Seth didn't call. He didn't text either. Also he didn't show up for work and Dean got frustrated. What was this? Some kind of high school drama because Seth had accidently told him he was gay? In Deans opinion it was absolutely unnecessary since the talk in the car hadn't really gone bad.
"I told you I am gay?" Seth was still looking pale and from the corner of his eye Dean could see how Seths fingers were clinging to his tight grey jeans.
"Yeah. It's fine though don't worry. I'm not planning on telling anyone. It's cool. I told you that last night as well. Don't worry, dude."
"Aren't you like .. disgusted or something?"
"Why would I be? If you'd rather get fucked in the ass than have some pussy that's your business and none of mine." Seth just blushed on Deans words and with that the conversation about Seths sexuality had ended.
Dean had had enough of it and made his way through the building furiously to find Hunter the manager. Without knocking on the door he stormed into the office of his boss who looked up in a bit of confusion mixed with curiosity. "Dean. Nice to see you. What can I do for you?"
Hunter always acted nice with his employees but Dean knew that he could also be the devil himself if something didn't work out the way he planned. "Where's Rollins? He hasn't been to work in a week now." It was Tuesday and practice had just ended and Dean was right. Seth had not been there the whole week no matter if it was just practice or a show. He just didn't show up.
"I'm glad to see your concern about your co-worker, Dean. It's very nice to see my employees getting along with each other so well. Seth has been taking two weeks off he said he wanted to visit his family and since the story line allowed it for him right now I permitted." A smile laid on the older mans face and Dean just wanted to punch him.
"Two weeks off? How come Rollins gets two weeks off like .. Nobody here gets off two weeks in a row!"
"I'm not in the place to tell you exactly why he wanted to leave for a while but I can tell you that there has been a very good reason and Mr. Rollins will return on Smackdown next week."
Dean was still angry not only at Seth but now also at his boss for acting like Dean didn't know what the real problem was. Filled with anger he left the office without another word and was very glad when he made his way back to the training area where Ziggler was still around helping to clean up a little. Luckily he was a very good friend and saw the anger in Deans face right away. Also he knew the only thing that would help against it and so the friends got in the ring and kept wrestling until Dean felt better a little at least.
"Alright dude, that's enough." Dolph ended the fight. "I can barely feel my legs and I'm not even sure I can walk to the shower so instead of beating me up you could just tell me what's up, you know?"
Dean puffed out a snort and shook his head. "No. The whole situation is just too messed up. Still thanks for the fight. You need a ride home?"
Of course Dolph didn't say no to that.
•
Dean got home and was still frustrated to the very edge. It made his head hurt, his eyes felt like they might pop out his head anytime and of course as soon as he opened the door Renee was all over him. Where have you been? Why did it take you so long to come home? You've been so off lately what's wrong with you?
Trying his best to ignore her he went to the bathroom and took a long hot shower. At least he was alone with his thoughts for a while as the hot water washed away all the stress and tension in his body. Dean had always thought it bothered him enough that he mostly didn't understand the way Renee acted but now he realized that he didn't really care about that anymore. In this moment he rather wished to understand Seths behavior.
When his friend had told him about his sexuality Dean had reacted totally cool. He'd told him it was fine and that they could be friends after all but Seth obviously had other plans and even if Dean would never admit it it still made his heart feel very heavy and beat slower. How was Seth even able to do that? He wasn't around but still made Dean feel the worst way possible. The older one grew more frustrated every hour the other man was gone and he couldn't do anything about it.
Eventually he still made his way out of the shower back to bed where he pulled the blanked up to his nose and closed his eyes with a deep, deep sigh. He shouldn't go to bed right away. Not after a full day of practice. He should eat something and take care of the relationship with his girl but right now he wasn't really in the mood to see her (or anyone elses) face anyway so he didn't bother going back downstairs.
Renee came to join him in bed around twenty minutes later. He was still awake and even felt a bit sorry for not thinking about her the whole day. Seth had occupied his brain and there was barely room for anything else and as he noticed that he felt the guilt spreading in his body faster than he liked it. She lay next to him and because of course he missed her too he pulled his girlfriend in his arms, pressing her tight against his strong chest before he pressed a way softer kiss to her forehead. "I love you." His words were quiet but he could feel Renee smile and it made him feel better. Maybe tomorrow things were not as bad as today.
In this night Dean dreamed about Seth. It was a happy dream to his surprise. The two of them had gone out for dinner together and their conversation was great. The wine and food were both good and both men seemed to enjoy their date a lot. In his dream it didn't bother him at all that he went on a date with his friend it was a nice feeling having dinner with someone you really like. Dean brought Seth back home they were suddenly in Iowa, god knows how Deans brain did those things but it was just a dream after all.
As they reached the door Seth gave him one of his shy smiles and his cheeks were perfectly red. "I'll see you again, won't I?" He asked and his voice was shaking a little as if he was scared Dean might say no but the older one smiled down at him and nod. "I promise I'll come to see you as soon as possible. I promise." And with that he leaned down to kiss the younger one as if they did that on a daily basis. Neither of them seemed to dislike it so Dean put his hands on Seths hips to pull him closer and Seth put his arms around Deans neck. He had to stretch his body a little and lean his head back in order to reach the lips of the taller one.
Deans body was on fire, not only in his dream, as he kept kissing Seth and he was sure the younger one was about to invite him inside but his dream ended abruptly as he felt something shift on the bed and slowly woke up.
He was just about to groan and punch who ever woke him up right in the face before he felt something warm and wet around his dick and hey maybe the dream wasn't over yet, maybe it'd just switched place or something but the pair of lips currently running down and wetting his cock certainly didn't feel wrong at all. His hands slit down under the blanked where he got hold on a hand full of hair. Still he didn't dare to open his eyes.
When it was about blowjobs Dean always was an impatient man so it didn't take long until he started thrusting up into the persons face. Pressuring his penis further down his or her throat Dean came in hot spurts and it took him a second to come down from his orgasm. He was still caught up in the fantasy about kissing Seth.
Slowly, very slowly he dared to open his eyes and lift the blanket just to get disappointed. Well not disappointed but excitement definitely felt different. It wasn't Seth between his legs (no he had not wished for it but well it would have been nice somehow) but Renee was grinning up in his face and once again a very heavy and unwelcome feeling settled in his guts.
Was this it? Was he going to think about Seth every time Renee touched his dick in no matter what way and was he going to feel like crap after every occasion? Because this was not very comfortable and not what Dean was into.
As Renee leaned into him to kiss him he could still taste himself on her lips. Tasting her as well made him feel better in a way because he realized that freaking out about Seth was super stupid. He did have Renee. He did have her for a very long time and didn't plan on leaving her anytime soon even if he was thinking about Seth a lot lately. That guy obviously didn't give a shit about Dean so he could just do the same and forget Seth (of course he couldn't but nobody would ever know right).
"Good morning.", Renee grinned and kissed him once more. This actually felt pretty good, feeling her light weight against his body and her soft lips against his. Still a bit sleepy he put his arms around her body to hold her close as he rolled his body on its side. "Good morning." He smiled as well and leaned in for another kiss.
They stayed in bed for a while, made out and told each other how much they were in love and Dean finally was able to forget Seth for a while. Maybe he was able to settle things back to normal.
•
Three days had passed (still no message or anything from Seth but that didn't bother Dean except that it did a lot) and it was Friday. Finally. Finally Dean would have the chance to get his hands on someone. He was pumped for a good fight and had just started warming up when Stephanie McMahon entered the gym area. "Hello, Dean." She smiled. It was a smile that Dean hated because it never meant good news.
"What's up?" he asked as he got off the floor where he'd done a couple of push-ups.
"Well I was very surprised to see your car in the parking lot so I went on looking for you."
"And why is that?" God, women.
"I thought Hunter had told you on Tuesday that you don't have a match tonight." Was this lady kidding? Because Dean really wasn't in the mood for any jokes tonight he just needed to beat someone up, pin them to the ground and win a match. This must have been written all over his face because Stephanie actually tried to show some sympathy. "Oh, don't look like we just fired you. You're going to be back on the show on Monday. Just take the night off, I'm sure that'd do you good. You look worked up like you need some sleep."
Dean glared at her and tried to swallow down his anger as good as he could. "Well thanks for the night off." Hilarious that he had to thank her for it. Pathetic. "I will see you on Monday then."
"Thank you for your understanding, Dean. Tell Renee I said hi and that we need her on Monday as well." With that the woman walked out of the gym and Dean, frustrated as he was, kicked the next something that was close to him which sadly was a ring post and hurt his foot like a bitch. Still swearing about the pain and filled with frustration he left the gym to get his stuff and leave the building before he could do anything else that was stupid enough to get him fired.
He could only hope Renee would be home to subdue his anger.
Dean should get lucky because in fact Renees car was parked in front of the house. With his bag in one hand he made his way to the door and opened it with his key. She didn't seem to be downstairs because all lights were shut off. To make sure she really wasn't in this part of the house he poked his head into the living room. Well that was weird. Two wineglasses were set on the table together with a half empty bottle of his favorite red wine. Maybe one of her friends had come over and she was now presenting her one of her dresses or something.
Having nothing bad on his mind Dean made his way upstairs, the door to their bedroom stood open just a bit and the light inside the room was on. So they were in the bedroom with the closet and his idea about the dresses must have been right he was sure about that until he heard Renee giggle something like "Oh stop it." and he couldn't really put that in place with his idea.
With a few more steps he made his way to the door, pushed it open and froze. What came in view was absolutely not what he had imagined. There was Renee on their bed in her underwear looking hot as fuck while she was about to take off her bra and then there was fucking Randy Orton on HIS bed with HIS girlfriend wearing one of HIS sweatpants and Dean just lost it. It was very obvious what was going on and he didn't need an explanation.
"Dean!" Renee suddenly froze herself as soon as she saw her boyfriend standing in the door. "Oh my god!" She pulled up the blanket and Dean wasn't sure how to react. Of course this would have happened sooner or later. Of course this was something he should have expected on the long run somewhere but he didn't expect it to happen this soon and to hurt so badly.
His heart didn't seem willing enough to keep beating and his legs felt heavy like they were made of stone or metal. His eyes were burning but he wouldn't give her the pride and start crying or anything. "Dean, this is not what it looks like I swear to god I can explain."
"Shut up, Renee. I don't want to hear it." He didn't feel the words leaving his mouth and he also didn't really feel it when his body turned around, his bag still in his hands, and made his way back downstairs. For sure he would not stay in this house any second longer. When he finally reached the door and wanted to pull it open Renees small hands lay on his arm to turn him around but he pushed her back furiously so she almost landed on the ground but could catch herself on the shelf for their shoes. "Dean, really, just let me explain."
By ignoring her Dean turned back around to leave the house. He didn't want to hear a god damn word out of her mouth anymore. Three years and five month. It all had been a lie, it all had been a fucking joke to her the fucking whole time. God knows how long she was seeing Randy already and kept smiling in his face how much she loved him everynight. Dean entered his car and looked back just one second to see if she even tried on holding him back from leaving and yeah she was standing in the door screaming words at him that he couldn't hear and she was crying that her eyes looked red and a little swollen.
This was even more harmful because now he felt like it was his fault she looked so god damn hurt and if he wouldn't feel so heavy himself he'd probably go back outside to pull her into a big hug to tell her he loved her and things were going to be fine but he didn't because Deans heart was fucking broke and also Randy seemed to do the job pretty well as he pulled Renee back into the house. Quickly Dean pulled his eyes back on the road in front of him.
He should have known better. A pretty and lovely girl like Renee would never really date a guy like him. He was grumpy and not sensitive and he liked putting cheese on his PB&J in the mornings and he sometimes didn't shower for days because it was exhausting as hell to leave bed on days off and he didn't care about his clothes or his hair and he was so different from her that he even began to ask himself how she'd made it this long without losing her mind. It was his fault of course. If he'd just been a better boyfriend to her she probably wouldn't have done it but here he wasn't and now he was leaving his 'home' in the middle of the night with nothing but his gym bag and hurt feelings. It made him feel stupid.
Not even knowing where to go Dean just drove around the city until it was at least midnight if not later. He didn't have a home anymore and didn't have money on him right now so the only option was Dolphs house. His friend would let him take the couch he knew that but it was still embarrassing as hell to tell him why he needed it. Since Dolphs couch was a lot more comfortable than the backseat of his car he still decided to do so.
Dolph opened the door looking sleepy and wearing just his pajama bottoms. "What the hell Ambrose?" but as soon as he got a real look on his friend his own expression changed and was filled with concern. "Dude, you alright? You look like you might throw up any second."
At that Dean had to laugh a bitter laugh. "Yeah I might as well just do that."
"What happened? I saw you leaving the stadium earlier tonight but no one could tell me where you went."
"Well," Dean started, "I went home because I didn't have a match tonight and when I got home I thought Renee could be taking care of me since I was frustrated and angry but as I opened the door to our wonderful bedroom all I got to see was her presenting her tits in our friend Ortons face."
Dolph looked seriously shocked but opened the door further. "You wanna come in?" Hell yeah, Dean did. He was cold and tired and sad and hurt and didn't know what to do with himself.
Luckily Dolph didn't ask any further questions but gave his friend a shirt for the night and a blanket so he could sleep on the couch. "Maybe you'll feel a little better in the morning." Dean didn't. He couldn't sleep all night and when they had to get up for practice and Ziggler made him some breakfast he still felt sick from the view he got last night. The only reason why he ate the sandwich and drank a cup of tea was because he knew he'd need the energy for practice. Maybe eight hours of workout would do him well and take off his mind.
They actually did. When Dean and Dolph got back to his friends home later that day he felt relieve from all the stress and tension that had built up in his body. They ate dinner in silence and as Dean was finished he just stared at his plate for a while before he broke the silence. "Tomorrow I'll go back to the house while she's at work to get a few things. I'll find a hotel room to stay there it'll be the last night I bother you."
"Brother, you're not bothering me. Don't take a hotel room that's expensive. Just stay on the couch it's fine. In fact I even enjoy having a little company. I get lonely in this big house." Ziggler smiled at him and Dean just wanted to hug him. If he'd ever doubted that being friends with Dolph was a good decision well here was the moment proving him wrong.
"Thanks." A sigh left Deans mouth. For a while they kept sitting there in silence before Dolph dared to speak again.
"Man.. I hate seeing you like this."
This time Dean just puffed out a dry laugh. "I hate feeling like this."
"What's your favorite movie?"
"What?" Dean looked up in confusion.
"What's your favorite movie I said."
"Pacific Rim I guess. Why does it matter?"
"Because I am a current member of Netflix and I won't let you drown in your self-pity. Go to the living room and clear the couch. I'll quickly drive to the store and get us some beer." Dolph didn't leave any room for discussion.
•
When Dean woke up the next day he felt a heavy weight on top of him and was just about to freak out until he opened his eyes and saw Dolph leaning against his body, one of his arms resting on Deans belly. That was fine. It wasn't the first time the two of them had fallen asleep on the couch during movie night. Practice and beer had made them both super tired and they were lucky that there was no event in the WWE today because as Dean checked the clock in the room it told him that is was past lunch already.
If he didn't want to meet Renee he'd have to drive back to the house soon or she'd be back from her own practice at the Divas Camp. He tried his best to not wake his friend as he got off the couch and found the bathroom where he quickly did his morning routine. He'd pick them up some food on his way back from the house.
As he got inside his home half an hour later he started feeling heavy again and his heart hurt, it got slower with every beat. It was quiet as he pulled out one of his bigger bags that he usually used to travel and started filling it with clothes and other things he would need. After he was done packing he felt exhausted already. Dean really needed to leave this house. Renee would be back any minute and he did not feel like meeting her yet.
Throwing the bag over his shoulder he went back downstairs and left the house just to run right into his ex girlfriend. Seeing her hurt to the last inch of his body and she was just about to open her mouth and say something but he didn't want to hear anything and took a step aside to make his way back to his car as fast as possible without running.
"Dean!" He heard her yelling after him but he ignored her until he pulled open the car door. With a bitter expression he turned his head a little to look at her over his shoulder. "You have work on Monday. Don't miss it." And with that he entered the car and drove off.
•
The rest of the week flew by faster than Dean could have hoped. He had matches on RAW and Main Event and did a lot of extra practice so he wouldn't hang around in Dolphs home all the time. He didn't want to annoy his friend which he actually didn't but he just wanted to make sure.
It was finally Wednesday and both man had a day off. It was late afternoon when Dolph came home from whatever he'd done before and made his way strictly over to Dean who was watching some show on TV. Ziggler shut off the television. "Get upstairs and take a shower we're going out tonight."
Dean groaned at his friend. "Really? Is that necessary?"
"Yes. You've been doing nothing but going to practice and sleep the last days and I'm sure a little fun wouldn't hurt you. You're single and a hot guy now get your ass off my couch. You smell."
The only reason why Dean did as he was told was that the idea of alcohol sounded refreshing to him. Half an hour later he came back down stairs, showered and dressed with jeans and a red shirt. His hair was a bit messy but had had worse days already. Ziggler smiled at his friend. "That's my boy. Some of the other colleagues are coming too so it'll be a fun night." Only as long as Orton wouldn't show up.
Ziggler quickly got ready himself and they took a cab because neither of them would be able to drive when they'd get back home. The bar that they went to was a small pub they'd celebrated things in before. They knew the owner and usually got a couple of drinks for free. Dean liked that a lot. He also liked sitting between people he knew (not friends Dolph was his only friend but people he knew and enjoyed spending time with). They were joking around about work and other things and the more alcohol Dean got into his system the better he started feeling and he even managed to laugh at Daniel Bryans flat jokes about his dog that he told over and over again every fucking time they went out.
All in all it had been a good idea of Ziggler to take him out here amongst people he knew. It cheered him up, at least for the moment. They ordered a couple of fries for the whole ground and more drinks.
"Man you were on fire in your last couple of matches. Like the one against Bo, I didn't think you'd beat him in the beginning since he's been beaten so rarely but you did the impossible once again." Thanks John, thanks.
"Yeah this was incredible!" His friends agreed. "You're always making the impossible possible."
Well that was a nice thing to say as well. Dean thanked and even blushed a little as he grinned like a teenager but the alcohol did this to him sometimes. As long as he was drunk he was fine with it. They enjoyed the night together and although Dean was sure everyone knew about the thing between him and Renee by now still nobody talked about that and for that he was thankful.
An hour later his bladder started hurting because while joking and laughing around he'd totally ignored his need of a piss after his second beer already. "I'll be back in a second." He let Ziggler know and made his way over to the small washroom. It wasn't the cleanest one he'd ever been to but by this time Dean was too drunk to really care about that and just took his leak to wash his hands right after.
For a moment he kept staying there and looked in the mirror. Dolph was right. Even if the thing between him and Renee was done by now he was still one of the hot guys and he'd find other girls to be with. He could be with whoever he wanted to be no matter who it was. While going back to his friends he kept that thought in mind and sat down next to Dolph again. His friend mustered him for a moment. "You okay, dude? Took a long time in the bathroom."
Dean just smiled at his friend and nod. "I'm perfect. We should take shots." And so they did. Half an hour and three shots later Dean was laughing at Bryans jokes again and had his hands on his belly as he knocked his knee on the table they were sitting at. "Shut up." He laughed loudly. "That did not happen."
"I swear to god it did." The whole group of men laughed.
"What's so funny?" a very familiar voice suddenly asked and since Deans brain was a little slow with all the alcohol in his system it took him a couple of seconds to realize who had spoken to them. He opened his eyes in disbelieve and there he stood. Looking like he hadn't just been gone for two weeks like he didn't miss a god damn thing. Seth.
Dean had expected to feel a lot different about Seths comeback but actually it only felt good. He felt happier that he did in the last month. His heart was suddenly light and the smile on his face wide and he scooted over on the bench he was sharing with Ziggler. "Sethie you're back! Come sit. Waitress?" A girl in the age of twenty came over to the table. "We need a couple of shots for all of us and two extra for this guy." He clapped on Seths shoulder. The touch made the younger one smile shyly. "Ah yes I did miss this face of yours."
His friends laughed at Dean but he didn't notice because Seth had occupied his whole attention. He was back. He finally was back. Maybe it was just the fact that Dean was drunk but he wasn't mad at Seth at all (not anymore) he just wanted to take him home tonight and tell him about all the things he'd missed in his absence and he kinda wanted him to know that he was single now because even if it had been a while ago he'd still gotten off to this face and he felt so good being around this guy. The fact that he would have to to let Renee go didn't even bother him anymore.
Seth was back and that was all that mattered in this moment. Seth was back and Dean was able to forget about Renee for the rest of the night without a problem.