Warnings: Slash (Stone Cold Steve Austin/Dean Ambrose), Smut, Mild Profanity.

It was an odd mix of boredom, and desperation that had Steve first making an account in the first place. He'd moved to this city for work, and unlike back home, he knew no one. His new job wasn't bad, frustrating at first, but he settled in. It didn't hurt that when he started another new guy started too, but he'd not been as clueless as Steve. He, as a native, knew the city, for him this was a home-coming rather than being shunted somewhere new and exciting. Steve had tried to get into the scene here, but he'd discovered that it was lousy with twinks, and femmes. He's got nothing against flashy, pretty boys, but they're not what Steve's looking for in a partner. They're fun for a night, but anything longer than that they're troublesome, and he'll be damned if they don't all just lie there and take it. He prefers a partner, even one who's only in it for the night, to be more energetic. This is how he ended up downloading, and joining, one of those dating apps. He only looks at it when he's desperate for a fuck, because he knows he's not going to find a long term anything there.

Long term, he's got his sights set on the other new start, but actually getting the charming Mr Brooks to talk about himself for more than five minutes is like pulling teeth. They've been working together for the last three months, and so far Steve knows that Phil lives with his best friend, the thankfully straight struggling comedian who's actually fairly funny, has a pet dog, and really missed Chicago so came back home at the first chance he got. Going on the long term front is slow, and Steve's a man with needs that sometimes good old righty just isn't capable of meeting. That's where the dating app comes in. Dating is used in the loosest sense in this case. It's definitely not full of eligible bachelors looking for romance. It's nothing but guys looking for sex, which is not exactly what he's looking for tonight. Really, he's just bored, and frustrated with another day of not actually asking Phil on a date, or even just out somewhere. He dropped a few hints, but as ever it seems Phil is either oblivious, or not very good at saying he's not interested. Steve should probably just get his act together, and ask him, but that would require fucking up the hard work he's put into being Phil's friend, so it was a day of being friendly, hoping Phil would take one of the numerable subtle hints Steve threw his way.

u looking? - 08.23pm

The message comes from some profile Steve is pretty sure he's not visited. Out of habit he taps the picture. He's not certain if he is looking, but the guy in the profile picture isn't bad looking, and it's always nice to at least talk to an attractive young man.

Not even a hello?- 08:25pm

It's not the most leading, or telling response, if anything it's a little embarrassingly coy for Steve. He's not given to being coy, but it's sent now so he'll so what this guy makes of it.

hello wastes time. I'm looking, & I've only got a short window for hosting. - 08:26pm

Steve considers the message, and goes back to the profile picture, then through some of the others there. He's really not a bad looking guy, one night with this guy might be fun.

I can host if you want to travel... What you into? - 08:29pm

vers, u top? - 08:29pm

Yeah. You wanna meet at my place or a bar? - 08:30pm

bar – 08:30pm

The next message is the address of a bar that's surprisingly close to Steve's place. Close enough to not change his mind, because there's not time to think about it. He checks his drawer, making sure that there are condoms, and lube in the there. He takes a glance around the apartment, making sure it looks presentable. He pulls on his coat, spares a last look around his place, then slinks out the door.

Hey Steveo! - Phil Brooks 08:42pm

The message from Phil is a surprise, and Steve almost turns back home to just message Phil for the rest of the night. Steve debates what to say in response to Phil's message so long, that another arrives before he can send the simple hi he'd typed.

Colt's doing a set on Thursday, and as you enjoyed the last one he did I was wondering if you wanted to come see him again. - Phil Brooks 08:44pm

With me... - Phil Brooks 08:44pm

Kind of like on a date... Sort of... I mean if you don't want it to be a date I'll 100% understand, but don't let me asking to make it a date change your mind, I mean it totally doesn't need to be a date, it can be just us going out as friends, totally does not need to be a date. - Phil Brooks 08:46pm

Phil! - sent 08:46pm

It's a date. ;) - sent 08:47pm

I will completely understand you not being interested, so just friends is a-okay! - Phil Brooks 08:47pm

What? -Phil Brooks 08:48pm

I mean great! It's at the same place as last time, you remember? I'll meet you there at like 7? - Phil Brooks 08:49pm

I'll be there. - sent 08:50pm

He stashes his phone into his pocket, a strange bounce in his step. A date with Phil is what he's been angling for since he first found out Phil was gay, and now he has a date. A date, and being offered hookup all in one day, for Steve it feels like some curiously benevolent god is smiling down upon him.

He arrives at the bar quickly, casting around to try to spot the guy from the app. It's not too difficult, after nine on a Tuesday isn't exactly the busiest time of the week. He's better looking in person. A little taller than Steve, slender, all tousled messy hair, tight jeans hugging his thighs, and a beer in his hand. Steve goes over to him, and takes a sit on the stool beside him. Steve orders himself a beer, and the guy smiles over at him.

"The name's Dean." He sticks his hand out, and Steve shakes it simply because it'd be the polite thing to do.

"Steve." He smiles, getting a lazy smirk back from Dean. He's not sure if he should bother with small talk. They both know why they're here, this is a quick drink before they get down to business.

"Right." Dean nods, drinking from his beer. "You're not form around here?"

"Texas... That's not a local accent you've got there, either." Steve wonders how fast he should go with this beer. Awkward conversation is never fun, but it will be necessary if they hang out in this bar for too much longer.

"Nah, I'm not a local boy." Dean nods, and downs the last of his beer. "You wanna get this wagon rolling, cowboy?" He smirks, slipping from his stool. Steve's not finished a beer this fast since college, he's just as eager to get this show on the road.

Once they're in his apartment, Dean wastes no time, and shedding his coat, and kicking off his shoes, although Steve doesn't either. Clearly, Dean's as experienced when it comes to hookups as Steve is, so there'll be no time wasted in pleasantries.

"This way." Steve starts kissing Dean, and backing him towards the bedroom. His hands slip under Dean's shirt, pushing it up, and then pulling it over his head when they enter the room. Dean strips his pants off, revealing a lack of underwear, and flops back on the bed.

"Lube?" He asks, watching Steve with a lazy smirk on his lips, one hand around his cock, jacking it slowly.

"Drawer beside the bed. Grab a condom too, would you?" Steve removes his own shirt, and then tugs off his pants and boxers.

"Yeah, yeah." Dean tosses a condom at Steve, and pops the lube bottle open. He coats two of his fingers, and slides one into himself. "Get it up, and I'll handle this." Dean tosses the lube to Steve, and starts gently fucking his ass with that one finger. Steve takes a seat on the edge of the bed, his eyes focussed on where Dean's finger breaches his ass. He watches that one digit sliding in and out, wriggling from side to side, trying to pry Dean's hole open faster. The second finger is added quickly, and Dean's back arches off the bed, his hips thrusting into the air.

"You look fucking good like this." Steve reaches out, and runs his hand down one of Dean's thighs, earning a mix of a laugh, and a moan.

"I look fucking good no matter what." He meets Steve's eyes easily, confidence exuding from him. "I'm ready. How bout you, cowboy?" Steve rolls his eyes at what he's going to assume is Dean's attempt at a pet-name.

"I ain't no cowboy." Steve rolls the condom down his hard cock, and coats it in lube. He positions himself between Dean's thighs, and lines up with his hole. "You ready?"

"Already said I was, cowboy." Dean smirks, and Steve thrusts into him without warning. The shivering moan he gives is satisfyingly delicate sounding, and Steve sets a punishingly hard pace, getting more of those deliciously soft moans from Dean. He leans down for a kiss, feeling Dean's hands digging into his shoulders, and his heels into the small of Steve's back. "Harder, cowboy." Dean pants when he breaks the kiss, his body arching into Steve's. Steve pulls out, and flops onto his back.

"Why don't you do the riding?" Steve strokes his cock lazily, watching Dean pull himself back together enough to change positions.

"You're the cowboy." He mutters, taking a hold of Steve's cock, and easing down it. "But I suppose I can take over on that front." He grins, and starts moving. It's slow at first, his tight body squeezing Steve's cock as he moves at this tantalisingly slow pace, but he gathers speed, until he's all but bouncing on Steve's cock. Dean's head is thrown back, his throat bared, hoarse moans escaping him every so often. Steve shifts, and takes a hold of his hips, guiding his movements, pulling him down more firmly, making his movements a little slower, but driving his cock into Dean's pliant hole more deeply.

"Touch yourself." Steve nods towards Dean's hard cock, his movements making it slap against Dean's stomach, leaving a little smear of pre-cum on his defined abs. Dean's eyes crack open, a slither of blue, contrasting sharply with his flushed cheeks. He wraps one hand around his cock, and starts jacking himself off, his palm rubbing over the head every so often. His moans increase in frequency, his movements becoming a little more erratic, meaning Steve has to work harder to keep Dean's ride smooth.

"Gonna cum." Dean manages to grind out as he starts milking his release from his cock. His cum splatters onto Steve's stomach in a few spurts, and Dean seems to go boneless with it. Steve wraps his arms around Dean's waist, holding him tight to his chest, and starts thrusting up into him firmly. One, two, three more thrusts, and Steve's cumming into the condom. Dean lifts himself from Steve's cock wearily, and flops onto his back. Steve pulls the condom off, knots it, and tosses it into the trash can near his bed. There's a moment of silence between them that lasts until Steve can't take it anymore.

"So..." He hadn't thought about what to say, he just wanted to break the silence, and now that it's been broken, Dean turns to him with a grin.

"Well, thanks for the ride, cowboy." Dean chuckles as he gets off the bed, and stretches. "I'll get going, but feel free to message me again. It won't be my first rodeo, so we can go longer." He starts pulling on his clothes. Steve sits up, and rubs a hand over his face. He pulls his boxers back on. "I know my way to the door." Dean mutters, as he leaves the bedroom, and wanders over to where he'd kicked his shoes.

"I'm a Southern gentleman, I'll show you to the door, Dean." Steve chuckles, getting a dismissive snort from Dean. He pulls his coat on, and waits by Steve's front door, the lazy smirk from the bar back on his lips. "I might send you a message sometime." Steve offers as he pulls it open.

"You do that, cowboy." Dean presses a quick kiss to Steve's cheek, and leaves. Steve heads to the shower, and considers changing the bed sheets, but decides against it. It's late, and he's working in the morning, so showering, then heading to sleep seems like the most sensible thing to do.

"You seem especially cheery this morning." Phil doesn't look up from his work when Steve gets into the office, but Steve supposes the jaunty little tune he's whistling gives away his good mood.

"Hmm, I am." Steve leans against Phil's desk, and very deliberately sets the coffee he'd bought on his way to the office down in front of him.

"What's this" Phil looks up from the papers he's pouring over, a smile playing around the corners of his mouth.

"A little morning pick-me-up." Steve grins, and heads for his own desk. The desk closest to the window, Phil's is closest to the door, and between them there is what is loving referred to as the trash heap. A desk that is covered in all the random snippets, and papers that might be useful but aren't at the moment. "Where's the trash heap?" The third desk in the office is cleared, which is both unexpected and confusing.

"They hired another reporter." Phil's turned back to what he was reading, and Steve frowns at the now clear desk. "The stuffs in boxes near the filing cabinets, and I quote, where this fucking fire hazard is supposed to go." Phil's impression of their boss is pretty impressive, and Steve barks a laugh at it.

"So where is this new reporter?" Steve boots up his computer, intending on starting writing up the think piece he's been fobbed off with this week.

"No idea. Stopped in like an hour ago, said hi, and left." Phil's definitely distracted by whatever he's working on, so Steve falls silent, starting to type.

"So... Fancy seeing you again." Steve looks up at the familiar voice, meeting the familiar lazy smirk, the familiar eyes, the familiar tousled hair of the guy from last night. He can't find his voice, and he glances around the tiny office, utterly relieved to see Phil's desk empty.

"What are you doing here?" Steve grinds out, hoping Phil's gone following a lead rather than just in the bathroom or getting more coffee.

"That's not a friendly way to greet your new colleague, Steve." Dean laughs, and sits down behind his desk. "So... We-"

"Hello again." Phil returns from wherever he was, interrupting Dean, earning an odd look from him, a look Steve's seen before, a look he's sure he's directed at Phil many times before. "So, Dean this is Steve, Steve this is Dean." Phil sits back down behind his desk, and starts typing, thankfully oblivious to the tension in the room.

"Yeah... We've met." Dean smiles over Phil, then turns with a broad grin to Steve. "Haven't we, Steve?" Steve nod awkwardly, and clears his throat.

"Yeah, we met." Phil makes a vague uh-huh, his attention clearly on his work. Steve stands, needing out of the office before this gets more awkward. "I'm gonna head for a coffee, the usual?" He rests his hip against Phil's desk, getting a distracted nod in response.

"I'll have a venti americano." Dean says, his tone uncomfortably low and teasing. "I like my coffee like I like my men, big and American, cowboy."

Hello! So this is scheduled for a few more chapters, so hopefully if you've made it to the end you enjoyed it. If you did, please do let me know by reviewing, every little word makes my day, and keeps me motivated.