The sun had just come up over the city skyline. It was warm in the little bedroom of their apartment. Both men were sweating profusely from the conjoined body heat and the lack of their AC unit. However, while one slept soundlessly, the other was sat up on the end of the bed. His stringy, gingery locks stuck to his forehead. Every moment or more, he found himself blowing at the dangling follicles that seemed to be oh-so-annoying.

It didn't take long before the man found himself in the shared bathroom with the cheap pair of clippers they had gotten for "manscaping". He didn't know the meaning of the word while his friend used every last drop of electricity to clean up his pubes or just trim his beard. But now, he was using it to buzz off all of those locks without a second thought. The man in the room over wouldn't like, considering he always likes to braid and play with it. Now he's going to have to pick it off the floor to do so.

"Oh my god."

Looking up, heavy-lidded blues met doey browns that seemed to be wide with horror. All the man could do, though, was smirk smugly at his companion. "Mornin' Sethie! Have a good sleep in all that summer night heat?"

"No. I had a nightmare about an ugly rat that managed to sneak into our apartment. Looks like it wasn't a nightmare since there's a heinously hideous one in front of me now." Rollins hissed as he moved to touch the now fuzzy, buzz-cut head.

The other smacked it away, though, holding his hand over his heart as he feigned heartbreak, "Ouch Seth, that hurt. Don't you know that this rat has feelings?"

The brown-haired man rolled his eyes as he watched. Then he smirked as he reached up again, but this time to hold Dean's face in his hands. "I think you look like a cute rat," he chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to Dean's cheek.

"Thanks," Ambrose hummed as leaned into the soft touches. "Just remember that I think you look like an angry poodle-"

"I do not look like a fucking poodle!" Seth huffed as he gave a light slap to Dean's dimpled cheek.

That didn't stop the other from letting out a hearty laugh, though. Which only made Rollins' face grow dark with blush the more flustered he got. It eventually lead to him just leaving the bathroom and disappearing around the corner into the kitchen. "Just make sure you clean up your mess. I'm going to the gym."

Dean rolled his eyes. "You know, for wanting to save money all the damn time, a gym membership sounds like the last thing we need." He stated matter-of-factly. But the only reply he had gotten was the sound of the apartment door slamming closed.

So with that, Dean just sighed in an exaggerated fashion before stepping out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Just like always, it was small; one circular table with two chairs, an oven with a two burner stove top, and three counter spaces that surrounded the space with a medium sized, creamy white fridge in the back corner. Just glancing at the cooling machine made Ambrose's stomach growl. However, the man knew that there was most likely nothing in it. He was proven right, too, when he approached the thing and opened it, revealing nothing but two bottles of beer, a stick of butter, and some leftover pieces of pizza.

"Yeah Rollins, I'll go grocery shopping. . . with the money I don't have." Dean grumbled quietly to himself.

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Sweat dripped down the bridge of his nose. As the sun beamed down on him, his black, leather jacket absorbed the ninety-degree climate. He refused to take the garment off, though, just allowing himself to be cooked within it. Also, he didn't want to reveal the scratches of his and Seth's late night activities. But as he was walking up to the double doors of the local food market, Dean stopped to observe the man who was just walking in. His hair was down to the middle of his back, and it was pitch black in color. The man's skin was a light caramel and rippled from the muscles moving underneath them. Dean felt his mouth fill with saliva. If he didn't have his mouth closed, he was sure that he'd be drooling over the sight. Maybe he could invite the man into their bed tonight; he'd have to get a couple pictures for Seth's approval, but still.

Dean blinked now, bringing himself back down to earth. When he peered back over, though, he saw that the man was seemingly looking him over. It was then that Ambrose felt his face heating up and his body felt like jelly.

"What're you lookin' at?!" The buzzed-cut man suddenly barked.

The greenish-brown eyed man raised a thick, black brow. Then he laughed softly before fixing his own leather jacket (that was on the browner side), pulling the neck of it closer to his face, before making his way inside. To which Dean followed, staying a few meters behind the other. There was definitely a vibe coming from the mystery man. Something inside Dean wanted to steer him away, but at the same time, he wanted to get closer to him. He felt as if he may know this man, may have seen him before. Met him? Dean didn't know, and he didn't care either.

Eventually, he stopped himself, Dean did. He stopped following the man around like a lost puppy and instead favored to finally start finding some groceries.

"C'mon Ambrose, stop thinkin' with your dick."