Chapter 19

" What do you mean that you're going out tonight?" Seth stood in front of Dean as he pulled a clean white t-shirt over his head.

They were back in their hotel room after the Smackdown taping. Seth and Roman thought that they all would be spending time together but apparently Dean had other plans.

" Look. I'm just going to run some spots with the guys for an up coming house show. It's no big deal." Dean shoved his phone into the pocket of his royal blue gym shorts.

" It is a big deal," Seth countered. " You didn't spend last night with us and now you're going out tonight."

" Oh for fuck's sake Seth. You're worse than a woman." Dean rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. He knew that he was being a tad bit of an asshole but he honestly didn't see what the big deal was.

Dean instantly regretted his words when he saw the hurt expression on Seth's face. Rollins lowered his face to the ground, no longer looking Dean in the face. " I just wanted to spend some time with you." Seth retreated back to the bed that Roman was sitting down on.

Reigns was oddly quiet during this discussion. He appeared to be overly occupied with his phone. However when Seth sat next to him on the bed he put his arm around his waist and gave him a quick kiss on the temple. Reigns' eyes never left his phone's screen.

Dean stood at the door with his hand on the knob. He observed them as Seth sat dejected on the bed with Roman's arm losely around his waist. The larger guy's eyes were fixed on the screen, refusing to look at him. That's how it always was. Him versus them. Why couldn't they just see that he didn't fit together with them like that? He loved them undoubtedly but he wasn't sure if it was enough. He opened the door and walked out of the room.

" Hi." Chris smiled as he opened the door and ushered Dean inside.

As Chris closed the door behind him, Dean took a look around the room. It was nicer than his for sure. For starters Chris had a kitchenette , also a mini living room area with a walk out balcony. He could see into the bed chamber and saw a nice king sized bed. The perks of being one of the top dogs in WWE. One of these days he would get there, he said to himself.

Chris came up next to him and Dean took in the nice fragrance of his cologne. It was one of those woodsy scents with hints of musk. But it wasn't overpowering or obnoxious. It was rather light and pleasant. Actually it made Dean want to stand even closer to him. He looked Chris over as he walked to the kitchenette. He was wearing a close fitting black t-shirt and darkwashed jeans, his feet were bare. He looked sexy like that Dean mused as he removed his own sneakers and placed them by the door.

" Hi," Chris called out and Dean turned around. He held up some plastic bags that appeared to hold some food containers. " I took the liberty of ordering some Thai for us."

Dean's expression remained focused on him and it didn't change. Chris placed the bags back on the counter. " Well if you don't like Thai, we could always order room service." Jericho knew that his voice sounded a bit too expectant, a bit too eagar to please but damn it. Being around Dean Ambrose made him a bit nervous. The guy seemed like the cool and laid back sort but with a hair trigger temper. He had heard about the altercation between him and Brodus Clay in the locker room. He knew Dean was not a man to be fucked with. But shit, he was fucking sexy. Even as he came towards him with his hair partially slicked back with a few careless curls falling on his face. His blue eyes, even lighter than Jericho's own was studying his face.

Ambrose picked up one of the bags that contained the food. " Thai's fine."

Chris smiled. " That's good. Okay why don't you take the food into the bedroom..." Dean looked at him curiously. " They put the big screen in there." Jericho stammered out. Damn him for making Chris feel like a nervous school boy again. " I'll bring the beers."

"Cool." Dean took up the bags and headed to the bedroom. Chris watched as he walked away. There was just something about that man that just got to him. He took the beers out of the mini fridge and followed him into the bedroom.

An hour and a half later Dean was lying back on the bed with one arm propped behind his head that was against the pillow. They were watching some old WWF matches from the 1980s. They were before he was even born. He had seen them all before but it was interesting to go through them Chris who had a different take on the in ring psychology and the crowd reactions to various characters. Even though Jericho had been in the business for many years, his enthusiasm for the sport still shone through. He wondered if he ever reached Chris' longevity in the game if he would be still be as enthusiastic or would he be an old jaded, cynical bitch? Dean smiled to himself. Whenever was he not an old jaded, cynical bitch? It seemed as though he was born with it.

As the match ended, the room suddenly grew quiet. Jericho moved closer to him on the bed. Chris was raised up on his arms and looked down on Dean lying back on the pillow. Chris had a small smile on his face as he used one hand to stroke the new beard coming in on Dean's jaw line. He was a beautiful wild child. He reminded Chris of a bit of himself in his younger days. But he didn't have the relaxed charm about it that Dean possessed.

He brought his face down and covered Dean's lips with his mouth, kissing him firmly. He felt Dean moving the hand that was behind his head and placing it around Jericho's shoulders keeping him in place. Dean returned his kisses unhurriedly. Taking his time easing his lips apart and over Chris' own. Occassionally flicking his tongue against Chris' lips but never in his mouth, driving Chris crazy.

Jericho positioned himself almost on top of Dean, easing his hand underneath the white t-shirt feeling Dean's warm skin. He moved his hand up over Dean's rib cage feeling the glorious smooth skin under his fingertips. He position his mouth over Dean's and pushed his tongue between his lips to finally touch his. He heard Dean giving a small chuckle and knew instantly that he was purposely teasing him all along. Chris retaliated by tweaking one of Dean's nipples with his fingers. Dean kept Chris' face firmly against his and sucked Chris' tongue lightly in his mouth. Chris felt his dick getting harder and harder from Dean's antics. It was becoming very difficult for Chris to control himself.

Dean enjoyed kissing Chris. He enjoyed being in Chris' company. He could tell that Chris really liked him. He liked Chris as well, just not on the level that Chris liked him. He was already in love with his two best friends already, he didn't need any more complications. He felt one of Chris' hand move down his body as they continued to kiss. It stop right on top of his stiff cock. Jericho gave it a firm squeeze through the material of the pants.

" Nice one there Ambrose." Chris murmurred against his lips before kissing him again.

" Why thank you." Dean replied. He arched his hips up slightly so that Chris could get a better grasp of his member.

" Fuck." Chris whispered against Dean's lips. His fingers moved up and down the length of Dean's cock, squeezing the head. " Damn, you feel so nice."

Dean gave a small smile. He was glad that Chris was enjoying touching him. Jericho stopped touching him and moved his hand back up to the waistband of his shorts and slipped his hand underneath. He heard him give a small gasp when he realized that Dean wasn't wearing any underwear. As a habit, Dean never really wore underwear often except under his wrestling gear. He honestly didn't like it much. He felt Jericho's fingers brush against the base of his shaft, exploring down to the tip. His finger making small circles on the head of his cock that was leaking precum. Dean moaned deep in throat at the sensation. He opened his eyes when he felt Chris tugging his pants down his hips with his free hand. Dean decided to help him by lifting his hips and assisting in the removal. The gym shorts were now dangling precariously on the edge of the bed and he was fully exposed to Chris. Quickly Jericho removed his own shirt and positioned himself between Dean's legs. Ambrose admired his perfectly sclupted body and was tickled by the fact that the legendary Y2J was stroking his cock. When Chris took his cock into his warm wet mouth and ran his experienced tongue over the head he gasped unintentionally. Damn he was good. Dean glanced down at the sight of the legend between his thighs with his cock in his mouth giving him the most blissful blowjob ever. Dean moaned hard as Chris licked the sensitive underside of his dick and massaged his balls at the same time. Maybe Chris wasn't such a bad dude to have around after all.

Roman and Seth were lying in bed together as a late night talk show played on the tv in front of them. Dean had been gone over two hours now. Both of them were just in their boxers. Seth's head was resting against Roman's upper torso with one arm absent mindedly thrown around his waist. Roman's left hand was carelessly teasing Seth's hair.

" I don't understand him."

Seth's words clung thickly in the air before he spoke again. " After all these weeks of trying to get inbetween us, now that he has, it seems like he doesn't want to be around us."

" It has only been two nights Seth." Roman tried to reassure him but it didn't sound too convincing.

" I know," Seth groaned. " But it feels like now that he's gotten what he wanted, he doesn't need us anymore."

Roman stopped teasing Seth's hair. " Don't say that. He wouldn't do that to us." Reigns didn't sound as if he believed his own words.

They were quiet for a few moments and then Seth spoke up again. " You wanted him to stay with us tonight, didn't you?"

At first Roman didn't answer and Seth raised his head up and looked at him and then he slowly nodded his head.

Seth looked at him with a bit of sadness in his eyes. " Then why didn't you tell him how you felt?"

Roman shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. " It's just hard when it comes to him."

Seth squeezed Roman's forearm. " You should tell him how you feel about him."

Roman licked his lips apprehensively before he spoke. " I already did."

Seth perked up his head and sat up in the bed. " When?"

" It was the same night after we all had been together and you went to bed. We both had a beer and then we were kissing and as a matter of fact he told me that he loved me first. Then I told him that I loved him as well."

Part of Seth wanted to smile as Roman told him the story but he saw the sadness that overtaken his boyfriend's handsome face and knew how much he was probably hurting because Dean didn't want to stay with them. He knew that Roman was a prideful man but his feelings ran deep. It was hard for him to admit how he felt about a person or a situation sometimes.

Seth placed an arm around Roman's neck and drew him in for a soft kiss. " Don't worry about it. I'm here and I love you." A small sad smile flashed across Roman's lips before he kissed Seth back.

A/N: Awww, my poor boys. How messy...