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Chapter 13

Punk just got back to his room and collapsed on his bed. Did I really tell him I hate him? I don't hate him! I am fucking falling in love with him. This so fucking screwed up. Punk ran a hand through his hair and let out a scream. He started punching the bed before finally collapsing all the way down and squeezing his eyes shut. "Why does everything have to be so complicated?" Punk let out a tear before standing up and grabbing his phone off of the nightstand. He quickly dialed Dean's number and pressed it to his ear. "Please pick up."

Dean Ambrose got into his hotel room with Seth anxiously following him. He was trying to hide the smile creeping onto his face but was doing a terrible job at it. "Why are you fucking smiling, Seth?"

"Because I love you, and now we can be together with no more obstacles." He sat down next to Dean and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Dean sighed at Seth's forcefulness but didn't even try and pull away. Seth ran his tongue across Dean's bottom lip and he very reluctantly opened his mouth and Seth's tongue immediately plunged inside, exploring Dean's mouth. Dean was wearing a blue button down shirt and a black pair of jeans. Seth placed Dean down until he was laying completely on the bed on his back. He grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, revealing his muscular body. Seth broke the kiss and licked his lips, looking at the incredible sight underneath him. He quickly straddled Dean's hips and reconnected their lips. Dean was no longer reluctant even the slightest.

I am sick and tired of being hurt. Dean thought, while Seth continued to explore his mouth with his tongue. I want Punk, but I guess I am going to have to make due with someone that actually wants me. I know I am going to regret this the second it is over, but FUCK IT!

Dean knew he would regret it the second it was over, but he decided that he was going to enjoy an intimate time with someone who actually cares for him and won't kick him to the curb. His eyes grew darker and he got more aggressive with the kiss. Seth was started to get even more excited since Dean was finally participating.

Dean grabbed the bottom of Seth's shirt and pulled it up over his head. He then pushed Seth off of his so that he could stand up. Once he was standing, he quickly took his shoes, socks, pants, and briefs off. He laid back down on the bed and spread his legs wide.

He then caught Seth by surprise when he reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head down until he was looking straight at his cock. He opened his mouth and Dean plunged his way inside, moaning out. He held Seth's head there as he began thrusting his way up into Seth's more than willing throat. "Of fuck yeah! Show me how much you love me, Seth!" Dean threw his head back and let out a huge moan.

When Dean told Seth to show him how much he loved him, Seth was more determined than ever. He placed his hands on Dean's hips to stop him from thrusting up. He then seductively engulfed his entire cock and ran his tongue up the long shaft. "Oh! Yeah! Seth!" Dean let out a moan in between each word. Seth already had the whole thing in his mouth, but Dean placed his hands on his head and pushed it even further down, causing Seth to drool all around it which resulted in so much more pleasure for the love-sick Shield member.

Seth started to move up and down and Dean was meeting his throat by thrusting up as hard and fast as he can. Seth pulled his own cock out of its confines and began stroking it in time with bobbing his head up and down the long, thick shaft in his mouth. Dean began moaning out louder and Seth felt him tense up. He knew he was about to come so he began to pump his own cock faster, wanting to climax with his lover.

"OH FUCK YEAH! TAKE THE WHOLE FUCKING THING!" Dean screamed at the top of his lungs as Seth went all the way down just to feel a hot liquid trickle down his throat. Seth swallowed all of it as he came on his own chest. Dean laid his head down on the bed and let out a huge sigh. "That felt fucking awesome!" Dean sat up and headed for the shower.

He climbed in and was caught off guard when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist. "What are you doing, Seth?" Guilt and shame was slowly creeping into Dean. He felt like he was cheating on Punk even though they weren't together and probably never would be.

"What do you mean?"

"We can't do this. I was going to be with you to make you happy, but it wouldn't be fair since I can't return those feelings." Dean sounded almost sad. He felt bad that Seth wanted him but Dean did not want him. He wanted someone else. He was in love with someone else. Someone who he may never have. Someone who 'hated him'.

"That's okay. You may eventually. You will make me happier than you could ever know." Seth turned him around and looked him in the eyes. He saw nothing but sadness and hurt in his eyes. "Why can't you give us a try? I can make you happy. The only thing Punk has given you is pain. Why would you set yourself up to get hurt again?" Seth was trying to reason with Dean. He would do whatever it took to get Dean to be with him. And he would do everything it took to get him to fall in love with him. Seth felt like he could be better than Punk, at everything and Dean would have no choice but to fall in love with him.

"I'm sorry, Seth. But I just need to think right now." Dean tried to walk out of the shower but was stopped when Seth grabbed his arm.

"Just promise me you will give some thought about 'us'?"

"I promise." At that, Dean walked out of the shower and dried off.

The Next Day:

Dean Ambrose woke up the next day hurting more than he has ever hurt in his life. For the first time in his life, he woke up with actual tears in his eyes. He had the same dream multiple times last night.

'I hate you'

'I hate you'

'I hate you'

'I hate you'

Dean kept hearing those three words in his head and seeing the image of the look of pure pain and disgust on Punk's face. In his dream of that painful memory, every time the elevators closed he would wake up just to fall back asleep and re-live the exact same moment. It was absolutely killing him.

He covered his face with his hands and let out a heavy sigh. The next moment he shot up until he was sitting straight up. His eyes shot open and there was something in his eyes that he thought he would never experience again: hope. He got out of bed, thinking over a plan that he just thought of.

He quickly got out of bed and pulled on some clothes. After finally pulling on his last shoe, he grabbed his wallet, keys, and key card and left the room. He got in the elevator and headed down to the lobby.

When he made it to the receptionist, he slipped her a hundred dollar bill while whispering in her ear. She simply nodded and led him back to a conference room before going back to her desk and picking up the phone.

CM Punk was lying in bed. He had his head in his hands, not knowing what to do. It was a couple of days until Raw and he had nothing planned until then. Usually around this time during the week, he is trying to fed off Dean with his sexual attacks. But in all truth, he really liked those 'attacks' from Dean.

He got out of bed and pulled on some clothes followed by some shoes and socks. He figured he might as well make the best of the day and head down to the gym or something. He was about to walk out of the room when he heard his phone ringing. He walked over to the hotel room phone and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mr. Brooks?" A woman's voice echoed through the phone.

"Yes. Who's this?"

"This is the receptionist down in the lobby and I was wondering if you could come down here to discuss a problem that we are having with your room."

"What problem?" Punk was getting angry. He didn't need any more 'problems' in his life.

"I would like to discuss it more thoroughly in person, if you don't mind."

"Fine" Punk said through gritted teeth before hanging up the phone. He made his way to the elevator and down to the lobby before finding the select receptionist that called him.

"Hello? So what is the problem?"

The receptionist looked at him like he was crazy. "And you are?"

"Phil fucking Brooks."

She raised her eyebrows at the attitude but continued anyways. "Oh yes. My apologies, I didn't think you would be here so quickly. "If you would just follow me, we should be done very shortly."

Punk didn't reply. He nodded his head and followed her to what looked like a conference room. There were chairs, the head one turned around, the rest facing the right way. Punk was caught completely off guard when the woman went behind him and pushed him all the way in. "What the fuck?" Punk let out a scream but when he turned around he saw the woman was gone and the door was closed. He tried opening it but it wouldn't budge. He was locked in. "What the fuck is going on here? Let me out, you bitch!" Punk was trying to scream loud enough for someone to hear, but it seemed like no one could. He sat down in a chair and placed his head in his hands, trying to calm down. He let out a soothing sigh before looking up. He froze where he sat when he saw Dean Ambrose sitting across the table. No wonder the chair was turned around when I came in. "I should have known you were up to this." Punk stood up and tried to open the door again but it still wouldn't open. "How did you get her to do this?"

"I paid her. We need to talk, Phil."

"No we don't! I have nothing to say to you. Let me the fuck out of here." Dean could see the anger in his eyes and stood up, walking to him but Punk started to back away. "Stay away from me."

"Punky? Please?"

"Don't call me that. And NO!" Punk started screaming again, hoping someone would hear.

"Just calm down. Please!" Dean caught up to Punk and pulled him in tight. He felt shivers across his spine when he finally held Punk in his arms again.

Punk felt those same shivers and his heart was racing. But that doesn't mean he wasn't still pissed. "Let go of me." Punk was no longer screaming. He said it calmly, looking down at the ground. Hurt was clear in his eyes.

Dean pulled away so that he was looking straight in the eyes of his one and only. He was still holding him around the waist. "You need to explain something to me, because I don't understand this."

"What?"

"You keep telling me you don't want to be with me, any guy for that matter. But when you see me kissing someone else you get extremely angry and tell me you hate me. You have no idea how much that killed me Punk."

Punk looked in his eyes and saw them getting watery. He looked back down and was almost whispering. "I don't hate you." At that, Dean couldn't wait any longer. He smashed his lips to Punk's and immediately plunged his tongue in his mouth. He backed Punk up until he hit the table, and laid him down on it. Dean climbed on top of him and resumed their kiss.

Punk went along until he felt Dean shiver and he opened his eyes to see a single small tear drop leave his eye. Dean Ambrose was not one to open up about his feelings. He is a tough guy, but nothing forces you to open up more than the love of your life. Punk pulled away from the kiss and placed his hand on his cheek. "What's wrong, baby?"

Dean's eyes shot open just about as wide as they could get. A huge smile spread across his face and he was in complete shock. "You just called me 'baby'".

"Oh, your right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't of done that." Punk smirked and Dean laughed, kissing him softly again, feeling those soft wonderful lips against his. He pulled off of Punk and looked him deeply in the eyes, rubbing his finger across his cheek.

"Punk? I need you. Like I said in that text, I can't keep doing this. I made this meeting between us so that I could either get you for good, or be able to move on once and for all."

Punk understood clearly, but he wasn't ready. "Dean, listen. I would love to go on a date with you, if that's what you want for now. But I'm sorry, I'm just not ready to be in a relationship with another man...I'm sorry."

Dean smiled and Punk squinted his eyebrows in confusion. "I never needed you to be in a relationship with me right from the get go. I would never want to pressure you into something your not ready for. I just needed to know that this..." Dean pointed to his own heart and then to Punk's heart. "...is going somewhere. I'm tired of this wild goose chase that ends up with me in pain every time."

Punk blushed, no one has ever been this open, this caring and straight-forward with him in his life. Punk caressed Dean's cheek again and kissed him lightly. "It is definitely going somewhere. So you don't have to worry about that."

Dean smashed his lips to Punk's again before getting up and knocking on the door. "We're ready to come out now." The door quickly opened and the receptionist stood in the door way. Dean walked out and Punk followed, looking at the woman with a smirk on his face. He winked at her and she blushed, before going back to her job.

"So, baby? Do you want to go out now?"

Punk blushed and chuckled lightly at Dean's expression and simply nodded. "I would love that, baby."

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