"I Need You."

Dean stood in his patio, smoking his second cigarette since he woke up an hour ago. He pressed his palm to his forehead, wishing that Seth's face would leave his memory, wishing that he didn't have the urge to call him, to hold him... to make love to him.

Groaning, he threw his cigarette over the ledge and walked back into his house, grabbing a beer off the table and chugging it down. He was going back into his depressive state. Times like these is when Seth would help him get through whatever he was going through, but since the problem was him, there was nothing he could do. It'd been three days since they talked and Dean was growing impatient. He half expected Seth to come running back each day, but he hadn't even text Dean since he sent him away.

Grabbing his phone, he decided to call his other best friend. "Roman, what's up, man?"

"Nothing much, man, just woke up. Where have you been lately?"

"Nowhere and everywhere." Dean said, sitting on his couch. "You want to go shoot some hoops?"

"Sure. I'll call Seth and..."

"No!... Um, I-I talked to Seth already and he said he was busy, so..." Dean lied.

"Oh, alright, then. I have an appointment at 1, so we can meet at around 4 if you want."

Dean looked at the clock and saw that it was 10:32. He sighed, needing to get out now before he went completely crazy. "Alright, bro, I'll see you at 4."

"Alright, see you."

He hung up the phone and threw it on the coffee table. Rubbing his face, he tried not to get frustrated but ended up throwing the beer bottle against the wall before getting up and walking to the bedroom.

"Get up." He said, rolling his eyes.

The woman laying on the bed shifted and looked up at Dean with her sleepy brown eyes. "Good morning to you, too."

Dean sighed. "You have to go. I've got somewhere to be."

She got up, slipping her shirt over her bare breasts and stood up. "You're definitely not a morning person." She rolled her eyes and stood up, bending to grab her shorts off the floor and sliding them on.

Dean shook his head and walked up to her, pulling her to him by the waist. "Come over again tonight."

"Why should I?"

"Because last night was the best night of your life."

She blushed and looked down. "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't."

He smiled. "I'll text you when to come over, alright?"

"Fine." She said and looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed her lips before leading her out of the door.

When she was gone, he went to go shower and got dressed in some jeans, a plain white shirt, and a jacket. He slipped his sneakers on, grabbed his car keys, cell phone, and basketball then left the house.

Dean wasn't really planning on going anywhere, just driving around for a while trying to get his mind off of everything. Suddenly, after doing two laps around the block, he found himself heading in the direction of Seth's house. So many times on the way there he tried to turn around, but he just couldn't. He needed to feel Seth's skin and kiss his lips. When he reached Seth's house, he didn't bother to take anything, leaving his phone in the car, locked the doors, and practically ran into the house. He was completely out of his mind... he was losing it. He didn't see Seth, but he heard the shower running. Closing the door, he made his way to Seth's bedroom, his eyes widening at how messy it was. Seth was usually an organized guy so seeing his clothes thrown on the floor, bed undone, cups and plates everywhere really surprised him.

Dropping to his knees, he grabbed one of Seth's shirts and brought it to his nose, inhaling his scent and sighed. God... why was he here? He still hadn't figured everything out, but yet here he was in the middle of Seth's room, smelling his shirt. Hearing the water go off, he stood up and quickly left the house, getting in his car, and driving away as fast as he could.

Seth got out the shower and dried his body, wiping his face from the water and tears that were plastered on it. He sighed, wiping the mirror, and staring at his puffy eyes, feeling completely pathetic. Dean was most likely living his life, not worried about Seth, while he was here crying out his eyes every night and doing everything possible to avoid any kind of human interaction.

Slipping on some boxers and shorts, he walked back into his bedroom, drying his hair. He checked his phone and saw that he had a missed call and a message. Getting his hopes up, he opened the message and frowned when he saw it wasn't from Dean. Taking his phone, he laid back on the bed and scrolled through his contacts until he reached Dean's name. He wrote a text message and saved it to his drafts, knowing he didn't have the courage to send it.

He called Roman back.

"Finally, man, I called you an hour ago."

"I was in the shower." Seth said. "How are you? How was the honeymoon?"

"It was amazing. You okay, man? You sound like shit."

"I'm fine, bro. Just going through some bullshit. Nothing to worry about."

"Oh, okay. Well, Dean and I are going to shoot hoops later. What are you doing that you can't make it?"

Closing his eyes, he knew Roman had already talking to Dean. "I just... something came up." He lied. "Maybe next week I'll be free."

"Alright, well if your plans somehow get cancelled, come meet us. We haven't had guys time in a while."

'Not involving you.' Seth thought and shook his head. "Alright, bro. I'll see what I can do. I'll hit you up later."

"Alright, see you, bro."

Throwing his phone on the floor, Seth flipped over on his stomach and buried his face in the pillow, feeling himself about to cry again.

Later that day, Seth woke up and noticed that it was almost 1 pm. Sighing, he reached over the bed and grabbed his phone. No new texts, no new calls. Throwing it back on the bed, he got up and walked out the room. After washing his teeth, he went into the kitchen and started fixing himself something to eat when someone knocked on his front door.

Before he could open the door, Dean walked in, grabbed the back of Seth's neck, pulled him close, and kissed him passionately. Turning him around, Dean pushed him against the door, his fingers in Seth's hair, his tongue caressing the inside of Seth's mouth. Dean groaned deeply, pushing his body against Seth's, who was rubbing his hands up Dean's back. Dean's hand slid down to grab Seth's face, moving it to the side so he could kiss his neck.

Seth moaned, wanting Dean so bad, but his confusion growing by the second. "Dean..."

"Don't." Dean said against Seth's neck, shaking his head. "Please, don't." He began to slide his tongue along Seth's neck, leading it down his chest.

"Dean, please... wait..."

Dean didn't stop, his fingers working to pull down Seth's pants as he continued his trail of kisses and licks down Seth's chest, inhaling his scent as he did earlier and loving the way his skin felt.

"God... Dean..."

"Ssh," Dean hushed him, kissing his stomach. "I need you."

Seth closed his eyes, wanting Dean too... but he was afraid Dean didn't want him the way Seth did. "Dean, I'm not going to be your fuck buddy..."

Dean closed his eyes, putting his head down as his hands fell to the floor. "What the fuck, Seth?"

It took all of Seth to move away from Dean and pulled his pants back up. "You didn't come here to tell me you wanted to be with me. You came here to tell me you needed to fuck me because none of those women you fucked can satisfy you as much as I did."

Dean stood up and walked up to Seth. "You keep telling me accept this shit, and I'm trying! Why do you keep making this so difficult for me?"

"Because I want you, Dean!" He yelled, grabbing Dean's jacket and pulling him closer. He put his forehead on Dean's as tears stung in his eyes. He didn't want to cry... not in front of Dean. "I want you, I need you, and it's so much more than the way you want and need me."

"Admitting that I even needed you took long enough. Please, can you just accept that?" Dean reached his hand up and placed it on Seth's neck.

Seth closed his eyes and sighed. "I just..." Sighing, he pressed his lips against Dean's as a tear fell out of his eye. He loved this man so much and it killed him that Dean wouldn't try harder.

Dean pushed Seth's hair from his face as he pulled their lips away and began to kiss the tears spilling out of Seth's eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Please try."

"I have."

"Not hard enough." Seth voice cracked as he grabbed Dean's jacket harder. He didn't want to let him go. "It's not enough, Dean."

Sighing, Dean moved away from him, grabbing his wrists when Seth wouldn't let go on his jacket. "Let go, Seth." Dean whispered, his voice shaking.

"Please, Dean. I want to be with you... I need to be with you."

"If you want more than what we've done, I can't give it to you, Seth, I just can't." Pushing his hands off of his jacket, he kissed Seth one more time before walking away and not looking back.