NSFW content in this chapter: a sort-of threesome that involves a blowjob and some voyeurism/exhibitionism. If you're uncomfortable with any of these things, please skip this chapter.
(This took FOREVER to write. Threesomes are hard. [pun not intended])
Roman's silent for a while, considering, studying Dean with that odd look that he hates being unable to read.
"It's only fair, since you two tried to ditch me," Seth says, and the kid's got a point.
Finally, Roman speaks, but it's not a direct answer to the unspoken question Seth had asked. "What do you think, Dean?" he asks, one hand slipping out of Dean's hair to cup his jaw with an unusual tenderness, his thumb stroking over Dean's cheekbone. "You want him to watch?"
Everything inside of Dean is screaming yes. Yes, yes, yes. He wants Seth to watch, wants Seth to see Roman use him like a toy solely meant for his own pleasure. (That really should concern him, but there's still a haze of lust in the back of his head that's clouding the majority of his judgment, and he knows dimly that he'll regret this later.)
He definitely wants Seth to watch. But, just to be stubborn, he shakes his head no.
Roman actually looks surprised, but he doesn't push it. "Dean says no," he calls out to Seth.
Just beyond the door, Dean can hear Seth's disgruntled scoff. "He's lying. You and I both know damn well what he wants."
Seth is an asshole.
Roman looks back down at Dean, scrutinizing him once more. Dean shifts uncomfortably under the weight of his gaze, caught between wanting Roman to continue what they'd been doing before they'd been so rudely interrupted and wanting Seth to come in and see his mouth being fucked and him getting off solely on the thought of Roman using him in such a way.
"Dean, tell me what you honestly want," Roman murmurs, and Dean willingly leans into his gentle touch this time. "I just want to give you what you want. So do you want him to watch? Do you want him to see you being so good for me?"
Yes yes yes yes yes, his mind is chanting, with a 'please' thrown in there somewhere. He's so hard that he's convinced he's going to get blue balls if he doesn't get touched within the next few minutes, and his knees are starting to hurt and his jaw and lips and the cheek that Roman punched all hurt like a motherfucker, but he can think of nothing else that he currently wants more.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he tips his head forward in the tiniest nod he can manage, finally giving in to a desire he'll later pretend he never had.
"Is that a yes?" Roman asks, and Dean tips his head forward again, trying his hardest to indicate that yes, he wants what's being offered. Roman smiles again, that warm smile that makes Dean feel like someone's stepping on his chest. "Good boy," Roman murmurs, and Dean doesn't know why that one sentence makes sharp heat rush through his veins, but it does.
"Dean changed his mind," Roman calls out, the pressure of the hand that had been stroking Dean's jaw and cheek disappearing as he reaches for the door.
"Of course he did," is Seth's response, and Dean squeezes his eyes shut, because for some reason, he feels his anxiety resurfacing, pushing its way past the cloud of lust in his mind to settle uncomfortably in the front of his mind and in the pit of his stomach.
"Don't worry, baby boy," he hears Roman murmur in a low, comforting tone. "He's gonna love it, I promise. And I love how good you're bein'." His words erase some of the anxiety that Dean feels, but some still lingers, bothering him just enough to make him experience discomfort from it. He keeps his eyes shut, breathing in slowly and deeply through his nose as he hears the click of the lock being undone and the creak of the stall door opening.
"Jesus," Dean hears, and that's Seth, behind him, murmuring the word softly with a hint of awe. "God, he looks… he looks great." He feels fingers running through his hair, and having decided to trust his instincts for the time being, he leans into the touch, realizing belatedly that the fingers running through his hair belong to Seth.
Just for a moment, he wonders what the hell he's doing, wonders what the hell he's gotten himself into, but when he hears the low, gravelly tone of Roman's voice lavishing him with praise once more, all possible regrets and doubts slip from his mind.
"He's so good at this," Roman says. "I don't know why I waited—" The rest of his sentence is lost in a moan as Dean pops his eyes open and starts tonguing Roman's shaft, taking advantage of the distraction Seth caused.
If he's got a dick in his mouth, better do something with it, he thinks.
"Fuck, Dean," Roman hisses when Dean sucks particularly hard, having pulled back just enough to be able to suck at him. He's taking control again; Seth, for once, was helpful, distracting Roman just enough to make him stop in the midst of fucking Dean's mouth, giving Dean the opportunity to take over. "That's it, baby boy. Just like that."
Dean's allowed to suck for a while longer, until he feels a sharp tug to his hair, and he glances upward to find Roman staring down at him, a dark heat smoldering in his eyes.
"I wanna fuck your mouth again," Roman says simply, and Dean hears a choked sort of gasp from behind him, followed shortly by the telltale sound of a belt unbuckling, like Seth fully intends to get off on their late-night bathroom debauchery. The thought is oddly amusing, and even though Dean tries to suppress it (to no avail), his body shakes with silent laughter.
Roman raises an eyebrow at him. "What's so funny?"
He pulls off of Roman's cock to respond, only dimly aware of the drool slicking his chin and his lips. "This guy," he says, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at Seth, "just standin' there, jerkin' off." He's honestly surprised by how raspy and hoarse his voice sounds; he could compete with Roman for the most gravelly tone, with his voice like this.
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Maybe, kinda. But if he jerks off, he's gonna get his cum in my hair and that'll be gross as fuck. Do you even know how hard it is to get cum out of hair?"
The blank look Roman gives him tells him that no, Roman doesn't know.
"Whatever," Dean huffs, mildly irritated by Roman's lack of logic.
Roman sighs, his voice sounding fondly exasperated in a way when he speaks. "Seth, don't come in his hair."
"No promises," is the slightly out-of-breath response that earns, and Dean blatantly flips Seth the bird.
"Asshole. I'll come in your hair, see how you like it," Dean retorts.
"I'd like to see you try," Seth responds, voice shaky, and Dean grins, because that's definitely a challenge he'll win.
"Can you two not fight? We're having a… thing, here," Roman says, still sounding exasperated, but as Dean notes, he's still hard, hard enough that pre-cum is beading at the head of his cock and mixing with the saliva Dean's left behind.
He really wants to taste it.
"A threesome. 'S what we're havin'," Dean supplies helpfully, just before he swoops in and laps at the head of Roman's cock, licking up his pre-cum.
"Thank y—fuck," is what comes out of Roman's mouth next, and Dean's kind of really liking the way he can make Roman lose his train of thought, forget what he was going to say in favor of whatever pleasure-laced profanity he finds hiding under the tip of his tongue.
"Please, Dean," Roman says, voice tinged with desperation, and oh how the tables have turned.
Dean will let it slide just this once.
He pulls back, settling back down, and grins at Roman.
"Sure thing, Ro. Go on, fuck my mouth," he says, letting his mouth fall open to prove his offering, tongue lolling out like a dog. It's all the encouragement Roman needs, and Dean receives only the smallest warning by means of Roman's fingers tightening in his hair, the sensation wobbling on the border between pain and pleasure, before Roman is pushing into his mouth in one smooth thrust, and Dean just barely avoids choking, because now Roman is definitely taking what he wants, pushing in and pulling out with rapid, erratic thrusts that make Dean's throat feel raw and abused.
Dean kinda likes the feeling.
He's obedient, staying as still as he can as Roman uses him, eyes becoming half-lidded as each thrust sends a new spark of lust pooling in his stomach. He's so hard it's starting to hurt, and his fingers are twitching, just barely able to control the urge to shove his hand in his jeans and get himself off. Behind him, he can hear the sound of skin on skin, all the evidence he needs that Seth's getting off to the show they're putting on.
A part of him wonders if he could get Roman to jerk off to the image of him fucking Seth.
It doesn't take much more for Roman to come, and he does with a loud groan, his cock pressed so deeply into Dean's mouth that he's forced to swallow, and he chokes and splutters more than once, but he manages not to spill a drop. Dean pulls back after that, letting Roman's cock slip out of his mouth as he presses his palm to the crotch of his jeans, feeling his own neglected cock twitch in response. He feels like his arousal is going to burst out of him, all heady and potent and so deliciously wrong. Fortunately, Roman's too busy coming down from the high of his orgasm to notice his not-so-subtle touches.
Just behind him, he hears a quiet whimper that evolves into a low, drawn-out moan, and Dean's fucked around with Seth enough to know that it's the noise he makes when he comes.
(He skims the fingertips of his free hand through his hair after that, just to be sure Seth didn't come in his hair.)
Dean looks down at his cheap jeans and begins to unbuckle his belt, wanting nothing more than to get himself off. He's gotten his belt unbuckled, the button of his jeans undone, and he's lowering the zipper when he hears the distinctive sound of wet, open-mouthed kisses. He jerks his head up in surprise, and he finds that somehow, Seth has managed to squeeze in front of him, and—
Holy fucking shit.
Holy fucking shit.
Seth and Roman are kissing, all slow and heated, and Roman's arm is curled over the back of Seth's neck, and Seth's hand is splayed out on Roman's chest, and it may be the hottest fucking thing Dean Ambrose has ever seen in his twenty-six years of life, and he nearly comes right then and there.
He licks his palm and promptly shoves his hand into his underwear, grasping his cock and stroking with needy, rapid movements, and it only takes a few strokes before he's coming, his whole body shaking and the most pathetic-sounding whimper falling from his lips as he soaks his underwear with his cum.
He nearly collapses in a heap after he comes, feeling boneless. Seth and Roman break apart and look at him with nearly identical dopey grins on their faces, but they're all silent, and the only sound that can be heard is the sound of Dean's drawn-out, heaving breaths.
A few minutes pass like that before Roman speaks.
"You know I'm gonna have to punish you again for touching yourself, right?"