Chapter 2:

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not know any of the workers of the WWE personally nor am I affiliated with them in any way. This story is a work of fiction and I make no profit whatsoever from it.

"What do you mean they were talking about me?" Seth shot Corey an incredulous look as they walked out of their place of employment together. He could hardly believe that Corey had just said the words he had to him. The mere thought of Punk and Dean talking about him made his heart beat faster. But he was very confused as to why.

"I dunno man. I was trying to eavesdrop but it's hard to hear over a tattoo gun." Corey replied. He clicked the remote on his set of keys and unlocked the door to his car before he slid into the driver's seat of his black sedan. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Seth opened the passenger door and got in. "But the way that they were talking about you was kinda weird. Like they were planning something."

"What do you mean planning something?" Seth pressed. He quickly pulled on his seat belt and turned to look at Corey.

"Look Seth, I don't know what the fuck they were talking about but I do know it was about you." Corey shot back quickly. He started up the car and pulled out of their reserved spot before getting onto the road and driving the short distance to their apartment building. "It was kinda weird though that Punk turns up and then all of a sudden, there's Ambrose."

"It was weird that they remembered me, Corey. Really weird." Seth said quietly. He turned his attention to what was going on outside of the car. His thoughts raced back to earlier in the day. He couldn't get out of his mind the way that Dean had looked at him, his blue eyes wide and staring intently at him. Almost like he was a piece of meat. It made him feel special that two members of his favourite band remembered who he was but it also disturbed him a little because he knew he was no one special. "I'm no one. Why the fuck would they remember me?"

"I dunno man." Corey mused as he turned the corner onto the street that was one step closer to their apartment. "You really must have made an impression on them."

"They both remembered I take photos too." Seth turned back to look at Corey who let out another short laugh. "It's so weird that these two guys from my favourite band remember these small details about my shitty life. But at the same time it's fucking awesome and all I want to do is scream and jump around."

Corey laughed louder this time while he pulled into their apartment complex. "Oh please do. So I can film it and laugh at you for the rest of your life."

Seth rolled his eyes. He didn't even bother responding while Corey pulled the car into the spot next to Seth's black Nissan. The pair made small talk as they left the car park and caught the lift up to their apartment. Corey opened the door and carefully looked around the suspiciously quiet apartment. He let out a sigh of relief before he went to drop his bag in his room.

Seth walked towards the kitchen, dropping his items from his pockets on the dining table on the way. He went to grab the fridge door when he saw a note pinned to the front of the large white fridge with a bright yellow magnet. He recognized the handwriting and knew immediately that it belonged to Emma. He read the note and couldn't help the smirk that his lips curled into. He looked up when he heard Corey shuffling into the kitchen. "So, do Emma and Paige know each other?"

Corey's forehead creased slightly as he took in Seth's words. "They might."

Seth scoffed. "They're friends aren't they?"

Corey rolled his eyes and pushed past his friend to get to the fridge. "It doesn't matter what they are to each other."

"I bet they are best friends, right?" Seth grinned. He grabbed the handle of the fridge and kept the white appliance closed. He handed Corey the letter his girlfriend had stuck to the fridge. "And you're gonna drive a wedge right between them."

"Just fucking leave it Seth." Corey fumed. He read through the note quickly, a look of anger and frustration on his face. "I'm having a shower. Fucking cook me something to eat!"

Seth watched his best friend storm out of the room. He knew he should have felt bad for being a bit of an asshole to Corey but sometimes Corey needed it. He finally opened the fridge and had a look around inside of it. He licked his lips as his eyes settled on the two steaks that were sitting at the front of the second shelf. He checked the expiration date before pulling them out and sitting them on the counter.

He could hear the loud blaring music coming from Corey's room and immediately recognized the song. A smirk grew across his lips when he realized it was Justice. He sang along with the song while he prepared dinner, peeling potatoes and stringing beans while his few pans heated up. His mind was trying to remain focused on cooking dinner but he could only think about what Corey had revealed to him. His mind was trying to wrap around it as he chopped up the rather large potatoes into quarters before dropping it into the boiling pot of water on the stove.

He had just put the steaks into his heated fry pan and the beans into the steamer when he heard the sound of feet hurriedly rushing out towards him. He turned around to see Corey standing there. He had no t-shirt on and only a pair of basketball shorts, his hair still wet and clinging to his face. Corey's eyes were wide as dinner plates and his mouth was wide open as if he was letting out a silent scream. He looked both excited and shocked. He noticed that his friend just so happened to be holding his iPhone. "What?"

"Seth. You have to see this!" Corey finally spoke after a moment. The excitement was very visible behind his light green eyes. He held out his phone for Seth to take.

Seth took the black iPhone from his friend warily and glanced at the screen. It was open on Corey's twitter profile and there was a tweet at the top that Corey had just retweeted from Justice. His eyes widened as he read the text there.

'Want to be Justice's tour photographer on our next world tour? Tweet us your work and we will pick the winner next Tuesday #JusticeWorldTour'

Seth almost dropped the phone in shock as he re-read the tweet a few times to let the words sink in. Now there was no way in hell that that was just a coincidence. He looked up at Corey, his brown eyes wide before he handed the phone to his best friend. "Dude. What. The. Fuck."

Corey grinned back at him. "I know!"

"Should I, you know, enter it?" Seth asked quietly. He dropped his gaze from his friend and turned his attention back to dinner. He flipped the steaks over and checked on the potatoes.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure this contest was created for you, you fucking idiot." Corey laughed again. "I don't know why the hell they didn't just ask you to do it while they were in the shop though. Fucking idiots."

Seth shrugged. He knew it was stupid to hype himself up into believing that he was the reason that they created the competition despite how coincidental it seemed. He turned to check on the meat. He flattened the meat down against the base of the fry pan with his pair of tongs, the meat making a loud sizzling noise before he moved to check the rest of the food. He glanced back over at Corey who was checking his phone eagerly.

"You better submit something soon. There's heaps of people that have already posted pictures and they only tweeted the announcement less than thirty minutes ago." Corey mumbled. He moved to sit at the dining table. His eyes still glued to his cell phone as he waited for dinner to be ready.

A few minutes later and Seth was walking over to their small, dining table. He placed a plate down in front of Corey before taking a seat in front of his own plate. He glanced over at Corey when he heard the slightly older man already shoveling food into his mouth. "You're welcome, asshole."

Roman opened yet another bottle of beer before he took a sip. The whole band was at Punk's house tonight for dinner but instead of socializing with the rest of the band and their respective partners, Dean was sitting on the computer, staring eagerly at the screen. He closed the distance between himself and his lead guitarist. His feet barely made a noise as he walked so he was able to sneak up behind the slightly younger man and get a better look at what was so damn captivating. "You know, we came here to hang out not watch you sit on the computer for hours." His smooth voice made Dean's head snap back around to look up at him.

"I was just checking how the competition was going." Dean answered simply. He reached for his bottle of beer that was sitting next to the keyboard.

"Why are we doing this stupid competition anyway?" Roman asked. He watched the way that Dean shifted uncomfortably in the plush leather chair as he took a long sip from his beer. "You and Punk are up to something."

Dean turned around to shoot Roman an incredulous look. "We just thought it would be a good idea to give something back to our fans. Is there something wrong with that?"

Roman's eyes flicked up to the screen when he saw a notification pop up. "Look another entry."

Dean's head snapped around and he clicked on the link. His blue eyes widened when he saw Seth had finally entered after a few hours. He clicked on the picture with mild interest. He smirked when he saw it just so happened to be a picture of their band performing. The little sycophant. "Yes." He said quietly.

"Hang on." Roman's hand smacked Dean's off the mouse. He moved the mouse to click on the profile of the contest entrant that Dean seemed so interested in. He waited for a moment for the profile to load before he groaned. "Not this kid again."

Dean turned to his bassist and glared. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know damn well what it means." Roman snapped. "You've been obsessed with this kid since we met him."

Dean scoffed. "I'm not obsessed with anyone."

Roman scoffed himself. "Alright well what the hell makes him so damn interesting that you make sure none of us forget his name?"

"I didn't make you do anything!" Dean snapped. "Look, he's just a cool kid okay?"

Roman scoffed again. "What the fuck are you and Punk planning with this kid? And don't think that I haven't forgotten he likes to take photos."

Dean rolled his eyes and stood up, closing the windows on the computer. "Punk and I aren't planning anything. We just thought that we should give something back to our fans. It's just a coincidence that he happens to be into photography and we did a photo contest."

Roman balked. "Do you think I'm fucking stupid?" He stopped for a moment and let out a short laugh. "You know it's kinda funny that you put more effort into this kid that you try and play down than you do with your own girlfriend."

Dean growled. He barged past Roman, ignoring the older man's catcalls as he headed out of the study and to the backyard. He completely bypassed his own girlfriend, who was in a conversation with Punk's girl and went straight for his lead singer. He moved right up close to Punk's ear before he spoke. "Guess who just entered the contest?"

Punk's mouth curled into a grin while he turned his head to look at Dean, his light green eyes meeting Dean's icy blues in an intense stare off. "Looks like we have a winner."

Seth clicked the 'post' button before he let out a deep breath he didn't realize he was holding. He didn't even know why he was so nervous. If Corey was right, then this competition was his to win but he didn't quite believe his oldest friend. It was definite rarity if Corey was ever right. But there was a strange sort of feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was almost apprehensive and definitely anxious as he waited. He didn't really know why he was waiting or what he was waiting for and realized he was being stupid.

He stood up and walked over to his bed where his towel was hanging over the side of his wooden bed. He glanced at his screen one last time and re-read his caption underneath the picture. It read 'My entry to JusticeOfficial's contest. This is Justice back when they played in Davenport two years ago #JusticeWorldTour'

He walked out of the door just in time to miss his screen flash up with a notification of a new private message. He headed towards the shower. He didn't see Corey in the living room and assumed that he must have been in his bedroom. He didn't think on it as he casually strolled into the bathroom, shutting the white door with a soft snap as he stepped inside.

He had a million thoughts rushing through his mind as he got changed out of his clothes, dropping them on the floor before he turned on the shower. He fiddled with the knobs until he was happy with the temperature before he stepped inside of the small cubicle, letting the glass door close as he stood under the water. Despite the warm temperature outside, the hot water worked wonders for him. He could feel the jets working though the tense muscles in his shoulders while he both washed his hair and body.

His eyes slid shut as he washed the mango scented body wash off his body. He couldn't help the way his mind wandered to earlier in the day when Dean had walked into the shop. The way that the lead guitarists body looked, all glistening in sweat and those basketball shorts that hung low on his hips but not low enough to show anything. Although Seth could clearly see the outline of Dean's cock through the thin material. The very thick, long outline.

He let out a low moan that was engulfed by the sound of the water running as he wrapped a hand around his already hard cock. His hand worked along his aching member, pumping hard and quick while he imagined many situations he'd like to get the older man in. He imagined being on his knees for the lead guitarist, imagined what Dean would taste like as his cock throbbed inside of Seth's mouth, imagined what his facial expressions would be like as he got pleasured, imagined what his face would look like as he shot his load right down Seth's throat. The mere thought of tasting Dean forced Seth's hand to move quicker up and down his length until he was shooting his load against the tiled wall of the shower.

It wasn't until he'd come down from his high and he'd opened his eyes did he suddenly feel ashamed of himself. Even though the evidence of what he'd just done had now been washed away down the drain, he felt very guilty. Here he was standing in the shower, hand still wrapped around his cock, masturbating over a very heterosexual man that would never allow him to do the things Seth's mind often wandered to. He felt like a fucking idiot. A stupid, perverted, fangirling idiot.

He finished up with his shower before he headed back to his room. Corey was out of his room this time, sprawled out on one of the couches as he watched some crime show on their flat screen television. He walked past him and back into his room where he closed the door with a soft snap. He threw his clothes into his dirty clothes hamper before he went over to his chest of drawers to retrieve a pair of underpants. He pulled on a pair of black boxer briefs that he planned on sleeping in.

He walked over to his computer once he was changed and looked on in curiosity when he saw he had a new message. He sat down as he opened it and lucky he did when he saw it was from the official Justice account. 'Great photo Seth, thanks for your entry into the competition! Good luck!' his heart started to race as he re-read the message about a hundred times before he decided to close the window and not reply.

He opened his door and slowly walked over to where Corey was sitting on the couch. He sat on the other one, his body plopping down into the plush material. He felt weird and he had no idea why. He turned to look at his friend who was already staring at him curiously. "I submitted my picture and I got a message back to say thanks."

"I didn't get a message back!" Corey laughed.

"You entered?" Seth's heart was beating faster now.

"Yeah, just for fun even though you have it in the bag." Corey laughed again. He turned the volume on the television down for the moment.

"I do not." Seth laughed nervously. "Heaps of people could have gotten messages of thanks back."

"I doubt it." Corey snorted. "Just don't forget me when you're this famous photographer Seth."

Seth rolled his eyes at his friend's drama. "You're acting like I've won already."

"How about this, if you are the winner, then you have to get a tattoo of my name somewhere on your body." Corey grinned at him.

"Well if I don't win, then you have to get my name tattooed somewhere on you." Seth challenged. His heart was beating so fast. He only had the one tattoo on his back and he wanted to keep it that way.

"Deal." Corey reached his hand across and they shook on their proposed deal. "We'll see whose laughing next Tuesday."

TBC

A/N: and the plot thickens. Thanks to everyone for reading/reviewing/following/making this a favourite. GatesVengeance x