Part 4:
Rating: M
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Dean grumbled as he took a sip of the bitter black coffee in the white, porcelain mug that was sitting in front of him. It was barely past seven and he'd been up for almost an hour already thanks to one of his team mates. He took another sip from his cup, letting out a satisfied sigh as the hot drink slipped down the back of his throat. He glanced over at Roman and Seth who were chatting excitedly about something or another, his eyes narrowing slightly at the way that the two older men could be so awake at such an ungodly hour.
He'd been happily asleep until the loud, shrill sound of Seth's phone ringing made him sit bolt upright. The sound of guitars, drums and a man screaming rang out through the small room but the younger, two-toned coloured haired man didn't even make an attempt to move, only yawned and buried his head back into the comfortable pillows. Dean groaned and climbed across the bed, reaching for the black iPhone. He slid his finger across the screen and answered the device, snapping a rough "What?" as his greeting, not worried for who might be on the other end.
"Are you with Seth?" Roman's voice spoke softly down the line.
"Yeah, he's fuckin' sleeping next to me." Dean groaned, rubbing his long fingers across his temples. "What do you want, man?"
"Seth was supposed to come for a run with me this morning. I was just seeing where he was." Roman's voice sounded strangely irritated but Dean was too tired to care for his other team mate's feelings.
"He's not really in the condition to walk, let alone run." Dean laughed slightly. "We'll work out when we get the next city, alright? I'm going back to bed man."
"No you're not. I'm coming down to your room." Roman had said simply before he hung up the phone.
Dean had barely been able to get the younger man up and out of bed to get their clothes on by the time Roman knocked on the door. The older, larger Samoan man walked through the door and saw the clear evidence of their activities from last night. There were clothes thrown in every direction while their backpacks lay abandoned in the middle of the room. Roman laughed as he looked them both over, his lips curling up as he saw the love bites on Seth's neck and shoulder. "You two have been busy." Was all he said before they made their way down to the hotel restaurant to have breakfast.
Dean took another sip of the black, sugarless coffee as he watched his two team mates interact with one another. They were chatting away happily while they ate their breakfast. Roman glanced over at him and gave him a strange look. "I might get something else. Are you eating Ambrose?"
Dean groaned. "Once I wake up, maybe."
Roman stood up. "Do you want anything while I'm up? Toast? Fruit?"
Dean yawned. "Can you get me some cornflakes? And get me full cream milk not the skim shit that Rollins has."
Seth rolled his eyes. "Less calories man."
Roman merely nodded and left the table, his plate in hand as he walked over to where the breakfast was being served. There were a few of their co-workers up already but not many. Dean noticed that Punk was awake and looking over at them intensely. He shrugged it off and turned his attention back to Seth who was looking at him in a concerned sort of way. "What?"
"You're such a grumpy fucker." Seth mumbled as he turned his attention back to his plate of fruit. He picked up the banana and peeled back the skin before he lifted it up to his lips. His brown eyes flicked to Dean's face and watched the flicker of excitement behind the baby blues that were watching his every move. He was going to have fun with this. He moved the tip of the banana up to his lips, his tongue peeking out to lick at the tip before he pushed his mouth down the length of the fruit, deep throating it. He heard the growl from the older man and pulled his mouth back up to the tip and bit off a chunk, swallowing the tasty piece of fruit. "Hmm, did you say something?" He asked innocently.
Dean move into the seat next to Seth and looked into those brown eyes that were trying to be innocent but were failing miserably. "It should be illegal for you to eat bananas."
"But they taste so good." Seth grinned, biting another chunk off. "Almost as good as your banana."
"If we weren't in a room full of people..." Dean trailed off, his right hand subtly moving across Seth's left thigh and rubbing against the half-hard bulge he found in the skinny jeans.
Seth gasped. "What? What would you do to me?"
Dean leaned forward and down a little to that his lips were against Seth's ears. "I'd pile this whole table up with food and just fuck you hard into it."
Seth turned his head to meet Dean's gaze, his bottom lip pulled into his mouth. "I want to kiss you."
"We can't." Dean said quietly. "There's too many people around."
"I don't care." Seth said quietly, moving his head forward an inch so that their lips were almost touching. "Can I kiss you on the cheek?"
Dean glanced around to make sure there was no one looking. He leant forward and pressed his lips to Seth's bearded cheek for just a second. He glanced around and smiled, his heart beating quicker when he realized that no one had seen them. His smile grew as he saw Seth's face, a clear look of happiness radiating from him just as Roman reappeared back at the table, carrying a plate and Dean's bowl of cereal.
Dean lifted his right hand and took the small bowl of cereal. "Thanks man."
"So how long has this been going on, then?" Roman asked, gesturing between them as he took a bite of his toast.
Seth's face coloured and he dropped his gaze from the larger man, instead focusing on his plate of fruit in front of him, leaving Dean to answer.
"You were there to see the start of it." Dean answered as he ate a spoonful of his cereal.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Roman said quietly. "I thought you'd been going at it for months."
Dean laughed. "Nah man."
Roman nodded before he looked at Seth who was still picking at his fruit. "Oh and Seth?" He started, a smile on his lips as the younger man looked up at him. "You sure have an interesting way to eat a banana."
Dean laughed again, louder this time as he watched Seth go an even darker shade of red. He didn't care that there was plenty of people looking over at him and Roman as they laughed loudly as Seth flushed darker still and hid his face in his hands. Roman raised his hand and Dean reached across and smacked their hands together in a loud noise.
A few hours later and they were boarding their flight to the next city. They had barely managed to get through the departure lounge without the crazy obsessed fans bombarding them with pictures and their declarations of love. They were able to board the flight fine and get settled into their seats fine. The three men were happy that they had been allocated to sit next to each other again and that they were right up the back and surrounded by their co-workers. It usually deterred fans from coming up if they were right up the back.
The flight was going to be at least a few hours long and when Roman fell asleep not thirty minutes into their trip, Dean couldn't help all the not-so innocent thoughts that crossed his mind as he watched Seth play some stupid game on his iPad. He looked around the plane and once he saw that no one was looking, he reached his hand underneath the blanket set had across his lap and started to rub Seth's crotch through the denim.
Seth almost dropped his beloved tablet as he looked at Dean, his brown eyes wide as he felt the sensual touches start to get rougher and rougher as his cock grew harder and harder. He leant his head close to Dean and whispered, "Right here? Right fuckin' here?"
"Get in the bathroom. I want to wrap my hands around that thick cock." Dean whispered back, licking his lips as he moved to stand up.
Seth stood up first, shoving his tablet back into his back pack as he squeezed past the sleeping form of Roman Reigns and headed towards the bathroom, hoping that his bulge wasn't too visible. Dean followed him after half a moment, barely squeezing his big frame past the sleeping larger man as he quickly closed the distance between him and Seth. He looked back and opened the door, forcing the younger man inside of the small space, locking the door as soon as it shut.
Dean didn't waste any time in pressing their lips together, his hands grabbing at the side of the attractive man's face to force their mouths together. He swiped his tongue across Seth's bottom lip and moaned softly as he pressed the pink muscle inside of Seth's warm mouth. He felt Seth's hands move down to his hips and immediately start to unbutton Dean's dark blue jeans. His long fingers made short work of the button and fly before he eased them down along with his black boxer briefs so that they were sitting just above his knees.
Dean broke the kiss first and moved to unbutton Seth's skinny leg black jeans. A smirk pulling on his lips as he unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans before pulling them down with Seth's bright blue briefs. "You and your fucking skinny jeans."
"Do you not like them?" Seth asked quietly as his hand moved to start pumping up and down on the older man's cock.
"I don't want you in anything else." Dean panted as he wrapped his own hand around Seth's erection, pumping slowly. "Except maybe nothing at all."
He pressed their lips together again as he continued moving his wrist up and down Seth's thick length, his wrist twisting every time he pulled up. His open mouth swallowed all of Seth's soft moans as their eyes slid shut once more and they pressed their bodies closer together. They both moaned as their cocks touched. Dean smacked Seth's hand away from his cock and instead encouraged the younger man to grab at his hips as he took control of the situation.
He felt Seth's fingers move around to his ass and squeeze, pulling their hips closer together as Dean's hands moved up and down on both of their cocks. He moaned as Seth grabbed a hold of his muscular behind and picked up the pace of his hand. His wrist twisted back and forth as he continued moving up and down their shafts, the heads of their cocks pressed together making shivers run down both of their spines.
"Dean." Seth moaned softly, breaking their kiss as he buried his face into the older man's neck, his hands digging in hard enough to the muscular ass to leave nail marks all along the thick cheeks. "That feels so good."
"You have to be quiet baby." Dean mumbled softly, his hand picking up pace as his hips rocked back and forth. He moved one of his hands down and started to massage Seth's heavy balls into his hand, his long fingers rubbing gently along the sensitive skin as he felt the death grip Seth had on his ass tighten considerably. He heard another moan leave the younger man's mouth as he moved faster again, his fingers squeezing just that little bit tighter around the base of his cock as he continued pumping his wrist. "Someone's gonna hear us."
"Good." Seth mumbled back, pressing his lips to Dean's neck as he moved one of his hands around to Dean's ball sack. He squeezed his fingers around the sensitive area, kneading the skin between his finger tips as he heard Dean let out a low moan that was a little louder than he expected. "I think you want us to be caught."
Dean moaned softly again, his fist working double time on Seth's hard cock while his fingers rolled the two testicles gently. He knew Seth was close already, he could feel the way that the other man's breathing changed, could feel the way his fingers gripped at him tighter. He could see the way that Seth's body started to tense and his balls drew up closer to body. He could feel Seth's cock throb in his grasp while his own pressed aggressively back against Seth's.
He twisted his wrist again around the swollen head and felt as Seth moved his mouth forward to nip and his neck. He continued pumping hard and faster, that mouth breathing heavily on his neck as he started pumping away with reckless abandon, his own cock neglected for the moment to get Seth off. He desperately wanted to see the look on Seth's face as he came and was worried he might not get his wish if the younger man kept his head buried in his neck.
"Lift your head. I want to see you." Dean spoke sharply, Seth's head raising immediately as Dean continued working his hand up and down.
It only took a few more jerks of his wrist before Seth was cumming, his head thrown back as he let out the quietest of moans of Dean's name. Dean continued pumping, watching as that white cum started to spurt everywhere. He tried to catch most of it on his hand but some of it ended up on Seth's black shirt. As soon as he was sure Seth was finished, he dropped his hand and moved it to his own cock, smearing Seth's delicious cum all over his throbbing erection.
Seth opened his eyes and gasped as he watched Dean. He watched the way Dean jerked himself off at such a quick and erratic pace that made his mouth water in anticipation. His fingers were still kneading on Dean's testicles, rubbing the sensitive area to get the older man off. He watched carefully the way that Dean's arm muscles bulged from out of the side of his navy t-shirt, his arms hard as they worked aggressively on his own desire.
He let out a moan of his own as he watched Dean cum, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out a soft groan of "oh, fuck yes" as he came, the white cum directed to landing mostly on Seth's exposed and now flaccid cock but some of it landed on his shirt. He tried to be angry, truth was he actually fucking pissed off that Dean had cum on his t-shirt, but he couldn't. Not with the way that Dean smiled innocently at him, a light laugh leaving his lips as he lifted his hand up to his mouth and licked off the remainder of Seth's cum from his hand.
"You came on my shirt." Seth said quietly after a minute.
"I'll give you my jacket when we get back out there, just wash it off." Dean said quietly, reaching across the younger man to grab at some of the toilet paper, wiping his cock clean before handing some to Seth to do the same.
They both paused as they heard a sharp knocking on the other side of the door. Dean's heart rate increased dramatically as he tried to think of a plausible excuse. "Wet your face. If anyone asks, you were feeling sick."
Seth did as he was told, cleaning his shirt quickly before splashing some of the cold liquid onto his face. They pulled their pants up and gave each other a brief nod before Dean reached for the door, unlocking it and opening it.
Dean was surprised to see CM Punk standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face as he stepped out of the toilet. "What's so funny?" He asked as he stepped past the older man, letting Seth stand next to him.
"You two are worse than fucking teenagers." Punk commentated, the grin staying on his face as he looked at both of them.
Dean shrugged as he tried to remain calm. "Seth's been sick actually."
"Oh I'm sure he has." Punk said sarcastically. "Nothing that Dr. Ambrose can't make better with his cock, hey Rollins?"
Seth flushed red again and dropped eye contact which only made Punk grin more.
"I've almost caught you a couple of times now. Maybe you should let me watch one time boys?" Punk pressed, grinning as he watched Seth squirm more.
"You couldn't keep up with us, old man." Dean shot back quickly. "C'mon Seth."
Dean lead the short way back to their seats and climbed across the still sleeping Roman before Seth did the same thing. He dug around his back pack and pulled out the thin, black hoodie that had the letters 'CZW' in red across the front.
Seth pulled the hoodie over his head before he realized what was actually on the jumper. "Now everyone will definitely know we're fucking around."
Dean creased his brow. "So?"
"I didn't say that was a bad thing." Seth said quietly, pulling out his iPad and started playing one of his games.
A/N: yay for days off which means I get to update. Thanks for reading/reviewing/following/making this a favourite. GatesVengeance x