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“What the fuck?” Seth yells from down the hall. “Why do you have a bathtub?”
Dean cuts strawberries haphazardly and sets them on top of a bowl of Cheerios. “It was here when I showed up…?” He calls back, biting the meat of a strawberry off the stem and discarding it. “Do I look like I know how to remodel a bathroom?”
“Kinda,” Seth gripes. “Maybe. I don’t have one… Why would they put a bathtub on the second floor, but not the first? This is bullshit. I’m moving in.”
Dean nearly slices through one of his fingers.
“You want a bath?” There’s a beat of silence, and then he hears the tap turn on full blast on response.
Dean laughs. Seth’s making himself comfortable. He’s still here, and he’s not even in a hurry to leave. That’s… progress. He’s trying to stay calm and enjoy his… house guest? Dean’s too anxious to use a more familiar word than that, even inside his own head.
He’s there before Seth’s finished filling the tub, two bowls of cheerios with spoons sticking out of them in his hands. The bathtub and shower are set back into the wall, like a little alcove, and Seth is apparently planning to boil himself in it. Steam rises from the surface of the water. Seth leans against the far wall, hair wet once again, his face all relaxed and flushed.
“How hot did you run this?” Dean hands off one of the bowls and holds his hand near the faucet, which is just about scalding. He switches the tap to the left and tops off Seth’s boiling bath with a little cool water. “You’re gonna cook in here.”
“But it feels good…” Seth groans, satisfied, catlike.
“You’re pretty when you’re sore,” Dean whistles, openly staring. Seth’s so… pink and wet. “How bad are your abs?”
“You just bent me around like we were doing yoga and blew my back out.” He cracks his neck to either side and takes a bite of cheerios and strawberry shards. “They’re… complaining.”
“You weren’t.”
“We were having a very different conversation at the time. Yours probably hurt, too.” He looks Dean over. "Get in with me.”
Dean was hoping they might be headed in that direction. He abandons the boxers he only put on to get Seth breakfast and climbs in behind him, leaning back against the shiny white tile. They stay there in comfortable science, bodies resting against each other, while they eat breakfast in the bathtub. “This… is definitely one of the most interesting dates I've ever been on.
Seth settles in front of him, digging in. “Is this a date…?”
“What would you call it?”
Seth shrugs. “I don’t know what to call any of this, to be honest with you.” He puts his empty bowl in Dean’s already-outstretched hand.
“Well…” Dean sets the dishes down on the floor and runs his hands over Seth’s lower back, poking around with his fingers, looking for knots. “Dunno. Dates are a test, right?” He pushes in deep with his thumbs. “I think we’re doing okay, so far, considering… who we are.”
Seth lets out a pleased groan. He lets his head tilt back. “God, your hands… I’m…”
Dean watches Seth’s body move, admiring the little red glow he’s getting around the edges. “I wasn’t being cute earlier. You're beautiful when you're sore…” Look at him wiggle… He digs his fingers in a little harder. “Feels good to know I got you like this.”
“Got me?” He folds in half and stretches forward, groaning, giving Dean more back to rub. “You’re taking a whole lot of credit, all of a sudden.”
“Everything you’re groaning about this morning is my fault.” He reaches for the tattoo between Seth’s shoulders, drags his fingers over it. He’d meant to touch it more while he was fucking Seth this morning, meant to get his tongue on it, but there was so much to do. All in good time. “But you make such cute, whiny noises whenever I touch you. My neighbors might hate me after today… Not sure whose fault that really is.”
“Something tells me you’re into that,” Seth says, probably with a cunty little smirk. Dean can see it in his mind. “You’d like it if someone heard…” Dean leans down and kisses the back of his neck. Seth shivers in the hot water.
Dean keeps kissing him in the same spot, his tongue curling and moving against Seth’s soft skin. It’s so strange and specific and intimate, but it feels right. Feels obvious. Seth shudders and whimpers quietly.
“Feel good?”
“Mm… Yeah….” He keens up into Dean’s touch, eyes shut. “I hate it.”
Dean marvels at him for a moment, just taking him in. What the fuck is wrong with him? He grins. “Tell me you hate it again and I'll make it worse.”
“I hate it. I hate that you just showed up and immediately got under my skin.”
“Oh, yeah, you sound miserable.” He rubs Seth’s shoulders. “Think you can do me a favor and get over it, though? I think this is important.”
Seth looks back at him, staring for a moment. “…Hold on a second.” He lifts the plug on the drain a little, letting out about a third of the water.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t wanna get water on the floor.” Seth plugs the drain again and turns around, straddling Dean’s lap in the bathtub. There’s barely enough room— Dean wraps his arms around Seth and pulls him in until they’re flush against each other, kissing in a rush again. Too easy, Dean thinks, already too easy.
Dean breaks away—he’s so warm to the touch, restless in Dean’s lap, arms wrapped around Dean’s neck—and presses his face into Seth’s chest, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses against the pink skin there, watching each spot fade from white back to the flushed shade of the rest of his body. Seth rewards him with quick, electrified little gasps and whines and wet fingers sliding up the back of his neck and into his hair, grinding down into Dean’s lap, and the pretty, throaty sounds he makes—he went for this himself, he let the water out, he wanted Dean and did something about it—have Dean’s head spinning. “Please…” Seth’s dick is pinned against Dean’s stomach; he bucks his hips unabashedly.
God, Seth really is trying to kill him. Dean grabs handfuls of Seth’s body and squeezes, trying not to bruise or break, just—commit it to memory, understand how Seth feels between every single one of his own fingers, then maybe between his teeth—just have as much as he can without tasting, without consuming. “What do you want?”
“Wanna ride you,” Seth whines, “please.”
“Yeah?” They pant lightly against each other’s mouths. “Right here?”
“Mmhmm…” he pulls Dean’s hand down onto his lower back. “Said please.”
“Needy,” Dean remarks, pushing up against Seth’s hole with his finger, watching him squirm, biting onto his shoulder.
“Hurry up…”
“Why should I?” He grabs Seth’s wet hair and licks up the side of his neck, pulling him in, keeping them flush together.
“Because I’m still here,” Seth purrs. Brat. “Because I stayed, and now I’m not going anywhere…”
“You want a treat just for that?”
“I want you inside me again,” he’s getting antsy. “I think you’re going to make my life different… and I want to ride your dick.”
He’s out of his damn mind. Dean runs his tongue along his teeth, watching the man in his lap fidget. He’s mesmerizing, even when he’s annoyed. Especially when he’s annoyed. “Wow, doll, you’re giving me butterflies right now."
Seth rolls his eyes and huffs. He rests his forehead against Dean’s and glares at him. “Fuck me in this bathtub right now and I’ll move in.”
A little laugh bubbles up out of Dean’s chest before he’s even fully processed what Seth just said to him. Seth doesn’t laugh, doesn’t smile. He just holds intense, determined eye contact. Dean shakes his head, incredulous. “You’re not this crazy. Wasn’t that the whole point of you, that you’re not the crazy one? No way I got this lucky.”
Seth just stares down at him, hair dripping, with the nerve to look irritated. It’s a game, though, Dean can tell; Seth is looking at him the same way he does when they’re about to lock up, playful and ready to pop. Dean suspects there’s no version of Seth more sincere than that. They’re playing, but they’re not. Never were. Dean grins, if only to show Seth his teeth. “Fuck… you are, aren’t you? You just keep going, huh? All the time— “
“This offer is valid for the next ten seconds.”
Dean blinks. “…Ten?”
“Nine.”
“Holy shit, you’re counting. This is amazing.”
Seth cocks an eyebrow. “Eight… Seven.”
“You’re out of your damn mind if you think I'm gonna—"
“Six.”
“You can count down to one. You’re gonna look so damn stupid when I don’t—”
Seth bites his neck and rolls his hips down, resolve unaffected. “Hmm. Five.”
Dean groans. He’s way too good at this. He clenches his teeth. “Jesus Christ.”
“Damn,” Seth pouts, “You really don’t want me around all the time. That’s normal, I guess, after all. It’s been, what… eight hours? I’ll try not to cry when I get out of the bath… Four.”
This is a game. A stupid one. “Oh, god damn it, I’m gonna have to live with you, aren’t I?”
“Guess we’ll see,” Seth drags his fingers up and down along Dean’s cock under the warm water, not quite gripping, not quite stroking. “Three.”
“You gonna be this needy all the time?” Dean growls. “God, please tell me you will.”
“Promise,” Dean watches Seth smile, watches his eyes sparkle the second he’s sure he’s about to get what he wants. He swears Seth’s dick twitches against his abs— he hisses out a breath. “But none of this is real unless you start touching me in two…”
“Fine,” Dean’s not about to let him win. They’re bluffing at each other, they both know that—Dean’s not sure how he knows, but he does—it feels like they’ve been doing it for years. Not even a day. He stops teasing and sinks two fingers into Seth, down to the knuckle. “Fuuuuck you.”
Seth pants, eyes fluttering, and Dean’s never seen someone look more pleased with themselves. Seth starts moving, fucking himself open on Dean’s hand. It’s a twinge of something suddenly, anxiously starving, something that lets him know in no uncertain terms he’s going to be chasing the sounds, the faces, the little movements he can pull out of Seth like a high, probably for a long time, hopefully for a very long fucking time. He wants Seth to demand things of him, wants to be a hit of selfish satisfaction for him. He lets Seth ride, speechless, hungry, heart pounding. “Ready?” He says quietly, mesmerized, lining his cock up with Seth’s twitching body.
“Yes,” He sinks down slowly, splitting himself open on Dean’s cock with a spiky little hiss. “God…”
Fuck. Dean can’t help pulling him in, kissing his neck. “You’re the worst.”
“You love it.”
“Shut up. Take what you asked for.” Dean squeezes the back of his neck, watching his jaw go slack and his cheeks flush even redder, and fucks up into him, pulling out a lovely little groan.
Seth’s open mouth curls up into a smile. This must really be his element, being a gorgeous, infuriating little shit. The guilty spell from this morning must have been a one-off. He’s clearly over it.
He’s happy.
He looks happy— he holds eye contact with Dean, rolling his hips gracefully. His eyes are half-lidded and he lets his fingernails dig into Dean’s skin. "Dean..."
“That, again," He pulls Seth even further down on his cock. "Need to hear my name out of your mouth.”
“Fuck… me… aaahhhh, Dean, please, fuck…” So much for anonymous, loud, obnoxious sex. Seth barely ever said his name at all before last night... It’s overwhelming to hear him scream it. Dean can’t believe how good it sounds, how good it feels— Some distant part of Dean’s brain says ‘ring rat’. He almost giggles. Which of them would that be, exactly? He starts fucking up into Seth again, spurred on by the nails in his flesh and the spectacle in his lap.
“Dean—" Seth lurches forward. He whines out of nowhere, and Dean worries he’s hurt— but he’s just coming between them, hard, gritting his teeth as an orgasm rips through him, almost like it’s painful.
“…oh my god. Oh my—" Dean is dumbstruck at the sight of him, gorgeous and wrecked, cumming over his own stomach. He snaps back out of it and kisses him all over, stroking his hair, trying his best to soothe him. “You’re alright, it’s alright, you’re okay… slow, just... holy shit…”
It’s incredible. Seth slumps forward against Dean, whimpering. He’s still making worried, fucked-out sounds, and his cock is still twitching, still leaking against Dean’s stomach. Dean groans. “Mm, pretty little noises while you cum on my cock. Got you, got you good. You’re mine now, sweet thing. Are you down bad now, huh? You’d better be… You wanna be my boyfriend?” He rolls his hips up slow, burying his cock even deeper inside Seth, biting his ear. Seth shudders. “You wanna get married, Seth? You wanna have babies—"
Seth clenches around him and kisses him, catching him off guard, shutting him up. He keeps riding Dean’s cock, slowly, gently. He’s still shaking a little when he pulls back to lock eyes again, leaning in and biting his lip hungrily, and rides Dean until he cums, hissing.
Eventually he comes to rest and Dean kisses his face and just… holds him there. They pant against each other for a long time. It’s peaceful, hazy, warm… Too much, perfect.
“How much longer do I have to wait before I get to live with you?” Seth lets out a choked sob and grinds his hips down. God, he just keeps going.
“I did say that, didn’t I?” He pauses and tenses a little. They both do.
“Do you… actually want it?”
“…I probably shouldn’t, right?”
“Probably not. You don’t even like me.” Dean grins. They laugh, bumping their foreheads together. “We shouldn’t… rush… right?”
“I… don’t care,” Seth says flatly. “I want this. I’ll wait, so no one thinks we’ve totally lost our minds… but… I want it on the record.”
“This is ridiculous,” Dean chuckles. “I’m putting a ring on it. We have so much to talk about. When do you feel like having those babies?”
“I’m gonna kill you.” Seth buries his face in Dean’s chest with a groan. He tries to move and winces instantly. “And don’t worry, I think you just got me pregnant, so we’re on the way.”
Dean laughs even harder than before. “Damn. Yeah, I really did a number on you, huh?”
Seth nods, sighing happily. “Mhmm. Dickhead. Can you call Regal? Tell him I’m with child and I’ll be out for a year? Oh, and that I’m moving into your apartment. But just for the bathtub. Nothing unprofessional at all.”
“Yeah, sure, I can do that. You don’t wanna go into the office together? It’ll be cute. We can hold hands.”
Seth laughs, then stops abruptly and sits up a little. He’s doing some kind of furious mental math again. “Does Regal always stay late on TV days?”
“Yeah,” Dean holds his waist, rubbing his lower back. “He does paperwork in his office—”
Oh. Realization is dawning. Seth’s red again, not from the bath. Regal was right next door while they fucked on the locker room floor.
“Holy shit,” he cackles into Seth’s shoulder. “You were so loud… Old bastard owes us a thank-you note. He saw us before, I’m sure he wasn’t surprised. I told you; he gets off on us together, remember? Trust me on that. He’s probably thrilled.”
“Oh my god…” Seth groans and buries his face in Dean’s neck. “I know… He’s seen me naked, but… holy shit, why is this so much worse?”
Dean blinks, processing. “He what?”
Seth waves a hand dismissively, as if he hadn’t just said some wild shit. “It was nothing,” he says casually, “Part of when I got hired. He never touched me.” Dean raises an eyebrow. “We weren’t even alone. Dusty was...” he trails off, realizing what he just admitted, and his ears go pink.
Dean’s jaw drops. “The Dream and Regal? Oh my god,” he grins and holds Seth’s face up so he can watch him blush. “What kind of fucking backroom deal do you have, exactly?”
“Look—they asked me about when I did Cyberfights, and—we’re getting off-topic, here.”
“We definitely are. Oh my god, okay, just one more: how on earth did they manage to keep their hands off you?” Dean laughs. “Was Dusty at least impressed?”
“Dunno. They just looked and talked.” Seth snorts, annoyed. “I’m the champ now, aren’t I? Guess they were impressed enough.”
“You little showoff. How did you feel? When they just… looked you over like that?”
Seth considers for a minute. “…Pretty.”
Dean stares at him, a little surprised. “And how about now?”
Seth looks at Dean and considers again. “Kinda… I don’t know. Important?” His eyebrows draw together. “Wanted.”
Dean pulls him in a little tighter. “And what if I look at you… like this?”
Seth rolls his eyes. “In danger.”
“Yeah… your instincts were right all along.” Dean wraps his arms tightly around him and leans in. “You’re in danger of me never letting you out of here. I’m keeping you all to myself.”
Seth laughs and kisses the side of Dean’s head. “I’m gonna fuckin' throw up.”
“Do it. Do it right now and I swear to god I’ll just kiss you anyway.”
“Ugh… You’re so gross.” Seth wrinkles his nose. “We came in here to get clean, remember? Let’s do that.”
“Yeah…” Dean looks him over again, all flustered and dirty and glowing. “Let’s do that.”