A/N: What's this? A smut update on Christmas Day? Isn't anything sacred anymore? …... Nope.

Chapter 19

Dean made his way back up to his apartment not in a better mood than the one he left it in. He had hit some musty, seedy bar and knocked back some drinks in the corner while everyone else around him left him alone. Just how he liked it.

As he entered the apartment he saw Seth walking into the living room dressed for work.

" Oh hi Dean." He smiled at him. " Are you okay? You left kinda quickly."

" What the fuck do you care?" Dean replied gruffly. He walked over to the refridgerator and took out a bottled water.

As he took a long drink from the bottle trying to dull the impending headache, Seth had followed him into the kitchen looking visibly upset.

" Why are you snapping at me? I didn't do anything." Seth folded his arms across his chest and looked at Dean as if he demanded an explanation.

Dean stared at him from underneath his brows as he screwed the cap back on to the bottle. He placed it on the table and wiped his lips with his hand. " You never do anything. But that's the problem, isn't it?"

Seth was puzzled. " I don't understand."

" You don't understand?" Dean laughed in a mocking manner. " Well isn't that fucking rich? You never fucking understand anything unless you're on your knees sucking cock for money." Dean sneered. " Don't you?"

Seth's bottom lipped quivered and he bit it as if he was trying to stop himself from crying. " Why are you saying such mean things to me? What did I do?"

" Oh great. So now I'm the mean one?" The liquor was filling Dean's head up with the thoughts that he had kept locked away. His tongue releasing them without any thought or care to how they fell on the intended victim. " You're a fucking bitch Seth."

Seth was staring at him wide eyed with his fists clenched at his sides as if he was restraining himself from launching at Dean. He could see that Seth was hurt from his words but he didn't feel an ounce of sympathy for him.

" You're a fucking bitch." Dean leaned up against the breakfast bar looking at him with nothing but disgust and contempt on his face. " You know what I'm going to do you a favour and tell you why you're such a bitch."

He leaned forward in front of Seth and smiled at him. His mouth did the action but his eyes remained cold and withdrawn. He chuckled when Seth took a step back from him. " You fucking played me and I fell for it hook, line and sinker."

" I never played you Dean." Seth replied softly.

" Yes you fucking did!" Dean yelled. He got back up into Seth's face again. " Now shut your fucking mouth," his voice dropping to a cold whisper. " Unless you want me to shut it for you."

Seth's eyes opened wide at Dean's threat and he took a couple steps back.

" You fucking led me on all this time. At first you wanted me and then you didn't, and then you did. Then you say that you have feelings for me. Next thing I know it's the middle of the night and you're in my bed and we have sex." Dean propped up against the counter and pointed his index finger at him. " I'll give you this though. It was some damn good sex." He brought down his finger and tapped it against the edge of the counter. " But then again sex is what you're good at isn't it? It's what Damien paid you for."

He could see that Seth's jaw was set tight. His eyes were glassy. He could see the tears threatening to spill over it any second now. He wanted Seth to hurt as badly as he had hurt him. Even more.

" But what kind of feelings did you have for me Seth? They've couldn't have been anything much the way how you easily told me that you're in love with another man. No, you didn't stop to consider my feelings on that one. Nope." Dean shook his head. " You just had to rub it in my face about how in love you are and how romantic it was. Do you think that it would've been easy for me to hear that shit Seth? Do you?" He was yelling again. " Do you ever fucking think?"

Seth backed out of the kitchen and took up his bag that he placed on the living room couch and slung it over his shoulder. He wiped his face with the back of his hand as he made his way to the door. " I don't have to fucking take this."

" You don't have to take what Seth? The fucking truth? No go on." He waved Seth away with his hand. " Run away from the damn truth like you normally do."

Seth exited the apartment, slamming the door. His tears nearly blinded his way down the stairs. Dean had no right to speak to him like that. He made Seth feel as if he was utterly worthless. Like if he was some sort of gutter trash who could only get a man's affection if he slept with him. That wasn't what he had intended with Dean. Seth choked back a sob as the steps finished and he made his way to his car.

" Seth?"

He stopped dead in his tracks. This was the one time that he didn't want to see him. But now that he had stopped he couldn't pretend that he hadn't heard him. Seth wiped his face with the back of his hand before turning around.

" Hi Romie."

Roman was leaning against the railing of his front porch. He pushed off of it and walked slowly towards Seth.

" You walked straight past me like if you didn't see me."

" I didn't." Seth looked down at the ground and hoped that the street lamp didn't cast too much light on his face.

" Oh. I just wanted to see you before you left for work."

Roman stepped closer and cupped Seth's chin and brought his face towards him. " Baby, were you crying?"

Seth shook his head. He couldn't let Roman find out what happened.

" Come on baby. Don't lie to me. I can see that you were."

He took the strap of Seth's bag off his shoulder and dropped it in the backseat of the Porsche. He placed an arm around Seth's waist and pulled him in. Seth was looking at the ground again.

" Seth?" He stroked Seth's cheek tenderly. " Did you and Dean have a fight again?"

He didn't answer. What could he say? If he told Roman what Dean said then the truth would be out in the open. He would lose Dean and Roman all in the same night.

He felt Roman pulling him against his chest. Seth's arms went around his neck and heaved out some big sobs. Everything just fucking hurt. He never meant to hurt Dean when he told him about being in love with Roman but looking back he could see that it was a terrible idea. But the nasty things that Dean had just said to him were ringing through his ears. He could've smelled the liquor on Dean's breath but it didn't mean that Dean didn't mean any of what he had said.

" It's going to be alright Seth." He stroked Seth's hair and kissed his forehead. He could feel the wetness from Seth's tears penetrating his t-shirt. Whatever they had a fight over had to have been pretty terrible for Seth to have reacted like this.

" He hates me." Seth choked out. He did not intend to cry like this in front of Roman but somehow it all came out when Roman held him.

" I don't think that he hates you." Roman said trying to comfort Seth. " Maybe he's just angry."

Seth pulled his face away from Roman's shoulder. It was smattered with tears and snot. " No. He hates me." He unzipped his bag and took out a small wash cloth and tried to clean up his face but he couldn't seem to stop the tears from falling. He balled up the cloth in frustration and flunged it into the backseat.

Roman was holding him again, kissing his temple. " It's going to be okay baby."

Eventually Seth pulled away again. " I have to go to work Romie."

" Are you sure that you want to?" Roman wasn't certain if Seth could hold it together for the rest of the night.

But the younger man nodded his head. " Yeah. I'll be okay."

" When you get back, you can stop by my apartment okay?" Roman figured that Seth would want to sleep with him tonight instead of in a hostile apartment with Dean.

Seth gave him a small smile. " Thanks Romie."

Roman watched as Seth got into his car and drove off. He couldn't help but to wonder what had happened between Seth and Dean.

Dean had just gotten out of the shower when he heard a loud knocking at the front door. He could feel a headache coming on and he didn't feel like dealing with anyone right now. He quickly towelled off his skin and secured the towel around his waist as he made his way to the door.

He was none too pleased when he opened the door and saw who was standing there. " What the fuck do you want?"

" What the fuck do I want?" Roman repeated stunned at Dean's blunt rudeness. " What the fuck is your problem?"

He walked into the apartment without waiting for an invitation from Dean. " Where the hell do you get off making Seth cry? He thinks that you hate him."

Dean closed the front door and turned around slowly to face Roman. " Well maybe I do."

Roman stared at him in disbelief. " What the hell did he ever do to you?"

Now that was a loaded question. Dean placed his hands on his hips, his fingers brushing against the towel. Here right now was the opportunity to tell Roman everything of what actually happened between him and Seth. He wondered how Roman would react if he told him that he and Seth had slept together.

" So is that why you're up here? Coming to your lover boy's defense?" Dean said in a mocking tone walking past Roman heading to his bedroom.

Roman followed him hot on his heels. He pushed Dean into the bedroom causing him to stumble. " You have stepped way over the line Dean Ambrose. You have absolutely no right to talk to Seth the way that you did. Tell me the truth Dean. Do you really hate him?" Roman's stance was wide, blocking the door. His arms crossed and his grey eyes were sharply focused on him.

Dean's heart was beating hard against his chest. He wanted to blurt out every thing. Let Roman hurt like him. Let him feel the betrayl of the trust that he had placed in him.

Dean sighed deeply and pushed his messy auburn hair off his forehead. " No I don't hate him."

He sat on the edge of the bed with his hands in his lap. Roman came and stood in front of him. " Then what the hell happened?"

" I just didn't want to hear about how in love the two of you are."

" Oh shit. He told you about that." Realization flowing through Roman's voice. He stooped in front of Dean and placed one hand on Dean's right knee. " I didn't mean for you to find out about it like that."

" Like how Rome? That I was nothing more than just a mindless fuck to you?" Dean could feel his body reacting to Roman's touch and he was trying to shake it off. Maybe if he could get Roman to back off he could get the feeling to go away.

Roman shook his head in denial. " No you weren't a mindless fuck to me Dean. How could you say that?" His thumb stroke the inner side of Dean's knee.

Dean felt his cock stirring and he hated the effect that Roman had on him. " Well I didn't see you any time afterwards volunteering to take me on a romantic walk on the beach."

Roman groaned. His hand accidentally knocking back a piece of the towel exposing Dean's right thigh. " You know that's not fair right?"

" What the hell is fair Roman? You making me think that there is something between us and then behind my back telling Seth that you love him. Is that fair Rome?" He felt as if he was caught in some sort of charade between the two men. Part of him wondered if they were both in on it and toying with him for their own amusement.

Roman lowered his head as he contemplated Dean's words. " I guess you're right Dean." He was on his knees in front Dean and moved between his thighs. " I honestly wasn't thinking about you when I admitted to Seth that I loved him."

Hearing Roman confirm his fears didn't give Dean the relief that he had hoped. Actually it only made him feel worse.

" I think you should go Rome," he said quietly.

" No Dean you need to listen." His hands went up to either side of Dean's waist and held him. " Look at me." Blue eyes fixed on grey. Breaths were slowed as they both took in each other's countenance.

" I do love Seth." Roman repeated. He saw Dean wince as he said it. He moved one of his hands up to Dean's face cradling his jaw. " He revealed to me parts of myself that I didn't even know existed. He helped me to get comfortable with these new feelings." He drew Dean's face closer to his. " So that I could do things like this." He kissed Dean soft and sweetly on the lips. " I would never have had the courage to do something like that before I met him."

Roman's eyes flickered over Dean's body noting how quiet he had become. He kissed Dean again. His mouth efficiently working over Dean's as their tongues greeted each other. He felt Dean's arm locking around his neck so he grasped Dean's hips and pulled him almost off the edge of the bed. The towel had come undone as Dean locked his legs around Roman's waist.

While still kissing Dean, his hands pulled the ends of the towel apart completely exposing Dean's lower half. He broke the kiss and looked down at Dean's hard shaft that was pointing directly up at him. His hands worked themselves underneath Dean's hips to hold his ass. He lifted Dean up and carried him to the middle of the bed dropping him on top of the pillows. This was the first time that Dean had been completely naked in front of him and he took his time taking in every single detail of Dean's body.

" Being with Seth helped me to appreciate the male body." Roman sucked the skin where Dean's right hip dent was. The receiver moaned and closed his eyes. Roman moved down to the area right above his dick and kissed and sucked at the tender flesh. Roman stopped and pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. Next he pulled down his gym shorts and they also joined the t-shirt on the floor.

Roman was now nude and Dean groaned when he saw how sexy and well built he was. " I take it back."

" Take what back?" Roman asked as his fingers closed around Dean's hard cock.

" I do hate Seth." He whimpered when Roman squeezed his manhood a bit too hard. " He gets to fuck you every night and I don't."

Roman loosened up his grip on Dean's cock when he explained himself. He chuckled. " Jealous much?" He leaned over Dean, his perfect features taunting the auburn haired man.

" Fuck yes." Roman's mouth was covering his own once again and their cocks rubbed against each other eliciting sweet friction that Dean loved to feel. Dean's legs locked around Roman's hips as their kiss got deeper. He was supposed to be yelling at the man and telling him off but instead they were rubbing cocks and he was reaching for the lube in his bedside table's drawer.

" Here." Roman took the tube and squirted the liquid on to his fingers and cock. He worked his fingers into Dean's tight hole stretching and preparing him for his cock. Dean couldn't believe that they were about to fuck again. This time in his bed instead of in the middle of the kitchen. Dean surged up and planted hot opened mouth kisses all over Roman's chest and lapped his tongue against a small bronze nipple which made Roman moan wantonly and started jackhammering his fingers in and out of Dean. His nerves were on fire as Roman fingered him. He wanted all of this man inside of him .

" Fuck Rome." Dean sucked on a hard muscular shoulder. " I want you now."

Roman lined himself up with Dean's entrance and started to push inside. Dean yelped. The edge of his teeth pressing against the skin on Roman's shoulder. He felt himself stretching and becoming full of Reigns. He was so thick and long, Dean wondered how his body was accomodating all of him.

" You're so fucking tight Dean." Roman groaned and kissed Dean's neck. He could feel his dick pulsing in Dean's hot, wet channel. Dean's knees were bent and pushed up to his chest as Roman pulled his cock almost all the way out and then plunged back into Dean. The sound of his balls smacking Dean's ass echoing all over the room as they fucked.

Dean started to stroke his own cock as Roman fucked him. It felt so damn good giving up control to Roman like this. Something about the man just commanded it and he couldn't help it. He wanted Roman to be in charge of his body. He would let Roman do whatever he wanted with him without question.

Roman was hitting his prostate and his cock was throbbing in his hand. " Uhhhh... you're fucking me so good Rome." His prostate got an extra hard jab and Dean was cumming. His seed running down the sides of his fingers. It felt as if his body was floating momentarily before falling back to earth. He clenched his ass muscles tightly around Roman's dick squeezing it. He wanted to see this beautiful man become undone.

Roman threw his head back. Strands of wavy black hair escaping his bun as he roared Dean's name as he came. His hot cum splashed Dean's inner walls as his release was milked from him by Dean's sweet ass. He collapsed on top of Dean trying to collect himself. He felt Dean kissing his forehead and all he could do was to kiss Dean's chest weakly as a reply.

Roman was soundly asleep in his own bed when the sensation of kisses on his back woke him up. He rolled over and opened his eyes and saw Seth lying in the bed next to him.

" Hey! You made it baby." He drew Seth up and kissed him lightly on the lips.

" Yeah." Seth kissed him back and held on to him. " I love you Romie."

" I love you too baby." Even in the darkness Roman could see that Seth was still upset.

" You okay Seth?"

Seth shook his head and cuddled against Roman's chest. Reigns' held him waiting until Seth was ready to speak. He figured that he was still upset about what happened between him and Dean.

" I want to quit stripping."

A/N: Happy Holidays!