The Shield One-Shots Book 3

Forbidden Attraction Pt4/Ambrollins

 Dark grey clouds billowed across the sky, blocking out any glimpses of the afternoon sun, threatening rain as Dean stood in Seth's backyard playing fetch with Blue and Kevin. It's been a few days now since his entire damn life was thrown into chaos thanks to his asshole boss at the damn bank, a freaking job he didn't even want in the first damn place. That slimy little shit had accused him of stealing thousands of dollars from different accounts. Dean may be a lot of things but a damn thief isn't one of them. It didn't make any sense, why the hell would he steal from anyone when he could get money any time he wanted from his damn father? And how would he even have done it when he not only didn't have access to any of the accounts but he was also always shadowed by another damn teller the entire time?

 Dean heaved a sigh and threw the tennis ball for the dogs, watching their joyful barks as they scrambled after it. He sat down on the porch, the only bright spot in this shit show of an ordeal was meeting Seth. Dean had never felt such attraction before, and its intensity was messing with his damn head. After going to dinner with Seth's neighbors last night and all of the flirting that had ensued between them, Dean was pretty damn sure that Rollins was attracted to him too. Acting on instinct, he had kissed Rollins, hoping to feel something between them. The kiss proved he was right. Seth had kissed him back with equal passion but then suddenly he had pulled away, confusing Dean even more. He had been ready to leave and hide in his room, but Seth had grabbed his arm stopping him — and then kissed him again before pulling away yet again.

 Dammit, this shit was so confusing. Seth's feelings were so obvious, so what the hell was the problem? Liking someone and wanting to screw them senseless until they couldn't walk or remember their own name wasn't against any law, but for some reason, it was still taboo. Suddenly, the sky lit up like a flashbulb, grabbing the attention of both dogs as they stopped playing to bark in unison at the clouds. The rain started to fall, big fat drops that soaked Dean within seconds. Cursing, he stood up and tried to round up the canines before they got too wet, but they weren't having any of it, running away from him like giddy kids. It wasn't until Seth arrived home from work that Dean was able to wrangle them in. Confused, Seth opened the back door to find his friend soaking wet and chasing the two dogs around the backyard in the pouring rain.

 "Why are you playing with the dogs in the rain?" Seth called out.

 "Trust me, it's not my choice." Dean replied frustrated. "I can't get the little shits inside."

 "Have you tried treats?" Seth asked.

 "What?" Dean asked confused.

 "Let me try something." Seth said smiling as he went and got the box of treats from the cupboard and returned to the door. "This should do the trick." He added as he shook the box.

 Hearing the treats, both dogs stopped running and looked at Seth before they both raced toward him, followed by a soaking-wet Dean. Once everyone was inside, Seth shut the door and gave both dogs a treat before he went to the bathroom, grabbed two old towels and returned to the kitchen. He then began drying the dogs off, Dean was soaked, his clothes so wet they stuck to him like a second skin, showing off all of his muscles, giving Seth a heart attack as his clothes clung to him in all the right places. It was even worse when Dean took off his wet shirt, Seth couldn't help but stare at his body.

 "I need a warm shower." Dean said annoyed, not noticing Seth staring at him.

 "I... I'll get dinner." Seth said as he quickly looked away before Dean caught him staring at him.

 "I'll be done in 20 minutes." Dean said sighing as he left the room.

 "Dammit, Rollins, get yourself together, Dean is off limits, he's your client." Seth scolded himself angrily. "Staring and fantasizing never hurt anyone though." He added smiling as he remembered what Dean looked like without a shirt on and the way his wet clothes had clung to his body showing off everything.