Seth was the first to speak after the long period of silence. "So, should we go back to the hotel or continue the fun?" He turned around towards Dean and Roman, waiting for their answers.
Dean suddenly raised his head. "Actually, I heard there was a rave going on later here. Maybe we can eat first and then come back? Because I'm starving like hell."
Roman shook his head, already used to Dean eating like a damn horse. They gathered their stuff and bags, rushing off the beach since the sand began to become uncomfortable on their skin and Seth wouldn't stop yammering about his hair. They reached their hotel after 25 minutes of walking.
"Let me change my clothes before we go," Seth said, his body disappearing into the bathroom. "Don't take too long! I want some McDonalds, dammit." Dean shouted, the last part mumbled to his self. He started to pace around the room, knowing that Seth was going to take forever with his hair. He was actually surprised to see that he only took 10 minutes, which was definitely a big improvement from the other times he does his routine.
"I'm ready to go now. Rome, can you get my phone off the charger for me, please?"
"Sure."
He hopped off the bed and grabbed the iPhone off the plug. He walked over to Seth and gave him his phone, receiving a kiss in return. "Thank you, babe. Get up, Dean! It's time to eat." After hearing that, Dean rose from the bed and ran over to the door, quickly unlocking. "Come on, slowpokes! It's eating time!
After leaving the hotel, Dean led the way to McDonald's, asking the couple over and over what they were going to order and what they're gonna share. Finally arriving, Roman stepped onto the line which was thankfully short considering it was nighttime. He got an order of 20 nugget, 3 large fries and 3 Coke's. He decided to be a gentleman and paid for the food. He also received a phone number from the cashier, which Seth definitely didn't appreciate.
"Hey, lady! This is my man! Speak to him again and I will jump over that counter and-"
"We don't even live here, Seth! Just sit down and eat ya damn chicken nuggets." Roman says, plopping down on the plastic chair next to Dean. He slurps from his drink and shovels a few fries in his mouth.
After they finish most of their meals, the boys begin to get up and throw the remainder of the food in the garbage can. Seth walks out first and begins down the street to the beach.
"So, is this rave gonna be full of alcohol and drugs or is it just gonna be grinding all over each other?" Seth asks Dean, who was walking next to him.
"I would expect both scenarios since it is Spring Break but as long as you don't accept drinks from strangers, you should be good," Dean says, lounging his arm around Seth's shoulders. "Besides, you got Romeo over here to protect you."
Roman looks up from his phone. "Shut up, Dean."
They finally arrive at the rave, the music already blasting loudly from the speakers and the teenagers already have drinks in their hands. Roman holds his hand out for Seth to take, leading him through the already inebriated party goers.
Dean left them a couple of minutes ago after he ran into his middle school friends, telling the couple he would be fine without them.
"Wanna dance?," Seth suggests, his hips moving to the beat of 'Work' already.
"Fine." Roman stands up from the lounge chair, walking towards the giant group of people dancing. He finds Seth waiting for him in the middle, his hands trying to grope him the minute he gets close enough to him.
Seth suddenly drops low, his behind placed directly on Roman's crotch. "Jesus, Seth. Can you at least warn a guy before you do shit like that? I don't need to get a damn stiffy in front of all these people."
"Come on, Ro. You know you love it. In fact, look what I have on."Roman was confused by the statement. He knew Seth still had on the booty shorts from earlier. He later realized that Seth must have put on something under because he began to unbutton the shorts.
"Holy shit!" Roman's eyes were practically bulging out of his sockets at Seth's attire. He was sporting the tiniest pair of trunks he'd ever seen. Of course, they were gold.
"Like em? I bought them especially for you, babe. Maybe if Dean catches some tail tonight, we can have a little fun when we go back upstairs." Seth says, his tongue licking his bottom lip.
"Don't tempt me, Seth," Roman growls, his hands smacking Seth's ass, causing him to jump into Roman's hands. They began to dance again. eventually grabbing the attention of the others who were dancing.
"Damn, baby. You got a nice ass on you." Someone shouts from the crowd. "Wouldn't mind fucking that all night." Another person says.
Roman begins to shout. "If I hear one more comment about my boyfriend's ass, I'm gonna be whooping someone's ass tonight instead." He says to the crowd. The gathering begins to disperse after the threat, leaving only half of the crowd left.
Seth links his arms around Roman's shoulders. "Thank you, baby. But please, don't beat anyone's ass tonight. I wanna enjoy myself."
"Ok, but only because I love you, Seth."
"I love you too, Roman."
