A/N – The summary definitely made the story sound like it was going to be from Roman's POV, but change of plans, this is more of a third person/Dean POV. This might change in the later chapters, but I'll always give a heads up, so, no worries. Also, this will be a multi chapter fic. So, if you do start reading it, I hope you stick with me.

This is my first fic so I really do hope you guys like it, and any suggestions will be appreciated.

P.s. there's some smut in the latter half, so read at your own risk.

Hope you all like it!

Dean has no idea how it all began, or where it all began, to be honest. There was no doubt in his mind that Roman is one of the best people he ever had the chance to meet, let alone, call his best friend.

But then where did these new feelings come from? Am I in love with him? Is it just a crush? Or do I hate him?

These were the questions floating through Dean's mind. He was unable to point a finger as to what exactly went wrong. Maybe hooking up with Roman was a bad idea after all. But it wasn't him who made the first move, it was Roman. So why was Dean feeling so guilty about this? Shouldn't Roman be the one living in guilt?

He went to pour himself another drink, but he has emptied the bottle, so he heads off to the kitchen to get another one. When he passes through the living room, he sees something from the corner of his eyes and it takes him all of his willpower to not smash that frame into the wall. He walks towards it, picks it up, and lets out a sigh. It was a small black frame with a picture that holds a thousand memories.

Just looking at the picture made his stomach turn and sent a shiver through his body. He knew he should've put that frame aside until he came to terms with what had happened. But he just couldn't.

He swipes his thumb across the picture. It is a picture of Roman and him. It's a candid taken by Seth while they were in Vegas for Roman's stag night about a year ago. He took it without them noticing it while they were busy doing their customary handshake and laughing their hearts out. Dean never said it out loud, but it was his favorite picture of them.

He put the frame down and closed his eyes, trying his best to hold back his tears. He found himself doing that a lot lately whenever he thought about Roman. That feeling of a burning sensation in his chest was all too familiar to him because he's been living it for the last couple of days.

But it wasn't Roman's fault, was it?

Roman may have started it, but Dean knew what he was getting himself into, right?

Dean wasn't so sure about the answers to these questions anymore. He's not sure about anything that has anything to do with Roman lately.

Roman was a well-built, fairly attractive man with a riveting personality and an amazing sense of humor. He was caring, honest, loyal, and one of the nicest people Dean ever met. They were certainly opposites, but that's what made them click since Day 1. Roman knew Dean better than anyone else. They spent years working together in Developmental, they got their first WWE break together, and have been working in the WWE since then. Their friendship kept getting deeper and deeper as time passed by. Whether they were in the same team or feuding against each other, they never lost their bond. And somewhere during this process, Dean may have developed a little crush on Roman. It was never too serious, he was always able to push that thought to the back of his head, and believed he was just infatuated and that he would get over it soon. Or that he hoped he did.

But before that could happen, Roman made his move.

Start of flashback.

Wrestlemania 31 just ended, if Dean had to use one word to describe it, it would be - chaotic. The whole experience was like a dream come true. He was proud of the performance he put out there in the Ladder Match. But he felt prouder for the show Roman put out there against the Beast, although Seth came out on top in the end. Seeing Roman in tears after the match made him feel like shit because he knew his boy was ready to be the WWE Champion but it was taken away from him just because the people thought it was too early for him. As soon as Roman made his way backstage, everyone from Vince, Steph, Hunter to the Officials to the WWE Superstars and Divas congratulated him on his stellar performance. Although the tears didn't stop, he still managed to smile through it because he knew he put up a hell of a show out there.

Dean decided to wait for Roman while he freshened up so they could leave for the hotel together. Roman didn't speak much after the match, he quickly thanked everyone and headed for the shower. He got out, packed his stuff, and mumbled a quick "come on" to Dean, and they were out of the Levi Stadium en route to the hotel. The car ride was silent, Dean decided to drive and didn't say anything as he chose to give Roman some time to himself.

They reached the hotel, unloaded their bags, and checked in. While waiting for the elevator, Roman finally spoke up, "Wanna hang out in my room?". The question wasn't supposed to surprise Dean as it did because they usually hung out together after shows, drinking and playing, but of course when Galina was not in town. But it's Wrestlemania, isn't Galina supposed to be here? Then why does Roman want to me to come up and hang out? Dean wondered.

Dean, trying to sound as casual as possible, responded with, "Yeah, sure. But what about Galina?"

Roman let out a sigh and replied, "She isn't here. She's back home."

Dean decided on not taking the topic any further because he knew if something was wrong, Roman would talk to him sooner or later. But he couldn't help but wonder why Galina would want to miss the biggest night of her husband's career?

He was snapped out of his thoughts when the elevator door opened, they entered, and went up to Roman's room. They spent a few hours playing Arkham Knight and drinking beer. Their standard routine. Roman occasionally said something, most of the time it was related to the game. This was bugging Dean because this was so unlike Roman. Roman is the type of guy who would vent about the match he just had, whether he won or lost, he'd be hyped over it. But tonight was different, no words were being spoken, and Dean would occasionally catch Roman staring at him. Dean's mind was in a flurry. What was happening?

Dean decided to go to the bathroom to wash his face and to clear his head. As soon as he was done and was wiping his face, he felt someone come up behind him. He looked into the mirror and saw Roman standing behind him. Dean could feel Roman's shirtless torso pressing against his back.

"What are you-?" Dean was cut off by Roman, who replied with, "Shh, I want this."

Roman was breathing into his neck which sent a shiver through Dean's body. Dean didn't exactly understand what was happening until Roman leaned down, his lips brushing against Dean's ear, and whispered is his ear, "I want you."

Dean shuddered at the sound of that, but at the same time he wasn't sure whether he heard Roman right. So he let out a low, "what?". Almost as if he didn't want Roman to take that back.

But then he felt Roman's hand on his belt slowly unbuckling it while kissing the back of his neck. Dean wasn't sure under what circumstances this was happening, but he didn't care. He felt that if this is something Roman wanted and would make him happy, who was he to come in the way. It would be a lie if Dean said that he didn't want it himself. So, he let Roman take off his pants, shirt, and his own shorts.

Roman pulls him in closer, hips pressed together suddenly. He's felt Roman against him a dozen times, wrestling or whispering on stage but never like this.

"Okay?" he asks, Dean nods, and tilts his head a little; Roman can't resist the temptation the curve of his neck offers and latches onto it, sucking a mark into the skin, fingers digging into the soft flesh of Dean's ass. Roman slides one hand around Dean's hip and curls it around his cock between their bodies, squeezing and stroking tentatively.

"Oh shit," Dean moans loudly and goes slack in Roman's grip. Roman moves his fingers up, then engulfs the head in the palm of his hand, carefully stroking until Dean is fully hard, twitching, and he can pull back the foreskin to rub the sensitive skin under it. "Ro..." Dean breathes out and drops his head back against Roman's shoulder. The redness from his cheeks has spread all the way down his torso now; Roman starts stroking him fast, but gentle, with a twist of the head and a squeeze around the base because that's how he himself likes it.

Dean whines again, long and almost pained, and rides up into his hand, fingers digging into Roman's shoulder. The rhythmic background of his breathing turns staccato, and he comes with a shout, cock twitching and pulsing in Roman's hand. Roman strokes him through it, then eases off carefully, and pulls Dean close again.

Roman nudges his cock, hard and arching, against Dean's stomach, and whispered, "Bedroom. Now".

Dean wasn't sure where his moral compass was pointing toward in that exact moment, but he allowed his lust to take over his judgement and decided to deal with the consequences later.

Dean quietly went to the bedroom and laid down on the bed, assuming that's what Roman wanted.

"What's happening?", a voice in the back of his head wondered, but he couldn't care less, really. He turns his head and sees Roman walking over to the bed, climbing on top of him.

It takes Dean no time at all to realize he's completely exposed and laid out bare for this beautiful man on top of him. His heart rate picks up tenfold as Roman's eyes roam over his body, scavenging his features with his fingers. His palms come up to Dean's stomach and cover the entirety of his tummy, a look of awe on his face before he bends down to give it a long and reverent kiss just below his belly button. His hands continue to move down, resting on the curve of his hips and Dean can't help but lift them just a tad because he needs more of Roman, and he needs it now.

The smirk that appears on Roman's face is devilish and he leans down closer to Dean's ear and whispers, "Show me what else you can do with that mouth of yours besides running it all the time,".

Dean takes it as a challenge as he flips Roman on the bed, and slowly swipes his tongue around the shaft and taunts his lips at the tip of Roman's cock, one hand on his hip, the other coming to anchor him at the base. Roman moans are like music to Dean's ears because he'd by lying if he said he never wondered what Roman's moans sounded like. Dean is intoxicated by the turn of events, and Roman was trying not to jump out of his skin already. Luckily, Dean is quick to catch on to Roman's hints, and he ducks down to swallow up as much of Roman as he can take.

He sinks further down until his nose can skim at the skin lining Roman's base, breathing roughly through his nose before he peeks up at Roman again. Roman is staring right back, of course, enthralled and half gone. Dean pulls off with a pop, but wastes no time getting back to the base as he licks and kisses his way back to the top where he swirls his sinful tongue around the tip. He feels his lips as they gather the precum that's collected there, and he feels so over sensitized to everything surrounding him.

"Fuck," Roman murmurs because really he doesn't know what else to do with himself. His fingers have found a vice grip in Dean's hair, and it's all he can do to ground himself as Dean works on him, relentless and intent on sucking the life out of him, he's sure of it. Dean's tongue is working in neat circles around his cock, and his head is bobbing expertly around him. He works hard and fast as if this is all he's ever wanted, like he fears stopping will make it all vanish.

"You look so fucking good like this," Dean breathes out and his voice is wrecked. "God," Roman exhales. It takes Dean everything inside of him and all the strength he can muster to take his mouth off Roman's cock because he needs him inside of him. Dean's head is swimming with the feel of Roman on his hips, on his body, over his cock, inside his brain. There's so much of him, and he's everywhere.

Dean can't even bring himself to complain because everything feels exactly perfect for him right now.

Roman kneels between Dean's spread legs, pushing them apart even more before settling back on his heels and wrapping a hand around himself and says, "Can you prep yourself?"

"Do you have the, uh, stuff?" Dean asks, staring right into Roman's eyes.

"Sounds like you're asking me for drugs," Roman answered even though it is a wildly inappropriate time to be making jokes. The look he receives off of Dean says just as much. He bites his lip to keep back his bashful smile and nods his head in the direction of his bedside table. "Bottom drawer."

"You're a bottom drawer," Dean mumbles as he reaches over to grab the lube.

"That's the best you can come up with?" Roman asks, eyes fixed to Dean's body as it stretches across and pulls back again.

Dean winks, passing the condom to Roman and uncapping the lube. 'You'll see my best in a minute.'

"Actually, I think this time I'll show you my best", Roman retorts, taking the lube away from Dean.

Dean grins at him and his heart flip-flops because Roman is going to give him his best and that's all Dean really wants, the bits he has been denied up until now. He feels like he could say it now, like as soon as Roman's body leaves his, he could tell him he's been waiting for this for God knows how long, and that if Roman ever left then it would feel like half of him has walked away as well. He feels like he could tell him that he may have feelings for his best friend.

As soon as he thinks it, Roman is pulling away and returning to his position between Dean's legs. He could say it now, but Roman gently bends Dean's knees so his feet are flat on the mattress. He could say it now, but Roman is spreading lube between his fingers and staring at Dean so intensely that he clenches involuntarily. He could say it now, but Roman is crouching forward, ghosting his lips over the tip of his dick before bending lower.

Roman kisses his hole and it's so heart-achingly intimate that Dean almost wants to just stop and leave it at that, but then a slick finger is pressing into him and Roman is mumbling words he can't hear into the crease of his groin and he lets his mind go blank, forgetting for the things he now wants to say.

Dean whines when Roman removes his finger, but then he's tearing open the condom and rolling it onto himself before pushing two fingers inside again, curling them like he knows what he's looking for.

"Roman," he breathes, curling his toes.

"Is it okay?" Roman asks. He's bent over again and when Dean looks down, he realizes that he's watching his own fingers as they disappear inside him. The thought sends a shiver down his spine and he pushes himself down onto Roman's hand. "Is that a yes?"

Dean half-laughs and half-gasps, going stock-still when Roman adds a third finger. He keeps himself together as Roman's fingers move faster and harder, he really can't take it anymore and he's begging.

"Ro, please. I'm ready.", Dean said, spreading his legs wider. "Just please."

The fingers are gone, then there's something thicker pressing against his hole and he holds his breath as Roman guides himself in. He's bigger than what Dean's used to, but it's so much better because it's Roman, who's breathing heavily into his neck as he pushes in steadily, shoulders shaking like he's as overwhelmed as Dean is. Maybe he is. Maybe Dean is just imagining things.

"Does it feel good, Dean?" he asks.

"So good," Dean murmurs. "You're amazing." Roman uses his free hand to push one of Dean's legs up, hooking it over his shoulder. "Alright?"

Dean waits for Roman to push in again, the new angle shifting something so that Roman rubs him in just the right place. "Oh God," he moans.

"Yeah?" Roman thrusts into him again, hitting him where he needs it on nearly every go.

Dean arches his back up off of the bed as much as he can, trying to pull Roman in deeper. The way he's fucking him and the way he's looking at him is driving him crazy, making something twist and ache in the pit of his belly, but there's an ache higher up as well, in his chest, a constant question of is this enough to make Roman stay with him, is this the right thing to do, is this going to be worth it when he leaves and goes back to Galina anyway. He tries to push the thought away, but Roman's free hand is on his chest, playing with one of his nipples like he's known all along that every time he did it before it wasn't really a joke, at least not to Dean.

He's thinking it, thinking he can say it now when they're as close as they'll ever be, but then Roman's hand is around his dick and the words change as they come out of his mouth.

"I love the way you fuck me," Dean says.

Roman rolls his hips diabolically. "Good," he says, short of breath. "You look so good like this, fuck, you feel so good. So fucking pretty."

Dean tips his head back into the pillow and whines, Roman's hand working him right to the edge.

"Not gonna last much longer", he mumbles, throwing his arms out to grip the edges of the mattress. "Fuck, don't stop."

"Come on, Dean. Come for me, yeah?"

It's all it takes and with one final flick of Roman's wrist, Dean comes all over his own stomach, clenching tight around Roman who stops moving as he milks him through it.

"Oh my god," Roman breathes, letting go of Dean's cock to run a hand through the mess on his belly. "Oh my god," he repeats and then he's snapping his hips forward again, throwing Dean's other leg onto his shoulder as well and folding his spent body over. Dean grabs Roman's face and brings it closer to his own, and stares intently at Roman's face noticing every single feature of his face, especially his lips, those plump lips which he has yet to feel tonight. In order to achieve that, he brings his lips closer but as soon as his lips near Roman's, Roman moves his head down and starts kissing Dean's neck. Wait, was Dean being paranoid? Or did Roman just deny him a kiss?

"Gonna come," Roman mutters and then he's pushing in one last time, going rigid as he comes, the look on his face something Dean wishes he would never forget.

Dean sighs, so content that the ache in his chest has just background noise to the buzz he's feeling. Roman slumps onto him, letting his legs slide off of his shoulders, down his arms and safely onto the mattress. Roman rolls the condom off of himself, tying up the end and chucking it to the side. Then, without saying a word, just headed off to the bathroom.

Dean just wondered, Wait, what the hell just happened?

End of flashback.

A/N - That's it. Next chapter will be up in a day or two. Let me know what you guys think, any and every suggestion is welcome. Also, do let me know if you want more smut or not. And how fond you all are of angst. There's definitely a fair bit of both coming up.

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