A/N: to the people who have reviewed and love this thank you. You guys are awesome. Best friends! *Paige voice*
"Woot! Let's go saints!" Dolph screamed at the tv. They were at a college bar together watching the game. Dean felt bad for neglecting Dolph by spending so much time with Roman so today belonged to him and Dolph, and the blonde couldn't be happier.
Dolph watched the game with tons of intensity, while Dean nursed his beer sadly. For the life of him he couldn't get Roman off his mind, which made boys night even worse because he couldn't focus on anything but that night at the lake.
Roman had rejected him and it made Dean start second guessing himself. Never in his life has he felt so.. defeated. He was a football star, head quarterback. He lost big games before and bounced back quick. What he couldn't handle was feeling unwanted by someone he really needed- no craved.
Dolph noticed Dean's mood and he ended up poking him softly. "Hey, you okay man? You haven't finished your beer, or talked to any girl and we've been here for an hour. That's not like the titty master Dean Ambrose that i know. Tell me what's going on with you?"
Dean just shrugged and sipped on his beer. "Let's just say i've come to some terrible realizations." That was Dean's way of saying "I like this guy, but he doesn't like me back." Of course Dolph couldn't read the signs. He just thought Dean was bummed by their team losing or something.
"What realizations is this?" Dolph asked him curiously. "Just that i read the signs wrong a lot. I'm okay dude i promise. It's whatever. " Dean drunk down the rest of his beer like it was water, then finished off the rest of the pitcher. Dolph never seen his friend so depressed. He had to do something about it.
"Want to get out of here?" Dolph asked, and Dean nodded. He didn't want to be there anymore. He just wanted to go to sleep and not dream about Roman for once and not feel this heartache. Dolph helped him up then walked out with his best friend.
Dean wasn't okay, Dolph realized this, but until Dean was willing to tell him the truth, he was going to help him the only way he knew how.
"Blue forty two. Hut!" Dean yelled out the call as he ran down the field with the ball. They were practicing plays and it was going pretty well, until one of his teammates who happened to not like him, rammed into him hard, causing Dean to fall down harshly. The game stopped and everyone ran over to see if Dean was okay.
"What the fuck!" Dean gets up, getting into Antonio's face. He was the guy who knocked him down. "You ran into ME you fucking idiot!" Antonio said. He spoke five languages, but he had a thick swiss accent. Dean pushed him hard, then took off his helmet. Antonio did the same, only this time he clocked Dean in the eye, causing the blue eyed footballer to fall back.
Dean held his face for a second then got up angrily and threw down his helmet. He started attacking Antonio, giving him a few punches back. The two men were brawling on the field, punches being thrown wildly before Coach Hunter Hemsley broke it up.
The coach told Dean to take a walk while they tried to help Antonio up. Dean flipped Antonio off, and everyone in sight, then left angrily.
Roman was walking towards his office to get his stuff and leave for today. He stopped when he noticed Dean sitting on the floor near his office door, with a black eye no less. Roman sighed. Yes, they have been avoiding each other since the lake, but it looked like Dean was waiting there for a long time. Roman guessed that he had to get something off of his chest.
"Dean. Hey. I'm on my way home." Roman said and Dean gets up, nodding. "I don't feel like going back to my dorm." Is all Dean said back.
"How did you get that black eye?" Roman asked, trying not to sound too worried. But Dean managed to stay silent. Roman unlocked the door, grabbed his bag then closed the door back. He walked towards his car and Dean followed silently.
Roman took out his keys, giving the brunette the signal that he was leaving. "I'm going home now..." Roman hinted, opening his car door. "I know." Dean said quick and soft. Almost sadly.
"Do- did you want to come with me?" Roman asked him, even though he didn't think it was wise. It was too late to go back now though. He had already asked the question. Dean just nods, looking down. Roman mouths an okay and then him and Dean get in his car.
"Seth isn't there, he's in California at a photoshoot. So if you want you can stay my house tonight." Dean nodded, looking out the window still saying nothing. Roman however was starting to get angry. Why was he so mute all of a sudden?
They pulled up into Roman's driveway and got out of the car. Dean came inside of Roman's house. It was really big, had a staircase and a pretty huge kitchen. Dean was in awe, he could easily see that Roman was living very comfortably.
"You can sleep in the guest room. And since you don't want to talk to me i guess i'll just say goodnight now." Roman turned to walk away but Dean's voice stopped him.
"I got into a fight with my teammate." Dean said then shrugged, flopping on Roman's couch. Roman stops in his tracks, he turns around and goes to sit on the couch with Dean. "What did you say to him?" Roman wondered, pulling Dean up to look at his eye. Dean lets himself be pulled up by Roman, who ends up touching Dean's face to examine him.
"I didn't say anything to him. He tackled me when it wasn't even a part of the play. Idiot." Dean let Roman examine the eye for a second before he held onto Roman's forearms. They both gave each other looks filled with a certain tension that could only be described as lust and a bit of rage. Roman pulled away slowly, caressing Dean's face with his thumb only for a second, before moving back, away from the tempting young collegian.
"That looks terrible, Dean. He got you good." Dean laughed and nodded. "Well duh. It was a fight, not a cotton candy eating contest." Roman laughed at that. "Wise ass." He said sticking his tongue out at Dean.
"You're really cute when you call me names." Dean blushed as he said it, looking down at his fingernails. Roman didn't like him, he realized that but it didn't hurt to flirt a bit. Besides he knew Roman liked it when he gave him compliments.
"I gotta admit, you with a black eye is something pretty cute as well. Very sexy actually." Roman replied, forgetting for a small moment about everything that was wrong between them.
"Hey, Roman can i ask you a question?" Dean asked, in a quiet voice. Roman nodded, silently telling him that he could continue.
"Do... i scare you? That's why you pulled away in the lake right? Because i scare you?" The way Dean said it, so innocently, yet full of so much emotion. It almost broke Roman's heart. "Yes." Roman answered honestly. "I'm scared, Dean." Roman admitted. "You scare me because... i can't quite figure you out. I can't figure out why I'm attracted to you. I'm so fucking attracted to you that i sometimes don't know how i control myself when you're around me. But there's so-"
Dean cut him off, "I get it. Obstacles." Dean nodded, he understood that. Roman was attracted to him, he wanted him just as badly as Dean wanted him back. But there were so many things in their way. "I'm scared too." the boy admitted as well. Dean twisted his lips to the side and fiddled with his fingernails.
"How about we table this conversation for another time. Come on, let's get you to bed." Roman pats Dean's leg and leads him upstairs.
He opened the guest room and told Dean that was where he was staying. "Have a good night, Dean." Roman smiled, closing the door. Dean saw the bed and immediately he jumped on the big king sized mattress and laid back, getting comfortable. It was nothing like his dorm bed. He found himself slowly drifting off to sleep.
At about 2 am, Dean woke up still in his clothes. Roman must've came back in when he fell asleep because there were clothes in the corner for him to put on. He got up and quickly changed his clothes. His stomach grumbled, he was hungry.
Dean went downstairs in the night clothes Roman gave him, he found the fridge and saw that some things were labeled "Roman" while others were labeled "Seth." He shrugged and purposely opened a container filled with food that was marked with Seth's name on it.
As he made his way back upstairs he passed Roman's room. He could barely hear through the door but it sounded like Roman was arguing with someone. "No I'm tired of this Seth. Everytime i think about coming back you hurt me. You continuously hurt me. If you want to see other people that's fine, just don't do it in our home... yeah i know you're sorry. Sorry seems to be your middle name these days. I gotta go. Bye." Dean could hear Roman'voice crack. He was crying.
To this day, Dean didn't know what really happened between them. He never asked. But it seemed like it was a back and forth thing between Roman and Seth. Roman would let Seth back in and Seth would hurt him all over again. Dean didn't know Seth personally but he hated him.
Dean didn't bother to knock. He just came in. Roman was facing the wall, sniffling and Dean hated that sound coming from him. He said fuck it and walked over to the bed, getting in with Roman. Roman felt Dean's presence but he didn't move. He was emotionally and physically numb.
"Shh, hey everything is going to be okay." Dean wrapped his arm around the gray eyed man's waist, spooning Roman. He didn't know if it was the smart thing to do until Roman started to hold onto the arm that was around his waist. "Do you want me to go?" Dean asked softly. "If i'm pushing a boundary..."
"No please, just stay with me?" Roman pleaded to the young boy.
So Dean stayed with him, and the two men ended up falling asleep, cuddling in Roman's bed.