Caught in the act

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE characters, they are owned by WWE.

Rated: M

Pairing: Ambrolleigns

He sat in front of the stage, the half-naked woman in front of him. She rolled her hips in his direction but he couldn't be more bored. He looked up briefly, searching her eyes and ever so slightly shook his head. She understood and shrugged, putting that move into a dance action somehow and moved down the stage to dance for the next patron.

Now that his gaze was unobstructed once again his eyes crossed over the runway of the stage finding their target. Or rather targets. Two men sat in the back not paying any attention to the naked bodies moving all around them. They were sitting over some papers and were in an intense discussion.

The smaller one wore slacks and a business shirt which was currently rolled up at the sleeves and his first two buttons were open revealing a hint of dark chest hair. His two toned hair was held back in a sloppy tail.

The other guy, bigger in both size and muscle mass wore a pair of jeans and a muscle shirt, intentionally showing off his full sleeve tattoo on his right arm. Something tribal. His long raven black hair fell like a curtain over his broad shoulders and he pushed it back every now and then in a move that seemed to be learned over many years of growing that mane. Like a stallion. Yeah, that was a fitting description for him.

Dean had seen both men in action when business got rough at the strip club. Their strip club. To his surprise the smaller one was scarier in a fight. Where the big guy struck once to nail any opponent on the floor the smaller one was calculation. Mean. He worked any opponent over like some kind of architect. Patiently. Meticulously. Lethal. Dean wouldn't dare to cross either one of them but Seth, that was his name as he had learned by careful inquiries, he made his skin crawl whereas Roman, that what the other one was called, made his skin tingle.

Both were attractive and they were very much aware of it yet they didn't pay attention to the sea of naked female bodies around them. They rather shared little touches between themselves every now and then. They were a couple and Dean was intrigued by them ever since he had laid eyes on them three weeks prior. He came here every night now to watch them, planning his move. Granted, he had no plan. No plan A or plan B, none at all how to approach them, but it would come to him eventually. He was sure of it.

A waitress approached their table and placed down two beers. She was new and Roman beckoned her closer. He grabbed the strings of her Wonderbra and pulled them tighter together, making her breast stand up some more. He nodded, happy with the result, while she looked a little unhappy about showing off more of her breasts like that but she walked away without complaining.

Their employees rarely complained in their presence Dean had learned, only some stupid drunks were actually crazy enough to cross those two guys who radiated some kind of natural authority.

When Roman turned back to Seth he was greeted by a heated stare and a possessive hand grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a searing kiss.

Claimed.

Mine.

Seth made clear who that man belonged to. Grabbing Romans long hair he pulled his head to the side searching easier access into Romans hot mouth. Domineering. Possessive.

For the first time tonight Dean got hard and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Watching those two turned him on. It always did. Seeing Seth domineering the bigger man made his cock pulse. Dean topped as well and thinking about topping a guy like Roman...

Dean knew he stared and too intensely at that because Seth' eyes looked straight at him without leaving Romans mouth. He even worked his tongue in and out a little faster before he backed away sending a devious smile Deans way.

Caught.

Dean averted his eyes and he knew he needed to get out of here because that one glance almost had him coming right there in his jeans. Like a freaking teenager. Not that other men didn't have the same problem in a strip club. There were discreetly placed tissue boxes all around but Dean doubted that those men exploded from watching the owners of this establishment make out.

His only escape were the bathrooms and he made his way quickly over there without glancing at Seth and Roman again. The stalls were all empty but he choose one of the urinals. Opening his fly his cock sprang out. Hard and the tip all red and ready to burst. Gingerly Dean's hand reached out. It wasn't his habit to masturbate a la George Michael in public bathrooms but hell he needed a release. Right now. Just as his big hand wrapped around his hot length the door burst open. Dean flinched and turned around and his knees almost buckled at the sight and the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

Seth crossed the bathroom quickly while Roman leaned against the door crossing his arms over his massive chest, a smug smile on his handsome face.

"Hands on the wall eyes forward." Seth barked and effectively stopped Deans staring with his command.

To his own surprise he did what Seth had told him without a second thought. His palms met the cold tiles and he leaned in a little supporting much of his weight with his arms. His eyes studied the white wall with anticipation. He shuddered when he felt Seth closing in on him.

A second later Seth beard brushed over his right ear and he heard his voice whispering: "Saw something you liked out there?"

Seth bluntly looked past Deans body to his cock that still stood out proudly. When Dean didn't answer but instead wanted to turn his head he felt Seth hand on the back of his neck squeezing hard but not painfully hard.

"Eyes up front. I don't like to repeat myself and I expect my questions to be answered."

Dean swallowed and his cock bopped a little. He was not submissive in nature but Seth made him want to please him. Obey him.

"Yes I did." Dean told him his voice rougher than normally.

"I thought so. You came in here for three weeks Dean but you never watch our ladies. You just stare at us. Do you think we are hot?"

"Yes." Seth nodded approvingly since Dean seemed to have learned his lesson. And Dean didn't even wonder how Seth knew his name. He was far too aroused to form coherent thoughts right now.

"Care if I help you with that?" Seth hand brushed the tip of Dean's swollen member and he jerked a little, a soft moan escaping his lips. Seth seemed to take that as a yes because he wrapped his hand around Dean and started to push it up and down his length ever so slowly.

"Such a dirty boy. A lewd act. We should arrest you." Seth brushed his lips along Deans neck. Dean was taller than him so he had to step on the tips of his toes to caress the tender flesh under unruly dirty blonde locks but the effort was worth it because Dean shuddered and another moan resonated in the bathroom.

By now Deans muscles in his arms buckled and he leaned closer to the wall resting his head on the cold tiles.

Seth looked over his shoulder towards Roman who still guarded the door seemingly uninterested but his silver eyes were blazing and the bulge in his jeans told another story. Seth smirked and his attention returned to the task at hand. Or rather in his hand. He felt that Dean must be close so he sped up using Deans own precum to lube Dean's length even more.

"Tell me when you are ready." Seth told Dean as he started to not only pump his cock but twist it ever so slightly with every downward movement.

"Almost there..." Dean pressed out. He couldn't stand still any more so he started to roll his hips to meet Seth movements.

"Come." Seth told him after a couple more pumps and to Deans own surprise his body obeyed and he shot his hot spray all over the tiles and Seth hand.

"Good boy." Seth praised him but continued to milk him until he was sure that every last drop was out.

He stepped away and Dean felt suddenly cold without the other man pressing into his back. He was about to turn around when he heard Seth say:" Nah ah. Eyes upfront till you hear the door shut behind us."

Seth washed his hands while he continued: "Do you top or bottom Dean?"

"Top." Dean answered imagining his body over Seth' friend who remained unruffled at the door.

"Yet you bottomed wonderfully for me. If you ever feel like doing this for real...come find us."

Seth was finished drying his hands and he and Roman left the bathroom. When Dean heard the door fall shut behind them he walked to the sinks and washed himself as best as he could.

Could he do it? Bottom for men like Roman and Seth? He never liked being told what to do yet for Seth he had done everything without questioning. Damn if he wasn't intrigued to explore this side even more now.

He shut his fly and made his way outside again. Seth and Roman were nowhere in sight but when he wanted to pay for his drinks the waitress Roman had laid hands on earlier told him it was on the house.

So Dean left the club thinking about if he should come back here after this mind-blowing night...

The End…or not?

A/N: This is originally a one shot. But maybe Dean returns to the club. Or he doesn't. It is up to you!