A/N: Please check out 'Booty Like That' by the uber talented haunted-mind-14. The story is a result of a conversation that we had on tumblr over Dean Ambrose's newly grown ass. This story is hilarious and hot! You can find it by going to my Profile page and clicking on the Favourite Stories tab.

Chapter 3

Sunday morning, Dean laid in his bed for quite a while before moving. Saturday night was always the busiest night in the bar and he didn't get home not until after three in the morning. The smell of fresh coffee wafted into his bedroom. Seth had probably made some. Dean shuffled out of his bedroom into the kitchen wearing only the boxers that he had slept in. Seth was sitting at the breakfast bar eating a cream cheese bagel and sipping at a cup of coffee. In front of him was the Sunday newspaper.

" Morning," Dean said wearily as he made his way to coffee machine.

" Morning," Seth replied in his normal unenthused tone.

Dean got his cup and was about to pour the coffee in it when he realized that it wasn't even a full cup. " Why didn't you make some more coffee?"

Seth kept his back to him and shrugged. " Because I didn't need any more coffee."

Dean stared for a moment at the selfish man's back. It was the first time that he noticed the Chinese or was it Japanese characters that started at the base of his neck and stopped between his shoulder blades. Lower down he saw marks that looked like scratches and fresh hickies that looked like a vibrant red against his golden skin. He probably did get his way with Sandow last night.

Still, Dean was beginning to feel like a second class citizen in his own home. He cleaned out the coffee pot and started a new batch. While the machine perculated he opened the fridge, intending to get his own bagel. He stared into the fridge for a few seconds wondering why everything looked so different. Then he realized that Seth had moved all of Dean's stuff to the second shelf while his stuff occupied the top shelf.

Dean pulled out his bag of bagels and popped a couple into the toaster. He returned the bag to the fridge and then watched as Seth made his way to the sink to wash his cup. He was wearing small red briefs that were cut high up the leg and Dean could see nearly half of his butt cheeks on either side. It was just so rounded and perky. Damn. Dean had to tear his thoughts away or his dick would make itself quickly known in his lightweight boxers.

" So you get the first shelf huh?"

Seth rinsed off the cup and placed it in the dish drainer. He raised a curious eyebrow at Dean. " What?"

Dean pointed at the fridge. " In there. You put all of your stuff on the top shelf."

Seth turned around and leaned against the sink. His arms crossed and his long legs extended. " Uh huh. I needed some place to put my stuff."

" Yeah I get that. But you didn't even consult with me first."

Seth looked at him as if he were crazy. " I have to consult with you to where I put my food? Seriously?"

" I don't mean it like that. It's just it would have been nice to be told what you were doing."

His bagels popped up and Dean got a plate to put them on.

" What the fuck? Are you my dad now?" Seth pushed away from the sink and stood with his hands on his hips, obviously not taking kindly to Dean's suggestion.

" Why are you making this a big fucking deal?" Dean replied as he started to butter his toasted bagels. " I'm just asking you to be a bit more considerate of me."

" Man, whatever." Seth flounced out of the kitchen.

Seth was behaving like such a spoiled brat. He probably wasn't used to anyone calling him on his behaviour. The coffee machine beeped and Dean poured himself a cup. He took his breakfast to the living room and turned on the tv. He flipped to a channel that dealt with restoring old cars. He ate his breakfast while he watched them restore an old Volkswagen. Dean honestly didn't know what to do about Seth. He didn't mind not being friends with a roommate but they could at least be decent to each other. Seth made him feel as if he was asking for too much. He couldn't help but to feel a tiny bit uncomfortable about dinner this evening.

Dean was outside talking to Roman as they waited for Seth to join them. It was just after six in the evening and outside was still bright. Roman was wearing a close fitting pale blue polo shirt and dark blue jeans with black loafers, his hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He was wearing a nice smelling woodsy cologne that wasn't over powering and Dean felt himself being drawn closer to him. But he held himself back because he didn't want to make Roman feel uncomfortable. He was wearing a button down white shirt with blue stripes with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Faded blue jeans and white sneakers. His brushed auburn hair grazed one side of his face and he touched his freshly shaven face. Dean even had to admit to himself that he did look nice tonight. Not that anyone would ever notice.

Seth eventually made his appearance five minutes later, coming down the steps in the tightest pair of khaki coloured pants that Dean had ever seen. His package was outlined and clearly front and center in the pants. A grey t-shirt that stopped right above his crotch and a black blazer completed the look. On his feet were Gucci loafers that matched the pants. Dean could tell that they were Gucci because they were the tacky ones that had the logo as the pattern all over the shoe.

Dean noticed that Roman was staring at him as well. Seth walked towards them confidently. A slight swag to his walk. His hair in a sleek ponytail and his aviator sunglasses on.

" Damn. How the hell did you get in those pants?" Roman asked. His eyes right on Seth's crotch.

Seth grinned. " I wasn't that hard. Just make sure that the pants have plenty of stretch in them."

Roman shook his head, looking away from Seth's package. " I wouldn't be able to walk if I wore pants that tight."

" I don't think you would get very far in them." Seth's tone was flirtatious but as usual it went right over Roman's head.

" That's right." Roman pressed the small remote on his keychain and unlocked his vehicle.

Dean noticed that Seth had manage to position himself by the passenger door so that meant that Dean had to ride in the backseat. Not that he cared too much. He took another glance at the obscene way that Seth's bulge was on display and then got into the SUV. He bet that Seth had a pretty cock to match the rest of him. He clicked his seatbelt into place as the other men in front did the same. Dean daydreamed about what it would look like and if he would ever get to see it as they drove down the Pacific Highway. He barely caught that they were going to a steakhouse as Seth and Roman talked about it. Dean was a bit surprised by Seth's choice. He seemed like the snooty type and he had fully expected him to go to some trendy seafood place. He was happy when they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. He had been there a few times before. The food was great and the prices were reasonable. As he walked in, he couldn't imagine Seth taking that Sandow character to a place like this.

They followed the hostess that took them to their booth. It was U-Shaped. Roman sat at the back in the curve while Seth and Dean sat on either side of him. It was one of the more upscale steakhouses in the area with tasteful western décor but Dean was sure it would still be beneath Mr. Damien Sandow.

He was right. Dinner was uncomfortable. At least it was for him. Seth and Roman laughed and talked getting to know each other. Everytime Dean tried to join in the conversation Seth out right ignored him as if he didn't hear him and if Roman tried to include him in the conversation, Seth would subtly steer it back to him. So an hour later Dean had given up. He sipped his drink as their plates were cleared away, half listening to their banter. Dean couldn't believe that Seth was acting like a child over what had happened at breakfast this morning. All things considered, it was the nicest way that Dean could have put it about Seth's inconsiderate behaviour.

" Excuse me."

Dean's attention was brought back to the booth when Seth eased out of his seat and walk towards the bathroom.

Dean shook the ice around in his almost empty glass, wondering when they would be leaving.

" So what's going on between you and Seth?"

" What?" Dean looked at Roman who was eyeing him suspiciously.

" Nothing." He drank the last of his drink and placed the glass back on the table.

" Don't give me that bullshit Dean. You can cut the tension with a knife between you two."

Trust Roman to be more perceptive than he led on. Dean sighed as his fingers played with the rim of the glass. " I don't know honestly. I guess he just doesn't like me."

Roman looked at him skeptically. " He doesn't like you? Why? Did you try to hit on him or something?"

Dean chuckled but there wasn't any merriment in it. " No I haven't. If you want to know why he doesn't like me, I guess that you would have to ask him."

Roman drank some of his beer and nodded his head. " I guess so."

They didn't say anything more until Seth returned.

" So Seth," Roman slouched down in his seat a bit. " Do your parents even know what you do?"

Seth shook his head and looked down at the table. " Nope."

" It would make for some awkward family dinners, huh?" Roman said playfully.

Seth raised his head and locked his eyes with Roman's. " Actually I haven't spoken to my parents since they kicked me out of the house when I came out and told them that I was gay."

" Oh man, I'm sorry." Roman sobered up immediately.

" It's okay. I was eighteen by then and I had just graduated from high school the week before." Seth sighed as he continued. " My parents are devout Catholics. My dad told me that I was dead to him until I renounced my evil ways." Seth chuckled. Dean could see that he was clearly reliving the moment in his mind. " Can you believe that people still think like that?"

" Yeah, it's really messed up." Roman agreed. He placed his hand over Seth's and squeezed it. " Well at least now you're free to live your life."

Seth smiled. He loved the feeling of Roman touching him. " Yeah I am." He was disappointed when Roman moved away his hand.

When the check came, Seth made a motion to pull out his wallet but Roman stopped him. " It's on me."

Dean saw the victorious glint in Seth's eyes as he watched Roman place the cash on the bill along with a generous tip.

" Thanks Roman," he said as they made their way out of the restaurant. " I appreciate it."

Roman brushed it off. " Think nothing of it. Consider it your housewarming present."

Seth smiled.

The ride home was uneventful. Dean was thankful that he had the entire backseat to stretch across as he begun to feel tired from such a heavy meal. At least Roman had noticed that Seth was being a brat to him and he wasn't imagining the entire thing.

Roman parked the Mercedes in front of their apartment building and the men disembarked. As Dean was heading up the stairs he heard Roman telling Seth that he wanted to speak to him for a minute. Dean didn't care what it was about. All that was on his mind right now was his bed.

Seth was gleeful on the inside as he approached Roman who was leaning against the railing that surrounded his patio. A nearby streetlight had illuminated half of Roman's face and one shoulder, leaving the rest to be shrouded in darkness. He looked so sexy like that Seth mused as he stood in front of him. It was taking all of his self control not to reach out and touch him.

" How come you don't like Dean?"

" Um, what?" That question was certainly not what Seth was expecting.

" I said how come you don't like Dean?" Roman folded his arms across his chest and crossed his legs.

Seth could feel those grey eyes staring straight at him waiting for answer. " What makes you think that?"

" It was kinda obvious from the way that you kept cutting him off at dinner."

Seth shifted nervously on his feet. Everything had been going so well. He didn't expect Roman to pick up on that. " I did? It wasn't intentional."

From the way how Roman was looking at him Seth knew that he didn't believe him. Roman continued to look at him for a few more tense seconds before rising off of the railing. " Just cut Dean some slack okay? He isn't a bad guy."

Seth shrugged his shoulders. " Yeah sure." Outside he sounded calm but inside he was fuming.

" Well I'm going to head to bed. I've got a long day tomorrow." Roman headed to his front door.

" Yeah. See you around." Seth responded as he headed up the stairs.

Seth barged into Dean's dark bedroom, slamming his hand against the light switch. Dean turned around slowly in bed. From what Seth could see he wasn't wearing a shirt and a lightweight blue sheet was around his waist.

" You've got some nerve!" Seth started.

Dean sat up in bed. The sheet slipping down to his hips as he pushed his hair off his face. " What the fuck are you talking about?"

" You complained about me to Roman didn't you?" Seth marched up to the bed, his eyes shooting accusations at Dean.

" I did not. He asked me why there was so much tension between us and I told him that it was because you didn't like me."

Seth grabbed at the sides of his hair yanking pieces loose from the ponytail. " You told him that I didn't like you? How could you?"

Dean eased up in bed, the sheet slipped a little lower but he didn't notice. " Because it's the fucking truth. You don't like me."

" Oh fuck!" Seth looked up at the ceiling and then down at the bed again. He then realized that Dean was nude underneath the sheet because he could see a neatly trimmed patch of dark red hair and the base of what looked like a pretty thick cock. It was enough to almost distract him from the matter at hand. Almost. " You just fucked everything up!"

Dean stared at him increduously. " I fucked everything up? Me?" His anger was starting to get the best of him. He was more than patient with Rollins' incredibly rude behaviour but he had enough. " What did you think? That you're going to seduce Roman into bed with you by walking around looking like a cheap whore?"

Dean laughed bitterly. " The guy's straight. Or did you not get the memo? I've met guys like you before and you're only interested in Roman because of his bank account." He saw Seth involuntarily flinched. He had struck a nerve.

" You think by putting your goods on display that you're going to entice him? Please. You're not the first and you definitely won't be the last." Dean pointed at Seth's pants. " Besides who wants someone that the entire world has already seen what they have to offer?"

Seth's jaw was clenched tight. His hands curled into fists. Dean could see the rise and fall of his chest as he inhaled air sharply. Even his eyes looked glassy. Dean braced himself for Seth to hit him.

He saw Seth glancing down his body and then back up to his face. But Dean's eyes did not leave Seth. The worst thing a person could do in an impending fight was to look away. He was well aware that he was nude underneath the sheet but if Seth wanted to fight him, well so be it.

Seth unclenched his fists and started to walk backwards out of the room. " I'm not a whore." He said quietly. He flicked Dean's light back off and closed the door as he left.

Dean only then realized how fast his heart had been beating when he found himself alone in the darkness. He pulled the sheet back up to his waist and slid back down to rest his head against the pillow. Seth knew how to push his buttons and get him worked up but he was determined not let Seth make him lose his cool so easily again.

A/N: Do you think Dean was a bit harsh with Seth or that Seth needed to hear it?

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