I Just Wanna Love U

     "Dude, just come have one motherfucking drink with me. That's all I'm asking. Come on, you owe me at least that much." Dean pleaded, his voice ragged. Roman could tell he had been drinking already. "So how much have you had, Dean? Ro asked, his paternal instinct kicking in. 

     He always worried about Dean any time he had to be away from Seth, and since they happened to be doing a show in Seth's home state of Iowa, he had to go home for a few days to take up his other life, the one where he was a straight guy with a beautiful, long-term girlfriend, some fluffy little dust bunny excuses for dogs, and no room for a boyfriend on the side. Especially not Dean, his supposed best friend, his teammate, and the one person his girlfriend shouldn't have to worry about trying to fuck her man. 

     "Come onnnnn, Ro......please?" Dean slurred, clearly upset. "I really don't want to be alone right now." He sniffed, the sound slicing through the phone receiver into Ro's ear like a thousand tiny knives. He cringed and his heart sank. He couldn't let him be by himself, not when he was this pathetic.

     Roman sighed heavily. "Alright, but I'm not leaving the hotel. Meet me at the bar downstairs."

He knew Dean was having a really hard time, and he didn't want to be the one responsible for letting him do something stupid, even though he kind of felt like he brought it on himself. The stupid fucker knew going in that Seth was taken, but as usual, Dean had to want what he couldn't have. Roman tried to stay out of it as much as possible, but for some reason Dean felt comfortable confiding in him, something that he did with precisely no one else, at least according to him.

     This wasn't the first time Dean had pulled something like this, and Roman was wary of getting too involved with trying to help him out. It always seemed to end up with Dean drunkenly trying to convince Ro to fuck him. It wasn't even necessarily that Roman wouldn't have considered it, but Dean was used to being the one on top with Seth, and Ro had made it clear on numerous occasions that he was NOT going to take a dick in the ass, no matter how sexy and persuasive the person attached to said dick was. 

     "Sweeeeeeet," Dean replied, hanging up the phone abruptly. It sounded like he dropped it or something, but Roman was unfortunately used to this behavior so it barely even registered.

     Ro closed his book and removed his reading glasses, squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing the bridge of his nose as he tried to mentally prepare himself. He had been looking forward to going to bed early, but now he had a feeling he was in for yet another long night of babysitting drunken, horny, angry Dean. He furtively glanced at his watch, mentally calculating the hours until Seth would be back where he belonged and he could go back to falling asleep at 9:30 reading historical novels in bed. He sighed heavily again as he put on his shoes and jacket and went downstairs.

     When he walked into the lounge, Dean was parked at the far end of the bar, alone. He looked like he had been there for hours, stray pieces of bar mix and bottle caps strewn around him. He had his head in his hand, hair ridiculously askew, and was vacantly staring at the glass of liquor he was rotating around slowly in his hand, listening to the ice cubes clink against each other.

     As Roman approached, Dean looked up and immediately lit up, so happy to have someone to share the burden of his misery. Dean knew that Roman mostly did stuff like this for him because he'd feel like a total asshole if he didn't, but he also knew that something in Ro always broke down whenever he showed any vulnerability. Ro had a real protective streak, but since Dean was usually more than happy to handle his own business, he didn't get much of chance to show it. But every so often, Dean would see it, that look in Roman's eyes that said:  just let me. And being the manipulative shit that he was, he knew just how to exploit it. 

     "HEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYRRROOOOMMMMMMIIIEEEEEEEYAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!" He shouted, spooking the bartender who had been cleaning up quietly. As Roman got closer, Dean held out his arms for a hug, grinning, beckoning him to hurry up. Roman stopped and said, "First of all, do NOT call me Romie, and second of all, I am not hugging you." Dean's smile deflated, and he slowly dropped his arms, pouting, looking up at Roman with puppy dog eyes. Ro shook his head, looking straight at Dean, giving him the silent message that he wasn't in the mood to deal with his bullshit. Dean dropped his head further and began to list over on the barstool like he was about to pass out.

     Roman immediately rushed over and caught him, holding Dean up, chest to chest. He looked down at Dean to see if he was still conscious and saw Dean looking back at him with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Psych," he said, dissolving into drunken laughter, resting his head momentarily against Ro's muscular chest and nuzzling him, inhaling his scent. He growled quietly, but Roman heard him and quickly pushed him back onto the barstool again, his eyes flashing with anger, but also a hint of amusement. If nothing else, Dean was an entertaining drunk. And he was sexy, so that certainly didn't hurt. It was just when he got really drunk and decided to get naked in front of strangers and be obnoxious that Ro wanted to just spear him into next week. Hopefully he'd keep his clothes on this time, Roman thought to himself as he sat down next to Dean at the bar.

     Roman called the bartender over and asked what Dean was drinking. "Uhh, well vodka and Red Bull. Separately." the bartender answered, looking over at the unopened can of Red Bull sitting on the bar in front of them and then at Dean with an expression somewhere between pity and apathy. 

     Roman rolled his eyes. "Keepin' it classy, eh?" He asked sarcastically.

     "Hey, when times get tough, you go with what you know..." Dean replied, sounding utterly defeated. 

     "So when are you gonna learn, moron?" Roman asked, looking straight ahead at their reflections in the mirrored wall behind the shelves of liquor bottles rather than looking Dean in the face. 

     "Shut up....I don't want to hear it right now," he said, dropping his head down onto his forearm. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, Ro heard him say, "it just fucking hurts...it just...I can't....it just realllly FUCKING hurts, you know? He turned his head toward Roman and saw him looking back, a conflicted look on his face. After a moment he reached over and put his arm around Dean, feeling him crumble a little as he leaned into him, making that same purring sound as before.

     Ro started to pull away from him again, but Dean latched onto him with both arms around his waist, almost knocking them both off the barstools. "NOOOOOOOOO please don't....I need you Romie...I mean, Romannnn...did I say it right this time?" He slurred again, smiling cockily even though he was pretty tipsy. Ro sighed once again, giving the bartender an apologetic look, and sat Dean back up. He took his face in his large hands and said, "Look, I'm gonna take care of you, ok? He's gonna be back soon, and until then, well, I guess you've got me," he said, resigned to the fact that he was in this for the long haul.

     Dean looked back into Roman's eyes and suddenly felt like a large part of the weight on his back had been lifted. He felt such a rush of emotion for Roman at that moment that he grabbed Ro's head as well and pulled his mouth up next to his ear, saying, "I want you so fucking bad. Please."

     "We are not having this conversation again, Dean, you already know my feelings on that subject," Roman said sternly, pulling back and looking at him. 

     Dean looked down at the floor momentarily, and then looked back at Roman, this time with a sad, pleading look on his face. He was really playing it for all it was worth. "Well what if I said I'd be ok with you....you know...." He said, looking up at Ro through a fringe of blonde eyelashes. 

    Ro laughed to himself, looking away, letting go of Dean's face. "Don't. Just don't do that. You're full of shit and you know it."

    "No- really," Dean implored. "I've been thinking about it, and well, you're about the manliest dude I know...next to me, of course. But I figure if somebody's gonna be doing it to me, then I'd rather it be someone who is, you know..."

     "Stronger than you?" Ro answered, finishing his thought for him.

     This time it was Dean laughing under his breath. "Yeah, I guess. Yeah," he replied, looking back over at Roman again, a glimmer of hope in his eye.

     Ro sat there looking down at the bar for what seemed to Dean like forever, and then got up and motioned for the bartender to follow him to the other end of the bar. He stood facing away from Dean  so that he couldn't see what he was doing as they obviously had a conversation. After a couple of minutes, the bartender started to go around closing all the drapes, covering the outside windows and dimming the lights. He cashed out the register drawer and left the room, closing the one remaining open door behind him. Dean heard a distinct click once the door shut.

    Roman walked back over to Dean and came up close to him on the barstool, putting Dean's knee between his thighs as he stood there, flexing his leg muscles, squeezing him uncomfortably tightly. He pulled Dean's face up to his and brought their lips together, their mouths melting into a kiss that turned Dean completely into a puddle of helpless, frustrated wanting. 

     Once they broke apart, Dean asked, "Are we alone? How did you..."

     "I gave him my black card and told him to lock up and turn the cameras off." Roman replied, smirking. "I know how you like to get naked when you're drunk, and I figured this would probably be cheaper than bailing your ass out of jail. Plus, if you're gonna get naked, then you might as well give me a private show."

     Dean looked at Ro in amazement. He stood up somewhat unsteadily, falling forward against Roman and slowly sinking to his knees, his hands all over Ro' ass and thighs on the way down. "You just can't keep your filthy little hands off of me, can you? Ro said, looking down at the top of Dean's head, ruffling his hair. Dean buried his face into Roman's crotch, biting at his jeans until he found his half-hard cock, and then put his mouth over it, blowing hot air onto him through the fabric and causing a shiver to course through Roman's body. 

     "Alright, I guess if we're gonna do this, I'm gonna need to lose some inhibitions first," Roman said, stepping away from Dean and leaning over the bar, grabbing a bottle of Jameson's and a glass. He took them and walked across the room to a large, plush couch in the corner. He sat down, relaxing back into the cushions and pouring himself a rather large drink, swallowing it in one gulp. He grimaced, shaking his head, and then did the same thing again with another glass full of whiskey, downing it greedily. "Ok, you get your wish. Entertain me. You have my undivided attention."

     Dean smiled, suddenly ecstatic. He dug into his pocket for his phone and went behind the bar, plugging it into the bar's stereo system. Ro watched him fiddle with it for a fair amount of time, long enough for Roman to be well into his third drink by the time Dean sauntered over to him. 

     He heard a hip-hop beat coming over the speakers, the bass vibrating the couch he was sitting on. He cracked a smile and asked,"What's this all about, anyway?"

     "Well, you said entertain you, and now that you mention it, I kinda do feel like getting naked, so it looks like you're gonna get a very special Dean Ambrose lap dance." Dean had another bottle of vodka in his hand, but at least it was Belvedere and not the rotgut he was drinking before. He took a swig off of it and set it down on a table opposite the couch, starting to nod his head to the shuffling beat of the music as it ramped up. 

     It wasn't until Roman heard him rap along with the first line, "You. Are. Not. Ready," that he recognized it was Jay-Z's 'I Just Wanna Love U'. He smiled broadly, having a hard time not just getting up, pinning Dean against the wall and fucking the holy hell out of him right then. Instead, he swallowed the rest of his drink and sat back, starting to feel fuzzy and warm from the alcohol. This ought to be good, he thought to himself as he watched Dean start to move his hips sinuously, pulling up on the front of his shirt, showing a slice of tight abs beneath it. He began to sing along in a cocky falsetto, moving closer as he kept his eyes locked on Roman's. 

     "I'm a hustler baby, I just want you to know...it ain't where I been, but where I'm 'bout to go. Now I just wanna love ya, and be who I am...and with all this ass, you can't resist this man....come on give it to me." He sang, smiling at Roman as he turned around, running his hands up over his ass and slapping it. 

     "Those aren't the words, Dean," Roman said, covering his face with his palm, shaking his head but still grinning. 

     "We'll they FUCKIN' ARE NOW, DAMMIT!!! Dean shouted drunkenly, spinning around, holding his arms out, looking up at the ceiling, cackling madly. He soon collected himself again and got back into the rhythm, moving even closer to stand in front of Roman on the couch now. 

    Dean danced through the first verse in front of Ro, lifting his shirt and taking Roman's hand, running it down his chest and abs as he flexed and rolled his midsection like a seasoned stripper. Once the chorus came along, he leaned over Ro and put his hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head, saying the words into Ro's ear that sexy voice of his as he ground his crotch against Roman's leg:

     "Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff..."

     After another couple minutes of this, Roman put his hands on Dean's hips and turned him around so his ass was facing him. "Come on, twerk it for me. I know you can, you fucking slut." He ordered over the music. Dean started to pop that booty like a pro, switching it back and forth, moving closer until he was grinding it against Roman's stiffening bulge.

      Ro let out a soft moan, feeling the effects of the alcohol even more now. Everything was getting a little fuzzy around the edges, and he felt his libido kick into high gear all of a sudden now that the part of his brain responsible for making sound decisions was temporarily incapacitated. 

   Still turned away from him, Dean slowly pulled his shirt off, running his hands through his hair, showing off his impressively muscular back before turning back around. Roman's dick was fully at attention when he got a look at Dean in all his half-naked glory. "I know you're not done," Roman teased, pointing at Dean's pants. He kicked off his sneakers, sending them flying across the room haphazardly, then unzipped his jeans, getting in really close to Roman again, letting them drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, he climbed into Ro's lap, straddling him and continuing to grind his own hard cock against him to the music, the skintight white seamless boxer briefs he was wearing concealing absolutely nothing. 

   Roman gripped Dean's waist, pushing him down against his now rock-hard dick, moving him back and forth on it, the friction cranking up Roman's arousal in a hurry. He went to kiss Dean, but he leaned back in Ro's lap, tossing his head back and singing:

"Can't deny me...why would you want to? You need me. Why don't you try me? Baby you want to, believe me...come on give it to me..."

     It was then that Roman decided he couldn't take any more teasing. He wanted action, and he wanted it right then. He pulled Dean back to him, licking up his neck and biting Dean's ear, growling into it until he shook on top of him. Dean grabbed the back of Ro's head and pulled him in for a blazing hot kiss, their tongues battling furiously in each others' mouths. Ro wrapped his arms around Dean, holding him tight, and Dean did the same. They sat there holding onto each other for a few moments, and then Roman said, "Suck my dick."

     Without a moment's wait, Dean slid down onto his knees between Roman's legs. Ro unzipped and lifted up a bit to slide his pants down, then decided to just take them off instead. Once he was naked from the waist down, Dean swooped in and began covering him in kisses and licks from knees to hipbones, driving him absolutely crazy from the anticipation. 

     Finally Roman just took Dean's head and repeated, "I said, suck my dick, not give me a full-body tongue bath," a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He pushed Dean's head down and felt the hot, sucking wetness of his mouth engulfing his desperate cock. Ro immediately started moaning and bucking his hips up into that warm, squirming mouth, holding onto Dean's head as he deep-throated him like a champ. Soon Roman started to notice that it was feeling really good, and he pushed Dean away for the moment, not wanting to bust a nut too soon. 

     "Haha, whassamatter Romie? Is my mouth gonna make you cum, baby? Huh? Are you afraid you're gonna squirt that hot load of cum in my mouth instead of my ass or something?" Dean antagonized, still slurring his words. 

     For some reason, Dean's comment set something off inside Roman, and he looked at Dean, his eyes dead serious. "Take those off. And I hope you brought some lube, otherwise this could be rough...for you, anyway."

     Dean ran over to where he had tossed his leather jacket and retrieved a small bottle from the inside pocket. He came back, saying, "Never leave home without it," and handed it to Roman. He then turned around, bending over and sliding his underwear down, exposing his perky ass, perfectly rounded and firm. Roman reached out to him and grabbed a cheek in each hand, feeling him up thoroughly, slapping each side a few times to bring up the color to a nice even pink. He slicked down his overly ready cock until it was very wet, and spun Dean back around again. 

     "Come here. Sit on my cock," he said, watching Dean obey him and climb into his lap again, this time lifting up so Ro could position his dick at his entrance, and then slowly starting to sink down. Ro could feel every inch of his cock forcing its way into that exceedingly tight sheath as Dean's head fell back and he moaned loudly and shamelessly. 

     "Fuuuucckkkk yes," Dean exclaimed as he felt Roman starting to drive into him. "Holy fuck, that is a big cock, Ro baby...goddamn..."

     Roman chuckled slightly as he started to pump from beneath Dean, holding Dean's hips up while he plunged his cock in and out of that squeezing ass. Dean's moans soon turned more and more anxious, and Roman looked down to see Dean's cock, fully hard and dripping with excitement. He wrapped a hand around it and started to stroke him as he also stretched his ass further than it had ever been before. 

     Dean was in another world, lost in the unfamiliar sensations that were all happening at once within him. He was very vocal, crying out loudly as Roman's huge dick reamed him, but once Roman started stroking his dick, he quieted down, obviously focusing on the intense pleasure he was feeling. Ro felt that tickling feeling again and knew he was getting close. 

     He pulled Dean's head back to his again and kissed him, whispering, "Unhhh that fucking ass is gonna suck the cum right out of me. Are you ready to cum, Dean? Tell me..."

     "Yeah," Dean whined, bouncing in Ro's lap, the building pressure in his cock quickly reaching the boiling point. "Fuck yeah, make me cum Roman...I need it sooo fucking bad, you have no idea."

     "Oh, I think I do, actually," Roman replied, his voice pinched from trying to hold back. Finally he couldn't hold back the floodgates anymore and with a few more hard thrusts, his cock exploded into Dean's clutching ass, Roman letting out a roar that echoed throughout the room as he poured everything he had into him. 

     Dean started to cum seconds later, having taken over stroking his own cock from Ro, shooting a huge, hot load all over Roman's abs as he groaned and shook on top of him. He collapsed against Roman, laying his head on his broad shoulder, still breathing heavily.

     Ro hugged him, saying, "From now on, you're never alone. You understand me? No more of this making yourself miserable shit. Next time you feel lonely, you come to me...ok? Romie's got you, baby."

     Overcome with emotion once again, Dean looked Roman in the eye, replying, "I thought I wasn't allowed to call you that," he said, smiling shyly.

     Roman sighed and answered, "Well, I guess you can now, since it seems to make you happy."

     Dean smiled, putting his arms around Ro's neck. "It sure does, Romie. It sure does."

     

    

       

     

     

Sethie's Secret

     "You know, it's not fair," Seth sighed as he stared off into the middle distance, mindlessly watching people filtering in and out of the stores as he, Dean and Roman endured yet another seemingly endless mall signing.

     "What's not fair?" Dean asked quizzically, looking over at him from his seat at the signing table. 

     "Women...they get all the good clothing options, man...it's not fair. I mean, when men dress up, we get to wear suits. Borrrriiing. And meanwhile, women get...everything else." he said, waving an arm in the general direction of all the stores around them.

     Leaning over in his chair, Dean tucked his head in close to Seth's ear and said quietly, "So, are you saying you wish you could wear women's clothing or something?"

     Without even thinking, Seth reached under the table and cuffed Dean's thigh, eliciting a short growling chuckle from him. "Remember, people can see you, Sethie," Dean said before sitting back up nonchalantly and greeting the next fan. A moment later he couldn't resist sneaking a quick look over at Seth, who was noticeably more distracted than before.

     The next time there was a lull in the line, Seth felt the need to lean over to Dean and add, "No, fucker, I just meant that women are fucking catered to. I mean look, Victoria's Secret," he said, pointing to a store directly across from where they were sitting. Where's the Victoria's Secret for men, huh? Maybe I want nice underwear that makes my shit look good, you know," he said, running his hand up to his crotch in his skintight jeans, "and just where am I supposed to get that? That's right, nowhere, which is exactly my point. So there." he replied snottily, sticking his tongue out at him. 

     Dean had to put his head down and partly cover his face to conceal the inappropriately huge grin that broke across it. He ran his hand down over his mouth, catching his bottom lip and pulling it down while giving Seth a look that made his insides quake and his cock shift in its tight confines.

     After the signing was finally over, they headed back to the hotel for a few hours' wait until the Raw taping. As they each got their hotel pass keys at the reception desk and went to get in the elevator, Dean pulled back on Seth, telling Roman to go ahead of them. Seth looked nervously at Dean, but knew better than to ask. They waited for the next empty elevator and Dean pushed him on roughly. Once the doors closed, he was on Seth, pushing him up against the smooth glassy wall, his face squished there as Dean held him by the hair, bucking his hard dick into Seth's round ass. 

     "I got a surprise for you, slut," he growled harshly in his ear, making Seth tremble against the glass as they ascended and the bell rang. As soon as the doors started to open, Dean pulled back and coolly walked out onto their floor like nothing had happened. Seth staggered out, hair askew, looking half-drunk. 

     "Looks like my room's this way, and your room's that way," said Dean, looking at Seth with a cocky smirk. "And hey, Seth," he said, "remember, it's a secret." Seth looked down at his room key, unable to comprehend what it was and what he was supposed to do with it. Dean walked over to him and grabbed his face, kissing him quickly but intensely, his tongue violently invading Seth's mouth. He jumped at the suddenness of it, and before he knew it Dean had turned away and was walking up the hallway, whistling.

     Seth stared blankly as he watched Dean walk away, his insides roiling furiously. He grabbed his luggage and hustled into his room. Once he was inside, he threw everything down and dove face-down onto the bed, both hands gripping his crotch. He humped against them as he groaned. 

     Dean always knew just the right buttons to push, but he wasn't a pushover by any means. Seth knew he wasn't going to let him have whatever it was he had in store until he decided it was time. It was always the waiting, the torturously delicious anticipation that absolutely killed him, and Dean was an expert at making him wait until he was practically frothing at the mouth to get to his cock before he would finally let him have it. Seth continued to whine and groan until his phone went off. 

     Seth looked at it. It was from Dean.

*text* stop touching that cock Sethie...you know that's mine

     Then, a moment later:

*text* RIGHT??

     He wanted an answer. With shaky hands, Seth typed back:

*text* Yes Dean, I'm sorry Dean, I won't touch I promise.

     He hit send, swallowing hard. He waited for a few minutes for a response, but got nothing. Dean was stringing him along just like he always did, and the effect it had on Seth had not diminished one bit. He loved the suspense, the surprise, the violence. The beautifully intense orgasms that turned him inside out. Before Seth knew it he had his hand down his pants and was stroking his cock, eyes closed, lost in that fantasy world for a brief moment. Something snapped in his head and he sat up like he had been caught, even though he was alone in the room. He tried to shake it off and decided to open one of his suitcases.

      He lifted it up onto the bed and laid it down, unzipping the large front pocket. Immediately he saw a flash of shiny pink and wondered for a second if he had someone else's bag. But as he flipped the flap back he saw that it was a small Victoria's Secret bag. He looked around as though someone might be spying on him, but then grabbed it and looked inside. On top of a bunch of pink tissue paper was a hand-scrawled note (written on the back of the receipt, classy).

      It said : Put them on now, and don't tell anybody...

     Seth felt dizzy for a moment, then shook his head and pulled out the tissue paper, reaching in and pulling out a pair of bright red panties. He laughed as he held them up, calling Dean countless terrible names in his head as he examined them. They were made entirely of lace, and they were the kind that were supposed to only cover the upper half of the girl's ass. He blushed as he imagined what they were going to look like on his already-stellar behind. Dean was definitely an ass man, there was no doubt about that. 

     Seth wasted no time in stripping naked and stepping into the delicate lace undies, pulling them up over his hips and then struggling with exactly how far up into his ass crack they were supposed to ride, finally resorting to standing on the edge of the tub in the bathroom to check it out for himself in the mirror. Finally he turned back around to see that his raging hard-on was barely being held back by the lace, the top couple inches sticking out over the top. He stuffed it back in, and it promptly popped back out, begging for attention. He sighed in frustration as he realized he was going to have to wear this lacy torture device while he was on television and in front of thousands of people live. Oh, and in front of Dean the whole time. That bastard knew what he was doing, but Seth fucking loved him for it. 

     When it was finally time for the show, Seth was going crazy. The unfamiliar undergarment rubbed at him in an entirely different way, and the lace was rough yet delicate at the same time, rubbing in his ass crack each time he moved. At one point he knew his cock had broken free of the panties and he thought he might have a wardrobe malfunction on national tv. Fortunately his dick cooperated with him and stayed hidden, but the whole ordeal meant that he was blatantly hard the entire night, and got more than a few disgruntled looks from his opponents when he was in the ring and inadvertently rubbed it against them. 

     To make matters worse, several times throughout the night Dean looked over to him, holding his finger up to his lips in a "shh" motion and smirking briefly before delving back into character. Seth was about ready to burst and he began to seriously worry about accidentally cumming in his pants if he was hit in just the right spot. Fortunately he made it through the show without any further incident and once it was over, he hurriedly packed up his stuff, dying to get back to the hotel. He was still bent over in front of a bench in the locker room when Dean was suddenly behind him, pulling his ass roughly against his hardening bulge. 

      "Hey there," he said, watching Seth shake. "You're coming with me. Pick up your shit. Now." Seth grabbed everything and followed silently behind Dean all the way back to the hotel, his cock throbbing the whole time. When they got to their floor this time, Dean shoved Seth up the hallway toward his room instead of letting him go to his own.

     Once they were in the room,  Dean slapped everything out of Seth's hands and grabbed him by the shirt, ripping it over his head as he backed him toward the bed. When he had him right up against it, he said, "Take your pants off. Show me." He backed up slightly to give him room, eyeing him hungrily.

     Seth shyly unzipped his pants, opening them to reveal the bright red lace, still damp from him sweating in them all night. He hadn't taken them off because Dean hadn't told him to. "Keep going," Dean said as he unzipped his own pants and pushed everything down, exposing his beautiful fat cock and gripping it tightly. Seth turned around and bent forward, pulling his pants down, careful not to pull the panties down too. Once he had his pants down to his knees, Dean put a hand on his back, holding him down, bent over. 

     Seth heard Dean groan and felt him rubbing the head of his cock against his ass crack, savoring the feeling of the sexily textured lace on his sensitive tip. He slapped Seth's ass several times, making him cry out in anticipation. Before Seth could recover from the stinging slaps, he felt cold lubricant being spread into his ass, quickly becoming warm and slippery. His breath caught in his throat as he realized that his wait was about to be over.

     Dean pulled the panties off to the side and held them hooked in his thumb, using the other hand to slide his cock into Seth's waiting ass. Seth let out a satisfied cry as Dean's cock bored into him, sending blindingly hot waves through his body and making him start to sweat again. Dean was worked up, not wasting any time getting into a forceful rhythm, pounding Seth's slick tunnel as he kept his eyes on Seth's ass, squeezing his cheeks hard around his cock as he thrusted.

     Dean started to claw at Seth's back, drawing a loud growl out of his throat. "Yeah, fuck me hard," Seth pleaded, bucking back needily against him. Dean reached around and pressed his palm against Seth's raging hard cock, still somehow inside the panties, pushing in on it. Seth groaned this time, and began to hump against Dean's hand as Dean plowed into that sweet tightness over and over.

     "Mmm, I knew that ass would look good in these. That salesgirl was right." Dean snarled, picking up the pace of his thrusting. "So fucking good..."

     Seth couldn't take any more. The combination of the cock in his ass and the luscious sensation of the lace between Dean's hand and his own pulsing dick pushed him straight over the edge. With a loud whine his cock pulsed harder and he filled the panties with his hot load, the wetness spreading all over the front of them. 

     Dean shot off as soon as Seth started to cum, his asshole contracting around Dean's length. He shouted hoarsely as he emptied himself deep inside Seth's gripping ass, collapsing against his back, chest heaving, trying to catch his breath. Once they had calmed down somewhat, Dean pulled out and  flopped down next to Seth on the bed.

     Dean looked over at Seth, who was still breathing heavily, eyes glazed, staring up at the ceiling. He rolled over next to him and pulled Seth's face to his. He kissed him tenderly, snuggling against him, and said, "If you wanted options, babe, all you had to do was ask."

Fanboy Heaven: Chapter 7

   Satisfied with having made his point, Seth let go of Punk's neck, throwing him back down on the bed. He remained straddling Punk's compact, round ass, pressing his dick against it, growling. 

    "Where's your fucking lube at, anyway?" Seth asked. "I'm done fucking around with you."

     Punk reached under the other pillow on the bed and pulled out a small bottle, holding it up without looking back at him. Seth ripped it out of his hand, snarling "Oh, that figures...right on hand for easy access. Kinda like you, huh, you fucking whore?" He teased, smacking that ass, making Punk flinch and moan pleasingly. Seth could feel him starting to tremble slightly as he slicked some lube onto his eager member, using it like a paintbrush to spread the slippery liquid down into Punk's crack. Once it was wet, he kept up the pressure, purposely rubbing the head of his dick over that small opening over and over until Punk was bucking back against him, panting and trying to lift his ass up off the bed. 

     "What's the matter, slut? You want this dick? Well you better beg me for it then." Seth commanded, his voice measured and stern. He placed the head of his cock against Punk's asshole and gave it just enough pressure to make Punk's head come up off the bed, looking back at him with a crazed look of desperate need in his eyes. 

     "God yes....fuck me....please..."

     "Who?" Seth taunted. "Who do you want to be the first one to fuck this nice little virgin ass of yours?"

     "You....I want you...please..." Punk cried, grinding his ass sluttily against Seth's meat.

     Leaning in next to Punk's head, Seth said in a low voice, "And who is that, exactly? You know what I want to hear. Just give me what I want and I'll give you what you want," he said, going back to rubbing his dick up and down in that warm valley.

     "Unnhhh....you...I mean Seth. Goddammit, please...Seth....I need you to fuck me....sooo fucking bad....please..."

     Seth smiled, replying "I know you do, babe, I know. Seth's gonna make all those bad feelings go away, don't you worry." 

     Just before he moved to press himself forward, Seth leaned in a little more, licking at the tattoo behind Punk's ear and whispering, "I'm gonna give you a piece of advice, from someone who knows: take a deep breath, let it out, and relax..."

     He waited as Punk inhaled deeply and started to exhale, and then pushed his cock into that slick crevice, feeling the head of his dick penetrate through the outer ring of muscle into the smooth, almost suffocatingly tight sheath of Punk's ass. Punk's head came up, letting out a long, drawn-out, plaintive whine as he felt himself being stretched open, Seth's cock suddenly feeling like it was twice its size as it burrowed its way in.

     As soon as Punk's brain got the endorphin rush it was looking for, it dropped him immediately into subspace, his moans quieting, his body losing the will to resist. Seth kept going, a smirk crossing his lips as he recognized what was happening. He dropped his hands down on either side of Punk's shoulders, planting himself and angling his hips up, slamming it in the rest of the way, biting him possessively on the neck as he bounced him against the mattress. 

     "Unnnhhhh yeah....," grunted Seth as he finally breeched him fully, his dick lodged firmly in that pulsing tunnel. "Look at me," he growled, as Punk turned his head to the side, looking at Seth from the corner of his eye. "You feel my cock inside you? Can you feel it buried allll the wayyyyy in there? Come on, don't float away on me, fucker...ANSWER ME!!"

     Punk's breathing quickened as he came back into his body, and he suddenly found his voice again.   He let out a long, frustrated, anguished groan and pushed himself off the bed with his arms, pressing himself as close to Seth as possible, his head coming up in the crook of Seth's neck as they both breathed harshly in each others' ears, chests heaving. "Yes," he said hoarsely, his body utterly yielding.  Seth looked at him and saw the smile on his face. 

     "You can't hide it, can you? You loooove this...don't you?" He grunted, thrusting. Punk moaned loudly with every one of his movements, completely on the hook. "FUCK...god...fuck me you are so fucking good...let me get up...please..." he pleaded, trying to get Seth to back up off of him. Seth knew exactly what he wanted. All he could think about was Dean at that moment, how he always knew just how Seth liked it, when he was ready to start getting pounded hard in those few minutes before Dean's relentless cock would bring him to an inevitable blinding climax. "Alright," he said impatiently, grabbing Punk's hips, yanking him up onto his knees. 

     Every word out of Seth's mouth was channeling Dean at that point. "C'mere, bitch," he ordered, pulling Punk upright, sliding in behind him and dropping him down onto his rampant pole again. With now hand gripping his neck and the other wrapped around his begging cock, Seth started working it in and out as he stroked and squeezed Punk into a frenzy on top of him. "You're such a fucking whore, you know that? You dirty...fucking...bitch. You think it's gonna be this easy if it's really Dean fucking you? I got news for you, you'd be busted in two by now. You better practice real hard with my dick, sweetheart, and maybe he'll let you break yourself on his. Maaaaybe. That's if I even decide to share.."

     

Fanboy Heaven: Chapter 6

     Seth continued pressing his fingers deep into Punk's squeezing ass as he held his cock up with the other hand, beckoning him to put it in his mouth. Punk ran his hands up Seth's thighs, forcing them apart as he lay beneath him. He quickly found Seth's sensitive asshole with his already-wet fingers and jammed them in forcefully, stretching Seth abruptly enough for a yelp to escape his lips. Punk licked the wetness off the head of Seth's leaking cock, and then swallowed it down to meet Seth's fingers where he was holding it at the base. 

     Seth let out a shuddering, juicy moan as he felt that utterly delicious sensation of being penetrated. He immediately found himself wanting more, thinking about Punk's hard, pulsing cock that had just been filling his mouth moments before. He struggled with the intense (and familiar) desire to beg him for that cock, wanting to feel it spreading him open, fucking him senseless. His head was spinning with so many different sensations competing for his attention at once, he felt like he was going to short-circuit. He abruptly smacked both sides of Punk's ass at the same time, causing him to pull his head up as he also yelped, turning his head back to look at Seth.

     "You need to stop that if you want me to fuck you," Seth said, trying desperately to hold himself back. "Or else you're gonna have to do the fucking."

     Punk laughed darkly upon hearing that, jamming his fingers harder into Seth's tight, gripping hole. "Oh yeah? Is that how it usually goes for you? Are you a little power bottom? he asked, an evil smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He moved down towards Seth's feet and turned his body around so he was between his legs, keeping his fingers lodged in place. "Tell me, whose dick was in there last, Seth? Hmm? I wanna know," he asked, working his fingers in and out briskly as he once again took Seth's cock into his wet mouth.

     "UUUNNGHHHHH fuck, that's not fair, don't do that to me, please..." whined Seth, writhing, kicking more of the comic books out of the way on the bed as he did so, pages ripping.

     "Tell me, and I'll stop," Punk ordered, his fingers pressing on Seth's prostate from the inside, making him suddenly feel like he was about to cum. "Whose cock was it? I bet I know, but I wanna hear you say it..."

     Seth couldnt take it anymore...Punk had him right on the brink. "FINE...yes, it was Dean, ok? Is that what you want to hear?" he cried, his voice strained. "Yessss...I let him fuck my ass...whenever he wants it.....oh God...fuck.....stop or I'm gonna cum....please..." he begged, gripping the bedding around him, holding on for dear life.

     Punk smiled knowingly. "Mmm-hmm, that's what I thought," he replied, slowly withdrawing his fingers but grabbing Seth's cock in exchange, deliberately looking at him with mock-innocent puppy-dog eyes as he dragged his tongue up the shaft. When he got to the top, he said coolly, "I bet he has a big, fat fucking cock, doesn't he?" and then brought his mouth down on Seth's ready-to-erupt dick, keeping a tight grip on the base of it, letting Seth feel the back of his throat as he held him in place.

     Seth continued to squirm and pant, desperately trying to hold on. "FUCCKKK ....yes, he does...I fucking love having his huge fucking cock inside me....god, please, let me fuck you or I'm gonna cum right now..."

     Punk brought his head up, letting go of Seth's cock, a huge, smug grin on his face. "So...has anyone ever done that to you before?" he inquired, eyebrow raised. 

     Seth just lay there, his brain completely scrambled and reeling as he tried to catch his breath. When he was able to focus again, he looked down at the self-satisfied, yet extremely fuckable man between his legs. "You're really fucking lucky you're CM Punk, that's all I can say," he huffed, still winded.

     That made Punk laugh loudly again, obviously pleased with himself. "Yeah, I really am," he retorted, grinning shamelessly.

     Seth laughed at his audacity, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're fucking evil."

     "Yeah, I reeeeallllly am," Punk repeated, shifting his weight to move off of him. he lay down on his stomach beside him, arms bent over his head, waiting. 

     In a split second Seth had mounted Punk, straddling him, his insistent cock pressed hard against his ass crack. He slipped an arm around Punk's neck from behind and roughly pulled his head back, whispering heatedly into his ear, "You want Dean, is that it? You wanna know what it's like to get fucked hard by a stud like that, don't you?"

     Punk couldn't respond, partly due to his airway being constricted and partly because Seth's words were sending icy shocks ricocheting through his body. He wanted to resist, but his body was betraying him. He melted a little into Seth's arms, his breathing labored, eyes closed.

     "Yeah, that's what I thought," he hissed, yanking back on Punk's head again. He let out a choked-off moan, but made no move to resist. "You're just as much of a submissive fucking whore as I am...you just haven't proven it yet. But you will...oh, trust me, you will. I'll gladly give you the preview, but I'm just warning you... whatever I do to you, he can and will do it twice as hard, and with half as much caring about whether it hurts or not. Understand?"

     

     

Fanboy Heaven: Chapter 5

     As Seth watched Punk on his hands and knees giving him a show of his naked ass, dropping down on his elbows and sticking it out for him, he continued touching himself. "Unhhhh, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to see that. You have like, the best ass I've ever seen." he said, squeezing himself at the base, feeling it throb and get harder. 

     "Are you kidding me?" Punk asked, his head whipping around to look at Seth. "YOUR ass is fucking amazing...mine isn't even in the same league as yours."

     "I know," Seth replied, rolling his eyes and sighing. "That's all anybody ever wants though...my ass. You know, there's more to me than just a great ass. For example, there's this..." He said, pulling down his briefs, his very hard cock springing out and slapping him in the stomach. He looked at Punk, his tongue sticking out like he was subconsciously trying to indicate to Punk what he wanted.

    "Oh really?" Punk said, although by this time he wasn't quite as surprised. He was, however, extremely turned on by it, and wanted more. "Then bring it over here," he answered, motioning for Seth to get underneath him. 

     Seth didn't need to be told twice. He slipped out of the bat-briefs and deftly worked his way under Punk, that splendid ass lickably close, and Punk watched as Seth's rod settled directly in front of his face. Both moaned in appreciation at the sights in front of them. "Sooo fucking hot," they both said in unison, pausing for a moment and then both laughing quietly, trying not to break the mood. 

     Seth put both hands on Punk's ass cheeks, kneading them together and then spreading them apart several times, enjoying the sight of that sweet little hole flexing against the resistance. He stuck a finger in his mouth and moved it over Punk's entrance, rubbing little circles around it as he licked the cock that was impatiently bouncing in his face.

     Punk gasped as he felt Seth's finger against his asshole, but purred loudly as he also felt the soft, wet tongue on his pent-up dick. He ground it against that hot mouth and bent his head down, using his own tongue to eagerly lick all over Seth's cock, driving him crazy with anticipation before swirling it around the head and sucking it into his mouth.

     Now it was Seth's turn to gasp as he felt that sucking heat enveloping him, sending shuddering waves of pleasure throughout his body. He greedily grabbed Punk's hips and pulled them down to him, licking and kissing and sucking everything within reach. Soon the small room was filled with the sounds of soft slurping noises and them both moaning contentedly, with the occasional crinkling of the comic books beneath them as they shifted around, oblivious to anything else happening outside of their two bodies.

     Punk lifted his head up, Seth's dick coming out of his mouth, slick with his saliva. He sat back a bit more, pushing his ass harder into Seth's face. He responded by jamming his tongue deeply into Punk's tight little hole, moaning as it clenched and then relaxed, allowing him to penetrate further. He took the opportunity to slide a finger in, then a second, that deceivingly small hole more than willing to accept them. He bit the inside of Punk's thigh as he pistoned his fingers in and out. 

     Enraptured moans started to flow from Punk's lips as he felt Seth's fingers penetrating him. "God, you're so fucking good," he said, panting. 

     Seth chuckled, still moving his fingers in and out. "Yeah? What am I so good at, exactly?" He inquired, sinking them in all the way and moving them around inside Punk's hot, slick channel.

     Punk tried to answer, but had a difficult time talking between the slutty moans that were forcing their way out of his mouth at the same time. "Uunnnhhhh fuck yeah....well, if you're half as good with your cock as you are with your fingers, then I'd say I'm gonna be a pretty happy guy here shortly. Mmmhmmm, yeah, don't fucking stop...that's sooo good..." he whined, bucking his ass back against that probing hand.

     Seth grinned widely upon hearing Punk's words. "Oh REALLY? You want me to fuck YOU, is that what you're saying?"

     Punk moved forward a bit, looking back at him. "Well yeah...I mean, if you want to. Look, I know you've probably done this more than I have, and to be honest, I've always wanted to but I've just never had the right opportunity come along before. Is that ok with you?"

     Seth laughed again, unable to believe what he was hearing. "Ha...is that ok...ummmm, YEAH..." He replied, pulling Punk's stiff cock back toward him, licking it like a lollipop. "You want this dick?" He growled, reaching down and holding it straight up, squeezing it upward until a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip. "Well, suck it some more, and maybe if you do a good enough job I'll pound that cute little ass with it."

     

    

     

Fanboy Heaven: Chapter 4

     Punk lay there underneath Seth for a moment as he quickly worked those tight-as-fuck pants down past his knees and then, showing off, he jumped up and kicked out of them, landing in the same spot again quietly. He grinned again at Punk, this time a little more blatantly full of himself, running his hand down to his crotch and cupping it, thrusting his hips forward, licking his lips. 

     Punk sat up, drawn to it like a beacon. His head came up perfectly in line with Seth's crotch, and he reached both arms through his thighs, his hands coming around and cupping him from the back side, his nails digging into those supple cheeks, making Seth squeal a little bit before moaning loudly.

     He grabbed Punk's head and pulled it to him tightly, shivering as his hot mouth kissed and gently gnawed on Seth's tingling cock, the cute, excited squeals coming back when Punk's mouth found the head of his pulsing dick through the shiny, tight nylon. The fabric did nothing to obscure his form in the deliciously lewd garment, and when he finally grabbed Punk's head, ripping it away from his hard package, he pushed him back down roughly and grinned as he stood over him. He slowly hooked his thumbs through the sides of the tiny briefs and teased Punk, pulling one side down and then the other, but then pulling them back up tightly around his crotch, giving him a very detailed view of his bulge through the black wet-look fabric.

     His unexpected aggression surprised and excited Punk, and he reached down, unzipping his jeans, devouring Seth with his eyes the entire time. He flipped them open, exposing his lower stomach, down to where he still had just the tiniest bit of hair, everything else manicured nicely around it. 

     He reached down and pulled out his impatient cock, stroking lightly as he looked up. "Come down here and get this," Punk said, holding his stiff length up to show how much it needed attention.

     "Uh-uh, not yet," Seth replied, wagging a finger at him cheekily, smirking. "Take that shirt off first. I wanna look at you."

     Punk sat back up and pulled off his t-shirt, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Now that he knew exactly where things stood between the two of them, his inner slut was rapidly surfacing. He lay back slowly, linking his hands behind his head and relaxing into the pillows. "See anything you like?" he asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. 

     "Oh yeah," Seth replied, "all of it." He stepped between Punk's legs, kicking them apart, and suddenly dropped to his knees, grinning like a kid in a candy store. He bent over and pressed his mouth to Punk's stomach, dragging his warm, wet tongue over the "straight edge" tattoo that was inked there, tickling him until he couldn't do anything but squirm and moan breathily under his touch.

     Punk's hands came up on either side of Seth's head, trying to subtly direct him downward towards his dick, but Seth caught him by the wrists and quickly pinned him back against the pillows. 

"NO," said Seth, giving him a stern look. "I have certain things I want to do to you before I let you touch me." He moved up toward Punk's face, stopping to kiss him slowly and passionately before moving on to licking and kissing Punk's tattooed arms. 

      "Fuck, you're sexy," Punk groaned as he gave in, his upper body relaxing but his lower body continuing to try to grind against any friction it could get as he watched Seth's nimble mouth travel up one arm and down the other, licking and kissing and biting as it moved along. He took his time, admiring each bit of tattooed skin before kissing it. By the time he finished and came back face to face with Punk, they both looked at each other knowingly and lustfully. Punk lunged at him with his head and buried his face into Seth's neck, biting down hard on the tender flesh, drawing a growl from Seth's throat. 

     "WHAT did I just say?!" He snarled, surprising Punk yet again, his dick throbbing even harder because of it. Seth immediately grabbed Punk's wrists again, this time pinning his arms out straight across the bed, crumpling several comic books in the process. He looked at Punk with his mouth open, eyes wide, not sure if he was in trouble or not. Punk found that to be hilariously cute and laughed loudly, earning him a slap from Seth, which just made him laugh harder. 

     "I'm sorry, it was just...your face...like you thought I would be mad or something." Punk said, still laughing. 

     "So, what, you're not?" Seth asked incredulously.

     Punk laughed, smiled and looked at him admiringly. "Those can be replaced. Moments like this can't." He lay back again, adding, "Go ahead. Do me...tough guy," smirking. "I'll buy more comics."

Seth smirked as well, shaking his head. "Okay then. You asked for it."

     Dropping his head back down and flipping his hair to one side, Seth began to lick and nip at Punk's chest, making little soft growling noises. He reached down and groped at himself, squeezing his dick through the briefs. Punk saw it and asked, "So, you like tattoos, I take it?"

     "Oh God yes,"gushed Seth, looking up, his eyes smoldering. He gripped his dick harder, moaning. "Well, in that case, you don't want to forget these," Punk shot back, sticking two tattooed fingers in his mouth and grabbing him by the ass, pulling his hips down and rubbing their hard cocks together. He removed his fingers and slapped Seth's other ass cheek, kneading the rounded globes as they both ground heatedly against one another, mouths locked in a dizzying kiss. 

     When they finally broke apart, Punk asked, "So, can I touch you now? Are you all done with whatever it was you wanted to do to me?" 

     "Ha....not even close. But I'll manage. I suppose you can touch now," Seth replied with a grin.

     Before Seth could react, Punk had already grabbed hold of him and flipped him over onto his back, crushing some more of the comic books beneath Seth's writhing body. The sound of pages ripping caused another flash of guilt to cross Seth's face, but Punk caught him before he could vocalize it. "Seth. Don't worry. Seriously. This is MUCH more entertaining than even the best comic book I own. Just have fun, and whatever happens, happens." 

     "I knew there was a reason I liked you," Seth said, smiling sweetly.

     "Besides thinking I'm sexy and wanting to fuck me, you mean?" Punk cracked, smirking again.

     "Well yeah, of course, but also because you seemed fun......and you are fun."

     "Oh yeah?" Punk questioned, "You wanna have some real fun?"

     Punk sat up and was abruptly caught by Seth's hands, turning him around and pushing him down on all fours. "Yes...yes I do," Seth said with an evil little glint in his eye, peeling down Punk' jeans, exposing his pert little ass in front of him. He licked his lips as Punk looked back at him, surprised once again. "Man, I had no idea you had this side to you. I gotta be honest, I kinda like it."

     "Good," replied Seth, "Because there are still a few more things I'd like to do to you first, if you don't mind," he said, staring at the beautiful ass in front of him, licking his lips. "Oh, like I'm gonna tell you to stop...please..." Punk answered, arching his back.

     

     

      

Fanboy Heaven: Chapter 3

     By the time the door had fully closed, Seth was already almost in the back bedroom. Punk gamely followed along behind him, unable to stop his brain from noting very specifically just how defined and squeezable Seth's ass and thighs looked in those insanely tight hipster jeans. Punk forced himself to look elsewhere, however, not wanting to get ahead of himself. He couldn't tell if the vibes he was getting from Seth were simply childish excitement over a shared obsession, or childish excitement over a different kind of obsession. 

     As soon as Punk saw the comics splayed out across the bed, open to every lascivious T&A shot of Jean Grey/Phoenix he could find, he instantly regretted his decision to not stash them away when he had the chance. When he came up behind Seth in the doorway, he was standing there staring down at the bed. His mouth was open, and then it turned into an evil little grin as he looked back toward Punk. 

     "Uhhhhhh....yeah, sorry, I'm messy," Punk replied a little too quickly as he tried to push past him in the doorway to get to them. Seth held an arm out, blocking him. "Wait a second here..." He said, looking suspicious. Punk thought he was busted for sure, and he cringed waiting for the inevitable awkwardness that was sure to follow. 

     Seth turned toward him, reaching out and putting the tips of his fingers on both hands against Punk's midsection, and asking incredulously, "Did you do this for ME?? Awww, man! Come here- thank you thank you thank you" as he practically threw himself into Punk's arms to hug him. 

   As Seth bounced up and down excitedly, still latched onto Punk, his crotch pressed against Punk's already-provoked cock. It throbbed and Punk swallowed hard. "Uhh, sure. I-I mean, yeah, of course," he stuttered, the feeling of Seth's muscular body against him already turning him on immensely. "How could I forget about your Jean Grey fetish? You certainly made sure to drill that point home the last time I saw you." 

     Seth laughed, still clinging to Punk's frame, and Punk swore he felt Seth's cock twitch as he squeezed him tighter and for much longer than would have been acceptable under normal circumstances. When he finally eased up, he drew his hand across the back of Punk's neck as he let go, giving him a look that perplexed and excited him at the same time. "Look, I just wanted to say thank you for letting me come over. I know I come on kind of strong sometimes, and if I freaked you out by it, I'm sorry. I just....really like comics....a LOT. And when I found out you did too, I just knew we'd get along perfectly," Seth confided, his eyes darting almost imperceptibly back and forth between Punk's eyes and his mouth as he spoke. 

     Punk tried to shake off the shiver that rushed through him as Seth's hand grazed his sensitive neck.  He managed to pull it together enough to disengage from the hug, and as soon as he did, Seth grinned and dove onto the bed, nimbly avoiding all of the comic books so the pages wouldn't get wrinkled. He turned around so that his head was toward the foot of the bed and rolled over onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows as he stared at the images all around him. 

     "Wow, you sure do know what I like," said Seth, looking around, wide-eyed. He licked his lips as he spotted the same picture of Jean that Punk had been using as inspiration for his impromptu jerkoff session before he showed up. "Dayumm- now THAT is a fine ass," he observed, still smiling with a hint of mischief behind those dark eyes of his. 

     Dumbstruck, Punk stood there in the doorway, not at all sure about what just happened. All he knew was that he had just let Seth in mere seconds ago, and here he was, already ass-up on his bed. He wondered if he was making something out of their interactions that wasn't really there, or if the heat that was causing his own dick to stage a revolution in his pants was having the same effect on Seth. He felt the devilish side of himself struggling to come to the surface, but he was determined to deny it, at least for the time being. He really wanted first to see if he could provoke Seth into at least reacting to something he did in a way that would more clearly indicate his true intentions. 

     Fuck it, Punk thought, only one way to find out...

     "Well, uh, make yourself at home, I guess," Punk replied, shifting books around as he climbed onto the bed, staying a respectable distance away. He resumed laying in what was essentially the same position he had been in before Seth had arrived, this time instead of looking down at Jean Grey's voluptuous ass and thinking about cumming hard inside of it, he was looking down at something infinitely more exciting. An evil smirk took over Punk's face as he looked at the flashy, custom high-tops Seth had on his feet, which were resting on the pillows near his head. 

     "Hey," Punk said, slightly annoyed, "when I said make yourself at home, that kind of implies you're going to remove a certain article of clothing, especially if you're going to throw yourself on my bed." Seth looked back, somewhat surprised, but then grinned slyly and sat up on his knees, whipping off his t-shirt. "I- I'm sorry. I know, you probably don't want me trying to copy you. I swear, I didn't know you were gonna be wearing it too." He looked shyly at Punk, clearly ashamed, putting his hat awkwardly back on his head. 

     Punk's mouth dropped open for a moment as he stared, transfixed, at Seth's amazing body. He shook himself out of it and said, "No, I meant your SHOES, for fuck's sake." He laughed, trying to cover for the fact that he had essentially just eye-fucked this kid, and had thought of even worse things in the deeper recesses of his mind. 

     It worked. Seth quickly slipped both shoes off onto the floor, leaning against the foot of the bed with his hands. He looked up at Punk, making no move to retrieve his shirt. Intrigued, Punk asked, "aren't you forgetting something?" Seth gasped in surprise, then broke into a slightly embarrassed grin as he began to unbutton his jeans. "Wow, you don't fuck around," he said, hands at his waist, smiling.

     "NO! I mean...noooo, no. NO- the shirt, for chrissakes, the SHIRT. You don't need to strip down, I just wanted you to NOT rub your shoes all over my pillows, for fuck's sake."

     "Oohhhhhhhh.......I...I didn't realize you didn't..." replied Seth, fumbling for the right words. He started looking around for his shirt awkwardly. "Nevermind, sorry....sorry."

     "Wait, hold up just a second," Punk shot back, holding his hand up. "You didn't realize I didn't what?"

     Seth looked back at him blankly for a moment, blushing, and said, "Look, I'm reeeeally bad at hiding this kind of thing, and this is killing me so I just have to come out and say it." He paused, took a deep breath, and said, "I reeeeeally like you. Like, a LOT. And not just in a crazy fanboy kind of way either. I mean yeah, I've always kind of idolized you, so having a chance to hang out with you like this is just like....too much, you know?" He gushed, beaming with excitement. "But I'm trying to behave myself, and I'm apparently doing a really bad job. I'm sorry, I should probably just go-"

     Before he could finish the sentence, his hands were pulled out from underneath him. He came down on top of Punk, whose legs were splayed open beneath his him. "Shut up and do it then," growled Punk, running his hands down Seth' bare back, stopping when they reached his plump ass. He squeezed it hard, grinding his hips up into him, drawing a whine out of Seth's throat. Seth dove in and met his mouth, slipping his tongue inside, and to his continued surprise Punk kissed back hungrily,  groaning into his mouth. 

     Panting, Punk broke away and said, "I should be the one apologizing to you. I had no idea this is what you wanted from me. Shit, if I had known you were down for it, I would have done this a lot sooner." He smiled, looking up at Seth. "Well....so you mean, that during that whole big conversation we had about how much I wanted to come over and 'check out your comic book collection', you thought I really wanted to....oh my God...." Seth giggled. "I'm sorry. I'm not making fun. I just...nobody who knows me really well thinks I'm innocent, so I forget sometimes that I can kinda come off that way," he smiled and batted his long eyelashes. 

     "Well, now that we cleared THAT up," Seth said, sitting up, straddling Punk, then standing up on the bed. He unzipped his pants, looking down at Punk with a nasty little smile, and slowly, tantalizingly pushed them down over his hips, exposing a tiny black pair of Batman underwear, the yellow logo prominently featured on the front, right over the large bulge being made by his hard cock. "Oh look, it's the bat signal," he said coyly, looking at Punk expectantly.