Chapter 5:
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the workers of the WWE personally nor am I affiliated with them in any way. This story is a work of fiction and I make no profit whatsoever from it.
Seth's mind had only been in one place for the past few days and that was on the kiss he'd shared with Dean in the other man's car while they were parked in his and Roman's driveway. He knew he should have felt guilty about the kiss and in a way he did just not guilty enough. His head had been swimming from the affects of the alcohol he'd drank that night but it hadn't clouded how he truly felt. He'd wanted to kiss Dean and he wanted to kiss him again. He wanted to feel those lips pressed back against his again, the bolts of electricity that shot through his body were a sensation he just had to feel at least one more time.
He'd been long past conscious when Roman had come home that night but he could still remember waking up in his large Samoan boyfriend's arms and wishing that it wasn't those arms wrapped around him. He hadn't had time to dwell on those thoughts because the instant he did was the same time his stomach clenched uncomfortably and he had to run to the bathroom and empty his stomach contents into the toilet before they landed somewhere else. He knew deep down that it wasn't just the alcohol that had made him hurl. He didn't even hear Roman move after him until he felt the larger man's hand on his shoulders, the other hand pulling back his hair so he didn't get anything in it.
He'd felt a hot flush of shame wash over him the next morning. Roman was a good guy, a great guy and he knew that what he was doing was wrong. Roman had given Seth the world and had promised him everything that his heart desired and yet here he was contemplating sleeping with not only his boyfriend's friend but his boss as well. It wasn't as if there was anything about Roman that Seth sought out for something different in Dean, it was just that Dean and Roman were so different. Roman was the most charming, caring guy that Seth had ever met in his whole life while Dean was kind of a jerk. The man could be charming just like Roman but he carried it with all this self confidence that Roman definitely didn't have and that's what made Seth the most attracted to the other man. Aside from his good looks of course.
Seth glanced up at the shop door when he heard the front chimes ding, his heart stopping right in his chest when he saw just who it was that strolled right through the doors like he owned the place. Dean. He felt his breathing speed up as he watched Dean strut right through the shop in that damn Navy suit that fit every curve of his body perfectly. He was glad that he was towards the back of the shop but he knew Dean had spotted him and he could feel Dean's piercing blue gaze on him the entire time he walked through the door. He stood up straighter and closed the gap between them, painfully aware that Phil was watching them interact like a hawk. "Hi Dean." He smiled as he approached the other man, stopping just a few steps before him.
"Hey Seth." Dean smirked back. His blue eyes raked shamelessly across Seth's body from the way his white skinny leg jeans clung to every muscle and every curve of his legs and boy he'd love to see how those jeans clung to Seth's ass. His eyes raked up higher, shamelessly looking over the way the younger man's white t-shirt stuck to his body. "You said that you get in new stock every few weeks and it's been a while since I've been in the shop so I thought I'd have a look at whatever you have that's new. I can always use more clothes."
Seth chuckled. "Well over here, we just got in some new t-shirts."
Dean watched Seth squeeze past him and he couldn't help but drop his gaze to look at Seth's ass. The way the white denim clung to Seth's rounded, pert ass forced him to tug his bottom lip in between his teeth as he followed behind the younger man. He ignored the other set of eyes that he could feel that were staring right into him as he walked. They stopped over the other side of the small shop in front of a table that was stacked with various different coloured and patterned shirts.
Seth picked up a dark grey t-shirt that had a red lion on the front with the black with bold words of 'Authority' written across it. He unfolded it and held it up to Dean who wrinkled his nose at it. "Don't you like it? It's our best seller."
"Reminds me of someone I don't like." Dean answered simply with a shrug. "What other ones do you like that aren't based on sales?"
Seth quickly folded up the t-shirt and placed it neatly back on his pile before he reached for one particular style that still had plenty of stock on the table. It was also a dark grey shirt with three blue rabid looking dogs on it. Underneath the picture of the cluster of dogs were the words 'Brotherhood' in the same blue but the words were all cracked. "This one is my personal favourite but it hasn't sold much. Roman thought it was a risk in buying it too."
"Does Roman have much input into what you buy?" Dean asked curiously.
Seth shrugged. "Sometimes. I mean, I design everything and order the stuff online from a website but he usually likes to have some sort of input. He does own half the store after all."
"I like this shirt. I'll buy a few of them. That will show Roman that they don't sell." Dean grinned, earning a light laugh from Seth. "Show me what else you like and maybe I might buy some more."
"Oh you will." Seth said with a cheeky grin. "I could get you buy the whole damn store I'm that good at my job."
Dean's lips twitched into an even larger grin. "What else are you good at?"
"I guess you'll never find out." Seth shot back quickly. He leaned in closer to Dean so that Phil couldn't overhear their current conversation. "But whatever you're imagining, I'm the fucking best at."
Dean felt a sudden bolt of electricity shoot right to his cock, the words of the other man waking his dick up instantly. He hoped he didn't get an erection in this suit. He could barely fit into the tight fitting suit as it was, his own assets filling it out and the shiny pant material wrapped effortlessly around him, hugging to every curve like the whole garment was designed and made just to fit him. Having an erection would just stretch the suit pants to breaking point.
Seth turned back around once he'd reached his next destination, the wall across the other side of the store that had jeans hanging from it. He felt his cheeks colour as he locked his gaze with Dean's, the sudden spark of hunger in the sparkling blue orbs making his own heart beat faster. He was suddenly bombarded with flashbacks of their kiss in Dean's expensive car. His cheeks coloured an even darker shade of red as he thought back to that moment. He knew he had to have more kisses from the other man even if it was wrong and even if it would jeopardize his own relationship.
He shook his head, breaking the intense eye contact, the burning on his cheeks still there as he pulled down a pair of jeans that were sitting on a hook with a coat hanger. He lifted his gaze and met Dean's once more, that same rush of adrenaline coursing through his body. "These are my favourite pair of jeans in the store." He handed them over to the other man who he hoped liked them.
Dean took the jeans and looked over them, surprised that they weren't even skinny leg ones. They were pretty basic in comparison to a lot of the other ones. They were a dark denim colour with white stitching on the side of the pants and the pockets. He looked back up at Seth. "Why are these your favourite?"
"I dunno." Seth shrugged. "They just are. I can't wear them though. I look weird in pants that aren't skinny leg ones."
Dean smirked. "That's a good thing."
Seth rolled his eyes. "Do you like these jeans or not?"
"Yeah. They're good. I'll buy them too." Dean answered with a grin. "Anything else you want to try and get me to buy?"
"Depends on what you're after." Seth shot back with a grin of his own.
"I think you know what I'm after." Dean said quietly. He made sure that the words were only able to be heard by the younger man and not by his team member that could have easily overheard them.
Seth's cheeks flushed. "C'mon. You'll have to try them on!" He led the older man out of the eye shot of Phil who he could feel the older man's hazel gaze staring right through him. It made his skin crawl. He knew that once Dean was out of the store, he was going to get his ear chewed off by Phil which he knew he deserved. What he was doing was wrong.
He glanced around the corner and saw that Phil was still right on the other side of the store, sorting the clothes on the garment rack into their sizes and separating their colours and patterns as well. He glanced up at Dean who was looking at him in a confused way. He reached down and grabbed the older man's forearm, his finger tips burning from the bolt of electricity that shot through him. "Come with me." He said quietly, dragging Dean away from the change room and through the door at the back that led to his office.
His heart was beating a million miles an hour as he pulled Dean through the small door and didn't stop until he reached his office door. He twisted the silver knob and pulled the white wooden door open, stepping into the tiny office and closing the door behind them. His hand fiddled behind his back and pushed the lock on the door in to make sure that they wouldn't be interrupted. He finally dropped his hand away from Dean's forearm and went to lean on the corner of his desk, his brown eyes looking up into confused blue orbs. "I can't stop thinking about the kiss we shared."
Dean was a little taken aback from the words considering how quickly Seth had ran from the car after it had happened. "Oh really? It sounded like you regretted it the other night."
"I, uh, I know it was wrong to do it cause I'm with Roman but-" Seth sighed sharply, his mind fogging with thoughts of what would happen if his boyfriend were to find out.
Dean's brow creased slightly. "But what?"
"It felt right." Seth said in a barely audible whisper. "There was something about kissing you that made me feel something that not even Roman makes me feel." He felt himself tear up, his brown eyes bubbling with emotion, his heart racing as he looked up into Dean's blue eyes. His ever seeing blue eyes.
"It was just a kiss." Dean responded as if it meant nothing to him.
"But what if I want to kiss you again?" Seth asked, his heart thumping against his chest.
"Then kiss me." Dean answered. "I'm not going to stop you from doing what you want."
Seth could feel his heart pounding in his mouth as Dean slowly closed the gap between them, stopping just in front of him. He stood up so that they were chest to chest, nose to nose, almost mouth to mouth. He could practically taste Dean's lips on his own while the other man's blue eyes stared right into his own. He could hear the warnings echoing in his head that he shouldn't do it, that he should just ask the older man to leave and avoid him for the rest of his life but he couldn't do that.
One drunken, sloppy kiss and he had to feel those lips pressed up against his, feel Dean's tongue sliding against his own. He reached his hands up, his fingers almost shaking as he placed one around the back of Dean's neck and the other on his strong, muscular shoulder. He ignored his conscience as he leaned his face forward, the first touch of their lips meeting again sent shock waves through his body. He knew that Dean had to feel their chemistry, the bolts of lightning shooting around them unmissable as his brown eyes slid closed and he pushed his lips firmly against the other man's.
Dean smiled through the kiss, the clothes in his hands falling to the ground as he placed his hands on Seth's slender hips and pulled the younger man in closer so that their bodies were right up against each other. He hated to admit it that Seth made him feel something that no one else ever had before. His heart pulsated when he even thought of the younger man. His blue eyes slid shut as his lips parted and his tongue poked out, tracing Seth's bottom lip, the slightly fuller lip opening so that Dean could push his tongue inside.
Seth tilted his head to the side, the lightest of moans leaving his mouth as their tongues touched. He pushed his entire body in closer to Dean's, the hand on Dean's shoulder sliding down and grabbing at his bicep through the thick material of the suit jacket while their tongues dueled inside of his mouth. Kissing Dean felt so wrong and so right all at the same time. He could never grow tired of getting kissed by this man. Never.
Dean moved his hands from Seth's hips, his two large hands grabbing at the younger man's pert butt through the fabric of his white skinny leg jeans, a greedy moan being ripped from the base of his throat as he finally felt those cheeks even if they were covered. He moaned again, imagining how those perfect cheeks would feel in his palms. He squeezed his hands against Seth's ass, a moan leaving Seth's lips this time before he slid his hands down and grabbed at the back of his thighs. Their lips never once parted while he lifted the younger man up and placed up on the edge of the desk.
Seth's other hand slid from the back of Dean's neck to the older man's other bicep while his legs wrapped around Dean's legs, pulling the other man in closer. He moaned again when he felt the heavy weight of what he knew must have been Dean's erection pressing up against his inner thigh. He liked that feeling. He liked it a lot. His mind ran miles away from him as he curled his tongue against Dean's. He'd seen the clear outline of the older man's cock the first time he'd met him and he wondered what he'd actually look like out of briefs, what Dean's cock would feel like in his hand, what Dean's cock would taste in his mouth and most importantly how Dean's cock would feel as the older man pounded him right into the table.
Seth pushed back hard against Dean, his own cock throbbing inside of his jeans. He was so close to kicking Phil out of the shop and begging Dean to fuck him which ever way he wanted across his desk. His right hand slid from Dean's bicep, across his chest and right down to his crotch. He ran his hand across the bulge, his fingers squeezing around the length causing him to moan. His assumptions about the other man's cock size were definitely not wrong. He could feel the throbbing cock right in his fingers, long and nice and thick. He moaned again, pushing himself in closer, desperate to get more from this kiss. Dean couldn't say that this kiss didn't mean anything now.
"Seth! What the fuck are you doing?!" Phil's voice roared through the door, the handle rattling as the pair broke apart.
Seth's brown eyes were wide, his hands still grabbing at Dean. "I was just showing Dean my office." He knew his voice sounded croaky.
"Why is the door locked?" Phil's voice yelled through the door, the door handle rattling even louder this time.
"I dunno. Must have accidentally locked it out of habit." Seth answered. "We'll be out in a minute."
Seth heard his friend curse something before the sound of his footsteps stomping down the corridor and back out to the shop floor flooded through the room. His brown eyes looked up and locked onto Dean's. He could see the same lust in those blue eyes that was when they were out on the floor. His heart pounded in his chest from such an intense gaze. He didn't know what to say. He definitely didn't regret it but it certainly wasn't his proudest moment either.
"Your hand is still on my dick." Dean's lips twitched into a smirk, enjoying the feeling of Seth's hand on his cock.
Seth's cheeks flushed, the warmness in his hand all too obvious. He could feel the way Dean's cock throbbed in his hand and he liked it. He liked it a lot. His hand slowly moved away from Dean cock and placed it on jean covered thigh, his palm as hot as his cheeks felt right now. "I didn't-"
"Don't you fucking say that you didn't mean for that to happen!" Dean cut in. His tone was sharp, his blue eyes narrowed. "I might have believed it the other night but I know for a fact that you wanted it today." His hands squeezed at Seth's narrow hips, the digits digging into slender muscle.
Seth's brown eyes widened. "I wasn't going to say that. I just didn't mean for the kiss to get so intense." He could feel his heart thumping hard in his chest as their eyes locked. "I was so close to ripping your clothes off and begging you to fuck me over this table."
Dean smirked. "Not here."
Seth furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"
"The first time that I fuck you, I don't want it to be somewhere that just anyone could walk in on." Dean answered simply. He could see the anxiety wash across the younger man's handsome face. Maybe he was being a little unfair, asking for a little too much of Seth. Maybe he was pushing for too much from Seth when he knew that the younger man was in love with Roman. But at the the end of the day, he was only in it for himself. That was the way he'd gotten everything in life from his wonderful career to his personal life.
"Who said I would even let you?" Seth asked quietly. His heart was still racing, his mind riddled with guilt. He tried not to think about Roman right now. He knew that would only make him feel worse and even though he knew he deserved it, he didn't want to push himself through that right now.
"I think you will Seth." Dean grinned. His hands squeezed one more time on Seth's hips before he pulled them away and took the few steps out of the younger man's grip. He felt a sudden coldness on his arms from where Seth's hands were and he tried to ignore that. He bent down and picked up the clothes that Seth had picked out for him. "I suppose I should go. I have a conference call at 3.30 and it's already 2.30." He said as he glanced at his expensive watch. "Do you want to put my sale through?"
Seth nodded mutely. He slid off the ledge of his desk, adjusting himself so that it wasn't completely obvious that he had an erection and walked to the door, sliding in front of Dean and unlocking the door. He ignored the feeling of the older man's hand as it slid across his pert ass cheeks and copped one last feel of him. He opened the door and stepped through, leading the older man through the narrow corridor and back out to the shop floor.
Once they walked out of the other door, he was immediately met with a pair of glaring hazel orbs. He really wished he could disappear and not hear the ranting of his best friend. He took the purchases out of Dean's hands and rung them up on the cash register, bagging them up while he put the transaction through. Once it was all finalized, he handed Dean his bag of purchases and smiled. "Bye Dean."
"I'll see ya round Seth." Dean's lips turned into a grin so large that it was almost vertical before he turned and left the small store, a spring in his step as he walked.
Seth groaned before turning his head towards his friend who was watching him intensely. "What?"
"Don't what me Rollins!" Phil snapped. "I'm not the one whose taking men into my office to do god knows what with!"
"What's the big fucking deal? I just showed him my office." Seth snapped. "He knows a lot about business and he was curious."
"You're a terrible liar Seth." Phil shot back. "I just can't believe that you would do that to Roman. Roman is a great guy who treats you like you're a god damn Prince and how do you repay him? You fuck around with his old friend from college!"
"First of all, I'm not fucking around with anyone." Seth said sharply. He could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest. Lying was never his strongest trait and it made it hard to do it to his best friend when he knew he was ruining everything. "Secondly, mind your own damn business. Last time I checked, Roman was my boyfriend and not yours." His could barely hear himself over the sound of his heart beating in his chest. The emotion that was bubbling up inside him was almost getting too much. "If you weren't so fucking concerned with what everyone else was doing, then you could do your job and fix that fucking wall like I've been asking you to do for days now."
Phil was stunned silent. He had never seen Seth like this before ever and he'd known him for a while now.
"I will be in my office but don't you dare come back there unless it is urgent!" Seth snapped before storming away from the shop floor and back to his office. He pushed through the door and slammed it shut.
He threw himself into his office chair and slumped his head onto the desk. Every emotion washing over him right this minute. He knew Phil was right. Roman treated him so well, bought him absolutely anything that he asked for and he paid him back by kissing Dean and possibly doing more. He'd fucked up bad and he didn't know if he could stop himself from doing more with Dean. Roman was his love but Dean made things exciting.
"I'm fucked." Seth said quietly. His hands running through his hair and squeezing tightly as the first tear rolled down his cheek.
TBC
A/N: well another chapter down and things are starting to get sticky. Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed! Your reviews really motivate me to keep on writing. Thanks again! GatesVengeance x