Out for Lunch
Paring: Seth Rollins X Dean Ambrose
Warnings: sexual mentions
Word Count: 1707
Tags: @ilzehs
Part 2
A/N: Inspired by the tweet that's been going around:
The nice warm spring breeze blew the umbrellas of the outside cafe tables that Dean and Seth sat at. They had some down time before their match that day, so the two friends decided to wake up early and explore the city they were in. They had invited Roman, but the Samoan was keen on sleeping in. Neither voiced it, but both had been hoping he’d say no so they could get some alone time together. Dean valued time alone with the guy he was pining after. As the day had wound on, they decided that there were in need of a lunch break and just so happened to be passing by a nice little hole in the wall cafe.
It was rustic and most certainly family owned, but also it was tucked away so they could be sure they wouldn’t be bothered during their lunch. The two sat across from each other, their ice-cold waters sipped on and their eyes scanning the menus. Dean had been toying with the idea to suggest that this lunch outing was a lunch date, but he didn’t want to possibly ruin the close friendship he had with Seth.
“I’m thinking salad,” Seth thought aloud.
Dean scoffed, “Of course you are, do you ever eat something not intended for rabbits?” he asked with a laugh.
Seth smiled, laughed and shot him a playful glare, “Don’t knock my salads, at least I’m staying healthy.”
“You’re healthy enough, risk a burger or two every once in a while. Live a little,” Dean pestered. He always picked fun at Seth, so this was nothing new, but Dean just loved to press his buttons sometimes.
“You’re such a brat,” Seth muttered, a grin on his face. He picked up his water and sipped it, “Would ya let me live, good god.”
It was Dean’s turn to smile and laugh, “It’s just so easy to pick on you, sorry Sethie,” he said innocently.
Seth rolled his eyes, “Well what are you getting then, huh?”
Dean shrugged, “Certainly won’t be rabbit food, s’all I know.” He turned back to his menu and continued his search for something that spoke to him. Meanwhile, Seth had decided and was scrolling through his phone while he waited for Dean to decide. He chuckled as he read the tweet that came across his phone screen. Dean looked up, “What are you sniggering at over there?”
Seth turned his eyes to Dean, the smile still on his lips, “This tweet: ‘If you and a same sex friend are eating out and request just one check and the waitress sets it down in front of you, she decided you’re the top.’” he said with a laugh. “The waitress always gives me the check when we’re out together.”
Dean was kind of taken aback by Seth’s comment; they were close, really close, but they didn’t really make sexual jokes like that, but the thought made Dean’s stomach do somersaults. He shoved them down, however, and decided to press further, “No way you’re a top. You just have this look, ya know?”
Seth lowered the phone, his eyes wide and his mouth opened in slight shock, “No, actually, I don’t know what you mean. Please, do explain,” he tested.
Dean shifted a bit, trying to figure out what to say without sounding completely thirsty for his best friend. “You, uh, you just look like the person with the money, ya know. I mean, I look like some street kid you took out for lunch out of pitty,” he said.
Seth narrowed his eyes a bit, “What do you mean, I look like the person with the money? Are you saying I look like a sugar daddy or something?”
Dean felt his face flush and he coughed a bit, shifting as he did so to try to hide it, “I, well, uh, I just-”
“Are you two ready to order?” the waitress said suddenly, saving Dean from digging his own grave.
“Yeah, yes we are,” Dean said quickly and looked to the nice young woman. As he ordered, he remained looking at her, but he could feel Seth’s eyes lingering on him.
When Seth had placed his order, the waitress left them alone again and Dean prayed to god that Seth forgot their conversation. Of course, Seth was not keen on letting it rest, “So, you were saying?”
“Okay, can we just drop it. It’s hard to explain, okay?” Dean asked, suddenly nervous again.
Seth smirked, “It’s not, actually. The way to explain it is the tweet is right. Don’t think I’m letting your doubt that I’m a top slide, by the way.”
Dean leaned back in his chair and tried to act as if he wasn’t picturing Seth in that very position, “I just don’t buy it. You’re too needy to be a top,” Dean argued.
Seth looked offended, “I can be needy and be a top too, thanks very much.” Dean took a sip of his water and avoided Seth’s eyes, “Now, what we aren't addressing is you not denying you’re a bottom.”
Dean choked on his water and sat forward in his chair, “Excuse me?”
Seth laughed, “I said it, you’re not denying it.”
“I think denying that you’re the top is denial enough,” Dean argued.
“No, no, no, there’s a difference. They’re two different things,” Seth shot back. He was now sitting back in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest and a rather smug look on his face.
“Okay, well, in that case then no, no way I’m a bottom. Come on, man. Someone like me and you think I’m a bottom? I radiate top energy, someone this rugged and badass and tough and you think I’m a bottom?” Dean argued.
Seth laughed, “Psh, puh-lease. You may come off as a rough, tough guy but I know you, Dean. You’re a softie and you know it,” Seth said, “Now me? I like the control, I like being in charge.”
“What, are you saying I can’t take control?” Dean tested, feeling a little bolder than before.
Seth shrugged, “I’m saying you need a firm hand. Not that you can’t it’s just that you don’t.”
Dean was about to respond when the waitress came up with two plates in hand, “Here ya go,” she said as she set down their lunches. Seth had gone with the salad and Dean had gotten a sandwich and chips. Dean welcomed the interruption and thankfully Seth used the food to halt his conversation with Dean, “Is this one check or two?” she asked.
“One, please,” Seth answered. She smiled and left them to enjoy their meal, “We’ll see who she sets it in front of and settle this once and for all.”
“Sounds good to me,” Dean said stubbornly and then turned to eat. He was playing devil’s advocate if he was being honest; Seth had him pegged from the start. His rugged, tough guy act was just that; an act. He’d recently come to terms with the fact that when he was with someone sexually, he wanted to be taken care of by his partner. Of course, he didn’t mind taking the reigns in the moment, but if he was honest, truly honest with himself, he was a bottom at heart. He also knew he was just testing the waters with Seth, that man was the second most-definite top man he’d ever met (the first being Roman, of course). He wanted to know A) what traits Seth had that he deemed top-worthy and B) how far he was willing to go talking about his sex life. It wasn’t really something they did, between the three of them, it was just kind of a topic they never felt the need to discuss.
The meal came to a close as they finished up their last bites and the waitress came over, “Can I get you guys anything else today?” she asked. When they shook their heads she said, “Alright, I’ll be right back with your check,” and then was off again. They waited and finished off their meals as she returned. Dean was urging her mentally to place it in front of him, just to agitate Seth, but she came over and placed it towards Seth.
Dean made a soft growling noise and Seth laughed at him, “What was that you were saying?” He paid the bill and turned Dean down on his offer to pay his half. “I got this one,” he said and put down the cash for the bill and the tip. They stood and made their way off in the direction of their hotel, which was a few blocks ahead.
“Whenever you’d like to admit you were wrong, I’m all ears,” Seth said with a grin as they walked.
“Pff, whatever. It was just some tweet, it doesn’t mean anything,” Dean argued. Seth just laughed and shook his head, “What?” Dean asked.
“You, you’re just funny is all. Can’t stand the fact that I’m right,” he said.
Dean shrugged, “I don’t mind when you’re right. I usually admit when you are, but you’re not right so here we are,” he shot back, stubborn in his argument once again.
Seth once again shook his head, “Okay, Deano. Whatever you say,” he laughed.
They were silent most of the way back to the hotel. Dean’s head, however, was not. ‘Make a move, dummy! Make him show you he’s right!’ his head screamed at him. He so very much wanted to make Seth prove him wrong, but for one, they were out in public and two, he was scared shitless of the thought. What if he prompted Seth to do so and he got weirded out by it? What if he prompted Seth to do so and he actually did? The thought made Dean’s mind race even faster, images of Seth taking control and having his way with Dean flooding his mind. He almost missed the front door to the hotel, his mind so distracted, so filled with him.
“You comin’?” Seth asked, an amused look on his face as he held the door open.
‘God, I wish’,’ Dean thought as he turned on his heel and followed Seth inside. Good god, what had he started?