March 23rd, 2016

It was past midnight and the party was still raging. Paige was still dancing and Seth had stayed to keep company to Sami and Becky. His two friends were still questioning him about Dean, but he refused to say anything. Sami kept on bringing him new beers, saying it was on the house but Seth knew exactly what he was trying to do. Even if he was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol in his blood, he would never say anything.

"You could at least tell us his name." Becky said.

"Why?" Seth asked.

"I want to know his name!"

"I'm not telling you shit about him Becky." Seth said as he laugh.

"Hold on Honey, he isn't drunk enough yet." Sami said as he poured more beer into Seth's glass.

He loved his friends to death, but he was getting sick of their questions. There wasn't much to say about Dean anyway. He was hot and unavailable. He just wanted to forget about him and his friends weren't making it easy. The whole point of the night was to change his mind but it wasn't working at all.

"Can you believe that, sir?" Becky said to her client. "My friend over here has a crush on some guy and he doesn't even want to tell me his name."

Seth rolled his eyes and heavily sighed. Why did she have to tell clients about his personal life? Because she knew it would piss him off and that he'll end up giving up the damn information. He turned to his left to look at Becky, but his eyes laid on the guy she had told about his situation. Seth's eyes widened, his heart skipped a beat and he could feel his cheek getting red. Dean was standing besides him with a grin on his face.

"Why won't you tell her?" he said as he raised his eyebrows.

"I-I…" Seth stuttered.

"It's only a name Seth, you can tell us!" Becky said.

"Yeah, we want to know." Dean added.

Seth was stuck. He had nowhere to go. What were the chances that his crush was sitting next to him, asking to know his crush's name? His heart was pounding in his chest as he blushed more and more.

"Maybe I know him." Dean said. "I've been making a lot of friends here, maybe I could put on a good word for you."

He was so uncomfortable sitting next to Dean, but at the same time, he couldn't get past how good he looked in that blue shirt. Even in the darkness of the bar, he could still see the spark in his eyes and that was enough to bring back the butterflies he'd been having every time he was seeing him.

"Yeah… hum…" Seth started.

"Just give us the damn name." Dean said as he burst into laughter.

"James."

That was the only name Seth could think of. He personally didn't know any guy named James and he was praying to God that nobody here answered by that name or else he might have been screwed.

"The only James I know is James Dean." Sami let out, shrugging his shoulders.

Seth looked at him in shock. Why the hell did he had to say that? He could feel his cheeks getting redder and redder and his heart was beating faster in his chest. He turned to Dean and found him smiling. Did he know he was the crush? Was Seth that obvious? If he was aware of what was really going on right now, he didn't say anything.

"Don't know any James." he simply let out as he took a sip of his beer.

Dean looked at the dance floor for a second and so did Seth. Paige was still dancing and she seemed to have a lot of fun. At least someone was enjoying their time. Seth sighed as he was thinking that this night had not been what he had in mind at all.

"So I bet you're not a dancer either?" Dean asked as he turned his attention to the two-toned man.

"No, I hate it." Seth answered as he finished his beer.

Dean continued to make conversation with him, talking about everything and nothing. He asked Seth how he got his job, why did he leave his hometown and if he went to school to learn how to give massage. He insisted on the fact that it was the best he ever had. Hell, even his own girlfriend couldn't do better. Seth couldn't do otherwise but to feel flattered by him.

"Hey Miss." Dean shouted at Becky. "Could you please bring up two others like this?"

"Oh no." Seth immediately said. "I'm good."

"Come on, it's on me."

"No seriously, I'm…"

Seth didn't even finish his sentence that Becky had already brought them their drinks. He gave Dean a shy smile to thank him. The dirty blond raised his glass up in the air to cheer with him and Seth followed along. He could see Becky and Sami's smiles from the corner of his eyes, but he chose to ignore it. He risked a look at the dance floor and heave a sigh of relief when he saw that Paige was still pretty busy. He didn't want her to interrupt what he was having with Dean, even if he wasn't sure if there was something. He could swear that Dean was flirting with him, but maybe all the beers he drank had something to do with it.

"Where were we again?" Dean asked, trying to remember what they were talking about when he ordered the beers. "Oh yeah, your amazing hands."

Dean was definitely hitting on Seth. He must've known that he was the crush and maybe he had pity of the two-toned man. Seth couldn't see why else he would be like that with him. He wasn't going to complain though. Dean had started something and Seth was willing to play along with him. A little flirting never hurt anyone. His fiancee was also very busy dancing, so Seth wanted to make the most of his alone time with that handsome man. He asked him about his life, about the reason behind his trip, about his job and about his home. The more Dean talked, the more Seth was interested by him. He had everything for him. He was gorgeous, nice and very intelligent. At one point during their conversation, Seth even asked to know more about Cynthia. His heart hurt a lot when Dean started talking about how they met, but he listened to him carefully. His husky voice was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. His crush paid him another beer and Seth made him promise it was the last one. Sami brought the drinks and told Dean it was on the house. He then winked at Seth before he went back to join Becky, leaving them alone. Both men tried to grab the same beer and Seth's heart jumped into his chest when his fingers touched Dean's.

"Sorry." He let out, blushing.

He wished this man wasn't driving him crazy like that. He wished he could just stop blushing and act as if everything was OK, but he couldn't. What Dean made him feel was out of the ordinary. Their gazes crossed paths and none of them said a word. It was like the earth stood still for a moment, until they heard a high-pitched voice besides them.

"Oh my God babe, it was so much fun!" Cynthia shouted, visibly drunk.

"I'm sure it was." Dean said, still staring at Seth.

"I feel bad for leaving you alone all this time though." she added.

"Don't worry about me. I was fine."

The smirk on his face gave butterflies to Seth. All he could think of was to kiss the shit out of him. He wanted to run his fingers in those cute blond curls, he wanted to feel Dean's lips all over him. Those beers were hitting him hard and he had trouble thinking straight. His crush asked his girlfriend if she wanted anything but she refused, saying that she wanted to go back to their room. Dean asked is he could stay a little bit longer but she whined that she didn't want to go to bed alone.

"Wait for me outside, I'm gonna pay for this and go to the bathroom." Dean said.

As Cynthia was leaving, Dean paid what he owed to Sami and thanked him for the good service. He made some comment about how the staff of the hotel and the spa were just amazing, making him smile.

"Good luck with that James guy." Dean said to him. "I hope things work out."

"Luck wouldn't change anything." Seth let out in a sigh.

"Why?"

"Let just say he's not available."

"Have a little Faith." he said as he gently punch his shoulder. "Good night Seth."

The two-toned man watched him leave. His heart wouldn't stop hurting. Maybe Dean didn't know he was the crush after all.

"It was him wasn't it?" Sami said to him.

Seth simply nodded. There wasn't anything else to say.


The next morning was rough for Seth. His head was hurting like a bitch and he had trouble keeping his eyes open. The sun that was coming through the windows made it impossible to keep them open. He groaned as he got out of bed. He had to work in less than an hour and he still needed to eat and take a shower. Paige was in the kitchen and was already preparing breakfast.

"Good morning." she chanted.

"Hey." Seth mumbled. "What are you doing here? I thought you were spending the night at Alberto's."

"Yeah… we kind of got into a fight last night."

"Again?"

"Yeah… because I got back to his house so late and I accidentally woke him up. He yelled that I was irresponsible and that all I could think about was to have fun when he had important "adult" things to do." Paige said as she flipped her pancake.

"Ugh… I'm sorry." Seth said.

"It's OK. I deserved it, I guess."

"No, you don't. Seriously Paige, if this guy continues to treat you like a child, I'm-"

"Relax. Don't need to go all crazy. Sometimes, when he's upset. he says things he doesn't mean." she explained. "Anyway, how was your night?"

"Was OK." Seth simply let out.

He didn't want to get into details. He wasn't ready to talk about what had or had not happened between them. He went to bed thinking about how Dean was flirting with him and he had trouble sleeping all night because of that.

"You spent the night with him Seth, it was certainly more than OK." Paige pointed out as she dropped a pile of pancakes on a plate.

"Don't feel like talking now, OK?"

He told his friend he was going to jump in the shower and that he'll see her at work later. He wasn't hungry anymore. Thinking about Dean made him sick to his stomach and he knew he couldn't take one bite of those pancakes.


At the end of the day, Seth was exhausted. Fortunately for him, it wasn't as busy as the rest of the week so he had time to relax a bit and he was very grateful for that. He was never a big drinker and he remembered why now. Why would people do that on purpose? What was fun in having a terrible headache like that? He just finished his last client of the day and he was busy cleaning his station. The door suddenly opened and Seth turned around, thinking it must've been the janitor, but his eyes widened when they laid on Dean.

"What are you doing here?" He asked him.

"I need your magic hands again." He said as he snapped his neck.

"Sorry, you need to schedule an appointment. See with Dory at the reception, maybe I have a spot tomorrow."

"I need it now."

"Doesn't work that way." Seth said, sharply.

He could feel the anger take control of his body and he had no idea why. He didn't mean to snap at Dean, but all he wanted was to go back home. His head was hurting and most of all, he didn't want to see him. The way is heart hurt every time his eyes laid on him wasn't normal.

"I'm paying you double."

"Dean, I can't…"

"I don't need an hour. Give me fifteen minutes and I'll be just fine." Dean said with a smile.

"Fifteen minutes and that's it." Seth let out in a sigh.

While Dean was stripping off into his boxers, Seth prepared his table and placed the towel on it. When his eyes laid on the other man chiseled chest, he felt a knot in his stomach. He wanted to run his fingers on those amazing abdominal muscles so badly, but he couldn't. He told the man that he'd be right back to give him the chance to get naked and take place on his table. As soon as he closed the door, he leaned on it and tried to catch his breath. Why was this happening to him?

After he went back inside and Seth coated his hands with the oil before he started rubbing Dean's back. He remembered that his tension was mostly in his shoulder and the blond man moaned when he hit the right spot. Images of his dream came back to his head and the two-toned man had to fight the urge to jump on him. Every time Dean was making a satisfying sound, he could feel himself getting hard. The aching in his pants became unbearable when he asked if Seth could do his thighs too.

"I've been playing tennis yesterday and my legs are sore as hell." He said to justify himself.

He slowly pulled the towel up and rubbed his thigh, holding his breath the whole time. He was getting harder and harder by the minute and had trouble to contain himself. He wanted to mass his ass as well and that was all he could think of. It was right there, underneath that damn towel, but it was still so out of reach. He could be in so much trouble for the time was finally up, he heaved a sigh of relief, he slowly washed his hand and turned around to warn Dean it was over, but the man was already up and getting dressed. Seth saw a glimpse of his behind and immediately blushed.

"Hum, you're supposed to wait until I leave to get dressed." He said as he turned his back on him.

"Didn't want you to lose any more time because of me. You have all your cleaning to do."

"Yeah right…" Seth said as he started gathering his stuff.

He was almost done when he felt Dean get closer to him. His palms were getting sweaty, his heart was pounding so hard in his chest and he could swear that Dean could hear it. He turned around to face him, swallowing hard and trying to keep it together. They stared at each other for a moment and all Seth could think of was how amazing his blue eyes were.

"Here, take this." Dean said as he handed him some bills.

"I can't take your money."

"I said I'd pay you double, so just take it."

"I can't, Dean. It's against policy. You pay the resort, not me." Seth explained to him. "Let just say I owed you for the beer yesterday alright?"

Dean insisted a little bit more, but Seth told him he was not going to accept anything. The blond man wanted to thank him but he told him that it was not a big deal.

"Alright." he said as he put back his money in his pocket. "I would've liked to give you a little something."

"Like I said, no big deal." Seth said.

Dean smiled and Seth thought it was the most beautiful thing in the whole world. He couldn't stop a smile from lighting up his own face and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to remind himself it wasn't a dream. That man was real and he was hot as hell. The blond man bit his lower lips and put his hand behind Seth's head, bringing him closer. All of a sudden, his lips were onto his, sending shivers down the two-toned man's spine. Seth was so confused but it felt so good that he returned the kiss with a lot of passion. What had started by being soft and gentle was now very hot. Their teeth were clashing into each other's and their tongues were fighting to get control over the other's. Dean's hands found their way onto his hips and Seth couldn't hold a moan. Was that even real? What the hell was happening? The two-toned man was pretty sure he was dreaming and he was waiting for the moment where Paige would show up out of nowhere, but she never did. The kiss just went on and on and both men were gasping for air, neither of them wanting to be the one to break it. When Seth's back hit against his massage table, his heart stopped and the earth stood still. Images of his dream were coming back to him and he could feel his hardness twitch as he thought of what Dean had said to him. He wanted to be fucked right here, right now by the blond man and he would've given anything for it to happen. He sighed when Dean broke the kiss and slowly moved away from him.

"Thanks again." he whispered in his ear.

He turned around and left, leaving Seth all alone, panting like a dog. What the fuck had just happened?