Teamwork: Chapter 16

     "Alright then, come around to this side so you have a better view. And so you can reach," Roman prompted, watching Seth quickly slide over so Dean's ass was right in front of him.

     Roman used both hands to spread the pink cheeks on his lap, getting in close and watching his fingers plunging in and out of the slippery opening over and over again as Dean whimpered shakily, arms clutching Ro's thigh. He looked up at Seth, asking, "Why don't you give him some of that amazing tongue of yours, kitten? Make him really need that dick. I want him begging for it." 

     He nodded slightly to indicate it was ok to proceed, and Seth let out a long, enraptured moan as he buried his face between Dean's resilient mounds. He continued moaning loudly as he lapped wetly at the twitching orifice, the vibrations causing delicious stabs of sensation to go straight to Dean's cock. He in turn moaned louder, trying desperately not to hump Roman's leg. 

     Dean had never has this much attention paid to his ass before, and between Roman's fingers stretching him and now Seth's eager mouth licking and kissing that most sensitive area, he not only felt the familiar aching need from his excited cock, but he also felt that need coming from deep inside him, an itch that there was only one way to scratch. He swallowed hard as the realization hit him that he was most definitely about to be fucked by one or both of his teammates, but at that point he didn't care. The aching emptiness inside was growing and needed to be filled. "Please," he pleaded, resisting the urge to look back at Roman. "I need...something.."

     Roman smiled knowingly, responding, "I know you do, but I'm afraid that's not good enough to deserve my cock. I'll give you a little something right now, but if you want that thoroughbred dick you gotta ask for it by name. Remember that."

     Yes, Roman," Dean replied obediently, bowing his head down and arching his back.

     "Go ahead, kitten, you get to do the honors. Ream that pretty little ass." Roman said to Seth, who was already moving into position. He held his stiff cock out and ran it up and down Dean's crack a few times before finding his small entrance and pressing himself in. His mouth dropped open as he gripped Dean's hips tighter and continued pushing, the hot tunnel greedily swallowing his entire length. "Fuck, it's so fucking good....oh my god, you're so fucking tight inside," he gasped, biting his tongue between his teeth and closing his eyes in ecstasy. 

     As Dean felt the jolt of being penetrated for the first time, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat, suddenly feeling embarrassed and guilty at the predicament he was in. What if someone came into the room right then and saw him bent over and taking it from behind like a fucking cheap slut? How would he ever recover from such an indignity? 

     Before his mind had the chance to freak out any more, Seth started slowly moving in and out, each thrust erasing more and more of his initial protests and replacing it with an intense feeling of surrender. "Unhh....fuck....ohhh, it feels fucking huge," Dean panted, squirming reflexively on Roman's lap.

     "Yeah, that's right...good, isn't it?" Roman inquired, his hands kneading Dean's cheeks and squeezing them around Seth's pole. "Fuck, yesss..." Dean breathed, shuddering with pleasure.

     Roman then began roaming his fingers over Seth's rhythmically flexing abs and pinched his nipples, drawing a breathy moan from the smaller man. "What about you?" he asked, looking down to watch Seth's slick meat pounding that greedy hole. "Is it as good as you thought it would be?"

     Seth looked Ro in the eye with an appreciative grin, replying, "Soooo good....fucking amazing..." he jabbed his cock in hard, making Dean twitch and whimper louder. "You need to try this for yourself. Then you can say whose is better, mine or his," Seth teased, leaning in and kissing the Samoan as he kept working his cock deeper into Dean's backdoor.

     "Oh, you know I will," Ro mumbled into Seth's mouth as he kissed back, "but you gotta get him to want it real bad first."

     Seth grinned widely in affirmation before leaning over Dean's back and running his hands down along his sides, sliding them around to the front and dragging his fingernails up Dean's inner thighs. Seth pressed his weight down on top of Dean, pinning him between him and Roman's lap, and began to murmur suggestively into his ear while still slowly thrusting. "Mmm, God, you're fucking amazing. That ass is so tight, and sooo hot," he breathed, pushing in as far as he could go and holding it there as his fingers made their way up to Dean's chest and rolled his hardening nipples between them.

     In response, Dean groaned loudly and shuddered, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations. He was sweating profusely, and his cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the floor in between Roman's legs. "Please, make me cum, I can't take this," he pleaded, desperate to have some semblance of control once again. He started pushing his hips back against Seth's, trying to find the spot that would set him off, but Roman had other ideas.

     "Don't you DARE cum yet, you hear me, slut?" Ro barked, suddenly pulling back on Dean's hair and slapping him across the face. "You cum when I say you can...and IF I say you can, understand? Here, you need something else to focus on," he said as he unzipped his pants and freed his monster cock once again, holding it up in front of Dean's face. "Put this dick in that pretty mouth and suck it."

     Dean did as he was told, eagerly swirling his tongue around the slick head and swallowing an impressive amount of Roman's thick shaft. Ro put his hands on the back of Dean's head and began to move him up and down as Seth resumed pumping from the other end. "That's it. Nice little whore mouth, sucking my dick like that," he encouraged, his own desire now starting to get the best of him as he watched the dirty blonde's mouth sliding over his tingling length. 

     As Seth watched, he couldn't help but start to pound Dean's exceedingly tight asshole, his throbbing cock desperate for release. "Unhhhh God, Mr. Reigns, I don't know if I can hold off much longer. It's sooo fucking tight...I can't..." he whined, driving all the way in and grinding insistently against Dean's prostate, making him gasp and shiver.

     "YESSSS that's it," Dean cried, pulling his mouth off Ro's dick, a glistening thread of saliva still connecting them. "Don't stop...fuck me...I need it." 

     "Oh you do, do you? How bad does the little slut need it?" Roman inquired, giving Dean a couple of hard slaps on the ass with one hand and pushing his mouth back down on his dick with the other. After a few moments, he yanked his head back again, this time bringing their faces close together, lips almost touching. "Unhhh....please. PLEEEASE," Dean begged, eyes wet, shivering even though he was absolutely on fire.

     "Please WHAT?" Roman antagonized, not satisfied with that generic of a response. "You gotta tell me what you need or else I can't give it to you," he purred, a beautifully sadistic smile spreading across his lush mouth. "Tell me what you need."

     A few tense moments passed as Dean stared into Roman's eyes, unable to make any words come out at all. Ashamed, he broke eye contact, gaze dropping back to the floor. Sighing, Roman ran his fingers through Dean's tangled mop of hair, his expression softening somewhat before he looked up at Seth. "You- shut up and keep going until I tell you otherwise, or I will make you very sorry, you got that? You know what I want you to do...so do it."

     Seth swallowed hard, wiping sweat from his forehead. He looked down at what he was doing and gathered as much inner strength as possible to not cum as he continued to pump deeply into that pulsing channel, assaulting Dean's sweet spot with every churn of his hips. "F-Fuck...ok...shit," he rasped, cursing himself for his lack of self-control. Finally, after a few deep breaths and some Zen-like focus, he had backed himself away from the edge enough to be able to give Dean some hard thrusts and get him where Roman wanted him- desperate and on the verge of orgasm. 

     "What do you think now, hmm?" Roman asked as he watched Dean's expression intently. "Know what you need yet? You ready to tell me?" he asked once again. To his surprise, Dean met his gaze, husking out a quiet "yes", mouth hanging slightly open. "I need you." 

     Immediately, Roman put a palm on Seth's chest, pushing him back. "Stop. That's enough. I got it from here, kitten. Nice job though," he teased as Seth whined in frustration. As soon as Seth pulled out, Ro threw Dean up onto the center of the bed and climbed on top of him. 

     As Roman moved over him, Dean could feel the long tendrils of hair tickling his sides, and before he knew it, the Samoan's maddeningly soft tongue was winding it's way up the side of his neck, teeth nipping at his delicate skin. Roman pinned Dean's arms down and began to rub their hard cocks together, rolling his hips and relishing in the contrast of softness and hardness. Dean writhed against the delicious friction, desperately wanting more. 

     "Well what exactly is it that you need from me? If you don't tell me, I can't give it to you," Roman smiled back, knowing he was almost there. "Just say the word and trust me...you'll get it."

     

     

     

The Finger of Blame

     It was already 11:30 at night by the time Roman and Dean remembered they hadn't eaten all day. They had both been so preoccupied with finding Seth since he walked out on them that everything else ended up taking a back seat. Between Dean alternately sobbing and punching things and Roman silently brooding, staring angrily and curling and uncurling his large fist, they had both been on high alert, and it was quickly sapping their energy. 

     Dean was the first one to suggest it, more because he was getting tired of Ro's intimidating silence than anything. "Hey, uh, maybe we should eat something. I mean, I know we've gotta find him, but we can't do much about it right now, he's not answering his phone, nobody else has seen him, so...why don't you cook us some steak or something? Take your mind off it, you know..." he trailed off, waiting for Roman's expression to change. 

     Finally taking his eyes off the middle distance, Roman looked up at Dean from his place sitting on the floor, his back slumped against the wall. "What? Who's got steak?" he asked, perking up suddenly.

     Dean laughed at his friend's distracted mumblings, glad that he could still at least get him to react to the promise of food. "No, dumbshit...you cook the steak. For US. You know, how you're a really good cook and you really like cooking, and I blew up the toaster the last time I tried making a Pop-Tart?" he questioned, walking slowly backward toward the kitchen. "I mean, I can cook if you want...or at least I'll try, but I'm not guaranteeing anything." He hoped Roman wasn't going to call his bluff.

     Ro stood up. "No, no. Please, for the love of God, no. You are not cooking anything. Go sit down somewhere." He quickly shooed Dean away into the living room, already focused completely on his new objective of acquiring and ingesting delicious steak.

    Dean smiled, relieved that Ro appeared to have snapped out of whatever kind of funk he had been in. Plus, now he was getting dinner made for him, which was a definite bonus. "Ok man, I'll just be in here drinking a beer and watching tv, if that's cool," he said, heading that way with an unopened bottle in each hand.

    "Yeah, sure, whatever, I'll let you know when it's done," Roman replied, the sound of knife blades tapping against a cutting board emanating from the kitchen. 

After what seemed to Dean like an eternity, Ro finally called Dean into the kitchen. As always, the table was laid out impeccably, the glistening steak strips artfully arranged on each plate, sliced with the precision of a surgeon. Dean plunked himself down in front of one of the plates, eyeing them both as though trying to decide which looked like the better of the two. "Medium rare, man, really?" he said out loud, annoyed.

    Ro gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and then responded, "I'm not cooking it well done. It ruins the meat. I've told you that a million times." He scowled as he sat down in the other chair across the table. 

     Dean picked up his fork and poked at a piece of meat with a sour expression on his face. "Sorry, but it's fucking gross, man. I can't eat cold meat." He shivered in disgust, setting the fork back down and pouting slightly.

     Slicing aggressively through his steak, Ro hacked off a chunk and stuffed it into his mouth, trying to keep himself from going off on his unwitting friend. He chewed hard for a few moments, then swallowed, but the feeling was still rising from within him. "Fine...don't eat it then," he growled, jaw flexing, eyes fixed on his plate.

     Dean scoffed indignantly, eyes growing wide in shock. "What the hell, man? What the fuck is your problem, anyway? Is it too much to expect steak that's fucking edible, for fuck's sake?"

     Ro clutched his knife in his fist, looking slowly upward. His eyes glowed with resentment and seething anger. "Is it too much to expect some appreciation for the person who went through the trouble to make it?"

     "Yeah...it is too much to expect, because you did that on purpose, you fuck. You knew I wouldn't eat it like that, so you made it that way so you could have all of it to yourself, you fucking jerk!" Dean stood up abruptly, sending the chair tumbling behind him. He knew damn well that he wasn't really mad at Ro, but he was flush with anger and frustration and had no outlet for it. 

     Roman sat unflinchingly, the only detectable movement his ceaselessly tapping foot under the table. He was perilously close to losing control, and Dean seemed to be purposely egging him on. He didn't dare to move for fear of boiling over. In a stern, measured tone, he said quietly, "Dean, please, I'm begging you-"

     "DONT FUCKING BEG ME FOR SHIT, ASSHOLE!!" Dean blurted out, grabbing a piece of meat off his plate and hurling it at Roman. He backed up with his fists raised, ready for a counterattack.

     Ro leaned slightly to the right and calmly caught the meat projectile between his teeth, chewing once and swallowing. He stood up, walked around the table and stood face to face with Dean, both men snarling with pent-up rage. "You wanna go? Huh? You wanna GO?!" He goaded, butting their foreheads together, pushing against him. He could see Dean shaking, eyes pleading even as he stood his ground defiantly.

     "What do you think? You think you can take me or something?"

     Roman smirked in recognition for a moment, then quickly wrapped a hand around Dean's neck and lunged forward, shoving Dean back against the table. When the edge caught him mid-back he crumpled, but Ro easily grabbed him and flipped him face down, bent over the table. He shoved his hand into the back of Dean's head and pinned him down, both men panting and struggling, but Dean quickly gave in to his captor. 

     "I think we both know I can," he bragged, bucking his hard cock against Dean's ass.

     "Fuck you," Dean spat, his breathing labored. "This is all your fault, you know," he accused, not fully in control of the words spilling from his open mouth.

     Ro leaned over him, pressing his chest down on top of Dean's back, hands coming around to the front and roughly unfastening Dean's belt and zipper, grinding his hard-on against rounded ass cheeks. "You ungrateful, selfish prick. You're such a piece of shit," he breathed hotly into Dean's ear, fumbling to pull his pants down past his hips. Once they started to give way, he backed up and yanked them down to knee level.

     Dean gasped as he felt the cool air hit his exposed nether regions, suddenly feeling intensely vulnerable. He felt Roman's hands on his ass, spreading him open, then he felt Ro's soft, wet tongue lapping it's way up. "Fuck," he panted, squirming against the cold tabletop. "Takes one to know one," was all he was able to utter, his mind fragmented between his roiling anger and the hot tongue probing his ass.

     "You're fucking pathetic, you know that?" Ro said, standing up and undoing his pants with one hand while pushing his index finger into Dean's slippery entrance with the other. "If anything, this is all your fault. You drove him away, because you are incapable of putting someone else's needs before your own," he chastised, jamming his finger in harder to emphasize his words. 

     Dean nodded in affirmation, eyes squeezed shut as he reached down to hold his ass cheeks apart. "Yeah...do it," he said breathlessly, anticipating what was about to happen. "Teach me a lesson...make me be good again," he pleaded, pushing back into Ro's crotch.

     "Fucking whore," Ro groaned, sliding his rigid cock into that tight crevice. "You don't even deserve this dick. You're just a fucking joke."

     "I...I know," Dean whimpered, breath hitching as Roman's pole worked its way further inside of him. Hot tears stung his eyes and ran down his face onto the table. "And now he's gone," he sniffed. "I'm so stupid."

     "Yeah, you are," Roman agreed, pushing himself in up to the hilt. He let out a relieved groan, then began pumping in and out, gradually picking up speed as he grew more aroused. "God, you piss me off," he sighed, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the feeling of Dean's slick passage clutching around his thickness. His thrusting rocked the table, the squeaking mingling with the slapping of flesh and heated moans.

     Dean felt like he was going to explode at any moment, his straining cock bouncing against the underside of the table. He tried to move a hand around to stroke himself off, but Roman caught him and pinned both hands behind his back as he continued to pound his ass relentlessly. "If you wanna cum, you better find another way, because you don't even deserve to have that cock touched. You're just lucky you've got this nice little boy pussy, because that's about all you're good for now. Fucking cunt." Roman's breathing was becoming erratic as he plowed that flexing hole, and he knew he was getting close to the edge. He could hear Dean panting beneath him, waiting for the thrust that would put him over.

     Dean looked back, growling, "I hate you sooo fucking much right now."

   Just then, Roman noticed one of the steak knives rattling on the table next to Dean's head. He grabbed Dean's hair and pulled his head up with one hand and grabbed the knife in the other, pressing the serrated blade against Dean's jugular. Leaning down over him again, he growled a reply. "Not as much as I hate you, you piece of fucking garbage. You EVER hurt him again, and I'll slit your worthless fucking throat...you got that?!"

     "Unhh....yessssss," Dean cried as his orgasm overtook him and his untouched cock spurted out his pent-up load. He groaned and shook as he emptied all his frustrations in one great burst onto the kitchen floor under the table.

     As soon as Dean's ass began to spasm, Roman gave a couple more hard thrusts and filled that hot channel with his release, animalistic noises tearing their way out of his mouth. After a few moments, he collapsed onto Dean's back, still catching his breath. He put the knife down and silently put himself back together, leaving Dean bent over the table, his pants down to his knees and a stream of cum slowly dribbling from his ravaged asshole. Ro grabbed Dean's dinner plate and looked down at him, smiling.

     "So, how well done do you want this, anyway? Shoe leather?" he asked, tossing the plate into the microwave. "5 minutes on high ought to do it."