50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 2

                                                             50 Shades of Ambrollins

                                                                         Chapter 2

     Dean quickly rolled over and off the opposite side of the bed, bouncing back up onto his feet just as easily as Seth had done. When the two locked eyes again, neither of them was expecting to see the look on the other's face. They wanted each other, and now there was no concealing the fact or pretending it didn't exist.
     Seth stared him down, not willing to give an inch without a struggle. Of course, he was extremely turned on and packing an almost painfully hard cock, but on principle alone he refused to just give the lazy fucker what he wanted. He smirked, crouching down slightly while sliding a glove over each hand.
     As he watched Seth put on his gloves, Dean couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful he was. He was all taut muscle and sinew, and he had a fire in his eyes that made him appear almost devilish. He knew Seth was trying to rile him up, trying to get him to make a move.
     Dean inhaled deeply and pushed the air out of his nostrils in one great burst. His tongue flicked out again, the tip lingering against his upper lip. He ran the back of his hand across his chin and gathered himself. Ok then, he thought, if Seth wanted to be taken, if he wanted to feel the pure fury of a sexual animal, he was going to get it. No holding back, no apologies, no limits. Dean's cock surged and a chill ran through his body.  He shook it off and leveled his gaze back at his eager opponent. With a wicked smile, he advanced toward his prey.
     "Ok, so you may not be my bitch yet, but we'll see how you feel about it at the end of the night. We'll see what you have to say when I bury myself into you as far as I can go", he growled, rounding the corner of the bed and puffing out his bare chest in a display of alpha male virility. He flexed and Seth's breath caught in his throat. At times like this when Dean was worked up, he practically glowed with testosterone. Seth had all he could do not to beg him to get naked right this instant. His eyes settled on the deep grooves above Dean's hipbones that trailed down and disappeared into the front of his shorts. His mouth watered.
     "So why don't you just bend that pretty little ass right over so I can see what I'm working with here?" Dean taunted. He was still advancing, fingers flexing, ready. "Fuck you," Seth snapped and lunged forward, shoving against Dean's chest, trying to stop him in his tracks. He barely flinched. Both men came together toe to toe, both leading with their chests, noses almost touching. The air between them was electric. "Ooh, foreplay," quipped Dean, denying Seth the pleasure of thinking his display of aggression made any difference whatsoever. "Okay, we can start slow if you want.......nah, just kidding...."
     Dean pushed against Seth, putting all his weight into it, backing Seth up against the wall behind him. Before he could recover, Dean was on him. He spun Seth around, bending him down and whipping his t-shirt off in one controlled motion. When he came back up, blonde locks streaming across his face, he had a grin from ear to ear. Their mouths came together again, Dean clutching his face and holding him against the wall as they kissed, pressing his insistent cock into an equally turgid member.
     He reached down and pulled down the front of his shorts, freeing himself. Breaking away from the kiss once again, he came in close to Seth's ear, pronouncing each word as though it were it's own sentence "Get. On. Your fucking. Knees. NOW." Seth did as he was told, dropping to the floor at the foot of the bed, sitting back on his feet. He was positively vibrating with sexual energy now. He had never felt wanted quite like this before and it was intoxicating. Dean stepped up to him, his pulsing dick inches from Seth's face. He still had a grip on his chin and used it to tilt his head up so that his mouth was in perfect line with the head.
     "Yeah, look at that", he purred, his voice guttural. With his free hand he grabbed his dick and began to rub it up and down Seth's cheeks, feeling the prickliness of his beard against the shaft. "You wanna suck my cock, you little slut? Huh? You wanna be my little cock slut? Fuck..." he grunted.  He kept his hold on Seth's chin and ran his fingers through his long, thick hair. Seth moaned and looked up at his captor. He couldn't pretend he wasn't happy, even though he didn't want to ruin the moment by smiling too much. His eyes met Dean's just as he said "I'm gonna give you what you want." "Oh really", Seth replied, arching an eyebrow. "Well, if you don't agree, then just go ahead and pull your mouth off my dick and say you don't like it," he said, pushing his hips forward and the head of his cock past Seth's lips. Seth instinctively closed his lips around Dean's throbbing stick and started sucking, swirling his tongue up and down the length of it. His gloved hands came up to encircle it at the base, squeezing it until it twitched hard. Dean gasped audibly, his eyes rolling back, eyelids fluttering, his voice turning into a low, raspy moan. He hadn't expected Seth's mouth to feel this good right off the bat, and the way he was going at it now, like he was trying to suck the life out of him, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for very long. He pulled out, Seth's mouth making an audible popping sound. He had to grip himself behind the head of his dick just to keep from coming. He wanted to try to hold it together so he could give his teammate the treatment he deserved, but Seth's slutty fucking mouth was bringing him to the edge much faster than he had planned.
     Just then, they both heard the same voice say, "Uh, heyyy......am I..ohhhhh..........is this a bad time or... something?" Dean's head snapped to attention to see who the voice belonged to. He felt an uneasy rush of adrenaline when he realized it was Roman. He had totally forgotten about Roman during his and Seth's sex play, and now here he was, standing slack-jawed in the doorway looking at the unexpected scene of one teammate fucking the other's face in a hotel room before a show.