A/N: Hello! Since it’s Wrestlemania week, I thought I’d share an old wrestling slash fanfiction of mine for Fiction Friday. It’s PWP – Porn Without Plot / Plot? What Plot?, so don’t open on your computer at work. ?
The first part of this was written around early 2013, when I was actively writing fanfiction. At the time I was a big Dean fangirl and really into the Ambrollins – Dean Ambrose & Seth Rollins – ship. Part one was written as a prize for my good friend, Amanda. They gave me a song to set the writing mood – Depeche Mode’s I Feel You. It was a great choice and really helped build the scene in my head.
Part two was written as a response to Dean switching up his ring gear and sending his fans into a tizzy as a result. Other than combining into one doc and adding a few commas, this fic has not been changed from its original posting – so you can see a bit of what my earlier writing was like. I hope you enjoy!
Dean walked up the stairs to his third-floor apartment. The black flak jacket he carried in his hand was light, but it felt heavy. Heavy as the anger that pressed against the back of his eyes. He walked across the small apartment into his bedroom, following the sound of running water. The door to the bathroom was open, steam curling out to greet him in a thick mist. Dean yanked the shower curtain back. Seth shook the water from his face and looked over his shoulder at him.
“Where did you go?”
Seth arched a dark eyebrow. “All night?”
“Yes, all fucking night.”
Seth turned his back to the water but he kept washing himself. Dean’s eyes followed Seth’s hand as they rubbed the bar of soap across his chest, down his belly, and to his sex. He stayed there, washing slowly, bubbles rising and tangling in the dark thatch of curls. His long fingers dipped lower to cup the heavy sack that hung between his legs, washing that area just as slowly. Dean lifted his eyes back to Seth’s. “You’re clean enough. Get out of the goddamn shower so we can talk about this.”
But instead of turning around to face the shower head to rinse off, Seth arched his neck back, way back so that the water splashed into his face and ran down his chest and lower to rinse all the soap away. Dean turned his back on the display. He wasn’t going to let the delicious sight of a wet and naked Seth distract him.
Dean was sitting on the bed when Seth came out of the shower. He had a towel slung low around his hips, the golden tan of his skin a warm contrast to the stark white of the cotton. Dean threw the flak jacket at his feet, forcing him to stop. “I’m not wearing that.”
“Because it’s a stupid fucking idea. The storyline is stupid, the jackets are stupid and I don’t want any part of it.”
“Then why didn’t you say something in the meeting?”
Dean narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t give me a chance. You ran off at the mouth, agreeing with every goddamn thing they said.”
Seth gave a careless shrug of his shoulders. “Just forget it man. The vest isn’t that big a deal.”
“It’s a big deal to me.”
Seth kicked the vest out of the way and walked to the dresser over by the window. “No, it’s not. But you want to make it a big deal because you think you’re a big deal.”
“You heard me,” Seth said pulling a drawer open. “You’ve been buying into all that when is Dean Ambrose going to debut bullshit on the internet and now you think you should have some big introduction to McMahon’s Universe.”
Dean’s face flushed hot with anger and it got him back on his feet, propelling him across the room until he was just behind Seth. Grabbing his shoulder, he spun him around and slammed up against the wall next to the window. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“I said get over your fucking ego and take the opportunity. We’re going to be on RAW with the two highest profile Superstars. So what if you’re not in a solo feud?”
Seth was right. He had been expecting a big solo debut, but he didn’t like the way it made him come off when Seth said it out loud. So when Seth tried to push past him, he lashed out, slamming him into the wall again so violently that the window rattled.
Seth raised a brow at Dean’s actions. “Did I touch a nerve?”
Dean’s lip curled in disdain. “No. But I guess I can’t expect an empty-headed pretty boy like you to understand where I’m coming from.”
Now it was Seth’s turn to feel the heat of anger crawl up his neck onto his face. He pushed Dean back hard. “Get out of my face so I can get dressed.” He should have stayed calm. Because Dean immediately scented his anger and honed in on it, like a vicious dog after prey. Dean surged forward driving him back into the wall as their chests collided. His hand came up and gripped his hair so hard his scalp prickled with little pinpricks of pain as several strands were ripped free. Dean jerked his head back and when Seth heard the curtain rings rattle he realized Dean had a hold on the curtain as well.
“Oh. What’s this? Did I hurt your feelings, pretty boy?”
Seth narrowed his eyes against the pain as Dean’s hand tightened in his hair. “No. I’m just done with this bullshit conversation. Now move so I can get dressed.”
Dean’s expressive mouth curved in a sardonic smile. “You want to get dressed? Let me help you then.”
Seth sucked in a breath as Dean’s free hand softly brushed against his belly. He knew Dean was about to take off his towel, which normally he would have encouraged. But since Dean was being such an asshole, he didn’t want him to. Seth knocked his hand away. “Fuck off.”
Pushing away from the wall, he tried to twist out of Dean’s hold. But Dean held tight, yanking him around. The curtain was still tangled in Dean’s fist with his hair and it swung out wide from the wall while he fought to get free. As they battled, arms straining, fingers clawing, they became entwined in the curtain. Until with a low growl, Dean grabbed the dark material and ripped it free of the wall, letting go of his hair in the process. Sunshine flooded into the room washing over Dean. He stood there with his head canted low, his chest heaving as he stared at Seth. He tried not to be affected by that look. Or that voice as it came out soft and low, resonating with angry passion.
“Look what you made me do,” he said as he tossed the curtain to the floor.
Seth raised his chin, his heart racing. “Fuck you. I didn’t make you do anything.” He pulled off his towel, which miraculously had managed to stay knotted around his waist during their struggle. Their tussle had gotten his blood pumping, most of it flowing right down to his cock. He took a deep breath noting when Dean’s eyes dropped down to his erection. When they rose back to his, Seth slowly ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Then he tossed his hair back and turned to the dresser. But again, he was stopped before he could pull any clothes out. A firm hand closed over his wrist, another gripped his hip.
“You think you can make me forget about anything with this body of yours. You think you can get me to do whatever you want by showing me your beautiful cock. Is that it?”
Seth pushed his hips back against Dean, not at all surprised when he felt his hard erection nudging at his ass. “I don’t know. Can I?”
Dean hissed and pulled him away from the dresser over to the bed. He pushed him down and Seth allowed it, sprawling on his back across the comforter.
“Guess we’re about to find out,” Dean said as he knelt on the bed.
Seth smiled. “Take your clothes off.”
His mouth twisted in a smile of his own, Dean shook his head. “Nope. You do it, pretty boy.”
Seth sat up and reached for the hem of Dean’s dark t-shirt. He ripped it over his head roughly, purposely snagging a few strands of Dean’s hair as he did. Dean growled a warning but Seth just shrugged unapologetically. Then he pushed Dean onto his back and knelt at his side so that he could yank his shorts and boxers off. He might have accidentally on purpose scratched his nails down Dean’s legs in the process. But he didn’t stop. He pulled his shoes and socks off, throwing them across the room. Seth locked eyes with Dean. He wrapped his hand around his lover’s cock, pumping slowly. “Forget the vest.”
Dean didn’t acknowledge his statement. Instead he bent his arm back behind his head, his mouth pursed in a look of supreme arrogance. “Suck me.”
Seth lowered his head and took Dean’s hot, thick cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the broad head, making his lover shiver as he tickled the tip of his tongue against the sensitive underside. Seth sucked him fully, practically crawling over Dean’s lap as he did. The taste of Dean always made him yearn for more. He tasted spicy, full of heat and aggression. He wanted to lick him up, lick him all over until his mouth was filled with nothing but the taste of Dean’s skin.
Dean trailed a finger along his lips. Seth opened up and let him in, sucking both his cock and his finger at the same time. He knew what to expect when Dean pulled his finger free. His hand curved over his ass, smacking him once, making his cock pulse in reaction. His fingers slid in between his cheeks before one prodded against his entrance. Seth took his mouth from his lover, throwing his head back with a moan as that slick digit slipped inside him. But Dean didn’t penetrate him fully. He just stopped without saying anything. Seth looked at him in confusion, breathing hard, his cock aching.
“Keep sucking, pretty boy.”
Seth narrowed his eyes at his lover but he did as he was told. He took Dean back into his mouth, sucking him furiously. He slid his lips up and down that hard shaft over and over again, licking across the slit to savor his pre-cum on his tongue. Finally, Dean pushed his finger all the way inside him, pumping it in and out in a speed to match the rhythm of his mouth. Seth moaned again, but this time he did it around Dean’s cock. He knew the vibrations of the sound would drive his lover crazy and they did. Dean yanked on his hair.
“Get up here and ride me.”
Seth knocked his hand aside and straddled his hips. He reached behind him to grasp Dean’s shaft and guide it to his entrance. “Stop pulling on my goddamn hair.”
Dean just smirked. “Afraid I’ll mess up your pretty locks, pretty boy?”
He started to ease his way down onto Dean’s cock, blowing out a breath as the broad head made it past his entrance. “No. It fucking hurts.”
“Well I wouldn’t want to hurt you, now would I?” Then Dean clamped his hands onto his hips and yanked him down hard.
Seth hissed at that aching burn at being entered so quickly. But he immediately started to move. He didn’t mind that sweet pain. By the third time he’d lowered himself onto Dean’s cock the hurt had already started to morph into intense drugging pleasure, every nerve ending inside him stimulated. Seth stroked his hands up Dean’s chest, resting a palm over his heart. Even with all of their bullshit arguments, he still loved the moody complex man beneath him. Dean knew his mind and he knew his. Dean, not this shit apartment, was his home. And that was why he hadn’t let Dean get in a word to say no to Creative’s suggestion.
He kept going, riding the thick cock that stretched him so deliciously. He brought his hips down harder and faster, loving the tingle that sparked through him each time Dean’s shaft tapped that bundle of pleasure deep inside him. Seth looked at Dean, saw his eyes tight and narrow with tension, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Seth smiled at him and bent down so that his hair fell in a curtain around them both. He kissed him lightly, telling him in a soft voice, “It’s just a vest.”
Dean lightly gripped his wrists. His eyes and his voice were full of emotion as he spoke. “Seth…”
Seth rose back up and slowed his rhythm thinking that this time Dean was going to say it. But instead he pulled him down to his chest again before rolling them over so that he was on top. He tangled his fingers in his hair gently this time and began thrusting inside him. He raised his knees and spread himself wide for Dean, letting him know without words that he was his to do with however he chose.
Dean looked into Seth’s eyes. The morning sunlight turned their dark brown into a beautiful gold. Golden as the gates of heaven that he knew he’d never be allowed to pass through. Not with all the shit he’d done. But that was okay. Right here with Seth, inside Seth, was his heaven. But he was an asshole. He knew what Seth wanted him to say. It was just … those words didn’t come easy to him. So even though he felt them, felt them with every breath he took, every breath Seth took, he didn’t say them. He just buried his face in the warm skin of Seth’s neck increasing the pace of his hips as he pushed into his lover. Seth’s nails scratched down his back, deep enough that he knew he’d drawn blood. But he didn’t say anything. He’d felt Seth’s disappointment at his silence and knew that pain was his penance.
To make up for it in whatever small way that he could, he reached down and fisted Seth’s cock. He stroked and squeezed him just the way he knew Seth liked as he continued to ride between his open thighs. Dean sucked on his neck lightly, pumping his hips and his hand faster and faster until Seth was trembling, his legs gripping his sides firmly, his channel fluttering and clenching on his cock. Dean sank into him deep and hard, striking his spot of bliss over and over.
Seth gasped, “I’m coming!”
Dean rested his lips against his lover’s ear to whisper, “You are. I feel you.” Dean reached for his hand, tangling their fingers together, squeezing tight. He deepened his strokes, fiercely pushing into his lover as he felt Seth’s tight ass gripping his cock as he came. His lover’s release spilled into his hand and he continued to pump him, spreading that hot silky liquid all along the throbbing shaft in his fist. Seth called his name in a needy questioning tone. Dean knew what he wanted. He wanted to feel the heat of his release deep inside him. He sped up his pace, thrusting into his lover fast, the friction of that tight ass on his cock drawing forth what Seth wanted. His belly clenched and he lost his rhythm, his hips jerking into Seth’s wildly as his balls drew up hard and he went rigid in that final sweet tension before release. Seth’s name was ripped from his throat in a guttural shout as his cock pulsed again and again, pouring everything he had, everything he was into the man who held his soul.
“This way we stay together.”
“They wanted a trio for this. If you’d said no after I’d already said yes we would have been separated. And there’s no way they would have accepted me changing my mind. They would have chosen someone else to call up for the group and they aren’t interested in bringing in any solo talent right now. I saw it in your face that you were about to say no and I couldn’t let you.”
Dean didn’t say anything. He just pulled Seth tighter against his body, wrapping his arms and a leg around his slender frame. They lay there entwined as the morning sunshine cast its warm loving glow over them both. He looked at the window, noting the curtain rod hanging haphazardly from his earlier fury. At least there was more light in the room now. Seth always loved the light. He brushed his lips over Seth’s hair, now dried into silky curls. “You’re right. It’s just a vest.”
Several Months Later
Seth walked to the locker room he was sharing with Dean and Roman that night. Roman was off for the next hour or so doing a phone interview for a radio station. He pushed open the door, not surprised to hear Dean moving around in there. Dean didn’t really care for interviews or mixing with the rest of the roster so he was often in their locker room until it was time for the show.
When Seth saw Dean, he came to an abrupt halt. He was already in his Shield gear. Well, most of it. Black boots were laced up his ankles, the cargo pants tucked into them slightly loose but tight enough to show off his ass. But he didn’t have on the white t-shirt and vest he’d been wearing the past few weeks. Instead he had on a sleek, form-fitting black top. It outlined beautifully the hard muscles of his chest and the roughly elegant curve of his back.
“Where’s your vest?”
Dean turned and looked at him. “Gone. It served its purpose.” He arched a brow. “No complaints?”
Seth shook his head, practically struck dumb with how hot Dean looked in that shirt. Dean’s mouth curled up in a wicked grin like he knew what he was thinking. He crooked a finger at him. Seth obeyed, walking over to him like a moth drawn to a flame, knowing he would get burned but craving the heat anyway. When he reached Dean he stopped, taking in the subtle sheen of the material over Dean’s chest.
“Did I ever say thank you?”
Seth looked up at Dean. “For what?”
“For making sure I kept my mouth shut so I’d get this gig.”
Seth shook his head. “No, I don’t think you did.”
Dean smiled, his blue eyes sparkling. “How rude. Why do you even put up with me?”
Seth shrugged, his gaze dropping again to that shirt.
Dean ran a hand over his stomach. “You like this?”
Seth looked at Dean again with a laugh. “Yeah. It’s better than pretty much all of your other fashion choices. But why the switch?”
“It’s hot wrestling in that fucking vest.”
“You’re sure this isn’t because you just have to find a way to be different?”
“Maybe.” His voice lowered, his hand moving up to rub over his chest. “You wanna touch it?” Without waiting for him to answer Dean grabbed his hand, pulling it just within reach of his body.
Seth resisted. He wasn’t touching him yet, but he could feel the heat from his body warming his fingertips. “I didn’t lock the door behind me,” he whispered.
Seth swallowed hard. He knew Dean was challenging him and that he didn’t have to give in. But he did, just like he always did. Somehow Dean always got him to go along with what he wanted. He slid his fingers over his flat abs, the shirt silky to the touch. He continued up his torso until he reached the protective padding over his chest and pressed down. It was soft and he noted there was a slit there. He slipped his hand into the opening. “I’m assuming you’re not gonna carry a gun down to the ring. So, what are you gonna put in here?”
Dean snorted a laugh. “Cigarettes and Tootsie Rolls.”
Seth laughed and dropped to his knees ready to open Dean’s pants. But Dean crooked two fingers at him, signaling him to get up. Seth got back to his feet, slightly confused.
“I’m thanking you, remember?”
Dean slid his fingers into his hair pulling him in close for a kiss. When their lips met Seth welcomed the addictive taste of Dean in his mouth. But this kiss wasn’t like usual. Dean didn’t take control. Instead he darted his tongue against his with teasing licks then retreated, making Seth chase after him. Seth caught on quick. He wrapped his arms around the solid strength of Dean’s torso and stroked his hands up and down his back. His palms slid easily over the slick material of his new shirt. Dean turned in his arms so that his back was to him. Seth’s heart rate instantly shot up. He hadn’t been sure Dean was going to allow it, but now... His fingers were clumsy as he worked open Dean’s belt and pants.
“You sure? I could write you a thank you card instead if that’d be better.”
“Shit no! Just uh…”
Seth cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed. “Yeah.”
Dean laughed softly, pushing his hand out of the way to get the zipper down and slide his pants and underwear down over his hips. Seth’s gaze was immediately caught by the firmness of his ass and his strong thighs. Dean was lighter than him. But with his tan, his skin had a warm glow that held his attention and made him reach out to touch. Dean had stopped shaving since they wrestled in pants every night. The light dusting of hair on his thighs was soft to the touch as he ran his fingers over them.
Dean looked at him over his shoulder. “Seth?”
“You might want to get some lube or something. It’s been awhile since I’ve done this. I might be kinda tight.”
Seth groaned. He hurriedly dug through a bag until he came up with some baby oil. He unzipped his pants and poured some of the oil over his shaft. But before he went any further he looked back over his shoulder. “I really should go lock that door.”
Dean shook his head. “Now or never, Seth.”
Seth cursed and pushed slowly into Dean. His heart pounded harder and harder with every inch that slipped into Dean’s tight ass. When he was all the way in, he dropped his forehead onto his lover’s shoulder. Dean didn’t let him do this often which made it all the better. He was so hot, his ass gripping his cock so tight he was ready to lose it already. But he didn’t. He held on because he wanted to savor it. To fuck Dean good, not blow his load in the first minute like a pimpled teen with his first shot at pussy. But Dean braced his hands on the locker in front of him and pushed back hard against him.
“Have I ever given you any reason to think I’m a patient man?”
Seth groaned a curse but he took the hint. He pulled back then thrust back inside Dean hard, making their bodies slam together. Dean looked at him over his shoulder.
“That’s it, Seth, fuck me like you mean it. Like I know you’ve been wanting to do. Cuz you never know when or if I’ll let you fuck me again.”
Seth’s curse was much harsher that time. He loved the way Dean took him nearly every night. Fucking him from behind in the showers at arenas. While he was on his back in a hotel bed. Or in his lap in the back of a rental car. Seth loved all of it. But Dean was right. There was always a part of him that wanted the chance to be inside Dean. And now that he was, he planned to take full advantage of it.
He started to grip Dean by his hips to hold him steady as he stroked into him with a furious pace. But he changed his mind and slid his hands back up Dean’s torso and gripped that slick new shirt in his fists. He pulled Dean close against him, holding on tight to the soft material. Seth heard Dean’s husky laugh and his encouraging whispers. Dean reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked hard. Seth just barely kept from shouting. It hurt, but it also made him wild.
He licked up Dean’s neck until he reached his ear. He bit down hard, holding the flesh in his mouth, his breath harshly blowing against Dean’s skin as he fucked him hard and fast. Their bodies slapped together, Dean rocking back and forth from the strength of his thrusts until Seth pressed him up against the locker to hold him still. But Dean pushed back, putting some space between the locker and his front.
“Don’t be selfish, Seth. I need to get myself off.”
Seth watched Dean’s arm moving as he gripped his cock and jacked himself off. He let go of Dean’s ear but kept his grip on the shirt. He was sweaty and his skin tingled and the smell of sex filled the locker room. His balls were throbbing, the hold Dean’s ass had on his cock just as tight as the one Dean still had on his hair. As much as he wanted to make this last he couldn’t. His cock was pulsing with the urge to come, the feeling rising in him with every thrust into the deliciously snug heat that gripped him so well. And he hadn’t locked that door. Someone could open it at any moment. The risk they were taking gave him a dangerous thrill. Dean had known he wouldn’t be able to resist it.
He put his mouth back on Dean and bit him on the shoulder, tasting the fibers of the shirt on his tongue. Dean cursed, his hips jerking back against him. He was coming, his ass clenching and squeezing Seth’s cock. And Seth went with him. He pushed in hard and let go. His orgasm shot up from the heavy weight of his balls, making his cock pulse again and again as he emptied deep into his lover. Seth tried to stay quiet, tried to muffle his groan against the hard muscle and soft shirt still in his mouth. He didn’t know if he was successful. And he didn’t care.
When Seth was done, he collapsed against Dean, his mind blank to everything but the pounding of his heart and the way Dean’s ass was still clenching on his shaft. He suspected Dean was doing it on purpose. He eased some of his weight off of him but didn’t pull out just yet. Dean again craned his neck to look over his shoulder. His face was flushed and sweaty but his eyes still had that teasing gleam, only slightly hidden by the hair falling over them.
“Thank you, Seth,” Dean said with a smile.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Seth had forgotten the reason this had all started. “You’re welcome.”
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this look back to my fanfic days. If you'd like to read my published original fiction wrestling romances, Showing Him the Ropes and In His Corner are on sale for .99 each. Happy Wrestlemania!
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