A/N:

So…Jericho…just to drop that angle again…insert Ortona next….and forget about anykind of 3 vs 3 match by Smackdown, just to lead to HIAC Roman vs Bray…I don't like WWE Creative. Not. At. All.

Sorry for the wait, it has been kind of a weird week where I was tired a lot. To make it up to you, this chapter is a little longer…a little… ;)

The stats:

Seth Rollins: 1 | 2 | 1 | 3 | 5 | total: (12)

Roman Reigns: 1 | 1 | 3 | 6 | 3 | total: (14)

Nikki Bella: 1 | 3 | 2 | 4 | 1 | total: (11)

Renee Young: 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | total: (3)

Don't know yet/Not sure/someone else/all: 3 | 2 | 4 | 2 | 1 | total: (12)

On to the story…

Chapter 6 – Getting together

"Harder Dean. Harder."

Happily he obliged and pumped fast into the tight whole. His lover was a sight to behold while he fucked that snug hole hard from behind. He grabbed the long hair and pulled back the head until he could place a hard kiss on those skilled lips.

"Tell me what you want." he demanded.

"You. To come inside of me. I want you Dean. I want only you."

Those words send him over the edge and he came hard...

Dean woke up startled. He needed a moment to realize that his boxer briefs were wet and he cursed. He hadn't had a wet dream ever since he was 14 years old. God damn. This stupid affair really got into his head. It messed him up. Just today he had been so deep in thoughts that he almost went overboard because his leg got caught up in the net. Only Sami's quick reaction had saved his life and his leg.

Sami Callihan really was a good friend and a better fisherman. He was also a hard worker and Dean was glad the guy was on his crew. He timidly got out of bed. It was still early, only 5 am and he could sleep in because it was Sunday but he decided against it, simply discarding his boxers for a hot shower. It would do his leg some good as well because even though Sami had prevented anything bad from happening his hamstring was sore. And maybe a hot shower would wash away any thoughts of that dream but damn just thinking about it got him hard again...

And the prospect of seeing the person who starred in his wet dream later on sealed the deal for him as he grabbed his cock and started to pump it hard while he stood under the hot shower.

Dean got out of his car and walked to the front door with a significant limp only to read the sign that said everyone should came around the back.

Groaning he started the walk around the house and found his friends all there already. They stopped laughing about whatever they were laughing about and looked over at him concerned as he limped their way.

Seth and Nikki. Roman and Renee. He really felt like the odd fifth wheel if it wouldn't be for the one person whose concern was written more clearly in the eyes.

"Stop gawking. I got a little tied up on the boat yesterday."

"What happened?" Renee got up freeing her chair for him. She grabbed his arm and pushed him down into it before he had a chance to complain.

"My foot got caught up in the net and Sami kinda saved my life. Nothing big."

He waved his hand to dismiss the topic and suddenly felt Renee squeezing his arm which she still held onto. His blue eyes met her eerie brown-green ones and the concern was written all over her face.

"Don't say that Dean. We would have missed you." She sounded sincere but before Dean could reply Roman pushed a bottle of beer in his face.

"Here. Just kick back and relax." Dean grabbed the beer nodding his thanks silently while his eyes went to Seth who pushed over the chips so he wouldn't have to reach over the whole table.

"Guess that leaves me manning the grill later." Seth grinned and received a shove from Roman.

"My house, my grill. Stay away from it."

Dean watched the playful banter between the two and he couldn't help but lift his lips a little. Not really a smile but not the usual scowl either.

"You should smile more often." Deans face hardened immediately at Nikki's words and he looked at the brown haired vixen. He wondered how it had happened that he had warmed up to her at all after those years Seth was married to her. He had brought her home from college, just as Roman had with Renee, and Dean wondered every day why this classy woman chose to live in this small town. She was not the type. But what did he know.

"I have a reputation to live up to. So no smiles." he finally replied and leaned back silently watching his friends interact. He didn't need to put something into every conversation. He was a loner by heart so he enjoyed it simply spending time with these people he called his friends. Well, all accept one...

While Renee and Nikki discussed some new nail polish, yes he believed it was about nail polish, or lipstick, hell if he knew, and Roman and Seth argued about the meat Dean snuck into the house to take a piss. After washing his hands he made a detour into the kitchen. He opened the huge double sided fridge in search of something else than beer to drink. He was at his self-set limit with the one he had had and his leg was killing him and he lounged for some painkillers but they didn't agree with the alcohol so he had to switch to something else to sober up.

He could feel another presence in the kitchen and he didn't need to turn around to know whose arms encircled his waist and whose lips pressed a soft kiss onto his neck.

"Let me take care of you later Dean. You are hurting I can see that. Let me make you feel better baby. Please." The plea was hushed softly directly into his ear. He straightened from his position leaning into the fridge and the hands fell off of his waist.

"I am fine. Stop worrying."

"You are a hard man Dean Ambrose but we already established that you care about me as do I for you. Please meet me tonight. I can easily slip out with..." when a hand grabbed his groin and squeezed he turned around his eyes blazing.

"Stop it. Not here. Anyone can walk in at any time. Fine. I will meet you. 11 pm. Our usual place. Now stop looking at me like that."

Dean walked out of the kitchen his heart beating a mile a minute. He already anticipated tonight. Maybe he wanted to be taken care of for once instead of acting like the hard asshole he normally played during their meetings.

In a considerable better mood he joined his friends outside again, this time even grinning a little. Tonight couldn't come soon enough for him.

A/N: Oh. Who wants to take care of our injured fisherman? Who was bold enough to exchange intimacies with him at the get-together?