A/N: okay so i'm finally back with something that isn't dear brother related. its been nearly two years. oops! anyway, this idea just randomly came to me and ended up being.. whatever this is. anyway, a couple of disclaimers before we begin. disclaimer one comes from feedback from dear brother: just because i write certain people a certain way in a fic does not mean i do not like them. i love everyone. i promise. disclaimer two: i wrote this all in one block and ended up splitting it up because of the length so i apologise if it seems weird and clunky, i did the best i could. anyway, please let me know what you think!
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"Excuse me, who are you?"
Roman's head is spinning. He was minding his own business, trying and failing to finish his business paper, when a random guy came over to his booth in the library and promptly told him his boyfriend was cheating on him. What the fuck?
"M' Dean Ambrose. I do English Lit so we don't cross paths, but my boyfriend is cheating on me with your boyfriend." He says, and for someone who is supposedly getting cheated on he looks as calm as hell. Roman doesn't believe him, but there's still a sick feeling pooling in his belly at the thought of Finn cheating on him.
"Okay Dean, what makes you think your boyfriend is cheating on you? With my boyfriend to be precise?" Because this has to be some sort of mix up. Finn would never cheat on him, he's too damn shy and sweet.
This Dean guy sighs, like he's talking to some sort of child who can't quite grasp anything. Roman's jaw clenches. "Because, your boyfriend is the only Irish guy on campus, yes?"
Roman nods, and Dean looks at him as if it's all the confirmation he needs. "Well unless my boyfriend is calling Irish porn phone lines then last night he was having phone sex with your little leprechaun."
Roman, even though he still doesn't quite believe it, feels the sting of the words. Finn had told him he was skyping his family last night and couldn't come over to his dorm. He licks his rapidly drying lips.
"Okay look, I don't know you, I don't know your boyfriend, but I know my boyfriend and he is not a cheat so this has to all be a misunderstanding."
Dean rolls his eyes, "Fine, Mr. Naive, don't believe me. But it's happening, and I want to catch those lying fuckers in the act and I feel like you should be a part of it." Dean grabs Roman's notebook and a pen and scribbles down a number, signing his name underneath it. "Call me when you want in." With that, he leaves.
Roman stares down at the number, then at the empty space in which Dean had just occupied, and tries to wrap his head around what the hell just happened. Finn. Cheating on him? There's no way. God, it had taken him so long to open up, to come out of his shell and be confident, how could he be cheating on him?
He shoves his notebook and his stuff into his bag and slides out of the booth. He has to head to practice, and meet Finn afterwards. But the thoughts are still swirling around Roman's mind, how did Dean even know who he was? Where he would find him? He doesn't go to the library often, he normally works from his dorm room but lately the room next door have been playing their music so loud it stops Roman from thinking so he'd started coming to the library for some quiet.
Roman's still thinking about it all the way through football practice, must bruise a couple of guys ribs with how hard he tackles them, all weird energy as the practice time runs down and his eyes scan the bleachers for Finn. He spots him, and when he catches his eye Finn waves over at him. He's got the biggest smile on his face, and Roman can't help but smile back even though Finn probably can't see him through his helmet.
When practice draws to a close he runs to the changing rooms and changes. He's never liked keeping Finn waiting, the only time they get together all day is in the evening, if they haven't got a study group or something, and now Roman really doesn't want to keep him waiting, not with all the thoughts racing through his head, needs to see him, kiss him and hold him and have them all blown away like the nonsense they are.
"Hey babe," He says smiling when he gets outside, Finn's standing against the wall eating an apple, his satchel slung lazily over one arm as he blinks into the sun.
"Hey Ro, how was practice? You looked kinda mean out there."
Roman laughs, "Yeah it was good. I just got a lot of pent up energy and guess I kinda released it on the guys. But don't worry, I apologised and they were cool with it."
Finn smiles at him, that wide, beautiful smile that is infectious and makes Roman smile back. "Good," he says sliding his hand into Roman's before they start walking away from the changing rooms and towards Roman's dorm. "But what's with the pent up energy? Something on your mind, babe?"
Roman swallows what he really wants to say down. He can't just come out and ask Finn if he's cheating on him based on some random guy cornering him in the library. So instead, Roman answers the same way he normally would. Like the horny young adult he is.
"The only thing on my mind babe is you, missed you coming to my room these passed couple of nights." He says close to Finn's ear. His boyfriend blushes, ever the one to get embarrassed about bedroom talk when they're not in the bedroom.
"Well we're correcting that now, aren't we." Finn responds, and he looks a little flustered, all blushes and fluttering lashes against his cheeks.
"Mhm, and you know what I wanna do?"
Roman's voice is like a purr, he knows how to wind Finn up. It had taken a while, Finn was so shy when he met him, blushed and shied away from even talking about fooling around. And Roman, being kind of the horniest mother fucker around and especially for someone as hot as Finn, had had to slow down his pace in terms of sexual activity. He was more than okay with that, though. He just wanted Finn to be comfortable, but after a while of dating even Finn seemed to feel like he just couldn't wait anymore, couldn't deny that he wanted Roman even though it made him blush furiously. And then, Roman found, that as long as they were alone and in the safety of their own room, Finn loved sex. He was kinky as hell and screamed like a banchee, but outside? Where people might hear what they were talking about? It got Finn blushing and shaking like it was the most sinful thing in the world. It turned him on, though, so Roman loved to do it.
"Roman," Finn warned, his voice unsteady and the grip on his hand becoming tighter.
"I wanna spread those pretty thighs and I wanna-"
"Roman god damn it stop!"
Roman laughs, kissing Finn's heated cheek. He can see the arousal in his eyes, knows his plan has worked.
"You do this every time, Ro, can't you just wait until we're inside to turn me on?" Finn's voice is barely above a whisper, like he's scared someone will hear him even above the hustle and bustle of the campus.
"Because it's much more fun like this, babe. Plus you're cute when you're flustered."
Finn slaps his chest and Roman can't help but laugh as he catches his hand and kisses his palm.
"You big dork,"
"You love me,"
And Finn responds by looking up at him with a dazzling smile and kissing his cheek.
It's weird, because Finn's never not said I love you back to him, in any context. The first time Roman said he loved Finn was when they'd snuck into the library gardens after hours to have a picnic and the lights from the water had reflected in Finn's eyes and Roman felt breathless, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. And Finn had grinned even wider and said he loved him back and they'd kissed until a night watchman had started chasing them with a flashlight and they ran all the way back to Roman's dorm out of breath but completely high with happiness. Ever since then they'd said I love you to each other nearly every day, even when they got into arguments about Roman being a bit possessive sometimes or Finn doing his life models class with his ex, they always said they loved each other.
Roman tries to push the feelings down, Finn loves him, of course he does. He's not cheating on him, and Dean is just confused and upset and has got the wrong person.
They get to Roman's dorm room and as soon as they're inside, Roman pins Finn against the door and kisses the air out of his lungs.
"Fuck, Ro, you really are pent up, huh?" Finn breathes as Roman kisses down his neck, nibbling and sucking at his soft skin.
"Missed you,"
"We saw, fuck, we saw each other yesterday, babe."
Roman hums, "Didn't get to do this, though," He says cupping Finn's dick through his jeans and licking the shell of his ear. Finn whimpers, pushing into the hand and sliding his own underneath Roman's t-shirt.
They fuck twice. The first time round Roman rails Finn into the mattress, making him cry out and curse and come messily all over himself. The second time, Roman makes the sweetest love to him, foreheads pressed together and whispering sweet nothings against his lips as he rocks into him gently. That time Finn is all soft gasps and stuttering hips when he comes, clinging to Roman like a lifeline.
Finn falls asleep not long after Roman cleans him up, curled up against Roman's side in the way too small single bed his room has. He strokes Finn's hair, listening to his soft even breathing for a while before he sighs and gets his phone and his notebook from his bag as gently as he can.
He can't stop thinking about what that guy - Dean - said in the library. He's not noticed anything different about his relationship with Finn. Nothing at all, no signs that he could be cheating, no weird behaviour, no smelling like someone else or blowing him off all the time. But now Dean's put the thought in his head it just won't leave. Finn's not been sleeping in his dorm as much, at least not for the last couple of weeks. But he's had an art piece to finish, and Roman knows that Finn needs full concentration when he's drawing and painting so he didn't even think anything of it. Not until Dean mentioned phone sex last night. Finn was supposed to come over, but he said he was skyping his family in Ireland and wanted to put finishing touches to his art piece afterwards. At the time, Roman hadn't give it a thought.
But now? Now Dean told him his boyfriend was having phone sex with an Irish guy last night and Finn not saying I love you back for the first time ever? Now Roman's head is swimming.
He puts Dean's number in his phone and stares at it for a long time before he decides to text him.
To Dean:
Tell me what you know about your boyfriend cheating with my boyfriend
He sends it and instantly feels guilty. Finn is asleep in his arms and he's here entertaining the idea that he's cheating on him. He sighs and closes his eyes, wrapping his arms around Finn and letting himself relax.
He must fall asleep at some point, because when Roman wakes up his face is smushed against the pillow and he's suspiciously spread out. Roman blinks his eyes open, the room is dim but there's some light coming from the lamp beside his bed.
"Don't move for a sec, Ro."
Finn's voice is a soft murmur and he flicks his eyes over to his boyfriend, who's sat at the end of the bed in between Roman's spread legs. He's got his sketch pad in hand and the sound of pencil to paper is soft in Roman's ears.
Roman doesn't move, keeps his face against the pillow and stays laying on his front and doesn't move the bed sheets that are in a pool around the small of his back.
"How long have you been there?" He asks Finn.
"About an hour, I'm almost done, then you can move." He says softly. Roman breathes softly. Finn used to draw him all the time, when they first got together, he told him that he was a beautiful work of art that needed to be put onto paper.
It's actually how they met. The football team had been celebrating a win and coach wanted a picture painted to put in the locker rooms. Of course, Coach Gailey wasn't going to settle for just anything. So, the art students all had to paint the team in their various poses and gear and the one that Coach liked the most got put up on the wall.
Roman remembers the first time he saw Finn. He was half covered by his easel and canvas, a paint covered apron on and a streak of yellow paint in his dark hair. Roman knows it was love at first sight. He'd been infatuated with him from that moment on, and everytime the team had to go and be painted, he always made a point of talking to Finn before the session ended. He eventually asked him out on a date, and they'd progressed from there. And Coach Gailey actually picked Finn's painting to be the one that went on the wall. It was their first argument, Finn thought he'd only been picked because he was with Roman and Roman had put in a good word, but Roman actually hadn't and it was just because Finn's painting was the best. It took Finn a while to believe that, though.
"Okay babe, I'm done."
Roman sits up, back cracking a little as he leans against the headboard.
"Can I see?"
Finn seems to think about it before he nods and crawls over to him with the pad in hand. He hands it to Roman, resting his head on his shoulder as Roman looks at it.
It's breathtaking, the attention to detail, how intricate it is. And all in an hour? Finn's got the lashes on resting on Roman's cheeks, the stubbly beard and strands of baby hair sticking to his face, the wrinkles in the bed sheets and the shadows his body makes.
"You're so talented, babe."
"You think so?"
"I know so, this is amazing, babe, really."
Finn smiles at him, "Thanks, Ro."
Finn doesn't show him much of his work, he's always so self conscious about it, like he's not good at it and doesn't want to show him in case he tells him.
The time on Roman's alarm clock tells him that it's eight in the evening and he turns to Finn kissing his head just because he's close enough to do so.
"You wanna go grab something to eat?"
"Yeah, I'm starving." Finn says, "Okay if I take a shower first? Pretty sure I have paint in my hair or something."
Roman nods and Finn kisses his cheek, sliding out of the bed and heading into the small ensuite bathroom. Ideally, Roman would like to shower with him, but the shower cubicle is just too small for the both of them, Finn may be small but Roman definitely is not. Roman grabs his phone when he hears the water start to run, and sees that he has a text from Dean.
From Dean:
all I know is they met in one of their classes and that I went over to Seth's last night to surprise him with food and I could hear them on the phone
Roman frowns. Seth. He's never heard of a Seth, Finn's got quite a few friends in his art classes and none of them are called Seth. But that's just another question adding to the list Roman had in his head.
To Dean:
How did you know that I was his boyfriend and where to find me?
Roman doesn't expect a response yet, so he gets out of bed and starts to change. His phone chimes with a message a minute later.
From Dean:
lol dude everyone knows that the only Irish kid on campus is dating the best defensive tackle. All I had to do was ask where you would be
Roman shakes his head, that's a pretty fair response, and is better than something weird like he was expecting. His phone chimes again before he can reply.
From Dean:
Are you with him now? Seth wants sexy times and he hasn't wanted that for a while
Roman's face scrunches up, he doesn't know this guy well enough to know about their sex life.
To Dean:
dude that's way too much info. but yeah I'm with him now
Roman shakes his head and puts his phone down on the desk. He doesn't know what his boyfriend wanting sex has to do with Finn being with Roman at this precise moment in time. And why is Dean texting him and not giving Seth what he wants? He sighs again, well maybe if his boyfriend is cheating on him he doesn't want to have sex with him, a voice in Roman's head supplies as he pulls on a clean shirt.
Finn comes out of the bathroom in skinny jeans and water still trickling down those washboard abs. Finn's body makes Roman's mouth water and he can't help but pull him in close when he gets close enough.
"Are you really still horny?" Finn laughs arms going around Roman's neck. Roman's hands trail down to that perfect ass and he kisses his neck, tasting the soap he'd used to wash himself - Roman's.
"I'm always horny around you, babe." He laughs.
"Well, we can always go for round three when we're back, but right now I need food because you fucked all the energy out of me."
Roman grins proudly as he reluctantly pulls away so Finn can put his shirt on.
He checks his phone once more before they leave and sees another message from Dean.
From Dean:
Ha ha ha. You in on this investigation then ?
Roman rolls his eyes. Investigation? This guy is nuts, clearly, and Roman wants nothing to do with him because he doesn't need to get paranoid and start ruining things with Finn when they're going so well.
To Dean:
no way, I don't see it man sorry, hope everything is good for u though
He pockets his phone and pulls his jacket on while Finn is pulling his shoes on.
"Where are we gonna eat?" Finn asks as they leave Roman's room, their hands sliding into each other.
"How about that little diner just outside of campus, that does the really nice milkshakes you like?" Roman suggests. He doesn't really want to be anywhere on campus right now, wants to spend some quality time with Finn where they're not really going to bump into anyone they know.
Finn smiles, "That sounds perfect."
The walk through campus is nice, the sun has set and the pathways are illuminated and there's not many around. The diner isn't busy either and they manage to get a booth by the window that overlooks the lit up town.
"How's your art piece coming along?" Roman asks when they've ordered.
Finn shrugs and sighs, "I don't know. I keep adding things to it and trying new things but I don't know. I'm not sure whether I like it."
"I'm sure it's amazing, babe, except you won't let me see it."
Finn rolls his eyes, "Not until it's finished!"
Roman rolls his eye right back, "You're so superstitious."
"Thank my mom for that."
"How is she? You manage to get through last night?"
Finn beams at the mention of his family and he nods, "Yeah, she's really good. She's enjoying her retirement even though my dad's driving her crazy. She seems much happier than when we last spoke, anyway."
Roman smiles, "Good. Glad she's feeling better."
Their food arrives, and they eat while talking about their days and their schedules, planning time to see each other while they share a milkshake for dessert.
It's around half ten when they leave the diner, walking hand in hand under the campus lights.
"You gonna stay in my room tonight or are you going to yours?"
"In your room, if that's okay?"
Squeezing his hand, Roman smiles. "You know it's okay babe. Missed sleeping with you."
Finn squeezes back, "I'll be right by your side tonight Ro, promise."
When they're back in the dorm room and Finn's getting ready for bed, Roman turns his laptop on and pulls up the TV show they've been binging on over the past few weeks. They watch it until Finn falls asleep, and Roman gently shuts the laptop down before grabbing his phone to check his messages. He has another message from Dean.
From Dean:
Okay dude well don't come crying to me when you find out the truth
Roman sighs, clicking out of the message and not responding. He puts the phone on charge and onto his desk before wrapping himself around Finn and closing his eyes to sleep.
Deans wrong. He's got to be.