Chapter 4

What the hell just happened? Okay it didn't 'just' happen. But the moment kept on replaying in Roman's mind. It felt as if he was going through an outer body experience when Dean was kissing him. It was as if he saw himself standing there allowing Dean to kiss him and he didn't even fight it. It had been two hours since Dean had left and Roman had taken a shower, tried to resume playing Call of Duty but he just couldn't concentrate. The kiss played over and over in his mind. He knew why it kept repeating itself relentlessly and it wasn't the shock of it, it was because he had actually liked it. He had allowed Dean to keep his face pressed to his even though he could have easily thrown him off. He allowed him to slide his tongue against his without any protest. But Roman shook his head. No. He couldn't have actually enjoyed a kiss from a man, that man being Dean no less. Maybe he was just confused about the whole thing, especially the part where Dean had confessed his feelings for him. He just wanted to talk it out with him but when he called after him Dean wouldn't stop. Then he tried calling his cell phone several times but all of the calls went straight to voicemail. Fuck. Dean could be so difficult at times.

Roman stood infront Dean's house inbetween two minds. Part of him wanted to go in and confront Dean about this whole thing and the other part of him wanted to just go home and forget that it ever happened. Roman exhaled sharply into the night air. He never made the easy choices in life so he started to walk to Dean's door. As he knocked on the door Roman wondered what exactly was he going to say to him. He heard movement in the house but no one came to the door. Crap. Dean was probably a bit scared of him after the stunt that he just pulled. Probably thought that he was going to hit him.

" Come on Dean, open the door."

Nothing.

Roman banged loudly on the door. " C'mon Dean. I know that you're home. Please open the door. I'm not mad promise."

Roman heard footsteps approaching the door. He heard a few bolts unlock and saw Dean peering at him from between the space. " Dean just open the door please. I just want to talk."

Finally Dean took all of the bolts off and opened the door. He stepped aside and allowed Roman to enter. Roman headed to the living room and Dean followed him. When Roman reached the couch he stopped and looked at Dean who was just in his boxers but his hair was disheveled and if he didn't know better he would've sworn that Dean had been crying.

" So you like me?" It was a pretty redundant question by now but Roman had no idea where to start.

Dean nodded his head. " Yeah."

" Look Dean I know we've been friends for a long time but I don't like you that way." Roman thought that was the easiest way to let Dean down plus it made sense to him. But he wasn't absolutely certain that he believed it.

" So why didn't you stop me?"

Roman looked at Dean quizzically. " Stop you?"

" Yeah stop me," Dean quipped. " I didn't just give you a peck on the lips Roman. I put my tongue in your mouth. For quite a while too."

Roman started to fidget with his pants pocket. " I was just in shock, that's all. I didn't expect you to do that."

" But I did. And you didn't stop me. You didn't push me off. You allowed me to do it." Dean stepped closer to him.

" Admit it Roman. A part of you liked it when I kissed you." Dean's voice was low as he stepped right infront of Roman. His eyes searching Roman's face for answers.

" I.. I didn't, I was confused." Roman said exasperatedly.

" Roman," said Dean softly. " I honestly like you. Are you really telling me that you feel absolutely nothing for me?"

Roman studied Dean's face. He truly didn't know what to tell him. Dean was right. He did like it when he kissed him but he wasn't sure how...

A sudden gasp escaped from Roman's throat when he felt Dean's lips kiss his neck. Dean planted another one right below the first one.

He grabbed Roman's wrists as he started to kiss the otherside of his neck. " Don't fight it Rome."

Dean flicked his tongue out on a spot on Roman's neck and was rewarded with a sharp inhale. He felt Roman's defences start to crumble as he began to lick and suck on that sensitive spot on Roman's neck.

" Oh shit Dean." Roman's voice came out thick and raspy. Oh God. What was Dean doing to him? His mouth felt so good working that part of his body and his knees were starting to feel like jello.

When Dean laced his fingers with his, Roman opened his eyes and took a brief step back but his calves met the couch. With a small push on his hands from Dean he sat on the couch and Dean was straddling his hips, kissing him. At first he was hesistant but he started to kiss Dean back, his mind seemingly giving up the fight for control and just allowing his senses to take over.

Roman felt Dean tugging at the hem of his shirt so he broke the kiss briefly to lift his arms and pull the shirt over his head casting it aside somewhere. Dean gently pushed him onto his back, the leather on the couch almost sticking to his back. Dean started to kiss him all over his chest and body. It felt as if he had a thousand tiny nerves at that point that delivered a burning sensation everytime Dean's lips touched him.

" Dean...please" He tried to beg Dean to stop but his mind was having trouble stringing together a coherent sentence.

He felt Dean grip the waistband of his shorts pulling it down exposing the V-line at his hipbone. His hips involuntary bucked when he felt Dean's warm tongue on that sensitive area of skin. His hands grasping the back of Dean's head as he sucked and licked at his erogenous spot.

" Oh shit Dean! Please... stop it." Roman's voice went up high at the end, barely able to contain the pleasure that he was receiving.

Dean held up his head and he looked at Roman with a mischievous smirk on his face." Do you really want me to?"

Roman grabbed Dean by the biceps and pulled him up towards his face. " Fuck you." Then Roman kissed him harshly on the lips, his tongue barging his way inside Dean's mouth. This was not how he planned on things going tonight but damn his body felt like putty in Dean's hands. How could Dean make him feel like this?

Next he felt Dean getting off of him and Roman opened his eyes. Dean grabbed his hand and yanked him up leading him to the bedroom. Roman was a bit apprehensive because he had never been with another man before but somehow Dean was making it feel as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Dean closed the door and walked over to him. Dean looked at Roman for a brief moment and then pulled his pants down roughly taking his boxers along with it. His thick Samoan cock stood out proud in the faint moonlight coming in through a partially drawn window curtain.

He saw Dean looking at his cock and then he looked up at him. " You're so fucking beautiful Rome." His voice full of wonderment.

Dean suddenly shook his head as if he just came to his senses. " Ah shit. I can't believe I just called you beautiful. Let's pretend I never said that."

Roman gave a little chuckle. He was definately the same old Dean. "Okay fine."

Dean took a firm hold of Roman's jaw and brought his lips down to meet his. With his other free hand he wrapped his fingers around Roman's shaft and started to stroke it. He felt Roman murmurring against his lips so he knew that he most likely doing it right. His hand slid up to the head of Roman's manhood and he felt his fingers become slick with precum. He took a brief break from assualting Roman's full, soft lips with his to tell him to lie back on the bed. When Roman complied, Dean gave him a quick kiss on the lips before his head disappeared between Roman's thick muscular thighs.

" Oh fuck!" Roman exclaimed as he felt Dean lick the underside of his penis. When he felt Dean's warm, wet mouth cover the head of his shaft, he dug his fingers into the cotton sheets balling them up in his palms. Oh hell. Dean's mouth felt so good on his member. He felt his toes curl as Dean worked him with both his mouth and his hand. He wondered briefly how Dean's dick would taste inside his mouth. But his thoughts got derailed when Dean flicked his tongue over his sensitive underside.

" Oh shit! I'm gonna cum." Dean took his mouth off of Roman and quickly discarded his boxers and then climbed on top of him. He felt his hard cock brush against his. He used one had to continue to pump Roman's dick while he kissed him on the mouth allowing Roman to taste himself. He heard Roman groan against his lips as hot, white, thick cum shot up and landed on Dean's stomach and chest and on Roman's abs.

Brown eyes met blue as their first sexual act was over. Both wondering what the hell was going on between them and moreso how the hell did that just happen?

Dean was the first to move. " Let me go get a towel to cleanup."

Dean eased off the bed and headed into the the ajoining master bathroom. He quickly returned with two hand towels, one blue, one white. He handed the white one to Roman and used the blue one on himself. After they finished cleaning up, they just looked at each other uncertain of what the next step should be.

" Do you want to spend the night?" Dean had never thought past getting Roman in bed because he had been certain that it would never happen, yet here they were. He wasn't sure of the etiquette here but he really hoped that Roman would say yes.

Roman was a bit surprised by the offer. He honestly didn't know what to say because deep down inside he didn't know how he felt. He looked at Dean and knew that it would mean alot to him so he nodded his head.

Dean gave a wiry smile and climbed into bed next to him. Both men lay still looking up at the ceiling feeling a bit awkward at first. Dean rolled over on his side and gave Roman a kiss on the cheek. When Roman turned his head to look at him, he kissed him on the lips. They kissed softly for a few minutes before the weariness of the day started to catch up to them. Dean turned over on his side with his back resting on Roman's chest, while Roman's arm was cradling his waist. He sighed softly to himself before he drifted off to sleep.

When Dean awoke that Sunday morning, the sun was streaming in through the window and he could hear the birds outside chirping. Dean reached an arm behind him feeling for Roman but all he felt was the coolness of the sheet. Dean bolted up and looked around. Roman was not in the room. Frantically Dean got out of bed looking for any signs of him. His pants that he had left on the floor was gone. Outside in the living room his shirt was gone as well. Roman couldn't have left him just like that without saying goodbye could he? Dean ran to the front door and opened it wide not caring if his neighbour across the street saw his nude body. Roman's car was gone. Dean slammed the door shut before he slid down the wall onto the hardwood floor. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes and he didn't fight them back. Roman was gone. He didn't even say goodbye. Roman probably got up that morning and realized what a huge mistake last night was and had bolted. He didn't even wake him to tell him the truth. Roman was always the one who wanted to talk any problems out and now he had left without telling Dean what the problem was. But Dean didn't have to think too hard. Tears rolled down his cheeks as the answer came immediately to his brain. The problem was him.

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