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.
Dean had a smile on his face when he woke up properly the next morning. He rolled out of bed and walked over to his window, looking out with wide eyes. The streets of Chicago below him were already bustling with the usual commuters. He glanced over at the bed while he pulled on some sweat pants. The bed was empty now but only a few hours earlier, it was filled with him and Roman.
He smiled as he fondly thought back to last night. Once they'd finished in the shower, they retreated back into Dean's King sized bed. The pair had gone into the bed with the hopes of actually having some shut eye but that was quickly dismissed when Roman ran his hands along Dean's hips and pressed his lips against Dean's. All thoughts of actually sleeping was washed away and quickly replaced with what positions they could do it in.
Roman had gotten him off enough times last night that if he didn't have sex for another week, he would be extraordinarily happy. His smile grew as he thought back to when Roman was getting up and getting ready to leave for work this morning.
Dean's blue eyes fluttered open when he rolled over not to collide with another body. He looked tiredly around the room, his face cracking into a smile when he saw Roman dressing in front of the mirror. He still looked handsome even though it was the same clothes from the night before. "Leaving me already?"
Roman turned away from the mirror after he'd finished doing up his tie. "I have to. I've got to go and make some money." He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge right near Dean. "Will you cope without me here?"
Dean grinned back at the other man. "Barely."
Roman let out a light laugh. "Have you got any cologne I can borrow?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah just over there on the dresser. There's a few different Paco Rabanne ones that you'd probably like."
"Thanks." Roman murmured as he got up off of the bed and made his way over to the dresser and picked up the first cologne he could find. He squirted some on himself before walking back over to where Dean was. "I meant what I said when I told you I wanted to take you out again sometime."
"Well I'd hope so." Dean grinned back. "I don't put out for just anyone."
"We both know that's probably not true." Roman grinned. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Dean's lips. The spark between them was still as electric as it ever was. "Thanks for letting me stay. And I'll see you later on tonight." He winked before he left and made his way to work.
Dean walked out of his room, the smile on his face so large it was almost criminal. He knew he was acting like a lovestruck teenager but at the same time he didn't really care. He almost dreaded the lecture that Seth was going to give him but at the same time he couldn't wait for it. It felt like over the last year in particular that his and Seth's views on what they wanted in their life had changed dramatically.
Seth was still the same Eighteen-year-old that had planned on dating a rich man who could buy him every single luxury that the world had to offer. Seth hadn't deviated from this plan much at all since they moved to Chicago a few years ago. From the instant that they'd moved into the city, Seth had been inundated with rich Male admirers who had absolutely no problem spending all of their hard earned money on him. None more so than Hunter.
It wasn't as if Dean was short on Male admirers either when they first got to Chicago. He'd come across many rich men who were more than happy to buy him whatever he'd wanted. But now he was getting a little bit older, he was wanting more out of his Male conquests. He wanted to try and have a proper relationship. He wanted to try and fall in love before he got too old and had to settle for someone he would never openly seek out.
To some degree, Seth was starting to see it this way but he was also hanging onto what could never be with Hunter. Dean had known from the moment that Seth and Hunter began dating that they could never be anything more than lovers. There would not be a happy ending for Seth in the same way that Dean could get from someone else. Of course Seth could get the happy ending if he wanted to. But Dean knew his friend was stubborn and wouldn't just stop seeing Hunter for any old reason. It had to be something big to make his friend stop seeing the older man.
He walked through the apartment, straight into the kitchen where he found Seth sitting at the bench. His friend and room mate was too engrossed in his phone to even look up and notice him when he first stepped into the kitchen. Which was probably a good thing. A lecture from Seth before he'd had coffee was a little too much first thing in the morning. He turned on the coffee machine, making himself a cup before he took his own seat the kitchen bench.
Seth glanced over at his friend, his brown eyes focused solely on his friend who was sipping at the shot of black coffee. "So you're having sleepovers now?"
"That's the first thing out of your mouth?" Dean asked as he turned to look at his friend, blue and brown orbs locking for a moment. "You're not going to ask about how the date went?"
"I know how the date went." Seth answered smugly. "You wouldn't have let him fuck you three times if the date was lame." He watched Dean's lips part to say something. "And I don't even need to ask how the sex was. These walls are paper thin."
Dean gave him a look. "Why are you pissed then?"
"I'm not." Seth snapped back.
"Just tell me what the fuck has gotten your panties in a bunch." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Are you sure Roman wants the same thing out of this?" Seth asked quietly, his gaze locked onto Dean's.
"We're just having fun." Dean shrugged his shoulders. He was more than a little confused by Seth's question. Seth would usually be gagging to get all the details from Dean after a date or he would at least be telling him that he was wasting his opportunities and settling.
"You want more though. I know you do." Seth pointed out. "Because if you didn't, you would have fucked him that first night instead of after a date."
Dean rolled his eyes. "How is this any of your business?"
"It's not." Seth answered simply. "I just know that he won't be able to give you what you want. I know you want him as your boyfriend but he won't ever give you that."
"You don't know that." Dean replied.
"Do you remember when I was dating that guy when we first moved to Chicago? Ethan Carter?" Seth asked.
Dean had to rack his brain to think back to when they'd just moved to Chicago as wide-eyed twenty-one-year-old's. He vaguely remember who Seth was talking about. He was sure Ethan was the one who led Seth on for about six months with promises of them being together but never quite going through with it. Yes, that was him. He was the son of a billionaire investor. Ethan was very good looking with short dark hair and an incredible body with charm for days.
He nodded after a moment. "Yeah. What about him?"
"He was exactly the same as Roman. He was good looking and charming. And he promised me things he could never deliver." Seth answered. "Mine and Ethan's relationship started out exactly the same as you and Roman. We had a chemistry between us that no one could ever rival but after he knew he had all of my attention he changed." He paused for a moment. "He used that to his advantage and he'd make sure he got what he wanted from me while dangling what I couldn't ever have over my head. I just don't want that to happen to you."
"I appreciate your concern Seth." Dean replied. After Ethan and Seth had finished, Seth turned colder towards men and cared more for materialistic things and less for the emotional side of the relationship. "But Roman and I have only been on one date. We're not serious or anything yet and he's certainly not my boyfriend."
"Anyway." Seth started. "He must have been pretty good in bed if you let him fuck you three times."
Dean laughed. "Plus we had a bit of fun after dinner in front of Lake Michigan."
Seth's brow creased. "What do you mean?"
"After dinner we walked along the lake and I sucked his dick while he sat on a bench." Dean grinned at his friend.
Seth laughed this time. "You're nasty! Public oral sex!"
Dean scoffed. "As if you've never done that before."
Seth shrugged. "Well yeah. But it wasn't like out in the open or anything. It was hidden behind a tree under a blanket."
Dean snorted. "So much more subtle." He glanced over at the clock on the oven. "Gym today?"
"Are you sure you haven't had enough of a work out?" Seth couldn't help the dig. "I suppose you could always look better."
Dean let out a satisfied sigh as he exhaled a white puff of cigarette smoke high above his head. It was almost eleven and he still hadn't seen Roman or Wade come in yet. He didn't know why he was feeling so weird. There had been many days where Wade hadn't come in and yet tonight had him feeling anxious. He was sure it had everything to do with Roman spending the night with him last night.
He was snatched out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps on the concrete outdoor area. He glanced up to see Seth strolling towards him. There was a knowing smirk on his face. "What are you so happy about?"
"Guess who just walked in." Seth grinned at his friend while he stole a cigarette from Dean's packet and lit it up. He inhaled a deep breath, exhaling a puff of smoke out in front of him before he spoke again. "Your boyfriend and some guy who buys your clothes."
"Finally." Dean said quietly. "Is that why you came out here?"
"No. I wanted a cigarette." Seth answered shortly. "Does Wade know you're seeing Roman?"
"No." Dean replied while letting out another puff of smoke.
Seth gave him a disapproving look. "It's only going to blow up in your face if you're not honest."
Dean balked at the other man. "Really Seth? You're gonna give me that advice when you're doing exactly the same thing?"
"My situation is different to yours." Seth said quietly.
Dean scoffed. "How the fuck are our situations different? You're sleeping with Hunter and Randy. Randy knows your sleeping with Hunter as well but Hunter doesn't know you're sleeping with Randy. It is exactly the same as you."
"Not really." Seth answered simply as he tapped the end of the cigarette, watching as the ash landed on the concrete ground. "You actually have the option of dating either Roman or Wade. Hunter won't ever leave his wife and Randy only wants sex."
"Then why don't you start dating someone who is available and can give you all of that?" Dean asked while he stumped out his own cigarette. "Why don't you date that trainer from the gym if that's what you really want?"
"Because." Seth started as he stumped out his own cigarette. "John doesn't have nearly enough money to keep me around and interested."
Dean rolled his eyes and shoved his friend as the pair walked back inside the establishment together. "What if he earned enough money to occasionally buy you designer clothes?"
Seth shot his friend a filthy look. "Occasionally?! I didn't move from Iowa to occasionally get bought designer clothes." He reached into Dean's locker and snatched out the packet of breath mints that was always in there, pushing three into his mouth before passing the tin back to his friend.
"Would you sleep with him again?" Dean asked, slamming the door and locking it once he'd popped a few mints into his own mouth. There was a cheeky grin on his face. "Even if he can't afford to keep you."
"Oh, I'd definitely sleep with him again." Seth answered with a beaming grin on his face. "I'm surprised you didn't hear me that night he stayed over. He sure knows how to use his dick."
"Whose better?" Dean asked as he checked out his reflection in the mirror, his hands smoothing down his hair. "John or Hunter? Or Randy?"
Seth smirked back at his friend. "I thought you didn't want to hear about sex with older men?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "So Hunter then?"
"You have no idea what you're missing out on Dean." Seth grinned at his friend. "Sex with an older man is so much better than with guys our age."
"I do sleep with guys that are older than me." Dean pointed out. He held his hand up when he saw Seth's mouth start to open. "Don't even start with the fact that Hunter is way older than Wade and Roman cause I don't want to hear about his saggy scrotum or his wrinkly dick. Or his beer gut."
Seth rolled his eyes this time. "Hunter used to be a body builder and he's still in fantastic shape."
"C'mon. We've gotta get back to work." Dean said quietly, ushering Seth out of the locker room area and back into the main bar. He instantly spotted Roman and Wade across the other side of the room. He glanced back to Seth who was still standing beside him. "I'll catch you later."
He sauntered his way over to Roman and Wade's table, a confident smirk on his face and an over exaggerated swing in his hips. He wanted both sets of eyes set upon him and that was what he was going to get. He was almost at their table when Wade finally looked up at him, his eyes hungrily looking over every single inch of Dean's perfectly in shape body. Roman hadn't looked at him yet but he was sure that that was to come when he reached the table.
"Here I was thinking that you two weren't going to turn up tonight." He grinned at both men as he reached the table, his blue eyes glancing between the two of them. He felt his heart flutter in his chest when Roman finally looked up and their eyes locked for a split second, electricity passing between them.
"I can't resist coming in and seeing you." Wade smirked back at Dean. "Especially when you're dressed like that."
"Dressed like what?" Dean asked innocently. He turned to his side and deliberately ran his hand up the side of his pants, tracing along the skin tight material, stopping only when he reached his ass. He grabbed a hold of his own cheek through the pants and locked his gaze intentionally with Wade's. "Do these pants make my ass look fat?"
Wade reached up and gently ran his own hand across Dean's ass cheek. "Trust me, if they didn't, I wouldn't be hanging around."
"Good." Dean smirked back, turning back so that he facing the two men again. "Can I get you two gentlemen anything to drink?"
"The usual. Just a whiskey." Wade grinned at the younger man.
"Double whiskey." Roman answered.
"You got it." Dean winked at Roman as he replied, an action that went unnoticed by Wade. "I'll be back shortly."
Wade watched as Dean turned around and made his way back over to the bar. He hated seeing Dean leave, but damn, that ass was hypnotic. After a long moment, he finally turned back to Roman. "So. Do you still think that there is a chance you could still get him?"
Roman laughed. "I think there's every chance in the world."
Wade balked at his friend. "I think you're wrong." He started. "Because why the bloody hell would he want you when he's already got me? I give him everything his heart desires."
"Maybe." Roman responded. "But I've got the bigger dick and a much larger bank account. I could give him more."
Wade glanced up just as Dean returned with their drinks. "Dean." He began. "Would you ever sleep with Roman?"
Dean glanced over at Roman who looked mildly amused. "Uh. Where is this coming from?"
"Just curious." Wade answered as he took a sip from his glass. "Would you?"
"Maybe if you weren't around." Dean answered. There was a double meaning to that that he was sure Roman would pick up on. He glanced over at Roman who had a knowing smirk on his lips. Wade looked reassured with his answer though which made him breathe a sigh of relief. "Are you trying to offer me a night where I get both of you?"
Wade chuckled. "I don't know if you could handle that."
"I think he could." Roman spoke up. "He looks like the kind of guy who'd have us gagging for more after."
"Wouldn't you like to know exactly what I can offer." Dean smirked. "I'll be back in a little bit."
Roman waited until Dean was out of earshot before he asked the next question. "You'd never share him with me, would you? Not even for a night?"
"Not a chance in hell." Wade answered simply.
Roman stood up. "I've gotta take a piss. I'll be back."
Wade nodded, pulling out his phone and scrolling through both his work and personal emails. There was somewhat of a relaxed smile on his face as he did so, his concentration solely on the screen of his phone instead of what was happening in the establishment.
Roman glanced back at his friend who was transfixed with his electronic device. He smirked as he walked towards the bar. He stopped there for only a brief moment to see Dean. He leaned in close to the attractive, younger man's face and whispered "meet me in the toilets in thirty seconds" into his ear. He didn't stop to linger, walking straight towards the toilets and waiting just inside the door.
Dean winked at Tyler who was almost gawking at him before he strolled right over towards the toilets. He ignored the almost death glare that Seth was shooting him and definitely paid no attention to the curious look that Cody was giving him. He stepped inside of the toilets and instantly felt a strong hand on his wrist. He was thankful that the toilets were currently vacated.
He felt Roman pull him into a cubicle, the door closing and locking behind them as they were suddenly pressed chest to chest, face to face. His hands instinctively rested on Roman's shoulders, their eyes connecting as he felt his heart race in his chest. Sure, this wasn't the most romantic situation making out in the toilets at the place he worked at but there wasn't anyone else he'd rather be in this cubicle with. He leaned forward and pressed their lips together, both eyes shutting simultaneously as their passion took over.
Roman's hands went straight to Dean's ass. He pulled Dean's hips right in close to his own, their bodies connecting as their lips did. He could feel the chemistry between them and he knew that Dean could too. He felt the other man's lips part for his probing tongue, the two pink muscles curling around each other as they pushed impossibly closer together. It felt entirely too good to be kissing Dean. The younger man had an addictive taste, an extra spice of passion that he wasn't sure anyone else could ever compete with.
His hands grabbed tighter at Dean's ass cheeks, squeezing them through the stretchy material. Less than twenty-four hours ago, he'd been inside this ass and he was desperate to get back inside. He swallowed down the needy moan that erupted from deep in Dean's throat, their bodies rutting and pushing harder against each other. He broke the kiss, his forehead leaning against Dean's while his grey orbs fluttered open.
"I suppose I should get back to the table." He said finally after a long moment.
"When do I get to see you again?" Dean asked. He felt almost pathetic from the question. "In private, not at work."
"I would say come over tonight but I think my dick needs a break." Roman grinned. "You really gave it a good work out last night."
"What can I say? I'm pretty fucking good in bed." Dean grinned right back.
"That's an understatement." Roman commented. "I've slept with plenty of other guys and you top that list by far."
"You're not too bad yourself." Dean smirked at him.
"You know I'm great in bed. You wouldn't have been screaming my name if I wasn't." Roman commented.
"I guess I should probably get back to work." Dean lamented with a heavy sigh. He turned in Roman's grasp and unlocked the door, stepping out of the small cubicle.
"See you out there, sweet cheeks." Roman grinned, smacking Dean's ass hard.
Dean glanced over his shoulder and winked before blowing the other man a kiss. He strolled out of the toilet with a confident sway in his walk. He didn't care that his lips probably looked swollen and that he no doubt had a huge erection that was there for the world to see as he joined a few of his colleagues at the bar.
He probably should have been paying more attention to the pair of pale blue eyes that were watching his every move.
TBC
A/N: so who was watching Dean? Always interested to hear what you guys think! Thanks for reading and reviewing! GatesVengeance x
