"Mr. Ambrose you're father called when you were at lunch. He said he needed you to meet with some company reps down in Atlanta there is a problem with the plant down there." His secretary Lana was a pretty young girl but he hated how assertive she seemed even though she honestly had no clue what was going on. He seriously had come to think his father must be fucking her for her to keep her job this long. "Yeah Okay I'll give him a call." Dean said while he walked right by her rolling his eyes before he stepped into his office slamming the door. He took of his blazer and threw it on the ground before stomping over to the desk and throwing his self into the chair. "Fucking Atlanta" he mumbled out loud to himself he was just there and he didn't want to go back. He had only been home for three days now what the hell could have went so wrong in three days that he would need to go back for? He swore his father just didn't want him around and this would be a way to make him get lost once again for a few days. He knew he was going to have to go though he couldn't tell his father no after all this entire place would be his one day if he showed his Dad he could handle it. He picked up the phone and sighed when he sat there listening to it ring when he held it against his ear.

"Hey there son." His father chirped into the phone "I need you to go back to Atlanta; I guess Lana told you already."

"Yeah Dad she did what's going on down there?" He asked as he tapped a pen against the expensive glass top on his desk.

"The damn manager down there is stupid as a sack of blocks. He allowed the workers to make a list of demands and there is talk about them wanting to form a union. I figured if I sent you down there with some coffee mugs and t-shirts you could hand them out and try to settle them down. Maybe sweet talk them a little flash your smile and let the dimples win them over.

"Dad you expect t-shirts mugs and my face to talk these people out of forming a union?" Dean asked but he couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't care what you and the dimples have to do ladies man just talk them out of it." He said sarcastically Dean rolled his eyes he didn't know who was around his Dad this time but it must have been someone with some sort of wealth and power because here he was again playing the straight boy.

"Yeah Dad I got ya." He said already sounding defeated he hated trying to be the greedy self centered do what's best for business kind of guy all the time. If he ever did make this place his he was going to change everything about the way everybody operated here.

"Okay good you can leave in the morning I'll arrange for the company jet to leave at nine am I want you off the plane and at that company by twelve thirty I have the manager calling an assembly after lunch." He Dad cleared his throat "Got it?"

"Yeah I got it I leave at nine. I suppose you want me to prepare a speech too?" Dean asked dreading the idea of having to waste the rest of the day at work then heading home to have to write a speech.

"Of course I do" his father laughed actually surprised that his kid even had to ask.

"Okay I'll talk to you tomorrow Dad." Dean said in to the phone when he stared out into the skyline of New York City. He was about to hang up but he heard his father begin to speak once again.

"No need to call me tomorrow just relay how it all went to Bill he will report everything to me." Dean sighed he loved Bill he was like an uncle to him but he hated how his own father couldn't even make time for him to talk about how things went when he insisted that Dean be the one to go and do them. "Oh and make sure to leave the little lady at home this is business not pleasure" and right after that was said his father ended the call.

"Fuck" Dean said a loud annoyed he slammed down his phone on the desk not even caring if he broke it. He hated his job sometimes and he wished he went ahead and finished school he had only had about a year of collage left and he could have became a veterinarian. He loved animals and dreamed of working with them since he was a kid. His mother encouraged him and knew it was his dream so she insisted he peruse it and made him focus on it so much he hadn't even known she was sick. She made sure he stayed busy enough and far enough away from home that he never even knew she had cancer and he blamed himself once his father called him to come home right before she died. He didn't have much more than a couple weeks with her once he came back and losing his Mom had hurt so much that Bill had talked his Dad into offering Dean a place at the company. He thought he may become closer to his Dad by working with him but all his father really did was push him away every time he got a chance.

"Hello Mr. Ambrose." He heard Lana say when she opened the door directly after knocking "I have your schedule here she announced when she set the paper on the desk in front of him. How stupid did this man think Dean was? They just talked about all of this he didn't need his father's little toy typing up an itinerary for him to follow.

"Thanks" he said as he waved her away while he stood up grabbing his briefcase he stepped over his blazer which still lay crumpled up on the floor when he made his way out. He needed to get home now he didn't even care if he did the rest of his work today right now he had to think of a way to convince his significant other to not beat the hell out of him because he had to get left behind once again.

…

Once Dean arrived home he jumped out of the car just as it came to a stop he asked the driver to stop at a local package store and he picked up some wine and a bottle of JD for himself he couldn't be bothered to drink anything but the hard stuff tonight. He stared up at the building and sighed he dreaded this and he figured that maybe if both of them were drunk the news may be easier for the other man to hear. Somehow he knew the penthouse apartment at the top of this building was going to be a very cold and lonely place to be tonight though.

The elevator never moved so slowly before he thought to himself sure he had to stop on a few floors to let some passengers off but living on the fiftieth floor was a joke. He hated his apartment more than he liked it and he would have moved if it didn't make his partner so happy. Once he finally reached his floor he stepped of the elevator into a huge foyer. The room was gigantic enough to have a party for around two hundred there if you needed and he remembered when he first moved in that he had more than a few of those there. He unlocked the door and yelled out to the other man who was no doubt spoiling himself somewhere because there was no way he would have left the house yet it was far too early in the day.

"Seth where are you?" He made his way through the huge apartment looking in and out of rooms for the brunette. The apartment was much bigger than two people would have needed there was so much space. His Dad insisted he have the best though once he planned on staying in the city so he was forced to move in here. James Ambrose would never have his son live in any conditions but the absolute best he had to keep up appearances after all. "Seth" Dean screamed out once again.

"I'm in here" he heard the other man call out. Just then he knew he was in the bath no doubt Seth was such a spoiled little princess sometimes Dean couldn't stand it. He loved him though and continued to wait for the Seth he fell in love with to return. He missed him the shy unselfish adorable Seth, the one who use to greet him at the door after work and rub his back as they fell asleep in each other arms. He use to make sure Dean had eaten breakfast every morning he even made it for him and then after he ate he stood by the door and kissed him goodbye before telling him to have a nice day. He couldn't remember the last time that happened he couldn't even remember the last time Seth had kissed him at all.

"Seth I got you a bottle of that wine you like." He smiled as he said it trying to smooth things over already but he noticed Seth had a mask of some sort of gunk spread over his face and a cold pack over his eyes. He never understood why the younger man went through all that girly crap he always did sure he was a model but he only worked a few times a year and the rest of the time he spent Dean's money he never even looked for work he just waited until something fell into his lap. He mostly modeled for fitness magazines and adverts for pills or protein powders. He was in damn good shape Dean would give him that. He had the time to work out that's all he ever did now besides party anyways.

"Which one is it?" Seth asked sounding only slightly interested in finding out his hand emerged from the mound of bubbles inside the large tub to lift his cold pack from his eyes slightly.

"Ummm the expensive kind "Dean shrugged as he turned away from Seth and began to unbutton his shirt.

"I have several bottles of expensive kinds in the kitchen already. What are you up to anyways?" The brown eyed man asked before laying his head back once again.

"Well excuse me for trying to do something nice for you." Dean mumbled out at the same time as he stripped off his shirt throwing into the hamper. He didn't think Seth would hear him though and he started to walk out of the room.

"Nice is jewelry or maybe a fucking car not some fucking wine I could get that for myself." He heard the smaller man say while he was just about to walk out the door.

"And just how the fuck are you going to buy that Seth? Oh I know with my fucking credit card right?" He didn't want an argument but he would be damned if he was going to let Seth disrespect him in his house anymore maybe he needed to make the message clear.

"I spend your money sometimes but look at all the shit I do for you" the brunette yelled out sitting up so fast water splashed from the tub onto the marble tiles of the floor.

"You don't do shit for me Seth" he was really angry now and his raspy voice had a tone to it that should have struck fear into the younger man but he was so angry that he wasn't going to back down. "I don't know why I bother to stay with you." The taller man spat out before turning away trying once again to walk away.

"You stay with me because nobody else will suck your fucking dick that's why." Seth stood up fast knocking even more water out of the tub. "You can't get anybody else as good as me and you fucking know it."

"It wouldn't be so hard for me to find some random cock slut of the street with no job would it? You really can't be irreplaceable." Dean yelled as he pointed in the brown eyed mans direction "oh and news flash baby you aren't sucking my dick anymore are you?"

"No Dean I'm not sucking your dick" he screamed out as he wrapped the towel around his waist. "why would I want to suck your dick your to fucking busy kissing your fathers ass and sucking company dick." Seth stomped over to the sink scrubbing the fruity mask that was on his face off angrily "Lana called the house phone you left your cell at the office she is going to have it brought here so you will have it when you go to Atlanta tomorrow."

Dean turned and walked away he didn't say another word he just walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass form the shelf he cracked open the bottle of JD and poured the brown liquid into over half of the glass before walking to the fridge for ice he sighed as he dumped a handful in then took a big swig of the drink before leaning back against the fridge. Something had to change in his life he just wasn't happy anymore he felt dead inside and even though he didn't want to go to Atlanta tomorrow maybe he should because a break from New York didn't seem so bad anymore.

Later that night…

Dean was done playing the good son and had his speech all written out he worked on it for an hour as soon as Seth left the house not saying a word. Dean knew he had to be going out though because he was all dressed up his pants were so tight Dean Thought they would split if he bent over. He must have been going to hang out with friends then head off to some night club to get wasted and dance all night. That wasn't ever something Dean really liked to do and Seth always hated him for it. He grabbed another piece of pizza and another beer before sitting down on the chair next to his friend they were hiding out in the game room which was all Dean's because Seth never dared to step foot in there.

"You know it's time you just end this whole thing with Seth you have tried to make it work man nobody would blame you." Finn said trying to convince his friend that he should just move on "He doesn't make you happy anymore in fact he hasn't in a long time and you know if he's not fucking around with you then he is fucking around with somebody."

"I've put almost two years into this" Dean hung his head as he stared down at the can of beer in his hand. "That's a long time we use to be good together and I don't know that's he is messing around with anyone." Dean said trying to convince himself and his friend at the same time.

"There are a million other guys out there dude go find one that makes you happy." He reached over nudging his friend. "I also hate to remind you of what a little whore your man is but we both know he's fucking someone."

"Well thanks for stopping by and cheering me up I appreciate it." Dean said sarcastically.

"Call me from Atlanta man and let me know how it's going." Finn stood up and ruffled Dean's messy hair playfully. "I love ya brother have a safe trip" he smiled at the other man before he started to walk away "oh and if you have a chance get yourself some ass out there you are entirely to cranky lately and its killing on friendship."

"Can you shut up man?" Dean asked with a laugh before looking back at his friend.

"No I can't bye man." He said before he walked out of the room.

"I love you too brother and wouldn't depend on me coming back any happier." He called out to the other man. He and Finn had been best friends since the sixth grade the two of them were always there for one another. He never had a real blood brother but what he had with Finn was a sincere brotherly relationship in his mind that had to be what having a brother was like.

Six A.M.

The alarm clock blared throughout the room and Dean groaned in protest he didn't want to peak out from underneath the covers he didn't want to start the day yet. He pounded his hand against the intrusive sounding device as he mumbled out curse words. He rolled over to find the bed empty and no sign of Seth even being there at all he must have stayed out all night again. Dean hated sleeping alone but the thing is even when Seth was around he felt like he was alone lately anyways. He forced himself to get out of the bed and headed for the bathroom to grab a shower.

Once he emerged from the shower he decided he needed some coffee and maybe some aspirin. He had a bit of a hangover nothing major but it just added to the anxiety he felt for the day already. Once he turned the corner making his way into the kitchen he saw Seth sitting there at the table eating a bowl of cereal while watching some TV. The brunette barely even glanced at him he hated living in a house with someone who acted like they couldn't stand him. He grabbed a cup and poured himself some coffee. He practically spit it out once he tasted it.

"Fucking French vanilla" he mumbled setting the cup down and going to the fridge for water instead.

"I made coffee so I made what I like" Seth said aloud not bothering to take his eyes off of the TV.

"Well Of course you did why the fuck would you think of anyone else other than you." The auburn haired man slammed the fridge shut before walking away to go back into the bedroom to get dressed and finish packing.

…

Once Dean was packed and almost ready to go Seth appeared with a cup of coffee holding it out to the taller man as some sort of peace offering but it came with some sort of ulterior motive Dean imagined.

"So you're really going to leave again?" Seth asked throwing himself on the bed he pouted while he looked up at Dean. The sad puppy dog look he wore on his face was a bad attempt at getting what he wanted he always used that move.

"I have to I have to stop the workers from forming a union down there I got my orders from the boss." Dean grumbled out while he zipped his suit bag.

"I don't think that man knows how lucky he is to have a son like you." Seth said before standing up and moving towards Dean wrapping his arms around him from behind and resting his head on the larger mans broad shoulders. "I'm pretty lucky to have you too." He whispered out and Dean rolled his eyes but the younger man couldn't see it because he was behind him.

"What do you want Seth?" Dean asked almost annoyed because he knew that Seth wouldn't be so close to him if he didn't want something. He needed to leave he didn't have time for these games the car was already outside waiting to take him to the airport.

"I'll give you a hint it's little and platinum" He laughed after he said it and his fingers were now tracing Dean's stomach in small circular motions.

"Of course that's what you want." Dean said while he grabbed his wallet from the dresser flipping it open and pulling the mastercard out. Seth instantly stepped back unwrapping his arms from the other mans waist while he reached for the card. He jumped up and down clapping like a kid a huge smile displayed across his face. "Don't go fucking crazy with it and behave yourself." He warned the other man his serious blue eyes looking straight into happy brown orbs that glistened while they watched his fingers twirl he little plastic card around.

"I won't have a good trip I love you" He squealed out before placing a quick peck against Dean's cheek before he ran out of the room excited. The older man grabbed his bags and began to walk out of the bedroom.

"See you later I guess." He called out down the empty hallway in the direction of the kitchen. Now that he had finally mad Seth happy he sighed wishing he could do the same for himself.

Because my muses demanded this I have started a new story. I hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think so far.