Ambrollins : Be My Baby

Chapter 34

Seth POV:

A part of the original weirdness has gone now, and we feel much more relaxed around each other. We hardly have time to process it thoroughly, but we're not concerned about anything as we are getting the time of our lives.

When Dean wanders around and dumps all his things in a bundle, I watch it amusedly and stack my pieces beside him. Before either of us find somewhere to get comfortable and relax, we catch each other's attention.

Our gazes lock onto each other in an almost frozen state. As we continue to stare at each other, a smile creeps up on our faces. We can't believe how happy we are in each other's company and how to delight our growing relationship is making us.

After realizing we are staring at each other with the most cheesy grin imaginable plaster on our faces, we burst out laughing. Dean puts his arm forward to bring me toward him.

Without hesitation, I make my way toward him and feel fabulous being so close to him. It feels even better knowing that we have private and clean space. We continue to stare at each other, taking in other one's beauty.

"Do you wanna watch some television?" He pipes up to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

As much as I'm enjoying my moment with him, I begin to wonder what doing everyday things with him will be like now. I nod excitedly and wrap my arm around his waist, holding him tight.

He takes me over to the couch in front of the flat-screen television and motions for me to sit down. He turns the station on and hands me the remote, motioning to it. Just like this, I wonder he allows me everything at my decision.

I can guess he isn't a big television guy, so I should have figured I will choose what we want to watch. I become nervous suddenly, worrying that my choice will make him like me less. What has gotten into me?

I feel like it's the first time that we are meeting. It is a strange feeling for me to be imitating again. I had gotten so used to doing things on my way, not being particularly bothered by what other people thought, especially him.

It looks like maybe he is having the same effect on me as I notice I've been having on him. I flick through the channels whilst he stares at me and plays with the ends of my hair. I'm delighted that we have a nice quiet night together, even to hang out like we've used to, maybe with a few added extras.

Dean POV:

I'm not used to being the cuddling and snuggling type, but with Seth, I love nothing more than just being close to him in whatever way possible. So, even if it means watching through some silly show that I probably get excited over it, I think it is worth it.

He finally settles on a show after going through the channels countless times. As soon as he puts the remote down, I pull him close and cuddle with him. Is it the new feeling that everyone will get after committing to a relationship?

I can't care less about what is on the screen in front of me; all I care about is the man in my arms. I'm initially interested in what he decides to watch, however, now being so close to him and feeling the motions of him breathing in and out, the flashing images in front of me no longer matter.

I close my eyes and inhale his scent as I lay into him, playing around with a loose thread at the bottom of his shirt. I press small kisses on his neck and hope everything will be this smooth like his skin.

He pulls away from me suddenly and glances at me amusedly. The look on his face is something new that makes me excited. The energy he is feeling now is quite the same as mine.

So when he passes over me, I slap his ass like it's the most natural thing in the world. And the reaction I get makes me smug as hell. I stroll behind him, but he gets into our room and closes the door quickly.

When I unlock the door and enter our room, I notice he's not here inside. I look around in search of him until I hear the water running sound from the bathroom. I smile and lean against the doorway, waiting for him outside.

He grins when he sees me and knocks me with his shoulder on his way into the room. Something about this whole thing makes me giddy, and I can't wait to see what will happen next.

Even though he doesn't turn to look at me, just busying himself with getting a towel and drying off his face, taking a swig from a bottle of water, fussing with arranging the blankets, I know what he is doing.

I hum and go up next to him, straddling in the bed and looking up at him. I don't know what to do, so I drum my hands on the bed tunelessly and try to get his attention.

"Do you want something?" He huffs, tossing the blanket away and turning to look at me with one hand on his hip.

I nearly burst out laughing just looking at him. I shrug innocently, "Just enjoying the view."

"Fuck off." He says, but there is a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth that betrays him. "You're in my way."

"Oh, sorry." I hop off the bed and move to put myself directly in front of him, our chests nearly touching. "How's this?"

"You're an idiot." He says but doesn't try to move away from me. His voice holds a fond edge to it that's new, and I have to keep poking at it that I can't help myself. His eyes are locked on mine, expecting my next move.

I'm still grinning as I back him against the wall, both hands on his hips. I feel almost drunk on him, intoxicated just being around him again, so when our lips meet this time, I find myself humming in his throat.

He cups my face with both hands, acting like he's in control as his tongue forces into my mouth, but then I slide my hands around his back and use my palms to grab his ass. His breath hitches, and he lets out, "Ah!"

"What the hell are we doing?" He asks, breathless between deep, burning kisses.

I bite his lip gently and press in harder against him, "Just starting our new life.."

"I-I don't know if I'm ready for that." He mumbles, looking around the room in search of something. When he finds he gets nothing that his eyes are looking for, he turns to look back at me with an empty mind. He gets free from my hold and lies on the bed, shifting on his side and thinking about something.