Trigger warning: homophobic slur, rough sex.

Under The Hood

"Has Roman been avoiding me?" Paige sighed as she handed Seth a towel. Seth had just finished his workout and was sweating, but after that question he was sweating even more.

"I don't know," but he did know. Roman was sorting through his feelings about their age difference.

Paige's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Seth was lying to her. "Wow. You're a bloody awful liar."

"Don't make me tell you," Seth tried to make her sympathetic. She just narrowed her eyes. Seth was tongue tied. He didn't want to get into other people's business, but he had hooked them up. He was partially responsible. "Fine, he's avoiding you, but you're gonna have to ask him why."

"Okay," she nodded. "You're off the hook." She turned back to the gym floor. There were a few people finishing up before closing time. Then she remembered to ask. "Hey, how's it going with Dean?"

"Oh, we had sex on Monday." Seth said casually. Paige yelped and jumped up and down, smiling ear to ear. Seth chuckled and nodded. None of his other friends had ever been that excited for him before.

"Was it good?" She asked, beaming.

"Hell yes," Seth enthused.

"What's happened since then?"

"Well," Seth thought about it. It had been two days since they had dinner and /dessert/. "We can't flirt at work, and that's the only time we see each other. So we text."

"Like, sexting?" She inquired.

"There's a lot of innuendo, but no. Usually we're just getting to know each other. I think it's easier for Dean to tell me stuff that way." Seth chewed on his lip for a moment. "There was one time... At the barbecue actually... When he told me a little about his parents. I didn't say anything and Dean walked away." Seth sighed. "I still feel like shit about that. But I think I'm making up for it now."

"Have you talked about his family again? About his ex?" Paige questioned.

"Not yet, but we're getting there." Seth nodded, feeling confident in his answer.

"Good. Hey! Why don't you make a date with him? Like, an actual date, y'know?" Paige suggested.

"No, no. We're casual." Seth dismissed. The Brit made a disapproving face. "What?" He asked.

"There's nothing casual about sex," Paige said in a way that made Seth believe he couldn't argue with her. Her opinion was set and wouldn't change. But he was going to try anyway.

"Oh, like you haven't had sex with Roman." He scoffed.

"I haven't," she said. Then she blushed a bit. The gears in Seth's head started turning. Seth knew that Paige had feelings for Roman, so she wouldn't be embarrassed about that. Was she embarrassed cause they were talking about sex? No, they had discussed him having sex with Dean. She started blushing when he brought up her having sex. Putting the pieces together, Seth figured it out.

"You're a virgin," he stated.

"No," Paige tried to lie, but he saw right through it.

"Oh my God. You've never had sex?!" Seth nearly shouted. Paige put her hands up as if to cover his mouth.

"Shhh! I have to work here! Don't do that!" She was pissed, and Seth would have felt bad if he weren't so shocked.

"Does Roman know?" He whispered, leaning over to get closer to her.

"No, and if you tell him, I swear to God-!"

"No!" Seth cut her off. "I wouldn't do that!" He stared at the angry young girl in front of him and began to smile. She was serious. She had honestly never slept with anyone. Anyone. It was mind blowing.

"Why are you looking at me like that?!" She hissed.

"I guess… I'm just excited for you! Like, ugh, I can't explain it." He said shaking his head, still smiling. He really couldn't explain it, but he was excited for her. She had a whole new experience ahead of her. And hopefully a mind-blowing one. "You're gonna regret all that time you wasted," he chuckled quietly.

"Oh, shut up, slut," she laughed out of relief. Paige realized Seth wasn't going to make fun of her. People usually did when they found out, but not Seth. He was excited for her. Excited to see how she reacted to something new. He was being a friend to her. That was something new in itself.

"I suggest you tell Roman next time you talk," Seth said, thinking of his and Roman's conversation. Roman thought Paige was hiding something from him, and she was. She was hiding her virginity. That was a big secret to keep from someone you're dating.

"I'll tell him when I'm ready," she said, getting grumpy again.

"Alright." Seth shrugged.

"I suggest you ask Dean on a date," Paige snapped at his glib reply.

"I'll ask him when I'm ready," Seth said back in a British accent, mocking Paige. She slapped him on the arm and smirked. He was irritating, but he was funny.

"Is this guy bothering you?" A tinny rasp of a voice surprised Seth. He looked to the source and saw a guy about his height staring at him.

If Seth hadn't been completely head over heels for Dean, he would have tried to sleep with this guy. He was tall, tanned, had a god like physique, a buzz cut, tattooed arms, and intense, piercing eyes. Something about the guy said 'danger', but Seth could go for that now and again.

"No, Randy, and again, I don't need your help," Paige's voice wavered. Seth's gaze snapped back to her instantly. Paige was trying her best to look annoyed, but he could tell she was frightened. Her hands moved in a way that revealed her nervousness.

Seth felt his stomach turn.

If he had liked this guy for a single second, he had been wrong. In their three years of knowing each other, Seth had never seen Paige scared or nervous. It was unnerving to see her like that, and Seth's dislike for the man flashed through him in an instant. This man wasn't a person; he was a predator.

"Alright, I was just trying to be a nice guy." The man said with a creepy smile and a shake of his head. Then he reached toward Paige, and Seth grabbed his wrist in a millisecond.

"Hey, faggot, I didn't know I needed your permission to get a towel." The stranger said with the same sick smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

Rage crackled along Seth's muscles as the insult lingered. Then utter embarrassment as he saw the towels behind Paige. Of course the guy could have asked her to move before he reached, but he didn't. Seth knew he was trying to intimidate her, trying to get a reaction from him. And the creep succeeded. Seth had laid a hand on him. Idiot. Seth had been bullied enough in his life to know better.

"Sorry," he said, letting go of the man's wrist. "I thought you were trying to hurt my friend. But that's not something you would do, right? Because you're such a nice guy?" Seth made the sarcasm clear.

"Yep," the tattooed man said, smiling in earnest now. It made Seth's skin crawl. "Have a good night. I'll see you Friday," he said to Paige. He stared at her, but didn't give Seth a second glance. Then he left without another word.

"What the fuck?" Seth breathed as the guy walked away. "You have to deal with that scumbag?"

"It's part of the job," she said quietly. "If you're a girl that works at a gym, you have to deal with stupid stuff like that."

"One, you don't have to do anything. Two, that was not 'stupid stuff'. That guy made my skin crawl." Something about that guy's presence, or demeanor told Seth to stay away. On paper he was an even match with that guy, and Seth still didn't want to fight him. The guy was rotten to the core and had malice in his heart. A true sadist, if Seth had ever met one.

"Well, he's only here three times a week and one of them is my off day. So it's not so bad."

"If he's a regular, how come I haven't seen him before?" Seth inquired.

"He used to come earlier in the day, but now he's been coming in closer and closer to closing time." Paige said, going to pick up the towel bin and get back to business. She didn't want to think about-

"Wait, what?! Paige, you know how that looks to me, right? You're a smart girl. Don't tell me you're not connecting the dots." Seth was starting to legitimately worry about his friend's safety. Nothing was past that guy. Paige had to know that. "Look, I'll come to the gym when he's here, just so I can keep an eye on him."

"I don't need a babysitter," she protested.

"I don't care. I'll be here."

...

Roman looked at his phone and considered calling Paige. He was missing her like crazy, and her texts of 'can we please talk?' were weighing on him. He wanted to talk to her, but he was afraid of what he might say.

After long and careful consideration, Roman realized he was jealous of her. He was jealous of her youth and freedom. She wasn't tied down like he was, and it made him green with envy.

The guilt from that realization was eating him up. Roman loved Nina. He loved her more than he had ever loved anyone or anything, but he missed having freedom too. Even though he was smart enough to know better, he felt bad. So bad, that he had bought Nina a new TV for her room. Shit, he had taken her to see Disney on Ice too, something he had sworn he would never do.

Nina was a blessing, and she made him happy, but there were things out there that could add to that happiness. Paige was one of them, but he couldn't explain his absence without admitting things he didn't want to admit.

"You gonna do any work today, Reigns?" Punk asked as he walked by. Not even looking at Roman.

"Sorry, boss." Roman said, pocketing his phone and getting back to work.

...

Punk reached his office and nearly sighed with relief. The PI was here. He was finally going to get to the bottom of this information leak. Upon entering, the fat, balding man turned to Punk.

"Mr. Punk?" Heyman asked, reaching to shake Punk's hand.

"Punk is fine," he said, shaking the private investigator's hand. They sat down. The PI stared at Punk in a crude manner. Punk could feel the man sizing him up. Punk didn't like it, but this man was here to help.

"So what's happening here? One of these guys sleeping with your wife? Embezzling?" Heyman asked, opening his laptop bag, and pulling the ancient looking machine out.

"Are you Amish or something? That machine is older than Stan Lee," Punk laughed. Heyman laughed too, surprising Punk. He was beginning to like the PI.

"Old habits, Mr. Punk," Heyman smiled. "So, why did you call me?"

Punk's brow furrowed in thought. It was complicated to explain to a stranger. "Well, someone inside this business is giving information to my competition. They're answering phone calls from the competition, and talking anywhere from two to ten minutes."

"Who usually answers the phone?" Heyman said, typing already.

"Seth Rollins. He's been here since we opened. You gonna start investigating him?" Punk was curious how this all worked.

"No, I start with the least suspicious. Then move on. You have a list of employees? Addresses, phone numbers?" Heyman asked. Punk pulled up the list on his computer and emailed it to Heyman. "I'll get started with this tonight."

...

"Oh God, Dean!" Seth grabbed Dean's hair rougher than he'd meant to, but the blond was teasing him.

They were the last people at work. Seth had suggested they go back to his place, but they never made it out the door.

Dean had pushed Seth into the sixties model... Something? Saying he'd "always wanted to fuck in one of these". The shorter man couldn't object.

Seth thought the blowjob was just to get him ready, but Dean was drawing it out. Teasing Seth into a frenzy seemed to be one of Dean's favorites. Just when Seth felt like he was going to explode, the mechanic would pull away from his cock and start kissing him ferociously. The last time it happened Seth thought he might die. He needed to come and Dean just wasn't letting him.

"Ya like that?" Dean purred, licking a wide stripe up the dark haired man's shaft. Putting pressure on the vein under the head.

"God, yes," Seth groaned. His cock twitched with want as Dean made his way back up to Seth's mouth. Seth had had enough of this. He grabbed the back of Dean's head and pushed the blond back down toward his painfully hard member. "Finish me off." Seth commanded, holding Dean's head down on his cock.

Dean had to keep from smiling. He had been wondering how long it would take for the other man to take charge. Three denials was apparently enough. Sure, Seth was getting rough, but Dean was into it.

He took Seth's cock as deep as he could, making the other man groan in pleasure. Dean started to move and realized Seth hadn't let go of him. Seth was holding him on his cock and only giving him about three inches. Just enough to bob his head. Heat rushed through Dean's veins. Seth was dominating, and he liked it. It was a shock to the system, but a good one.

"Mmm, yeah, just like that," Seth hummed in approval. "Suck me off." Dean's cock twitched at Seth's lusty tone. No man had ever spoken to him like that and Dean found that he loved it.

Seth felt Dean becoming more enthusiastic, and moaned with relief. He was going to finish this time, and Dean was gonna make him do it.

"That's right, Dean. Make me come," he told the blond exactly what to do. He heard Dean whimper around his cock and realized his partner was enjoying the dirty talk. He was enjoying being dominated. Something Seth thought the mechanic would never be okay with. But there was Dean moaning around his cock while being dominated. It was like a dream. Maybe he could add to Dean's arousal. "You like my cock in your mouth, don't you?"

Dean just hummed in response, making Seth's balls tighten. God, Dean was really digging this. Holding him down even harder, Seth thrust a little with every bob of Dean's head. A moan vibrated through Seth's dick.

"That's right. Take my cock," Seth commanded softly. Dean palmed himself through his jeans; Seth really had him going. He was insanely turned on. "You ready for my cum? You ready to gulp it all down?" Seth asked, watching the other man respond.

Dean moaned around the shorter man's cock. He couldn't think of anything he wanted more than Seth's load. The dominance the dark haired man was showing had him harder than ever. The pace quickened and Dean kept up, badly wanting to make Seth come. Seth grabbed handfuls of Dean's hair, making sure he couldn't move this time. The blond would bring him release no matter what.

"Ready?" He asked for the last time. Dean nodded once. That was all Seth needed. His release slammed into him and his seed spilled into Dean's waiting mouth. After all the teasing, his orgasm was earth shattering. His toes were curled and his ears were ringing. Nothing existed except Dean and his own thrumming pulse.

Opening his eyes, he stared up at the roof of the car. He had no idea how he was going to take care of Dean after that. Then he felt Dean move and heard the car door open.

"Where are you going?" Seth asked when he realized Dean was leaving the car.

"To, uh," Dean's face was red with embarrassment, and he was trying to cover a spot on his jeans. "I need to-"

Seth cut Dean off with a searing kiss. It was all Seth could do not to laugh. Not to add to Dean's embarrassment, but in triumph. He had made Dean come and hadn't even touched his cock.

"What was that for?" Dean asked, feeling a bit less embarrassed.

"I like you," Seth said simply, running his fingers through Dean's hair. He had messed it up pretty bad. "You don't have to be embarrassed around me."

Dean gave Seth a small smile. "Okay. Now I'm gonna make a quick trip to the bathroom before we leave."

"We?" The dark haired man questioned.

"Yeah, we're going back to your place." Dean smiled and gave Seth a peck on the cheek.

Dean left the car and headed off toward the bathroom. Seth hoped he took a while to clean up. Seth wasn't going anywhere for a while. He zipped up his pants, leaned back in the seat, and smiled up at the roof of the car. Yeah, not going anywhere for a long while.

A/N: please review