They were out. Ouuuut. Together. To have fun. At a bar. With loud and not very good music and lots of people. And girls. Too many of them. And most of those girls were now gathering around Roman in a knot of giggling, ass-wiggling chicken...gooses... Seth frowned as the sentence seemed not to make as much sense as it had seemed the moment he'd begun to think it. Silly poultry. Yeah, he settled for silly poultry. Roman was surrounded by a bunch of silly poultry. Some more silly poultry tried to get a piece of Dean and a few of those annoyingly giggly girls were sitting close to himself, beaming at him the whole time. The worst thing was, that no matter where he looked, it seemed that there always was at least one girl staring at him and it was creepy...

... no, scrap that, the worst thing was that Roman had practically vanished behind a very much impervious wall of tight-clad female backsides. For more than an hour now

And Dean had drifted away from him, too, carried away by those girls and now Seth was sitting alone here with his drink and it was so goddamn boring... and he felt alone. Yeah, totally alone. The frown became a pout over that thought.

It was all Dean's fault. Let's go out, said Dean. It'll be fun, said Dean.

Oh, yeaaah, it was so much fun! He was barely able to handle the fun here. With something between a huff and a belch he lifted his drink once more, downing the rest in one hearty gulp, only to wave at the girl behind the bar to bring him some more.

For a moment there was a movement in the knot around Roman, parting a bit, allowing the briefest of glimpses at his big Samoan friend. But it was really only a brief glimpse. Gone again. Just like that. And the short moment of happiness was over much too fast.

He was pouting so very hard at that point that there was a chance that his face might stay like this. As if he cared. At least Dean would see then how much fun this night had been for him.

With a mournful moan Seth scooted around on his barstool, hanging his head and he stared down on his new drink while cursing Dean and missing Roman and, yes, he knew that it wasn't fair because if he was honest, it wasn't Dean's fault that he was sitting here, wallowing in self-pity. And if he put some more honesty on top, he had to admit that he should at least be as pissed with Roman as he was with Dean, because Roman... had left him sitting here all alone.

Alooone. He was feeling so alone...

Turning the glass back and forth in his hand, causing his drink to dance in it in tiny waves, he watched it while his mind began to wander, here and there with no actual direction at all, searching or fleeing maybe, he wasn't sure because every door it found and opened... led back to the same thing. Person. That red line, that central theme which was running through his life lately.

It was a nice central theme though. A purrrrfect one. But it had become rather a barrier than only a line and he had stopped counting how often he'd done the Reigns and almost broke his neck by climbing over it, landing on his butt instead, very often So to speak. A giggle passed his lips as he thought back to... Roman's top-rope stunt. Bad top rope, bad-bad top-rope. And poor Rommy... Another giggle but he simply couldn't help it. And then he remembered that poor Rommy was just having some chick-fun. The pout was back.

Now, where were we? Oh right, mind wandering, opening doors, red barriers and him doing the Reigns...

Roman...

He loved him. As in being in love with him. Head over heels. The whole bad movie, from being friends over becoming best friends to realizing he had a crush on him and eventually... being in love. He had tried to deny it, ignore it, fight it, even hate it and there had been that one certain day when they had been playing basketball and somehow they had suddenly been lying on the ground after colliding with each other... Seth was sure he would never ever forget that very moment. Roman lying on him, the veil of black velvet pooling down and that cute little smile on his lips... those beautiful eyes sparkling in joy like precious gems... and then he asked him if he was okay and that low rumble, he had feelt it... felt something in his chest give way to... love. In it's purest form. Consuming, hot and too strong to push it back into the dark corner in which he had tried to lock it away. It flooded him, pumped through his veins...

He loved Roman, like nothing and no one else in his life.

He couldn't have him, he knew that, but that didn't stop him from getting his fill. They were close, had always been and so Roman didn't mind having him touch him, cling to him and all the things he did when I came to the big Samoan. He could even beam at him and... it was okay. Either his friend didn't notice anything or he didn't understand what the looks he gave him meant or he didn't mind. Although Seth guessed that Roman hadn't noticed anything. Or he only acted as if he was oblivious to his... affection.

Whatever. It worked this way, at least at the moment and although he couldn't have him, he got his fill whenever he wanted.

Okay, he actually wanted more than that, like kissing, touching... having sex. The mere idea how kissing this man would feel... and no, he didn't want to think about how the sex would be like... no doubt mind-blowing but...

He sighed. Too late. Heat. Between his legs. Great...

A sudden weight on his shoulder brought him back to earth, cooled him down a bit and he almost spilled his drink as he flinched hard.

His drunk mind needed a long second to process who was standing there, but an utterly relieved, happy and totally silly grin spread over his face as he sighed: „Rommy..."

A snort was the answer.

„Oh, wonderful, he's in Rommy-mode," Roman laughed softly, shaking his head. „How much did you have?"

Peering down on his half-way empty glass, he slurred: „Not enough." His smile dropped. „Felt alone."

Nothing more than a mumble, but Roman obviously had caught it, measured by his suddenly guilty expression and since Seth didn't like that expression, he pulled up a smile again, totally conspirationally motioning to Roman to come closer. Roman's lips twitched as he tried hard to hold back a grin, but he did come closer. Seth leaned in... a bit too fast, bumping his nose into the mane of black hair with a very hard skull underneath. A fuckouch passed his lips, but as the big man wanted to pull back, most likely to have a look at the damaged nose, Seth grabbed a fistful of hair and stopped him.

„Shouldn't you be over there and have fun?" he whispered into his friend's ear, still very much conspirational.

Soft. Very much so. Softness between his fingers, against his face. Lavender. He so loved lavender. He sniffed at him. For a moment his mind latched onto the black velvet that was Roman's hair. But the moment of joy wasn't granted to him for long. Just as he wanted to take another sniff Roman tugged the hand which was holding on to his hair out of it and drew back. Not what he wanted, nope, and with a happy sigh Seth let himself fall forward, landing against the broad chest and his face slotted neatly into the crook of the other man's neck. It fit there purrrrfectly. And then he took another sniff. He could get used to this, really.

A broad arm wrapped around him to keep him from falling to the ground, while a hand settled on the back of his head, cradling it gently. Those hands... big, strong, beautiful hands... always touching him so tenderly and how could he ever not love this man? Huh? Handsome, sexy Samoan devil... God, how he wished he could just put his hands under that teasingly tight shirt that stuck to Roman like a second skin and touch those boobs... His fingers itched, causing his hands to come up and...

Roman moved a bit closer, too close for Seth to bring his hands up to his friend's pecs and not close enough to call it cuddly. Cad.

„Dean was worried, said you don't look good," the other man said close to his ear, the low voice rumbling and tender. „What's wrong, Seth?"

Seth's homeless hands sank down, going into business for themselves as they settled on Roman's waist, fingers splaying and digging into the flesh under his touch. Roman didn't even flinch.

Precious, always worried Roman. Always wanting to make sure he's okay. Big, silent, menacing Superman... yet so gently, caring and loving. Always. Always... No, he could not not love him. This man was the purrrrfect package: drop-dead gorgeous, amazing body, beautiful eyes and those hair... intelligent, funny, caring, warm-hearted... His happiness became sorrowful as his poor little heart began to jump and run in his chest, driven by this pristine and golden little thingy in his chest, this sad love he was harboring for Roman.

„Seth?"

If possible his friend's voice was even more tender...

„Nothing's wrong... 'm fine. Having totally much fun here," he assured. „Just the red barrier-thing, you know?" He took a breath full of Roman and exhaled a tiny, sorrowful sigh. „My ass hurts..."

„I don't know what you're talking about," Roman muttered confused, yet slightly amused. „But I do know that you've had enough. You're drunk as a newt. Party is over, we're going home."

„Nah, no... you should go back to your poultry..."

A soft patting on the back of his head.

„Poultry? Yeah, sure. You so need to get into bed and sleep, man," Roman laughed, again patting his head.

When there weren't any other complaints from Seth's side, Roman carefully pulled him from the barstool and helped him standing upright. Only a moment later Seth felt himself being pushed away a bit and he hated it, hated to leave his place on the crook of Roman's neck, hated not to lean against his chest anymore and he also hated to let go of the other man's waist.

Then his friend's hold on him shifted as an arm circled his waist to pull him tightly against the bigger frame. One of his own arms was wrapped around Roman's neck and a tug urged him to move forward. What he did could hardly be called walking, it was more a being dragged along because his feet refused to do their job properly. But he was close to Roman, so he was fine with anything.

Schweet.

There was a sudden stop on their way out as Dean stepped up to them, scrutinizing him with a raised eyebrow.

„Someone's gonna have a nasty hangover tomorrow," Dean huffed, shaking his head.

„Rommyyyy," Seth slurred happily, totally not interested in Dean's presence right now and he turned around just enough to stick his nose into Roman's hair again.

„Oh, great, he's in Rommy-mode again," Dean snorted from somewhere behind him.

„Always am..." he chirped into the black velvet and sniffed at his friend.

„He's sniffing at you."

A statement and Dean sounded as if he couldn't believe it.

There was a movement against him as Roman shrugged his shoulders slightly as he replied mildly amused: „Yeah, I know, he keeps doing that. Guess it's time to take him home."

„And I guess you're right," Dean hummed.

There was a friendly pat on his shoulder, causing him to wiggle it to get rid of the unwanted contact. Not that he didn't like Dean, no, but he didn't want him to touch him right now. What he wanted was Roman's gentle touch on his side as he brushed his hand back and forth a bit, soothing him.

„Let's go home, Sethie," his friend said so tenderly that his heart missed a beat and as he looked up, those beautiful eyes looked at him with a fondness that stole his breath.

Too enthralled by the sight a tiny nod was all he could reply and with a nod of his own Roman urged him to move again, gently pulling him with him. Shaky on his feet, more stumbling than anything else and holding on to the big man who was holding him up, they left the bar...