"It's Time To Let Go."

Seth paced back and forth from one side of his kitchen to the other side. He was going completely insane and if he didn't do anything about it, he was going to go ballistic Dean has totally refused to talk to him. No phone calls, no text messages. He doesn't answer his door when Seth goes over there. The last time they spoke was when Seth went over to his house in the middle of the night and briefly at Roman's wedding, but even then Dean was answering with one or two word sentences. When Seth tried to pull him to the side, Dean would find an excuse to decline. And, he'd brought a date, which made Seth even more irate He couldn't take this anymore. Dean had to talk to him sometime.

Dean was trying his hardest to keep busy, but the memory of Seth's lips on him always seemed to slip into his mind somehow. He had to fight harder than he ever had to in his life to not give into the damn temptation that was burning his soul. Fuck, what had Seth done to him? A week and a half ago, he would have never envisioned himself with a man. Now all of a sudden he couldn't stop thinking about being with Seth. The things his body felt when he thought about the way Seth kissed him and his erection growing against his stomach was something he never thought he'd feel. He started to hate himself... calling himself mean words, trying to test himself to see if he was really those things. He couldn't deny to himself. He could to the rest of the world, but not himself. Each time he looked in the mirror, it just kept flooding back into his brain. He was slowly falling for his best friend.

Seth: Damnit, Dean, talk to me!

He sighed, throwing the phone back down on the bed and leaning back, rubbing his hands over his face and groaning. His phone buzzed again.

Seth: Please... I don't want to lose our friendship over this.

Dean wanted to write back... he wanted to say that their friendship is already completely shattered. There was nothing at that point in time that they could do to restore it.

Seth: I'm coming over. Please open the door.

Fuck... Dean stuffed his phone into his jean pocket and quickly grabbed a shirt, slipping it on and going in search for his car keys. When he found it, he went to the door, but stopped right in his tracks when Seth stood waiting for him.

"Are you going somewhere?" He stepped forward.

Dean moved his hair away from him. "No... uh, actually, I was gonna go for a drive."

"I know you got my text, Dean. Why are you avoiding me?"

"You know why, Seth. This," He pointed from himself to Seth. "This can't happen. It'll never happen."

Seth shook his head and stepped into Dean's house, closing the door behind him. "Can't we talk about it?"

"What is there to talk about, Seth? I'm not gay. I don't do... this."

"You're just over thinking things. If you just let go..."

"No! You're not hearing me. I. Do. Not. Do. This."

Seth walked up to him and pushed him against the wall, his body barely touching Dean's. "Then why do you respond to me so well?"

Dean refused to look at Seth. "Get away from me."

"Don't fight it anymore."

"Stop saying that."

"It's time to let go."

"No."

Seth leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Dean's neck, causing him to close his eyes and inhale deeply. "Stop fighting it." Seth whispered into his ear.

Dean wanted so hard to fight against it, but he couldn't anymore. His body was a ball of fire, his fingers itched to touch him. He dropped everything in his head and grabbed Seth's face, kissing his lips with all the passion he'd been holding back for the past week. Seth moaned and kissed him back, pressing his body again Dean, hands on his hips. His tongue slipped into Dean's tongue as he began to unbuckle his belt, pulling him towards the bedroom. Dean took off Seth's shirt, while Seth pulled down his pants, leaning down to kiss Dean's stomach. He got on his knees and pulled down Dean's boxers, grabbing his hardened length and stroking it softly. Dean groaned, throwing his head back and feeling himself grow harder as Seth's tongue caressed the tip of his manhood. He grabbed a handful of Seth's hair as his wrapped his mouth around his length, causing Dean to errupt in continuous moans as pleasure ripped throughout his body, making him tremble. Seth continued his treatment before standing up and pulling Dean to the bed as he took off his own pants. Now, both naked, laying on the bed... Dean on top, staring into each other's eyes. There was no turning back. They knew from the moment they first kissed that the damage had been done and that there was no denying that they both wanted each other so bad.

Dean leaned down and kissed Seth ever so lightly, brushing his hair away from his face. Seth smiled and did the same to Dean, holding the kiss for a bit longer. Dean moved away from Seth so he could get up and sit on the bed on his head and knees. Dean took in a shaky breath and leaned forward to kiss Seth's back all the way up, over his tattoo, and to his neck before guiding his manhood and slipping inside of Seth slowly. Seth groaned and squeezed the pillows, trying to adjust to Dean's size. After a few minutes, Dean was able to begin moving his hips back and forth. Everything else seemed to fade away as they made love. Dean was hungry with desire as he pushed himself into Seth, grabbing his manhood and stroking him while Seth moaned and enjoyed the ride immensely It seemed like hours before Dean exploded inside of him and Seth joined with his own contribution. They laid in each other's arms after, neither of them speaking, and fell asleep, basking in their after glow.