Kisses mean things.
They could signify firsts, lasts, hellos or goodbyes. They could tell you things that words fail too. When you're kissed by someone you like it makes you feel happy, that drunk kind of happy that has your heart beating fast even if everything else in your world is spinning uncontrollably around you.
But what happens when you kiss someone who hates you?
What do you denote that feeling as?
Is it pent up rage, is it hate? Is it lust... could it be more?
Dean found himself somewhere in the middle of those emotions as he was pushed up against the oak tree and kissed by his high school tormentor. He could barely breathe, one part from Roman cutting off oxygen to his neck and the other? From how damn good of a kiss he was getting right now.
His tongue forced his way into Dean's mouth and when it did, Dean gladly let him in. It was nothing but pure, primal instinct from the taller Samoan as he picked Dean up under his legs and held him there as they made out. Hard tongues and teeth clashing, small moans from Dean as he felt Roman dominate him in… every way possible.
No amount of porn could've prepared Dean for this moment. Nothing could've prepared him for the gripping feeling of his thighs by Roman's overly large hands, or the way he completely controlled Dean's mouth as they kissed against the tree. Or that tight tent in his pants as Roman held him, and squeezed his thighs at the exact same time.
Yeah… screw porn, right now Dean's reality was so much better.
He was just starting to realize that he's been kissing his high school crush for over 10 minutes now, when Roman's lips left his. He opened his blue eyes slowly after those big lips left his own, only to see Roman looking back him, breathing heavily.
Dean said nothing, did nothing. Roman was holding him up still by his legs and his lips... now completely kiss swollen from making out with Dean were now sucked in and licked softly.
Almost like he was trying to get one last taste of Dean before he came back to reality.
"I..." Reality came crashing down on Roman fast as he let go of Dean quickly making him drop down to the grass. Roman wiped his mouth in utter disgust of what he had just done, and then turned around and closed his eyes.
What. The. Fuck. Did. He. Just. Do?
"I won't tell anyone," Dean said quickly, as he got to his feet. He didn't owe Roman anything. Roman was a fucking jerk in every sense of the word. But if that kiss was any inclination... it was that he was hiding a very painful secret. One that Dean knew the trouble of oh so perfectly.
"You... you better fucking not," Roman finally answered as he turned around to stare at Dean in the eye. Those eyes that now looked so blue against the paleness of a budding moon, a blue Roman never even noticed before. Those lips that was pink and ripe, swollen with the taste of Roman probably still lingering on them. Fuck., Roman shook those thoughts away. He shouldn't be thinking like this.
"You tell anyone anything and I'll kick your stupid gay ass."
A threat really wasn't going to help the cause. But Roman tried anyway. It was better than thinking about ripping Dean's clothes off and fucking him against the tree, which is exactly what was in his mind now.
"I already promised I wouldn't. No need for threats," Dean was actually feisty with him. Roman never seen him retort back in such a way before. Dean bent down to pick up his art supplies and when he did, Roman watched his ass.
Fuck, he had a nice ass.
Wait… what?
"Whatever, I have to go," Roman turned his head away from Dean and walked over to his duffel bag. He picked it up off the ground and slumped it over his shoulder and when he turned around he noticed Dean right behind him, staring at him with a smile.
"Why the fuck are you looking at me like that, queer?" Roman asked with his jaw set tight.
"It's late, drive me home?" Dean asked him, trying to hide his frown. He noticed the apprehension on Roman's face so Dean tried another tactic, "Look, usually I walk. But it's dark out. No one will even notice because we live on two separate parts of town. C'mon."
Roman thought about it for a second, before he just gave in. He just made out with the guy hardcore, and Dean agreed to not tell anyone, at least he could do was give him a ride.
"Fine. But don't sprinkle fairy dust all over my passenger's seat when you get in," Roman nudged him to follow, so Dean did with a roll of his eyes.
"I'll try," Dean said back under his breath.
They got in the car and after Dean told him where to go, they drove in silence for a long time. Roman kept both hands on the steering wheel like he just learned how to drive, but it was more about him being uncomfortable than anything. Dean sighed and looked out the window at the night time cityscape. His side of town looked nothing like Roman's. He lived in the inner city as they liked to call it. Apartment buildings, projects, fifth floor walk ups is all Dean knew. It wasn't much, but at least it was home.
Roman pulled up down the block from Dean's house just like he wanted. Once Roman stopped the car, Dean took off his seat belt then looked at him. Roman refused to look back at Dean though. He was keeping his eyes straight on the street ahead.
"I know things are weird right now, I mean we..." Dean began to say.
"We don't need to talk about it okay?" Roman warned him, "It was a mistake I made. It's not like I'm some fag like you. I don't want you, nor am I looking for a wife. I just drove you home, that's it. Now get out of my car," Roman's tone was harsh, yet he still couldn't look at Dean in the eye. Dean frowned, but still nodded. He opened the passenger's side door, but not before he took something out of his bag.
"Thanks for driving me home," Dean said anyway, knowing full well Roman wouldn't reply.
Roman heard Dean sigh at his silence. then something ripped, before the blond got out of the car without another word. He watched him go, and when he was finally out of sight, Roman looked down to see something Dean left in the passenger's seat.
It was a drawing.
Roman picked it up and he looked at the picture. It was him, in mid-run almost catching a ball down field at the home game they won last weekend. Roman found himself cracking a small smile at the picture, he caressed it softly then placed it in his bag.
He may not like the guy, but this was a damn good drawing.
When Dean got home, there was a smile on his face. He smiled at his parents who barely looked up at him to say hello, then ran up to his room. When he opened it, he saw his best friend Seth Rollins there, sleeping on his bed. He must've snuck in the window again. Dean crawled into bed with Seth and almost immediately he felt him stir and open his eyes.
"Hey, I was waiting for you forever. I scared that the jocks finally caught on to you and beat you senseless. What happened?" Seth asked softly.
Dean smiled as he laid his head near Seth's shoulder. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
A/N: So right now, thanks to the overwhelming response this will be a three shot woo! If we can keep up the awesome responses, maybe more? It's up to you guys! Thanks so much for reading and reviewing -Melle.
