Was he supposed to stand by and watch? Let them do whatever they wanted with him?
"Put it on," Dean repeated, handing Seth the condom.
"No."
"You wouldn't dare to disobey."
"Watch me," Seth replied with a smile on his face.
Dean came closer, put an intimidating expression on his face, all in attempt to make Seth fear him to obedience.
Yet Seth couldn't be bothered. He wasn't scared at all. Displeased but not frightened.
"Seth," Dean pronounced his name slowly, letting him know he wouldn't back down.
"I hear ya."
"Do it!" Dean shouted.
"No," was the cold answer he got.
Dean was losing patience with Seth. He looked at Roman with plead in his eyes. He didn't know what to do and needed assistance. "Ro," he cried.
Seth chuckled at Dean's whining. The dominant figure disappeared. That looked like a great opportunity for Seth.
As soon as he put the fact that he was naked aside, he found the courage, even desire, to fight. Dean's standing so close was an opportunity he wouldn't want to miss. Ruthlessly he kicked him in the balls.
One down, one to go.
He looked behind at surprised Roman. "You really thought I would give in?" he asked.
Roman's hands were still on Seth's arms, but that wouldn't stop Seth. He could have probably translated disobedience into action earlier; he didn't know why didn't. But now it was time to stop this foolishness. "Are you gonna let me go?" Seth gave Roman last chance to end it peacefully.
Roman looked down at Dean, once again lying on the ground in pain. Too weak to interfere with Seth's attempt to escape. Still, Roman's reply was "No."
A nod on Seth's part was followed by an attack. He used some wrestling maneuvers but majority was pure instinctive street fight. At the end of it, though, Roman was down on the ground and had Seth sitting on his back. Roman's arm was hurting due to the unpleasant way Seth was holding it. This was not Roman's major concern though. Seth was naked. Naked and sitting on his back. The only thing that made him glad was that he wasn't able to see it.
"Amateurs," Seth sighed. Finally he felt relieved for he got the situation under control.
At about that time, Dean stood up. Now he was angrier than before, but not even that could make Seth uneasy again.
Roman noticed Dean regaining control and asked him for a favor. "Get him off me!"
Seth was first to respond. He made an offer to Roman. "I'll let you go if you leave Dean's side." That was crucial to Seth. If they were to cooperate again, he would be screwed. But if he got Roman on his side, or at least if Roman became neutral, situation would look much brighter.
"Fine," Roman said. "I'm done. You two do whatever you want, continue with your foreplay, but I'm out of it."
Seth smiled at Dean. He felt confident. Dean did as well, although he lost an ally.
When Roman said he was out of it, he did not mean he would walk away and leave them alone. He sat down by a tree to watch. There had to be someone who could impartially testify what happened here. In case it would go either way.
"You kicked me in the balls."
"I would do it again," Seth replied casually.
"You won't get the chance."
Dean approached him, ready to get his revenge, but he wouldn't get too close.
"You lost your opportunity to give orders."
Confusion arose on Dean's face although he tried not to let it show.
"Now you're gonna listen to me."
"Never."
"Yes. And you will take off your clothes."
"No!" Dean shouted while Roman's "Ooh," went unnoticed.
Seth erased the distance between the two and directly stared into Dean's eyes. The standoff started. The game of who would back down first.
Except that wasn't how Seth saw it. He saw an opportunity. An opportunity to hurt Dean again. So he kicked him another time. Without a slight hesitation or regret.
And since Dean was on the ground, Seth kneeled next to him and helped himself to the T-shirt. At that point Dean was too weak to resist so taking his shirt was very easy. While he was in pain, Seth got him on the back while he was above him, with his lower legs on top of Dean's thighs so that he couldn't move much. Seth's hands went on to hold Dean's arms after the shirt was off. If he acted fast he could get more work done while Dean was incapable. Seth managed to undo the belt and unzip the pants. That was when Dean interfered and tried to fight Seth away.
"Now, how do you like that?" Seth asked. "Being undressed. . . . It's nothing nice, is it?" He wanted to make Dean feel the same he did moments ago.
Dean preferred looking away than directly into Seth's eyes. He knew Seth's been watching him and he felt intimidated. If that was Seth's goal, he succeeded. But clearly Seth wanted more. And not even Dean's anger and lack of cooperation could stop him. Finally Dean looked into the eyes of the enemy.
From where Roman was sitting it all looked a bit different. The anger on Dean's side became tension that got all the way to where Roman was sitting. And Seth, he looked pretty excited. All in all, it was a really strange situation. Not that he would stop watching. . . . He wanted to know what would happen next. What were Seth's intentions? And would Dean at some point stop him? This was all too interesting to not follow the story. There was a time, though, he wanted to ask "Should I give you some privacy?" but he didn't want to disturb so he stayed quiet. Instead, he located Seth's phone lying on the ground not that far away from him and decided to take it. Sure, taking pictures proved to be a disturbance before and a reason for anger, but those two were too much into each other to even notice. Besides, Roman would make sure the volume was down before taking the picture and add to the collection.
They were striking each other with their eyes and, yes, there was evident tension. What caused it was hard to tell.
Seth put his hands on Dean's hips. Dean was too slow to react. Although now he was physically strong enough to intervene, something stopped him from doing so. It wasn't Seth. It was the strange feeling. Confusion. Intimidation. Bewilderment over Seth's actions.
As Seth was trying to find a way to take off Dean's pants without moving his own body, Dean put his hands on Seth's. "Let's not do anything we might regret later, okay?" he addressed Seth in a familiar manner.
The answer for Dean was a smile. Not a hesitant one. Not a confused one. Confident one. Seth had the power, and that gave him confidence. With Dean's hands on his or without them, Seth continued. Dean was not emotionally strong enough to do anything anyway. At least not right now. So before it was too late, Seth pulled down the pants, and even though he had to leave Dean's body at some point, there was almost non-existent protest when he returned. He was able to take the position he had before. On top of Dean. Now the only thing that stood between them was Dean's underwear.
For few seconds, or maybe even a minute, they maintained the eye contact. While Dean's whole helpless body lay on the ground, Seth was leaning over Dean, with knees on the ground and his palms touching the ground. Dean was surrounded from left, right, and above. Seth was the only thing he could see. And he kept staring into his eyes. He was even close enough to feel Seth's breath on his face. He could hear him breathing. He just wished his hands weren't obstructed so that he could slap him in the face.
But Seth was in charge, and he was about to remove the dignity that stood between them. That was Dean's chance. He got his hands on Seth and started strangling him. Seth kept a cool head and instead of struggling he moved up and aimed to intimidate Dean enough to let go. Dean did let go. If it was because of the expression he saw on Seth's face or because Seth's balls were touching his lower abdomen did not really matter. What mattered to Seth was the victory. But he did not mean to punish Dean for the failed attempt. In fact, he smiled. He was having so much fun.