Three

Dean could not believe what he had just heard. "W-what did you say?"

Roman was staring at him with intensity. "I said the bedroom's that way."

This must have been a dream. The Samoan man wanted to have sex with him? Dean wasn't sure if he would be satisfied with just one night.

But he'd take whatever he was offered, he supposed.

Roman kissed him softly and walked backwards. Dean followed him, holding and returning his kisses fiercely.

Roman was a good kisser. Soft or passionate, he left Dean wanting more.

Perhaps it had been too long but he wanted nothing more than to be pinned and bitten.

His neck was lined with hot kisses. The auburn haired man clung onto him tight, his hands on the collar of Roman's shirt. They stopped kissing long enough to undress before fastening their lips again. Suddenly, he found himself on top of Roman before being flipped over.

They were on Roman's bed in his bedroom.

Dean took his time to admire the body of the man above him. Roman was muscular all over with little body fat in all the right places and his length made him want to hide under a rock. How was it going to fit in him?

His blue eyes met Roman's grey one and he found his date smiling at him. "You okay?"

"It's just ummm… you're bigger than I expected."

"Aaah I'll be gentle with you. I promise."

"I don't-"

Roman pressed his lips against his and slowly licked Dean's lips. He sighed before parting his lips. Their tongues moved against one another's making the artist arch against Roman's body so desperate he was for some friction.

His roommate stroked the area between their bodies close to their pressed lengths. Dean tore his mouth away and moaned. "You're so beautiful," Roman praised him, dropping soft kisses on his face.

When he felt his aroused member being stroked, he gasped, "Oh, fuck!"

"That's what we're going to do," Roman cooed as he continued his slow torture.

"Then do it faster!"

"Impatient, are we?"

"Get your dick inside of me now!"

"And demanding. I bet you love it when I do this."

Smack!

Dean groaned when he felt Roman spanked his butt. "Fuck!"

"No?"

"I'd rather you bite me actually."

"Where?"

"Anywhere."

Roman hesitantly bite both his pecs and his nipples gently.

It wasn't enough for Dean. He wanted more. "Fuck, Roman. Harder!"

When he felt Roman's teeth sank into his skin harder, he closed his eyes in bliss as desire ran through his body. He was always a sucker for being bitten; it made him feel as if the person couldn't get enough of him. The Samoan man continued to touch him before he got up to retrieve a condom.

Dean felt his heart beating fast as he stared at the ceiling. This was all happening so fast. "You sure you're okay with this?" Roman asked when he came back, a lubricated condom already rolled on.

"Yeah," Dean replied. "I am."

"Because if you feel I'm pressuring you-"

"No, you're not. I promise. I want you, Roman."

Roman settled on top of him, kissing him tenderly. "Oh Dean, you have no idea how much I want you."

"I'm yours."

"Yeah?"

Dean pulled him down for a long kiss. "Yeah."

He felt Roman's tip near his entrance. Taking a deep breath, he nodded his head at the beautiful grey eyed man. He hissed when Roman was halfway in. "Dean?"

"Just give me a moment to get used to it."

"Okay."

Never had he ever had anyone that big inside him. All the other guys he had slept with before were average at best. This however… he felt himself being stretched. His eyes flew open to find Roman looking down at him with concern. "I'm okay now," Dean assured him when the pain was lessening.

Roman thrusted deeper and when he was finally in, their bodies started to rock together. Dean enjoyed the feel of their bodies together.

After tonight, he shuddered to think what would happen next. Dean didn't want to let go of Roman; never wanted to.

But he would take what he could from this night and hold on to it for the rest of his life.

He finally came hard, his hot cum hitting between their bellies. Roman groaned as he rode out his orgasm deep within him, emptying his contents into the condom he was wearing.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Roman?"

"I loved it."

"Me too."

Roman slowly withdrew. This was it: end of the best date he had ever been on. How the Samoan man managed to make him feel adored and cherished he'll never know. Dean couldn't get up fast enough but his arm was tugged by Roman. "Where are you going?"

"To my room," he said simply.

Their lips were inches apart. "Stay."

Roman woke up to an empty bed the next morning.

Where was Dean? In the middle of the night, he had found himself spooning the artist. It was a nice feeling.

He swung his legs over and rubbed his eyes. Nine thirty. Approximately forty minutes to get ready and head on down to Spice Publishing to discuss about the progress of his new book.

What a shame. He really wanted to spend the day home instead of being in negotiations.

Last night was a memorable night and damn if he didn't want to have Dean beneath him again. The way he looked as he thrusted into him, the way he felt when Roman had sank into his heat…

He wanted more.

Putting on his boxers, he brushed his teeth and combed his hair with his fingers before heading out to the living room.

Dean was not there but he could smell eggs coming from the kitchen. The auburn haired man was at the stove in last night's t-shirt and boxers, frying eggs. "Good morning," Roman greeted him, kissing his cheek.

"Good morning."

"Those smell delicious."

"Scrambled eggs, sausage and toast. I hope you love eggs."

"Yeah, I do. Unfortunately, I need to rush off for a meeting."

"Oh."

Roman detected a hint of disappointment in his voice. No. That's won't do. He wanted to see dimples, not sad eyes. "But I'll eat whatever you have now."

"Sure. I'll fix you a plate. Why don't you get ready first?"

"You're the best."

He wasted no time in showering and once that was done, throwing on a black polo t-shirt over black jeans.

True to Dean's words, there was a plate of scrambled eggs and sausages waiting for him on the table. "Thanks, Dean."

"No problem," Dean replied, sitting down in front of him.

"About last night-"

"Dude, it's cool."

Roman did not like the neutral tone. "It is?"

"Yeah."

Maybe Dean was into one night stands. He was certainly in a hurry to rush back to his room last night.

Would he be satisfied with that? Just having casual sex? Roman wasn't sure. He didn't like one night stands.

"You okay?"

He reluctantly nodded. "Yeah." He couldn't lie, not when he had a date that made him want to try to have something long term. He shook his head. "No. It's not."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I meant what I said last night. I like you, Dean. I was hoping you'd want to go out again. I just… I want to see where this thing goes between us. That is if you want the same thing too."

His roommate looked shell shocked. "You want to go out with me?"

"Yeah."

"You know nothing about me, Roman."

"Well, that's kinda the point of dating."

"You're going to be in for a lifetime of disappointment."

"I'll be the judge of that although I like the idea of a lifetime. So what do you say?"

Dean seemed to be struggling internally with himself. The raven haired man guessed he was weighing the pros and cons.

Roman was rewarded with a dimpled smile. It spoke of many promises that had him looking forward to wherever life would take them both. "Yes," Dean answered simply.

A/N And that concludes this three parter. I thank you all for reading it. Happy Valentine's!