Chapter 24

Seth stood with his arms spread on the wall next to the bed. Roman was massaging a soothing oil into his skin for his aching muscles. Before, when Roman used to do this, and they were just friends his movements were quick and impersonal like a sports doctor. Now his fingers lingered over his skin as he moved from one group of muscles to the next. His fingers pressed into his skin slowly as if he was savouring every moment that he rubbed the oil into Seth's skin. His broad hands were on either side of Seth's back as he slowly made his way down Seth's ribcage, his fingertips brushing against Seth's nipples as he went down the well defined torso. Roman's thumbs came together at the center of Seth's lower back right above the waist band of Seth's sweatpants. Roman kneaded his fingers into the tired flesh there. Seth groaned low as Roman worked the muscle there. Having Roman touching him like this was turning him on immensly. He looked down and saw the tent pitched in his pants. He wanted release so badly. It had been a tough night. Dean had walked out on them about half an hour ago when Seth had rejected his so called apology. For Dean to think that beating him up would make everything okay between them was crazy. He didn't want to hit Dean unless they were in the ring. Seth moaned again when Roman slipped his thumbs under his waist band was caressing the beginning of Seth's firm cheeks.

Rollins felt Roman pressing against him. He could feel his erection against his ass. Reigns' chest against his back. Roman's lips whispering against his ear sending a shock through his body.

" I'm going to wash this oil off my hands." Seth could hear the tease in his voice. He knew full well the state that he had Seth in.

He watched as his lover walked off with glorious jet black ringlets swaying slightly against his back as he walked.

When Roman came out of the bathroom Seth was standing next to the bed. His pants were on the floor and his erection was pointing straight at him.

" I want you to please me." It wasn't a demand or an objectification. Seth eyes were soft when he looked at Roman. He knew exactly what Seth meant. He wanted comfort.

Roman wrapped his large muscular arms around the younger man, tilted his head to a side and kissed him deeply. Even now that he had kissed Seth numerous times he still enjoyed the sensation of Seth's beard rubbing against his. How Seth's lips moved against his with perfect harmony. How smooth his tongue felt moving alongside his. Their kisses were quite different from the ones that he shared with Dean. Those were more passionate and primal, every nerve in his body was on fire whenever he and Dean kissed. Roman tried to block those thoughts out and concentrate on Seth. Rollins deserved all of his attention.

He laid Seth gently back on the bed with his legs hanging over the edge. Roman knelt down on the floor inbetween Seth's legs. His hands holding Seth's hips steady. He pressed his tongue against the base of Seth's hard cock and moved it right up to the tip. He kissed the tip lightly and he heard Seth groan. He ran his tongue down the other side of the shaft and then back up again. Then he took as much of him inside his mouth that he possibly could. He liked the slightly salty, musky flavour of Seth and started to suck him making Rollins buck his hips with the pleasure. Seth's fingers dugged into the bedsheets and they balled up in his palms as he gently fucked Roman's warm, wet mouth. His dick felt right at home in there. Seth raised his head slightly and watched Roman whose eyes were closed at the time fully concentrate on sucking his cock. Those beautiful full lips wrapped around his shaft. That long black hair brushing against his thighs as Roman's head moved back and forth. Seth never had a more gorgeous partner than the man before him. Well Dean is pretty hot as well Seth mused. Well more in a James Dean, bad boy type of way and not greek god handsome like Roman. His boyfriend started to hum against his dick while it was still in his mouth sending vibrations all the way down the shaft and throughout Seth's body making him curl his toes. It instantly knocked all thoughts of Dean, wrestling and even his name out of his mind. Seth thrusted hard into Roman's mouth touching the back of his throat as he released himself. Roman didn't move until he had swallowed it all and then kissed the head of Seth's manhood removing any last trace. Seth grabbed Roman by the face pulling him on top of his body kissing him hard tasting himself on his lips. Why couldn't his relationship with Dean be this easy?

It was early in the morning, before dawn when Chris tried to move but he couldn't. As his senses awakened as he opened his eyes, he realized that he was being held. Somehow during the night Dean had managed to wrap his arms around Chris' waist. His entire body was resting against Dean's and he could feel his breath tickling the back of his neck as Dean slept soundly. Crap. To make matters worse, he was right at the edge of the bed. There was no where for him to go.

For a few moments he lay there savouring the feeling of Dean's body warmth against him. He knew that he should be looking for a way to get out of this but just for a few minutes he relished in what he secretly desired even though his mind told him that the ship had long sailed.

Chris really liked Dean. He was a bit weird but he was nice to have around and sex with him was unbelievable. But when he saw him at his door looking so hurt and torn down, he felt his heart melting for him. He wanted to take care of Ambrose and make him feel better. Even though Chris knew that it would make himself feel even worse not having Dean. But he cared enough about him to put his own selfish desires aside and help Dean through his problems.

Slowly Chris tried to untangle Dean's fingers from around his waist. As he got one hand undone he heard Dean groan, nuzzling his face into the back of his neck.

" Chris..." A low throaty sleepy sound from Dean.

At least he was coherent enough to know who he was sleeping with. Chris moved Dean's hand carefully to a side to lay against his own body but Dean brought it back pulling Chris against him.

" Stop it Chris." He mumbled into his back. His lips brushing Chris' skin as he spoke.

" Dean," Jericho tried to be firm with him. " C'mon. Let go of me."

Dean's voice was still full of sleep as he spoke. " No."

Chris started to squirm against him. " Dean, you're not making this easy for me."

" I'm sorry Chris but I just need you right now." Jericho heard Dean stress on the word 'need' and stood still for a few moments.

Suddenly he felt Dean giving him little kisses across his shoulder and down his back. Dean's hand was moving across his stomach rubbing his abs. It was all too much. Chris bolted right up and looked down at a very confused Dean Ambrose.

" Stop. Would you please just stop?" Chris didn't mean to raise his voice. But he couldn't let Dean continue with torturing him like this.

He got out the bed and walked towards the window. He looked out into the pre dawn purplely blue sky. Honestly Chris would've loved nothing more than to have sex with Dean right now in this moment but it wasn't going to solve anything.

He heard Dean come up behind him but he didn't turn around.

" I'm sorry Chris."

Jericho could hear the regret in his voice. He turned around to face him. His auburn hair was scattered all across his face and his eyes were melancholy. He was scared. It was as plain as anything that Dean Ambrose just didn't know what to do with himself.

" It's okay." Chris crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders.

Dean looked at him timidly as if he wasn't sure that he believed him.

Chris caressed the side of Dean's face with his right hand. " It's okay. Trust me." He sighed as he continued to speak. " Look. I really like you. It's hard being so close to you when I know that you don't want me in the way that I want you."

Dean brought Chris' hand forward to his lips and pressed a kiss into the open palm. " I really wished that I had gotten with you at a different time." He gently released the hand to Chris' side.

" Yeah me too. Perhaps even a different place." Chris gave him a small smile which Dean returned.

They stared at each other for a several seconds thinking about what could have been. Dean took a small step forward and kissed Chris on his forehead before resting his own against it. Their eyes were locked on to each other. Chris was pressed up against the wall and the window and the rest of Dean's body was inches away from his own. Their blue eyes darted at each other's lips. It was so tempting. But Chris pulling together all of his courage closed his eyes and then moved away from Dean. Walking almost to the other corner of the bedroom. Dean remained where he was and they just looked at each other.

Chris broke the silence first. " So why don't you tell me how exactly did you apologize to them?"

So Dean told him the whole story. After he had finished Chris was speechless. He walked over to the bed and sat down while rubbing the back of his neck.

" Um, wow." Chris gave a small laugh and shook his head. " You call that an apology?"

Dean looked at Chris as if he was genuinely confused. " I don't understand. What's wrong? I apologized for what I did."

" Yeah," Chris shook his head. " But you made it all about you."

" You wanted them to hit you to make you feel better not them. You wanted them to choke you out?" Chris chuckled a little. " For goodness sake, they love you. They don't want to hurt you."

Chris looked at Dean. " Is that how you associate love? With pain?"

Ambrose looked on the ground and around the room avoiding Chris' gaze. " I guess... I don't know... I'm messed up."

Chris nodded as if he understood. There were many layers to Dean Ambrose. Some of them he wasn't ready to explore quite yet.

" All I'm saying is. Try to see it from their side. What if someone had told you that they loved you and then you find out that they were sexing some hot rockstar on the side?"

Dean laughed. Chris was making him feel better but he also understood what he was saying. He needed to start putting other people's emotions before his own.

Dean walked over to Chris and pushed him back on the bed. Before Chris could react Dean's mouth was covering his. Dean's hands held a firm grip on Chris's wrists and pinned them to the bed as he kissed Chris thoroughly. At first Chris fought against him but then he eventually relaxed into the kiss, even kissing Dean back.

Eventually Dean broke the kiss and Chris was the first to speak. " What the hell was that for?"

Dean released his grip on Chris' wrists. " That was a thank you."

" Well you just can't walk around giving out 'thank yous' like that. People might think that you probably mean something more by it."

" Chris," Dean said softly. " I kissed you like that because I desired to kiss you like that. You've helped me so much. And before you even deny it, I know that you wanted it."

Chris felt himself involuntarily blush even though he thought he was too old for that nonsense. " I may have wanted it Dean but it just makes it so much harder to let go."

" I know." Dean looked at Chris tenderly. " I just wanted to give you something to remember me by."

Chris looked at Dean a bit concerned. " You make it sound as if you're leaving for good."

Dean shook his head. " Nah, I will still be around and we can still be friends. Heck, you're probably one of my closest friends right now."

He kissed Chris on the cheek as he walked to the door. " As you said, maybe in a different place, things could have been different."

With that, Dean Ambrose was gone.

A/N: a different time, a different place, a different universe...