Our Love // Ambrollins

Chapter 18 ~ Do I Love You?

Chapter 18 ~ Do I Love You?

Dean hid his smile as he drove Seth back to the arena to retrieve his car. He offered to have Roman grab his car and bring it back to the hotel, but Seth rejected, saying he knew how to drive with one hand.  Dean didn't fully trust that, but kept it to himself. 

"You've been quiet," Seth mumbled, looking over at the lunatic. "Did I scare you away with my truth?" 

Dean shook his head. "No. I just have nothing to say to you." 

Seth frowned, looking down at his wrapped up hand. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to take that. Was he being rude or just stating a fact? Seth was too afraid to ask and left it alone, watching the blood seep through the bright white gauze. The doctors told him that if the pain got too bad, put on the brace they had given him after he paid. Hospitals aren't free, although Seth wished they were since they were far from free. 

"Oh," Seth whispered. "Okay..." 

Den sighed, peering over at Seth. He knew Seth was upset, but he couldn't think of anything to say to him that would be comforting in any way. He was still angry at Seth for what he had done to him in the past. He knew he should be over it by now and just accept Seth's apology, but he couldn't let go. 

He drove back to the parking lot, pulling in next to Seth's car. He waited for Seth to get out, ready to leave  the moment he did, but Seth didn't budge. He stared at his bloody hand with a blank expression, not doing or saying anything.

"Seth, we're here," Dean said, tapping his finger on the steering wheel impatiently. "You can leave. Anytime." 

Seth didn't move. He heard Dean's words, but he didn't react. He was lost in thought and the longer he got to spend with Dean, the better, in his mind. He thought over their current situation and was contemplating whether or not to do what he had in mind.  

He gave it one more thought before shrugging. He turned towards Dean and pulled him close, kissing him passionately. Dean was surprised by the kiss, taken aback and about to pull back, but stopped suddenly. He liked it. No, that was an understatement. He loved this kiss. 

He loved feeling Seth's lips against his own. He loved having Seth's hand rest on the back of his head, stroking his neck hairs gently. He loved feeling Seth's tongue explore his mouth; it sent butterflies plummeting into his stomach. 

Seth released him after a minute, although Dean protested and tried to keep it going. He didn't want it to end; if that could happen for the rest of his life, he'd be pleased and say his life was the best he'd ever had. 

Dean was starting to get those familiar feelings back again and all he could do was blush since no words would come out when he tried to respond. Seth's cheek turned a light pink as he bit down on his bottom lip, about to draw blood if he went any harder. 

"I, uh," Seth stammered, his words getting mixed up and him getting flustered. He cleared his throat, refusing to make eye contact with Dean. He was afraid to see his reaction. What if he absolutely hated it? Then he'd be sending Seth his signature eye daggers and he didn't want to see that again. He hated seeing Dean mad or disappointed in him. "Yeah..." 

"Yeah, what?" Dean peeked over, seeing a fidgeting Seth. "Why are you wiggling so much?" 

"Uh, no reason," Seth responded, looking out the window instead of at Dean. "I, um, I'm sorry for that." 

"Sorry? Why?" Dean questioned, watching Seth unbuckle quickly. He stared at Seth's jeans and his eyes widened slightly when he started to notice a slight bulge in his pants. "Did I do that?"