At the higher altitude, Rollins regained a signal and placed a call to the road manager. He ended the call and laughed. "So, they're going to get us another car in the morning and he really does want us to stay at the Family Quality Court motel."

"Fuck it. Whatever. Works for me," Ambrose was tired and the little motel was good enough for him.

Inside, a plump, nice woman informed them that the motel was completely booked except for one king-sized room. The two took it and were soon lounging on the big bed with the tv on the free HBO channel advertised on the sign. They'd walked to the 24-hour mini-mart and bought a 6-pack and a few waters and snacks and now, they were kind of enjoying this little detour from the usual schedule.

"I think you broke the car running off the damn road," Rollins informed his companion.

"Impossible," Ambrose shot back. "Every car you drive would be broken if that were true." He chuckled when Seth flipped a bottle cap at him. "You're always dicking with your phone, reaching for shit, running off the road, crossing the center line. Shit, Rollins, you can't drive."

Seth knew he was guilty of being a distracted driver and quickly let go of the possibility that Dean broke the rental. He settled back and watched the feature "The Hunger Games" and sipped his beer.

"So, what WAS your dream?" Dean revisited the topic and had been wanting to since the moment the car stalled. "Was I in it?"

"Um, yeah, you were," Rollins relented. He quickly took another sip of beer. "But it was nothing. I was wrestling you. That's all."

Dean took a deep breath and pressed his luck. "You acted so freaked out; I thought you were dreaming of fucking me."

Seth spit beer out and started coughing. "What the fuck, Dean? Why would say something so fucked up?" His cheeks were berry red and his eyes, wide.

"You WERE dreaming about fucking me," Ambrose pressed further. Damn, he hoped the brunette was thinking about him like that. He certainly thought of Seth like that; on a regular basis.

"Did I have a hard on?" Seth laughed. "I think you wish I did. I think YOU wanna fuck me and you're holding this dream thing over my head." Rollins had turned the tables pretty easily.

But who did Seth think he was messing with? Did he think Dean would blush and tremble? Ambrose calmly replied, "Yeah, pretty much." The man would never be shy.

"What if I was dreaming that?" Rollins picked at label on his beer without looking up.

"I'd say 'tell me about it and be specific'," Dean replied and looked Seth over; that lean, muscular frame so close to him; maybe an arm-length away.

Rollins still didn't look up but began quietly, "Well, we were in the showers after working out and you, uh, we were, ya know and I liked it."

"Wow, sexy story, Rollins," Dean said sarcastically.

"What?" Seth exclaimed. "I mean, at least I admitted it." He drank his beer and studied the bottle; anything to avoid looking at the man who was staring at him. "Besides, I'm not really a teller. I'm a doer." His brows raised and he smirked.

"Oh really?" Ambrose scooted closer. "What exactly are you going to do?"

"You kinda want me, don't you?" Seth looked Ambrose in his eyes. He'd been afraid Dean was just trying to get him to admit something embarrassing but his friend was seemingly serious and Seth was feeling more confident and a bit buzzed.

"Kinda." Dean replied as he inched even closer to the hot brunette. "Now what about this dream?"

"Well, we kissed," Seth told him and looked down shyly.

"I thought you were a doer; not a teller, Rollins." Ambrose allowed his fingertips to touch Seth's muscular arm.

Rollins closed his eyes and leaned in and kissed his friend who kissed him back without apprehension. A million fireworks went off in Seth's world – bright, beautiful, hissing and popping – what a kiss! Ambrose moved his body closer until they were touching, still engaged in that blissful kiss.

They finally parted, panting a bit and feeling only slightly awkward. "Then what?" Dean asked anxiously, getting a small laugh from Seth.

"We kissed a lot," Rollins admitted and the two were quickly intertwined and making out. Shirts came off and cotton workout shorts were pulled down and they were soon nude and pressed against one another. Seth bared his body and his soul. "I've wanted this for so long."

"I've wanted it too," Dean was quick to agree with the sentiment. He kissed Seth again and asked boldly, "So in your dream, who did who? Did I fuck you or what?"

"Wow, straight to the point, huh?" Rollins shook his head and laughed nervously. "Um, I did you but I think you were about to do me but you know, you ran the car off the fucking road so I'll never know what that was like."

"How about now?" Ambrose stroked Seth's hard cock. "I could show you now."

"Yeah, you could," Rollins whispered, his voice taken by the sheer gravity of the moment.

The two resituated and Dean entered Rollins slowly. Both men groaned from the pleasure, the tension, this hot moment becoming real.

Ambrose pumped slowly while jerking Seth's erection in time. Rollins began to moan and his body unraveled – he was more relaxed and fucking him felt delicious for Dean. It didn't last a long time – first times rarely do – and both had incredible climaxes; the kind you don't ever forget.

Afterwards they lay close and actually held hands, their conversation was more open as they expressed their common feelings for one another and they shared several more kisses before drifting into dreamless sleep. Tomorrow, they'd rejoin the rest of the company but this time was their time.

The loud bark of the rumble strips roared through the rented Ford Focus, causing Ambrose to jerk the car back onto the highway and Rollins to bolt upright in his seat.

"Oh my god, Seth," Ambrose was apologizing. "I'm so sorry. I went off the side of the road trying to reach my energy drink. Can you get it for me?"

Seth sat dazed for a moment. He was in the car; Dean was driving. Seth felt utter confusion.

"Man, can you grab my Red Bull?" Ambrose asked for his drink again and Rollins moved this time, reaching into the back seat and grabbing it. He watched Ambrose take several gulps. "You okay, Rollins?"

"I just had the weirdest dream – a dream within a dream, actually." Seth smiled and looked over at his companion – that sexy, bad boy of a man driving sure looked good.

"You wanna tell me about it?" Ambrose offered, happy to have someone to talk to.

"You know what?" Rollins said, grinning. "Sure." He settled back in his seat. "So, you were driving us to Detroit and I was sleeping…"

THE END

SWEET DREAMS