So then, I've been a fan of wrestling for many years, and became a fan of wrestling fan fiction the moment I discovered it existed. This was actually the first pairing I ever read, so one might call this a mile stone story for me.

I very quickly became a fan of the work of one particular author, and I'd seriously suggest checking out his work. He originally posted under the name Elstro1988, but has since changed to DashingJetBlack. If you haven't read any of his wrestling work, I suggest you do, they're bloody brilliant I think, and some of the first fan fictions I read. He's in my favourite authors list if anyone is interested.

Anyway, not sure on a story line, or even if this is going to have more chapters to it. Have to see how it goes, and what the reception is like. I also don't really right slash, so I'm sorry if the scene isn't the best.

What I will point out is that I don't have much patience for the stage name and actual name bit, so we're just going to stick with the stage names. So, Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins, and anyone else who may appear.

Well then, let's get on with it people.

The Lunatic Fringe, Dean Ambrose, sat in a corner of the otherwise deserted locker room. Sweat streamed down his dirty blond locks, and his toned, slightly tanned chest. He'd stripped out of his vest and jeans, his version of 'ring gear' as soon as he got into the locker room, leaving him in nothing but a pair of tight, black boxer shorts.

Dean liked the look, but the outfit was damnably hot to compete in. He'd have gone back to using his old, pre WWE ring gear, but a certain someone always thought the fans drooled too much.

A wry smile flashed across his face, as he slowly stood up from the bench. Fans drooling, yes, of course they did. Maybe it was more that his other half was jealous, and obviously so; must have been the chest hair and tight trunks that drove both groups mad.

His body was sore, and tired from the evenings match up, though any pain was still dulled by the ever present adrenaline. Tagging with Roman was always fun, as was competing against Seth.

Wrestling Seth, hitting Seth with things, now that was especially enjoyable.

He cracked his neck a few times, gave his shoulders a small roll, before stripping out of his underwear. He rummaged around in one of his gym bags for a moment, before pulling out a bottle of shower gel. Nothing interesting, just run of the mill shower gel.

Sure, he made endless amounts of money, but Dean Ambrose was a simple man at heart: beer, whiskey, a comfortable home, enough money to get by, and, of course, the individual who had captured his heart. Not that he'd ever say the last part.

Dean loved this time of day: the show had ended, and nearly everyone had already moved off to the assigned hotels; meaning he had the showers and locker rooms entirely too himself. It was silent, and peaceful, and gave him just the right environment to wind down.

He made his way towards the shower stalls, intent on washing away the grime and filth from the evenings work. He selected a stall towards the end of the block, further indulging in his isolation.

He turned the water onto full blast, and adjusted the temperature to one of its higher settings, and stood under the stream. Dean bent over slightly, and leant his head against the tiled wall. The heat of the water, and the steam, slowly relaxed his tense muscles, and slowed his still rapidly beating heart.

Ambrose closed his eyes, and allowed his mind to drift slightly, as exhaustion washed over him in gentle waves.

XXXXXX

Seth Rollins, the WWE World Heavy weight Champion, made his way down an arena hallway with purpose. He had a certain destination in mind, and wanted to get there as quickly as he could.

He knew a particular man would still be in the locker rooms, no doubt tucked away at the back where no one else would try to talk to him or interact with him in any fashion. How the dirty blond maintained such an air of isolation was beyond Rollins at times.

Rollins rounded another grey, breezed block corner, and came within sight of the men's changing area. He approached the door, and slipped inside as quickly and quietly as he possibly could. He had no intention of being spotted until he chose to make himself known to the other man. He was greeted by a number of things when he set foot in the changing area. On the one hand, there was the smell of stale sweat and deodorant, something that every arena changing area seemed to smell of in equal quantity. The other thing that greeted Rollins was a faint sound wafting through the room from the back, a combination of running water and a deep, gravelly voice singing.

Little known fact, Dean Ambrose actually had a very pleasant singing voice. A bit deep and off key at times, but still very enjoyable to listen to. The man had a certain talent for singing a bit of classic rock.

When the rain fell
And the flood came
And the wind blew hot like a hammer on these walls
We didn't crack or break or fall
We built this house on a rock, ohh oohh oh
This house on a rock, ohh oohh oh

Seth Rollins smirked slightly, the man was certainly in there, and showering from the sounds of things. A rather perfect situation to find him in, Rollins thought.

Rollins stalked forwards, as quietly as he could, and made his way into the shower area, and towards the end stall, where a certain blond lunatic was currently showering, a singular intent in his mind.

XXXXXX

Dean was lost in thought, relaxing under the strong spray of the shower and singing a rock song to himself; just the right way to unwind after a long day in his mind.

That relaxation and calm was obliterated when he felt someone slip into the shower stall with him. Someone who was naked, male, and clearly aroused.

Before he had chance to react, he was pushed against the stall wall, his head and face pressed directly against the warm, wet surface of the tiles. His heart began to beat faster, as the adrenaline came rushing through his body yet again. He wasn't afraid, not exactly.

The male began to slowly rub his erection against Dean's arse, whilst running his hands up and down Dean's torso. He tried to break out of the hold, but found himself unable to move; a combination of strength and having another man's weight on his back preventing him from moving.

He twisted his head far enough to the side to speak, even if half his mouth was still pressed against the wall.

"Who the hell are you? What the fuck are you doing?" He put as much menace into it as he could, not easy when ones face is pressed against a shower stall wall; and one isn't wearing anything.

Dean felt the man chuckle against him, the sound was strangely familiar. The hands stopped roaming, and settled into a gentle embrace around Dean's body. He felt a gentle puff of breath against his ear; the whole thing was strangely intimate.

"Just saying hello babe" Said softly, with a gentle kiss to the side of Dean's neck.

At that moment, what tension there had been vanished; Dean straightened up, the male letting him move freely. He turned around in the embrace, until he was face to face with his 'mystery' visitor, and wrapped his arms around him in turn.

Heavily tanned skin, dark beard, long hair coloured black and blond, but mostly black these days; well defined muscles all over his body accompanied by a dusting of dark hair.

Seth Rollins, his Seth Rollins.

A smirk graced Dean's lips, as he raised his eyebrow at the tanned man he was currently holding.

"So, this is your idea of a hello?" His gravelly voice indicated nothing but amusement "Could have given me a fucking heart attack Seth"

Seth laughed lightly, and kissed Dean's shoulders a few times, before looking into his eyes, a teasing smile on his face.

"Aw, come on. You're the Lunatic Fringe. The Dean Unstable Ambrose; no chance in hell of giving you a heart attack"

Dean simply smiled in response, before surging off the tiled wall, propelling Seth against the opposite wall, eliciting a whimper of pain and excitement, before he began to attack the long haired mans mouth with his own. The kiss started as a simple clash of teeth: passion, force and aggression, before a rhythm developed between the two of them.

Seth began to moan in a distinctly wanton fashion, as Dean began to roughly bite the man's bottom lip, before he forced his tongue into Seth's mouth, exploring the space completely. A move that did nothing but generate even more moans from the long haired man.

Dean felt the other man's hands claw their way down his back, the slight pain spurring him on even more, before they began to cup and squeeze his arse; Dean, in response, began to grind his erect member against Seth's equally hard penis. Dean broke away from the enticing heat of Seth's mouth, and moved onto his neck; he began to kiss and nip the area, driving Seth to make yet more noise.

One of the many reasons why Dean Ambrose loved to be the last person in the locker room; such solitude always meant a chance for some very loud sex with his very precious champion Seth Rollins.

Dean reached a hand blindly out to the side, fumbling against the tiles a few times before he reached his goal – the taps. He flicked the water off, and knelt before the tanned man. He cast his eyes upwards, giving Seth a seductive glance, with a slight smirk on his lips.

"I've been thinking about this all day Seth" Dean licked his lips, and placed a gentle kiss onto the tip of Seth's penis "Sucking that big cock of yours"

He began to run his hands up Seth's legs, lightly massaging the firm muscles, before running his hands around to the tanned mans plump, yet muscular arse cheeks. He parted them slowly, and ran a finger slowly along Seth's entrance, circling the puckered skin and applying a small amount of pressure.

Seth rolled his head back, eyes closed and mouth agape. His heart was pounding, his cock pulsing with need and arousal.

"Fucking hell Dean, stop teasing me" Seth's words came out in a gasp; part need, part frustration. A combination that did nothing but make Dean chuckle.

"As you wish"

Dean gave Seth a final devilish smirk, before he moved his head forwards, engulfing the tanned mans sizable erection in one swift move. At the same time, Dean slid a finger past the tight ring of Seth's opening, moving the digit at a constant pace until he reached his knuckle.

The combined sensation of wet warmth and the penetration caused Seth to jut his hips forwards and then back again, attempting to seek more of each sensation. Seth began to moan softly, a sound that increased in volume into a near keening as Dean began to swirl his tongue around Seth's penis, before sucking with ardour.

Dean withdrew his finger completely, before pushing it back in, accompanied by a second finger. He began to slowly part his fingers, stretching Seth's opening; an act that did nothing but produce an even louder set of moans from Seth.

He began to thrash from side to side slightly, grinding his hips on the fingers stretching him, whilst thrusting into the welcoming warmth of Dean's mouth. He could feel a certain tension building in his lower regions, a sure sign of an approaching orgasm. He started to thrust back with force, pushing his engorged cock as far down Dean's throat as it could go, before thrusting back onto the lunatics fingers, hitting his prostate each time, every strike sending waves of pleasure throughout his body, inching his orgasm even closer.

He looked down through half lidded eyes, admiring the sight before him. Dean Ambrose on his knees, cock in mouth, stroking his own erection in time with the thrusts into his mouth.

"Oh fuck Dean, I'm gonna – "

Seth was cut off mid sentence, finishing instead with a loud cry as his orgasm washed over him. His muscles clenched around Dean's fingers, as he came inside the other man's waiting, eager mouth. Seth could feel Dean swallowing around him, a sensation that made the whole thing even more pleasurable and erotic.

Dean groaned in satisfaction, the vibrations running along Seth's now tender and flagging erection, before he released the member from his mouth with an obscene pop. He grinned up at the long haired man, a small trail of cum running down the corner of his mouth, as he shuffled towards the opposite wall of the shower stall.

Seth watched with obvious interest, as Dean continued to stroke his own erection at near break neck speeds; within a few seconds a guttural sound escaped his throat, as he came over his hand and stomach.

Dean allowed his head to fall back against the tiles, eyes shut and a satisfied smile on his face. He laughed, for a brief moment, before looking back up at Seth, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"So then Mr Architect, was that good for you?" there was a sarcastic hint to his tone, one Seth knew translated into nothing but affection.

Seth pushed off the wall, crossed the small distance of the shower stall, and collapsed next to Dean, resting his head on the shaggy haired mans shoulder. Dean tilted his head slightly, in order to look down at the other man. What he saw was a soft smile that conveyed nothing but affection.

"You're an ass Dean"

Dean smiled in response, and gave the other man a soft kiss on the forehead.

"It's true; but I'm your ass"

Seth smirked up at Dean, and ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

"I'll be getting your ass when we get back to the hotel" his voice dripped with sexual innuendo, something that Dean Ambrose happened to consider quite the turn on.

Dean leant down, connecting his lips with Seth's, in a gentle kiss; all affection and tender intent, as opposed to their usual passion and desire. Their lips moved gently against each others, no desire to rush things evident.

When they finally broke apart, Dean gave Seth a final kiss on tip of his nose, before whispering directly into the other mans ear.

"Whatever you want Seth. Remember though, I'll fuck you just as hard afterwards"

Lyrics come from the song "We Built This House", by the Scorpions. Wonderful group I think; feel free to listen to the song if you like.

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