A/N: So I decided to make a sequel to 'The Wedding Boyfriend' so here goes...

Hope you like it x x x

Once Dean opens his eyes it takes a few seconds, maybe three in total, for him to realise where he is and who's bedroom this is, that is until he feels a familiar weight of an arm slung across his bare mid-drift pulling him closer to the warm body it was attached to, he blinks once, twice, before he turns to face his sleeping companion, his sleeping companion has his long raven locks sprawled across the pillow he was laying on and Dean can't help the smile that creeps up on him as he watches Roman sleep that is until he sees the time on the alarm clock behind Roman's sleeping figure.

23.00 staring back at him, Dean shakes his head.

It was only eleven PM, but Dean feels like he has been asleep for what feels like ages, today seemed like a blur, he remembers being on the plane coming back from Florida, Roman being himself as usual, not allowing Dean to carry his own bags, as they made their way to Roman's car and then he remembers Roman driving them back to his apartment and that was it really, the last thing he remembers was seeing Roman's bedroom for the first time and thinking how comfy the bed looked.

"Looks like sleeping beauty is awake" Dean hears Roman mutter beside him, as Roman's right hand comes to cup Dean's face, "Talking about yourself there big boy?" Dean replies, immediately melting into Roman's warming touch, "You really don't like flying do you baby?" Roman asks almost rhetorically before he kisses Dean softly, "I mean you've been sleeping since we practically got back" Roman says as he pulls away from Dean, not by much though, they have their foreheads touching, "Sorry" Dean says softly, stroking Roman's long raven locks gently, that does explain why today has pretty much been a blur to Dean, he hears his stomach rumble and he knows Roman's heard it too as their eyes connect, "Come on baby, let me make you something to eat" Roman says sitting up on his bed looking across at Dean, who just nods, why was he so shy?

It's not like this is the first time they've woke up together, maybe it was different now, this wasn't Florida where they were putting on a show, they were in New York and this is real.

Dean watches as Roman almost stalks his way to his side of the bed like he is stalking his prey until he extends his hand to him, he gingerly accepts, allowing Roman to pull him flush against him, Dean has to hold back a moan as he collides with the larger man's muscular body, Dean can see the smirk that is visible on Roman's handsome face, before he leads Dean towards the kitchen area.

Dean feels like a school girl with a crush as he allows Roman to lead him towards their destination, when Roman comes to a stop, Dean wraps his arms around Roman's waist and presses a kiss on to Roman's exposed shoulder, Roman hums contently before he turns to face Dean, "So what do you wanna eat baby?" Roman asks as he makes eye contact with the younger man, who is grinning at the sight in front of him, "And before you say it, I'm not on the list, you need to eat first" Roman says as Dean pouts, "Well, since you aren't on the menu..." Dean says biting his lip, trailing his fingertips down Roman's muscular chest, "I guess daddy can make me some French toast, I wanna see if its as good as your Mother's" Dean says staring up at Roman expectantly, "Don't worry my Momma taught me well..." Roman responds, grinning at Dean, before planting a kiss to his forehead, "Take a seat baby, this won't take long" Roman says directing Dean to the 'viewing area' as he called it at the breakfast bar, situated directly across from the cooking area.

Roman opens his silver fridge, he takes out some eggs, milk and butter, before looking in his cupboards to get some bread, sugar, vanilla extract and maple syrup. Dean doesn't know why he finds watching Roman get his ingredients together so fascinating but he can't take is eyes off the man, he looks so good, he could get used to this he thinks in is head, as Roman whisks the ingredients in a shallow bowl, before he dunks the bread in, the man is multi-tasking as he at the same time has a frying pan on the stove with butter melting in it so he can fry the French Toast he was making for Dean.

Roman smiles up at Dean as he catches the dirty haired blonde man watching him, Roman places the two pieces of bread into the frying pan, Dean liked the way it sizzles, his blue eyes stay focused on the man making the French Toast, the way he smiles, the way his tattoo looks menacing but brilliant artistic at the same time with all of the intricate details, before he knows it, Roman's done, he's decorating the French Toast with powdered sugar and Maple Syrup. It takes Dean a few brief seconds to realise that Roman has made him a heart on his French Toast.

Roman the Romantic.

"There you go baby" Roman says walking over to the breakfast bar, placing the plate with the French Toast on in front of Dean.

"Thanks Daddy" Dean replies smirking across at Roman.

"Wondered when you were gonna bring that back" Roman says kissing Dean quickly, before allowing the man to eat what he had happily made him.

Dean doesn't know when he started to like guys like Roman, Roman was great, decent and kind, Roman was too precious and loving for a guy like Dean, but somehow they worked and somewhere along that road Dean actually wanted it to work as well, which shocked himself.

Life as Dean knew it was going to change.

A/N 2: Please Read And Review x x x