Ten

"Paul Heyman!" Dean announced in a rush at Cedar Hills Hospital with Roman close behind. "I need to see him!"

"Calm down, Sir," the receptionist replied. "He's-"

"Dean!" Corey called out to him across the hall. "Follow me!"

Dean and Roman ran after Corey who brought them to the elevator. The rhythm guitarist pressed the sixth floor button. "What happened, Core?" Dean pressed. "He was fine last night!"

Corey cleared his throat. "He had a little accident."

"What kind of accident?"

"The kind where he broke his prepuce."

It took a while for Corey's words to sink into the blue eyed rock star. The fact that Paul injured himself during sex made him smile a little.

"Who did he injure himself with?" Roman wanted to know.

Corey's face turned red. "Brock."

"Brock?" Dean repeated. "Our Brock?"

"The very same."

They reached the sixth floor where Corey led them to a single bedded room in a private ward called John Hopkins Ward.

Paul was lying on the bed, fiddling on his cellphone. His face lit up when he saw Dean walk in.

"I'll leave you two alone," Roman said softly to Dean, squeezing his hand. "I'll be outside."

Corey and him left the room.

"Must have been a really wild one," Dean chuckled to his manager. "And with our bodyguard no less."

Paul did not look embarrassed. "I used a little bit more force than I should. That's all.

"So what did they do?"

"Surgery to prevent it from happening again. Apparently I have to abstain from sex for a while."

Dean winced. "That's gotta be hard."

"I'll manage." He smiled at him warmly. "I see you and your Samoan hunk are together."

"We are."

"And have you worked things out?"

"We've yet to talk. But I'd like to think we'll be okay."

"You will. I know you will."

Dean couldn't help himself. "When did Brock and you…?"

"Believe it or not, only recently."

"Yeah I'm not sure how I feel about our manager dating our bodyguard."

"It's all rock and roll," Paul justified simply.

"Fuck… no. Just no."

Roman and him had make up sex later that night. Dean felt himself being taken deep and rough which turned him on to a feverish pitch.

He came hard, spilling in between their bellies.

His boyfriend then dropped kisses near the vicinity of his mouth with tenderness after his own orgasm. "I love you," Roman said softly.

"I love you to the moon and back," Dean declared.

"That far?"

"Yeah."

"Let me get us something to clean ourselves with."

While Roman left to get a wet cloth, Dean sat up and rubbed his eyes. His boyfriend had looked preoccupied when they left the hospital and even now. "Babe, you okay?" he asked when Roman handed him a red cloth.

"My brother is coming to town," Roman admitted. "I… uh… was wondering if he could stay with us."

"How long will he be in town for?"

"A day or two."

That wasn't long. "Sure," he agreed. After all, he wanted Roman to be happy.

"Really? I mean I thought you'd be against it because we just came out of a huge argument-"

"I want you to be happy, Roman. Plus it'd be nice to meet a member of your family. Unlike your folks." Dean shuddered, remembering how his encounter with Roman's parents was the first and last time they were here; they did not take too well with Dean mostly because he was not a Polynesian.

His boyfriend laughed and kissed him. "Don't worry. Rosey's harmless."

"Well. I look forward to meeting him. When's he coming by?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!"

Roman squirmed. "I was too nervous asking because we just made up briefly-"

"It's fine, babe. We have guest rooms. He can just sleep in one of them."

"You'll like Rosey," Roman declared happily. "He's a huge teddy bear."

"Hmmm… like you?"

"I am not a teddy bear."

"You're right; you're my teddy bear," Dean whispered before claiming his boyfriend's lips. He then trailed kisses down the Samoan man's neck. Maybe they should go for a second round.

"Dean? How did Paul ended up dating Brock?" Roman asked softly.

Dean stopped kissing him. "That's a mood killer."

"I'm just wondering."

"I'm not sure, Roman nor do I want to know."

"I mean Paul injured himself-"

"Roman!"

"What? It's true."

The scruffy singer groaned. "That's something I could have avoided discussing."

"You know it'll be all your band mates talk about tomorrow."

"Fuck me."

And Roman kissed him. "Gladly."

Roman's brother, Rosey was to Dean a humanoid teddy bear. He looked like the sort of man who gave out free hugs and snuggles. While Roman was of a toned muscular built, Rosey was of a big built.

He had grabbed Roman in a huge bear hug at their front door the next morning. "Roman! I missed you!"

A warm smile spread on his boyfriend's face. "I missed you too! Come in!"

Dean shook Rosey's hand. "Nice to meet you," he greeted. "I'm-"

"Roman's boyfriend!" Rosey said.

"Actually, it's Dean but yeah I'm Roman's boyfriend."

"My brother talks about you all the time to me. You're a rock star, aren't you?"

"Used to be." Still missing it badly, he added silently.

"But you gave it up for him. I mean, that's true love right there."

Roman had just brought in his brother's luggage and his grey eyes met Dean's blue ones. For him, Dean reminded himself. You did it for him.

"So what do you have planned?" he asked the older man.

Rosey shrugged. "Nothing much. I just came to see Roman really."

"How about bringing him to Asylum?' Roman proposed.

No, Dean thought with dread. If Roman couldn't fit in there, Rosey would most likely face the same thing too. "Uhh… maybe something lighthearted. How about a karaoke bar? There's one next to Asylum and it's quite good."

"Okay," Rosey said. "I'm all knackered out though. Do you mind if I take a nap?"

"Not at all," Roman replied. "You go ahead and rest. We have a long night ahead."

When Rosey was out of sight, Roman looked at him with anticipation. "Well? Was I right?"

"He's a nice guy," Dean replied. "I'm glad you have someone in your family who's on your side."

"Yeah. Babe? You miss being out there, don't you?" Roman shook his head. "Say the word and I'll follow you on tour."

"No, Roman. We've been over this before. It's not your scene. So drop this topic, please."

"Okay. I just hope you remember that I care about you too and I guess I can try to adapt…"

"No. You remember how it went down at Asylum, don't you? How it went down during our tour as well. I don't want you losing yourself trying to make me happy. Trust me. Things like that can happen."

"But it can't always be about me, Dean. It should be about you too."

"And it is with Asylum. Don't worry so much, Roman. I'll be fine."

Roman served Rosey a plate of steak sandwich and Coke for lunch later that day when he woke up. He was excited to finally see his brother after years. They had always been close as kids; Rosey always stood up for him.

All the bullies were afraid of him.

"I bet you're wondering why I'm really here, huh?" Rosey asked.

"Honestly?" Roman replied as he sipped his glass of lemonade. "Yeah. Your call came out of nowhere."

"Dad's ill."

That was unexpected. His father had looked fine when they last saw each other. "What do you mean by ill?"

"I mean he's got months left. He had been hiding his cancer from us all."

"Cancer?!" Roman repeated. "What?"

"Dad has stomach cancer, Roman. He's refused chemotherapy. He's just eating those herbal junk that Uncle Afa buys him."

"When you say months-"

"Three months."

His heart sank. His father and him hadn't exactly parted on good terms. But how could he refuse to go visit him after hearing about this? "I had no idea."

"I guess he didn't want you to know."

"But now that I do, you know I have to go back and see him."

"I know. I was kind of hoping you would."

He ran a hand through his black mane. Life was starting to become a huge mess. He'd have to let Dean know and Randy too as well. He'd have to call his boss after this.

Something else he'd have to do and that was to make amends with his father.

Something he didn't think he'd have to do this soon.

"I'm sorry to hear that, babe," Dean said as he held Roman's right hand in his hand while they sat on their bed. "You know I'll support you anyway I can."

The auburn haired man had just woken up from his afternoon nap when his worried looking boyfriend had sat down beside him and poured his heart out.

"I know," Roman replied. "I just feel so bad. I had no idea-"

"And that's your answer right there; you had no idea, Roman. But now that you do, you can still do what you can to iron things out between the both of you."

"I'm having reservations about that, Dean. I mean he had this huge prejudice against you because you weren't of our race."

"Maybe he's changed. You won't know until you go there and see." Dean planted a kiss to his cheek. "Go. I'll be fine."

"Dean, I'll be away for a month."

A month? That was too long. But then again, the man's father had months left. "I'll be fine," he insisted.

"So I can go?"

"Of course. Roman, you don't need my permission to do things. I insist you go and visit him. Make amends with your father. You need this."

"Gosh, Dean… how did I get so lucky with you?"

"I think I should be asking you that." He patted Roman's lap. "Now come on. We have a karaoke session to attend!"

Is this love that I'm feeling,
Is this the love, that I've been searching for
Is this love or am I dreaming,
This must be love,
'Cos it's really got a hold on me,
A hold on me...

Roman watched with amusement as Dean passionately sang into the microphone to adoring members of the audience who were bopping their heads and swaying to the music.

Trust Dean to turn this to a mini concert.

The Karaoke Room was a dimly lit establishment with pictures of old rock legends and faux leather chairs.

The place was filled up tonight, with no sight of an empty seat. Roman wondered if people had found out that Dean was there.

Rosey was enjoying himself, drinking his second bottle of Miller Lite.

"Thank you," Dean boomed on the microphone. "Thank you. My boyfriend will be flying off tomorrow and we won't be seeing each other for a month. So I dedicate this song to him."

Before Roman could comprehend anything, music started to play.

Oh thinkin' about all our younger years
There was only you and me
We were young and wild and free
Now nothin' can take you away from me
We've been down that road before
But that's over now
You keep me comin' back for more

Baby, you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in heaven

Dean blew his nose and Roman cocked his head with a smile. Who knew that his boyfriend was such a sap?

"I managed to book us a flight at ten in the morning tomorrow," Rosey informed him as he locked his phone.

So soon? Roman wouldn't have enough time to say his goodbyes to Dean. He knew he'd miss him terribly and he wanted to kiss every inch of him to commit him to memory.

"Can you book us one in the afternoon?" he asked.

"They're all fully booked."

He would have to settle for a fast goodbye. Maybe try to Facetime every day… He hoped this trip would work out. His father could hold a grudge and who knew how long he'd hold this particular one?

Rosey decided to place more orders at the bar. "I'll be back."

Roman nodded absentmindedly.

A moment later, Dean returned to their table. "Hi."

"Hi," the Samoan man beamed. "Who knew you were such a sap, tearing up there?"

"What? No. Those were my allergies acting up."

"You're not allergic to anything."

"Dust got into my eye."

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll miss you too."

His boyfriend pulled him closer for a kiss. "I'll be counting the days." He cleared his throat. "You know a month is a long time. Remember when you gave me a pass when I was on tour-"

He wanted a pass this whole month? Roman didn't know what to think. It was only for thirty days. Couldn't he masturbate instead? Then again, Dean was a very physical person. "Sure," he agreed reluctantly. "Just no relationship on the side."

Dean blinked. "Wait… what? No. Roman, I meant I wanted to extend the same courtesy to you. You're going to experience lots of emotions and sex is a great outlet."

The hell… "I'm pretty sure I'd be too busy dealing with my dad to care about sex."

"Still the offer is there for you on the table."

"Dean, sex isn't everything to some of us."

"Oh?"

Roman found himself gripping onto the back of Dean's head in a cubicle stall, while being given head by the scruffy man five minutes later.

He watched his boyfriend's head bopping, making him giddy with lust. "Fuck, Dean. Just like that… Suck me harder, babe."

He tried desperately to control himself but it was too much for him and he soon released himself into Dean's mouth.

His boyfriend swallowed every last bit before melding their lips together. Roman could taste himself. He was struggling to collect his thoughts as Dean's lips travelled to his throat before lifting up his grey t-shirt.

"D-Dean," he panted as his boyfriend peppered kisses on his chest. "Let's do this at home."

Dean grinned. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Nothing like the comfort of your own bed."

"Well, can't argue with that."

He had a hard time saying goodbye to Roman at the airport the next morning. Legs wrapped around the Samoan man's waist, he kept planting kisses all over his face.

That was all they had been doing since they woke up in between packing Roman's luggage and showering and dressing up.

Rosey had already gone in first, giving the two their privacy.

"Dean…" Roman managed. "I have to go."

He jumped on his feet. "I'll miss you, Roman."

"I'll miss you too. I'll be back before you know it."

They kissed tenderly before his boyfriend broke the kiss. "See you," Dean softly said. "Don't forget what I told you. Also I placed some cash for you in your wallet."

"You didn't have to."

"But I wanted to. Take care, babe."

Roman kissed him quickly. "You too."

They were still staring at one another, fingers laced through. Neither wanted to move.

"I have to go," the grey eyed man said.

"I know."

Heads pressed against one another's, Roman whispered, "I love you, Dean." A soft kiss and he was halfway walking away.

The blue eyed man watched his boyfriend disappear from view after clearance from checkpoint officers.

With a heavy heart, he returned to his car. It was going to be hard without his Samoan.

Who could he hug and snuggle with late at night? Who could be his voice of reason? You're being selfish, he scolded himself.

His boyfriend needed this.

Stepping into their bedroom, he felt overwhelmed when he lied down and hugged Roman's pillow; it smelt of coconuts.

Day one of thirty: he already missed Roman.

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