Chapter 9

" Oh you look nice." His mom was propped up against the back of the couch with a knowing grin on her face. " Are you two going on a date?" She failed poorly at trying to keep the delight out of her voice.

Dean wanted to roll his eyes but he couldn't. His mom's approval was quelling the nervousness that he was feeling. " It's ..." he couldn't bring himself to say those words out loud. " We're just going to get something eat."

" Uh huh." His mom's blue eyes sparkled. She was not easily dissuaded. " By yourselves?"

" Yeah." Dean's hand was on the front door knob ready to turn. Roman was in his car in front of his house waiting on him.

" So you two are going out to eat by yourselves on a Saturday night?"

" Yes." He answered a bit sharp but he just wanted to get the night started and he was certain that his mom would tease him some more about it in the morning.

" Sounds like a date to me." A huge grin on her face. She pulled back the curtain from the window next to the door slightly and peered out. " Nice car. Guess you like them with money."

" Mom! I don't like Roman because of his money. I like him because -" Dean stopped when he saw the triumphant smirk on her face with her arms crossed in front of her chest in satisfaction. " You tricked me."

" I knew that you liked him." She patted Dean's shoulder as she walked away. " I just wanted you to admit it."

Dean finally managed to open the door. Put one in the score column for his mom.


" Hi." Dean greeted Roman as he slid into the car. As he fastened his seatbelt he glanced over at him. " You look nice."

Roman smiled as he started the car. He had his hair down and it brushed his shoulders. It held a slight wave and it was glossy as if he had spent time styling it to get it right. Now Dean didn't feel too bad about using his mom's conditioner when he washed his hair. It didn't hurt to look nice especially when the person that you were going out with made the same effort as well. " Thanks. So do you."

" So where are we going?" Dean asked after they had been driving for about ten minutes.

" I was thinking that we could go to this pizzeria downtown. They let you customize it anyway you want." He glanced over at Dean and then back at the road. " Since you know, you never did get to the order that pizza when I came over."

" Um yeah." Dean turned his face towards the window in hopes that Roman would see the bright red flush on his face. It was dark out and hopefully he was keeping his eyes on the road.

It still felt a bit strange going out on a date with a guy but strangely he felt more excited for this date than any that he had been on before. Maybe it was that he liked Roman more than he had liked those girls.

" We're here."

Dean looked around to see that Roman had pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant. It had the lights flashing the colours of the Italian flag in red, green and white. It looked to be the size of a typical McDonalds and he wondered what the food tasted like. As soon as he opened the car door the scent of freshly baked pizza hit him and he inhaled deeply.

" It smells good." He remarked as Roman fell into step next to him.

" Trust me," He held the door of the restaurant open and ushered Dean ahead of him. " It tastes as good as it smells."

A friendly middle aged hostess greeted them and led them to a nice booth by the window. They were in a quiet part of town where cars drove idly by. She handed them two huge menus and left them to decide what they wanted. When Dean opened the menu his brain swam at all of the options available. He had no idea that he could put all of these things on a pizza. He looked around the restaurant and notice a large brick oven behind the counter where the pizzaiolo was placing a large pizza into the oven on a wide wooden paddle. His attention went back to the menu. He had a difficult task ahead of him.


" Dean that sounds disgusting."

" No it doesn't."

It was the third time that the waitress had come to take their order. Roman was shooting down everything that he suggested.

" Dean, in what universe does sirloin steak, anchovies, red peppers and bananas belong together on the same pizza?"

" If they didn't belong together, they wouldn't have put it on the menu." Dean shot back. " Besides what you want is just a boring Hawaiian pizza."

" At least mine is edible." Roman retorted.

" Can I suggest something?" The waitress interrupted. Dean would bet dollars to donuts that she was tired of hearing them squibble. " Why don't you," she pointed at Roman, " get what you want on half of the pizza and then he gets what he wants on the other half?"

Roman cocked his eyebrow at Dean. " Sounds fair to me. How about you?"

Dean shrugged. " Sounds good." He looked up at the waitress. " Can I get Swiss cheese on my side?"

" Sure." She replied cheerfully as she scribbled down the order. " Your order will be ready in ten minutes." She told them before returning to the counter.

Dean could hardly wait. He knew that his side of the pizza was going to be awesome.


Okay maybe it wasn't as awesome as he had imagined it to be. The anchovies were too salty and didn't mesh well with the beef. The bananas had carmelized on the pie and were simply too sweet and didn't taste good with the cheese on top of it.

He ate the first slice with gusto even adding in unnecessary sound and visual effects of him licking his fingers and smacking his lips. Roman's only response was to look amused as he ate his non offensive slice of pizza.

However Dean couldn't bear to eat a second slice of it. He picked off the anchovies and bananas and placed them on a napkin.

Roman smirked. " I take it that it didn't quite work out?"

" Shut up." Dean pouted as he placed a charred banana slice on the napkin. The slice was finally edible. The steak, red peppers and cheese weren't bad together. He should've kept it simple.

Roman just smiled victouriously as he bit into his pepperoni and pineapple laden slice.


The cheque had come and Roman had paid and refused to even hear about Dean chipping in. However Dean was currently sitting in the booth very much annoyed. The source of his frustration was the cellphone that Roman held in hands that he was furiously typing away on.

It took another full minute before Roman looked up and acknowledged him. He immediately noticed the scowl on Dean's face. " What's the matter?"

" Who were you texting? It seemed awfully important." The sarcasm dripping from Dean's voice.

Roman knew that his next words were going to land him trouble but it didn't make any sense lying to him about it. " Seth."

" I see." Dean slid out of the booth and made a beeline for the exit. Roman jogged after him.

Dean made it to the bottom of the steps and on to the sidewalk before Roman grabbed his arm.

" There's nothing going on." He tried to explain. He could read the distrust and misgivings on Dean's face clearly.

" I didn't say there was." Dean huffed as he pulled his arm out of Roman's grip and headed to the parking lot.

" But you don't believe me." Roman said woefully.

Dean stopped next to the car. " I thought that we were out on a date or whatever we were calling it but you ignored me for nearly ten minutes for someone who wasn't even there."

" I'm sorry." Roman apologized. " It's just that Seth wanted to know what I was doing and I hadn't told him about going out with you so I told him and then he started asking more questions and -" Roman stopped speaking when he realized by Dean's expression that he wasn't making it any better. " Yeah I was stupid. I should've ignored the text until I got home."

He stepped as close as possible to Dean. The closeness made Dean swallow hard as he was never completely at ease under Roman's direct gaze. Something about it unnerved him as if Roman could see straight through him. See all of his thoughts, secrets and the not so pleasant parts that he had rather keep hidden.

He was clenching and unclenching his fists now. His nerves getting the better of him. So he pushed his hands deep into his pockets.

Roman's hip bumping against his own caught his attention. Quickly followed by the arm around his back holding him close.

He looked at Roman shocked as he leaned in. " But Ro, we're in ..." Dean never got to finish his sentence as Roman's lips sealed firmly over his own. Nice soft, warm lips moving against his own and despite his better judgement to resist this kiss in case of curious onlookers, he found himself embracing Roman and returning the kiss with just as much fervour.


Seth frowned as he placed his phone down on the bedside table. Roman was out on a date with Dean. To make matters worse they would probably be making out as well. It wasn't fair. It was him who had gotten Roman comfortable with embracing all aspects of his sexuality. It was him who Roman had desired at first but resisted taking it any further because of their friendship. If there was anyone who deserved Roman's kisses, it was him not Dean Ambrose.

" Hey." Randy crawled across the bed to him and affectionately placed his hand on Seth's waist. " What are you thinking about that's making you look so pissed off?"

" Nothing really." Seth turned towards him. " Just school." He leaned in and kissed Randy on his bare shoulder. " Wanna take my mind off it?" He had been handling Randy all wrong. Randy was the type of guy that liked to feel that he was being useful. When Seth used to push him away before it made Randy upset because he felt that Seth no longer needed him. However when he had kissed Randy by the pool, he realized that all Randy wanted was to feel needed. To think that Seth appreciated him. He could do that. He could give Randy what he needed and he would be able to get things past him because he wouldn't be on alert like before.

Randy smiled and gently rolled Seth on to his back before climbing on top of him. His blue eyes shining as he leaned in to kiss him. " I can."

Seth wrapped his arms around Randy's shoulders and pulled him down. " Well what are you waiting for?" He teased him by brushing his lips against Randy's as he spoke. Seth sighed contentedly as Randy kissed him.


His t-shirt was pushed up to his armpits while Roman's hands were all over his body. His own hands were underneath Roman's shirt as well feeling the hot, warm skin smooth underneath his fingertips. They were parked in some alley a few blocks away from the restaurant. Not the safest place but they were two horny teenagers and safety was one of the things furthest from their minds.

Dean was slouched down in the backseat. One leg stretched out on the seat and one foot planted on the floor. Roman was on top of him. They were in a deep liplock with their hips grinding slowly against each other. Every time the hardness of Roman's erection brushed against his own, Dean pressed his hips up hard against it. It just felt so fucking good. He didn't know if it meant that he wanted Roman to fuck him or if he just wanted to touch his dick but whatever it was turned him on beyond belief.

" I want..." Dean panted out as he rubbed his clothed dick against Roman's. " I want..." He didn't know what he was trying to say. He was nearly delirious from how turned on he was. He fisted the front of Roman t-shirt. His teeth scraping Roman's lips as he kissed him harshly. He needed more of something. But he didn't know what that something was.

" What do you want?" Roman asked between the intense kissing. His lips a very bruised red colour. He lifted Dean's leg that was on the floor and placed it over his hip as he thrusted his hips into Dean. His partner moaned and grabbed his shirt tightly. Roman did it again.

Roman dropped his head into the crook of Dean's neck kissing it as he thrusted against Dean and listened to him moan. " Fuck." He hadn't intended to take it this far but the way how Dean was moaning with a longing desperateness. The way how he gripped him tightly as if he was afraid to lose him. His hand slid down Dean's thigh and cupped his ass. His movements turned into a steady rhythm. He was in all intents and purposes fucking Dean. Only their clothes preventing the actual penetration.

" I'm going to cum." Dean sounded as he was barely holding back. The friction between them was heavy. Feeling Roman's hard cock repeatedly pressing against his intimate area like that while his hand gripped his ass was too much.

" Me too." He was actually a bit releaved to hear Dean say that. At least he wasn't going to be the only one going home with sticky underwear tonight.

Dean came first with a loud " Fuck!" His fingers digging through the material of Roman's shirt to imprint on his skin. He could feel his cum trickling down his thigh. It was disgusting but he got distracted by Roman shouting expletives into his ear and then the stillness of his hips. At least he wouldn't be the only one in an uncomfortable and sticky situation.

Roman sat up and Dean did as well. They were both breathing pretty hard. That the was first time that they had made each other come. It had been exhilarating to say the least. He hadn't seriously thought about letting Roman fuck him but it was now at the forefront of his mind.

It was only when he felt Roman's finger stroking the back of his hand that he looked down and noticed that Roman had been holding his hand the entire time.


Monday morning was never welcomed in Dean's book but at least it meant that he would be able to see Roman at lunch. With that thought he made his way to his locker to get his books for his second period class. As he approached his locker he noticed Seth standing further down the hallway at the watercooler glaring at him. So Dean glared back. He couldn't figure out what the heck Rollins problem was with him. Was it because of Roman? If Seth had liked Roman, surely he had more than enough opportunity to get with him but he hadn't so why was he so bothered with him? Or maybe Seth thought that he was simply not good enough for his friend? Whatever it was he tried to not let it get to him as he easily entered the combination to his locker.

That was strange. Dean tugged the locker door but it didn't budge. He carefully re-entered the combination again. He gave it a hard yank. It budged a little but not enough. Barely enough space to slip a piece of paper through. Well just his fucking luck. His locker had never stuck on him before and it was pretty new. He placed his bookbag on the ground so he could use both hands to pull it open. But it was jammed tight and it wouldn't budge. He glanced around. Seth was no longer there and the hallways were starting to clear. He was going to be late for his next class if he didn't get this locker door opened.

He tugged hard with all of his might. The bell for the start of the next period had rung. He was officially late. He was starting to sweat as he pulled at the locker. Just as he was about to give up and go look for the school's custodian to help him the locker door swung open, nearly hitting him in the face. He missed the tiny metal clip that dropped on the floor as he hurridly swapped his books taking those for his next two periods incase it decided to stick again. He slammed the door shut and sprinted down the empty hallway to class.

" You're ten minutes late Mr. Ambrose." Mr. Archer his Math teacher said without even looking up from what he was writing on the blackboard.

" Sorry Sir." Dean apologized as he tried to make his way to his seat with everyone else in class staring at him.

" Late again and it's detention." Mr. Archer turned around and stared at him over the frame of his glasses.

Dean nodded. That stupid locker. He wonder what he did to deserve such a stroke of bad luck.


A/N: Well first date, a makeout to rememeber and a curiously difficult locker. Any thoughts?

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