#seth is weak for his bratty dean

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It Started with Submission:  Chapter 2

finally wrote Chapter 2. again first chapter was supposed to be a one-shot but some people seemed to like it so here’s another chapter. i’m thinking of writing this into a 4 or 5 chapter series (hopefully) but i have an end in mind already so just pray i get this done

anyway here’s a link to chapter 1 to fully understand chapter 2

It Started with Submission

Chapter 1: Gym

Chapter 2: Showers

Chapter 3: Car

Chapter 2: Showers

Seth is not gonna do anything. There’s nothing to do, because there is nothing to do about. This was absolutely nothing. Nadda. None. Nothing has changed.

Seth is his same red-blooded straight male self. What happened was just a fluke. A stupid and misguided fluke engineered by Dean Ambrose himself.

But did he? Did he really? Seth would like to think that he knew the other man pretty well by now. He’s always been pretty creative at getting exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it. What he had done was on purpose. That’s as clear as day. But was it just for the win on some stupid bet in a gym in the middle of nowhere? Was it just so he didn’t have to do any driving for the next 20 hours? Was it just to prove a fucking point? Or was it-? No. It can’t be like he meant it. Even if he did mean anything by it, it wouldn’t matter.

He finally pushed himself off the mat. He fidgeted about as if his confusion was something he could physically shake off of him. It was the first time in a long time he’s felt uncomfortable in a ring, feeling like someone could be watching him. He made a move to check the gym before leaving for the shower. For some reason he felt like he was about to get caught for doing something he was not supposed to, which was ridiculous because nothing was happening, and nothing was going to happen, and yet Seth was stalling. What for? He shook off his anxieties one more time. Before he finally made his way out of the ring and headed for the locker room.

Seth liked women. Women with long dark hair, and pretty eyes, and pouty lips. That’s it. That’s all he’s ever wanted. He loved women. He’s only dated women. He’s only ever wanted to date women. Women with curves, soft tits, and shapely asses. That’s exactly what he wanted.

That was his last thought as he stepped into the shower and the only other man there was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his narrow hips.

“Took you long enough,” Dean spoke as he approached the other man. “Didn’t think I hit you in the head that hard.” He teased

The younger man was frozen on the spot, his body not fully knowing exactly what to do in this situation. Does he fight? Fly? Or fu-

Just as Seth thought the other man was coming towards him, he had moved barely to the right and turned to where Seth assumed were  the showers. But not before the Armenian felt a firm smack against his own ass.

“See you in there champ.” He mocked before leaving.

What the fuck is happening to him? Seth felt hot all over. Considering the shower only had two people in it, he hardly thinks it had anything to do with the actual environment. He walked towards his own locker and fumbled with his keys, losing whatever coordination he thought he still had.

Struggling with the damn lock for what felt like 5 minutes, Seth pathetically banged his head against it and did his best to calm himself down. He was sorely tempted to leave and go back to their hotel room all on his own, when he realized Dean held the keycard in his own locker. He’d be locked out without the other man.

This was just a shower. That’s it. Just do what you always do. Go in there. Get clean. Then get out. No need for anything else.

When he finally did get his locker unlocked, he made quick work on his own clothes and wrapped his own towel around himself and made his way to the shower. Plan was to use the stalls as far away from the other man as possible. He realized that plan was futile when the sound of the shower that he assumed Dean was using was that in the very first stall.

Who the hell uses the first stall when every other stall was available? What kind of gym has showers with no doors or curtain. What was this junior high? None of this made any real sense.

Seth breathed slowly and did his best to calm down. He’s been to gyms like these before. He’s been to showers like these before. He’s been in showers with a naked Dean Ambrose before. It’s was not a big deal. It’s no big deal. It really isn’t. It’s just Dean.

He turned the corner and the first thing his eyes focused on through the steam was Dean’s naked body. His back was turned. He had his head directly under the spray, his usual brown curls now dark. His stretched his neck from side to side, grunting with each move. His strong broad shoulders rolling outwards slowly. Freckles and scars spread over his defined back like a constellation. All that broadness, tapering into his nipped waist, always smaller then anyone would expect. Then it curved down to a shapely ass, just begging for a grab.

“That’ll cost you 10 bucks.” His gruff voice said out of nowhere.

“Huh?” Seth finally looks up and realized the other man had turned his head towards him with a grin on his face. “What?”

He only chuckled and proceeded to soap himself “If you’re gonna stare at me the whole damn time, you might as well pay me for it.” He laughs, and then made a move to turn his body towards Seth.

Seth was already stomping his way to the other end of the shower stalls. He was breathing angrily from being caught staring. It was his fault anyway for staring. Seth couldn’t help the nagging voice in the back of his head telling him he was way more pissed off at himself for staring than actually being caught.

He takes off his towel and gets into his own shower stall. He proceeded to wash the sweat and the grime of his workout.

Why the fuck was he staring anyway? He asked himself. It’s just Dean. It’s just Dean naked. It’s just Dean naked and wet. What’s there to stare at.

Seth scrubbed his scalp a little harder than he really should. It’s a bad habit he’s developed since a child. He always seems to go a little to aggressive with normal everyday movements, but even more so when he’s frustrated. Which confuses Seth, as he is not frustrated. He’s not. There’s absolutely no reason for him to be frustrated. None. And his dick just happens to be half hard for the exact same reason.

The brunette suddenly stopped. His fingers in mid scrub. The suds just on the verge of reaching his eyes, almost stinging them. But he couldn’t help it. He had heard something.

“Ugh…” a moan had bounced against he tiled walls of the gym showers.

Seth’s mind again whirling with confusion; He isn’t. Is he? He wouldn’t, but he really would.

Seth being absolutely sure there was no one else in the gym in the middle of the night, and even if he had thought there were other people. No one would be blatant enough to-

“Fuuuck!” an even louder moan echoed.

“You jacking off Ambrose?” Seth asked, wanting to sound more menacingly but realized his voice sort of wavered with worry. He hoped Dean didn’t notice.

“Hehe… You ain’t just a pretty face Seth.” he teased. “You got met.”

“For fucksake Dean!” Seth exclaimed as he then turned the shower on to rinse the shampoo out of his hair.

Stopping midway when he realized he didn’t really know what to do after that. He can’t stop showering now, he’s barely done. He can’t stop Ambrose now, coz he doubt he was done. If he tried then he’d risk seeing him-

“We’re in the fucking hotel gym Dean.” he yelled out.

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious.” He replied, followed by the unmistakable sound of slicked skin. “Besides, no one else is here.”

“Anyone could walk in.” Seth pointed out.

“Then someone else will owe me 10 bucks then.” He joked.

Seth was just about to reprimand him again when he heard Dean’s guttural voice moan deeper. He’d always envied Dean’s voice. He didn’t envy how a couple of packs of cigarettes a day had resulted in that, but Seth couldn’t deny Dean’s voice reminded Seth of concert speakers blast a hypnotic rhythmic base. A sound that made Seth’s own insides rumble with excitement. He’d always loved how that music seemed to pour under his skin like liquid electricity. It took Seth a night with jacking-ff Dean Ambrose in a secluded gym shower to make him make the comparison.

“Fuck.. harder…” Dean moaned.

Like a fucking order from the heavens, Seth’s dick twitched on command. He was so fucking tempted to groan in frustration, but he had bit his lip not wanting to give the other man the wrong idea. But knowing Dean, he was sure he already was thinking he’s doing the same.

So why not? The question flashed in Seth’s head, which he quickly shook off reminding himself of the list of reasons exactly why that was a bad idea; public showers, hotel gym, gym of the same hotel he was staying at with 30 or so other performers who occasionally have the same insomniac workout schedule as he and Dean.

A loud smack boomed through the shower walls. Seth didn’t need a clear head to realize what exactly that sound was. It was the unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh. Seth was suddenly flooded by the thought of a hand spanking Dean’s shapely ass. A tan and manly hand just like his hitting that soft flesh hard enough to make it pretty and pink. A hand print exactly the same shape as Seth’s hand, showing him and the world who that ass belonged to.

All of the sudden, Seth couldn’t get his hand wrapped around his cock fast enough. Just the thought of doing that to Dean made him so hard he just needed to touch himself. Strong and confident strokes milking himself. The thought of his hands on Dean morphed into the thought of Dean’s hands on him. The thought of Dean’s hand on his own cock. Then the thought of Dean’s big and calloused hand wrapped around Seth’s own cock. His mind clouded with the primal need to cum, other’s be damned if they walked in on them jacking off. Together.

The sudden halt of the sound of showers that were not his made Seth freeze. His hand still wrapped around his still incredibly hard cock. The shower making it almost unbearable. He braced himself for what was to come next.

“I’m done. Meet you outside princess.” Dean said as the sound of wet footsteps leaving the showers.

Leaving Seth. Leaving Seth alone and so fucking hard.

Dean had already made him tap.

Dean had already made him hard.

Dean had made him so frustratingly hard and then just fucking left.

Seth was so fucking screwed.

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