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 woke up the following morning with the day's bright sun shining into his eyes. He tried to keep his eyes closed but after a few moments realized it was useless and reluctantly opened his eyes and sat up. He glanced over at the alarm clock on the small bedside table, groaning that it was only 7.53am. He looked over to his left and smiled when he saw that Seth was still sleeping soundly, the thin, white sheets slipping down his golden brown body, hanging low on his hips and revealing to him a small black tattoo that looked almost like words. His brow furrowed. He didn't remember seeing the words there last night but as soon as Seth's pants were off, he was only focused on what was in those pants.

He took a closer look at the small tattoo, clearly seeing the word 'Graves' etched there. He knew that name from somewhere but he couldn't quite place it. He had a strange feeling that it was something to do with Seth's friend Corey. He tried to push that thought and the niggling jealousy to the side of his mind. He shrugged himself of those thoughts and easily slid out of the bed, heading towards where his clothes had ended up. He pulled his boxer briefs back on before picking up his jeans. He reached into one of the pockets and pulled out his packet of cigarettes, dropping the heavy denim back on the floor once he was done.

He strolled across the room, taking another glance at the sleeping Seth who had now rolled over onto his side. He grabbed his phone on the way past before heading over to the balcony, sliding the door open and closed quietly as he stepped out onto the warm floor outside. He stretched his long arms above his head before dropping down onto the black plastic chair that was on their small balcony along with a tiny, clear table. He looked over the city as he lit up his first cigarette of the day. He loved coming to Las Vegas and not just for the obvious reasons. There was just something about the always busy city that just seemed to calm him down. He often contemplated living here once the band was finished although they still had a few years left before he even came close to making said decision.

He exhaled a long, deep breath of smoke while he unlocked his phone, scrolling through the contacts, settling on the one of his lead singer's. He clicked dial and held the phone up to his ear as he took another long drag from the thin, white stick. The phone was answered after only a few rings. "What are you doing?"

"Good morning to you too!" Punk's voice laughed down the line. "I was actually just masturbating to that photo you sent me last night and now I'm sitting here with this raging boner and no one to take care of it. Hmm."

Dean laughed while he let out another long exhale of white smoke. "I'm not having phone sex with you, you fucking pervert."

"What, is Seth listening in or something?" Punk still laughed but Dean knew the older man was serious.

"Nah, he's asleep but I'm still not doing it." Dean answered quickly. "What are you doing for breakfast?"

"So you won't have phone sex with me but you'll ask me out on a date? Such a gentleman." Punk snickered at him down the line.

"Shut up." Dean laughed back at him. "Do you and the rest of the band want to meet me and Seth back at the hotel for breakfast in the restaurant at say, 9?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever. We'll meet you there." Punk answered simply. Dean could tell that the older man wasn't interested in the question and he waited for the lead singer to ask him what he truly wanted to know. "So, how was he?"

Dean couldn't help the way his lips curled into a grin. "He was so fucking good and so fucking tight around my cock. I could barely breathe when I was inside him. I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did while I fucked him. I hope he lets me fuck him again. He's the best I've had in ages."

"Best you've ever had?" Punk's voice was quiet.

"He'd be pretty close, if not the best." Dean answered honestly. He tried to say his words delicately and try and not hurt his close friend and band mate. He had told Punk many years ago himself that he was the best that Dean had ever had but after last night, Punk had lost his top spot. Not that he would admit it just yet to the older singer. There was no noise from Punk and Dean took it upon himself to kill the uneasy silence. "Not jealous are we?"

"Maybe in your delusional mind I am but I can assure you I am not." Punk let out a short, unamused laugh. "Are you going to share him?"

"I think he's a one-man guy." Dean answered while he lit up another cigarette.

Punk snorted. "Well it definitely makes sense that he hooked up the band slut then. Please tell me you used protection."

"Despite what you might think, I am actually clean but yes I did." Dean answered. He looked behind him when he heard a noise from inside the room. "Look I've gotta go. Seth's waking up. I'll see you soon, alright?"

Dean didn't even wait to hear the other man say 'goodbye' when he clicked the red button on his phone screen to end the call. He quickly stumped out his cigarette and slid back inside of the room at the same time that Seth was just sitting up in the bed. He smiled and dragged his tongue across his bottom lip subconsciously. He watched as the young photographer blushed. "Morning."

"Morning." Seth spoke in a soft voice. His brown eyes were wide as they looked over Dean's scantily clad body, his red boxer briefs hanging so low on his hips that the top of his pubic hair was poking out. He let out a soft noise that sounded like the perfect mixture between a moan and a groan. He could feel his heart beat increase as Dean moved closer to him, his large frame sitting down next to Seth on the plush bed. His cheeks flushed a little darker when he felt Dean lean in and press a soft, tender kiss to his lips before pulling back and resting his forehead against Seth's.

"Did you have fun last night?" Dean's voice was full of lust.

Seth nodded. He leaned up and pressed their lips together once more. He felt his own eyes slide shut while his arms reached up and wrapped them around Dean's shoulders and pulled the older man closer to him. His lips parted the instant he felt Dean's teeth tug at his bottom lip and suck it into his mouth while his tongue slid forward, working it's way into Seth's warm mouth. Dean tasted different to Seth this morning and the bitter taste of nicotine on the guitarist's tongue only spurred his desire on despite the fact that he hated smokers. Dean was the only exception to this rule.

Dean tilted his head, his own arms encircling Seth's slender waist as their kiss intensified. Their tongues rolled and curled around each other with increased need and desire every time the two thick muscles touched. He could feel his cock growing in his boxers and he knew he had to stop this before he let it go too far. As much as he wanted to kiss Seth for the rest of the day, not only did they have to get back to their own hotel to meet up with the band for breakfast but they also had a whole lot to do in preparation for the first show in Las Vegas tonight. He reluctantly pulled back from the kiss, his teeth pulling Seth's bottom lip into his mouth one last time before their mouths were finally parted. "We should probably get going back to the hotel. We have heaps of stuff to do for the show tonight."

Seth nodded and dropped his arms from the older man's neck at the same time that Dean's arms left his waist. He slid out of the bed, his feet landing on the soft floor with a thud before he went straight over to where his pants had ended up. He grabbed his underpants first and easily slid them up his strong thighs. It wasn't until he turned back around that he noticed that Dean was looking at him curiously. "What are you thinking about?"

"The tattoo on your hip." Dean answered simply. "'Graves' is an interesting word to get tattooed anywhere on your body. Does it mean something?"

"Oh, that." Seth could feel his cheeks burning up as he looked back at Dean. He was hoping the older man might have been too focused on things last night to even think about it but apparently he was wrong. "I made a bet with my friend Corey when you had the competition that if I won, I would have to get his name tattooed on my body. It's kinda stupid but he has mine on his hip so it's like a friendship thing now."

Dean nodded. He didn't speak. He truthfully didn't really know what to say. It was a little weird that Seth had even gone through with getting a tattoo of his best friend's name on any part of him, let along on his hip where not many people would see it. "C'mon. Let's get going." He stood up and moved over to grab his own pair of discarded jeans.

He didn't make eye contact with Seth as he pulled on the dark pair of straight leg jeans, his strong legs easily sliding inside of the thick denim. He bent down and pulled on his shoes and socks before he reached for his ruined shirt. He balled the ripped cotton shirt up in his hands and discarded it into the nearby bin. He made a move to the bedside table where he made a move to put his belongings back into his pockets when he heard the younger man speak.

"Sorry about your shirt." Seth said in a small voice as he did up the buttons on his own dress shirt. He felt bad that he had ripped the no doubt expensive shirt.

Dean merely shrugged. "It's fine. It was just a shirt."

"I can buy you another one?" Seth suggested while he slid his own belongings back into his pockets.

"You made up for it last night. Don't worry about it." Dean dismissed, a smirk growing on his lips when he saw Seth's cheeks flush red. He looked around the room one last time, making sure he had everything before he turned back to Seth. "You ready?"

Seth nodded, following the lead guitarist out of their room. His eyes raked across Dean's muscular back. He knew he was going to have a hard time focusing on anything while the older man remained shirtless.

Punk glanced around their hotel's restaurant, checking if Dean and Seth were back yet. He was sitting at one of the large tables with the rest of his band and Antonio while the other members of their crew sat at the table next to him. There was two spare seats in between him and Sami that were saved for the other two when they finally decided to arrive. He pushed the unlock button on his phone to check the time. It was already close to half past nine and his anxiety was starting to escalate. He just wanted to get breakfast out of the way so he could have a private conversation with their lead guitarist.

He let out a sigh of relief when he finally saw Dean and Seth walk through the doors of the restaurant. He was thankful that none of the other members of his band were paying attention to him or could hear the way that his heart was beating hard in his chest at the sight of the lead guitarist. He couldn't deny that he still had some sort of feelings towards the younger man but there was no way that they could ever be together. Their friendship was too good to ruin by trying to have a relationship.

It wasn't until the two men were closer that he realized Dean was missing something from last night. He was wearing a plain white shirt that was definitely not the nice grey dress shirt he had left in. "What happened to your shirt?"

All eyes at their table suddenly fell on Dean who merely laughed. "Seth ripped it when he fell over."

Roman rolled his eyes. "More like he ripped it off right before you fucked him."

Dean rolled his own eyes while he took his seat next to the lead singer. "Don't even fucking start with me. I haven't had enough caffeine to deal with your shit."

"Fucking whatever. Can we eat yet?" Roman growled. His eyes narrowed as he turned to look at the lead singer.

Punk nodded. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach as he watched Roman rise from his chair with his plate in hand and head towards the buffet. Slowly the rest of the men at the table got up and went to fill their plates with food.

Seth returned to the table a few minutes later, his plate packed to the brim with a bit of everything. There was toast, eggs, bacon, some sausage and there was even some fruit squeezed onto the porcelain white plate. He had just put the plate down and was just about to pull his chair out when he heard his phone ringing from inside of his pocket. He heard the familiar Bullet For My Valentine song echoing around the small area and knew that it was Corey ringing him. He pulled his phone out from his pocket and the caller ID confirmed his suspicions. "Hey." He greeted with a small smile tugging at his lips as he walked away from the table to get some privacy.

Dean rolled his eyes and picked up his knife and fork so that he could finally start eating his admittedly huge plate of food in front of him. He could feel Punk's eyes on him and after a few minutes he finally turned to look at the older man. "What?"

Punk looked a little taken aback from his band mate's tone. "I think I should be asking you that."

Dean groaned before leaning in close the older man. He didn't want the rest of the band to hear the small bit of information he was willing to divulge to one of his closest friends. "Seth has a tattoo of the dude who was just calling him's name on his hip. That's weird right?"

Punk could see the jealously flaring up in his friend's intense blue eyes. "The guy that's covered in tatts and came to that party we had after Seth won?"

Dean pulled back. His face was still stern while he took a sip of his black, sugarless coffee. "Yeah. Him."

"You're a fucking idiot." Punk laughed at the lead guitarist's irrational thoughts. "He's into you not some guy back home. Otherwise I doubt he would have let you fuck him."

Wade had his fork up to his mouth, ready to take a bite of the eggs that were sitting on the piece of cutlery, covered in tomato sauce. "Well there goes my appetite."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Fucking grow up asshole."

"Well at least I don't throw who I'm sleeping with in your face." Wade countered. He lowered his fork back to his plate. He reached for his glass of orange juice and drained half of it before placing it back on the table. He turned to look at Antonio. "What time do we have sound check?"

"Whenever you guys are ready. We set everything up yesterday." Antonio responded nicely.

"I want to go to the gym this morning so can it be later?" Dean spoke up, taking a long drink from his coffee mug.

"Didn't you get a good enough work out last night?" Sami jibed. There was a huge grin on his face as he polished off the rest of his plate.

"My dick had a great work out last night." Dean grinned, winking at the rhythm. "Can't say the same for the rest of my body though."

"Fucking slut." Punk muttered. There was a loud laugh that broke out across the table, all the men at the table laughed except for Roman who only let a smile grace his lips.

Their conversation dissolved when Punk saw Seth approaching the table. The young photographer sliding into his seat and taking a sip of his drink but ignoring his now lukewarm food. He had an unhappy look on his face that no doubt was due to the phone call he had just taken.

Dean looked at him in a caring, concerned way that made Punk almost fall off his chair in shock. There was something the older man was hiding and Punk was hoping the guitarist would tell him. "Everything alright?"

"Just stuff at home." Seth answered dismissively. "What is the plan for the day?"

"We were all going to go to the gym before we went to the sound check later on. Are you going to come?" Dean asked while draining the last of his coffee.

"It's been ages since I have been to the gym. I'm probably going to keel over after five minutes." Seth answered. He looked up at the guitarist and their brown and blue eyes met in an intense, silent conversation that made Seth have to break the contact and look away. Their own private moment was witnessed by glaring grey eyes that didn't appreciate the budding love they could see.

Seth glanced at the clock as the band filed inside their large penthouse apartment. It was just before one in the afternoon. He was a little surprised that they had spent so much time at the hotel's gym without even noticing. He had been far too concerned with his own workout and trying to impress Dean that he wasn't even thinking about the time. He knew he had gotten the attention of the lead guitarist more than once and that simple fact made his face curl into a huge grin, Corey's earlier words fluttering out of his mind at least for the moment.

He thought back to only a few hours earlier and the conversation he had had with his best friend. He had thought that Corey would have been happy with what had transpired the night before between himself and Dean but he was sorely disappointed. The entire conversation consisted of Corey lecturing him about the whole situation, his heavily tattooed friends beliefs and values not holding back throughout the ten minute conversation. Seth didn't know what to make of Corey's actions and he definitely couldn't lie that it hurt when Corey had asked him in the most condescending tone possible, "You do realize you're the other man in his relationship, right?"

He felt a little deflated when he stepped into his shared room with Roman and pulled off his sweat soaked singlet, throwing the garment somewhere near his bag. He quickly pulled off his joggers before he strolled right into the bathroom and closed the door. He took a long, shaky breath while he stripped himself of his remaining clothing, the articles of clothing making their own messy pile on the white tiled floor. He reached into the large shower and turned the hot tap on first, the sound of the water falling reached his ears as he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror.

He could see the heavy bags under his eyes, his longish hair pulled back tightly but still looked messy and sweat drenched. He surveyed his reflection for a moment. There was a few scratches and marks across his body that made a smile creep across his lips from the memory of last night with Dean. The smile didn't last long once he remembered Corey's rant from barely a few hours ago.

He dropped his brown eyes from the mirror and reached into the shower, feeling the temperature of the water. He flinched a little as the hot water touched his skin. He quickly turned the cold water on and played with the two taps until it was the right temperature for him. He stepped into the larger than usual sized shower and pulled the glass door closed, his brown eyes closing as the warm water rolled over his tender muscles, an appreciative moan leaving his lips from the delicious sensation.

He bent down and reached for his fruity scented shampoo first, his ears not picking up the sound of the door squeaking open and closed. He opened his eyes and held out his palm to squeeze an adequate amount of the shampoo onto his hand. At the same time he bent down to put his shampoo bottle on the floor was the same time the shower door next to him opened. He gasped as the sudden coldness hit him, the difference in temperature only a few degrees but it made him flinch nonetheless. His brown eyes widened when he saw who was standing there with the door open in nothing but his birthday suit. "Dean! What are you doing?"

"I thought you might need someone to wash your back for you?" Dean smirked at him. He deliberately dragged his tongue along his bottom lip while he took in the sight of a naked, wet Seth Rollins.

"I'm perfectly capable of doing that myself." Seth countered quickly but still moved over enough to let the slightly larger man into the small space behind him. He could feel Dean behind him, the older man's body heat radiating across him and only intensifying when Dean's large hands touched his shoulders lightly. He let out a satisfied sigh as he melted back into Dean, his eyes almost closing while Dean's strong hands ran up and down his arms. "You can help me wash my hair if you want." He looked over his shoulder and grinned. He hoped the eagerness wasn't as visible as he thought it was while he placed his palm on top of his head, the shampoo sliding off and sitting on top of his hair.

"Glad to." Dean mumbled. His hands moving from Seth's arms to the top of his head where his long fingers began rubbing the shampoo into Seth's scalp. A soft moan left the younger man's throat and it instantly went straight to Dean's cock. There was nothing more he wanted right now then to slam Seth up against the wall and fuck him until the younger man saw stars. The rational side of his brain tried to reason that he needed all his energy for tonight but that was hard to communicate to his cock. "Rinse." He ordered once he was done, his hands dropping.

Seth leaned under the shower spray, his eyes closing while the warm water washed away the shampoo through his hair. His brown eyes reopened and he looked over his shoulder at the older man. "Conditioner next."

Dean licked his lips as he watched Seth bend over in front of him, his ass pushing back so that it collided with Dean's half-hard cock. His hands instinctively grabbed onto Seth's slender hips and pulled him back hard so that the younger man's juicy ass was right up against him. He felt his own cock rapidly growing as it nestled in between the two golden ass cheeks. He rocked his hips forward, delighted when he heard a soft groan from Seth. "Look what sort of situation we have here Seth."

Seth moaned again and tried to stand up but found that Dean's large hand on the small of his back stopped him from doing anything other than stay bent over in the shower, one arm on the tiled wall, the older still grasping the conditioner bottle. He let out yet another desperate moan when he felt the head of Dean's cock rubbing against his tender ass hole. He pushed his hips back hard against the older man and was rewarded by a firm smack to his right ass cheek.

Dean groaned as he watched Seth's ass cheek wobble right in front of him. His hands squeezed at the firm muscle, long fingers making the cheeks wiggle right in front of him. He pushed his hips in further against the younger man's body, the heat radiating off Seth's most sensitive area making Dean's cock throb harder. "What do you want Seth?"

"I don't fuck without a condom." Seth answered simply. He lifted his head to look over at Dean who looked a little upset at the words.

"There are other things I can do to make you scream without using my dick." Dean responded. Without another warning, he stepped back a little bit and spread Seth's ass cheeks apart and pushed two wet fingers from his right hand inside of Seth's already twitching ass hole. He smirked when Seth eagerly pushed his ass back onto his long, thin fingers.

Seth moaned loudly as he felt Dean's fingers plunge in and out of him, the long digits curling and stretching inside of his tight walls. Dean's fingers felt amazing inside of him. He pushed his hips back again, letting out another loud moan. He dropped the conditioner bottle in the shower and used both hands to hold him up on the wet tiles while he pushed his hips back against the invading digits, eager for more of those talented fingers. His moans picked up in volume when he felt Dean's fingers curl in a 'come hither' motion that made his toes curl and his eyes shut from the intense pleasure. "Dean!" He panted loudly, not caring that the rest of the band could probably hear his whorish moans.

Dean smirked. Even though he couldn't see Seth's face while he rocked his fingers in and out, he knew the younger man's eyes would be closed, his pretty face screwed up in absolute pleasure. He could see Seth's head was dropped forward, his shoulders hunched while he just took it. He didn't hesitate to show Seth more of his bedroom talents and in an instant, he was down on his knees behind the younger man. He licked his lips as he watched his fingers move in and out of Seth, the hole widening and tightening with each movement.

He pulled his fingers completely out for a moment and looked at the stretched, pink hole. He leaned forward and blew a breath of air onto the sensitive hole, his smirk changing into a grin as he watched Seth's body shake and shudder while the soft, needy moans left the younger man's throat. His hands grabbed hard onto Seth's rounded ass cheeks and squeezed tightly, spreading apart the tanned globes at the same time he leaned forward with his mouth. The first touch of Dean's tongue to Seth's puckered entrance made both men let out identical moans of pleasure.

Dean didn't hesitate long though and after a few tentative licks across the sensitive area, he plunged his tongue right into the heat. He wished he could have seen Seth's face at that moment. He knew Seth's face would be flushed with arousal, his brown eyes wide while Dean moved his tongue in and out. He let out a moan of his own as he curled his tongue around inside of Seth's tight, wet walls, the taste on his tongue making his cock impossibly harder. He could hear Seth moaning from above him while he moved his tongue in and out of Seth's delicious ass.

He moved his right hand back up again and pushed two fingers in alongside his tongue, the long digits pushing in further and harder than his tongue. He pulled his tongue out and concentrated on licking around the rim while he pushed in a third finger. He hadn't really done this as much with men but he knew he was definitely skilled at it. He reached around with his other hand and wrapped it around Seth's cock, the thick organ warm and throbbing with arousal. He was going to give Seth the best orgasm the younger man had ever had.

Seth's mind was swimming with desire and arousal as he felt Dean pump his cock in the same time as his fingers in and out of him. And then there was his tongue. The older man's tongue felt fantastic as it teased against his sensitive hole. His moans of the lead guitarist's name were growing louder and louder the closer that Dean worked him towards his orgasm but he didn't care. He only focused on the wonderful sensations of Dean's tongue and hands. He could feel his stomach clenching hard and he knew that it wasn't going to be long until he was letting go.

His moans reached a whole new volume when he felt Dean's fingers prod at his prostate, the tips of the long digits rubbing hard at it at the same time Dean's hand squeezed tightly around his cock. His eyes slowly closed, his body on the verge now. "I'm gonna...Dean..." He panted, trying to give the older man some sort of warning as his hips pushed forward into the warm hand that was squeezing his cock but then pushed back against the three fingers and tongue that were pleasuring his ass. The arousal got too much and only a few more squeezes and thrusts of fingers later, Seth was coming hard, his cock throbbing hard in Dean's hand while he spurted his load against the white tiled wall, Dean's name a permanent fixture on his lips as he came.

Dean pulled his hands and tongue away from Seth's body before he stood up. His own cock was throbbing hard, the thick organ standing up straight against his flat stomach. He loosely wrapped his hand around his cock and started pumping, little moans leaving his lips while his blue eyes slid closed.

Seth stood up and turned around, his mouth dropping open as he watched Dean Ambrose masturbate right in front of him. He immediately got down on his knees and smacked away the older man's hands. He looked up and saw those blue eyes looking down at his desperately while he wrapped his hand around Dean's cock. He winked up at the older man before he moved his mouth forward, his tongue reaching out and licking across the sensitive head, the first few beads of precum sitting on his tongue while he wrapped his lips around the cock head and sucked hard.

Dean's hand reached down and tangled deep in Seth's hair, forcing his cock all the way down the younger man's throat. He knew he wasn't going to last long and he wanted to at least make the most of it. He glanced down and saw Seth's brown eyes looking up at him in a lustful way. He wished he had his camera with him right now cause Seth with a mouth full of his cock was probably the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He slowly started to rock his hips back and forth, testing what Seth could take, a huge grin appearing on his face when he thrust in roughly and the younger man moaned.

His hips started to move a little bit harder, a little bit faster in and out of Seth's mouth. He moaned Seth's name softly at the same time the younger man's mouth sucked in hard, his cheeks creating a tight vacuum around his throbbing cock that only made his stomach churn with anticipation and his balls squeeze up against his body. He was already so turned on from the orgasm he gave Seth that there was no way he would last long at all. Especially not if Seth kept sucking him in harder and tighter every time he thrust into his warm, wet mouth.

"Seth." He panted, forcing his hips as far down the young photographer's throat as he possibly could. He moaned again when he felt one of Seth's nimble hands reach up and squeeze his balls. He was a goner now. He pulled Seth's head as close to his as he possibly could and pushed his hips as far down the younger man's throat as he could, his cock twitching and throbbing while his stomach clenched hard, his balls drew up and he shot his load inside of Seth's willing mouth. He thrust his hips back and forth a few times before releasing the grip he had on Seth's hair.

Seth stood up after a moment, the bitter taste of Dean's cum dripping down the back of his throat while he grabbed his conditioner bottle. He looked over his shoulder at the guitarist and grinned. "Are you going to finish washing my hair now?"

TBC

A/N: this chapter actually wasn't going to have any sort of sex in it but then my perverted brain just decided to write it in haha thanks to everyone for reading/reviewing. GatesVengeance x