Chapter 2

Seth took the first box out of the backseat of his car. He started to walk towards the stairs of his new apartment when the front door of the bottom apartment opened. Stepping outside was one of the most gorgeous men that Seth had ever seen. He was tall like Seth but wider. He was wearing a white tank top that showcased hard muscles covered in a smooth caramel complexion. His right arm was completely covered in what looked like an intricate tribal tattoo. He was pulling his long black curly hair off his shoulders into a ponytail that he secured with a hair tie. He had chiseled cheekbones and a strong jaw. A wide generous mouth and the most stunning grey eyes that observed him with faint curiosity.

" Hi." Seth put on his best smile and walked over to greet his new neighbour.

" Hi." The guy replied eyeing the box in Seth's arms. " You're moving in?"

" Yeah." Seth shifted the box to his left arm, sticking out his right arm. " I'm Seth Rollins."

The guy smiled as he shook his hand. " Roman Reigns. Nice to meet you."

" So we're neighbours, huh?" Seth was definitely not regretting his decision to move into this apartment even though it came with a slightly weird roommate. It was a nice neighbourhood and the building was at the end of a cul-de-sac. His eyes quickly glanced over his new neighbour. He was so fucking hot. At least he knew now to whom that Mercedes SUV belonged to. Seth had to resist the urge to bite his bottom lip as he watched Roman's muscles flex as he spoke.

" Yeah, I guess so. Dean's a pretty cool guy."

Seth shrugged his shoulders. " I don't really know. Haven't really talked to him much." Seth then asked the question he asked all of his potential interests. " So do you live here with your girlfriend?"

Roman laughed. " No I don't have a girlfriend."

" Boyfriend perhaps?" Seth's tone teasing.

Roman laughed even harder. " Nah. That's not my scene."

Seth tried not let the disappointment show on his face. " That's cool. I just asked since the place comes with two bedrooms."

" Yeah I turned the second one into a home office."

" Oh what do you do?" Seth shifted the box around in his arms again. It was really starting to feel quite heavy.

" I'm an accountant. I run my own practice just a few minutes down the road from here."

" That's cool." Seth said nodding his head. In his mind he was quickly calculating how much an accountant made out here in L.A. Judging from the nice ride and pretty nice place. He probably did quite well for himself. Although he was nowhere as well off as Seth's current benefactor. He didn't see why he couldn't dip his toes in. Roman's identification as being straight was only a minor barrier. We'll see how long that lasts, Seth mused to himself.

" So what do you do?"

" I'm a stripper." He said it proudly. His head raised up and cocked it to a side as if he was daring Roman to defy him.

Roman raised his eyebrows in surprise and then nodded his head as he was obviously still processing that image and the connotations that came along with it. " A stripper? Wow."

" Does it make you uncomfortable? Judging me already aren't you?"

" No." Roman shook his hand. " It's just that out here, most people in that profession refer to themselves as professional dancers."

Seth juggled the box around in his arms again. He really needed to put it down. " No need for me to try to pretty or class it up. I am what I am. I do what I do."

Roman looked at him thoughtfully. " You're a straight shooter and you're honest. I can respect that."

He noticed Seth was starting to falter with the box. He came towards him, his arms outstretched. " Do you want me to help you with that?"

Seth shook his head and took a step towards the stairs. " No I'm good, thanks." He put his foot on the first step. " But there's some more boxes in the backseat, if you don't mind."

" Oh it's no problem." Roman responded as he walked towards Seth's car.

Seth watched him for a moment and then continued up the stairs. Seducing his new neighbour was going to be easier than he thought. He had earned his respect already when he came straight out about his job. Earning his respect was a huge deal. It meant that Roman already liked him even if it was only on a friendly level.

He walked straight past Dean who had opened the door for him without even acknowledging him. He made a beeline for his bedroom, dropping the box on the bed.

Much to Dean's surprise when he turned around, Roman was coming in with one of Seth's boxes.

" Hi Dean." Roman greeted him, coming inside.

" Rome?" Dean's mouth gaped open in astonishment when Seth waltzed into the room smiling at Roman as if they were old friends.

" This way Roman." Seth held Roman's wrist as he led him to his bedroom.

When they came back out Dean stopped them. " You two know each other?"

Roman laughed and shook his head. " No. I just met him. I'm just helping him with his boxes."

" And we've got plenty more from where those came from," Seth said interrupting the conversation before Dean could ask any further questions. " C'mon." Seth walked outside with Roman following him.

Dean sat on the couch trying to take it all in. Well I'll be a monkey's uncle, Dean mused ruefully. Seth had barely said two words him that weren't snippy since they met but he was a completely different person around Roman. It was as if Seth had determined that Dean was beneath him and didn't even want to bother to get to know him. But then why move in with him then? Ambrose was certain that there were people out there that were more Seth's speed that he could room with. He got an apple from the fridge and then sat back on the couch watching Seth and Roman moving in and out carrying boxes and suitcases.

Despite not addressing him directly, Seth noticed his new roommate watching his and Roman's interactions quite carefully. It wasn't that Seth disliked the guy, it was just that Seth didn't care about him. From the couple of good looks that Seth had gotten of him, he guess that he was attractive. Well pretty cute was the highest that Seth would rate him if he was feeling generous. Dean had ice blue eyes and shaggy auburn hair. He estimated that Dean had a pretty decent body underneath all of the baggy clothes that he wore. But men with Dean's looks were a dime a dozen in L.A. Nothing special. Now Roman on the other hand, he turned to watch as the guy dragged in his heaviest suitcase with ease. Now he was certainly a great catch. Lots of dirty thoughts ran through Seth's mind of what he would like to do to one Mr. Roman Reigns. But he would keep quiet about them for now he thought as he followed Roman back into the living room.

" Well thanks for everything Roman. I really appreciate it." Seth smiled and held out his hand.

" Ah it was no problem. Don't mention it." Roman shook his hand and clapped him on the back.

Reigns turned to leave. " Well I must be going now. I plan to go down to the office for a couple of hours to get some work done."

" Oh that's cool." Seth said, looking at the ground for a moment. " Hey wait a minute Roman."

The living Adonis stopped on his heels and turned around looking at Seth expectantly.

" How about we have dinner sometime celebrating my moving in?" The hopefulness in Seth's voice was apparent.

Dean rolled his eyes. It was quite obvious to him that Seth had a little crush on Roman. Of course Roman being Roman was oblivious to such things. Dean had a tiny one on the man also when he first moved in. But when he found out that Roman was straight he immediately backed off. He respected people and their sexual choices and besides, Roman was a pretty laid back guy and he was fun to hang out with. He suspected however that Mr. Rollins wasn't the type to take no for an answer.

" That sounds good. How about tonight?" Roman offered.

Seth shook his head. " Nah. I have to work tonight."

" Oh ok." Roman rubbed the well manicured beard on his chin. " How about tomorrow?"

" That's works." Seth replied brightly.

" Does that work for you Dean?" Roman looked over in his direction.

Dean saw the scowl that flashed across Seth's face at Roman inviting him along. Seth obviously only wanted Roman with him at dinner. " It's good. I have my day off tomorrow."

Dean saw the scowl again and smiled to himself. He had no problem with throwing a wrench into that pretty boy's plans especially if his hunch about him was correct.

" Well that settles it." Roman looked at Seth. " You can pick the restaurant."

" Yeah sure." The tiny drop in enthusiasm in Seth's voice went undetected by Roman but picked up by Dean.

Seth went back to his bedroom without even glancing at Dean. Ambrose chuckled to himself as he reached for the remote and turned on the television. He settle back into the couch as he watched a rerun of Law and Order. He could hear the closet door being slammed in the distance. Seth was obviously upset and as Dean put his legs up on the soft suede covered brown couch he really couldn't give a fuck about that.

An hour later, Seth came bursting out of the bedroom his hair a fluffy, curly cloud around his head. He opened the front door and left it that way as he went down the steps. Dean got up from the couch and looked through one of the windows that overlooked the parking area to see where he was going.

A silver Porsche Cayenne now crowded the area. A rather tall man got out of the SUV. He was wearing a light grey suit with a striped white shirt and shiny black dress shoes. From what Dean could see, he had a smooth olive complexion and a very full dark beard that was expertly trimmed. He was wearing those Tom Ford sunglasses that every well to do executive in Hollywood wore, eversince Brad Pitt had worn a pair on a red carpet. He stood with his hands on his hips and surveyed the town house. Dean could tell from his disposition that he wasn't too impressed.

He saw Seth appear, taking the man's hands and leading him up the stairs. Oh fuck. Another snobbish asshole to deal with. Dean groaned. He moved away from the window and sat on the couch again as Seth and the stranger came into the apartment.

" This is it." Seth said to the man as they walked into the living room. The man removed his sunglasses and placed them inside his jacket. He was a bit younger than Dean had guessed. He looked to be around his mid thirties and had large almond shaped eyes with golden brown irises. Dean supposed he would call him handsome but he had an almost suffocating air of smugness surrounding him that consumed any attractive qualities that he had.

" Well it's definitely an upgrade from the last place that you lived." He looked at Dean on the couch and openly reviled him with disdain. " Who's that?"

" Oh that's just Dean my roommate." Seth said dismissively. But the man kept staring at him as if he never saw anyone who looked like Dean before.

Seth sighed as if this was a normal occurance. " Dean this is Damien. Damien this is..."

The man called Damien cut Seth off. " Uh, uh, uh. Remember Seth, first names are for people whom we are familiar with."

The man stepped closer to Dean. " My name is Damien Sandow. But you may refer to me as Mr. Sandow."

Dean gave him a slight nod of acknowledgement and then turned his attention back to the tv. " Yo."

Sandow's eyes opened wide with indignation. " Yo? What kind of greeting is that?" He turned to the younger man. " What kind of people are you living with? Did he even finish high school?"

Seth sighed and took Damien's hand. " Just ignore him. Come and see my bedroom."

Dean felt himself seething as Seth and Sandow disappeared around the corner. That dig that Sandow took at him was unnecessary and it made him feel like trash. He acknowledged that maybe he could have been more cordial but that was no reason for the man to mock his upbringing. Dean pounded his fist into the couch out of frustration. He shouldn't let someone like Sandow get to him. He had more than dealt with his fair share of people like Sandow since moving to Los Angeles from Cincinnati when he was eighteen in the summer after high school had finished. But normally those people were out there, not here inside his home. His sanctuary.

Dean groaned and got off the couch and went into the kitchen. He took a bottled water out of the fridge and took a long drink. As he placed the bottle on the counter top, Seth and his friend came back out into the living room.

" Well I guess it's decent enough." Damien was saying. " But Seth, I don't see why you don't want to stay at my condo in Santa Barbara."

" Because it's too far from where I work," Seth whined, wrapping his arms loosely around Damien's neck. " Besides the last time I stayed there your wife caught us and freaked out."

Damien grimaced and pushed some strands of hair off of Seth's face. " You let me deal with Caroline."

He pulled Seth against him obviously not caring that Dean was standing right there. " I just want you closer to me." His voice dropped and he was speaking to Seth tenderly. " Look I can get you your own apartment up there. It would be right on the cliffs. You would like that right?"

Seth sighed and his fingers played with the dark brown hair that brushed against the collar of Damien's shirt. " Dae, we've been over this. Santa Barbara is too far. I want to be on my own for a while."

Dean could do nothing more than stare at the soap opera being played out in front of him.

Seth pulled Sandow's head down to his as if he was about to kiss him, when Sandow stopped. " You're going to do this right in front of him?" Apparently they did notice that he was in the room.

" He doesn't care." Seth replied without even so much to look at Dean.

Surprisingly that seemed to have satisfied Sandow and he kissed his younger lover on the lips. Seth moved his hand up to cradle the back of Damien's head as he angled his head to deepen the kiss. Dean was beginning to wonder if they didn't need to breathe when they pulled apart.

Damien ran his hands through Seth's hair, gripping it and lowering his head. He kissed him on his forehead and Dean could see a gauntlet of emotions running across his face. They were mainly ones of a man who realized that he has fallen too far for a person whom he could never lay claim to. Seth of course never saw this as his head was angled towards the floor.

" Right." Sandow brought Seth's head back up right again and his usual demeanor was back. " Have you signed the lease yet?"

" Actually I haven't." He turned and looked at Dean expectantly.

Dean was beginning to hate how Seth expected him to read his mind as if he was his servant. He pulled the lease out of the kitchen drawer that he had it stored in. He tossed it on the counter and Seth opened it. Sandow handed him a nice streamlined pen to sign the form. After Seth had finished, he took up the document and perused it quickly. He placed the form back on the counter and took out his checkbook from a pocket inside his jacket. He quickly filled out the lines and tore the check out efficiently and handed it to Dean.

Dean looked at the amount that Damien written. It was enough to cover the deposit and six months' rent. " This is good." He said as he placed it in the same drawer as the lease.

" Well of course it is." Sandow replied haughtily. He turned back to Seth. " Well Seth I have to be going now." He kept his arm around Seth's waist as he walked to the door.

" Will I be seeing you after the show tonight?"

" Seth you know that I have a soiree to attend to this evening." He took his sunglasses out of his pocket. He put them on and looked at Seth who was pouting. " Now don't give me that look."

Seth continued to pout.

Damien sighed exasperatedly. " Okay, I think I can sneak away for a couple of hours. Most of these things are quite boring anyhow. Besides by that time Caroline would be too drunk to notice."

Seth smiled and Damien kissed him chastly on the lips. " I'll see you later." Damien said as he stroked Seth's cheek.

Seth watched as Damien walked down the stairs and got into the Cayenne. He watched Damien drive off and then closed the door. Seth was tired from moving around all of those heavy boxes and wanted a nap.

" Does Damien own a Porsche dealership or something?" Dean inquired.

Seth glared at him. " What Damien does is none of your business." He saw Dean wince a bit and realized that he maybe a tad bit too harsh with his roommate. " He's in real estate."

" Oh okay." Dean responded taking another drink from his water bottle.

Seth regarded him with faint curiosity for a moment and then headed to his bedroom.

It was just after six o'clock in the evening and Dean was ready to leave home to head to work to start his night shift at seven. When he looked out of the window down into the parking lot. Seth had parked behind him and had him blocked in. Shit.

Dean walked into Seth's room to find him sprawled out over the bed, deep in sleep with the boxes scattered haphazardly across the floor. All he was wearing was a miniscule pair of black briefs. He was sleeping on his stomach, his back to Dean. One side of the brief was caught up in Seth's ass crack, exposing the golden round mound of Seth's right asscheek. Dean stared for a while at the sight. His cock twitching in his pants. He would love to run his tongue down that cheek, planting kisses and taking nips at it. He went right next to the bed and slowly stretched his hand out towards it. He steeled his nerves, knowing that he was technically violating his roommate while he slept. He allowed the tips of fingers to run up and down the smooth, delectable piece of flesh. Just this little taste of him felt so good. He looked down at Seth's muscular thighs and then up his strong back. Seth had a damn good body. He was extremely sexy in the way that appealed to Dean. He caught himself when he realized that he was cupping Seth's ass, his thumb pressing into the skin. He lifted his hand and brought it back down, smacking Seth's ass hard, taking perverse pleasure in watching the buttcheek bounce and jiggle.

" Holy fuck!" Seth woke up immediately and turned over. " What the fuck Dean?" He rubbed the stinging muscle as his eyes shot daggers at Dean.

" Rise and shine baby boy," Dean grinned at him. " You've gotta move your car. You're blocking me in."

" You woke me up for that?" Seth stood up and looked around for his car keys.

Dean could clearly see the outline of Seth's semi-hard cock through the thin material. His mind wandered to how Seth would taste in his mouth. Seth fucking his mouth while Dean's hands gripped Seth's beautiful ass to keep him steady.

Seth pulled the keys out from the jeans pants that he had dropped on the floor and started to walk out the room.

" You're going outside like that?"

Seth looked at him disdainfully. " Yes I am. Do you have a problem? Do you want me to move the car or not?"

Dean held up his hands. " Fine. Just asking."

Dean followed him and watched as Seth pulled the offending piece of material out of his asscrack, so that it covered his cheek once more. He went down the stairs behind Seth watching every movement of how his ass muscles flexed as he walked.

Seth moved his car and Dean got into his and took off. Seth Rollins was everything that he hated in a human being but everything that he loved in a man. Dean didn't know what to do but he felt a bit guilty as he became aroused as he replayed the moments in his mind of touching Seth's ass. He knew in the back of his mind that realistically that it was all that he could possibly get but it wouldn't be enough to satisfy him.

A/N: Thank you so much for the overwhelming support and love that you guys have already shown to this story!

So what do you think of Seth's sugar daddy? And Seth is quite mean to Dean, isn't he?