Warnings: Slash (Stone Cold Steve Austin/Dean Ambrose), Mild Slash (Stone Cold Steve Austin/CM Punk), Smut, Mild Profanity, AU.
Date two is not exactly what Steve had expected, but it's kind of nice all the same. He likes the countryside well enough, and sitting in a field with a picnic is a pleasantly quiet way to spend time with Phil. He has some burningly pertinent questions for Phil, chiefly are he and Dean going on a date. Dean's text message would imply that was the case, but Steve can't see Phil as being the type to date two people at once. Unless going on even one date has re-inspired his fondness for dating.
"So, me and Dean are going to a game tomorrow, you wanna come?" Phil throws it out casually, and inside Steve's ecstatic. Dean's supposed date is to Phil nothing more than two co-workers going to a game of some sort. Nothing for Steve to worry about, probably at least.
"What kind of game?" Steve moves a shade closer to Phil, feeling a little more confident that it'll be welcomed after Phil's invitation to what Dean thinks is a date.
"Hockey... I don't think you're a fan though... Not too much hockey down in Texas." Phil grins over at him, and Steve nods absently. Now that he's certain that it's not a date, he's no real concerns over Dean spending time with Phil. Dean's playing games, but Phil's oblivious to them, and that gives Steve confidence that Dean's games will only be played by one. Dean can try as much as he likes, Phil's not interested in him.
"Not really... I'm sure you two'll have fun though." Steve smiles, and inches a little closer to Phil, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. Phil tenses for a moment, but quickly relaxes against Steve's side.
"I'm sure we will." Phil presses himself against Steve's side, his head falling to Steve's shoulder. "He cheated on me." He says suddenly. Steve stays silent. He's confident this is the beginning of the story of Phil's ex, and he wants to hear it for future reference. "Just a casual hook-up he told me. Men have needs... We're not designed to mate with one just partner... It was just sex." Phil sighs softly, and Steve hopes he's managed to hide his wince. His needs were why he ended up fucking Dean. Just sex was all Dean was supposed to be. "I guess if you're single it's different, but I can't." Phil pulls away, and regards Steve thoughtfully. "Have you ever cheated?"
"No." It's an easy, and mostly honest answer. If further questioned, Steve would have to pull a Ross Geller on the matter - they were on a break - but mostly no, he's never cheated.
"Phew."Phil grins, and takes a hold of Steve's hand. "When I was young, I was too forgiving of far too many things." His fingers curl around Steve's a little more tightly. "Older is wiser is a myth I think... I don't feel wiser, just more stubborn."
"I get that..." Steve squeezes Phil's fingers, drawing his attention. Phil meets his eyes nervously, and Steve offers him a reassuring smile. "I understand. You're looking for someone who respects your boundaries, someone who's not into fucking around."
"It's silly, I know. I mean a man has needs." Phil rolls his eyes, and looks away again. "A man also has a right hand... I just... Without that connection, it's meaningless, it's... It's degrading really." He gives an odd laugh, and grins at Steve. "I sound like a puritan, don't I?"
"A little." Steve laughs softly, and cups Phil's cheek. "It's not a common perspective to hold outside of the bible-belt."
"Now if only I wasn't a hell-bound atheist." Phil shakes his head with a wry laugh. "I think I've had a total of like one one-night-stand, and it was... I dunno, maybe it was the wrong guy?"
"Maybe..." Steve trails off, hoping Phil doesn't ask him too much about his sexual relations in the recent past. He does not want Phil finding out he fucked Dean, after finding him on some dating site.
"No offence, but you strike me as being more... Virile? No, not the word. Prolific-"
"Promiscuous?" Steve cuts in, and Phil blushes lightly, looking up at the sky.
"Your word, not mine." He says lightly, but doesn't dispute the word choice. "When was your last one-night-stand?"
"Back in Texas." The lie is out before Steve's even thought. His mouth was working independently of his brain, but not his heart. He wants Phil, and his mouth knows what Phil's going to want to hear. Learning that he and Dean have had sex isn't going to endear him to Phil in the least.
"Really?" Phil sound mildly surprised, and for a moment Steve considers telling something closer to the truth, but Phil snuggles up closer. "I'm glad, cause I like you Steve, but... I really do sound like an idiot, but when I met him, he said that he'd changed for me... I-"
"I get it." Steve wraps his arm around Phil, and tugs him a little closer. "I understand you want to be with a guy with a good track record, someone you can trust, right?" Phil makes an agreeing noise, and Steve forgets his tiny, little lie, because it's not really important. He's got a pretty good track record, and well, a man had needs. He's sure that Phil will understand that.
"Yeah... I... You seem different, Steve, and I want you to be." Phil shifts, and moves so he's in front of Steve. His hands frame Steve's face. "I really want you to be, Steve." Steve can feel a timid little smile spreading over his lips. He leans forward, and presses a light kiss to Phil's lips.
"I want to be too." He offers, hoping that Phil will understand if he finds out that he and Dean have fucked. A man has needs, and Dean's very good at sating those.
"So... Cowboy, any tips?" Dean wearing that damned lazy smirk of his, that damned sexy smirk that makes another visit to the stationery closet very appealing, is what greets Steve to the office. "Date number two was good right?"
"It was fine. What's got you so chipper this morning?" Steve sits heavily down at his desk, sparing Dean a quick glance.
"Nothing really... Phil's on a coffee run. He seems happy." Dean rests his chin in his hands, watching Steve like a cat watches a bird. "So I'm wondering if you're happy for the same reason."
"Yes." Steve's certain that Dean's going to come to the conclusion that he and Phil have had sex, and that's not something Steve's going to dispute. If Dean thinks Steve and Phil are sleeping together, he might not make a play for Phil tonight. "I didn't peg you for a hockey fan."
"Oh, I'm not really, but Phil is, and well... I did tell you I wanted to fuck him." Dean turns from Steve. "I don't mind hockey." Dean shrugs, and Steve decides ignoring him for the rest of the day is the best way to deal with Dean.
Wish me luck, cowboy. -Dean Ambrose 06:20pm
Have fun, Dean. Don't treat Phil like some kind of prize... He's a person, not a notch for your bedpost. - sent 06:21pm
What makes you think I'm just going to fuck him once? Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I wanna date him? - Dean Ambrose 06:23pm
Dean, don't shit me. You don't want to date him. You want to fuck him to piss me off, or something. - sent 06:24pm
You think you're pretty important, huh? You think it's all about you, don't you? - Dean Ambrose 06:24pm
If it wasn't you wouldn't be sending me these messages. - sent 06:25pm
Hmm... Maybe, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe. - Dean Ambrose 06:26pm
That night Steve ends up in a bar, he downs a few beers, flirts with some pretty twink, gets blown in the bathroom, and goes home feeling like an asshole. A man has needs. He keeps telling himself that, but he can hear Phil's dismissive tone sneering the same thing.
"Morning." Steve sets Phil's coffee down on his desk when his morning isn't returned. Phil seems to be ignoring him studiously. His fingers flying over his keyboard, his eyes unmoving from the screen. "You working on something interesting."
"Yes." Phil all but snaps, and Steve retreats to the other side of the office, wondering what the hell he's done to piss Phil off. He seems incredibly annoyed, and Steve isn't sure why. Dean comes swaggering in ten minutes later, and casts Steve a huge grin.
"So..." He starts as he sits down, and Phil shoots his a harsh glare, then leaves the office in a hurry.
"What did you do?" Steve snarls over at him, and Dean laughs loudly. "What the fuck did you do last night?"
"Me? You're so suspicious, cowboy." Dean laughs again, and Steve rubs the spot between his eyebrows, wondering if Dean would press charges for assault if he punched him.
"I'm suspicious because you've done something." Steve deadpans, and once more Dean chuckles to himself.
"I just mentioned that you and I had a little tryst... Well, two li-"
"You did what?" Steve cuts in, glaring at Dean. Phil had asked him outright if he'd had any hook-ups in recently, he'd made his distaste for random casual sexual encounters clear, and Steve had outright lied to him. All the hard work he'd put into getting even one date with Phil is gone. Dean neatly destroyed months of tentative conversations, and stilted flirting in one fell swoop.
"I told him we had sex. He wasn't impressed... I might have also mentioned that you were looking to get into his pants. Again, not impressed." Dean's smirk is stretching his lips, and Steve's stopped consider assault, contemplating homicide instead.
"Why the fuck-"
"Because, like I said, I wanna fuck him." Dean laughs, and starts typing at his computer. "I'm not above ruining your chances to improve my own, cowboy."
Phil doesn't return to the office. The next day he doesn't show face. The entire week, Phil's absent from the office. Steve spends his days contemplating sending Phil a message, and glaring at the back of Dean's head. Dean seems to be in an incredibly good mood all week. The more chipper he is, the more pissed Steve is with him. Whatever chance he had with Phil has been completely destroyed by Dean, and probably himself.
"Cowboy." Dean's leaning his hip against the Steve's desk, his eyes narrowed.
"Dean." Steve looks up at him, a ball of anger forming in his gut. He's pissed with Dean, pissed with himself, pissed with Phil even. If Dean hadn't told Phil they'd fucked, Phil would be here. If Steve hadn't fucked Dean, Phil would be there. If Phil wasn't Phil, he'd be there. One no strings attached hook-up has ruined the careful planning Steve had made for dating Phil.
"C'mon." Dean juts his chin up. "You look tense, and I'm all lubed up."
"What?" Steve stares at him blankly, and Dean laughs harshly.
"Let's go, cowboy. Nothing like a good fuck in a closet to get the stress out." Dean walks around Steve's desk, and pulls him to his feet. "Let's go." Steve follows along behind Dean, carefully not thinking that this is only going to make things with Phil worse. This is a bad idea, but a man has needs, and Dean's not only willing, he's offering.
In the stationery closet, Dean opens Steve's fly, and draws his dick out. Dean starts stroking Steve's dick, then sinks to his knees, and engulfs it in his mouth. He sucks Steve's cock, bobbing his head up and down. Steve tangles his hands in Dean's hair. He takes control of the blowjob, and starts moving Dean's head, fucking his throat firmly. His eyes fall closed, and he focuses on nothing, but the feeling of Dean's throat contracting around him. He's getting close, so he pulls his cock out, and hauls Dean to his feet.
"Where's your lube?" Dean pulls the lube out of his pocket, and hands it to Steve rather than answering. He pulls his own pants down, and turns around to face the one wall without shelves. Steve coats his cock with lube quickly, and then thrusts two of his slicked fingers into Dean's ass. Dean had said he was already lubed, and he wasn't lying. His hole is prepped, and ready to be fucked. Steve shoves Dean's chest against the wall, and thrusts into him fiercely. His hips snap back and forth, one hand clamped on Dean's hip, his other arm wrapped around Dean's throat. Dean's panting softly, as Steve fucks him firmly.
"Harder, cowboy." Dean growls, and Steve obliges him, pressing him harder against the wall, grabbing Dean's hips with both his hands, pulling his hips back with each thrust. "Yes." Dean hisses. Steve bites Dean's neck, and fucks him as hard as he can. He's trying to bury all of his annoyance, and frustration into Dean's body along with his cock. Dean's arm is moving, clearly stroking himself off. Steve rests his forehead against Dean's shoulder, fucking him as hard as he can. He's not interested in Dean getting off. He's focussed on his own orgasm. He's wants to get off, and that's it. This isn't about anything but getting off. Dean had offered to relieve stress, and that's what Steve's doing.
"Want me to come inside?" Steve manages to get out between thrusts. Dean shakes his head, and Steve groans in irritation. He wishes Dean had remembered condoms, but he'll respect Dean's wishes. He pulls out, and starts jacking his cock quickly. He shoves Dean's shirt up, exposing Dean's lower back. Steve shoots his cum onto Dean's skin, and pants softly for a moment before he thrusts his fingers into Dean's asshole. He presses them against Dean's prostate. He makes a soft, shivery noise, and comes quietly. The only sound in the closet for a while is their panting breaths. Dean picks up a damp cloth from the shelf near him, wipes his hands on it, and then tosses it to Steve.
"Clean me up, will you." Dean turns to Steve with his lazy smirk. "You feeling better?" Steve wipes his cum from Dean's skin. He's not certain he feels better. He feels slightly empty. "You know..." Dean sighs softly, and turns to Steve. He rests a hand on Steve's cheek, and kisses him. "You should be feeling better." Steve steps away from him, and slips his cock back in his pants. "I've been talking to him."
"Phil?" Steve wishes he'd said Phil's name more firmly. It came out like a tiny wisp of air, dripping with hope. Dean nods slightly.
"He's..." Dean sighs, and shakes his head. "Are you sure you know him?"
"I know him as well as you do." Steve snaps, and Dean laughs at him. A strange laugh, at once fragile, and harsh.
"I don't think you do, Steve... I don't think you know him at all." Dean runs his hands through his hair. "He's not the person you think he is. He's not this perfect, little cinnamon roll... He's jagged, and broken... Not the sort of person you want. You want someone to cuddle up with on the couch, and have moonlight picnics with. He's not that person, not now, not yet, probably not ever." It sounds like Dean's imploring him, and Steve's beginning to wonder what the hell Phil and Dean have been talking about.
"I don't-"
"He's as damaged as I am, and you're not even dented, cowboy." Dean snaps, and storms out of the closet, leaving Steve staring after him.
Dean's absent from the office for the rest of the day, and Steve honestly has no idea what the hell is going on anymore. He'd not been expecting another fuck with Dean. He'd not been expecting Dean's little rant. He didn't expect Dean and Phil to be talking to each other. At this stage, he doesn't know what to expect at all. That night, back home, Steve's phone chirping drags his attention from the show he's watching.
So... Date 3 is the nice suit one, right? - Phil Brooks 11:46pm
What? - sent 11:46pm
I mean, yes, but I thought... I've not heard from you all week, Phil. - sent 11:47pm
I know... I was thinking about it, and talking to Dean, and... Tomorrow, Steve. Date 3 is tomorrow at 7. Come pick me up. - Phil Brooks 11:50pm
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