50 Shades of Ambrollins, Chapter 1

                                                             50 Shades of Ambrollins

                                                                        Chapter 1

     There was no getting around it: Dean was pent up. For the better part of the past week, his cock had been perpetually at half-mast. It was a lot tougher to get laid out on the road than he thought it would be, and he wasn't prepared to have to work so hard to get his rocks off. It had never been very hard for him before, but the near constant travel he had to do for work made him feel like he didn't have a home base from which to operate. He hated living out of hotel rooms. Plus, he hated to admit it, but he was kind of lazy. Most nights he could just jerk off and be done with it, but recently his dick had decided it wasn't satisfied with the familiar embrace of his hand and wanted to be shoved into a tighter hole than his lubed-up grip could simulate. He needed to fuck, and soon. Only problem was, he was in one of those moods where he didn't want to work hard for it. Hell, he thought to himself, he would probably be down to bang one of the hotel maids if one of them happened by at this hour...hey a mouth is a mouth, right? A girl doesnt have to be pretty to give a good blowjob anyway. Good looks are just the icing on the cake.
     Tonight was a Smackdown taping. He was busying himself packing up his gear for the short trip to the arena when he heard the electronic key opening the lock on the hotel room door. He knew it was Seth, because he had given him the other copy so he could come over when he was ready. Now they just had to wait for Roman to show up and they would be off.
     "Hey, it's me," said Seth, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. The room was cloaked in a thick fog of steam, and the change in humidity made him instantly start to sweat. "Jesus, it's fucking hot in here. Can't you open a window or turn the fan on or something?"
     "Well I just took a goddamn shower, what do you expect?" Dean replied, leaning backward out the bathroom door with a toothbrush in his mouth. His sandy hair hung in wet tangles over his eyes. He caught eyes with his teammate and widened them in mock surprise, mocking him.
     "I still don't understand how you can steam up the room this much. It never does that when I shower", Seth said, trying to make his fake serious face look convincing.
     'That's because I'm naturally hot, my friend", said Dean, finally emerging from the bathroom. He was still wearing the loose basketball shorts he had thrown on when he was done showering, and because it was still so hot in the room he hadn't yet stopped sweating enough to justify putting a shirt on. Seth noticed right away that all the CrossFit workouts that they had been doing together were having an effect. "Hey, nice abs, stud", he observed, "Now aren't you glad I talked you into working out with me? You're looking pretty damn good." He darted in quick and smacked him in the stomach teasingly.
     Before Seth knew what was happening, Dean had caught him by the wrist,  twisted his arm around his back and pushed him down by the neck, bending him over. "I wouldn't do that if I were you", Dean said, his voice becoming suddenly serious. "I'm in one of those moods. Hell, even your ass is starting to look good at this point." He pushed Seth hard in the direction of the king size bed that dominated the room, which he responded to by doing a neat somersault and landing, catlike, onto his side, head propped in hand.
     "Dude, why don't you get a girlfriend or something? It's not like you couldn't get laid. You're just lazy. You want somebody to do all the work." Seth said, watching Dean's sculpted backside as he bent over to put something into his gym bag.
     "I am not lazy", Dean replied, "I'm just....choosy."
     "Meaning?" Seth inquired.
     "Meaning I would rather choose to fuck someone that doesn't also nag me about shit when we're not fucking." Dean said with a laugh.
     " Well hey, all I can say is that having a girlfriend can be pretty good. Granted, we don't see each other a lot, but when we do the sex is great, " Seth said somewhat defensively.
     "Yeah, but how do you know she's not getting any on the side? She could be banging some other dude and you'd never even know. Doesn't seem worth the trouble to me. And for that matter, you could be getting lots of pussy yourself when you're out on the road. so why bother with the relationship part?'
     "Because it's nice to have a real connection with the person you're having sex with", Seth explained. "I don't just wanna bang away at somebody until I bust a nut. Plus, it's way more hot when you know exactly what the other person likes and vice versa. It's just....better." He realized all of a sudden that his cock was starting to stir in his tight jeans and reflexively put his hand over the growing bulge. Fucking Ambrose, he thought to himself, if he had to be horny, everybody else had to be horny too. Evil bastard. Now he was thinking about sex too, and his girlfriend was nowhere to be found. He stared off towards the bathroom and absentmindedly rubbed his rapidly growing dick.
     "Should I leave you and your girlfriend alone?" Dean's voice snapped Seth out of his haze and he realized that Dean's eyes were looking directly at his crotch.
     Moving his hand away quickly, Seth swung his legs around over the end of the bed, sitting up. He hoped that the change in position would hide his burgeoning hard-on. It didn't. Now the head of his cock threatened to poke out over the top of his pants. He was secretly glad that he had already put on a jockstrap. It at least made him feel like he had a little more control over the situation. It was being held in for now, thank God.
     Seth's attempt to play off his arousal was highly amusing to Dean. Being the instigator that he was, he couldn't pass up the chance to mess with his teammate. "Hey, don't let me stop you. Like I said, I'm in a pretty open-minded mood. I might just end up watching." His own member had begun to pitch a tent in his shorts and because it was pointing downwards and he wasnt wearing underwear, it made a comically large lump. He didn't make any attempt to hide it, however. At that point, he had started to look at Seth in a different way than he ever had before. He had a tight body and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. Dean found himself thinking that he could probably trick himself into thinking it was a girl if he squinted his eyes and cocked his head a bit.
     It was at that moment that something inside Dean shifted and things fell into place. He didn't need to imagine a girl at all. He had a perfectly good companion right here in front of him. He knew Seth better than anyone on the roster, they spent all their time on the road together, and he was pretty sure he could trust him with anything. Not only that, but they already had obvious chemistry, as evidenced by their oddly flirtatious exchanges and frequent bodily contact. He had gotten to know his friend's body very well over the past few years of wresting matches against each other in the independent leagues, and honestly it wasn't the first time that his cock had perked up at the thought of taking him to the mat. He realized he really wanted to fuck his best friend and strangely enough, he didn't feel weird about it at all. It was time to do something. If it was ever going to happen, this would be the time, he thought to himself. Yup, he thought, walking slowly over to the bed where Seth still sat, frozen by indecision and sheer awkwardness, this is how it's gonna start...
    Seth saw Dean move toward him and immediately started to panic. What was he doing? This was getting weird real quick. One second they're talking about banging chicks and the next minute he's getting some seriously sexual vibes from his teammate. He looked up just in time to see Dean's pale blue eyes staring back at him, about a foot away from his face. The shock caused him to reflexively push himself backward, away from the perceived threat, but all it really did was push him up further onto the bed. His head hadn't even hit the pillow before Dean was on top of him, hands gripping his wrists and holding them above his head. Seth could feel the heat from between his friend's legs as he straddled him. He was still in a state of shock and not at all sure about what was happening, so he held as still as possible so as not to seem like he wanted to grind his raging hard-on against Dean's ass, even though he had already started thinking about it. He was surprised at how normal it all felt. Just two friends who are there for each other when it matters the most. He wondered if he could trust him enough to tell him the truth...that he decided a long time ago that he would jump at it if he ever had the chance to get to know Dean in another, more intimate way. His head began to spin at the idea of this particular fantasy coming true. It was almost too much. His dick was straining furiously against his tight jockstrap now.
     Dean sat looking down at the dark haired man beneath him and admired the long, dark eyelashes that made him look like a little bearded Bambi. He lowered his face to within a couple inches of Seth's, his hair mingling with the two toned blonde and black, brushing against his cheeks.
      "Or maybe we could help each other out," he said in a half-whisper, half growl. His already gravelly voice tended to drop an octave when he was turned on, and it was as deep as Seth had ever heard it. "I've got an idea. Why don't I just make you my work girlfriend? You've got a pretty spectacular ass on you, little lady," he said with a half-smile, leaning down even further. He flicked the tip of his tongue across Seth's lips.
     Fuck it, Seth thought. This is gonna happen, right now. "You want that ass, don't you?" he teased. He reached up and closed his hand around the back of Dean's neck, pulling himself up to meet his mouth. As their lips opened and he felt Dean's tongue probing against his own, he involuntarily thrusted upward, grinding his raging cock against the thin fabric of those infernal basketball shorts. So close, but yet so far. And even though he already had an idea of how this was going to play out, he made a mental note to try to get a piece of Dean's ass at some point in the future. He didn't know if he would want to switch roles like that, but Seth was willing to try just about anything. At this point, why not, right? But right now he was more than happy to be the object of his friend's attention, and he was going to play it up for all it was worth.
     "I think I do want that ass, actually," Dean replied, breaking the kiss. In one swift motion, he reached under Seth, grabbing a handful of ass cheek, and rolled them both over so Seth was straddling him. Once he was there he grabbed the other cheek with his free hand and squeezed them together, pushing that compact ass down against his now-throbbing dick. Seth felt it pulsate against him and couldn't stifle a moan. He could already tell Dean's cock was thicker than his, and he started to wonder if he would be able to take it all when the time came. "Well I'm not your bitch," he retorted, sitting up and putting one hand on Dean's neck and one hand on his back pocket, pulling out a pair of black leather gloves. "And if you want my ass you're gonna have to work harder than that, you lazy fucker. Come and take it from me." And with that, he sprang off the bed and landed silently on his feet next to it, sticking his tongue out as a challenge and breaking into a huge grin.
     Dean didn't know what to do besides shake his head in exagerrated surprise. He hadn't considered that Seth might actually be into doing this, so he really was thrown off by his mate's reaction. The funny thing was, Seth thought he was being difficult, but he was really making it so much easier...