Chapter 3
Dean felt the embrace of sleep leaving him as he felt himself being nudged awake by little incessant pressings against his face. When the dreamy haze lifted a few seconds later he realized that they were earnest kisses being placed along his cheek. Those kisses then fell to his shoulder as his right arm stroked the very firm tricep muscle that laid across his chest. His eyes weren't even opened yet as his face naturally drifted to the left to have a soft kiss pressed to his lips.
This was his favourite way to be woken up, he thought to himself as he returned the kiss to a nubile pair of lips. He sighed into it as his hand moved from the bicep to the back of the very familiar soft, wavy brown hair. His lips were gently being sucked on and he returned the favour gladly as his partner shifted to lie on top of him completely.
The slight mustiness of sleep was still present in the kiss but Dean brushed that aside and continued kissing his partner. He didn't think that he would ever get tired of feeling those lips against his own.
Dean only opened his eyes when his partner pulled away. Even in the dark he could see the mischief sparking in those brown eyes.
" What is it baby?" He gently cupped Seth's face and brought him in for a brief kiss. Although they never really discussed it, Dean and Seth had an understanding when it came to physical activities between them. It had started from FCW, where they had hooked up a few times for random reasons like boredom, loneliness or being horny. It was just a thing between them that happens whenever it does and they leave it at that. If Seth wanted to get it on right now, Dean would be more than happy to oblige.
Seth kissed Dean's cheek. His nose pressing into the flesh as his lips lingered against the skin. Dean wrapped his arms around Seth's body and was about to roll them over so that he could be on top of Seth when he spoke up.
" Come running with me."
Seth lifted his head and smiled down charmingly at Dean.
" What? Seth, it's still dark out." If there was anything that Dean despised doing was getting out of his bed before the crack of dawn if he didn't have to.
" But imagine that fresh sea breeze." Seth straddled Dean's waist and Dean decided that he liked how Seth looked sitting there.
" You mean that cold sea breeze." Dean corrected him.
" C'mon, it will be fun." Seth pouted pushing his bottom lip out.
" That's not going to work this time." Dean ran his hands up and down the well defined torso of Seth's body. " Although I can think of a couple of things that we can do that we both enjoy."
Seth rolled his eyes and got off of Dean. " Is that all you think about?"
Dean's eyes freely roamed over Seth's body as the latter rummaged through his suitcase for his jogging pants. " Can you blame me after the way you woke me up?"
He heard Seth sigh as he pulled off his boxers and pulled on the shorts. Even in the darkness of the room, Dean could still Seth's body clearly. His teeth worrying his bottom lip when Seth was naked in front of him. God he looked good naked. His ass pert and delectable looking. He stared at it until it got covered by the shorts. He then watched Seth pull on his running shoes.
He slid off the bed and made his way over to Seth. He turned Seth around and pulled him into his embrace and before he could react Dean was kissing him. A muffled cry died in Seth's throat and he felt arms circling his neck as Seth kissed him back. He swiped the tip of his tongue across the entrance of Seth's mouth and immediately he opened up for him. Their tongues slid comfortably against each other as their bodies molded together. They had always worked well together. In the ring and in bed. Seth's day old stubble prickling his face.
" Come on," Dean whispered against his lips. His hand slipping down Seth's back to cup his ass. Squeezing the cheek gently. His lips trailed down Seth's column of a neck. " Let's go back to bed."
" Dean." His named came off of Seth's lips half a moan and half a desperate cry.
Dean softly sucked on the midway point of Seth's neck. " Come on baby." He took Seth's hand and slid it over the front of his boxers. Immediately Seth's fingers curled around Dean's hard length as he peppered more kisses to his neck.
" Fuck..." He could hear the desperate desire in Seth's voice from that one whispered word.
He didn't say anything else as Seth continued to slowly stroke his erection through the thinness of the material. His lips continued to tease Seth's neck.
Eventually he felt Seth's hand grabbing the back of his head and bringing him up to rest his forehead against his own. Seth's eyes were closed and his cheeks were so heavily flushed that Dean could tell in the twilighted darkness.
" I hate when you do this to me." Seth's fingers lingered for a moment and then moved away from Dean's cock.
Suddenly he kissed Dean hard and then took a step back. His eyes still hazy with lust. " Take care of me tonight?"
A small wave of disappointment rolled over Dean as he was being turned down for right now but the opportunity to have Seth was still there. " Sure."
As the sexual tension dissipated between them Seth moved to the door but Dean stopped him with an arm around his waist. " Put on a sweatshirt."
Seth shook his head. " I don't need one."
Dean glanced at the bedroom window. He could see the trees outside swaying strongly in the wind. " Seth, don't be stubborn and put one on." Seth rolled his eyes. He kissed his temple. " Please?"
Seth sighed hard as if it was a bother. " Fine." He looked around the room and picked up the first sweatshirt that he saw. It was Dean's. He pulled it on over his head as Dean watched. " Better?"
Dean shrugged. " I suppose so. It's just now you're going to ruin my shirt with your sweat."
" Well you insisted that I wear a sweatshirt." Seth said cheekily as he walked through the bedroom door. He stuck his tongue out at Dean and then disappeared in the darkness of the house.
Dean tossed and turned for fifteen to twenty minutes and then gave up. He wasn't getting back to sleep. He was still too wired from Seth and memories of what had happened between him and Roman last night kept on popping up.
Fingers of light from the dawn were creeping through the bedroom window and Dean decided to get up. He threw on a t-shirt and made his way through the silent house. Roman was probably still asleep he thought as unlocked the glass door and slid it back. He left it open as he stepped on to the patio. The sun was starting to come up even though hadn't peaked over the horizon as yet but stripes of orange-gold was coming through. He leaned against the wooden railing and looked down at the beach. The stretch that they were on was at least a mile long and he could see Seth's ponytail bouncing in the distance as he ran. That was one of the things that he admired about Seth. His dedication to staying fit.
Dean was alternating between watching Seth run and looking at the waves crashing on the beach. It was low tide and the waves ran gently along the golden sandy shore.
Dean's mind had drifted so far away as he watched the waves crashing that he nearly jumped when he felt a strong arm wrap around his waist and hips pressed against his own. He stood up immediately, his back flush against a strong chest.
" You're up early." Roman's voice calm and low. His lips brushing against Dean's ear. He seemed to ignore how tense Dean got at his touch.
" Yeah. I... uh... couldn't sleep anymore." Dean managed to stammer out as Roman's hand slipped easily underneath his t-shirt and his fingers splayed across Dean's belly.
" Hmm." Roman said nothing else but Dean felt the hand on his belly started to move in slow circular motions across his flesh. The bigger man used his other hand to keep Dean's head in place as the tip of his nose graze Dean's neck followed by a warm kiss.
Dean bit back the moan that was threatening to tumble out. Fuck. First Seth and now Roman. These two seemed as if they planned on killing him today.
" Ro, what are you doing?" Dean was looking at Seth's running figure nervously down the beach. He was soon at the rocks. What if he turned around and saw them?
Another hot kiss was placed at the base of Dean's neck and a shudder shot down his spine. His kisses had no right feeling so damn good.
" Well you did say to wait until you were sober." Roman pulled back the collar of Dean's shirt to place another kiss and tweaked Dean's nipple with his long fingers. " Are you not sober?"
" Fuck!" Dean couldn't help it. That desperate moan came out before he could stop it. He was trying really hard to be a friend to Seth but damn it Roman's teasing was wearing him down. Plus he was certain that he could feel Roman's hard arousal through the thin material of the boxers that he was wearing.
Dean glanced down the beach. Seth had reached the rocks and was pulling off the sweatshirt and then he tied it around his waist. Dean started to get nervous before Seth would get a quarter way down the beach he would be able to see how close him and Roman were standing. As much as Dean teased him, he did not want to be on the receiving end of one of Seth's cold spells.
Dean hissed and gripped the wooden railing so tightly that his knuckles turned white when Roman pumped his hips against his ass. He could feel Roman's length easily through the material as it pressed in between his buttcheeks. He would be a liar if he denied how good it felt pressing against him and how much he wanted to push his ass back on it. Roman gently rocked his hips against Dean's again in a slow steady rhythm. Seth was starting to run again.
" Ro, we shouldn't." Dean knew that his words were ineffective because he didn't even attempt to pull away from his friend.
" Why not?" Roman gave him an extra hard pump and Dean gasped. " You seem to be liking this."
Well shit. He was right about that. " Because." He lost his thoughts when his neck received a kiss and a light lick from Roman's tongue.
" Because is not an answer." Roman cupped Dean's face once more but turned it towards him this time. His eyes were clearly narrowed in on Dean's lips. The auburn haired man's heart was racing. Thumping hard in his chest. To kiss Roman would relieve some of this built up sexual frustration and probably feel really damn good as well. But if Seth saw them, he would be devastated and he would be damned if he hurt Seth.
Roman's lips were almost on his. " But Seth ..."
Roman paused. " What about him?"
" What would he think? What would he say?" Dean's brain was racing. " About the two of us hooking up. It would probably make him feel awkward around us."
He could see that Roman was thinking this over and he used the opportunity to step out of Roman's embrace. He glanced up the beach. Seth was already approaching the half way mark. His eyes were set at the sand stretched out before him. Dean really hoped that he hadn't been paying attention to the house.
" You really do care about him don't you?"
" Yeah." Dean answered automatically without even thinking. " I do."
" Fair enough." Roman shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts. " I'm going to go and start the coffee." He glanced back at Dean as he walked away. " But I'm not giving up on us though." Those were his parting words as he went through the doorway.
After breakfast they had showered and now Dean was watching Seth push the furniture back to the walls in the living room. He hadn't said anything after the run about seeing him and Roman together on the front patio. Instead he had just asked Dean to do some wrestling drills with him. The best way to stay in shape for wrestling was to actually wrestle. No amount of cardio or weights in the gym were a substitute for the real thing.
A few minutes later they were locked up in the middle of the carpet. Head to head. Hands gripping each other's shoulders as they tried to throw the other off balance. Dean tried to push back against Seth but his feet were firmly planted on the floor and he wouldn't budge.
Dean released his hold to Seth's surprise and transitioned swiftly into a headlock. Seth swung his arms as he found his head underneath Dean's armpit but Dean wouldn't release him. Using his right foot he swept at Dean's left leg knocking him down on his back. Before Dean could recover, Seth had his left arm locked in an armbar.
That's how Roman found them when he wandered into the living room. He stood up at the far wall and watch how Seth and Dean wrestled with each other. It was like a physical symphony punctuated with grunts and heavy breathing as they transitioned from one move to another. When they were like this Roman admired how skilled they were at the sport. He had to admit that his eyes were focused on Seth a bit more. He was quick and light on his feet. Thinking ahead of his opponent as Roman watched Dean trying to go for a roll up on Seth who ended up performing a german suplex on Dean and went for the cover. Dean got his shoulder up at one and away they went at it again.
Roman had always wondered about the relationship between Seth and Dean. It was why he had asked Seth about it last night at the bonfire. They were obviously friends but they seemed to be closer than that in a way that didn't seem entirely platonic. Sure, he had never actually seen them do anything but he wouldn't be surprised if he caught them one day in a compromising situation.
Seth did talk a lot, and bitch a lot, Roman conceded but watching him wrestle Dean and urging him to break the Label lock that he had Dean in made him appear rather appealing in that moment. Well obviously Roman wasn't blind and he knew that Seth was a good looking guy but he never thought of him as appealing until now. But still, he was no Dean. He watched proudly as Dean manage to pull Seth's hands that were locked around his face apart and rolled out of the way until he touched the couch. Putting up his hand he called for a time out. Seth remained kneeling on the floor, his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. Roman's eyes wandered over Seth's well developed frame that was covered in a golden skin that was slicked with sweat. He supposed that he wouldn't be against a tryst with the guy. He did have a pretty face.
His eyes moved over to Dean, whose face was returning to its normal colour. Dean just did something to him that he couldn't explain. He could be aloof but in your face, sarcastic but funny all at the same time. Today had been the second time that Dean had avoided his kiss but at least he learned from this morning that the attraction was mutual. He was confident that he would get Dean with time.
He watched as Seth crawled over to Dean and muttered something that he couldn't quite make out. He saw Dean barely managing to lift his head and nod slowly and then dropping it in Seth's lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Seth softly combed Dean's hair from off his face as if it was.
A/N: Seth and Dean, Dean and Roman, and Roman looking at Seth. It's only day 2. Wonder what else is going to happen today?
Thank you guys so much for your wonderful reviews and support. So many favourites already. I'm like how do you guys know that you're gonna love the story already and it's only three chapters in? So much pressure not to fuck it up, lol.
