The Price of Love (Boyxboy)

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alex p.o.v.

I woke up stiff. And it wasn't just my joints and muscles either. I frowned and was about to get up so I could take care of the problem, but Dean's arms were still wrapped tightly around my waist. I tried to untangle myself from his grip, but he wasn't having any of it. He just snuggled closer and wrapped his arms even tighter around me.

I sighed, looking down at him. Suddenly, my eyes widened. I thought I had slept without any dreams last night, but seeing Dean's face triggered a memory.

Hot, sweaty skin, breath coming in gasps, lips pressed against -

Jesus Christ what was wrong with me?

I pulled away from Dean more forcefully now, and he relented, releasing my waist with a whimper. I froze, the noise sending tingles down my spine. I looked back at him for a second, his face peaceful, his bare chest exposed, a single sheet wrapped low on his hips. I shook my head forcefully and swallowed hard.

I stood up and quickly made my way to the bathroom, my scar pulsing. I rubbed it unconsciously, and grimaced at the memory of how I got it. I shook my head again and turned on the shower, making sure the water was cold before stepping in.

I winced as the cold stream hit me, but it succeeded in taking care of the problem. I shivered as I stepped out. I dried myself with a towel before pulling my sweatpants back on. I left the bedroom and walked into the kitchen. I tried the lights, and to my surprise, they flickered on.

I grinned and stuck a couple waffles in the toaster before heating up a pot of coffee. I was halfway through my waffles when Dean stumbled in, still drowsy. His hair stuck out in all directions, and his eyes were half-closed. He looked adorab-

No, I reminded myself firmly. You are not gay.

"Morning," I said. Dean yawned in response and slumped into a chair at the table. I poured him a cup of coffee which he gratefully accepted. "Waffles?"

Dean nodded and I made four more, plopping them down on a plate and passing him the maple syrup. He cut into the waffles slowly before coating them in maple syrup. I took the seat in front of him.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked.

"Alright," he said. "I think your elbow was poking me though, because something hard was digging into my hip all night."

I almost choked on my coffee. Dean raised an eyebrow at me, and my face burned red.

"It was hot," I said. Dean nodded slowly, but looked suspicious. "Did you have any more nightmares?" I asked after a pause.

"No. I didn't have any dreams. You?" He asked, looking intently at his coffee. I shifted uncomfortable, a knot growing in my stomach.

"No," I managed. "I was out. There's just something about skinny dipping in glacial melt that sends you right to sleep."

Dean looked up, smirking. "Well, maybe we should try it again. Test out this theory of yours."

I could feel my cheeks warming again. "No that's alright. Besides, we have the party tonight, remember?"

I noticed Dean stiffen, and my brow wrinkled in confusion.

"Right," he said slowly. "The party."

"Something wrong?" I asked. Dean sighed.

"I'm just not really in the mood to interact with people," he replied.

"Wow thanks," I said, sarcasm heavy in my voice. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Not you, idiot. Just...people. Strangers I guess." My eyes softened. It was really soon after the incident, and I felt bad that I had pressured him into coming with me.