Days passed slowly for Dean as it got much harder for him to even concentrate on anything. He had been choosing to stay alone, rejecting his friends whenever they invited him to go out. His emotions were beginning to suck the life out of him. All he could do is think about Dolph, picturing him in his mind. He was desperate, wanting to just forget that fucking dream, forget him. Dean sat in despair as he was quite, lost in the thoughts that constantly plagued him every day and night. He even found it more difficult to sleep normally as his body even kept him up, what was between his legs that is. Dean's head fell into the palms of his hands, his face shielded as he exhaled, whispering, cursing to himself. What Seth said to him yesterday made him feel extremely wary, worrying that he would run off and tell his other friends. They wouldn't take him seriously anymore, despite most of them already being in homosexual relationships themselves. He could no longer stand it anymore as it drove him up a wall. His fist struck the arm of the sofa pretty hard, denting the wood interior of the leather sofa. He was beyond pissed, his breaths quickening as his body was once again taken over by a sudden burst of intense arousal, hitting him like a ton of bricks. Dean sucked in a large amount of air between clenched teeth, his head fell back as it sank in the soft cushioning of the sofa. There he was, slouching lazily in his seat, his legs spread apart and his body quivering. He felt weak. Dean was now in a very difficult situation as he couldn't stop thinking about Dolph, fucking him senseless, making him scream his name over and over. Dean's fingers, dug into the black leather, his eyes closed tightly. His cock was already at full size, pulsing as it began to cause him pain. Dean knew that he hasn't gotten laid in a good while. And it didn't help at all. He tried very hard to concentrate, slowly failing, his hand reaching for the massive bulge in in his jeans, quickly moving it away. Don't fucking touch yourself over a man! He thought in his mind. Dean panted loudly as he was driving himself crazy, lifting his bottom up and placing his hands under them. He was now sitting on his hands. His eyes were glassy, his face beet red as it was filled with lust. The memories from that dream became very clear to him, much clearer. Dolph's blissful moans played like music in his head. Dean exhaled then inhaled deeply, his chest expanding and his back arcing.

"Fuck…I need to cum…." He whispered, his moan so deep.

Dean could no longer fight his urges, releasing his hands and loosening his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. A lustful sigh escaped him as a little pressure was taken off of his cock, so rock hard. Now his bulge was even more noticeable behind the fabric of his jet black boxer-briefs. The male then pulled off his white muscle shirt, tossing it to the floor like garbage, laying back comfortably, giving in to his mischievous mind, thinking about him as his cock pulsed. He moaned deeply, exhaling from his nose, biting the bottom of his mouth.

"Mm mm…" he groaned.

Dean slowly began to drag his fingers up his toned abdomen to his chest, shuttering as he could feel his nipples harden, traveling his hand to one bud, pinching, pulling, and flicking.

"Ahh…shit!" he moaned.

Dean quickly pulled his boxers down, his thick cock springing from its tight prison, the tip soaked with pre cum. He could obviously tell that he was going to bust a large load. Thus, Dean gave zero fucks. He was alone and private, needing to spend. He closed his eyes, dazed in his lustful thoughts about Dolph, imagining himself just going all out on him, giving Dolph everything he had, hearing him moan and scream his name. Dean tightly gripped his shaft, the throbbing very noticeable to his touch. He began to stroke slowly, his legs quivering as well as his body shuttering under the pleasure he was giving himself.

"Fuck Dolph…I know what you want…and I'll fucking give it to you…" he moaned as it echoed throughout the small hotel room.

Dean's breathes quickened as well as his stroking, imagining that man, so beautiful. Those icy blue eyes so radiant, looking up at him with his lips around his thick pulsing shaft, sucking him deeply. It drove Dean of the edge, already feeling his climax coming. His arm pumped harder, shuttering as the pleasure shocked him like lightning. He bent his head forward, his face crimson, his eyes tightly closed as he bit the bottom of his mouth, his teeth sinking deeper into his lip, drawing some blood. Dean lost it, stroking a few more times as his body stiffened, his back arcing as his cum shot out of him like a fire hose, hitting his chin and chest, the warm sticky substance streamed down his bare torso. Dean panted as he sighed deeply, feeling a lot better. His sanity slowly returned, looking down to see a big mess of his release cover almost all of his torso and jeans.

"Mother fuck…!" he quietly cursed.

Dean got up and hurried to the bathroom, removing the rest of his clothes and jumping into the shower.

Seth's attention was focused on his cellphone as he began to worry, sending text after text and still not getting a response. Roman approached the bearded male from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist as he attempted to plant a kiss on his jaw, thus Seth tilted his head away. Roman looked to him, getting instantly frustrated at his strange actions.

"Seth, what was that about…? You've been paying more attention to that damn phone…" he said firmly.

Seth ignored the male, a deep frustrating sigh escaping him.

"Is there something you're hiding from me…?" Roman was serious with his words.

"It's Dean…he hasn't been answering my texts or calls lately…I'm really worried about him…" Seth replied.

"Oh yeah…? What happened…?" Roman asked.

Seth sighed, his arms dropping to his side, gripping his cellphone tightly. He was beginning to worry about Dean. Regretting everything he said to him that day.

"I probably shouldn't bring it up….it's kind of personal…" Seth sighed.

"Come on Seth…you can't even trust me?" Roman pouts.

"Of course I trust you…it's just that Dean…." He paused.

Seth turned away from Roman, taking a few steps forward then stopped. The Samoan stood there, waiting for him to continue.

"He's really stubborn about his emotions…" Seth said.

"And…" Roman added.

"Dean is crushing on Dolph…" Seth continued.

The room was silent, Roman gave what Seth said a minute to sink in, then busted out laughing. Seth turned to the male, giving him a hostile glare.

"It's funny to you…?" Seth spat.

Roman stopped to catch his breath, placing his hand on his forehead as he brushed some loose hairs out of his face.

"A little…I mean…it's weird…I just can't see Dean drool over a guy…" he said.

"He's trying really hard not to show his feelings… and he's kind of beating himself up over it…I'm really worried about him…" Seth said.

"Dean's a big boy Seth…he'll eventually come out. Just let him do it on his own time…" Roman replied.

"I doubt it Roman…if I could just get a hold of him…"

"Seth…just don't worry about it…" Roman said sternly.

"I already got a table booked at this good restaurant, and I still can't get a hold of Dean…I invited Dolph to…" Seth breathed.

Roman was silent, looking to Seth as he was very unsure.

"I guess I don't even need to ask you why the hell you invited Dolph…it all came to me pretty fast. What you're doing is kind of stupid, you know that right…?" Roman chuckled.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Seth grimaced.

"Don't act like I don't know what you're trying to do…" Roman said flatly, arcing an eyebrow to him.

"I just want Dean to open up to him…" Seth turned away.

It was silent once again, Roman's eyes glued to Seth, giving him a look of strong disapproval. He shook his head slowly.

"All right Seth…I'll go ahead and stay out of this. I really don't approve of what you are doing, but I know you won't listen to me if I tell you how bad it will fuck up your guy's friendship." Roman was blunt.

Seth closed his eyes, exhaling silently as deep down, he knew Roman was right, thus, he didn't want Dean to become emotionally sick. Even if it did end up ruining their friendship, he knew what he had to do.

"That's fine with me Roman…I'm willing to take the consequences…I want to help Dean show his feelings better…that's all I want…" he replied.

"I know Seth…I'm staying neutral…you do what you have to do..." Roman replied calmly.

The day quickly began to fade as the sun set beautifully. Dean laid in his bed, his mind still going as he stared at the blank ceiling. His feelings for Dolph were acutely strong. Still deep-seated as he couldn't stop thinking about him. That stupid fucker, he thought. His body felt tickled every time his name popped up in his mind. He couldn't stand it, wishing he was laying right next to him now. Dean reached for his cellphone, only to see a ton of text messages and calls from Seth. He rolled his eyes with frustration. His phone suddenly began to ring. It was obvious. He answered his phone with a sigh.

"What is Seth…? Make it quick…" he started.

"Dean I was trying to get a hold of you all day…are you all right?" Seth said.

"Yeah, I'm fine okay…what do you want that's so damned important…?" he spat with frustration.

"I just wanted to know if you are able to grab some dinner tonight…well, you kind of have to anyways because I booked us a table…" Seth said.

Dean exhaled deeply, staying silent for a moment.

"You coming…" Seth asked.

"Yeah I'll go…" Dean sighed.

"Great! It's a fancy restaurant so be sure to dress nice, okay?" Seth said happily.

"All right…" Dean replied.

Dean hung up, sighing to himself as hesitated, not really wanting to show his face in public. He then got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to get ready.

A knock was heard at the door and Seth hurried to answer it, smiling as Dolph stood in front of him. Seth moved to the side, letting the blonde enter.

"Hey Seth…what's up?" he said.

"Nothing much…just very excited about this restaurant. This will be my first time going…" he replied, heading to the sofa to take a seat.

"Mine too…I've heard of how great the food was there by friends…" Dolph added.

"Now I'm really excited!" Seth chuckled.

Dolph smiled, following the male and taking a seat next to him. Seth kept an eye on his phone, checking the time as he was worried if Dean was going to show up or not. Dolph looked to Seth quizzically.

"Is anything bothering you…?" Dolph asked.

"No…I also invited Dean but he's a little late with showing up…" Seth sighed.

"Well, try calling him…" the blonde suggested.

"All right…" Seth replied.

As he attempted to dial Dean's number, a knock was heard at the door, causing Seth to quickly put down his phone. He approached door, opening it to see Dean.

"Finally…" Seth said.

Dean looked to see Dolph sitting on the sofa and became wide-eyed, looking back at Seth in shock, growing ill-concealed.

"Why the fuck is he here?" Dean spat.

"Dean calm down, he's the one I chose to invite…" he replied.

"Dude, I'm not fucking going if he is coming!" Dean hissed.

"Come on…It was hell booking a table…you're going…" Seth was stern.

"God dammit Seth! I can't…"

Dean stopped himself from saying anything else, his face filled with blood, his body growing weak as the same thought raced in his head. He was getting overwhelmed. Seth looked back at Dolph, holding his index to him as he gently shoved Dean outside, closing the door behind him.

"Dean Listen, I invited him because I want you to open up to him, just talk and have a good time…it doesn't have anything to do with romance…" Seth explained.

Dean looked at him darkly, his eyes hooded as he was disgusted with Seth.

"So you were planning this all along, huh…fucking idiot...I should just turn around and leave…" Dean snarled harshly.

"Dammit! Look Dean, I just want you to get out and live a little…lately you've been hiding in that hotel alone…don't let your thoughts bother you…" Seth said.

"I should have never told you anything…" Dean replied.

"Come on!" Seth grew irritated.

"Fuck! All right! I'll fucking go, but you better not bring up anything involving my feelings…"

It got silent really fast, Seth's eyes widened as he looked at Dean.

"Shit!" Dean spat.

"So you do like him…" Seth said.

"Dude, I'm going to leave…" Dean said.

Dean turned around, attempting to walk off but Seth stopped him.

"Dean stop…" Seth sighed.

"Let go of me…I can't be around him…" he said.

"Okay you're just acting stupid…you need to calm the fuck down and get yourself together!" Seth spat.

Dean was quiet.

"This is why I planned this, to test you. So far you're failing." Seth continued.

Dean turned to him, looking to Seth furiously. He yanked his arm away.

"You're testing me…? What are you? A fucking teacher?" Dean hissed.

"You've got to suck it up and control your feelings Dean, or you're going to make yourself look like an idiot in front of Dolph…if you like him so much, go after him and talk to him like a normal human being." Seth explained.

Dean looked to the bearded male, his anger slowly starting to fade as he realized that Seth was right. Thus, he felt that his thoughts, so pent-up, was going to screw him over.

"Fine…let's just get going already…but if I fuck this up…I'm blaming you for starting this…" Dean said.

Seth agreed, opening the front door as he entered, Dean following. Dolph stood up, approaching them.

"Everything okay…?" Dolph arced and eyebrow.

"Yeah…everything's fine." Seth smiled.

Dean tried not to look at the blonde, focusing his glance elsewhere.

"What's up Dean…?" Dolph said.

"Huh…? Oh…nothing much…" Dean stuttered.

"Okay…" Dolph chuckled.

The room grew awkwardly silent for a minute. Dean cursed in his head, already embarrassing himself. His face red. Soon they left, heading to the restaurant. It was almost packed, the large elegantly decorated room filled with conversation. Seth guided Dolph and Dean to their private table in a quieter area. They took their seats and a waiter greeted them, passing out the menus. Dean grabbed his menu, skimping through it nervously. Seth kept a close eye on him.

"I think I'm going to go with the steak…" Dolph started.

"That's what I might go with…how about you Dean..?" Seth said, turning to Dean.

Dean was quiet, looking through the choices as he tried to focus. His heart raced, knowing that Dolph was sitting right across from him.

"Dean…?" Seth said.

"I'm still looking…don't twist your panties in a knot…" Dean spat.

Dolph laughed at Dean's silly reply, causing the male to blush deeply. So far so good. He thought. He then closed his menu, tossing it down in front of him.

"I guess I'm getting the burger…" Dean said.

"Better be careful with that…it looks very messy…" Seth warned.

"Dude…what are you…? My mom…?" Dean said.

"All right…" Seth replied.

Dolph laughed again.

"I kind of agree with Dean, Seth…" Dolph chuckled.

The waiter returned, taking the menus back and taking their orders.

"Any drinks…?" the waiter asked.

"I'll take some red wine…" Seth said.

The waiter wrote in his tablet, looking to Dean.

"Got anything strong…?" he asked.

Seth turned to Dean, glaring at him.

"The strongest we've got is the fire whiskey." The waiter replied.

"What's in it…?" Dean asked.

"Rum, whiskey of course, and cinnamon schnapps."

"All right, I'll take that." Dean said.

"Dean are you crazy…?" Seth whispered.

"Calm down Seth…that sounds good, I'll have the same thing." Dolph said.

The waiter nods, walking off. Seth sighed, shaking his worries off.

"Yeah, live a little…remember Sethy…" Dean taunted.

"All right…smart ass…let's all get wasted…" Seth said.

"You're paying…after all, we're the guests…" Dean said.

Seth rolled his eyes. It didn't take long for the waiter to return with their drinks, the shots were sat down as the waiter pulled out a torch, igniting the drinks. The flames flickered beautifully, commenting the amber liquid. Both Dean and Dolph blew out the fire. The blonde held his glass to Dean.

"Cheers…" Dolph says.

Dean's face turned crimson, moving his glass to his, tapping it lightly. He couldn't keep his eyes off Dolph, so enticed, watching him down the shot. Dolph's face puckered to the strength of the beverage, causing Dean to grow heated, biting his bottom lip. Seth elbowed him, snapping him out of his trance. He then downed his own shot, puckering as well.

"That's tasty…I could definitely go for more…" Dolph said.

"Damn, that is good…" Dean replied.

He looked to Seth, watching him sip on his wine.

"You're not going to get drunk off that water…you know that right…?" Dean teased.

"I wasn't thinking about getting drunk…" Seth replied.

"You're no fun…" Dolph added.

"All right…all right…I don't see any harm in it…" Seth gave in.

The waiter then returned with their meals. More drinks were ordered as well. After dinner, they stayed, drinking and having a fun time, also getting really drunk.

"So Seth…how's dating Roman going…?" Dolph asked, being a bit drunk.

Seth blushed deeply, biting the bottom of his mouth sensually.

"Great…he's so good to me…" he replied.

"Oh…?" Dolph chuckled.

"What's he like in bed…?" He added.

Seth was wide-eyed, turning away timidly.

"He's…well…you remember the day I fell down the stairs and hurt my legs and couldn't walk right…?" Seth winked.

Dolph's jaw dropped as he chuckled. Dean blushed as well.

"I bet he's huge…" Dolph said.

"That's why I couldn't sit for the longest time…" Seth laughed.

Everyone laughed. Dolph turned to Dean.

"So Dean…you seeing anybody now…?" he asked.

Dean paused, blushing deeply.

"Nah…how about you…?"

Dolph shook his head.

"I'm in the same boat as you…" he said.

Yes! Dean thought to himself with a big smile. He couldn't stop looking at how sexy he was in that pink dress shirt, thinking about ripping it off of him.

"You crushing on anybody Deanie…?" The blonde asked.

Dean grew wide-eyed, his mouth opening as he was frozen. Seth looked to him, a bit worried.

"Don't worry…I can keep a secret…" Dolph winked.

"Dude…if I tell you this…you won't be weirded out will you…?" Dean said.

"Dean…" Seth warned.

"Shut up man…" Dean spat.

"No…of course not…" Dolph chuckled.

Dean hesitated, swearing in his mind as he was willing to come out despite the crap he'll probably get later.

"…guess…It'll be like a game…" Dean stuttered.

Dolph smiled.

"All right…I know it isn't Seth…obviously…uhm…is it…a woman…?" he asked

"No…" Dean answered.

Dolph's eyes widened.

"Dude, I didn't even know you swung that way…" Dolph laughed.

"The more you know…" Dean chuckled nervously.

"It's all right man…I'm the same way…" Dolph smiled.

Dean grew more relieved yet excited. He does have a chance.

"Is it one of the superstars….?" He asked.

"You're warm…" Dean said.

"Cool…is it…Daniel…?"

"No…" Dean answered.

"Is it…Jack…?"

"Nope…"

Dolph continued to think.

"Well…I'm not going to name the whole roster…give me a hint…" he chuckled.

Dean grew more nervous and Seth could obviously tell.

"The last person I wrestled…" Dean said nervously.

Dolph thought to himself, a bit confused. Being drunk wasn't helping the blonde think clearly. Then it hit him hard, Dolph's eye's widening as he leaned back in his seat. Shit! Dean thought as he was tempted to get up and leave. Seth looked to them both in worry. It was silent for that moment.

"You wrestled…me last…." Dolph said.

"Yeah….dude…I'm really sorry…I really fucking…" Dean slurred.

"No…Dean...it's all right…really…" The blonde said.

"Fuck…" the Lunatic cursed.

He then got up and stumbled passed Seth, walking off.

"Dean!" Dolph shouts.

Seth looked to the blonde.

"Dolph…he has been really hard on himself about this lately…please go easy on him okay…" Seth warned.

Dolph looked to Seth and nods in agreement, feeling really sorry for Dean, He got up and walked off, going after him, leaving the bearded male to sit alone.