Seth was mindlessly scrolling through twitter when a familiar view popped up on his timeline. He knew once he saw that CJ tweeted the picture that she was with Dean. But he wasn't sure if he was more pissed off that she had lied to him or saddened that she'd give up sleeping in her bed for Dean rather than him. But, he was going to do what she had requested of him and talk to her before he started being a moody bastard. He just hoped that she had a good reason for cheating him once again. Of course she wasn't cheating on him, because they weren't dating, but she certainly wasn't being fair.
So he set to pacing around his house while he debated calling CJ. Every time he looked at her contact information, he felt this pang in his heart and didn't press call because he didn't want to hear Dean's voice in the background for fear of losing it completely. His dogs had started watching him in concern, obviously sensing a mood shift in their owner. Kevin had actually taken to following Seth as he walked around the house until Seth picked him up and opted to carry him around as he paced.
"I don't know what to do, buddy." Seth mumbled, stopping his pacing to look at the Yorkie. His only response was a lick to the face and Seth couldn't help but smile before setting Kevin down and finally pushing call. He wasn't sure if he'd rather talk to her or leave a voicemail, but the choice was made for him when the phone eventually went to voicemail. It took about eight rings, so he knew that she wasn't ignoring him. But it only lead him to think about what she could be doing that she didn't hear her phone go off. Those were definitely thoughts that he didn't want to have, because all he thought about was Dean making a move on CJ and Dean being the guy who made her smile. Dean may have been his best friend, but those thoughts didn't sit well with him and it took a lot of restraint to not let his voice give away how upset he was while he left a message. Then, for good measure, he sent her a text.
Hopefully, she'd call him back by the end of the night.
CJ didn't hear her phone because she had turned the ringer off and left it in Dean's bedroom while they decided to watch a movie in the living room. The movie turned into being just background noise for their making out on the couch, and CJ found herself mentally begging for one of Dean's hands to travel south from where they rest on her hips. There was this nagging feeling at the back of her head that told her that she shouldn't be in Vegas, but she only ignored it by applying more effort into her kiss with Dean. She got a positive reaction when she tugged at his hair, so she went with it, mentally cheering when he laid her down on the couch and hovered over her.
"I've been waiting for this moment for too long, CJ." Dean breathed against her lips, bringing a smile out of the blonde who still had her fingers tangled in his hair. "I'm going to make you feel so good that you forget your own name, and all I need to do it is two fingers and my mouth."
"How do I know that you're not all talk?" CJ teased, noticing the determined look shining in his eyes before he pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss; putting his knee between her legs while their mouths worked in harmony, tongues dancing in the most intimate of dances. Mind racing with all the possibilities of what was about to happen, CJ barely paid attention to the fact that Dean had torn her shirt and only had to remove the collar from around her neck before attaching his mouth to her shoulder and biting down. Had she been paying attention to him and not her thoughts, she would've seen the purely predatory look in those baby blue eyes that had darkened with lust while he eyed his handiwork before traveling south.
CJ arched her back when his fingers began dancing along the edges of her bra, fingertips sending tingles of anticipation through to her brain as they danced across the soft skin of her breasts until he finally slid one of his hands to the clasp. Skilled fingers worked nimbly to unclasp the lacy piece of lingerie and she could have sworn that his face lit up once he had the garment removed.
"Shouldn't you be getting naked, too?" CJ asked, successfully stopping Dean from taking one of her breasts into his mouth while he considered his response.
"I'm not the one who hasn't gotten off in two months. This is about you, since I can get off on my own." As if telling her that was the end of the discussion, Dean then took one of her hardened peaks into his mouth, pinching and rolling the other between his thumb and index finger. A soft sigh of pleasure left CJ's parted lips as her hand tangled itself in his, outrageously soft, messy blonde curls. He didn't bother with giving the other breast the same oral attention before his mouth kissed a down her body, tongue dipping into her navel before stopping at the waistband of her jeggings. She expected teasing, but instead he pulled them down and off, bringing her panties down as well and leaving her socks on before looking down at her glistening, freshly waxed, mound.
But before Dean went straight for the prize that awaited, he instead kissed his way up her left thigh with feather-light touches of his soft lips to her smooth skin. He then repeated this motion on her right thigh before spreading her labia apart and dipping his tongue into her folds. He wasn't sure if it was out of instinct or her trying to test if he was "all talk"; but he felt her hand on his that was holding onto the back of his sofa, so he released his hold on the couch and turned his hand palm-side up so he could hold her small hand in his much larger one while his mouth set to work on giving her that first orgasm in months.
He alternated between probing and stroking her slit with his tongue, making sure that only his index and middle fingers were keeping her labia separated and the other two were curled against his palm. If the way her hips arched off the couch were any indication, along with the soft moans leaving her mouth, he was doing a good job and he was only just getting started.
Dragging his tongue up to her neglected bundle of nerves, Dean moved his tongue around the sensitive nub in slow circles that made just enough contact to make her hold his hand just a bit tighter. Knowing that she was probably tighter than all hell, Dean only slid one of his two fingers into her opening to test the waters and get her warmed up for the second. Once the second worked its way in, his tongue made direct contact wither her clit before his teeth gently grazed her pearl, eliciting a hearty moan from CJ while her hand squeezed his tighter.
It was then that Dean started writing the cursive alphabet with his tongue, varying the pressure put onto the sensitive nub with every letter. At the same time his fingers found a moderate pace to work within her walls, hooking up on every thrust in to hit that sweet spot until he felt her walls begin to pulsate around his fingers. It was then that he ditched the alphabet and instead wrote his name over and over again with a constant pressure against her clit that had shudders wracking through her body while she cried out to god until the juices finally started to flow and he removed his fingers so he could lap up her honey as if it were the nectar of the gods.
"Fuck." Was all CJ managed to get out between shaky breaths as she tried to recover. "What's my name again?"
The smug smirk on his face was enough to show how proud of himself he was, but Dean Ambrose always had to get in the last word.
"Told you."
CJ didn't get to her phone until hours later because Dean loved to prove his point, and at one point she had fallen asleep on the couch for a bit. She had woken up in Dean's bed, the sound of the shower running could be heard through the closed door separating the bedroom and master bathroom. Her phone was on the nightstand and she reached for it, not bothering to sit up. Four missed calls and one text. The one text on her phone made it slip from her hands at the realization of what she just did to Seth. Unfortunately for CJ, she dropped her phone right onto her face.
"Ow."
"Are you alright?" Dean asked as he exited the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist and she groaned, picking up her phone and sitting up.
"No. I'm a terrible person, Dean."
"Because I made you cum five times on the couch and you passed out?"
"No, well, I feel bad about that so kinda that. I told Seth that I wouldn't go to Davenport with him because I wanted to sleep in my bed, but here I am with you and he knows I'm here because I'm an idiot and tweeted a picture of this kick ass view and-"
"You're rambling. Take a couple deep breaths, CJ."
"Seth probably thinks I lied to him when I really didn't lie, I just forgot what I had said to him. But still that's bitchy and- I need to go to Iowa and apologize to him." Despite the deep breaths, she was still rambling and Dean only listened as he put on a pair of briefs.
"Why don't you call him back first and explain your side of everything before you just hop a flight to the other side of the country to apologize. Make sure that he actually wants to see you right now." Dean advised, knowing that before he let CJ do anything out of his apartment, she had to calm down to the point where she could go through a sentence without rambling. "You go shower and calm yourself down, I'll order takeout while you're in there. Okay?"
"Okay. Thank you, Dean."
"You're welcome." He mumbled, kissing her forehead before going through his drawers for a clean tshirt to put on while she went into the bathroom.
It was eleven thirty in Davenport when CJ finally got a hold of Seth on her fifth attempt at calling him. He was eager to hear her explanation for lying to him.
"Seth-"
"Why would you lie to me for Dean, CJ?"
"I can understand why you're pissed, and I'm sorry, Seth. But I didn't lie to you. I had completely forgotten what I had told you about going home and I just- I've gotten so used to being around Dean that when he invited me to fly to be in Vegas with him I just said yes. Had the tables been flipped and it was you that I was sitting in the airport with while he was on his flight home, I would've gone to Davenport with you instead of going home." Seth had listened intently to what she was saying, trying to listen for that tone she had when she lied. When she lied she sounded like she was reading a script for a commercial and trying to sell her point. She didn't have that tone this time around and sounded genuinely sorry. "I'm really sorry that I hurt you with my awful decision making skills, Sethie. I'm an in-ring technician, but outside the ring and especially with relationships-"
"You're socially retarded." Seth chuckled, hearing her laugh on the other line. "But it's alright, babe. Tell Dean that sometime next week I want you for the night. I know he's got some protector thing going on, but he can trust me and he can't hog you."
"I'll be sure to extend the message, and I will make this up to you, Seth. It wasn't fair and I felt like shit when I realized what I did. I still feel like shit, if that makes you feel better."
"It doesn't." Seth admitted with a small chuckle. "We'll hug it out on Friday at the house show."
"Damn straight." CJ assured as Seth let out a small yawn. "I'll go to Davenport tomorrow morning, if that's what you want, Seth."
"No, spend time with Dean. You can come home with me next time or maybe my parents wouldn't mind watching the dogs for a bit so I can go down to Tampa to be with you. We can work it out tomorrow, but I need to get some sleep since I've got a CrossFit day ahead of me."
"Alright. Goodnight, Sethie. Sweet dreams."
"I'll be dreaming of you, CJ, so I know they'll be sweet. Goodnight, babe." With that Seth hung up and set his phone on the charger before looking down at Lola, who was using his chest as a pillow. "The things that woman does to me, huh, Lola-baby? You know that if she was here, you'd be s-o-l because we'd probably be having an extensive workout of our own here in the bed." Seth cooed, scratching the dog behind her ears. Lola only looked up at Seth tiredly, before dropping her head back onto his chest.
"I know, you didn't need to know that much and you don't care either."
So that wasn't too terrible, right? When it comes to the sexual scenes I'm always open to criticism so don't be afraid to offer criticism and please don't hold back. No criticism is too harsh when it'll lead to be in a better writer, in my opinion.
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