I love Common Law! Wes mostly, but I love Travis too. Anyway, I just thought that it would be amazing to write this. Wes isn't very Wes-y I know, but I'm still getting the hang of his character. I own nothing. Enjoy!
"Wes," Dr. Ryan said forcing me to look up at her, "You're quieter then usual. Is something wrong?"
"No," I said firmly.
"Wes."
"Nothing is wrong. I'm fine."
Dr. Ryan stared at me for a moment longer before sighing softly. I expected her to go on with the session, but instead she stood up and looked around. When she looked back at me a small sad smile was on her lips.
"Everyone," Dr. Ryan said calmly, "I would like to talk to Wes alone, please."
Soon only Dr. Ryan, Travis, and I were left. Both Travis and Dr. Ryan were staring at me, but I couldn't help but look past both of them. I didn't want either of them to try to figure me out right then.
"Travis," Dr. Ryan said motioning to the door, "Go back to work. Wes will join you later."
Travis gave me one more long hard look before slowly walking out of the room. Once Travis was gone Dr. Ryan stood in front of me trying to catch my eyes with hers, but that didn't happen.
"Wes," Dr. Ryan said shaking her head, "What is going on?"
"Nothing," I said feeling myself getting frustrated.
"Wes."
"Repeating my name is not going to magically make me spill every secret I have, Dr. Ryan. So you can stop."
"Okay, I'll stop. If you tell me what is going on."
"Nothing."
Another sigh fell from Dr. Ryan's lips. She always seemed to expect everything from me. First she calls me an asshole and tells me that it's probable that she can't treat me and now this.
There was just one problem with that. Actually there was a few different problems, but I was just going to focus on one. That being I wasn't even sure what was going on in my mind myself.
With a quick shake of my head I stood up and started to pace. For two days, ever since the weekend, I had been doing everything in my power to keep my thoughts away. Sadly, that was harder said then done.
"Wes," Dr. Ryan said shaking her head, "Please, tell me what is wrong. Or at least tell me what happened over the weekend."
"I met someone," I said stopping.
"Oh?"
Running a hand through my hair I wondered exactly how I was going to explain this. I mean, meeting someone wasn't all that weird. At least, it wasn't all that weird for other people.
As everyone in group, and out of group, loved to point out I wasn't one to move on. For me meeting someone was a pretty big deal. I really didn't want that to be a big deal though.
"Where did you met this person?" Dr. Ryan said softly.
"At the gym in my hotel," I said starting to pace anymore.
"When?"
"Saturday night."
"Why is this confusing you so much?"
"Because…"
Letting out a soft growl I wondered what Dr. Ryan would do if I rammed my head into the wall. I couldn't even begin to find a way to explain everything that had gone on over the weekend.
"Wes," Dr. Ryan said causing me to stop, "What was the persons name?"
"Zane Cross," I said my back facing her.
"And you can't get this man out of your head?"
Feeling anger fill me I picked up a random chair and threw it at the wall. As the pieces fell to the floor I felt regret fill me. I wanted the man out of my head, not destroy Dr. Ryan's property.
"I'm sorry," I said sadly, "I can't get him out of my head. He's…He is in my dreams, Dr. Ryan."
"And this is a problem for you?" Dr. Ryan asked cocking an eyebrow.
"I'm straight."
"Do the dreams involve something that makes you question your sexuality?"
I ran a hand through my hair once more. This could not be happening. I was completely straight. I have never thought of another man before. It was just a one time thing.
"Wes?" Dr. Ryan said knocking me from my thoughts, "Do the dreams involve something that makes you question your sexuality?"
"What do you want me to say?" I asked feeling anger course through me, "That I keep dreaming of Zane kissing me? Of him fucking me so hard I can't think straight? Or of him and I actually making love so slowly and perfect that I wake up and want to die because he's not next to me? Is that what you want me to say?"
Leaning against the wall I felt myself finally start to break down. I had only done this once before. With Alex. That turned into a whole mess that left…Well, it left me right where I am.
I allowed myself to slide down the wall as the emotions weighed me down. I wanted them all to stop. That was the thing that mattered to me the most right now. I wanted things back to normal.
"Wes," Dr. Ryan said kneeling next to me, "I understand this is hard, but you need to calm down."
"How can I calm down?" I said glaring at the floor, "When I've obviously gone completely insane?"
"You find it 'insane' for one man to be attracted to another man?"
"What? No. Don't twist my words like that. I'm not a homophobe. I'm just saying that I'm not one of those guys. I'm straight. I've never even looked at another man like this let alone start to dream about them."
"Until now."
A soft sigh slipped from my lips as I pulled a knee to my chest. I had never felt so confused and lost in my life. This wasn't supposed to happen. I always had everything figured out.
Then Zane walked into my life. It wasn't even all that spectacular when we met. Zane was running on a treadmill in a pair of baggy black workout pants and a black tank top.
He had shaggy black hair that kept falling in his eyes. His eyes were amazing. One of a deep ocean blue while the other was a bright forest green. His skin was a deep tan that was glistening with sweat.
I ended up staring at him for a little too long apparently because he stopped running and turned towards me. Part of me was hoping that he'd be a jerk and react with anger, but he just gave me a confused smile.
"Would you like to use it?" he asked in an Australian accent.
"N-No," I stuttered out before shaking my head, "I can use it later."
"I insist. I shouldn't be using it anyway, but who really listens to doctor's orders? I'm Zane Cross by the way."
"Wes Mitchell. What do you mean 'doctor's orders'?"
"Oh, I bruised a few ribs a couple of weeks back. That's what I get for challenging a semi-pro to a drag race."
"You drive cars?"
"Dirt bikes."
Nodding my head I slowly made my away closer towards the treadmill. Zane just smiled at me before going to a mirror and pulling off his tank top. Even from my angle I could see that he was pretty badly scraped up still.
It must have been a pretty bad crash if he was still that bruised up weeks after it. I couldn't help but wonder what he looked out right after the crash. That image, of course, made me want to throw up.
"It's was a pleasure to meet you, Wes," Zane said draping his shirt over his shoulder, "Maybe we'll see each other again."
"Maybe," I said nodding my head.
Zane gave me one more bright smile before walking out of the gym. Without thinking I turned my head towards his retreating body and watched him. Even with all the bruises he was gorgeous.
"Wes," Dr. Ryan said resting a hand on my shoulder, "I think you need to talk to Zane. See what happens with him."
"What?" I asked confused.
"These feelings aren't going to go away just because you wish them to. They might be easier to deal with if you confront them. Talk to Zane. Become his friend. See where that leads."
Nodding my head I stood up before helping Dr. Ryan up. Maybe she was right. Ignoring things never made them go away. If I talked to Zane and found out he was straight then I'd know to let it go.
"Thank you," I said softly, "And sorry about the chair."
"It's alright, Wes," Dr. Ryan said smiling slightly, "It's my job to help you. Now, I suggest you get to work. Travis is waiting to interrogate you."
"I doubt he went to work. He's probably waiting for me in my car."
"Still. You should go. Call me if you need anything."
"I will. Thank you again, Dr. Ryan."