"Are you having a nice night?"
Dean couldn't help but to laugh as he was asked that question. His fingers ran nervously through his blond hair as he tried to think of a way of responding to Seth's question without blurting out the truth.
"I guess you can say it's been alright." He decided to say. That didn't sound too bad now did it?
"Hmm..." He saw Seth survey him, and then he smiled, liked he caught onto Dean's lies really quickly. "I don't think you're telling me the truth."
"What?" Dean's reply came out too quick, for his own liking. How could Seth know he wasn't being truthful? Was he a fucking mind reader or something? Dean ignored his stupid thought as the L train's door's opened to Bedford Avenue. Great. One more fucking stop and he could just run home. Dean thought to himself.
"I don't believe you." Seth said back, with a knowing smile on his face. "There's something up with you, but you don't want me to know." Dean's eyes widened a bit then he looked down towards his boots. Seth couldn't help but to smirk at Dean's reaction. He obviously hit the nail on the head. "You don't have to be shy, Dean. We all have things we rather not talk about." Seth said softly. Dean ended up looking at Seth once again his face now less shocked than before. "I'm guessing whatever you're feeling right now probably has to do with your hot boyfriend. Am I right?"
Dean's jaw clenched, and he shook his head as he thought about Roman. "No." He lied to Seth. Hoping he didn't have to talk about Roman right now. "It's not." As soon as the lie came out of his mouth, Dean saw Seth frown, but nod his head. The train pulled into the Lormier street station and Dean had never been happier to see a station before in his life.
"This is Lormier Street." The automated lady spoke through the train speaker, "The next stop is Graham Avenue." The train came to a full screeching stop, and that's when Dean and Seth got up, and walked out together. Once they made it pass the turnstile and up the stairs, Seth stopped Dean in his tracks, so Dean couldn't make a fast walk for it towards their apartment.
"Dean, before you go and run off I just wanna say I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up your boyfriend." Seth told him apologetically.
Not my boyfriend. Dean wished he said it out loud. But a part of him didn't feel like correcting Seth. At least not just yet. "It's cool." Dean shrugged while looking down. "I'm not mad. Just.. kind of just pissed that you were right… about Roman I mean."
Seth laughed while folding his arms in front of him. "Of course I'm right. I can read it all over your face." He smiled as Dean's eyes shyly met his once again. "I'm assuming you have beers in your house right?" Seth asked.
"Are you even old enough to drink?" Dean wondered with a laugh.
"I'm 23 you jackass so yes. Do you have beers or not?"
"Of course I do." Dean rolled his eyes, "Why?"
"Cause we're gonna get drunk and talk about it." Seth grabbed onto Dean's arm, wrapping it in his own. Dean was confused by the gesture but he played along as Seth dragged him down the block towards their apartment.
"What if I don't wanna talk about it?" Dean asked as he and Seth turned the corner and crossed the street together.
"Then we'll just get drunk." Seth smiled at him, "Don't worry okay? Just… go with it." Seth gave him one last look before they both entered the building. Dean didn't know what just go with it meant but he sure as hell was going to listen.
His whole case of bud light was almost gone as he and Seth sat on his couch and talked. It was weird, because Dean didn't really spend his time getting to know too many people. He had the restaurant which took up half his time, and then of course he and Roman told each other everything. He didn't have any room for new people. Or so he thought.
Seth was actually different. He was younger than Dean but he was really smart. He had a 4.0 gpa and was planning on getting into a dance school in London after he graduated from NYU business school. He liked to talk about himself a lot too. But Dean kind of chucked that part up to the alcohol.
"So. You've been my neighbor for a year and I barely know anything about you." Seth giggled lightly feeling small effects of his three beers. "I've been talking about myself ever since we got to your apartment. Why don't you tell me something about you?"
"There's nothing to tell." Dean laughed as his lips left his own beer bottle. "I'm 29. I own a bar and restaurant. I'm single. Originally from Ohio, but ma and I moved from there when I was 17, to Florida cause my dad got a better job over there. That's when I met Ro." Dean's lips floated around the beer bottle again, and the liquid made a soft swishing sound as Dean drank.
"You guys have known each other since you were 18?" Seth asked and Dean simply nodded. "Wow. That's such a sweet love story. You guys have been together for so long."
"Heh." Dean smirked, shaking his head. "We're not dating or even in love." Dean confessed to Seth, trying to play it off as a joke.
"Really?" Seth was genuinely surprised by Dean's confession. "Are you sure? Because there was one time I caught you two kissing in the hallway near your apartment door and it looked so… intimate. I just assumed that he was your boyfriend because my friends never kiss me like that."
Dean nodded, jaw clenched and lips tightened around his beer. He didn't want to go down this road with Seth. He was getting buzzed already and thinking about Roman while being intoxicated probably wasn't going to mesh well with Dean. Seth watched him and he noticed that Dean was uncomfortable so he decided maybe he should change the topic.
"So umm… do you dance?" Seth asked him instead.
"Do I dance?" Dean laughed, and then shook his head no. "I don't. But nice save." He winked at him, thankful for the new topic. "I can't dance. I look like someone who has two left feet whenever I try."
Seth laughed at Dean, then smiled at him. "I bet you're not that bad." Seth challenged him.
"Oh you would lose that bet handsomely." Dean retorted with a small laugh.
"Well that's because you're thinking about the moves. Dance isn't just about the moves. It's an unapologetic expression of art through movement. Whatever you do, you're creating. No matter if it's ballet… or the dab." He placed his beer bottle on Dean's coffee table, then stood up. "Dance with me." Seth said, with a smile.
"Hah. I don't think so." Dean shook his head. "There's no music and I'm not good at it." He warned once again. Seth just rolled his eyes at him then took his phone out of his pocket. He scrolled until he found apple music and then he put Rihanna's new song Work on. Seth placed his phone down then pulled Dean's beer away from him. "Dude what the fuck!" Dean said, but Seth wasn't listening. He pulled Dean up with both of his hands then wrapped them around his waist.
"Dean… just go with it." Seth whispered to him softly. Dean's blue eyes looked into hazel, and slowly Seth started to move along to the beat. Dean looked down at how easily Seth's hips sway and how gentle he was being. Seth brought him in closer and moved Dean along with him. Dean couldn't believe he was actually moving to the beat as he and Seth danced. Their eyes connected once again, soft breaths coming fell out of their mouths as Seth slowly let Dean go. The sweet island themed song played softly in the background as Seth rolled his body then his hips down to where he and Dean's connected. Dean felt Seth's cock brush against his own and it made him bite down on his lip. Fuck that felt good.
Seth smiled as Dean got the hang of it, he turned around in his arms and placed his back to Dean's front, then he moved his hips right near Dean's dick. Dean breathed out sharply and grabbed Seth at the waist as he slowly grinded his erection into Seth's ass. Seth looked back at him, mouth slightly open, and eyes dripping with lust and alcohol and he and Dean danced. Dean kept looking at his lips, like he wanted to give Seth a kiss but Dean didn't know if he was overstepping his boundaries. But if he felt that plump ass grind against him one more time he just might say fuck it and kiss Seth right here and now.
"You feel big." Seth whispered to Dean. He bit his lip as Dean's hands slowly lifted up Seth's shirt and went under so he could touch his heated body. "I would love to ride that big fat cock."
Fuck. Dean couldn't wait anymore. Seth was obviously flirting. He wanted Dean just as much as Dean wanted whatever was about to happen between them. His hand was slowly coming down towards Seth's erection when…
RING.
Dean's phone started to ring in his back pocket. His first thought was to just ignore it but whoever was, because Seth's nice ass was grinding so slowly on his dick. But whoever was calling Dean did it over and over again. Fuck. Dean unwillingly pulled away from Seth then pulled his phone out of his pocket. Three missed calls. All from Roman. Worried that something was wrong, Dean called back and waiting for fucking ever for Roman to answer.
"Deano!" Roman only said his name but Dean could already tell that he was drunk. "Hey. Where are you? Are you home Deanie baby?"
"Deanie?" Fucking hell. Roman was drunk. He never used pet names unless he was hammered. Dean wondered what was wrong. "Roman where the fuck are you?"
"I dunno." Roman hiccupped. "I think I got off on the wrong stop going home." His words came out slurry.
"Roman. Listen to me." Dean stated, his voice full of worry. "Look at your surroundings and tell me where you are. I'll borrow a neighbor's car and come and get you." As Dean looked around for his keys he noticed Seth just standing there, with a disappointed look on his face.
"I think I'm on 45th street in Manhattan. I think." Roman paused, "Yep the number says 4… 5… street." He read it slowly.
"Okay stay where you are and turn your gps on, so I can track you." Dean hung up on him after that then hurriedly popped on his leather jacket and shoes.
"So you just run to him huh?" Seth asked as he stood there watching Dean quickly redress. "Does he have that sort of hold on you? Where you just drop everything and do what he wants you to do?"
"Excuse me?" Dean paused, squinting his eyes at Seth. "You don't know me. Or my relationship with Roman. Don't think a few beers and dirty dancing gives you the right to judge my fucking life or relationships."
"I know you're his doormat." Seth said back unapologetically. "It's written all over your face and in your damn body language. I also know that you crave something more than being used for sex by your best friend. So when you're ready for something more. Knock on my door." Seth leaned down and grabbed his satchel and then placed it over him. He and Dean gave each other this tense look before Seth exited his apartment.
"Fucking hell." Dean said to himself. He didn't mean to hurt Seth but he just didn't understand. No one really would. Except Dean and Roman. Dean waited until Seth was inside of his apartment then he exited his own, in search of his best friend.
The GPS tracker on Roman's phone had him in central park. Even though Dean told him not to move. He drove around in his neighbor's Dolph Ziggler's car looking for Roman. Dean searched until he found him sitting alone on the park bench. He got out of the car and then walked over to Roman, bending down in front of him.
"Hey drunkie. I thought I told you not to move?" He smiled at Roman then helped him to his feet and towards the car. Roman got in the passenger's side and as Dean drove Roman back to his house, Roman fell asleep, snoring softly near the window. They made it back to Dean's building quickly and Dean helped Roman to the elevator. They stopped on Dean's floor, and Dean laid Roman near the door as he got his keys out and opened his door. He brought Roman into his bedroom and laid Roman on the bed. Roman mumbled something gently as Dean took off his street clothes, leaving him in his boxers. Roman crawled to the right side of the bed then softly fell asleep. Dean smiled at him. He didn't know what happened between Roman and Nikki last night but he figured Roman would tell him in the morning.
Dean got undressed as well, then went to go take a quick shower. After he was done, he came back and slid on some boxer briefs. He climbed into bed and then placed the covers over him and Roman. Dean turned off the light and as soon as he did, Roman reached out for him, and held him at the waist. Dean smiled to himself, taking Roman's hand and entwining their fingers.
"Night Ro." He whispered before he went to sleep.
The morning brought in more questions as Dean woke up. He turned to see Roman not there and Dean started to wonder if he had just left. He sat up, looking around the room and he then heard the shower water being turned off. Roman came out in a towel. He smiled at Dean, then took the towel off, letting his dick flop as he dried himself off. Dean could help but to look at him as Roman cleaned himself. He was 6'3 and 265 pounds of all man and muscle. He tasted even better than he looked. That, Dean could say with 100 percent accuracy. Roman came over to the bed, naked and he laid back down against Dean's pillows.
"So you gonna tell me what happened last night?" Dean asked as he moved closer to Roman. "You were supposed to be going on a date then all of a sudden you're drunk and calling me."
Roman looked over at Dean, then sighed looking down towards his feet. "You're gonna think I'm a jackass." Roman began to say.
"Try me."
"Nikki stood me up." Roman said quietly. "She had me waiting at the damn restaurant for an hour. Then she calls me and tells me she forgot about it. She's fucking playing games with my heart. I'm an idiot." Dean watched as Roman chastised himself and all he could think about was firing Nikki the next time he saw her. No one hurts Roman. Not on Dean's watch.
"Say the word bro and I will fire her tomorrow." Dean told him seriously.
"No. It's fine. We have been making great profits since we've hired her. Just because she played me doesn't mean she isn't a good waitress." Roman looked over at Dean, softly his hand reached up to push some blond hair out of Dean's face. Dean blushed and moved Roman's hand, slapping it away playfully. "How was your night?" Roman asked as he began to look into Dean's eyes. "You said you had a thing right?"
"Oh. That." Dean shook his head. He didn't want to think about Seth right now. Not after everything he said to him. "It was uneventful." He shrugged, then slowly he rose up. "Want breakfast? I'm in a cooking mood.
When he got up, Roman noticed he was wearing those boxer briefs he brought him last weekend. They made Dean's ass look so damn good, tight and plump. Roman licked his lips then followed after Dean, towards the kitchen. Dean was getting a pan out to make him and Roman breakfast when he felt Roman's arms wrap themselves around him from behind. Dean gasped, then turned around in Roman's arms, looking up into his eyes.
"Ro… what are you doing?" Dean asked as he placed his hands on Roman's pecs to still him.
"You're wearing your come fuck me briefs. Those ones you wear when you want me to fuck you hard and fast against this wall." Roman backed them up into the kitchen wall and Dean's back hit it hard. He grimaced, and watched Roman smile cause he knew that pain sort of turned Dean on. "Oh I'm sorry. Did that hurt?" Roman asked, smirking.
Dean bit his lip, "You son of a bitch." He pushed Roman away from him hard and just like he wanted, seconds later Roman was on him. He pressed Dean hard into the wall, then then roughly pulled at his underwear.
"Gonna take these off for me?" Roman asked as he bunched them up in his hands, exposing Dean's balls through one side. "Or should I just take them off myself?" Roman pulled at them, bunching the underwear before he ripped them off of Dean, letting them fall gently to the floor. Dean was then pressed into the wall, face first, and his ass was slapped, causing him to whimper. "Stick that ass out for me." Roman demanded. Dean did as he was told, and spread his legs for Roman. He turned his head and watched Roman lick his lips and softly he cupped Dean's pale asscheeks. Dean moaned, as Roman licked one of his fingers then played gently with Dean's puckered hole.
"I want to taste you." Roman told him. "Can I taste you?" He asked Dean gently. Dean of course nodded and that's when Roman kneeled down, and gave Dean's entrance a small kiss. He heard Dean moan, and it only egged Roman on as his thick pink tongue swirled around his entrance, then slipped inside of that tight pucker slowly.
"Fuck Ro!" Dean whined as Roman started to thrust his tongue deep inside of him. It wasn't enough to reach Dean's prostate but it was just enough to hear him moan out like a pornstar. Roman held both of Dean's cheeks in his hands as his tongue dipped in and out, tasting his favorite treat. Dean had been whining his name and trying to move his ass against Roman's tongue as he fucked him harder.
"Ro… I need…" Roman always fucking had him begging for cock like some twink. He hated it and loved it at the same time. Roman lapped up all he could then he smiled, and turned Dean around.
"You need this dick?" He said with a cocky smile. Dean nodded helplessly and that's when Roman picked him up off his feet. He held his dick upright and then slowly, pushed it inside of Dean. They grunted at the same time at the feeling, and then Roman placed Dean on the wall, and started to thrust. It was fast, but their eyes still connected as they fucked. Dean couldn't help pulling on Roman's hair as he went deep and squeezed Dean's ass at the same time. Dean was moaning loudly like he usually does, crying out Roman's name.
Roman had enough of their position so he kissed Dean then held him close as he walked them to Dean's bedroom. Their kiss was broken as Roman tossed him on the bed, then lifted his legs over his shoulder. He slid into Dean easily again, fucking him much slower than before. Dean's legs bent and he pulled Roman in closer so they could kiss and fuck at the same time. He moaned in Roman's mouth as he began his assault on his prostate. Dean's mouth hung open, with tons of curse words and Roman's name leaving as he got fucked hard.
"I'm gonna cum." He whispered it to Roman and Roman nodded, saying the same thing. It didn't take long for Dean to cum. Two strokes of his cock and he was spurting all over Roman's hand and body. He held on still as Roman reached his own orgasm, hard thrust and moans were felt until Roman slowly pull out and came all over chest. The cleanup would be hectic, but Roman didn't like cumming inside of Dean. He felt that it was too intimate.
They both fell backwards on the bed and panted heavily. Roman looked over at his cum on Dean's body and he tried to ignore the feeling of possession as he looked at him. Dean caught him staring and of course he just smiled, and leaned over to give Roman a kiss.
"I hate that I told you about my pain kink." Dean laughed, sitting up. "You always use it against me. I was supposed to top remember?"
"It's not my fault you get turned on by pain and we still have plenty of time for you to fuck me before work."
Dean smirked then sat up, and walked towards the bathroom. "I'm going for a shower. Care to join me?"
"You know I would. Let me just check to see if Nikki texted me and then I'll be there." He just had to mention her. Dean thought. She played him and Roman was still all about her. Dean couldn't believe it but…
Maybe Seth was right.
He frowned then walked into the bathroom to start the shower. Roman was checking his phone for messages from Nikki when someone knocked on Dean's door. Dean was already in the shower so Roman decided to put a quick tank top and go answer it. He walked to the door and then swung it open, seeing Dean's neighbor, Seth standing there.
Seth looked at Roman up and down with a small frown. He was so hot. He could see why Dean was caught up in him. "Can I help you?" Roman asked softly.
"No." Seth responded in sort of a rude tone. "I just came here to see Dean."
A/N: So Roman. Meet Seth. That last chapter had some people on team ambrollins. What do you guys think now?
Please note that ambreigns are fuck buddies in this which was expressed in the first chapter so there will be smut through this fic. Just in case you were wondering. If that doesn't appeal to you please do not read. - Melle
