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What really gets him about this situation, Seth thinks as Dean attacks his hipbone with those vicious white teeth back at the hotel after yet another Raw victory, is that Vince stopped letting him and Roman walk out together because Roman can't keep his hands to himself for more than five seconds at a time.
Laying the gay on too thick for the WWE audience, he thinks. Hysteria bubbles in his veins until he can't hold back the laughter that makes his head loll back and his body shake.
He only sounds insane because he is. Lucky for him, it's a trait that won't go unappreciated tonight.
Not with Dean jerking his head up from the vicinity of Seth's groin and blazing the Crazy Eyes at him. He whips his head back and forth as if to shake off any extra voices he might be hearing inside the room other than Seth's. When he speaks, it's in a paradoxically sane tone.
"Something funny, Rollins?"
"I can't believe this is our life now and we're getting away with it."
They both know he means a whole lot more than just the sex, but there's a pause where they think of poor, unsubtle Roman. Who's probably off drinking his weight in alcohol somewhere. While someone does things to his dick... So not that poor.
Dean grins at him, obviously thinking the same thing. He looks like an evil clown. He shoots up from his crouched position and steps behind Seth in one smooth movement that plasters all 220 feverish-hot pounds of him against his back. He buries one hand in the bleached side of Seth's hair and shoves the other one into his briefs.
Dean's voice is almost deep enough to be subvocal at this point. The evil clown is still present in his tone when he says, "Believe it, Rollins. Buh-LEEEEEVVE in The Shield."
And goddamn if Seth doesn't do exactly that as Dean tears groan after ragged groan out of him with his relentless attention.
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