Chapter 4 – Who is Dean Ambrose?

Roman stood in front of his closet for a long time lost in thought. What had he done? Had he really taken a homeless man home and offered him a job? Had he really lay out his sexual preferences just like that to test the waters? Was he attracted to a hobo? He pushed a hand through his black mane. He had been taught since childhood to be tolerant, to give second chances and not to judge a book by its cover. Hence why he had even offered the guy a job. But was he really attracted to the guy? He looked rough and gruff and...so manly he supposed. Damn.

Roman grabbed a pair of jeans that were too small for him and an old t-shirt. Socks and he found a box with brand new boxer briefs and took one out which was ironically labelled Friday. When had he bought boxer briefs with weekdays on them? He put on a fresh pair every morning he didn't need a reminder. Oh right. Tony had gotten them for him as a joke. Well it was Tuesday but what the hell.

He walked back inside the bathroom and was so lost in his musings that he didn't hear that the shower was still on. He stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes involuntarily stopped on Dean's naked back. His ass was well defined and firm, the muscles on his back worked while his hands scrubbed...oh thank good. They worked on his hair. Roman wouldn't have known what he would have done if Dean had...

"Place the stuff on the toilet, will you?"

Roman was caught off guard again. Dean had obviously heard him open the door and turned his head around. Forcing himself further into the bathroom Roman placed the clothes on the closed toilet seat.

"There was no need to name me, you know?" Dean asked smirking while continuing to soap his head and Roman stared at him dumbfounded.

"Friday? Like in Robinson Crusoe? I have a name. A really nice one. Rolls easy off the tongue." Dean pushed his tongue out a little and licked water drops from his lips while Roman blushed. That made the short haired guy laugh really hard.

"I was playing with you Roman. Gosh you are flustered easily huh? What if I turn around and you can stare at my front as well?"

"The underwear is brand-new." Roman pressed out and fled the room under Dean's laughter.

Once he had closed the door Dean moved his hands lower again where he had been stroking himself before Roman had walked in on him. He had pushed his soapy hands in his hair to hide the fact that he was jerking off in Romans shower and he had embarrassed his new boss and landlord to hide his own embarrassment. But somewhere in between washing his hair for the fifth time and soaping his body with Romans shower gel he had really caught the scent of that stuff and remembered that Roman really did smell like it and that he was gay and that had lead from one thing to the other.

Now he closed his eyes again and pictured the flustered Roman from seconds ago in his mind and his hand started to work even faster on his hard member until he came hard biting his lip to keep from moaning.

After washing away every evidence of what had happened in the shower Dean stepped out and toweled himself off. He stepped into the boxer shorts and searched for that spare razor. He found it and put it to use after slicking his hair back.

Twenty minutes later he stepped out of the bathroom shaven, in clean clothes, smelling so fresh like he hadn't done in weeks and feeling like a new man.

Roman looked up from the couch where he had skimmed through a cooking magazine.

"Tada." Dean spread his arms and did a 360 like he was modelling for Roman.

Roman just stared. If the guy had been hot in a weird way before now, shaven, his hair slicked back, he was handsome.

"Wow. What a little soap and a razor can do, huh?"

At the word soap Dean blushed and hid it by waving Roman off: " Your compliment makes me blush."

Roman chuckled. Dean was a weird guy but he liked him. He was fun to be around and not always as uptight as Antonio had been in the last months of their relationship.

"Okay, we have two hours to buy you some clothes before we have to be at the restaurant. I know this shop in town they are great..."

"Can't we go to Walmart? They have everything there, even a hair dresser. Two birds with one stone. I really don't want to be a bother Roman. Some jeans and a couple of shirts and I am good to go. You will have me wash dishes or something in the back anyways, right?"

"I thought more of a cook...you know food. And I found this."

Roman gave him the cooking magazine he had been thumping through and Dean grabbed it and studied it.

Young Ohian gets chance to study cuisine in France.

Underneath was a picture of a very young Dean.

"That thing is 10 years old. I was 18. Why do you even have magazines that old?" his mood had changed and he sounded pissed.

"I collect them. I have a photographic memory and your name rang a bell. I envy everyone who gets the chance to go to France. I have a list of names in my head who to watch out for. Yours was on it."

"Yeah well, that was a lifetime ago and see what happened. Listen I appreciate the shower and the clothes. I will give them back tomorrow. Leave them on the steps. Whatever. I think I need to leave."

He wanted to grab his backpack but Roman grabbed his arm and Deans blue eyes sparkled in anger.

"Let me go." he growled.

"No Dean. You know food. You were that good! Sure life kicked you in the ass but I am willing to give you a chance to get back on your feet. A helping hand. Please accept it. I will tell no one about your past hell I don't think many will remember. Please Dean. I seriously need help at the restaurant. I need a sous chef. I want a Michelin star. And you know what you are doing. Come on. Let's help each other out."

Roman hadn't let go of Dean's forearm only now he let it drop.

Dean pressed his lips together. 10 years ago he had this bright future ahead of him. The world was open to him and he could have gone everywhere. Only six month into his internship his mother became sick and the money meant for his tuition was put into chemotherapies for her that didn't help in the end. Two years later she died from breast cancer. And Dean who had always wanted to be a chef was stuck at being a kitchen help in countless restaurants until the banking crisis had hit him hard and he had to sell the house his mother had left him to pay off the debts she had left behind and the rest of the payments for the house. After so many restaurants had to close as well he first was without a job and a year later he lived on the streets. That was two years ago. He felt ashamed from once being that young cook with the world to take over to being a homeless guy. He preferred no one knew about his sad story. But Roman, he knew and yet he wanted to help him. And not only because he was a good guy but because he needed his help. It would not only be a good deed employing Dean but he could really help out this guy who lived his, Deans dream, of an own restaurant. It was a bit bitter but maybe it was the stepping stone he needed. Sous chef was not too bad. He would never get his own star. He was too old to go back to school but he could help Roman fulfill that dream.

"A hell, why not. But I don't want your pity. I want a contract, I want fair pay, and I will pay for the clothes you get me today with the first paycheck." Dean grumbled still looking grumpy but Roman smiled.

"Great. Put on your shoes and lets raid Walmart."

A/N:

Thank you so much for the reviews! They all made me smile for many reasons. Some of them I will address by the end of this story.

So as you noticed, you were right again with your guesses. Dean was kind of a cook prodigy. He got the chance to go to France but had to give up that career. Seems like Roman found a real gem there.

Hopefully shopping will be fun for the two males…!