Warnings: Slash (Stone Cold Steve Austin/Dean Ambrose), Smut, Mild Profanity, AU.


Escaping the office isn't one of Steve's proudest moments, but he needed to get away before Dean made some kind of comment that was too hard to explain away to Phil. He's worked hard on getting as far as he has with Phil, and he doesn't need a one night stand messing it up. Dean seems interesting, and whilst Steve wouldn't object to spending another night or two with him, Dean's not the guy Steve's got his eye on. Dean's the kind of guy who's fun for a fling; Phil's the kind of guy who's in it for the long haul. Steve can picture making a life with Phil, he can imagine walking his little dog, he can picture them sitting down to dinner after a long day in the office, he can see them cuddling up on the couch, or taking long walks on the beach. Dean doesn't seem like the sort for any of those things. Dean seems like he'd blow you in a public bathroom for kicks, or have sex in the changing room at a store just because it's there and he can. A few years ago, Dean would be everything Steve wanted, but now all he wants is someone to have. He can't picture anyone having Dean; he's too young, and too free. Phil seems like he needs someone to take care of him, and Steve intends to make that someone himself.

"Steve, I need to shoot off, and I won't be in tomorrow, but we're still on for tomorrow night, right?"

"Seven o'clock." Steve hands Phil's usual coffee to him, and glances around the office. "Where's the new boy?"

"Boss wanted to see him again. So, I'll meet you at the club right?" Phil's holding the cup carefully, and Steve's trying hard to not think about Phil's fingers wrapped around his cock. For a man so tall, and solidly built, Phil has delicate fingers, long, thin, almost spindly. Steve has imagined those fingers around his dick more than once.

"Unless you wanna grab something to eat first." Steve smiles, and is mildly disappointed when Phil shakes his head.

"I'm actually doubling down on this, so I can't." He laughs softly, and takes a careful sip of his coffee. "I'm doing one of those long pieces on one of the comics on the bill."

"That's where you're going?" Steve steps a little closer, invading Phil's personal space just a little.

"Yup." He nods his head quickly, not backing up, in fact it seems like he moves a little closer to Steve. "So, seven?"

"Ooo? What's happening at seven?" Dean returns, and braces his arm on the doorframe behind Phil, effectively blocking him in the doorway between Steve and Dean.

"Uh..." Phil shifts uncomfortably, and Steve steps back, giving him a little more room. "Steve and I are going to a comedy club."

"A date?" Dean smirks, and before Steve can confirm it is, Phil's laughing nervously and saying no.

"I'm doing a piece on one of the stand-ups, and Steve likes comedy, right?" Phil turns to him with a smile, and Steve's fighting the urge to correct Phil's no. This is a date, and Steve has the terrible feeling he knows what Phil's about to say next. "It's tomorrow night at seven, if you'd like to come?"

"Sure... I'm sure cowboy can show me the way." The smile on Dean's face is sly, and almost indulgent. "You're leaving? It's only just after lunch... Half day?" Dean's slinked a little closer to Phil, his attention totally on him.

"I'm still working... It's one of those long pieces." Phil's phone chimes, and he pulls it out of his pocket. The message makes him pull a face that has Steve fighting a smile. Phil can be incredibly cute without ever meaning to be. "I gotta run, so I'll see you both tomorrow?" Phil takes a hurried sip of his coffee, and squeezes past Dean.

"Tomorrow at seven, Phil." Steve confirms, and holds Dean's coffee out to him. "Have fun with your comic." Phil nods, and hurries off up the corridor, his phone to his ear.

"So... I'm gonna guess I just crashed what was a date. Sorry, cowboy." Dean takes his coffee with a grin, and heads to his desk.

"Yeah, I'm sure you're real sorry, Dean." Steve goes to his own desk, and unlocks his computer to stare at the article he'd been writing before he'd left the office. He's no idea if it's the right thing to be writing. He's never been fond of these editorial style pieces, he's never entirely sure what to write, and the subject he's working on seems tedious to him as he resumes writing once more.

"Oh I am! I hate to stand in the way of love." Dean laughs, his fingers clacking on his keyboard. "Though, your boy seems a little jumpy." Steve winces slightly at Dean's comment, and glares at his computer screen. "And based on last night, I'd say he wasn't really your type, cowboy."

"Yeah well, past performance and all that." Steve snaps, and proceeds to ignore Dean for the rest of the day.

I'm sorry about inviting Dean... It seemed like the right thing to do. - Phil Brooks 08:31pm

Steve can't say he's surprised by Phil's message. He's not happy about it, but he understands that Phil is essentially a painfully polite person. Steve wouldn't have invited Dean, but Phil's a nicer guy than he is.

We can have a proper date next time. :D - sent 08:32pm

Yes! I'd like that. - Phil Brooks 08:33pm

Next time you can pick where we go, cause I'd bad at choosing date locations... I don't go on a lot of dates, but I'm sure you've noticed that, huh? - Phil Brooks 8:34pm

I had. - sent 08:34pm

Is it to forward to ask why? - sent 08:35pm

Steve thinks it might have been too pushy to ask that question so soon, but he's always wanted to know why Phil seems to keep so much to himself. He is a good-looking guy, and it surprises Steve that he's not more into the dating scene. He is sure that he's overstepped the mark by asking. Phil's a low-key guy, and that was a forward question, not one Steve thinks he'll be given to answering.

I'm not long out of a relationship. I wanted to wait a while before getting back on the horse as it were, cowboy. :D - Phil Brooks 09:57pm

Don't you start too. - sent 09:57pm

Also, thank you for telling me that. - sent 09:58pm

Steve hadn't expected a response, not after so long, and he thinks that what Phil's said isn't the whole truth, but it's more than he'd expected, so he'll not complain. If there's more to the story, the only way to find it out is going to be by earning Phil's trust. He's already decided that Phil's a long term choice, so waiting a little longer to get hi trust isn't a problem.

"Just you and me this morning, cowboy." Dean's wearing a grin that can only be described as shit-eating when Steve arrives in the office the next morning. Steve would be lying if he said he was unhappy at seeing Dean. His hair is looking particularly tousled, and his shirt is hugging the muscles of his chest tightly, he remains as attractive as he was the first time Steve saw him, but it's still disconcerting to see someone he's fucked in the office. He's always been careful to keep business and pleasure separate, at least before Phil, but he's a special case.

"Morning." Steve returns to his article, and once more can't think of anything worthwhile to add to what he has.

"Phil gets coffee, but I get nothing? Rude." Dean's fingers are clacking loudly, and Steve laughs at him.

"I already gave you plenty the other night." He leers over at Dean. An unexpected flush comes over Dean's cheeks, and he hides his obvious embarrassment by returning to his work in silence.

"What kind of coffee do you drink?" Dean asks him at lunchtime. He's standing by the office door, his coat already on, clearly he's offering to bring Steve back something.

"Uh... I'm in the mood for a chai latte." Steve doesn't look up at Dean's dismissive snort of his drink choice. He's more focussed on his stupid article. Think pieces are the worst. He's certain that he's going to junk everything he's written before this piece is due.

"Here." Dean setting his coffee down in front of him interrupts Steve's mental rant about how much he hates writing these stupid articles. "So, cowboy, where's the stationery closet?" Dean's lazy smirk is back on his lips, his hip resting against Steve's desk.

"Why?" Steve asks, suspicion in his tone. There's something in Dean's voice, in his posture that says that he's not looking for some paper or a new pen. There's something of the other night about him, something that says sex is on the cards.

"Why indeed, cowboy." He licks his lips deliberately, and straightens up. "I don't have any lube, but I'm more than up for sucking you off." Steve is on his feet without really thinking about it. Dean's so blunt, so not given to playing games when it comes to sex, and he does like this no nonsense approach of Dean's. It leaves no doubts as to what's going down, no second guessing, no mystery. With Dean, what you see, and he says, is what you get.

The stationery closet is nearby. A small room, with a lock on the inside. It would be more surprising if Steve wasn't already aware that more than a few employees use this tiny room for anything but stationery. There's a rolled up ten dollar bill on one shelf, and he's sure in the gloom he can see an open condom packet, this closet is a veritable den of iniquity. Dean starts kissing him as soon as the door is locked, his hands going straight for Steve's flies.

"You waste no time, do you?" Steve asks between kisses, his hands skimming down Dean's back to squeeze his ass.

"I know what I want, and I take it... It's not a difficult concept is it?" Dean asks, and draws Steve's cock out. "There's no way I'm going to pussyfoot around Phil, by the way. I wanna fuck him." Steve snorts dismissively at him, and Dean regards him coolly. "You've no claim on his sweet little ass, if you did you'd not be messing with me."

"Phil's not like you. No offence." Steve squeezes Dean's ass again, and pecks the tip of his nose.

"You're saying he's better than me?" Dean drops to his knees, and engulfs Steve's cock, sucking for all he's worth. Steve's hands tangle in his hair, tugging lightly on the messy strands. He's beginning to think this is why Dean's hair is always in such a mess. If it's not styled, it doesn't matter if it gets messed up. Dean starts fondling Steve's balls, his head bobbing up and down. Steve takes a more firm hold of his head, and begins to thrust. Dean's eyes fly open, and he stares up at Steve. He smirks down at him, and thrusts more firmly into his throat. Dean's hands push at Steve's thighs, and he relents, letting Dean pull back. A decidedly wicked grin spreads over his lips. "Warn a guy, cowboy." He takes Steve's cock back in his mouth, and doesn't resist when Steve resumes fucking his throat. His thrusts are hard, and fast. His hands tight in Dean's hair, tugging at the strands. Dean's eyes are tightly closed, his nostrils flared as he breathes as rapidly as he can. Steve lets him go for a moment, lets him gulp in some air, and then is straight back to fucking him. It's fast and messy, no finesse on either side. Steve's fucking like his life depends on it, and Dean's along for the ride, snatchings breaths when he can, his hand clearly busy working his own cock. Steve manages a few more thrusts, each a little deeper than the last, then he's cumming down Dean's throat. Dean cums some time during Steve getting his breathing, and senses, under control again. He's regarding Steve with his lazy smirk once more. "I'm gonna fuck him in this closet, and you're gonna be standing close enough to hear him screaming my name." Dean stands, and zips his pants backup. "And once I'm done, you're gonna join us, and I'm gonna let you fuck me silly." Steve rolls his eyes, and shakes his head.

"Phil isn't gonna let you fuck him in here." Steve isn't in the least bit fazed by Dean's comments. He's known Phil longer; he knows Phil's not the fucking in stationery closets type. If anything, Phil's the on a bear skin rug, beside a roaring fire type. Dean's hard and fast, rough and dirty. Phil's soft and sweet, gentle and sensual.

"Oh yeah? I think you're underestimating my seduction capabilities, cowboy." Dean tucks Steve's cock back into his boxers, and zips Steve's pants back up for him. "I can get him into my bed long before you can."

"I'm not making bets over him. He's not a prize." Steve taps Dean on the end of the nose, laughing at the sour expression on his face.

"You're no fucking fun." Dean grumbles. "I swear, you and that precious little cinnamon roll are a good match. He's too precious, and you're no fun." Steve laughs at him, and leaves the closet. He feels like he can tackle this stupid think piece now. Dean's blowjob seems to have sucked the malaise Steve had been feeling out of him.

"Colt, you remember Steve, right?" Phil standing beside his room-mate, who looks unnervingly nervous. Steve's never been jealous of comedians. He's not by any stretch of the imagination shy, but he can't imagine being alone on a stage. He can't think of anything more distressing than trying to make a roomful of drunk, rowdy people laugh.

"Hey." Colt shakes Steve's hand, then turns to Dean. "You're Steve's boyfriend?" Dean laughs at the question, and thankfully shakes his head.

"No, we all work together." Dean shakes Colt's hand. "I'll get the beers in."

"Pepsi for me." Phil says, and Dean looks at him in confusion. "I don't drink." He smiles, and Steve files that little piece of information away for future reference. He'd thought the think piece Phil wrote on the straight edge subculture was just a piece, he'd not realised that he subscribed to some of those philosophies. It is useful to know though, every little drop of information makes it that little bit easier to finally persuade Phil into his bed.

"Alright... Beer, Steve?" Steve nods dumbly at Dean's question, utterly surprised at being called by his name. He's not sure, in the short time he's known Dean, he's ever called him Steve.

"He seems nice..." Colt says to no one in particular, and leans in to say something quietly to Phil. "It was good seeing you again, Steve. Lemme know what you think of my set." He wanders off, and Phil turns to Steve with a brilliant smile.

"I'm glad you came." Steve manages to hide a wince at Phil's words, the coming he's thinking of is of down Dean's throat in the stationery closet, not to see Phil's room-mate tell joke, but Phil doesn't need to know that. Instead, Steve smiles softly, and moves in closer, carefully resting his hand on the small of Phil's back, feeling a slight shiver working its way through him.

"Of course... I've been thinking where we should go on our first date, by the way." Phil blushes at Steve's words, a small smile spreading over his lips. Steve thinks that he could push this, and steal something of a kiss here, but he catches sight of Dean approaching, his lazy smirk on his face.

"Two beers, and a soda. Let's find a table." Dean says loudly, and Phil almost jumps away from Steve, his cheeks blazing. Phil takes off towards the tables near the stage, and Dean nudges Steve, nodding towards Phil's ass. His infuriatingly, handsome, lazy smirk spreads over his lips as he leans in close to Steve and whispers. "I can totally fuck him in the stationery closet, cowboy, just watch."


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Next chapter scheduled for 2016/02/19