You at the hotel?

Yeah.

Your room?

Yes-

He sighed. It'd been a great but, long night already.

Going out of my mind with boredom.

Bet I can make it better...

You can, huh?

Reckon so. Turn off all the lights and get comfortable. I'll be there very soon.

Roman slinked from his queen-sized bed, cell phone still in hand, sliding his thumb over the screen, texting his reply with a soft, yet devious smirk on his face. He liked it when his lover was like this with him. Gently guiding him through what appeared to be a pre-planned evening to come.

Don't keep me waiting.

He stripped himself of his jeans, replacing them with black sweatpants, knotting the tie in the waistband, figuring they matched the word 'comfortable' better. His t-shirt hit the floor soon after. He knocked all the lamps out and fell back down on the sofa, stretching out, his mind wandering to what was in store for him. He enjoyed surprises but, he wasn't sure he was completely in the mood.

Until the room's door clicked open. What was he going to see when he walked around the corner?

Roman pressed himself up on his elbows, trying to see something, anything. The room was submerged in darkness, save for a streak of moonlight pealing through the shutter blinds.

"Where are you?" he grinned, glancing around in vain before suddenly spotting a lock of damp hair glistening in the low light. By the dresser, directly in front of the bed. He heard something, that assumed was a bag, slump to the floor, followed by the sound of sneakers being kicked off. "Now I see you."

"Not yet you don't..." his lover whispered huskily. He could make out his outline now as he walked towards and then passed him. He laid something down on the nightstand, gently tapping it.

Music ran into the room out of, what could only be, his phone.

Roman watched as he sauntered, hips swaying, in front of him, placing his hands on his thighs. He felt weight shift forward, edging in closer to him. He took a slow, deep breath, sighing contentedly out.

"Hey baby..." Roman smiled against the pair of lips he could feel brushing his.

A low chuckle. "Hey."

He wrinkled his nose, amused. "Are you wearing... lipgloss?" he felt a soft breath pass between them.

"You like it?"

"Not sure yet." Roman rose up, trying to close the tiny gap. "C'mere and I'll deci-" he was carefully pushed back down and away, onto the cushions.

"Nuh-uh, patience, Rome."

He shuddered at the feeling of cold hands on his warm skin. He'd make him pay for that. "You had your hands in ice water or something?"

"... or something." he could hear the smile in his voice. "Now, sit up." he commanded quietly.

He swung his legs round and off the sofa, relaxed back, frozen hands still placed on each pectoral. They slid up onto his shoulders, as their owner stood between Roman's thighs. "I wanna see you." he mumbled.

"What'd I say about being patient?" he teased.

"I know... but if you won't let me kiss you, at least let me see you." his voice begged him. He needed to see him. Had to be able to pour over his gorgeous body.

"Let me think." he grinned.

Damn. "No?"

"No." he chuckled darkly. "But you can touch. Hands only."

Roman's big hands instinctively found his hips, pouting playfully at what he found. "Here I was, hoping you'd be wearing less."

"Incase you hadn't already noticed, this is a strip tease. If I was wearing less, it'd leave very little to the imagination, Rome."

"True." he slid his hands up underneath his cotton shirt, feeling his smooth, lightly scarred skin under his fingertips. He traced in circles, much to the apparent pleasure of his lover.

"Oooh, stop that." he joked. "More touching, less fondling."

"Yessir." Roman complied, moving his hands downwards, down his hips, over the back of his thighs, trying to work out what exactly he was wearing. He felt pleats in the fabric, much to his confusion and intrigue. "What's this?" he asked, sliding the fabric up his smooth legs, feeling him shiver above him.

He took a steadying breath in. "You're so clueless."

"Thank you." Roman replied, gently touching his apparently bare ass.

He gasped inaudibly into the darkness. "Okay, I'm going to show you but, only since you seem to have no idea." he stepped back and away from Roman, flipping the bedside light on behind him.

His eyes widened. He didn't know what to say. Well except- "Holy... shit, Dean."

"Do you see now?" Dean smirked, gazing knowingly over Roman, watching his eyes rake over him from head to toe.

"I... I see, yeah." Roman's mouth hung slightly open as he found himself not knowing what to say next.

"Well, say something at least." Dean prompted.

"You..." he smiled. "Woah." he was stumbling now. Half aroused, half amused. He never thought he'd see him like this. "You're a... slutty Roddy Piper."

He danced happily. "I'm a slutty Roddy Piper." he repeated with a small laugh, toying with the hem of his shirt. "What do you think?"

This time, Roman couldn't help but laugh. "Well, you do have a hot rod..." he grinned, finally looking up at Dean's face, his pouty lips glistening, his eyes darkened, smouldering.

"... you know it." he smiled brightly, tugging his shirt slowly up in time to the mid tempo beat. He leaned closer again, peeling his top slowly over his head and tossing it behind him. Roman's hands went back to his hips, grasping at him, gently pulling him down into his lap. "What am I going to do with you?" Dean whispered into his ear.

Roman turned his head, pressing his lips to the corner of Dean's mouth. "Kiss me?" he purred quietly. "Please?" his gravelly, horny undertone seeped up to the surface.

Dean's eyes fell shut as he turned his head, capturing Roman's warm lips eagerly, fulfilling his plea. He draped one arm over his shoulder and placed his free hand on his sculpted chest, thumbing over the tan skin that lay there. He gasped into his skin, feeling his hands moving down to his ass, moulding each cheek to his liking. He rolled his hips slowly, making sure that his plan continued to go ahead.

Tease Roman passed the point of no return... and make him smile all the while.

Their slow, long, hot kiss was turning Dean on. He loved this part. The exploration. The foreplay. Certainly didn't mind what came after either but, this Roman made him shudder in places he didn't realise shuddered. He slowly slipped his tongue into Roman's inviting mouth, coaxing the groan out of him that he'd longed to hear since the moment he saw him that morning. Dean moaned in surprise on feeling short nails dig into his firm ass. Things were going the way he wanted for sure.

Dean drew away from Roman, who looked dejectedly at his glossy mouth, sticking his bottom lip out at him. "Don't pout at me." he grinned, tracing Roman's pouted lip with his thumb, as he stood up and turned around, facing away from his man, removing the pins from the kilt part of his 'costume', closing them and casting them to the floor. He held the fabric together in his fists. "Rear view or front?" he asked Roman, his voice as smooth as fresh spun silk.

He gulped. "Rear... definitely rear..."

He smiled to himself. He knew how Roman was looking at him. Lusting after him. He'd seen it a hundred times. Leaning forward, elbows resting on his thighs, hands dangling between his knees that were spread, just enough, so he could sit comfortably.

He opened the fabric at the front, deliberately, slowly, holding it out, dropping it slightly, exposing the soft curve at the top of his ass, teasing his show. He looked over his shoulder and caught Roman softly nibbling the skin at the side of a thumb, his tanned chest reddening slowly, blood rushing through his body. He pulled the kilt around to his front and dropped it. Hearing Roman groan satisfied him to no end.

His vision was growing cloudier by the moment. All Dean had left was a thin, metal chain at his back, holding the only remaining item in place. His Sporran. But God, his ass... he knew his new training regimen was working wonders but, damn.

Dean turned back around slowly, allowing Roman to savor the sight. He walked back towards him, slipping his arms around his neck, sliding into his lap. "Enjoying?"

"Mmmm... you're for it. So... so for it." Roman moaned, feeling the leather pouch being rubbed into his crotch, powered by light thrusts from Dean.

"I hope so." he teased through a soft whimper, his cock hardening with the delicious friction.

He grinned at the noises Dean was making. Picking up the ornamental accessory in his hands, he gazed up at his love boyishly. "Would you... keep this on?"

A/N: Should I continue?