Yes.

Fuck yes.

Dean very much cared to join him.

But.

Despite being a porn star, he was still caught a little off-guard when finding a hot guy jacking off casually in somebody else's house.

Clearing his throat, he attempted to muster some composure. "Uh, hey."

"You're Dean Ambrose," came the response, a statement rather than a question, and one that was accompanied by heated approval in the raspy voice of the other man.

"I am," Dean nodded. "Who are you?"

The man rolled his eyes, an expression of mock-disbelief on his handsome features. "You really don't know? I'm Seth freakin' Rollins, that's who."

Dean obviously looked mystified, as Seth continued. "My family owns an entertainment empire, one branch of which is this company. We cater for all audiences, including people who just want to watch others get fucked. You like to watch, Dean…?"

"I prefer to get fucked, to be honest," Dean shrugged, slowly starting to feel more comfortable after the initial shock. "So, do you live here, or do you make it a habit to masturbate in other people's homes?"

Seth cackled loudly, his hand still gripping his cock. "Roman's my boy, he's fine with it. I was feeling a little pent-up and wanted to take care of it. It's not healthy to walk around with blue balls, I could lose my eyesight or something."

"Riiiiiight," Dean drawled, taking his own opportunity to roll his eyes.

"I bet you don't have that problem," Seth commented, while shamelessly eyeballing Dean's physique. "I've seen your videos, and I gotta say, I'm a big fan. You have one of the best cumshots in the business."

Dean smiled sweetly, his dimples popping. "Thanks. I don't think anybody's ever complimented me on that before, I appreciate it."

"Don't just stand there, come on in, get comfortable." Seth shifted over on the bed to make room for him. "How do you feel about showing me the real live experience of that cumshot? You interested?"

Dean ambled over, perching himself on the edge of the mattress, taking a good long look at Seth's dick. He was a smoking hot guy, with abs and biceps that would undoubtedly feel fucking great. But Seth's most appealing feature was the fact that he blatantly wanted Dean. That had been something he had expected from his scene partner earlier that day, but had been sorely lacking. If Roman didn't want him, that was fine, because there were plenty of other dudes who did – Seth being a particularly appealing option. He could definitely work with that dick, they could both get what they wanted.

"I'm down with that," Dean said, prompting Seth to lean toward him, their mouths getting closer and closer-

"Dean? You in here?"

Both men on the bed froze, startled by the interruption.

Dean glanced over his shoulder and found Roman standing on the threshold, an otherwise blank expression on his face, while his eyes assessed the scene in front of him.

"Hey Rome," Seth called, waving. "You looking for this guy? Guess you found him. Isn't he cute?"

Roman nodded curtly. "Dean, you got a second?"

Dean looked back at Seth, his eyes trailing down to that still hard dick. He really wanted to feel wanted…but, this was Roman's house and he was a big deal in this industry. It wouldn't make sense to disrespect him while Dean's career in the big leagues was still in its infancy.

"Sure. It was nice meeting you, Seth."

"You too, Dean. I'll be sure to find you again."

Dean stood and threw a casual little salute at the naked man, before walking over to Roman and following him out of the room and down the hall into another one.

Roman stepped aside to let him pass, turning and gently closing the door behind them. He blew out a tight breath and placed his hands on hips, before facing Dean.

"Are you okay?"

"Me? I'm great." Dean shoved his hands into his pockets, his shoulders rising in defensiveness. "I filmed my debut for the company today, and then got to attend your party. I'm swell."

"Is that so?"

"Yep. Never been better."

"Then why are you acting like a cornered animal?" Roman wondered, taking a couple steps closer.

"Because I like my personal space," Dean pushed out the words, refusing to cede any ground.

"How do you like Seth?" Roman's eyes were zeroed in on his face, never once looking away.

"He seems like a nice guy," Dean answered honestly. "I mean, what's not to like? Seems like he knows how to have a good time. I dig that."

"He does," Roman agreed. "But I do too."

"That's nice," Dean said, glancing off to the side.

"Can you please look at me?" Roman was now right in front of him, less than an arms-length away.

Begrudgingly, Dean complied with the request. Grey eyes were watching him, concerned and hinting at a few questions.

"Thank you for being my scene partner today," Roman said. "I had a great time, and am honoured to have been your first partner in the company."

Dean frowned, "You're thanking me? I'm the lucky one here. You're the biggest star in the industry, you gave me an in that would have taken me at least a couple more months to snag. I'm the grateful one. Thanks for giving an unbelievable opportunity to a kid from Cincinnati who never expected it."

Roman smiled, his face relaxing instantly. "I guess we're both appreciative of what happened today. What did you think of it? Honestly?"

Internally, Dean cringed at the question. If he spoke the truth, he'd sound like a whiny little kid. He had already spent a chunk of this evening stuck in his head, overthinking every little thing and becoming bitter because of it. He couldn't continue to be that guy because, in truth, Dean was never usually that guy.

"I had fun," Dean said, trying to keep his tone light. "No health and safety concerns, and I got to come. What's not to like?"

Roman's smile faded slightly at that. "…I'm glad you enjoyed it. I did too. So...what are you gonna do for the rest of your time in San Fran?"

With that bullet dodged, Dean relaxed a little. "Maybe hang out with Seth, he could show me the sights before I fly out tomorrow."

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"What's really going on with you? I've tried to be patient and find out, but you're bullshitting me. I want to know the truth, and you're going to tell me. "

Dean's earlier anger flared up again. "What the fuck is your deal? You don't get to demand anything from me. We did a scene together, that's it. Big deal. I don't owe you shit. You didn't even fuck me!"

If he had been thinking rationally, he wouldn't have said any of that. What happened to not burning any bridges? Had he just dumped his prospective career down the john with that little outburst?

Roman blinked slowly, his mouth open in surprise. He certainly hadn't been expecting that reaction. "Is that what this is about? You wanted me to fuck you?"

"Wh-what? No, of course not." Dean abruptly turned to look out the window, suddenly very interested in the minutiae of the suburban street outside. He felt Roman come up behind him and rest a large hand on his shoulder. The next words were whispered in his ear.

"You wanted me to fuck you - is that the truth?"

His pride told him to lie, but he had already exposed himself so much already – what was the point?

A simple nod conveyed the message.

A hard chest pressed up against his back, thick arms winding around his waist.

"I wanted to fuck you like you wouldn't believe."

Dean snorted, "I don't need pity, Roman."

"And you're not getting it. I wanted to fuck you so badly. Do you have any idea how hot you were during our scene? Giving me everything I asked for, but being yourself while you did it? That shit is exactly what I like, what I want."

"If you like what I'm throwing down so much, then why didn't you fuck me…?" Dean turned his head as he said it, searching Roman's face, needing to know if he was being played for a chump.

"I didn't want the first time to be on film. Saying this out loud makes me sound cheesy as shit, but I wanted it to be just for us. Taking our time, only thinking about each other. I've been watching you for a very long time Dean, I didn't want to do a throwaway scene with you. I wanted every moan and sound and expression you made to be just for me."

Dean's stomach flipped. He didn't know how to respond to that. He had assumed that Roman wasn't really interested, and had used his influence at the company to rearrange the scene to suit himself.

"…did I fuck it up?" Roman's voice, as deep and beautiful as it was, sounded small and uncertain.

"Well, yeah," Dean admitted, resting his palms on the window ledge. "I thought you didn't want me, that you regretted your decision. And then gave me a consolation prize – a mould of your dick."

Roman buried his face in Dean's neck, shaking his head. "When you put it like that, I sound like a giant asshole. Fuck. I always thought I was self-aware, but apparently not."

"You're the biggest star around, I don't think that leaves a lot of time to be self-aware."

"Don't, you're being too kind to me," Roman said, lifting his head. "I was a jerk, I should have explained myself. I was in a trance after that scene, I'm so into you that I lost the run of myself, making stupid assumptions that you were thinking along the same lines."

It was time to man up. Dean spun around in Roman's arms, deciding to finally be direct and speak his truth.

"I was all kinds of messed up after the scene. It was an overwhelming day – I finally get my big break, then I meet you, then I'm told I'll be doing some touchy feely shit and after all that, the hottest guy I've ever met didn't want me. That can really mess with a guy's self-image."

"I'm an idiot," Roman agreed. "But I'm being so damn honest here – I want you, Dean Ambrose. It would be my pleasure to get to fuck you, in any way you want. I know you aren't too comfortable with the gentler stuff…"

Dean nodded affirmatively. His anger had melted away. How could he be mad when the man standing in front of him was making himself so vulnerable – all for the sake of making Dean feel better? A guy of Roman's stature didn't have to do it, but he had spoken up and explained himself. It meant a lot to Dean.

"You still wanna fuck…?"

"Absolutely," Roman replied, his answer resolute.

"Good," Dean smiled, placing his palms on Roman's pecs. "But we're gonna do it my way."

Last chapter coming up next! I've never finished a story on here, this is momentous ;-)

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