I Walk Alone: An Ambrollins Fanfiction

Haunt Me

*MAN x MAN content this chapter!!*
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Seth quickly took hus shirt off. He walked towards Dean with a confident stare. Dean smirked and chuckled, "You sure are co--" Seth's lips hit Dean's before he could finish his sentence. He lingered for a moment longer, then allowed Dean time to breathe. Dean could barely get anything out other than "Mhm" after being startled yet aroused. Seth's lips were quickly locked onto Dean's for he could not stand to spend a moment away. They split for a second when Dean raised his arms so Seth could take his shirt off. They were soon entangled in each other and toppled onto Dean's hotel bed. Dean laid overtop of Seth and looked into his eyes. Seth smiled while Dean held his face. Neither of them said anyhing, and they didn't have to. Dean closed his eyes and crashed into Seth. Their sessions were often like this, pausing from irresistabls kisses they couldn't get enough of to look at each other because they missed one another. After long, intense periods of rustling the sheets, it was morning, which was also a reoccuring pattern for them. Dean stood up out of bed, back facing the fresh sunlight. Seth thought he looked like an angel. His silhouette so big and strong, and his shaggy hair being lit up like a halo. He certainly seemed like an angel. That's how he made Seth feel. Hd crawled back into bed. Seth placed one arm over him and kissed his cheek. "Good Morning hot stuff," he joked, sort of. "Why Seth?" Dean said, this confused Seth. "Huh?" "Why'd ya do it? Good for nothing low-life."

Seth woke up, breathing heavily. The surrounding area was drenched in sweat and the bed looked like a battlefield. He shuffled around as if what he had just dreamt was real, it certainly felt that way. "Oh God," he muttered to himself. He sat up in bed, then caught something out of the corner of his eyes. That pair of jeans. They weren't his. A girl exited his bathroom. What? He sure as hell hadn't slept with women in a good amount of time. He looked at her confused, then shook his head and looked down. Dammit, he thought. I frustrated-fucked someone. "I guess I'll go," the innocent voice said, she had no idea. "Thanks, Seth. I hope things get better." She exited. Maybe she did know. And she knew his name too. Seth quickly ran to the bathroom as he thought he was going to get sick. He stood up after several gags and looked in the mirror. He though he saw Dean. He turned around hopefully, nothing there. Images of Dean asking "Why?@ and calling him good-for-nothing played on repeat in his mind.
So the guilt hauntings began.