Chapter Three: Seth's Homecoming

Two hours later, Dean pulled into Seth's two and a half car attached garage. He threw it in park, turned it off, and leaned forward, head down on the steering wheel. He held himself and whimpered. "I'm not going to make it to the bathroom."

"Yes you are," Seth encouraged, even though he agreed that Dean probably wouldn't make it to the bathroom; he'd been wiggling in the driver's seat since before they'd left the freeway. Seth used his crutches to hobble out and open Dean's door. "Come on, I'll help you," he offered, then felt stupid for doing so, as the thought of him helping while on crutches was laughable.

Dean shook his head. "No, I can't. If I even move my little toe, I'm going to pee. I don't want to pee in your car, Seth!"

Seth stroked his lover's hair. "I won't get upset if you have an accident in my car."

"I know... I just don't want to do it!"

"You're going to if you don't get up," Seth pointed out.

"True," Dean agreed. "Here goes..." Carefully, he got out of the car. "Oh, fuck..." Dean managed to shuffle two steps towards the door. "Not again!" He cried in dismay, and squatted down as his poor bladder exploded.

Seth watched the piss make Dean's already damp-stained jeans shiny and wet. It dripped off his shapely ass into a quickly-spreading puddle on the garage floor. Seth was so turned on he forgot to breathe, but Dean, who'd been awake for nearly two days, buried his face in his hands, as if he were ashamed, and that brought Seth back to reality.

"I'm so sorry, Seth," Dean said, his voice weary.

Seth snugged him as best he could without losing his balance. "Don't worry about it, my love."

Dean slowly stood. He untied his hoodie from his waist and let it drop into the puddle he'd made on Seth's nice clean garage floor. He sniffled. He was exhausted, and now he had a mess to clean up. Hot tears stung his eyes, and he swallowed hard.

Seth let his crutches drop and hugged Dean tight. "Hey, it's okay. Let's go inside. We can deal with that later."

Dean nodded, picked up Seth's crutches. He helped his boyfriend negotiate the step up in to the house, and made sure he was settled comfortably in the living room, with refreshments, remote controls, and his PS4 and XBox360 controllers.

"Dean?"

"Yes, love?"

"This is probably the wrong thing to say right now, but I have to say it...You look damn sexy in your pissed pants." Seth blushed, and couldn't help but smile.

Dean blushed, too, and struck a pose in the mirror that covered one wall of Seth's living room. "You're right," he agreed, then yawned. "I'm going to crash for a few hours before dinner. Call me if you need anything. Love you."

"Love you, too." They shared a hug and a kiss.

Seth fell asleep, too, in his favorite recliner, and it was sunset when he awoke to the delicious aroma of tacos. He grabbed his crutches and headed for the kitchen. Dean, wearing only briefs and a WWE t-shirt, was at the stove. Seth sat down at the counter, where all the fixings had been laid out.

"A feast!" Seth declared.

Dean nodded. "Mhmm. Wasn't sure what you liked on your tacos, so I got everything."

"You're the sweetest thing ever. Did you sleep well?"

"Uh-huh, I feel pretty chipper now. How about you?"

"Knee hurts some," Seth admitted. It actually hurt pretty bad, but he was trying not to focus in it.

"Did you want a pain pill?" Dean asked.

Seth shook his head. "I don't like the way they make me feel. Maybe some Tylenol? Otherwise, I'm feeling great, happy to be home with my guy."

Dean smiled and snugged him. "Everything's done. What would you like to drink?"

"Water," Seth replied, thinking of later. "Cute undies."

Dean giggled, and looked down at them. They were another one of his new pairs; grayish-violet with white trim. "Not exactly my dinner tux, but all my pants are in the wash, literally."

"That's okay. You don't need them," Seth replied, sensually.

"Seth!" Dean chastised, playfully. "It's dinner time. And, you have to eat dinner to have energy for...dessert." He pressed his quickly-stiffening semi against Seth's hip, and they both watched precum wet-spot Dean's new briefs.

They began kissing, and petting, but Dean pulled away. "Later, sweetness," he told Seth, and himself. "Food first. Dig in, I'll get your water and the Tylenol."

"Lots of it, please." Seth winked.

"Water, or Tylenol?"

"Water, of course."

Dean's tacos were delicious. Afterwards, Seth helped out by putting lids on the remaining containers of toppings while Dean hurried through the rest of the post-dinner chores, looking awkward, but still unbearably sexy with "another god-awful hard on", as he'd called it.

Seth, who was also hard, and who'd had nearly four bottles of water with his four tacos, really needed to piss, but wanted to wait for Dean, of course. He idly stroked himself. The pain in his knee had lessened some, to the point he could mostly ignore it. He wanted Dean to fuck him. He watched his boyfriend build them a nest on the kitchen floor, with layers of quilts and blankets.

"Is there any bedding left on the beds?" Seth asked, playfully.

Dean stripped off his shirt and smiled. "Of course, my love." He sauntered over to Seth and helped him off with his clothes. Seth shivered.

"Oops, sorry, I should turn up the heat a little. Did you need anything?"

"Just you," Seth replied.

Dean embraced him for a moment and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. "I'll be right back." He dashed away.

Seth heard the furnace kick on, and Dean came back with another pair of colored briefs, yellow with white trim. "I brought you these. Now don't go peeing in them," Dean teased, as he helped Seth pull them on.

"And what if I do?" Seth asked.

"Hmmm... What did you say earlier? That you wanted to be spanked?"

"Mhmm, something like that," Seth agreed, as Dean helped him get settled in the nest. "I also believe that you said you wanted to make me piss myself like the dirty boy I am."

Dean kissed him. "Yup."

"Well, in that case..." Seth guided Dean's hand down to his bulging bladder. "I need a piss break."

"Oh, I don't think so, Seth."

"But I had three and a half bottles of water with dinner!"

"Yeah, but you can hold it," Dean told him. He groped Seth's hard-on through the cute yellow undies.

Seth mmm'd with pleasure. Dean slipped him out and began to jack him off and the pleasure grew and grew. Soon, Seth felt that now-familiar, intense will I cum or will I piss sensation he enjoyed greatly. To prolong it, he fought doing either by pulling away from Dean and holding his cock tightly. It felt hopeless, he was going to lose it, he was beyond the edge. But, what spurted from his cock in clenched fist was only piss. So, he struggled against that, jacking himself, but the piss kept leaking out in drips, trickling down his fist, shaft, and balls. The new undies were getting wet, too.

"I seem to have sprung a leak," Seth said, breathlessly.

"Oh, Seth, that's so hot."

"Oh, fuck, I think I'm going to cum!" Seth cried. He was over the edge for sure this time; everything was tingling, and his heart was racing. He was spurting piss again, it was splashing down on his groin and tummy, and then an explosion of cum and euphoria. He laid back in Dean's arms, panting, dazed, and splashed with his own cum.

Dean snugged and kissed him. "Intense?"

Seth managed to nod. It wasn't as intense as it had been from the inside, but it was still an amazing experience.

"So that's what it's like to do both at once," Dean mused.

"Mhmm. Pissgasm."

"Looked fun, may have to try that sometime... And, you've still got to pee." Dean rubbed Seth's still-swollen belly.

Seth smiled sassily, tucked himself back into the new undies he'd already wet like he wasn't supposed to, and went with the cramp that resulted from Dean pressing on his bladder. Hot piss poured into the yellow undies, soaked into the bedding, and pooled under his ass.

"Seth! You dirty boy, you're not supposed to wet your undies...or my undies, I should say," Dean scolded playfully.

Seth freed his pissing cock and aimed it at Dean and himself, washing his cum away. Dean began rubbing their wet, slick bodies as if he were hypnotized, and his eyes had that shadowy, hazy look they got whenever he was especially horny. When Seth finished, he kissed Dean from his lips downwards; tasting his own piss on his lover's skin was very erotic.

Dean stopped him short of sin by simply pulling away and standing up. "Not so fast there, love. I owe you a spanking."

Seth made his puppydog eyes at Dean.

"Now don't try looking all innocent; you did that on purpose. You knew you were supposed to keep my briefs dry. Now you know you must be punished."

Seth nodded. "I've been a dirty boy." He looked down at the wet undies.

"I have no idea how we can do this without potentially hurting your knee..." Dean mused. "Hmmm... Maybe bend over the counter, and support your weight on your good leg." He helped Seth up and into position. "Now, I'm not going to spank you hard, but they won't be love taps, either. I won't spank you any harder than I like being spanked... Undies on or off?"

"I think-"

"I wasn't asking you, dirty boy. I think I'll spank you with the undies on, since they're wet because of you. Fuck, Seth, there's not a dry spot left!" Dean exclaimed, as he felt them.

Seth automatically apologized. "I'm sorry, Sir."

Dean laughed. "Sir? Oh, I'll give you Sir!"

Whack! Dean's first spanking caught Seth off-guard; it was pretty sharp, and stung.

"You're a dirty boy, Seth, a bad boy," Dean playfully scolded, and caressed Seth's wet ass. "And, this is what bad boys get!" Whack!

Seth was definitely getting turned on again; he'd known he would. He still wanted Dean inside him. Dean pulled the wet briefs down around Seth's thighs and administered one final smack. "I think three's enough, since you just had surgery," Dean said brightly. He stroked Seth's naked, now-red ass. "Perfect," he declared.

"It's yours." Seth blushed, and stammered. "I...I want you to fuck me."

Dean hugged him tight, and planted a kiss on the back of his neck. "Let me get the lube. I put it right by the heat vent so it would be nice and warm."

Seth was nervous. Dean was bigger than Seth's previous lovers, and the dildo Stephanie had mounted him with, though not as big as Hunter. Would it hurt? It was his first time making love since the rape. Dean dripped the warm lube into Seth's cute crack and gently stroked him between. When he fingered Seth, it felt good, and his body did not fight Dean's intrusion. Still, Seth was so scared he trembled, and caring lover that he was, Dean noticed.

"You're shaking! Are you okay?" Are you sure you're ready for this?" Dean stopped everything he was doing and held Seth close, and stroked the blonde streak in his hair as he gazed into his lover's big, dark eyes, which he was not surprised to see were glimmering with unspent tears. "Seth, sweetie, it's okay if you're not ready to make love."

Seth cleared his throat. "I'm ready for you to take me, Dean. I know you love me and would never hurt me." He titled his head up to brush his lips gently against his lover's neck. He guided Dean's hand down to his rock hard cock. "I'm ready, Dean."

Dean smiled and kissed his forehead. "I'm very gentle. I won't put him in all the way. And, if anything I'm doing hurts, tell me right away, don't try to man up."

Seth knew that his words spoken earlier were true. Dean would never hurt him; Dean loved him. "I know you'll feel good. Now do me."

Dean kissed him on the neck one last time and stood up. He coated his hard-on with the lube and gently grabbed Seth by the hips. Softly, he poked and prodded Seth the same way he had with his fingers until he gained entrance. "Oh, sweetness, you're so tight!" Dean gasped.

Even though Dean had only penetrated him a little, Seth already knew he really was going to be okay, because it felt good, special-like. Maybe it was the warmth, the closeness, the mere fact it was Dean. "You feel so good," Seth told him. "You can go in more."

Dean was now the one trembling, struggling not to cum in Seth's tight ass. Why did Seth turn him on so much that he had to cum like it was his first time every time? Sometimes all Seth had to do was casually grope him, and Dean would shoot his load like a fifteen year old. "Oh, god damn it! I'm gonna cum!"

Dean pulled out, and Seth felt hot, gooey jiz hit his ass and trickle down his crack. Dean clung to him, sweaty and breathing hard. After he'd recovered a bit, he helped Seth back down to a dry spot on the nest of blankets and quilts, and again held him close. "Are you okay, my love?" He asked, and stroked Seth's blonde highlight.

"Quite." Seth snuggled up closer, and kissed Dean's chest before laying his head down. "I love you."

"I love you, too. This much!" Dean declared, and held his arms open as far apart as they'd go. "You make me so happy, Seth." He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and squeezed him tight.

"I feel so good whenever I'm with you. I don't even feel like I've just had major knee surgery."

"But you have. We probably shouldn't have played so rough..." Dean realized. "I'm sorry."

"No, I loved it. I needed it. And, I'm not hurting anywhere."

Dean smiled, and pulled a dry blanket over them.

Later that night, Seth and Dean lay in the guest bedroom downstairs, feeding each other rainbow sherbet.

"My love, I have to tell you something. Roman's coming to visit tomorrow. He'll be here in the afternoon, and he'll leave with me for RAW on Sunday. I figured he could stay upstairs in your room, or on the couch, but if you're not okay with that, I'll tell him he has to get a hotel room," Dean blurted, nervous Seth would be upset he'd made plans without checking first.

"Don't be an ass, of course he can stay here! It'll be a Shield reunion!" Seth was laughing, but he remembered Dean crushing on Roman recently and wondered if any of those feelings remained. He did understand, Roman was very handsome, and Seth would admit that he, too, had fantasized about Roman, and even stolen peeks of him in the locker room. He wondered if Roman had done the same or felt the same.

"Whew! Thank goodness you're okay with it. I knew I was taking a risk, but he really wanted to come see you."

"That's sweet of him."

Dean nodded. "He knows what you're going through, with the surgery. I didn't tell him about the other thing. It was supposed to be a surprise visit, but I didn't feel right not checking with you."

"Do I still have to act surprised?"

"Or I can tell Roman I told you. He probably knows I would, anyway, me and my big mouth."

Seth giggled, and fed Dean another spoonful of sherbet.