Shield and Jay/Heath
"Are you guys ready yet?" Jay sighed, tapping on the hotel room door. Behind him Dean scoffed, and Roman snorted, the latter running a hand through his long hair.
"Jay, we'll just meet you down there," Heath called back, giggling.
"Might as well just do as he says, Seth always takes forever to get ready," Dean sighed. "I thought I was over having to wait for chicks."
"I suggest you shut up and leave if you feel like getting laid tonight!" Seth yelled from the other side of the door, the three men in the hallway snickering and heading down the hall toward the stairs.
"Where the hell are they?" Roman grumbled, glancing at his watch on his wrist. Jay shrugged, and ruffled his hair, checking that the spikes were still intact.
"Better not to think too much about it," he said with a soft sigh.
"They're chicks, just let them go," Dean mused, leaning against the back wall with his eyes closed.
"You know what happens when you call Seth a chick," Roman scolded, reaching out to cuff Dean lightly around the back of the head.
"Holy shit…will you two stop fighting and look?" Jay snapped, straightening up and staring at the door. Heath appeared in the doorway, long red hair pulled into a single ponytail at the back of his head. He turned his head to search for Jay in the crowd, the ponytail bouncing and tickling the back of his neck. When his eyeliner ringed eyes met Jay, he smiled, the short black and white cheerleader skirt being flicked sidewards as Heath posed in the doorway. Heath trailed his fingertips over the small expanse of midriff exposed between the waistband of the skirt, and the bottom of the top half of the outfit.
"Well that's your boy," Roman growled, stepping up next to Jay. "Now where's ours?"
"Right there," Dean growled, pushing his sunglasses up to his head. Seth appeared next to Heath, and leant over to shove the other man up against the wall, capturing the red-heads lips. His white button down shirt was tied under his pecs, showing off his tight abs and the string of the pure white thong peeking over the top of the short red, plaid schoolgirl skirt. Ripped fishnets and black combat boots half done up completed the outfit, and his hair pulled up in to perfectly tied pigtails only made Roman and Dean more eager to use them as reins to fuck Seth.
"If you'll excuse me…" Jay murmured, striding across the room, and wrapped Heaths ponytail around his fist, dragging the red-head out of the room. Seth popped his gum and sashayed across the room, stopping just shy of Roman and reaching out to trail his fingers down the varsity jacket.
"So my big strong football player," he purred, Roman puffing his chest out slightly. "How are you going to treat me tonight?"
"Like the little whore you are," Dean snarled, yanking Seth into his arms. Seth giggled and looked up at the elder man, grinding his hips into the bulge covered by ripped black jeans.
"Well hi there bad boy," he teased, gripping the leather covered biceps. Roman came up behind them, and groped Seth's ass under his skirt.
"What do you say we take this slut back to the room and show him why it's a bad idea to provoke us?" Roman suggested, Dean wiggling his eyebrows and dragging Seth out of the room. Company Halloween parties were made to be blown off.
