"Well, it was your fault, dick!"
"It was my fault? Who’s the one that flinched last second?"
"You were coming in at a weird angle, I thought I was doing the right thing."
"Well, you thought wrong!"
Dean Ambrose stormed into the empty locker room, favoring his right shoulder. Seth Rollins was following close behind him, “Okay, I’m sorry! You happy? You’ll get over it, your team won the match anyway.”
Ambrose scoffed, “Oho yeah, cuz that’s what I care about most. My freaking shoulder is in pain and I care about the win.”
Seth was about to start arguing again when he saw the look on Dean’s face and he stopped, shutting his mouth again. Dean said, stepping closer to Seth, “I can’t take more time off, man. I can’t… My career will be over. It just means a lot to me, man, I’m sorry. You’re a great competitor, and I can’t do it…” he sighed and sat down on a chair.
Seth frowned and sat next to Dean, “I know it’s tough, dude. I was being careless. I didn’t take into consideration what it would do to you.”
Ambrose nodded, “Yeah yeah… look, it’s okay. I’m overreacting.”
"Yeah, you are," Seth chided. Dean smirked and looked up. He shoved Seth with his good arm, "You’re a dick…. dick." Rollins chuckled, "Great comeback, Dean," he poked his side.
"Ah! Don’t do that!" Dean jumped. Seth frowned, "You’re sore there?" Dean could’ve blushed but he stopped himself from it, mumbling, "Yeah…"
"Then come on, we’ll go to Doc and have him look at it," Seth said. He pulled on Dean’s arm. Dean shook his head, "Dude, leave it." Seth rolled his eyes, "Then let me see." He grabbed at his side again and Dean snorted, ducking his head and giggling. Seth grinned, "Something funny, Ambrose?"
Dean stood and walked to his locker, grumbling a, “No.” Seth chuckled and went behind him, taking him down over his shoulder, rolling him. Then he pinned him and wiggled fingers into his side, “I think you might be ticklish.” Dean laughed immediately, pushing himself upward to try and escape. Seth laughed at him and they rolled around on the ground for a while, each trying to pin the other.
"Youhu asshole!" Dean chuckled and growled as he grappled skillfully with Seth. Rollins smirked and would tickle any exposed part of Ambrose he could get to when they were fighting. So Dean would basically crumble each time.
"S-Seheth, come ohon, man!" Dean giggled once Seth had his arms pinned behind his back. He was scribbling fingers wildly over his sides.
Rollins smirked, “Not until you admit that you weren’t in pain, just ticklish.” Dean huffed and squealed when Seth stroked fingers into Dean’s underarms.
"NAHA! S-Seheheth! NohoHOHO! TIHICKLES!"
Seth chuckled, “What was that?”
"IHIT TICKLES, DAHAHAMMIT!"
Seth stopped and chuckled to himself, “Wahait till I tell the guys.”
Dean panted and he sat up, “Oho hell no! You’re not telling anyone, Rollins.” Seth grinned and he bolted out of the room, yelling, “DEAN’S TICKLISH!”
"Little cock sucker!" Dean exclaimed as he chased after Seth.
~The End~
