Title: Born 2 run
Author: Mariesg16
Pairing: Roman/Dean, with a side of Seth/Punk
Rating: Mature
Summary: Watching movies is fun. Going to a club is fun. Crossfit is fun. Picking a random hooker off the street is not Roman's definition of fun.
Disclaimer: The boys all belong to themselves. This is fiction, so none of what you will read actually happened (at least, as far as we know…*grin*) I am not making any money out of this, so don't sue…you'll be disappointed with my meagre belongings if you do anyway. Also, English isn't my mother tongue, so keep that in mind if you come across weirdly written words or sentences that don't quite make sense. Finally, this is a slash fic (if you don't know what that is, look it up : wiki/Slash_fiction). If you don't like those, than skip this post and don't read it.
Roman sighed, slouching even lower in his seat and wondering once more why he had let his friends bully him into this. The Samoan looked out the slightly frosted car window, his gaze meeting nothing but darkness, seedy buildings and a handfull of desperate looking people.
-So, what are we looking for? Tall? Small? Blond? Black?
Upon hearing his friend's voice, Roman lifted his eyes and met Punk's gaze in the rearview mirror as Seth, who was riding shotgun, twisted in his seat to look at Roman.
-I'm not looking for shit. This was your idea, not mine. Beside, it's like minus 100 degrees. Lets just go back home and watch a couple of movies instead.
Seth grinned and shook his head.
-Nope. Trust me, this will do you a world of good. It's been weeks since you did anything other than eat, sleep and work, Roman. It's ok to have a little bit of fun in life, you know?
Roman rolled his eyes.
-Watching movies is fun. Going to a club is fun. Crossfit is fun. Picking a random hooker off the street is not my definition of fun.
Roman turned his head once more so that he could look out the window and into the darkness, just so he wouldn't have to see Seth's shit eating grin directed at him. That's when he saw Him.
The man had short messy blond hair. He was by no means dressed for the kind of weather that he was currently standing in, with a pair of washed out jeans and a tank top. Yet, Roman could easily see why he wasn't wearing a coat, as his top showcased his muscular arms and chest.
-You like that one?
Roman was startled out of his staring by Punk's voice.
-No. Let's just go home.
But his friend turned a deaf hear to his argument and parked the car on the curb, a few feet away from the blond man. The car had barely stopped moving when Seth jumped out and walked up to the hooker.
Roman could feel his heart race. Yes, it had been forever since he's last gotten laid. Yes, he had way more responsabilities that pleasure nowadays. And yes, the blond man was incredibly gorgeous...but Roman had a very bad feeling about all of this. As he looked out the window once more, his eyes crossed the hooker's and he shivered. Even in the darkness, he could see that the other man had the most amazing blue eyes that he's ever seen.
Seth talked to the other man for a few more minutes, and Roman felt himself tense as his friend handed the stanger what seemed like a little bundle of cash before both men started walking back to the car together.
Seth opened the back door of the car, letting the blond man crawl in beside Roman.
-Roman, this is Dean. Dean, this is Roman. Punk and I are going to go for a bite down the street and be back in about an hour. You guys can either stay in the car or go to the little motel over there. It's up to you. Have fun!
With that, Seth closed the door once more. Punk got out of the car as well, grinning back at them before closing his door and walking away with his boyfriend.
Roman wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, nervously looking at Dean.
-Don't be nervous. We are only going to go as far as you want to go tonight. No pressure.
The gravelly voice went straight to Roman's crotch. The blond man smiled and leaned in slowly. Romand closed his eyes as soft lips met his in a nearly chaste kiss. There were butterflies in his stomach and he felt lightheaded...all of that from a simple kiss...
Roman gasped as a warm tongue met his buttom lip and Dean took that as an invitation, slipping his tongue into the other man's mouth.
It took a few minutes, but Roman eventually relaxed into the kiss, letting one of his hands move up the the hooker's hair and running it through the soft curls. Dean seemed to take that as his cue. Without breaking contact, he climbed into Roman's lap.
The Samoan unconsciously moved his hands from Dean's hair to his hips, grounding the other man on his lap. Roman felt as if all of his senses were on overload. He was being kissed senseless, but even if his lungs were complaining about the lack of oxygen, he couldn't bring himself to back away from the sweet assault. The solid weight on his lap, softly rutting against him to bring delicious frictions to both of their groins was maddening.
Yet, the feeling of utter wrongness reeled its ugly head once more as Roman felt Dean shiver against him, and as freezing hands slipped under his shirt to skim over his skin.
The other man must have felt how Roman suddenly tensed, because he moved back slightly from the kiss, smiling.
-Don't worry, I know that my hands are cold, but my mouth is definitely warm.
With that the hooker started working on Roman's belt with shaky fingers.
As hard as he was, the little alarm bells in Roman's head just wouldn't let up. Or course, he was horny as hell and his body was begging for release, but he couldn't help but wonder what had pushed the other man into becoming a hooker. Was he doing it to pay for drugs? Did he have a shitty upbringing? Did he like doing what he did or was it only a way to put a roof over his head and food in his stomach?
Roman knew that he was thinking with his heart instead of his head at that moment, but as he skimmed his hands around the other man's waist, feeling him wince slightly, he took a second to really look at Dean. Even in the very dim light provided by the moon on this frigid night, he could see a fading bruise on the other man's cheek. The fingers that were still trying to get his belt unbucked were scrapped and the knuckles were bloody. When Roman's eyes moved back up and meet a long and fresh mark on the other man's neck, clearly indicating that someone had tried choking him not that long ago, he felt anger bubble beneath his skin.
Dean must have felt him tense all over again, because he moved in to kiss Roman once more. At the simple contact, the Samoan's brain stopped functionning properly for a few seconds, but as he felt cold fingers pulling down the zipper of his pants after having finally been successful with his belt, the little voice inside his head started screaming how wrong all of this was once again.
Roman moved back from the kiss, leaned his forehead agains the other man's and took the shaky fingers in his, stopping their progress on his pants.
It was Dean's turn to tense a bit, seemingly a little thrown off by this turn of events. Yet, he turned a smile that showcased his dimples to the Samoan.
-Would you prefer going to the motel? We can do anything you want. I'm make it worth your while, I promise.
When Dean's lips ran across his own, Roman let him for a moment or two, before pulling away. Still holding the freezing digits of the other man in his own, he brought them up to his face and softly blew warm air on them, hoping to ease the ache and stiffness that he knew Dean had to be feeling after standing in the cold for God knew how long.
-Here's what we'll do. We'll go to the little café down the street and grab a bite and warm drink. We'll hang out for an hour or two and then we'll meet my friends back at the car and drive you home. How does that sound?
If Dean had been tense earlier, he was now rigid on Roman's lap. The Samoan could nearly hear the little wheels turning in the other man's head, wondering if this was a trap, if he would have to give back the money that he had been given earlier, if the 3 men would really be taking him home afterwards or if he would end up in a dark alley somewhere and never be seen again. Yet, he could feel every cell in his body shivering from staying on the sidewalk for over an hour in the freezing night, and his stomach was painfully contracting at the mere thought of food. He couldn't even remember when was the last meal that he had taken.
Before the blond could make up his mind, Roman gently pushed him off of his lap and onto the seat beside him. He then took off his coat and pulled in onto the other man, wrapping him tightly in soft warmth.
Roman nearly laughed when shocked blue eyes meet his, but he hid his smirk as much as he could, not wanting the other man to run away from him, into the cold night and on to the next client, getting beat up and abused for a bit of cash.
The Samoan climbed out of the car, grabbing Dean's hand and helping him out as well. Roman then locked the car, and keeping Dean's hand in his, slowly made his way over to the café. He could see that the other man was trying his best to hide the limp in his step, and he pulled him a little closer to his body.
-You can keep whatever my friends gave you earlier. It's yours. And we'll be in a public place, so you have nothing to worry about. If you still think that this is a big masterplan to kill you and dump your body somewhere after we're done eating, then you can simply kick me in the nut and run while I mourn the fact that I'll never be able to even consider having kids one day.
A soft smile lit Dean's face, and Roman pulled on his hand some more, making them bump shoulders.
-It's just a meal, drink and conversation. If you're unconfortable at any point, just say so and then walk out. I won't hold it against you.
Dean stopped walking and, as Roman turned to the other man, soft lips grazed his own for a moment.
-Thank you.
Once again, that deep voice ran straight to Roman's dick, but he simply smiled, gave the other man a peck on the lips and tugged on his hand once more as he started walking again.
