"Dean..hey Dean…Dean." Seth poked Dean in the back as he was fixing his pants.
"What?" Dean asked, he wasn't in the best mood today.
"What are you doing?" Seth asked, laying his head in the crook of Dean's neck and continued to poke him.
"I'm getting ready for the match." Dean said, "Stop poking me."
"No, I like poking you." Seth shook his head.
"Seth will you go get me my boots?" Dean asked him politely.
"Where are they?" Seth asked, poking Dean's ass now.
"In the bag over there by the door," Dean nodded, "Thank you."
Seth returned with Dean's boots and handed them over only to start poking him all over again. Dean tried to ignore it; he knew Seth was only doing it to get some sort of bad reaction from him.
"Hey Dean," Seth whispered as he poked his arm, "Dean…Deany weeny..LETS GO DEAN-O, POKE POKE POKEPOKEPOKE."
"That's it." Dean said before he tackled Seth to the ground.
He held Seth's arms above his head as he straddled his lap and aimlessly tickled all over Seth's body, making the younger man squirm and erupt in adorable laughter. His laughter was contagious as it soon had Dean a ball of giggles, too.
"Dean! Dean stop! I can't breathe!" Seth gasped as he as overcome with even more laughter.
Dean smiled as he pressed his body down against Seth's and kissed him softly.