"I Can't Be Around You."

"Things Aren't Supposed To Be Like This."

Dean couldn't deny it anymore, and as the night grew darker, his desires were starting to overpower his mind. This wasn't like him, he wasn't suppose to be having these feelings and he hated himself for even thinking about thinking about it. He covered his face with his hands and groaned loudly, suddenly feeling hot, despite the 43 degrees of winter whistling by outside his window. This was driving him insane. How did that one stupid little kiss get to him so damn much? He didn't know... he wasn't sure he even wanted to know. But all he did know was that it did. Now the real question was, what was he going to do about it?

Seth laid in his bed, completely awake, knowing that sleep wasn't going to come to him any time soon. His whole body felt as if it was on fire as he tried to hold back the urges that were slowly winning the fight. He turned on his side and stared at the clock on the bedside table. 2:17am illumated in bright red numbers. He closed his eyes and rubbed them for a minute. Why was this getting to him so much? It wasn't supposed to mean anything, yet he's making the biggest deal out of it and freaking out. He was more scared about what tomorrow would bring. He stared at the clock again. If he ever made it tomorrow.

"Fuck it." Seth said, reaching over and grabbing his phone. He searched for Dean's number and sent him a text.

Seth: Are you awake?

Dean heard the buzzing on his cell phone but hesitated on picking it up. He had it feeling it was Seth and he didn't know if talking to him was a good idea. They hadn't talking since the second kiss... three days ago.

His phone buzzed again. Giving up, he sighed and reached for the device.

Seth: Are you awake?

Seth: Dean, you have to talk to me sometime.

He sighed. Why is this happening to him?

Dean: Yeah, I'm awake, Seth. What is it?

Seth: You don't have to be rude. I just want to talk to you.

Dean: I don't have much to say to you, to be honest.

Why was he being so mean? Seth asked himself, now sitting up against the headboard of his bed.

Seth: Can I come over?

Dean: No.

Seth put his phone down and rubbed his fingers through his hair. This was killing him. Dean needed to stop acting like a child and just talk to him already. He picked his phone back up and replied.

Seth: Dean, stop acting this way, please. We have to talk about what happened.

Dean: I don't want to talk about anything. I want to sleep, so leave me alone.

"Fuck this." Seth said, getting out of bed, slipping on a shirt and sandals and heading out of his bedroom. He grabbed his car keys off the kitchen counter and headed out the door. Dean was going to talk to him, one way or another!

Dean was in his kitchen getting some water when the knocks came to his front door. His stomach literally dropped because he knew it was Seth. He knew Seth was coming over when he didn't text back.

"Dean, open the door. I know you're awake."

Fuck. He walked up to the door. "Go home, Seth. I don't want to talk to you."

"Are you a fucking child? Stop acting like this is 3rd grade and open the got damn door!"

Dean unlocked the door, but didn't open it. He was acting foolish, he knew it. But then again, he never felt this way before.

Seth opened the door and, without wasting any time, grabbed Dean's face and kissed him passionately, slamming the door behind him. Dean grunted, his head telling him to push Seth away, but his body wanted to pull him closer. He was so conflicted it hurt. He grabbed ahold of Seth's neck and started to kiss back, his body burning with desire. He had no idea what was happening to him or why it was even happening to him... but it was happening.

Seth pushed him up against the wall, lifting his hands above his head and linking their fingers together while caressing the inside of Dean's mouth with his tongue. Dean moaned as he felt Seth's erection against him and feeling his own erection harden with each passing second.

Dean had to stop this. He had to. "Stop," He grunted, using the little strength he had to push Seth away.

"Dean, please. I don't want to fight this anymore."

"No, no." Dean moved away from him, running his hands through his hair and shaking his head. "This can't be happening."

"It is and I wish you wouldn't push it away so hard."

"You're my best friend, Seth! And not to mention, a guy!"

"Don't you think I know that? Don't you know how hard I've tried to push these feelings away, but they always seem to overpower me." He stepped closer to Dean. "I don't know what's happening, but I don't have the strength to fight it anymore."

Dean moved away and sat on the couch, stuffing his face in his head. "What the fuck is happening to me?"

"Just stop fighting it."

"How? How do I stop fighting something that I'm not even sure of?"

Seth sat down next to him and moved his hands from his face, rubbing his cheek. "Stop thinking about why it's wrong and start accepting how it makes you feel." Seth leaned forward and kissed him again.

Dean closed his eyes and thought about pushing him away. He just stayed still as Seth nibbled on his lips and traced his tongue with the tip of his tongue, making his body react again. "Fuck..." He whispered.

"Don't fight it." Seth said then proceeded to lay Dean down on the couch, sliding off his shirt and kissing his chest. Dean inhaled and put his hands on Seth's head, trying to relax and not over think this. Seth kissed his chest back up to his neck then kissed his lips again as he began to grind his body against Dean's.

"I can't." Dean sighed, pushing Seth away. As much as his body was saying yes, he couldn't ignore that inch of no that was burning in the back of his mind.

Seth sighed and sat back on the couch, pushing his hair back. "Look, I don't want to pressure you, but you've got to talk to me."

"What am I supposed to say, Seth? Before you kissed me, I never even had this feelings and now all of a sudden we're slobbering in each other's faces? What the fuck is that?" He stood up and went back into the kitchen, leaning against the counter.

Seth groaned and followed him. "What do you want to do then?"

"I want you to just leave me alone and let me think. You can't just come barging in here and expect me to accept all of this. This isn't me... this isn't supposed to be happening."

"Whatever, Dean. But remember, you kissed me back so you obviously feel in someway that it's right."

"Just get out, Seth. I can't do this right now." Dean rubbed his eyes.

Seth shook his head, grabbed his keys off the floor, and left the house.