A/N: Thank you so much to those of you that reviewed the last chapter. I love every single one of them. Here is chapter 6 and hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 6
Dean Ambrose laid there, stunned and hurt. Did Punk really tell him to leave after what just happened? Why would he do that?
Punk stood up off the bed and went to the bathroom. He slammed the door shut, and Dean jumped at the sound. He is the one that started this. Why is he pissed? Dean Ambrose slowly got off the bed and went in search for his clothes. When he found all of them, he slowly pulled them on. When he was fully dressed, Punk walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He went to his bag and grabbed some clothes, getting ready for a shower. "Punk?"
"Just go, Dean." Punk started to head for the bathroom but Dean stood in his way.
"Why? What is wrong?"
"We shouldn't have done that. Just go. Fuck off." Dean was once again hurt at everything Punk has said. There was a lump in his throat and he couldn't speak. So he just turned around and headed out the door, looking back one more time in hope that Punk would change his mind, but didn't.
Dean walked back into his hotel room, where Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns were waiting for him. When he walked in they stood, both looking angry.
"Why were you at Punk's?" he saw that Roman Reigns was holding his cell phone, and obviously have read his messages.
"Why the fuck are you going through my phone?" He snatched his phone out of Roman's hands and walked to his bed and lied down.
"Because you have been gone for a while, and we couldn't find you." They both sat down on the bed with Dean, calming down since they can see something is really bothering him.
"I'm a big boy, Roman. I can take care of myself." Ambrose had his eyes closed and arm draped over his face, covering his eyes. He wanted to let everything out, but knew he couldn't without coming out to his two best friends. Well maybe it was time.
"I know that. Why were you at Punk's? And what's wrong?" Roman placed his hand on Dean's leg, comforting him.
"I am just not in a good mood." He moved his arm and opened his eyes to see what their reactions would be.
"Something had to have happened over there. What was it?" This time, it was Seth Rollins trying to get Ambrose to talk.
"We just had a...um...argument. That's all."
"Argument? Yeah, right. You guys aren't even really friends, what would you have to argue about?" Roman said. They were not buying this, and they felt something fishy going on.
Dean sat up, deciding that he should probably tell them. I mean, who knows? They might be able to actually help me. "Look, the truth is...I am in love with Punk." He looked up, expected to see a disgusted look on both of their faces. There was a look of shock and confusion on the face of Roman Reigns. But on the face of Seth Rollins, there is a look of shock, betrayal, and hurt. He looked at them both, understanding Roman's reaction, but not so much of Seth's. Why does Seth look so hurt? I didn't insult him or anything.
Roman cleared his throat and looked up at Dean, who looked very nervous. "Your...gay?"
He didn't answer his question verbally. He slowly nodded his head, not looking them straight in the eyes.
Seth stood up and slowly walked over to his bed. He sat down and stared at the floor. Both Roman and Dean just shook it away and moved on.
"Alright then. So why do you look upset?" Roman was trying to seem like he was comfortable with all this.
"We had...sex. And now he doesn't want anything to do with me." Seth cringed at the mention on 'sex'. Then he started to smile a little when he mentioned that Punk didn't want anything to do with him anymore. He felt bad for him, but didn't really care at the moment.
"Wow. Okay. Never thought about you ever having sex with a guy, but whatever. Did he not enjoy it or something?"
"No, he enjoyed it. I know that for a fact." Dean was so happy that Roman was trying to help him out and not being disturbed by the information that was just given to him. Seth, on the other hand, he doesn't know what is wrong with him.
"Well, maybe he didn't want to have it in the first place. Maybe he gave into temptation and badly regrets it."
"Maybe." He again held his head down, squinting his eyebrows, wishing he knew what was going on in Punk's mind.
"You should go talk to him." Dean whipped his head towards Roman, and Seth stood up walking quickly towards them.
"You shouldn't do that...um...if he wants space then give him some space. At least for now." He added that last part to not look suspicious.
What the hell is wrong with him? Dean stood up and scratched him head nervously. "Maybe your right, Roman. I will go talk to him. See you guys soon." With that, he walked to the door, Seth close behind him begging him to stay. But he left anyways and Seth fell to his knees.
"What the fuck is you problem?" Roman stood up and walked over to Seth. He grabbed his arm and dragged him to his own bed and sat him down on it. "Well?"
"I am in love with him." Seth whispered and Roman couldn't hear him.
"What?" He was starting to get frustrated and was speaking much louder than he should have been.
"I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!" Seth stood up and got in his face, yelling.
"Your in love with Punk? Am I just surrounded by a bunch of gays?" He sat down next to Seth and placed his hand on his back, rubbing up and down.
"Yes I am gay. But I am not in love with Punk. I am in love with Dean."
His eyes went wide and he grabbed Seth and forced him on the bed and also forced him to look at him. "Your in love with Dean?"
"Yes. I have been ever since I met him." A tear fell out of Seth's eyes and Roman grabbed his face, wiping them with his thumb. He pulled him in and hugged him, he hated seeing his best friends hurt. And they were both hurt.
"It's okay. And if it would make you feel better, I would be glad to fuck you." Roman was smiling and Seth started laughing. He knew that would help make him feel better for the moment.
"Thank you, Rom. I may take you up on that offer one of these days." He was still laughing and he looked up at him.
"You know what? Just because you are my best friend, I will fuck you one time whenever you want." He tightened his hold on Seth and kissed the top of his head.
"Well thank you. I may use it one of these days to get my mind off of Dean."
Dean Ambrose made it to Punk's door and lightly knocked on it. He heard feet on the other side of the door, and then the door slowly opened revealing only Punk's head.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Do you not know the meaning of 'leave'?" Punk was rubbing his eyes and they looked red as if he was crying.
"Why were you crying baby?" Dean tried to get to him and pull him into his arms but Punk threatened to shut the door all the way.
"That is not your concern. And I am not you 'baby'. Get it through your thick fucking skull." Punk was about to close the door for real this time. Dean knew he was going to regret this, but he busted his way through the door and Punk. Punk nearly fell on the ground but Dean caught him.
The second he was in Dean's arms, Punk immediately felt better. But this was the reason he was crying in the first place. He was crying because he was going completely insane. He wanted to kill himself every time he longed for Dean. Every time he thought about him, wanted him, or even admitted he had feelings for him. And here he was, in his arms and his mind went blank. He couldn't remember why he didn't want to be with him. Instead he leaned up and kissed him.
When they finally pulled off, Dean looked down at the beautiful man that he is so deeply in love with. "You are so confusing."
When he spoke, Punk was then brought back to reality. He realized what he did and mentally punched himself in the face. What is wrong with me? He got out of Dean's embrace and walked to the couch and sat down, placing his head in his hands.
"What is wrong, Punk. I know you like me based on what happened tonight."
"You don't know a thing." Punk didn't even look up at Dean, but he said it as harshly as he could.
"Don't do this, Punk. I know you like me. You just kissed me. Why are you fighting it?" He sat down next to Punk and tried to rub his back, but Punk scooted farther down the couch, not being able to handle his touch..
"I am not fighting anything. Why are you even here?" This time Punk looked up, with an annoyed face looking at him.
"I came here for you. I want you, Punk. I need you. Please." Dean scooted closer to him and placed his hand on his face. He brushed his thumb across his bottom lip and Punk closed his eyes, loving the feeling of his hands on him.
He opened his eyes and bit his lip. "You don't need me. Nobody needs me. So just leave."
"I do need you, baby. I love you." Punk's eyes went wide. Did he just say he loves me? Love? Punk couldn't help but to smile a little. He didn't believe him, but it was nice hearing those three words from somebody.
"You don't love me. You just love fucking me."
"I've only fucked you once."
"And it was so good that you love it and you think you love me, but you don't. So just get it straight, pal." He was trying to lighten up the tension in the room. He didn't know what he was feeling anymore. Dean's confession only left him even more confused.
"I've loved you for a long time, Phil. Way before tonight and before the...fucking...that happened tonight."
"That shouldn't have happened."
"You are the one that started it. And you are the one that called me here." Dean was talking with his hands, they were flying everywhere trying to make his point.
"Yeah, and that was a mistake in more ways than one."
Dean lowered his head, finally feeling defeated. Maybe Punk doesn't want me after all. I should probably just accept the fact now. No point in delaying the initial heart break.
Punk looked over and saw the look on Dean's face. His heart immediately broke. He didn't want to do this, but he felt like he had to. His voice was now a low hoarse whisper. "You need to go. I'm tired." Punk stood up and placed his hands in his pockets, standing on edge.
Dean Ambrose nodded his head and stood up. He quickly turned and pulled Punk close to him. He kissed him feverishly, trying to show Punk that he truly does love him. When he pulled away, he ran his fingers through Punk's short hair and his other arm was around his waist pulling him in. "I really do love you. Goodbye Punk."
With that, he slowly left the room. He looked back at Punk every few seconds until he was finally gone.
Punk collapsed on the floor and hugged himself tightly, rocking back and forth. Punk fell asleep on the floor that night, vowing that nothing else will happen between him and Dean Ambrose.
A/N: Thank you for reading and I really hope you enjoyed it. So what do you think Seth plans on doing to win Dean over? And do you think that Punk will really have nothing else to do with Dean? Please review and let me know what you think will happen. Thanks again for reading. :)