Chapter 9:

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.

Seth was sitting out on his balcony, his brown eyes looking out at the sun that was setting over the beach. He lifted his glass of sparkling water up to his lips and took a long sip from it. There was a small smile on his lips but he felt like he was missing something. Or someone. He let out a sigh and pulled out his phone, a little disappointed to see that there was no text there.

Ever since last Friday, his thoughts had been completely fixated on Dean. He had a new spring in his step while he was at work, an irreplaceable smile that didn't seem to want to go away. His heart seemed to speed up when he thought of the older man, his smile growing wider each time he thought about their first date while his pants seemed to tighten every time he remembered all their kisses throughout their date. He knew it was only two more days until their second date but he didn't think he could wait, hell, he knew he couldn't wait.

He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts on his phone, settling on the name of his friend. He tapped the screen, dialing the number before holding the phone up to his ear. He heard the phone ring at least five times before it was finally picked up.

"Hey Seth." Wade's voice greets from the other end. "What's up?"

"Not too much." Seth answers. "I'm just sitting here on my balcony looking out at the sunset and thinking I'd rather be somewhere else."

"Yeah cause looking out at the beach must be bloody terrible." Wade snorts and Seth can tell without seeing him that the British man is rolling is eyes. "And where would you rather be?"

"I think I might go out tonight." Seth responded although it didn't really answer the question.

"Would that be to see a certain bartender?" Wade asked.

"Maybe." Seth said quietly. "I was ringing to see if you wanted to come out tonight with me?"

"As much fun as it would be to be the third wheel tonight I can't come." Wade answered. "Shea's sister Becky is in town for a few days this week and we're going out for dinner once the pair of 'em finish getting ready." Seth heard Sheamus's voice in the background and then heard Wade's laugh carry through the line. "Yeah well bloody hurry up Sheamus! The reservation is at seven-thirty and we'll be here all night until you finish doing your hair!" Wade called back to his boyfriend with the phone held slightly away from his mouth. "You know you don't need someone to go with you to go and see Dean, right?"

Seth shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "I know." He said quietly. "I just don't want to bother him."

"Seth. Please." Wade said shortly. "I'm sure this guy won't worry too much about you bothering him. Just go see him."

"Do you think I should?" Seth asked. "I mean, the last time I went to see a guy I was dating without letting them know, he was in bed with another guy."

"I highly doubt that will happen Seth. It will be fine." Wade reassured his friend. "Look. I have to go. These two have finally decided that they're ready. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll see you then." Seth responded before hanging up the phone.

He took one last look at the scene in front of him, the picturesque view giving him some sort of clarity. He knew that sitting here tonight by himself was going to achieve nothing and it was high time that he stopped dwelling on what had happened in the past and live for the moment instead. He wanted to go and see Dean tonight so that's what he was going to do.

He stood up from his seat and grabbed his now empty glass and his phone before heading back inside. He shut the glass sliding door behind him as he stepped into his bedroom, carefully placing his glass and phone on his bedside table before he turned his attention to his full length mirror and wardrobe. He took in his reflection for a moment. He was dressed in only a pair of sweat pants and an old, ratty t-shirt. That needed to change immediately if he was going to see Dean.

He moved over to his chest of drawers and dug out a pair of dark denim skinny leg jeans and a charcoal coloured v-neck t-shirt. He quickly changed, spraying on some deodorant and cologne before he made the short trip into his ensuite bathroom. He reached for his toothbrush and the toothpaste, brushing his teeth in record time before he grabbed the mouthwash. Once he'd spat out the mouthwash, he glanced at his reflection. He ran his brush through his hair, settling to have a low bun at the base of his skull.

He looked at himself in the reflective surface one last time before he was finally happy. He grabbed his phone and the glass from the bedside table, phone sliding into his impossibly tight pants while he carried the glass downstairs, pit stopping only in the kitchen to sit the glass next to the sink. He grabbed his car keys from their usual spot in the living room and made his way to the front door, sliding on a pair of black canvas shoes with no laces.

He opened up the door and stepped into the garage, unlocking his car before sliding into the driver's seat. He had a smile on his face as he sat in the driver's seat. There was a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach but there was also the feeling of excitement. He only hoped that Dean was even there tonight and he wasn't wasting his time by going down there. He started up the car and clicked the door to his automatic garage, reversing out and clicking the button to close the door before he started the short drive from his house to Dean's bar.

The music was blaring from the speakers inside of his sports car but he found that even listening to his favourite band was doing nothing to quell his nerves. His hands were gripping tightly on the steering wheel the entire drive to the small bar, his heart starting to pound in his chest. He'd only ever done this kind of thing before once and it hadn't had the best outcome so the fear that he was about to walk into a situation he didn't want to, even though he and Dean had only been on one date, was at the forefront of his mind.

He pulled his car into a park that was only a minutes walk from Dean's bar and he turned off the car. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heartbeat and his nervous stomach. After what felt like an age, he finally got out of the car, making sure it was definitely locked before he started the short walk from his car to the bar. The closer he got to the establishment, the more nervous he got.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside of the small space. His eyes scoured around the place, his heart instantly sinking when he saw that Dean definitely wasn't in there. There wasn't too many people in there that night although he could hardly be surprised as it was a Tuesday night. His brown eyes finally settled on a man at the bar, the same bleached blonde guy that gave him filthy looks the first time he set foot in the place. He forced a smile with the blonde that was definitely not reciprocated and made his way up to the bar where the other man was standing, serving the few customers that were actually in there.

The blonde scowled at him as he approached the bar, his brow creased as he looked Seth up and down. "What are you doing here?"

Seth was definitely taken aback by that. "Uh. Okay." The blonde's facial expression didn't change. "I was just coming in to see Dean."

The blonde folded his arms across his chest. "Well. He's not here."

"Tyler. Stop being a little bitch." A brunette bartender walked over to where they both were and cut in. "He's in his office if you still want to see him?"

"Yeah." Seth nodded eagerly. "Thanks, um, I don't know your name."

"It's Zack." Zack responded with a friendly smile. "You can come with me if you want."

Seth looked over at the scowling Tyler one last time before following Zack down to the end of the bar and towards a door that had the words 'staff only' written on it. He caught up with the other man, Zack holding the door open for him to walk through. "Thanks." He said quietly. "I'm glad that you were willing to help me out unlike that other guy."

Zack laughed. "That's just Tyler." He said, turning around and looking at him. "He can get a little bratty sometimes and a little possessive. Especially when it comes to Dean."

Seth gave him a look. "What do you mean?"

"Uh. Well." Zack started. He realized immediately that what he'd just said was obviously not the right thing. "They're just really good friends and Tyler just looks out for him I guess." He shrugged. "And I'm guessing you're Seth, right?"

Seth nodded slowly. "Yeah. Why?"

"Dean's just mentioned you a few times that's all." Zack answered.

Seth couldn't deny the fact that his heart might have skipped a beat at those words. They were walking down a hallway that was dark in colour and fairly sparse in decor. There was a few doors that led to various different rooms that Seth presumed were either stock rooms or staff rooms.

The pair stopped right down the end of the hallway in front of a closed door. Zack lifted his hand up and knocked a few times on the heavy wood.

"It's open!" Dean's voice carried out into the hallway and Seth couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face.

Zack opened the door just wide enough to only show him. "Dean, bro." He smirked as he saw the look on his boss' face. "There's someone here to see you, bro."

Dean dropped his head into his hands. "Don't call me bro." He lifted his head back up to look at his other bartender. "You better not be the someone here to see me."

"Nah bro." Zack grinned and opened up the door to reveal Seth standing there.

Dean's eyes widened to see the younger man he'd taken on a date only a few days earlier standing in the doorway. His blue eyes raked up and down Seth's fit body, smirking at the tightness of the other mans jeans. "You can go Zack." He said, his eyes not leaving Seth. "Come in and shut the door Seth."

Seth felt a little nervous as he stepped into the small office. He closed the door behind him, more than aware that the blue eyes of the older man were locked on him and his every movement. He glanced around the small space, the walls in here a lighter colour than the hallway and was decorated with heavy coloured furniture. A big, dark wooden desk sat towards the back and took up most of the space. There was only one chair in the room and Dean was currently sitting on it behind his desk and it was in front of a computer.

"I'd take a seat somewhere but you seem to be sitting on the only one." Seth said, walking across the room and stopping in front of Dean's desk.

Dean dropped his eye contact from Seth for a moment to look at his desk. He grabbed the pile of papers that were on the edge of the desk and quickly stowed them away in one of the drawers. He patted the spot on the side of his desk. "I've got a spot right here."

Seth grinned and moved around to sit on the spot that Dean had cleared for him. His legs hung over the side of the desk as he faced the back wall and was merely inches away from the other man. "I hope you don't mind me turning up unannounced."

"Mind?" Dean balked. He pushed his office chair to the right and stopped when he was sitting right in front of Seth. "I feel like I've been waiting all week for it to be Thursday already and you decide to come in earlier to see me." He ran his hands along Seth's jean covered thighs and pushed himself up so that he was standing slightly over the younger man. And not nearly close enough to where he wanted to be. "I'm so glad you came in to see me."

Seth's brown orbs locked with Dean's. His breath caught in his throat. The feel of Dean's strong hands encasing his thick thighs felt so damn good. It felt almost a little too good. He watched Dean's gaze drop just slightly to his lips and he felt his heart skip a beat. He watched the other man's eyes lift once more, Dean's bottom lip getting tugged in between his teeth for a moment.

He saw Dean open his mouth to say something but before he could, Seth leaned forward and up, pressing their lips together. He felt his eyes flutter shut as he morphed into the kiss, their lips perfectly sliding together, mimicking each others movements, the same spine tingling excitement rocking through his core as he felt Dean's tongue swipe at his bottom lip.

Seth moaned when he felt the other mans tongue slip into his mouth. His hands immediately went up to grab at Dean's back, fingers digging at the strong muscle it found hidden underneath thin t-shirt material and pulling the other man's body in closer to his own. His legs spread a little wider and he allowed Dean to move in between them, Dean's hands sliding from the front of his thighs to the side to squeeze him and pull their bodies in closer.

Dean tilted his head to the side, tongue pushing in deeper and curling around Seth's. He'd never enjoyed kissing someone as much as what he did the brunette. His right hand moved from the side of Seth's thigh to slip underneath the younger man's shirt. His hand ran over the brunette's stomach, a groan escaping from his lips as he felt the clear definition of the hard muscle there. He needed to have more of this.

He pulled back from the kiss, stealing maybe one more soft peck before his blue eyes opened. He watched Seth's eyes reopen, a glazed over look appearing in them. He smirked while his hand slipped out from underneath Seth's shirt, fingers settling on the hem. "I gotta see what you've got under this shirt."

"Oh." Seth smirked, leaning forward to snatch a kiss from the other man. "Do you just?"

"Yeah. I do." Dean grinned, tugging slightly on the cotton material. "Are you gonna let me see?" He pressed a kiss to the corner of Seth's mouth, earning a gasp. He leaned into Seth, whispering into his ear. "I'm gonna take that as a yes."

He moved his other hand to the other side of the hem and lifted the shirt up and over Seth's head, flinging the shirt to the side. His hands instantly went to Seth's sides, fingers running up and down the sides of the toned body in front of him. He knew that being that Seth was a gym owner that he'd have a good body, he just didn't expect it to be this good. "Fuck you're hot."

"Thanks." Seth let out a short laugh. His hands slid down to the front of Dean's white t-shirt. "I think its your turn now."

Dean didn't need to be told twice and he reached down immediately and pulled his shirt up and over his head, allowing it to drop behind him. He knew he didn't have quite as good a body as Seth's but he knew his was good. He held his hands out. "What do you think?"

Seth's hands went straight to Dean's hips. "I don't need to tell you you're hot."

"You could." Dean grinned. "It'd stroke my ego a bit."

"I'd much rather stroke something else." Seth retorted immediately.

Dean reached forward and grabbed Seth's hand, pushing it to his crotch and rubbing the palm against his covered cock. "Something like this?"

"Yeah." Seth breathed out, his own cock stirring in his jeans. He reached forward and grabbed Dean's other hand and pushed it towards his crotch. "Don't forget about me."

Dean's hand rubbed palm first against Seth's crotch, fingers squeezing around the growing length. "I could never forget about you."

Seth pushed his hips up against Dean's hand. He could already feel his cock hardening from just the slightest of touches and he'd be embarrassed if he didn't feel the same thing happening in Dean's jeans. His other hand reached forward and grabbed for Dean's belt, fingers easily undoing the leather belt, tugging it out from the belt loops and letting it drop before his hands went to work on the button and fly. He lifted his gaze to look up at the older man, the blue orbs already fixed on him.

He heard the zip being pulled down, breaking the silence. The room was quiet, heavy with anticipation. "Need to see you." His voice was quiet, almost desperate as he broke eye contact with Dean and focused on the pair of jeans. He hooked a finger in each side and pulled the thick material down to sit roughly in the middle of Dean's thighs. He felt his eyes widen, his mouth water as he looked at the noticeable bulge in Dean's bright red boxer briefs.

He ran the palm of his hand across the bulge, a wet spot forming on the outside as he gave the length a squeeze. He looked up as he heard the deep groan get pulled from the base of Dean's throat, causing a soft moan to leave his throat. He pulled the briefs down and out of the way, audibly swallowing as he watched Dean's cock flop out and stand flat against his toned stomach. His hand reached out, fingers wrapping around the hot flesh and he squeezed, working the cock slowly. His eyes were transfixed on the swollen head, the slit almost goading him to lean forward and take it all the way down his throat.

He moaned at that. "Can I?"

"Can you what?" Dean's voice was thick with lust. "Tell me what you want to do."

Seth's eyes tore away from Dean's cock for a moment to look in the pools of blue. "I want to suck you."

Dean smirked. "Why don't you then?"

Seth grinned. "Sit on the chair." He said, watching as Dean did exactly as he said, pushing his underpants down just a little bit further so that he was sitting bare assed on the chair. Seth pushed himself up and off the desk and slowly dropped to his knees. He suddenly felt a little nervous once more. It had been a while since he'd done this and even longer since he'd been this eager to do it. He placed each hand on either of Dean's thighs, squeezing the thick muscle. He glanced one last time up at the older man. "You're clean, right?"

"I wouldn't let you do it if I wasn't." Dean answered. One of his hands reached down the stroke the side of Seth's face, fingers moving across the younger man's lips. His thumb traced Seth's bottom lip. "Such pretty lips." He said quietly. "Show me what they can do."

Seth smirked. His right hand moved forward and wrapped around the base of Dean's cock. He stroked the thick length a few times before he leaned forward, lips enveloping the tip of the head, sucking hard for a few seconds before he pushed his mouth as far down as he could go. He let out a soft moan as the tip pushed against the back of his throat. He dragged his mouth back up, lingering on the head for only a moment more before he pushed all the way back down, this time swallowing all the way down to the base, his hand moving out of the way and instead resting on Dean's balls.

"Fuck. Seth." Dean's right hand moved from the side of Seth's face to thread through the younger man's hair, fingers digging into the back of his head. Seth's mouth felt amazing, the tandem movements of his mouth bobbing up and down while the suction of his lips alternated on each move up and down. Suck hard on the slide down and release on the way back up. Oh fuck. He didn't think he'd ever had it this good before.

He glanced down, his stomach doing back flips as he was met by a pair of brown eyes that were glazed over in lust. He felt his stomach clench as he watched his dick get swallowed down, only to have it pushed out a few seconds later. Again and again. He let out a deep groan, his stomach clenching as felt Seth's skilled fingers rub the sensitive skin of his balls just right.

He let out another groan, his hips instinctively bucking up and finding the back of Seth's throat. He heard the moan that buzzed around his cock from the younger man. He took this as his queue to do push his hips up again, seeking the back of Seth's warm, wet mouth once more. He heard another moan come from Seth and he moved his other hand to the back of the brunette's head, holding him steady while he pushed his hips up and out of that heavenly mouth.

"Yeah Seth. Just like that." Dean groaned, his hips pistoning in and out of Seth's mouth while the younger man just swallowed around it. He could feel the brunette's fingers playing with his balls, rubbing them while he got face fucked and that thought only turned Dean on more. Seth's mouth was too sweet for this, his lips sucking around him in just the right way. He could feel the coil that was deep in the pit of his stomach start to uncoil, his climax building with every push of his hips upwards.

"I'm so close Seth." Dean's voice was almost a little shaky. "If you don't want to swallow, pull off."

Seth didn't pull off and that only made Dean's orgasm build up faster. He could feel Seth's other hand gripping at his thigh for dear life, the pressure from Seth's fingers only adding to the bounty of sensations he was already feeling. Everything just felt so right. Seth's mouth around his cock, Seth's fingers on his balls. Seth.

Seth had his eyes open wide as he watched Dean come apart from just his mouth. He felt the older man's thrusts into his mouth start to get a little rigid, could hear the telltale hard and heavy breathing speed up while it was mixed in with moans, groans, gasps and his name being repeated over and over again. He knew Dean was right on the edge and he wanted to make sure that it was all him as he pushed him over the edge. His mouth sucked harder around the thick cock in his mouth, desperate for a proper taste of the other man.

Dean couldn't hold on if he tried. He pushed his hips in and out of Seth's mouth a few more times before his orgasm took over him. He let out a loud groan of Seth's name as he spilled his seed right into the younger man's mouth, his hands staying planted on the back of the brunette's head as he came down from his high.

After a few deep breaths, he moved his hands away, allowing Seth to pull away. He glanced down at the younger man, his brown eyes still full of lust, his jeans straining over his crotch. "Pull your pants down and sit on my lap."

Seth didn't need to be told twice. He watched Dean carefully, the other man looking completely satisfied, a smug grin plastered on his face as sat almost boneless in his office chair. He kept his gaze on the older man as he undid his pants, his fingers hooking into the side of his jeans and tugging them down to his knees along with his black briefs.

He saw Dean sit up a little more as he closed the gap between them once more and slid onto Dean's lap, legs sitting astride of the other man's. He instantly felt the blonde's hands reach around and grab at his ass, fingers digging into his muscular cheeks and pulling him closer so that they were chest to chest, eyes locking, lips almost touching.

Dean leaned in this time to capture Seth's lips with his own. Their mouths moved in tandem, sucking over each other while Dean slipped his tongue in. He moaned at the touch of their tongues. He could taste himself on Seth's tongue and it only made it all the sweeter. He could also feel Seth's cock rubbing against his stomach, the scent of his arousal quickly filling the room.

He pulled back from the kiss, teeth nipping at Seth's bottom lip one last time before his hand slid around to wrap around the younger man's dick. He gave it a firm squeeze, delighted in the noise that left Seth's mouth. His other hand left Seth's ass and he opened the drawer behind them, fumbling around for the bottle of lube he always kept there. He pulled his hand off of the thick length for a moment and squeezed a small amount of lube on his right hand, discarding the bottle once he was done.

"You keep a bottle of lube in your office?" Seth grinned, his grin faltering slightly when he felt the firm hand grip at his cock once more. "How often are you doing this at work?"

"I only do it with the pretty ones." Dean answered. His strokes started slow but firm, his wrist twisting at just the right time on each stroke up and down. He watched Seth's cheeks flush red, his lips part as he let out a soft moan. "You like this, huh?"

"Yeah." Seth breathed. His hands found a spot on Dean's shoulders, fingers digging into the strong muscles.

"Tell me what else you like." Dean smirked. His hand started moving a little bit faster, fingers squeezing around Seth's cock. The younger man was rock hard and he knew he wouldn't last too long. His left hand squeezed at Seth's butt cheek, a groan of his own leaving his mouth. "Tell me what you like getting done to this sweet ass of yours."

Seth pushed his hips forward and he leaned in close, stealing a kiss from Dean's lips. Dean knew exactly what he was saying and he could already feel his stomach clenching in anticipation. He was already worked up from his blow job to Dean and this was just too good. He pulled back slowly. "I like..." he started but stopped to moan as Dean twisted his wrist and squeezed his swollen cock head. "I-ugh. Dean." He panted, pushing his hips up. "I like my ass getting played with especially with big fingers, rubbing and stroking my spot, getting me ready for the main event."

Dean smirked. Seth was so worked up, so close. "How about you getting your ass eaten out? I bet you love having someone open you up with just their tongue."

"No ones done it for long enough before." Seth answered. "I do like it though."

"I'd do it to you until you were a damn blubbering mess." Dean grinned. His hand started to speed up, working Seth closer and closer. He could feel the way that Seth's cock was throbbing in his hand. "I'd eat you out until you couldn't remember your own name. You'd be begging me to fuck you but I wouldn't until I knew you were about to cum. And then I'd stop and I'd push into your tight ass and fuck you so hard until you came all over yourself."

"Dean. Deaannn." Seth whined, pushing his hips up. He could feel his stomach clenching. He knew he was so close. He could feel it, he could taste it and Dean's words were only pushing him closer to the edge. "I'm so fucking close."

"Cum then." Dean encouraged. His hand squeezed tighter, the speed building up, working Seth over. "Cum all fucking over me."

"Oh. Fuck." Seth gasped. His eyes slipped shut and he threw his head back and he moaned loudly. He kept rocking his hips into Dean's hand, his orgasm stroked from him. He couldn't even open his eyes to watch his cum spurt from his cock and splatter all over Dean's stomach but that was the sight when his brown eyes did reopen. "You're a mess."

"All because of you baby." Dean grinned. He pulled his hand away from Seth's now limp cock and lifted it up to his mouth, his tongue sneaking out to lap away at the cum on his fingers. "Mm. You taste good."

"You don't play very fair." Seth answered. His brown eyes locked with Dean's blues as he watched the older mans tongue clean his hand. His eyes dropped to the mess on Dean's stomach and dragged two fingers through it, looking at the white liquid before he lifted it up to his own mouth. "That's okay. I don't either."

Dean smirked. His right hand reaching up and grabbing the back of Seth's head and pulling him forward to press their lips together in another searing kiss. He knew he'd met his match in this one.

TBC

A/N: Thank you to everyone for reading. Sorry that you had to wait so long to read this but real life got in the way. Thanks for being patient. I look forward to seeing what you all think. Thanks for reading and reviewing GatesVengeance