Attraction

Chapter 18 - Life Lesson

{Story continues after pool incident}

*Seth's P.O.V.*

"Dean ! We have to talk." I said finally walking into our hotel room.

"Yeah, he just came in. Okay, and I'm sorry again man. I'll talk to you later." Dean said hanging up the phone.

"Dean, what's going on with you ? You've been acting weird for the past few days. What's up ?" I asked.

"Come on, let's change and lay down." he said grabbing my hand and guiding me to the bedroom.

He took off his clothes and I did the same. We laid in bed cuddling as I waited to hear what he had to say. Nothing was being said, so I started off.

"What happened tonight ? I've never seen you like that before. Are you ashamed to be with me ?" I asked.

"No. Not at all, it's just, difficult."

"Is it the sex ? I know we cut down on it, but I still got it ! It's just been a while." I said worried.

"No that's not it. You could be just a little more sensitive, but that's not it."

"Is it because of what that guy said ?"

"Yeah." he slowly admitted.

"This is all my fault. I only wanted to go out because I thought it would make you feel better. You've been a little distant from me lately and all depressed. I thought it was from losing to Punk all the time." I told him.

"It's not you're fault. And he can't beat me in a real match by the way. It's just that, I never dealt with hate like this before. I mean I've seen it before, but it's just ridiculous. People were nicer when they wanted me out of town." he said.

"I never thought you would be affected by this, like this. You just always seemed like the guy that didn't give a damn about what people said."

"I know it may seem like it, I may act like it, but honestly, I'm so emotionally messed up over it." he said sniffing as I looked up to see him holding everything in.

"Dean, we don't have to do this. Not tonight." I said as he got out of bed and walked around.

"I DID have problems with this growing up, they just wern't direct. I'm gulity of making fun of people for being gay, but only so no one would make fun of me. People are mean as fuck ! I know people have been telling me to go to hell since I was a inconsiderate ass, but I could change that. Now being told I'm going to hell for something I can't change is completely different ! I didn't ask for this !" he said raising his voice.

I felt myself starting to get teary-eyed over what he had said. I remembered he didn't have anyone to teach him about stuff like this or help him when he was a kid, so I tried my best to do something to help.

"Don't worry about what other people say. People will talk about you until the day you die. There's nothing you can do about it, besides beat their head in, which is only the answer on a FEW occasions, but seriously, it's how you respond to the hate. What you did tonight was crazy as hell, but that guy deserved it. Not Roman, the other guy."

I looked at him and I still saw tears run down his face. I got up to wipe them away, gave him a kiss on the cheek and hugged him tight as he still let everything.

"We don't have to show any PDA if you don't want to. I'm completely fine with that." I said.

"Thank you. Thank you for helping me through this and being with me. I know I'm not the romantic boyfriend type and I'm kinda crazy, but thanks for not giving up on me."

"As long as you keep fighting .... and keep up the bedroom game, I'm not leaving you." I laughed.

He hugged me again and gave me a big kiss. Eventually that turn into us making out, but I still felt bad. Only not for him, but for me. I pushed the feeling out thinking we were going to the very end, but Dean decided not to. Sometimes he wanted sex to end awesome nights, on others he simply wanted to sleep. He was weird like that, and that's why I liked him.