I think it worked." He cooed, pressing his lips to hers. Kaitlyn grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him back, mewling slightly against his lips.
Punk-who was in the building to visit-stared blankly at the scene before turning on the balls of his feet and briskly walking the opposite direction.
This'll be interesting
(In the Shield Locker Room)
Seth was coming out of the shower when Punk walked in. He stared at the two toned man for longer than he should have before he closed the door. "Did either of you know Dean had a thing for Kaitlyn?" He questioned. Seth stared at him, mouth agape and Roman choked on his water, pounding his fist against his chest to relieve himself. Seth went over and rubbed his back, not breaking eye contact with Punk.
"Um...he didn't tell us anything about that. Like, as far as we knew, Dean said he wasn't going to mess around with any of the Divas" he muttered, perplexed. Punk leaned against a wall, crossing his ankles. "Kaitlyn wasn't even in the same town as us yesterday. So that hickie yesterday didn't come from her" he observed. Seth hummed, changing quietly, not really worried about it. Punk and Roman were two thirds of his collective group of best friends, they wouldn't mind.
Roman shifted, forcing himself to look away. He wouldn't want to get caught looking by Punk's all seeing eyes. Then he'd have to explain what this was. Whatever it was supposed to be. Roman ran a hand over his face in exasperation and Punk looked at him in concern. He waved him off with a small sigh.
Dean decided to stride in at that moment, a wide smile on his face. Seth was still shirtless when his friend entered and Dean's eyes narrowed for a moment and Punk was the only one who caught the growl that left the man's throat. His subtle agitation only simmered down when Seth slid on his shirt.
"Um...do you have anything you wanna tell us, Dean?" Seth questioned, leaning on the couch Roman was sitting on. Roman could feel the heat coming off of him but he kept his eyes on Dean. Dean arched a brow. "Should I have something to tell you?" He shot back. Seth pursed his lips and Roman rolled his eyes.
"Nevermind. Are you coming with us to the club still?" He questions. A lazy smirk stretches over Dean's face. "Hell yeah." He chuckled. Seth smiled and then looked to Punk. "Please?" he pouts. Punk clicked his tongue for a moment before sighing.
"Fine. I guess you three idiots need a DD anyway"
(At the Bar)
Seth sat at the booth with half-lidded eyes, nursing his drink. He barely touched it. Punk had stepped aside to talk with a few fans, one of which wished to wrestle themselves, so they asked him about his past. Seth didn't mind that so much. He was well aware if Punk's hard-earned fame and his soft spot for his fans.
Dean and Roman, however, were another story. Dean had barely sat down before he let Kaitlyn pull him away to the dance floor. Seth watched the two rut against each other with a sinking feeling in his stomach. Turning his gaze away, Seth looked to Roman.
He wasn't so out there like Dean, instead he was leaning against the walls, quite obviously flirting with Alicia. He had waited until he got a good buzz on before he left Seth for the sweet woman.
Seth muttered a curse under his breath and was contemplating leaving all together when he felt like someone was watching him. The two toned man shuddered, glancing around. His guard was always up when he wasn't around people he trusted. The room was crawling with his co-workers. People who wouldn't mind if he were to get harmed for whatever reason. If he was injured, the Shield would be weakened, and Seth could see why any one of the people around him would want that.
Seth turned slightly, spotting two, icy eyes leering at him. His heart nearly leapt into his throat when he caught Randy gazing at him. The older wrestler was sitting at a booth with John, Daniel, Cody, Ted, and the Bellas. They all paired up, either talking or kissing while Randy sat on one end, arms crossed and eyes fixed on Seth.
The smaller man was uncomfortable and fidgety all of a sudden. He looked back to his team mates to see Dean and Roman had pretty much switched spots. Roman was dancing with Alicia (a lot more respectable than Dean was with Kaitlyn, mind you) and Dean had Kaitlyn pressed against the wall, both of them making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Seth really began to panic when he couldn't even figure out where Punk was. He glanced back, seeing Randy now absent from the table.
Seth jolted up from the table and awkwardly slid out of the booth before darting outside, hoping he could just call a cab and leave since Punk had the keys to the rental. He made it a few feet away from the club when his wrist was grabbed and he was pushed against a wall with force. Seth gasped in surprise and looked up, eyes wide when he saw it was Randy.
"And where are you going?" He questioned slowly. Seth's heart thumped quickly against his chest and he tried to look for any escape routes. Randy noticed this and leaned closer. "I suggest you relax. You wouldn't wanna do something stupid" he taunted. "What do you want from me?" Seth growled out. Randy let him go, running his hand over his beard before smirking.
"You seemed lonely. I was going to be nice and keep you company tonight since your team mates are horrible at it" he chuckled. Seth eyed him warily. "We attacked you...why the hell would you want to keep me company?" He questions, putting a little bite in his voice. Randy smirks and grabs his chin with one hand, tilting his face up. Seth's eyes grew again. "Randy,what the hell? Aren't you married?" He hissed. Randy hums for a moment. "Divorced. I find it amusing how you haven't pushed me away yet" he chuckled and Seth blushed. "Randy, let me go." He orders, voice wavering.
Randy seemed to think about it for all of two seconds before slamming his lips onto Seth's.
(Meanwhile)
Punk had left the bathroom and he did a double take when he noticed Seth was absent. He went to Roman and Alicia, politely tapping the taller man on the shoulder. "Have you seen Seth?" He questioned. Roman frowned, looking back towards the booth before shaking his head. He excused himself from Alicia and walked to Dean, snickering when Punk slapped him hard in the back of the neck.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He snarled. Kaitlyn just giggled drunkly and Punk felt disgusted for a moment. "Have you seen Seth? And I think we need to go. Bring your asses or I'll leave you here" he huffs after Dean shakes his head no about seeing Seth. Dean rolls his eyes and he and Kaitlyn follow Punk and Roman around to find the two toned man. Punk sighed and grabbed his phone. "Outside, I'll call him" he says over the music. Punk was scrolling through his contacts and he nearly dropped his phone when he saw Randy with Seth pinned against a wall, completely ravashing the smaller man's mouth. Kaitlyn drunkly pointed, giggling quietly. "Guys look, it's Seth. And...Randy. Hiiiiiiiiiiiii Randy~" She cheers loud enough for the two to hear.
Randy turns his head, smirking at the four before he looked down at Seth, seeing the complete shock and embarrassment on his face. He chuckles and lets him go completely, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking past the four, brushing shoulders with Dean and Roman before he reentered the club.
Roman stares at his youngest team mate with an unreadable expression and Dean sobered up quite a lot, glaring darkly at the door to the club, as if the whole building would burst into flames under his gaze with the Viper inside. Kaitlyn swayed slightly and Punk slowly pocketed his phone. "Seth?" He called quietly, frowning.
Seth had his head down, his two toned hair curtaining his face. His chest was heaving and he quietly fixed his clothes. Seth ran his hand through his hair, brushing it back before he finally looked at his friends. "We're going back, yes?" He questions, lips swollen. Roman just stares and Dean's anger sparks again as he turns to Seth. "You're not gonna explain that?" He questions darkly. Seth glances at him before his eyes fell to the ground. "I really don't wanna talk about it. Can we please go back to the hotel?" He pleads. Dean scoffs.
"You enjoyed it, didn't you? I saw you kissing back from here" he snaps. Seth flinches and Punk turns to glare at Dean. "Fuck off, Dean. He's uncomfortable enough. Leave him alone" he growls. Dean's eyes narrow. "What if I don't want to?" He retorts, getting in Punk's face. Roman pulls Kaitlyn away just in case but before Punk or Dean could start fighting, Seth stepped between them, pushing them apart by their chests. "Enough. We're going back" he says firmly. Punk calms down and Dean slaps his hand away, storming towards the rental.
Seth sighs and follows with Kaitlyn, Roman, and Punk in front of him.
(At the Hotel)
Punk had luckily found Natalya in the lobby when they arrived. The Canadian woman ushered a drunken Kaitlyn away and Punk walked with the Shield up to their room. He arched a brow in confusion when Seth closed the door after Dean and Roman stumbled in. The two toned man kept his hand on the knob for a moment before looking over to Punk.
"Phil," he started, dropping the older man's ring name. Phil knew he was serious now. "Yes, Colby?" He responded. The man sighed and bit his lip. "Can I please stay with you tonight? I don't feel comfortable staying here tonight." He murmured. Phil sucked his lip piercing into his mouth for a moment and nodded. "Yeah, I understand. C'mon" he beckoned Colby over and they walked three doors down, to Phil's room.
Once inside, the younger man completely collapsed against the bed, screaming into a pillow. Phil quietly stripped down to his boxers and tapped Colby's shoulder. "Hey, I love you and all, but you need to get the hell up so I can lift the covers" Phil huffed playfully. Colby got up and slowly stripped down too, but he didn't join his friend. Phil arched a brow.
"You waitin' for an invite or something?" He questioned. Colby scratched his arm. "You're not uncomfortable? I mean...you saw...you know..." He muttered brokenly. Phil yawned. "About the kiss? So what? It happens. Sexual tension and stuff makes us all act in hasty decisions." He said dismissively. Seth's brows furrowed for a moment and Phil tilted his head.
"Look, if you're gay or not doesn't bother me. You're my friend, Colby. I'm not gonna think any less of you. Have you seen our profession? It's not too surprising that some of us swing for the other team. You shouldn't be ashamed or embarrassed. Just look at Darren, he's perfectly comfortable in his own skin and everyone backstage respects him for that, even if he's an annoying little shit. Now stop standing around and get in the damn bed. I won't offer again" Phil threatened half heartedly. Seth blushed and slid in beside his friend.
"Does that mean you're...?"
"I'm admitting nothing, go the fuck to sleep"
"Phil, you're the best" Seth grinned, realizing a bit late that he had accidentally stroked the man's ego. Phil smirked in the darkness.
"Of course I am. I'm the best in the world"
(Next Morning)
-He smirked down at him, enjoying the startled look in his eyes..Seth stared up at him with his lips parted. Swollen, wet, a single bead of blood running down from a bite he had delivered earlier. Seth trembled below him, tilting his head up, licking those lips, silently pleading, begging for him to kiss him again.
"Please," he whispered, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. "Please Dean"-
Dean's eyes snapped open and he growled loudly, bringing his hand up to shield the sunlight from his face. The man was pissed for a number of reasons. He was cold just like he was the day before, with a noticeable absence of Seth. Dean grabbed his pillow, ready to beat the two toned man and Roman to a feathery death with it when he noticed that Seth wasn't even with Roman. His eyes narrowed and that brought him to his second problem. His head was pounding and the brightness of the room was agitating the already angered man. He had an uncomfortable boner from his 'dream' and on top of it all, he was pissed about seeing Randy with his hands all over Seth.
Though he wouldn't allow himself to ponder the obvious reason why.
Dean wrote it all off as looking out for what was best for the team. Seth couldn't just run around getting pinned to walls by the damn enemies. Especially one that they'd beaten before. Randy was up to no good and Dean knew it. It made him all the more pissed that Seth let himself get trapped in that position.
That he'd kissed back.
Dean hadn't noticed he was growling and cursing loudly until Roman roused from his deep sleep. That meant Dean was more than too loud since it was hard to wake Roman Reigns.
And hazardous to one's health.
The large man leered at Dean from under his inky black hair. "Dean. Shut the fuck up. I don't know what you're bitching about this time but shut it. I'm trying to fucking sleep." He growled. Dean sneered at him. "And what the fuck are you gonna do if I don't shut it?" He shot back. Roman's eyes darkened and he looked every bit of ready to beat the life out of Dean when the door knob turned and Seth walked in with Punk trailing behind him.
He glanced between the two with a nervous look before he read the atmosphere. He sagged his shoulders. "Guys, it's too early to be fighting. C'mon, we're going out for breakfast." He said politely. Roman relaxed slightly, seeing Seth was still his usual self. Dean just examined the male before growling under his breath, remembering his dream. He stood quickly and snatched up a towel, stomping to the bathroom.
"I goin' to shower" he mumbled.
(At the Diner)
The three sat in relative silence, with Seth seated near Punk while Roman and Dean sat across from them. Dean stabbed his food violently a few times before he ever lifted any to his lips while Roman glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. Punk was reading a comic, his food already done and Seth had just started eating. He was going to crack a joke to brighten Dean's mood when Kaitlyn materialized seemingly our of nowhere.
Dean sent the woman an annoyed look as she sat down. She smiled cheerfully at him and pulled an Advil from her purse. She handed it to him and he grinned, taking the much needed pill. Roman rolled his eyes, Punk lowered his comic to send Dean a deadpan stare, and Seth shifted uncomfortably. No one had invited Kaitlyn as far as he knew.
Seth really didn't want a repeat of what happened last night, having to watch Dean and Kaitlyn swap DNA made him feel uncomfortable and unwelcome. He slid his food away and stood. "I think I'll go back to my room. I'll catch you guys later." He said. Roman frowned and Phil glanced up at him, silently willing him not to distance himself. Dean sent him a half-eyed stare and Kaitlyn nodded.
Seth idly wondered why everything had started to change.
-Fin-
(A/N: hello my loves! Happy Saturday I hope! I'm considering updating this two times a week.
1) because the chapters for this seem shorter than with YNA
2) waiting a whole week was killing meeee
Anyway, as for the Darren comment, I know he just came out recently but for story purposes, he came out back then. How was it? I read and love all of the reviews I get so I want to personally thank you and I hope they continue. Constructive criticism is welcome, also. Well then, have a wonderful day and until next time, I love you~)
-Scarlet
