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Note: Am I on time? Holy shit, the world might end! Haha. Hope you all enjoy this chapter! Thank you for sticking around! Enjoy! -JJ

Chapter 37

"You think they'll make up?" Cody asked, leaning into Seth so that the other man could hear him over the loud music playing in the night club. "I mean, they're doing better but…" He trailed off, offering a helpless smile.

Seth shrugged. "Maybe," he returned, turning his head from where the other two were at the bar to meet Cody's gaze. "Roman's doing all he can, and he's giving Dean plenty of space. Right now, it's up to Dean if he can let Roman back in or not and that's gonna take some serious time."

Cody nodded, nibbling his lower lip. "Well, hey good thing is it's gotten better over the last few weeks, right? Since you told me they talked?"

Seth nodded. "Yeah, at least they're talking and will sit in the car together and it's not awkward," he chuckled, knowing that it wasn't funny at all, but the sheer relief of it all forced it to bubble out of him. He hoped that with a little more time things would be well on their way to being normal again. "So, you and Ro?"

"Don't go there," Cody interrupted, holding up a hand to stop Seth. "We're not an item and I'm seriously okay with that." His eyes fell to the table, his hand dropping just as quickly as his forced smile. "What he have right now is good."

Again Seth nodded, reaching for his nearly empty glass and swallowing down the last gulp of lukewarm beer. He shuddered, hating the metallic taste. "You know, he's not gonna give up on you. Cupid's struck him really fuckin' hard."

"Shut up Seth!" Cody hissed, a blush covering his cheeks as he shoved the other man playfully. "Just let us do our thing."

"Don't let Cody fool you, he's still in love with Roman."

Cody twisted around, ready to deck whomever it was talking. He only stopped when he realized it was Viktor, Konnor right behind him. His eyes still narrowed. "Thanks for that," he growled, his voice completely monotone. "I really appreciate it."

Seth couldn't hold back the bite of laughter that filled him. "It's plain as day that you're in deep Codes," he said, reaching out and resting his hand on Cody's shoulder. "Just keep doing what you're doin'. He's not goin' anywhere. Make him earn it."

"You mean like that kiss last night?"

"Konnor!" Cody snapped, his eyes widening. "What the fuck is wrong with you two tonight?"

"Hey man, we're just tryin' to help you, stop acting like this friendship thing is actually working for you," Viktor said, taking the empty seat next to Cody in the rounded booth. "All of us know you want more and he's willing to give it to you as soon as you let him."

Seth quietly listened, thinking that he knew exactly how Cody felt. "Guys, c'mon, leave him alone. He'll let Ro in once he's earned his trust. Don't pick on him for not diving in head first."

"Thank you," Cody said, covering his face with both hands and groaning. As much as he loved Konnor and Viktor, there were days he was certain that he was going to kill them. And tonight might be that night.

Seth chuckled under his breath, his eyes returning to where Roman and Dean were still standing at the crowded bar, his brows furrowing slightly. Even during such a fun and light time, he couldn't stop thinking about how over the last few weeks he was certain things weren't completely right. He couldn't explain it, but too many times he'd halfway wake up in the middle of the night and he was sure that Moxley was laying next to him, either stroking his hair or just watching him. He couldn't prove it, and it usually only lasted a few moments, but he knew something was off. He also knew he didn't want to talk to Dean about it, not after the last incident.

To make matters more troubling, he hadn't seen or spoken to Moxley at all since that night in Dean's room when Moxley had said living inside Dean was like a prison. While he knew he should be grateful, it didn't settle right inside. Moxley had been off that night. Seth couldn't explain how he knew, but he did. He knew that Moxley had been hurting and he also knew he was one of the main causes. But even now, he didn't know how to fix it: not when he didn't know when Moxley would show up again or if he even would.

"You okay?" Konnor asked, watching as Seth's brows furrowed and his eyes seemed to be cast too far off.

Seth shook his head, forcing himself out of his thoughts. "Y-yeah," he mumbled, swallowing hard as his focused turned to the taller male. "I'm fine." He paused briefly to smile. "Just thinking about some stuff, that's all."

"Like sneaking outta here so you and Dean can," Cody paused, bringing his fist up to mimic a blow job. He laughed at the way Seth's cheeks flared with color. "Oh, look at 'im boys! Turn about is fair play there Seth."

Seth only rolled his eyes and shoved Cody playfully, smiling when a beer was placed in front of him. He looked up, his eyes meeting Dean's. He could see the playfulness he loved so much there and in that moment, he completely forgot about Moxley and Cody and Roman. All that he saw was Dean.

Seth gasped out as he pushed Dean up against the back of the hotel room's door. His lips were fused with the other man's his mind blurred and body fueled by alcohol. Dean's hands were tangled in his hair, his own grabbing and tugging at Dean's t-shirt, wanting to get it off as possible. He yanked away from Dean's intoxicating kisses just to yank the offending material up and off Dean before throwing it to the side. Then, once again, his lips were on Dean's, his tongue invading the other man's sweet mouth.

Dean allowed it to happen. He let Seth control their pace, thinking that it was the first time he'd ever felt the other man take control of him like this and just take what he wanted. He liked it. Seth's body pushed into his, and he could feel the stiff erection digging into his thigh, begging for attention. One hand slid down to grab Seth's hip, pulling him in just so he could grind their hips together, earning hissed groans of pleasure.

Seth whimpered, Dean's kisses growing firmer, his entire body starting to go numb from pleasure. "Dean," he started, reaching for the hem of his own shirt and yanking it off. Hands slid down his sides grasping his hips and pulling him back in. "I want you." The words rolled off his tongue quicker than he could think. He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. His entire body shook, his throat growing tight. Those words had too much implication to them.

Dean only smiled, his arms wrapping around Seth's waist, pulling him into a tender embrace. "I want you too baby," he murmured, tucking his face into Seth's neck and placing gentle kisses. "But neither of us are ready for that." He waited, his kisses growing longer and firmer until Seth relaxed in his arms and clung to him. "But I'll take care of you."

Seth shuddered at Dean's husky words, his lower lip falling victim to being gently worried between his teeth. Damn, just the sound of the other man's voice so low and husky had him right on the frenzied edge again. He held tight to Dean, his mind to fuzzy to realize that the other man was moving him backwards. It wasn't until they'd stopped and Dean was peppering kisses down his neck, did he realize that they'd even moved.

Dean's lips moved lower, breathing in the lingering cologne on Seth's skin. It only fueled him to continue down Seth's chest, his lips parting and suckling the taut skin. The marks he left were light, and he knew they would fade completely by morning, but seeing them across Seth's chest, hearing the other man's groans of pleasure, it made his entire body sing with happiness. His tongue flattened against Seth's pectoral and slowly drug over a dusky nipple, a pleasured hiss filling the room.

Seth arched into Dean, his arms still wrapped around his neck as the other man explored his chest with his mouth. "Dean," he breathed, his head tipping back as he tried to suck in an ever fleeting breath. It all felt so wonderful. Tears prickled the corners of his eyes, a unique kind of relief filling him. He was enjoying Dean's touch.

Dean smiled as he lowered to his knees, his lips still kissing down the smooth, sun kissed skin. His hands rested on jean clad hips as his lips moved over the bit of skin above the waistband. "I'm gonna take these off," he said a little louder, but still breathlessly. "Is that okay?"

Seth looked down, his heart lurching in his chest at the sight of Dean on his knees in front of him. He swallowed hard, his hands resting on Dean's shoulders. "Okay," he answered, his voice barely above a whisper. His stomach flipped, Dean leaning in and pressing a kiss right over the top of his throbbing bulge. He was so hard. He wanted this so much.

Dean eased open the button and pulled down the zipper. He nosed the flaps aside and wrapped his lips around the underside of Seth's clothed cock, his eyes moving up to meet Seth's. They refused to move.

Seth whined, the heat extreme against him. His entire body was shaking, but he couldn't look away. Dean looked so focused, so sexy. He almost wasn't sure if he'd make it further with the sheer intensity of how they were together.

"Imma take these off too," Dean murmured, his fingers curling into the elastic. He waited for Seth's nod and eased the down, Seth's cock springing upwards. He smiled, looking it over before pushing Seth to sit back on the arm chair he'd led Seth to. He tugged off Seth's sneakers and socks, letting them drop haphazardly to the floor before he fully eased Seth's jeans and underwear down the long legs.

Seth was stiff, his hands resting on the arms of the chair as he felt Dean's hot hands rest against his knees, easing them open. He was only sitting on the edge of the cushion, the backs of his shoulders against the chair. "D-Dean?" he questioned, whimpering at the feather light kisses that were placed against his inner thighs.

"Too much?" Dean asked, pulling back and making full eye contact. He wanted Seth to be comfortable, to enjoy all the pleasures his body could give him.

Seth shook his head, biting his lower lip as Dean went back to kissing his thighs, alternating sides as they steadily grew closer. He sucked in a breath, his hands tightening on the chair as a gentle kiss was pressed to the base of his cock. "Dean," he whined, his head falling back. It was sheer torture as those lips remained closed and peppered sweet kisses up the underside of his shaft, following the thick vein. "Dean." Again it was a whine. "Please."

Dean smirked, grasping the base of Seth's cock. His tongue slipped from between his lips and slowly swirled around the tip before sliding through the middle and smearing the translucent bead of pre-cum around. He was silent, listening to every single one of Seth's sounds and committing them to memory.

Suddenly, half of his rod was taken into a tight, hot suction and Seth cried out in sheer pleasure, his hips jerking forward as his back arched towards Dean. He hadn't meant to do it, but finally feeling a little relief was too good. "Dean!" he hissed between gritted teeth.

Dean smirked around Seth. Each time his name fell from those lips, his heart flipped over, filling his chest with warmth. Seth was calling out for him. He eased down Seth's shaft, sucking harder, his cheeks hallowing. He couldn't tease him anymore. He felt the same rush inside him to bring Seth to his peak. As much as he wanted to tease and torture him, he wanted to give Seth that sweet relief.

Seth writhed in the chair, sweat prickling his forehead as Dean worked over him in one of the best blow jobs he'd ever had in his entire life. "Dean," he whimpered, the single syllable name falling from his lips over and over and over again. The tension inside him was growing to a point he didn't know if could go and he knew that when he came, it was going to be huge. "Dean… so close."

Dean looked up, sultry brown eyes sparkling in the dim lit room. He could see the pleasured tears there. His pace slowed and he pulled off Seth with a soft pop that echoed in the room with Seth's pants. "Don't hold back, okay?" he asked, pressing a kiss right under Seth's navel before he went back to vigorously sucking.

Seth didn't have the chance to really answer, his cry of pleasure filling the room as his hands slid into Dean's hair and tugged wildly. Part of him wanted to push Dean all the way down, and another still wasn't sure if he really could finish in his mouth. It wasn't until a well placed flick of that sweet tongue against the underside of the head was the choice taken from him. "Dean!"

Dean stilled, allowing Seth's bitter essence fill his mouth, his cock growing thicker and throbbing madly as his tongue was bathed over and over again. He swallowed to keep up, almost chuckling at the way Seth's entire body was tensed with eyes squeezed shut. Once he felt the tremors start to ease away and Seth relax, did he pull back and lick the head with one long, sweeping motion, earning a over sensitive gasp. "Good?" he asked, swallowing once more before kissing up Seth's body to his lips.

Seth devoured Dean's mouth, his tongue pushing into the other man's mouth as hard as it could, ignoring the fact that he could explicitly taste himself on Dean's tongue. His hands refused to leave Dean's hair, even after they parted, until his blurred vision was normal again and his breathing was almost completely under control. "Shit."

Dean only had his famous smirk. "C'mon baby, I want try somethin' else," he breathed, wrapping his arms around Seth and scooping him up to his feet. He could feel the other man still shaking and he hoped what he was about to do didn't scare his smaller lover.

Seth eased onto the bed, on his hands and knees, but once he went to turn, Dean held him in place. The once buzzing pleasure of post orgasm was ripped away and his heart started to pound. "Dean," he gasped, his entire body shaking as those hands eased up his back to his shoulders.

Dean moved in, one knee on the edge of the bed as he leaned over Seth, his chest pressed fully against the trembling back. His lips pressed against Seth's ear. "Listen to me baby," he murmured, his hold tightening into a possessive hug. "I'm never gonna hurt you. One day, I wanna be able to hold you like this and make love to you. Just. Like. This." He swallowed, his own heart beating even faster. "Because this way, I can touch you all over." One hand slid up and plucked at a nipple, earning a whimper of pleasure. "And here." The other moved lower, wrapping around Seth's lax cock. "I can make you feel so good like this, and still be close to you."

Seth whimpered again. He could feel Dean's heart pounding into his back, the man over him shaking just as strongly as him. He smiled, sweet, pleasurable waves running through him at Dean's tender touches. He bit his lower lip, forcing himself to think of what this would be like for real, for him and Dean. It didn't take long for him to feel himself starting to grow hard again.

Dean turned and pressed his face into the crook of Seth's neck, laying kisses there. "Relax for me?" He felt Seth start to melt into his embrace. "Still gonna make you feel good." His kisses moved down the back of Seth's neck, across his shoulders and back before starting down his spine. Dean smirked. "I love these fuckin' tattoos."

Seth smirked at that, a light chuckle bubbling in his gut. Dean had always said he like them. His breath caught in the base of his throat once Dean's lips met the small of his back, his hips pushing outwards as he arched into the mattress. Both hands slid down to his hips, before moving down to his ass, both massaging them as kisses moved even lower. It wasn't until he felt Dean pull them apart that he jerked to look over his shoulder. "What're you—"

Dean didn't answer. Instead, he just looked at the tight pink pucker as he lowered to his knees on the floor. His eyes flickered up to meet Seth's anxious ones. "Don't worry," he breathed, pressing a kiss to Seth's right cheek. "If you hate it, I'll stop."

Seth nodded, his entire body jumping at the feel of wet heat against his entrance. Fire shot through him, straight to his gut, making him shudder. It was weird, but not unenjoyable. Slow, torturous licks drug over him, making him relax and grow even harder at the intimate performance.

Dean could feel Seth relaxing, his hand sliding up and wrapping around the half hard cock, stroking it in firm, slow strokes. He wanted Seth to fully open up for him. He wanted to ease into this tight body, show Seth that it should never hurt, that this should only bring pleasure. He wanted Seth's body to crave him as much as he craved the younger man's.

Seth's broken cry filled the air as the very tip eased into him. Tears were once again in his eyes, his head hanging as he tried to catch an ever elusive breath. The shock of being stretched without pain was immense and he wondered if it always felt this good to have something try and ease inside him.

Dean only continued to ease the very tip into Seth, swirling around the edge as his strokes grew faster. It shocked him when he felt Seth start to push back onto his tongue, wanting more of it inside him.

"More," Seth whimpered, urging Dean to continue, to give him more. "Please… I need… I need more."

Dean felt his heart do a flip and he wondered if he'd always remember how sweet Seth begged. He hoped to hear that sweet voice many times in the future. "Can… can I use my fingers?" he asked breathlessly.

Seth froze, thinking that Dean's fingers weren't as thick as his tongue, but they were certainly longer. He wanted more, but the last time….

No.

He couldn't think like that. "Yeah," he answered, easing his chest down to the comforter, his hands fisting in the material. His body felt so heavy. "Do it."

Dean nodded, his and Seth's eyes meeting as he pressing his index finger against the slightly loosened hole. "If it hurts or gets uncomfortable you tell me." He saw Seth nod, saw the love in his eyes. He pushed in, feeling Seth ease open for him before clamping down around his invading finger. "Shh, easy babe." He couldn't help but groan, thinking that the velvety insides of Seth were so tight around him.

Seth tried, sucking in a deep breath and holding it for a moment. It didn't hurt, it was just weird. The only reason he didn't tell Dean to stop, was because it was Dean inside him, touching some of his most personal areas. He yelped at the sudden bolt of pleasure that surged through him, almost feeling ashamed.

"There's your sweet spot," Dean cooed, leaning in and swiping his tongue around his finger. He heard another low, strangle moan and he eased out before pushing right back into that sweet bundle of nerves. "Yeah, feel how good that is baby?"

Seth whimpered out, "Yes." His eyes shutting as he rode the waves of pleasure. Tension was building in his belly again, the combined pleasure of Dean's hand on his cock and the assault on his prostate was going to easily throw him over the edge.

Dean pulled back and watched Seth carefully, easing his finger out to the first knuckle before easing in another one with it. He felt Seth clamp around him at the sudden change in thickness, but the moan that followed, told him that Seth enjoyed it. He was relieved, focused on making Seth cum again. He could feel his own body hot and hard, his arousal leaking heavily in the tight confines of his jeans, begging to be released. He could wait, this was for Seth.

Just a few more strokes and Seth was crying out a warning, another one and he that tight coil in his belly broke, sending him right over the edge into a blinding oblivion of release. Dean's name was a constant, whining mantra on his lips. He knew he'd soiled the sheets, but feeling Dean inside him, still stroking that spot inside him quickly made him not care.

Dean pulled back, smirking as Seth collapsed to his side, successfully avoiding the mess and gasped for breath. "Feel good baby?" he asked, moving onto the bed and laying on the other side, facing Seth, the mess between them.

Seth nodded, his cheeks ruddy with color as his eyes still remained half lidded and full of pleasure. "Too good," he returned, reaching across and pulling Dean into him. Neither cared that they were laying in the cool puddle of release as they let their tongues meet in a gentle tango. Seth was the one that pulled away, his hand sliding down Dean's chest to where his own throbbing bulge sat. His heart gave a hard thump, thinking he wanted to give Dean the same kind of pleasure he'd received.

"You don't have to," Dean whimpered, Seth's hand already pressing and massaging him over his jeans. His eyes fell shut, letting the pleasure wash over him.

Seth wouldn't hear it. He moved to undo Dean's jeans and pull them and his underwear down and off before throwing them off the side of the bed. "Sit up some," he urged, making Dean position himself so that he was leaning back against the headboard, his legs spread so that Seth could lay between them. He was quick to grasp the other man's cock and stroke it, knowing exactly how it felt in his hand. His mouth opened and his tongue swirled around the head, just like Dean had done for him. His nose wrinkled at the bitter taste of the other man's pre-cum.

Dean whimpered, watching Seth closely for any signs that he was uncomfortable. He bit his lower lip as he ran his hand through Seth's hair, those dark eyes lifting to meet his. "Feels good," he encouraged, a strangle whine filling the room as plush lips wrapped around the head and began to lightly suck. "Yeah, just like that baby."

Seth smirked, slowly moving down Dean's cock, careful not to gag. He loved the way he felt having Dean at his mercy at that moment. Still slowly, he moved up until he only held the tip in his mouth and once again moved down. His pace grew a little faster once he saw Dean's other hand fist into the blankets. For being the first blow job he'd given, he was pretty confident that Dean was really enjoying it.

Dean's eyes opened, his gaze settling on how good Seth's lips look stretched around his cock. He didn't know if he'd ever seen anything so sexy before in his life and he knew with how much he'd been torturing Seth and enjoying the way he pleased the other man, it wouldn't take him long to finish.

Seth seemed to feel it; Dean was rock hard and already throbbing in his mouth. He tried to suck a little harder take Dean a little deeper. He bobbed up and down, Dean's hand fisting in the back of his hair, holding him in place just as a soft groan and his name filled his ears. It was at that moment he tasted it, streams of white coating his tongue, the bitterness of the other man's release filling his mouth. He swallowed quickly, pulling back before Dean was finished. Luckily, it was only one more small spurt that landed on his hand.

Dean chuckled, watching as Seth's features twisted into something close to disgust. "Bitter, huh?" he asked, cupping Seth's face and easing him up beside him. He let the other man nod before he leaned in and kissed him sweetly.

Seth laid in Dean's arms, once again with his body pressed completely against Dean's side, his head on the strong chest, listening to the steady heartbeat. He was content and exhausted and quickly drifting off to sleep. That was until he felt fingers start sliding through his hair. His head shot up, his eyes wide as he took in Dean's loving look, a soft smile on those lips, half lidded eyes full of love.

"Somethin' wrong?" Dean asked, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Seth's forehead. The silence that followed made his heart jump awkwardly in his chest. "Babe?" Something didn't feel right. Something was off.

Seth swallowed hard, looking down to where his hand was resting on Dean's belly. He didn't want to ruin this moment. He didn't want to bring up anything that he knew would rip this peace away from them, but he couldn't stop. He had questions that he had to have answers to. "Can… can you make Moxley come out whenever you want?" he asked, biting his lower lip. "I know that's weird to ask…. It's just I've been…." He let his voice trail off, swallowing hard once he felt Dean pull away from him and sit up, swinging his legs over the edge of bed.

Dean sat there, shaking his head. Anger was swirling around in his belly. He was so tired of being asked about Moxley, especially at a time like this. Why would Seth even want to know? Weren't they happy without him around? "I'm not some circus act that can just flip on command," he hissed out, covering his face with both hands. He hadn't meant to be that cold or rude. He'd just wanted Seth to understand that he had no control over Moxley or when he decided to make his presence known.

Seth winced, sitting up and pulling his knees to his chest. "I'm sorry," he whispered, sighing softly. "I didn't mean it that way. I just… I wanted to know, because there's some things I need to ask him." He sucked in a breath, his eyes closing as Dean stood and walked towards the bathroom. He heard water running before Dean returned dressed in a pair of shorts that he'd discarded earlier in the day. "I didn't wanna make you mad."

"I'm not mad," Dean shot back, groaning afterwards. He knew he was angry and he was lying at that moment, but he didn't want to say it. "Look, anything with Moxley is bad news anymore. I don't want to know anything about him and I sure as hell don't wanna be able to give him my body." He let out a heated sigh, shaking his head as he leaned against the wall next to the bed. "He's not who he used to be."

Seth slid out of the bed, walking over and cupping Dean's cheek. He loved the way Dean leaned into his touch. "Dean," he started, knowing that this conversation was going to lead down a dark, painful road but it was one they had to travel. "When you were with Solomon, would you let him out?" He paused. "Because Moxley loved him too."

Dean jerked away from Seth's touch, his eyes narrowing as a look of betrayal settled on his face. "No. I never let him out like he was some fuckin' dog Seth," he hissed, a lump settling in his throat, making it hard for him to raise his voice, even if he wanted to yell. "It just happened! I know he fuckin' loved him. I heard about Moxley from Sami more times than I can count." He shook his head, his jaw tightening. Irrational thoughts were swirling around his brain.

Seth swallowed hard, reaching out for Dean's hand. "Dean… I—"

"What?!" Dean snapped, yanking his hand away. "You wanna fuck him now too!"

Silence filled the room before a loud, powerful, echoing smack followed.

Dean knew he'd spoken out of turn and in anger. His cheek burned and he tried not to let his eyes tear up. He'd over stepped. He'd let his anger and jealousy get the best of him and there was a good chance now that Seth would walk away too.

Seth stood there, chest heaving as his hand lowered to his side again. "Fuck you," he hissed, his heart pounding harder than ever. "How the fuck could you ever say that to me?" Dean's silence only hurt and angered Seth more. All he saw was red. "Huh?! He used me like the fucking punching bag." He paused, his throat tightening, tears filling his eyes. "He fucking raped me Dean! He held me down and fucked me like a dirty whore and you wanna ask me if I want to relive that?"

Dean closed his eyes, tears already filling his own eyes. His jaw tightened, his hands covering his face, the heels of his hands rubbing against his eyes roughly. "Fuck, Seth, I didn't… I didn't mean it like that," he started, hating the way his entire body shook. He was going to lose Seth, and it was his own fault. "I'm sorry. I am. Fuck, I'm so fuckin' sorry!" His hands dropped, his eyes falling on Seth. "I don't wanna feel like I'm fighting for you against someone that doesn't even exist." He paused, his voice dropping in the silent room. "Not like I did with him, Seth." He leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down to the floor. "Fuck…."

Seth stood there. He was still hurt and angry and he was completely torn between staying there or asking someone if he could room with them for the night. He seriously thought about asking Roman or Cody, but he knew it would only complicate things further. Instead, he turned back to the bed. "I'm going to bed," he said, his voice monotone and low. He didn't leave any room for Dean to argue as he pulled the sheets down and slid between them and wrapped them tightly around his body. "We have a show tomorrow."

Dean looked up from his spot and nodded, even if he knew Seth couldn't see him.

(A/N): So… things are getting a little rough with Dean and Seth now, huh? Any thoughts on what's gonna happen or what they think's gonna happen? Because I'd love to hear them. Especially now that some truth has been spilled. Once again, thank all of you for your love, support, and patience! Onwards and upwards!

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