Chapter 15:

Rating: M

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Seth was laying on his side, his brown eyes focused on the man in front of him. He ignored the flutter in his heart and the churning in his stomach. Here he was naked and in another man's bed while his boyfriend was at work. He felt the hand that was sitting on his hip slide around and cup his right ass cheek, the strong fingers gripping at his muscular globe. He groaned and pushed his hips into Dean's, their half hard cocks rubbing against each other as they stared into each others eyes.

He felt a gasp leave his mouth as he leaned forward and pressed his lips hard against Dean's. His brown eyes fluttered shut as Dean's arms encased him while his own hands grabbed at the firm pectoral muscles of the slightly older man. He felt himself being pushed onto his back and before he knew it, Dean was between his legs, his now fully hard cock rubbing against his entrance. He involuntarily winced. His ass was sore. They'd already had sex twice in the few hours that he'd been over at Dean's and as much as he wanted it again, he didn't think he could take it.

"What's wrong?" Dean's words filtered through the room before Seth even had a chance to realize that their lips were no longer pressed together.

"My ass is sore." Seth answered and he heard a snort as a reply. He groaned when he felt Dean roll off of him and over to the side where he flopped back onto his back. "If anything, I should be angry at you for having such a big dick."

Dean rolled his eyes. "That's not what you were saying five minutes ago."

Seth moved onto his side and playfully punched Dean in the arm. He felt his heart flutter when Dean looked over at him, the normally cold, blue orbs filled with something else that he normally didn't see. He leaned in closer to Dean, nuzzling his head against the older man's chest. "I can't believe you're leaving."

Dean let out a low rumble of a laugh that filled Seth with all sorts of happiness. His laughter was accompanied by an arm around his shoulders that only made Seth's stomach flutter more with complicated feelings. The same feelings filtered through Dean too. He felt a tinge of fear wash through him. He had forgotten when the last time he got butterflies in his stomach was. He was a damn twenty-eight year old man not a lovesick teenager. "I'm only gone for the weekend and besides, it is part of my job to travel to other parts of Florida."

"I wish you didn't have to go." Seth murmured. He knew he sounded a little desperate and almost a little pathetic.

"You'll have your boyfriend the whole weekend." Dean shot back. He watched the way that Seth tensed next to him. "Maybe he'll finally get off my case about you."

Seth suddenly felt quite awkward. For the past few hours, he'd pushed Roman to the furthest part of his mind to where he couldn't feel the guilt. But right now he was feeling it at its full force. "I'm a piece of shit for what I'm doing."

Dean ran his hand through Seth's shoulder length hair. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

Seth sat straight up and locked his gaze with Dean's. He could see the seriousness in those blue orbs and he balked at the older man. "But he's already suspicious of us! I can't keep lying to him!"

"Then tell him the truth." Dean shrugged as if it was not even a remotely big deal.

"Are you joking?!" Seth snapped. "He'd be heartbroken and I don't want to hurt him like that!"

"Well then what the fuck do you want from me?" Dean asked sharply. He noted the slight recoil in Seth from his words. "Cause the only thing that you come over here for is my dick and you've already got your fill apparently."

"That's not the only reason I come over here." Seth said quietly.

Dean felt his stomach drop from those words. This was exactly what he didn't want. Feelings complicated everything and he was a very simple man who slept with who he wanted to, no strings attached. He took a deep breath, trying to plan out his words. "Seth, we don't need to complicate things between us. What we have is good and if we need to end it, then we need to end it but right now, I'm very content with our situation."

Seth felt his stomach clench uncomfortably. He felt his cheeks redden and he knew he was the biggest idiot around right now. Of course this was what it was. There was never a promise of anything more between them. He merely read into it with his hazy mind and now he was the one left red faced and embarrassed. Maybe he should have listened to Nikki's threats about going back to his 'Samoan Prince' but he'd been not able to resist Dean's charms.

"I think it's time I went home." He finally said after a long, quiet moment.

Dean nodded, his lips refusing to move as he watched Seth slide off his bed. His blue orbs scoured that perfect body. That perfect body that barely a minute ago, he could have perhaps had more than a physical relationship with. Seth had tried to open the door to that but he'd promptly closed it despite his heart telling him that maybe he should have let it open. That maybe he should have allowed himself some sort of real happiness but that was not to be. His career always came first and if that meant choosing image over love, then that was it.

Seth promptly pulled his shorts back on before he reached for his shirt. He felt beyond humiliated right now. His heart was thundering hard against his chest. He knew he was stupid for thinking that maybe Dean felt the same way that he did. But deep down he was some hopeless romantic that wished for it with every single relationship he had. He turned around once he'd pulled his shirt back on. "Uh, thanks for having me." He mumbled awkwardly.

"Anytime Seth." Dean smiled as he slid of the side of the bed and reached for his discarded pair of boxers. "Anytime."

"I'll see you round." Seth said awkwardly before he raced out of Dean's lavish bedroom and out of his mansion sized house. He was glad Dean didn't see the tears that sparkled in the corners of his eyes and he was most definitely glad that Dean couldn't read his thoughts. Thoughts that made him reconsider what he'd been doing behind his boyfriend's back.

Seth sat in his living room, his brown eyes focused on the large screen in front of him but he wasn't really watching whatever program was on. He'd been home from Dean's house for barely a few hours and he was already feeling way out of his comfort zone. He felt stupid for going over there today, on his day off no less, and fucking around with him when he knew that Roman could have been home at any time today. Once Roman was brought back into the equation was when Seth began to feel ill.

He felt like an idiot for thinking that maybe, just maybe, these feelings that were starting to build up inside of him for Dean might have been reciprocated. He didn't realize just how wrong he really was. He knew though that if he was really going to sit back and think about how it was with him and Dean, it was as clear as day that Dean only wanted him for his body.

His stomach swirled anxiously. He'd gone over to Dean's house with the intention of having sex with him, the lewd text messages from the older man was indication enough that that was what Dean wanted to do as well. Even though he felt sick just thinking about Roman, his actions with Dean hadn't made him want to regret it one bit. He liked having sex with Dean. In fact, he loved it. Dean was the best sex he'd ever had but the only thing missing was the intimacy he had with Roman.

There was that turning in his stomach again.

He loved Roman with every inch of his mind, body and soul but lately he'd been feeling a little stale in their relationship. It wasn't until Dean Ambrose came along that he even began to question his love and devotion to his boyfriend. He wished that Dean had never even walked into his shop, the shop he half shared with Roman, and made him question it all. Dean was so cocky, so confident and so self assured that his words melted Seth right into a puddle on the floor.

He knew he'd been too far gone as soon as Dean strolled through the door. He found it oddly amusing that he'd met Roman in almost the exact same way. Except for the fact that he wasn't dating someone else. He was fresh out of a broken relationship that forced him to put up walls that he doubted anyone would be able to kick down. That little fact didn't stop Roman though and the Samoan man had made him want to let his walls down. Roman hadn't stopped pursuing him until he'd finally gotten everything he'd wanted.

He ran a hand through his shoulder length hair. If Roman was to find out about what he'd been doing with Dean behind his back, he knew that the Samoan man would be beyond devastated. Hell, he was already acting suspicious and upset and he didn't even have any solid proof. He took a deep breath, his mind racing as he tried to process what a life without Roman would be like.

Without Roman, he'd have nothing. Literally nothing.

When he'd met Roman almost six years ago, he was working part time in a clothing store earning $10 an hour and living in the filthiest apartment building known to man, spending everything he earned on rent and utilities. He'd known Roman had to have been well off when he met him, the Samoan man always dressing in the nicest suits, the most in style shirts and mostly everything about him oozed wealth and class. After their first date, he'd known that Roman had money. Their date had consisted of Roman taking him to the nicest, most expensive restaurant in town and spoiling him to a night that only lived in fairy tales. But that wasn't the reason why he'd stayed with him.

Roman had been the Prince Charming that Seth thought didn't exist in real life but had also always secretly wanted. He'd realized not long after they'd officially started dating that Roman cared a great deal about him and was always looking out for his best interests. It was only five months after they'd started going out that Seth had left his shitty, run down apartment and moved into Roman's lavish home. He felt not worthy at first, terrified to touch anything in the house, feeling like some lower class citizen walking into the Samoan man's home.

Their life had been perfect together. Sure they'd had their ups and downs like most couples do but they'd always been able to bounce back every single time. This time was the only time in their whole relationship that they'd been at loggerheads and not even wanted to be in the same room as each other. The life they had built together looked perfect from the outside because it truly was. It was until he'd met Dean and the older man had become a permanent fixture in their lives that their perfect life had been thrown into disarray.

He felt a tear roll down his cheek.

If he lost Roman, he knew he'd lose everything. Roman had been the one to build him up to the strong, determined man that he was and without the support of the Samoan man behind him, he knew it would only be a matter of time before he toppled right over. He didn't want to lose Roman, he didn't want to lose the future that he'd always envisioned having with the perfect man by his side.

He felt another tear roll down his cheek. There was no future with Dean and yet he couldn't stay away. He could tell himself a hundred times that Dean was no good but if the older man was to text him asking him to come over, he'd be in the car faster than he could even text back a response. He drew his knees up to his chest and hugged them tight. His brown eyes were locked on the screen, bright colours flashing in front of him. He could barely see them through his murky pupils.

He didn't hear the front door open, his eyes still stuck straight ahead while his mind ran in circles.

Roman made his way towards the living room where he could hear that the television was on. It made his stomach swirl when he realized that Seth was home. He'd never had this feeling right in the pit of his gut when he was heading into the same room as his boyfriend. He stopped when he got to the door. His heart lurching in his chest as he looked Seth over.

The younger man looked visibly upset, the tears streaking down his handsome face while he stared numbly at the television. He put his suitcase down at the walkway to the door and made his way to where Seth was sitting on their couch. The black leather couch that Seth had insisted they buy. He slid into the spare seat next to his boyfriend, the leather squeaking its protest under their combined weight.

He gently put his arm around Seth's shoulders. He tried to ignore the stabbing pain of sadness that ran through his body when Seth tensed underneath his touch. He turned his head, his grey eyes locked onto the side of Seth's face, waiting for him to look. Barely a moment later, he became a little overwhelmed when he felt Seth's brown orbs lock onto his. He took a deep breath, his heart racing hard in his chest. It felt like he could see right into Seth's soul and he didn't like what he saw. "What's wrong?" He finally asked. His voice sounded so loud in the room even though it was barely above a whisper.

Seth sighed. He was embarrassed when he felt another tear roll down his cheek. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "Do you, um, do you, uh, never mind."

"Seth. Just say it." Roman said sternly but gently. "You know I'm not going to get angry at you."

Seth took another deep breath. "I've kinda been thinking lately that maybe we've, um, kinda lost our spark a little bit. Do you agree?"

Roman let out a deep breath. It took all of his self restraint not to address the elephant in the room and not outwardly accuse Seth of cheating on him with his boss. It took everything to not throw Seth to the floor and then kick the younger man out of his house. Instead he took a deep breath before he spoke next. He could feel the rage boiling in his skin, his body hot from his anger. "Well lately it seems like we're both busy and we're on opposite schedules." He paused for a moment. "But you spending all of your free time out doing god knows what and not telling me isn't exactly helping."

"I was at the beach." Seth said suddenly.

Roman's forehead creased. "What?"

"I was at the beach last Friday night. I wanted to go for a walk and when I got back to the car, I must have crashed or something in the car." Seth rambled on. He knew he was pushing his luck but he needed to see if he and Roman were really worth salvaging or not. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you Roman. I just needed some time by myself just to think."

Roman didn't believe him. There was no way in hell that Seth would do any of that. "Why should I believe you when you've lied twice to me?"

"You don't have to, I guess." Seth said sadly with a shrug. "But I love you Roman. You mean everything to me and I'm sick of sleeping in that spare bed away from you. I miss waking up without your arms around me. I promise I'll be upfront with you from now on. I'm sorry."

Roman's resolve crumbled, his self restraint barely able to hold on. He pulled Seth in closer, his hand curling around the back of Seth's head and forcing the younger man's head against his chest. He knew he was being soft, enabling Seth's behaviour but right now all he wanted was his boyfriend in his arms the way that it used to be.

"I think we need a weekend away or something." Seth said quietly. His arms curled around Roman's waist and clung to him for dear life. Clung to the familiar that he was so used to.

"It's going to have to wait a while." Roman responded. "I've got to go to Connecticut next weekend for work."

Seth sat up and looked at Roman. "And you were going to tell me when?"

"I only found out this morning when Dean told me." Roman dismissed. He didn't say a word when Seth's eyes lit up at the mere mention of Dean's name. "You were invited too but I didn't know what sort of situation we'd be in."

"Why am I invited?" Seth asked curiously.

"It's this huge meeting for all the State Managers plus their best Store Manager's. They've always had a plus one option for it." Roman answered. "So it'll be you, me, Dean and Nikki flying up and carpooling to and from the meetings. You and Nikki will be spending a lot of time together while Dean and I attend all the meetings."

"Why even go though?" Seth asked.

"Well there is this huge gala on the Saturday night where we'll be liaising with everyone who means something at McMahon's." Roman explained. "Plus of a night time, there will be plenty of time for us to share together."

Seth smiled lightly. "It sounds like fun." He didn't believe his own statement.

"It will be." Roman gently ran his hand through Seth's hair. He felt the younger man shift and bury his head against his broad chest. It felt odd to be this close to Seth but at the same time, he felt content, happy even. "I love you Seth." He murmured against Seth's soft, brown hair. He meant the words, he did, but that didn't stop his stomach twisting into knots as he said them.

TBC

A/N: So Seth, Roman, Dean and Nikki all together and in Connecticut for a weekend, should be interesting. Hmm. I love hearing all of your comments and thoughts about everything so please keep 'em coming! Thanks to everyone for reading and reviewing! Blown away by your support! GatesVengeance x