Chapter 23:

Rating: M

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Seth felt his stomach drop as he heard the very familiar voice that called out to him. His whole world was collapsing around him right now. He was suddenly very aware of exactly what position he was in with Dean. There was no way to cover their position up with an excuse, there was no hiding what they'd been doing. He slowly turned his head to where he'd heard the voice, his heart in his throat as he looked across the pool and his eyes met with the face of one of his closest friends'.

He could still feel Dean's hands on his body, the one that was tightly wound in his hair dropping down and going around his waist in a protective manner. His skin tingled from the small show of affection but he tried not to let it show as his eyes locked onto the hazel orbs of his friend. He took a deep breath although it didn't soothe his fast beating heart. "Phil. I-I-"

"Don't you dare say it's not what it looks like!" Phil snapped at Seth. "I fucking knew you were doing this you lying, little-"

"Hey! Don't start calling him names." Dean cut in. "And how the hell did you get into my house?"

Phil shrugged his shoulders carelessly. "I jumped the fence."

"That's trespassing, asshole." Dean's blue orbs narrowed at the somewhat familiar stranger that was standing in his pool area. He stayed steady where he was however, Seth's body still in his arms, his cock still buried inside of the younger man.

"Oh, you're calling me the asshole?" Phil scoffed at him. "That's rich coming from you. You're the one whose sleeping with your friends' boyfriend."

"Get off my property." Dean snapped. "Or I'm calling the police."

"Fine." Phil responded sharply. He folded his arms across his chest, a smug smirk on his lips as he stared at the two men in the pool. "I guess I'll go call Roman then."

Seth's brown eyes widened, they were pleading, begging him not to before he'd even opened his mouth. "Phil. Please Don't."

"Why the hell shouldn't I?" Phil challenged him. "He probably already knows and you've lied to him a half a dozen times. You're pathetic Seth."

"Phil. Just don't tell him. Please." Seth was definitely on the verge of begging. He could feel the tears that were beginning to pool at the corners of his eyes. Surely he was about to lose it all. He felt the tension from Dean behind him but that didn't mean that the protective arms had loosened any. "C'mon man. Don't do something stupid."

Phil just gave him a look. "You fucking hypocrite." He held up his hand and shook his head. "No. If you actually want to talk about this like adults, then get that guys dick out of your ass, put some damn clothes on and get inside."

Seth watched Phil turn on his heel and walk into the house through the door. He felt his heart racing in his chest. He slowly turned his head to look at Dean, the older man's blue orbs clouded over with something else. "This wasn't at all how I thought today would turn out."

Dean pulled a soft smile. "I suppose its lucky it wasn't Nikki that caught up. She'd have ripped my dick off by now."

Seth tried to laugh but no such noise came out. He reluctantly pulled himself out of Dean's grip, the sudden coldness without Dean's arms around him was almost too much. He shuddered slightly, a cold breeze going across his naked body as he stepped out of the pool. Out of sheer instinct, his hands covered his cock even though Phil had seen everything anyway.

His mind couldn't stop racing, every single thought about his relationship with Roman coming into his thoughts. He remembered conversations that they'd had together about their future, about their lives together. And of course the number of times that he had lied to the man that he loved over his 'friendship' with Dean. He was literally the worst human being on the face of the earth right now. Who the hell does this sort of shit to someone that they loved? Oh that's right, he did.

He reached his towel in a relatively short amount of time, drying off the excess cum and water that was still on his body. He was so far into his own mind that he jumped about a foot into the air when he felt Dean's hand on his shoulder, two pairs of gym shorts in his hand and a smile on his face. Seth's own lips curled into a small smile of its own. "What are they for?"

Dean shrugged. "Well I have no idea where you put your jeans and since I want that jerk out of my house as soon as possible, I figured this would be the best option."

"Thanks." Seth responded politely. He had the sudden, overwhelming urge to lean in and press his lips against Dean's right now, their eyes locked in an intense stare off that was shooting chemistry everywhere around them. He dropped his gaze before he did do what he wanted to, knowing full well that Phil was probably pressed up against the window watching their every move.

He felt and saw Dean take a step away from him to pull on his own shorts. He didn't want to believe that there was something more between them if there wasn't but Dean wasn't exactly ending his thoughts. He pulled on the shorts that Dean had given to him, the elastic waistband sitting firmly around his hips.

He took a deep breath and glanced over to where Dean was standing, the older man's blue orbs were watching his every move. He turned away once more, his stomach doing back flips in protest of his movements, the voice in the back of his mind telling him to fuck the consequences and fall into the arms of the man with the baby blue eyes but no. He stopped. He had to straighten this all out with Phil before he even thought about anything else.

He walked towards the door, his heart racing, stomach still turning as he opened the door and stepped inside of the lavish house. He glanced around the kitchen, his brow creasing when he saw that Phil was nowhere to be seen. He heard a cough come from the living room that was just out past the kitchen and he followed where he thought Phil would be waiting for him. He was aware of the fact that he hadn't heard the door close behind him even though he'd left it open.

He kept moving until he reached the living room, his heart stopping right in his throat as he finally locked his gaze with Phil's. Phil was sitting in one of Dean's expensive leather chairs, his legs parted, his arms folded tightly across his chest. His face showed nothing but anger and hurt. Seth took a deep breath and sat down on the matching black leather couch that was practically right next to Phil's chair. He took another deep breath, their eye contact not faltering as he thought carefully about what he would say to his closest friend. He couldn't have spoken if he wanted to, his lips refusing to budge.

"You're just going to sit there and not say anything?" Phil balked at him. "You're downright pathetic Seth. Have a set of balls man and own up to what you fucking did."

Seth exhaled a sharp breath. "I don't know what the hell you want me to say."

"Why don't you tell me why you did it in the first place?" Phil started. "Why don't you start with how in the fuck you could even cheat on Roman? You're an idiot."

Seth threw his hands up in exasperation. "Look, I don't know what made me cheat on Roman, okay?!" He took a deep breath. He knew his eyes were on the verge of tears right now and he didn't want to do this in front of Phil. "Maybe it was because Dean's pretty fucking hot. Or maybe it was because mine and Roman's relationship was getting boring."

"Dean's not that hot." Phil started with a dramatic eye roll. "And I know you're fucking lying to me about your relationship being stale with Roman. You're forgetting that I saw all the times that Dean came into the store and I watched the way that you two were together. Why did you really do it?"

"I don't know what made me do it Phil!" Seth snapped. "I love Roman more than anything and while I regret doing what I did with Dean, I also don't." He saw the filthy, judging look that was on Phil's face. "Phil, you can't judge me for what goes on in my relationship. You don't know the half of it and you only ever see my side."

"Because I know how happy Roman made you Seth!" Phil countered. "I know exactly what you've been through before you'd met him and Roman was everything that you wanted in a man. I just feel that you're throwing it all away. And for what? Dean's not going to give up his lifestyle for you."

Seth let out a heavy breath. Phil was saying what he already knew deep down was the case. "That's not what I want."

"Bullshit that's not what you want!" Phil snapped loudly, his hazel eyes glancing up to see Dean in the door way of the kitchen, a curious expression on his face. "You've always wanted to have your happy ending and you're going to lose the best man you'll ever get because you're selfish. Dean doesn't want you as a boyfriend."

"You don't know shit about what I want." Dean cut in. He made his presence known by stepping into the room and moving over to the other side of the couch, sitting at least one cushion away from Seth. "But please. Keep saying how much of a piece of shit I am while you're in my house and sitting on my furniture. And please keep telling Seth that Roman is a million times better than me."

"I'm trying to help him." Phil snapped back. "I know your type Dean. You are a 'fuck em and leave em' type of guy. You don't want anything romantic at all with Seth, do you?"

"This isn't the conversation that I want to have with you." Dean replied sharply. "That's a conversation I need to have with just Seth and it's also none of your business."

"It is my business if you hurt him." Phil countered.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Do you actually have anything useful to say?"

"Not to you." Phil snapped. He turned to Seth. "Roman doesn't deserve this Seth. You know he doesn't. That man treats you like a prince and this is the way that you repay him?"

"I know." Seth said quietly. "Today was supposed to be the last day anyway."

"That doesn't make it right." Phil replied. "Roman's a great guy. He-"

"Sounds like maybe you want to date Roman." Dean cut in. There was a shit eating grin on his face as he looked over at Phil. He saw the flicker of fear in Phil's eyes like he'd just been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing.

"You need to tell Roman." Phil turned to Seth. He was unable to look over at Dean, the truth written all over his face. Sure, he'd always thought Roman was a stand up, fantastic guy but nothing more than that. At least that's what he'd always thought. "He deserves to know. And it'll probably put him out of his misery."

Seth's brow creased. "What do you mean?"

"Roman's had his suspicions about you two since that first night that you didn't come home." Phil answered. "You must have told him that you were with me, which was dumb because there was no way in hell that I would cover up for you when you're doing the wrong thing." He continued. "So he called me to confirm his fears."

Seth dropped his head down into his hands. "Fuck!" He screamed into his hands. He knew he shouldn't have been so reckless with his actions, knowing that it would all catch up to him in the end. He felt the first lot of tears spill from the corners of his eyes. He'd never wanted to hurt Roman and he could already picture the look on the Samoan man's face.

"You need to tell him Seth." Phil pointed out.

Seth lifted his head and wiped across his eyes with the back of his hand. He saw Phil's stern look softening slightly, no doubt from the arrival of tears. "I still love him. I've given him six years of my life." He said quietly, almost pathetically. He was very aware of the look that Dean was giving him right now, his blue orbs focused solely on him, the tension radiating off of his body was making Seth feel downright uncomfortable. "I don't know how to tell him."

Phil shrugged his shoulders carelessly. "That's something that you need to work out for yourself." He stood up abruptly. "But you need to tell him today or I'm telling him for you."

That was the last thing that Phil said before he got up and left the room. Seth knew Phil was being serious, the older man always was. He slowly turned to look at Dean who was watching him carefully. He took a deep breath, definitely unsure of what to say next. They just stared at each other for a few minutes, blue on brown speaking a silent conversation.

He let out a heavy breath, their eye contact unfaltering. "This has ruined my vision of today." He forced a small smile.

"Well if you weren't friends with criminals who jumped people's fences, then maybe we still could have had our perfect day." Dean responded.

"I have no idea how I'm going to tell Roman. The thought is stressing me the fuck out." Seth said honestly.

"Seth, there's something I need to tell you." Dean started. He could feel the anxiety radiating off of Seth and that only made him feel worse. "This isn't the first time that this has happened between Roman and I. You're not the first boyfriend of his I've slept with."

Seth's brown eyes widened. "What?!"

"Roman's first boyfriend in college, Tyler, was the only other one. I was stupid and irresponsible back then and I just did it. Roman was mad but he forgave me back then." Dean answered. "He's not going to forgive me this time though. He loves you more than anything Seth and I fucked it up because I couldn't keep it in my pants."

Seth let out a heavy, shaking breath. "Why did you pursue me then? If you'd already done it before?"

"You're pretty damn hot Seth. That was why I did it initially." Dean answered. "But after we started to hang out, I realized that you were actually a pretty cool guy. I wanted to hang out with you. I wanted to get to know you."

"So, do you want me for more than my body? Would you want something more from me?" Seth asked. He knew he was pressing his luck, knowing deep down that the answer was something he didn't want to hear.

"That's not a conversation for right now." Dean replied.

"Well why the hell not?" Seth snapped. "Surely you feel what's going on between us!"

"Seth. Please stop." Dean said sharply. "You need to focus on what it is you're going to say to Roman."

"Will you come with me?" Seth asked, almost pleading.

"No." Dean's answer was sharp and pointed.

"Why not?" Seth demanded.

"Because this isn't my relationship." Dean responded. "You have to sort it out between you and Roman. That's not my place to be and you know it. And besides, Roman will beat the shit out of me soon enough."

"I thought for sure that you would have been there with me to tell Roman." Seth said quietly.

"Think again." Dean replied firmly.

"Apparently I got involved with an asshole." Seth spat, standing up. "An asshole who has no feelings whatsoever."

Dean watched him storm off to where he assumed he'd left his clothes. He let out a deep breath. He'd wanted to be there for Seth but he couldn't. He'd wanted to be more supportive but he couldn't. Everything he'd worked so hard for was at stake right now even if his heart wanted the younger man who'd just stormed off in a huff. He'd promised Nikki a baby and he couldn't be sleeping with Seth if that was his promise to her.

"Knock knock!" He looked up towards the front of the house. He could hear the familiar voice and the telltale click, clacking of expensive heels on his tiled floor. He honestly didn't care right now that Nikki was going to catch them together.

Seth and Nikki both happened to walk into the living room at the same time. He gave them each a nonplussed look. Nikki was the first one to speak, her brown eyes narrowing as she glanced across the room at Seth. Today she was dressed in a low cut, black, sleeveless, skin tight dress that had a long zipper right up the front of it. Her make up and hair was done perfectly as were her accessories. "What the hell is that little twink doing in your house? I thought I told you you couldn't see him anymore."

"It's alright. I'm going." Seth snapped viciously. He cursed when he remembered that he'd left his towel and swimmers outside. He turned and went to retrieve them. When he returned, he couldn't help but take a swipe at Nikki. "How does it feel knowing that he'll fuck me better than he'll ever fuck you? How does it feel knowing that your man fucks me every which way to Sunday and he won't even touch you?"

Nikki glared. She threw her handbag onto the couch and took a few steps forward. "If you don't think I'll kick your ass, then you've got another thing coming."

"Do it then." Seth challenged. "It won't change the fact that he'll always fuck me better or that he keeps coming back for more." He glanced at Dean. "See you round." He tried to calm his heavy breathing as he walked past them, his stomach churning at the thought of telling Roman his deepest secret.

Nikki stared flabbergasted at Dean as Seth walked past them, shit eating grin on his face. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Dean shrugged. "You got what you wanted though. He's gone."

"Don't fucking lie to me!" Nikki yelled back. "You had better be done with him."

"Yeah, yeah I am." Dean answered.

"Good." Nikki smiled, sliding into the seat next to him. Her hand crept across his leg, fingers ghosting over his thick cock. "Now we can do what you promised you'd give me."

Dean merely nodded. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, connecting their lips. He groaned into the kiss, her hand squeezing his growing cock. Maybe if he pretended that Nikki was Seth then he could do it. Maybe he could do one thing right and make one person happy.

TBC

A/N: dn dn dn. So only one person guessed Phil was the one who sprung them. Early update cause you guys are awesome and I got 20 reviews for the last chapter! Thank you! As always, look forward to hearing what you guys thought. Thank you again for reading and reviewing! GatesVengeance x