A/N: The votes so far
Seth Rollins: 1 | 2 | 1 | total: (4)
Roman Reigns: 1 | 1 | 3 |total: (5)
Nikki Bella: 1 | 3 | 2 | total: (6)
Renee Young: 1 | 1 | 1 | total: (3)
Don't know yet/Not sure/someone else/all: 3 | 2 | 4 | total: (9)
I am so happy you all play along. Love your speculations! Keep them coming!
Chapter 4 Dean & his affair
He shouldn't be here. He was exhausted after he had tried to brush his thoughts aside by working hard today. He shouldn't be here because people would stare at him. He shouldn't be here because he could...
Dean took another drag of his cigarette when he saw a figure walking down the dark alley behind Regal. Regal was the most popular bar in town and it was buzzing every night. It was the only bar in town so it shouldn't be such a surprise it was popular among the locals but it was a pretty decent place to grab a beer so the buzz well deserved.
Dean didn't come here often though. His father had been a mean drunk and after a brawl that ended deadly for his old man Dean stayed away from alcohol most of the time. Just every now and then he stopped by to have a drink. And people would look at him funny the whole time waiting for him to turn into his father. It was ridiculous. He never had more than one beer. He never got into a fight and he knew when to go home. Well, most of the time he knew when to go home. Not that night Roman and him had ended up in jail after starting a brawl at Regal and certainly not tonight. Tonight he had craved this meeting even if he would never admit that out loud.
Dean flipped the cigarette away as the figure stopped before him.
"You shouldn't be here." he growled instead of voicing his real feelings. It was easier to push away than to embrace. Easier to scowl than to smile so wide that his dimples would appear on his face. Fucking dimples. He hated them. They made him look cute. They made the person in front of him look at him all soft and heartily.
"I know why you treat me like shit." a voice sounded, carefully neutral pulling him away from his thoughts.
Dean raised his eyebrows. "Oh yeah? Please enlighten me."
His tone was mocking. Daring. He couldn't figure out himself most of the time, so who else could do it?
"Because you care. You are not the asshole people make you out to be and you care about me and my marriage and you try to push me away when we both know that we should be together."
Dean huffed and laughed humorlessly.
"Don't be stupid. You are a good lay every now and again and that's it. I don't care about you."
"I bet you do."
Dean saw the person going down and in the process his fly was opened and his already half erect cock was taken between a pair of firm lips. He growled and couldn't help the instant reaction those lips had on him.
But damn. He did care. Normally he would give a shit about who saw him getting a blow job in a filthy alley but said filth was exactly the problem. No one should kneel in that dirt.
His hands grabbed long hair and he pulled at it until the lips came off of his cook and the owner of the hair had to get up from kneeing on the dirty ground in order to stop the painful tug on the hair.
Dean wrapped the hair around his hand once and pulled those lips to his, tasting himself on them. Intoxicating. Forbidden.
"You are stupid." he growled not really sure if he meant himself or his kissing partner.
"Maybe we are both stupid. Me for coming back to you time and time again and you for lying to yourself."
The person turned around and walked away and Dean watched the figure turn around the corner before he put his dick back into his pants. It was really a stupid idea coming here because now he sported a serious hard on that pressed painfully against his jeans and he had to deal with even more thoughts that would keep him up at night.
Cursing under his breath he made his way back to his car and drove home, back to his lonely apartment. He cared. Too damn much about his affair…
A/N:
So what did we learn?
Dean cares. His affair is on to that. And his affair has long hair. ;)