4 Years Later
"Hey Dean, it's Seth again.. can you actually call me back one of these days? I wanna hang out with you for your birthday tonight."
Dean had just gotten up at 10 am to listen to his countless messages. All of which happened to be from Seth and a very few from Cesaro. He looked out the window of the snowy NYC streets, cars were backed up all the way down the block and not moving anytime soon. Dean looked down at his watch, he had to get to the gallery soon but it looks like he'd have to walk there. He left his room into the kitchen for something to munch on, and that's where Dean found a vanilla cupcake with pink sprinkles on the middle of the coffee table, attached was a note from Tony.
Happy birthday, beautiful. I hope we see you at your not so secret surprise party tonight. Seth has been so worried about you because you haven't answered him in three days. I brought you a cupcake, your roommate let me in. - Tony.
Dean scarfed down the cupcake then crumbled up the note and tossed it out. He looked down at his watch again… well fuck. He was definitely gonna be late for work. Dean ran back into his room, to get a clean shirt, some pants that didn't have paint stains on them and his shoes, but he had totally forgotten all about the guy that was still his bed.
Shit. Dean grumbled. Why do these guys not know how to take a hint?
"Hey… dude, wake up." Dean shook him awake and the guy rose, smiling at him comfortably. "This ain't the motel inn. Get the hell out. I gotta go to work." Dean was undeniably rude to him, tossing him his clothes so he could leave.
"You're the one who asked me how I like my eggs in the morning," The guy pouted, while putting his clothes on quickly.
"That's a saying, you know, like a pick line? So I could get you here to fuck. I don't actually want to have breakfast with you… or see you again. Now could you please get the fuck out? I really have to go." Dean placed his crisp, white, cut up tee over his abs and the guy rolled his eyes watching him.
"You artist types are such assholes." The guy said as he finished getting dressed and got up and left. Dean laughed as he left, rolling his eyes as he made up his bed. He finished up then grabbed his keys, wallet and coat then headed out the door.
The blond walked briskly down the block to the gallery, smiling at the street vendor on the corner who made his coffee every morning, and the sound of the busy NYC streets he's been accustomed to these past four years. He got to the Flair Galleria just in time and opened the door to see his boss, Charlotte, standing there with coffee in her hand and her arms crossed, eyeing him.
"You look like hell," She said, handing Dean a cup of coffee. It was jet black with two sugars, just the way he liked it. "But I'm glad you're not late."
"Late? Are you kidding, I'm finally gonna be up on the walls of the famous Flair gallery, after working here for 4 years. This is my biggest dream come true, no way am I ever going to be late to this." Dean smiled then sipped his coffee slowly, "So, did you pick one of the samples I gave you? I think I like the one of the naked guy in the middle of the park the most, it's provocative, and raw."
"Yes, about that…" Dean never liked it when Charlotte said those words, that means that plans had changed and that his art, for the 4th year in a row would be passed up for someone else. "Before you say anything, no, we're not passing you up," Dean's frown slowly formed into a smile, "It's just that the art you submitted to us wasn't… I don't want to be rude here but… it wasn't impassioned enough. There was no fire in the artwork or substance for that matter. So instead of passing you by again like my father wanted too, I went through your old artwork you submitted, and found a few that I think fit you the best. They'll be up by tonight. Is that okay?"
"I mean yeah," Dean said breathlessly, "I barely remember the first art I submitted but whatever gets me noticed is a good thing right?" Dean said excitedly.
"Yes, exactly." Charlotte patted him on the shoulder, "Now why don't you go and enjoy your day, birthday boy." Dean looked at her oddly, "Seth told me, and yes, me and Sasha will be attending your little soiree tonight too. Then it's back here for your art show, of course."
"I don't know what to say," Dean was overcome with joy, "Charlie you've helped me so much." he tried to give her a hug but Charlotte said no because she didn't want coffee stains all over her white skirt. "Thank you so much Charlie, for everything. I'll um.. see you tonight okay?"
"Okay, and Dean?" Charlotte stopped him before he left, "Please… take a shower for christ sake. You reek of whiskey and semen."
Dean laughed, "Gotcha."
Dean took Charlotte's advice, he came back home, showered, shaved then ironed his best clothes for his gallery opening tonight. For years he's been working at the Flair galleria, he started as an intern for Charlotte doing whatever she wanted, literally, from coffee runs to handling her shoe budget, then slowly he worked his way up to junior curator once he graduated. It was his dream to have his artwork put up in the Galleria and tonight that dream was going to come true. Dean was in the middle of steaming his clothes when he heard someone come in.
"Oh Birthday Boy!" Seth screamed looking for Dean. "Are you here?"
"I'm in the room!" Dean yelled back.
Seth came to see Dean completely nude while steam pressing his shirt. He placed his bag down then sat on Dean's bed, watching him. "So how did it go with Charlotte?" he asked, "Is she finally gonna make your dreams come true?"
"If you mean is she finally going to display my art at the gallery then the answer is yes," Dean placed his shirt and pants on his hanger then went to go get some underwear from his drawer. "She said it'll be up later tonight so be ready because after my surprise party you're throwing me," Seth rolled his eyes, Cesaro couldn't keep a secret to save his life, "I want you and Tony to come with me and see my art up on the walls for the first time ever in four long years."
"You already know I'm there," Seth smiled as Dean put on some tight boxer-briefs that had small cupcakes all over them. Seth had brought them for him on his birthday last year, he couldn't believe he still had them. "As far as Tony goes, are you finally going to let him… you know fuck you this year? It's been four years Dean, he's still madly in love with you."
"Seth," Dean shook his head, and grabbed some gel to curl the top of his blond hair. He let one fall down near his forehead then he smiled at his reflection in the mirror, "I told Antonio a long time ago, he can fuck me whenever he wants. The reason he won't, is because he wants more of me than I can give him."
"A relationship," Seth whispered back, looking down.
Dean didn't talk about it.
He never spoke about what happened back then with him and… Seth didn't want to say his name. He still remembered coming over late that night to check in on his best friend, finding Dean on the floor crying. He never spoke about why he was so hurt, or his name ever again. Dean pretended like he didn't exist, and created a whole new identity when they got to New York. His once, unruly, all over beatles haircut was now shaved off on both sides with all his hair resting on top, curled most days. He wore earrings, he had a big tat on the side of his abs, that was in a different language, and under no circumstances would he tell Seth what it meant.
None of that though, was worse than the sleeping around. Dean never let anyone get close to him. He was emotionally closed off, sleeping with any hot guy he could find just so that his bed was warm at night. Seth never judged Dean for wanting his former life gone, but he knew all of this was just a facade, a mask to cover up the pain he's been feeling for four years now, without… him.
"Bingo," Dean added, snapping his finger to get Seth out of his thoughts, "He wants me to love him like this is some fucking fairytale or some shit. He knows I don't do love. If he wants to fuck me tonight, then sure, we can definitely do that but anything else, he'll just be waiting forever for." Dean shrugged, while smiling softly. Seth said nothing as he crawled into bed with him, then fell back against his pillows. Dean smiled when he saw that Seth had something in hidden in his bag, wrapped up in a bow. "Is that for me?" He asked, gleaming
"Uh, yeah." Seth took it out and handed it to Dean, "I was going through my old stuff while looking for my ring David gave me that I lost.. again and I found that. I figured it would be the perfect present." Seth smiled as he watched Dean rip the wrapping paper off of it slowly. "I did get you another present… something a little better which you'll receive later on. But this one I think will mean a lot to you."
"You know, if you keep losing old David's ring he's not gonna want to marry you," Dean teased his best friend, watching Seth roll his eyes at him as he opened the present completely. The bow was pulled off and Dean thought he'd get a wonderful surprise but the smile on his face quickly faded as he looked at the gift.
Their high school yearbook.
There it was, in mint condition right in front of his blue eyes. Dean didn't dare open it yet. Actually, he didn't want to open it at all. He never wanted to relive those stupid memories ever again. "I thought we could grab some wine, and some popcorn and go through it together and laugh. I'm sure we're both all over this thing." Seth tried to open it but Dean just slammed it back closed so he couldn't. He gave Seth a look, which made his best friend slowly pull his hand away.
Seth didn't get why Dean wasn't more happy about this. Okay, that was a lie, he totally got it. But he figured that after four years maybe time had healed Dean's old wounds. Dean looked down at the yearbook then faked a smile, before placing it on his nightstand.
"Thank for the nostalgia dude," Dean told Seth, his voice and face softer now. "But I got like 2 hours of sleep last night and there's only like 5 hours left before my party so I'm just gonna put my face mask on then I'm gonna take a nap. I love the gift… I um, I really do, I just really need sleep right now. You understand right?"
Seth did understand. He understood that it had nothing to do with sleeping and everything to do with Dean's heart. Still broken, despite him not realizing it, "Uh yeah, I understand," Seth smiled at him, "I actually have to go meet David for lunch anyway. I hope you enjoy your rest, birthday boy, I'll definitely see you tonight right?"
"You will." Dean said back.
They hugged tightly, with Seth rubbing his back before he got up and left. Dean waited until he heard the front door slam so he could pick up the yearbook once again. He got comfortable, laying back against his pillows, then began flipping through the pages.
Most likely to become an artist: Dean Ambrose.
Dean touched over the picture of him drawing by himself by the oak tree softly. He smiled at himself. He had no idea he got voted most likely to do anything because he opted out of buying a yearbook when he was younger.
Most likely to own Vogue: Seth Rollins
He laughed at the picture of Seth posing in the middle of the hallway. It seemed funnier now since Seth actually worked at Vanity Fair, and not Vogue but he'd get there one day. Dean believed in him.
Cutest Couple: Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns.
It was the one page Dean was regretting seeing. He laid eyes on him kissing Roman by the lockers, the picture must of been taken of them while they weren't noticing because neither of them were looking at the camera. He had his hands in Dean's back pockets and Dean was smiling into the kiss, just two boys lost in love.
He couldn't believe he was once so in love with this... jackass. He hasn't thought about Roman in 4 years. A little white lie Dean told himself every morning before waking up. Dean shook his head then ripped the page out of the yearbook neatly, before he crumpled it up into the smallest, angriest, ball he could make then tossed it across the room.
That bastard was nothing to Dean, never was and never will be, and Dean was okay with that.
He was happy now.
He had a life now.
He didn't give two shits about Roman Reigns…
Wherever the fuck he may be in life.
Dean decided not to dwell on it. It's been four years, he was gone, out of his life and that's how he was going to stay. He put on his sleep mask, then closed his eyes trying his best to keep old memories of men… no of boys who hurt him off of his mind.
Kilos, 9pm
Dean was almost late for his own surprise party. He slept too long, and then when he woke up, he brushed his teeth and got dressed and tried to hail a cab which took another 20 minutes because of the snow. Dean was exhausted by the time he got to the restaurant, but he wouldn't let it show. He put his best face forward, his sunglasses shading his eyes as he entered. The lights in the place were out as Dean stepped in and once he did everyone yelled "SURPRISE!" with the lights turning on soon after. Dean pretended to be shocked as all of his friends from school, work and other places came over to crowd, and hug him.
"Birthday boy!" Tony was one of the last people to come over, and give Dean a much needed hug. He held Dean's face in his hands and kissed his lips in front of everyone, which did not make Dean happy.
He quickly pulled away from him so that no one would get any ideas, giving Tony a confused look before he mingled again. Dean didn't notice the sad look on Antonio's face when he pulled back, or the way he dropped his hand once he did. Everyone was coming up to Dean, telling him which present they brought him on the long table of gifts, and Dean appreciated them all, he really did but right now all he wanted was a drink.
He escaped the crowd once the music began and the drinks started to flow. Dean made it to the bar, hitting it with his palm as he tried to figure out what he wanted. Cesaro came up behind him, touching the small of Dean's back to get his attention. "He'll have a whiskey sour, actually make it two," Cesaro said, taking the liberty to order for them both. Dean turned around, pulled himself out of Tony's embrace, and looked at him oddly.
"I didn't want a whiskey sour," his tone was unfriendly, "So next time, don't order for me."
"Dean, c'mon it's your favorite drink, I thought it was what you wanted, especially on your birthday." Cesaro tried to reason with him.
"You don't know what I like. So stop trying to be my boyfriend Tony, I don't want a boyfriend okay? I don't ever want to be in love. I like sex. You wanna fuck me? Then say it and we'll go to the bathroom right now and you can have me." Cesaro's jaw set tight, giving Dean no response, "That's what I thought. I'll never fall in love, with anyone, Tony, please, get that through your thick skull." The bartender placed both of the drinks down on the counter. Dean took his, with anger rising in his blues as he began to walk away.
"You mean you'll never fall in love with me!" Cesaro yelled back. "Cause I'm not him." He forced Dean to stop, but not to turn around. He was listening, but he didn't want to hear it. Dean quickly faded into the crowd,hurrying away as he left Cesaro there all by himself.
A few minutes of hiding in the midst of other party goers, alone with his now third empty drink, Dean decided to mingle. He searched for, and found Seth and his future husband to be David, talking in the corner. Dean came up to them both, grabbing the champagne right out of Seth's hands and downing it in front of them both. David shook his head, but Seth grabbed his hand, silently telling him to keep his opinions to himself, at least for tonight.
"So, Doctor David, how are things," Dean said, smirking at Seth's fiance. "See any weird brains today? Besides your own?"
"Ah, yes, I get it, brains, because I'm a neurologist, right." David's sarcasm had Seth squeezing his hand tighter. They haven't been able to get along in two years. Seth did his best to try and get them to bond but Dean thought David was an uptight asshole and David thought Dean was an immature kid with too many complexes. Seth played mediator between them far too often. "So how's your birthday coming so far? Besides the unlimited drinks and party space we rented out that cost a ton of money just so you can be celebrated, like you are every other day… and night."
"Awe David, you're too kind. Your generosity and money knows no bounds," Dean grabbed another glass of champagne that had been floating around and began to drink it down. "Actually, Seth here," He pulled Seth from David's grasp and tossed his arm around him, "He said he had another present for me, a better one, so I went over to that long table over there just to check to see where it was. But, there was nothing there. Sethie, did you lie to me earlier?" Dean asked as he squeezed Seth's cheeks together.
"Ugh, you're drunk." Seth said back, pushing him away.
"Am not.. I'm only on my fifth. That's not drunk and don't change the subject mister… Where is my present? Or was that stupid yearbook really the only present you got me?" Dean's words were beginning to slur, and that's when Seth realized he had too much.
"Your present couldn't fit on the table, Dean." Seth said, grabbing the champagne right out of his hand. "I actually wanted to talk to you about it… before I give it to you. Come with me." He took Dean by the wrist then kissed his fiancé on the cheek before they headed towards the bathrooms. He lifted Dean up, and placed him on the marble sink, then handed him a cup of coffee. "Why are you doing this?" Seth asked him softly, "Why are you drinking heavily, and acting crazy right before your big art debut?"
"I don't know," Dean lied easily.
"Don't lie to me, Dean." Seth saw through him. "What's going on?"
"Fuck… I'm fucking scared Seth," Dean looked down into his small, black cup of coffee and he sighed. "It's my big night. The moment I've been waiting for… all my life but there's a part of me that doesn't think I deserve it. I don't even know what paintings Charlotte chose. I'm going into this completely blind for the sake of my art." Dean shook his head, "Then, Antonio is probably pissed at me because I can't love him the way he deserves. I can't love anyone." Dean looked up, his blue eyes full of tears as they looked back into hazel ones. "I'm a loser."
"You're not a loser," Seth grabbed both of his hands gently, and held them close to his heart. "You're just lost, Dean. The moment you came to New York you wanted the life you had back home erased, and it wasn't because you were bullied in high school. It's because you've spent four years running from how he made you feel. You don't want to talk about it. You never do. But you can't move on, and you'll never be happy until you face this head on. So I did something." Seth blew out a breath, "Something you might not like."
"What?" Dean looked up him, scared of what was next. "What did you do Seth?"
"Come with me." Seth helped Dean down and they left the bathroom, into the back where a room marked private was.
"What are we doing here?" Dean asked curiously.
"Something you should've done years ago." Seth touched Dean's face softly, "I'll see you at the Galleria. Try not to be late." he kissed him on his cheek, then walked away. Dean still didn't understand what was happening. Seth had him standing in front of a door, looking like an idiot. Dean ran his hands through his curly blond mane, then opened the door slowly.
"... Hi."
Four years, 7 months, a shit load of hours and minutes since he laid eyes on this man.
Four years, since the night he broke his heart. Four years since Dean has been able to connect to anyone emotionally. There he was, his black hair a little shorter, his beard thicker, his frame wider but somehow he was slimmer than high school. Dean never thought he'd see him again. He even lied to himself and pretended like that was okay with him. The shock on his face, suddenly changed to anger as Dean slammed the door behind him. There was so much space between he and Roman fucking Reigns but the tension in the air was thick.
Almost as thick as him.
"Roman," Dean didn't know why his name came out as breathlessly as it did, but he couldn't help it. He never thought he'd lay eyes on those misty grays ever again. He walked slowly towards him, hoping to god that he wasn't a mirage or a figment of his imagination because in truth he didn't want him to be. Dean stopped when he made it in front of him, and slowly, almost instinctively, he touched his chest, that familiarly broad chest that he remembered so well, just to make sure he was real. "You're really here." Dean lost his breath as he began to touch him all over, from his chest to his neck, to his face.
"I'm really here." Roman said back softly with a smile. "God, I thought you were hot in high school but goddamn, Dean. You are so fucking hot still." Dean blushed as Roman complimented him. He felt him reaching out to touch Dean, his hands moving towards Dean's slender waist like they used to so easily, but Dean just pulled away.
"I didn't say you could touch me," Dean whispered, as his fingertips glided against Roman's skin. "Remember what you said to me four years ago?" he spoke softly as gray eyes followed his every move. "How you didn't love me? Remember how you broke my heart?" Dean's finger stopped near Roman's lips, blue and gray eyes found each other, and Roman could see the anger Dean held for him.
His hands moved up the back of Dean's legs, making him breathe out nervously, heavily, as he felt Roman touch him. He stopped when he reached Dean's ass, squeezing it hard in his hands like he had any right to his body. He forced a moan out of Dean, a fucking frustrated moan that had his pink lips parting.
"Are you still mad at me?" Roman asked him softly, pulling in a hazed Dean so close that he was flush against his body. "Do you still hate me?" he said, bringing, walking, moving Dean over to the wall. He pressed him against it hard, making Dean's back hit it.
"I fucking hate you, you bastard," Dean admitted it easily, looking deep into his eyes. "I hate you with everything in me."
"Yeah?" Roman took off Dean's shirt easily, but kept him close to his body. He touch was so dangerous to Dean's emotional health, especially now as his hands moved slowly down his body, "You're still so beautiful." Roman whispered, letting Dean touch him back, softly.
"You can't have me." Dean told him as he felt Roman's lips touch his skin for the first time in four long years. The young artists' head tossed back, the feeling of those big lips tasting his collarbone was always something that he'd remember. He still thought about it when he with other guys, Roman's lips, his body flush against Dean's, the possessive way he touched him, like he was still his, like it was four years ago and they were fucking in Dean's bed. The blond, let his thoughts run wild for a second, letting Roman kiss all over his chest, before Dean stopped and pushed him away.
"You can't have me!" Dean repeated again, picking his shirt up off the floor. "I'm not that 17 year old boy anymore who was crazy in love with you, only for you to break my heart. I'm a man now, a man who knows better than to let you fuck me then hop on your plane back to Florida. I don't care what Seth thought he was doing flying you out here but you can go home, Roman. Because I don't want you. I don't think about you. I don't love you." Dean put his shirt back on then headed for the door. He tried to open it, but Roman's big tanned hand slammed it back closed.
"Dean, I know I hurt you. I honestly thought I'd never see you again. So when Seth tracked me down, and he told how you lived you life now, I knew I had to come. You don't have to sleep with me, just please give me chance to tell you why I really left." Roman stepped in closer, his shaky hands moving to wrap themselves around Dean from behind. He could hear a soft gasp release from Dean's throat as his hands moved up Dean's body. His blue eyes found gray ones, soft pants releasing from Dean's lips as they hovered next to Roman's. He did that soft bottom lip bite that Roman always loved, hands moving up to connect with Dean's on the door. "God, I miss you," Roman whispered it in his ear, making Dean whimper softly as his erection pressed into his ass.
Fuck.
How did this man still own his body this way? How was it that four years couldn't wash away the memory of his big calloused hands on him, or the way he smelled, pressed up against Dean. He thought the moment he ever saw Roman again he'd slap him right in the face, and tell him to go to hell, but all Dean wanted now, was his lips all over him, his dick inside of him and him, all day, all night… always.
His heart was telling him to give in, to kiss this man, and let Roman have him, at least one more time. Truthfully, it would be the dumb thing to do, let Roman Reigns back in his life and heart and if he was still 17, and Roman had come back then, Dean would've taken him back, no questions asked. But he wasn't 17, and he wasn't dumb.
"I'm sorry," Dean unlaced their fingers and this time he softly pushed Roman away. Enough to give him space, but still close so Dean could touch him if he wanted too. "I can't do this. I have to go." Dean said it meekly, hoping that Roman understood.
"Dean-" Roman tried to say something but Dean's blue eyes were already full of tears. He didn't want to make it worse, so he took his hand off the door, and let Dean go… for the second time in four years.
Dean couldn't even think straight as he sat in the back of the cab on his way to the Galleria. There were tears in his eyes while the fresh air, and the snowy city scape became his guide. He was so mad at Seth, to think he went behind Dean's back and flew Roman all the way here, just so he could show Dean everything he was missing. He hated that Roman looked so good, and he hated even more that he didn't actually hate him. Four years had been a long time, but the pain of him leaving never went away. Dean thought he'd see him again one random day, and he'd tell him off, curse him out, call him every name in the book but all he wanted to do was kiss him all over again.
Fucking Seth. Dean mumbled to himself. This was all his fault. Dean built a life for himself after leaving that hick town. He let all the memories of Roman, his love and him fade away once he got to New York. His hate for that man got him through college, toughened up Dean's skin with men, and made him the guy he was today. But who was he truly? He wasn't as happy as he could be, he didn't smile as much. He was living this life, but what did it really mean?
Dean paid the driver, then made sure there were no tears in his eyes as he made it inside the Galleria. It was actually packed, something Dean hasn't seen in a very long time. Charlotte and her partner Sasha Banks spotted Dean quickly, so they came over arm in arm, and greeted him at the door. "Deano!" Charlotte yelled, hugging him tightly, "You were nowhere to be found at your birthday party. Did you meet a hot guy and hook up or what?"
"Uh, something like that," Dean replied meekly, "So, it's really packed in here huh?" he smiled, trying to get a look at the artwork, "Where's my section?"
"It's back there, but Dean.. before you go I want you to know that we already sold three of your paintings." Dean's eyes lit up when he heard it, "But there's something else you should know…" Charlotte tried to tell him.
"Can you tell me later Charlie? I really just wanna go check out the art." Dean gave her and Sasha a hug before running off to his section.
"He's gonna be so pissed at you." Sasha whispered to Charlotte, giggling.
"I know, but he'll get over it once he realizes that you can't turn off a muse." Charlotte kissed Sasha, "C'mon let's go get some champagne."
Dean ran, over to the section Charlotte pointed to and when he came over, he saw that it was actually the most crowded section in the entire Galleria. He pushed through some people, even Seth and his hubby to be so he could see the art Charlotte finalized for the section. Dean thought she would go for more of his work last year, he did a lot of landscape from fire island. But what his blue eyes came upon was his art, pieces that he never showed to anyone… and there was a reason for it.
All of this art were pieces Dean painted when he first got to New York. All of it detailing the pain he felt without Roman, Dean's desperation of missing him, and intimate portraits of Roman fucking him in very uncompromising positions. Dean's blues flashed with horror as he saw the painting of Roman entering him in the sunflower field, a sold sticker labeled next to it for 3000 thousand dollars. Dean couldn't breathe as he turned away, and went to go find Charlotte. He saw her talking to someone but Dean didn't care. "Can I talk to you for a second," he kept it professional as possible, leading Charlotte away from the crowd to the back room.
"Charlie…" Dean was breathless, almost in tears, "How could you?" He asked softly, "This isn't old work, this is my private work I keep here in my private studio. Those paintings were never meant to be sold or to see the light of day. Those paintings resembled my fear, my hatred, my pain for-"
"For a man you're still very much in love with." Charlotte finished his sentence, watching shock overcome in Dean's blue eyes. "Dean you're one of the best artists I've seen come through here in awhile. But you know why I kept passing you up for our Artists to watch section year after year?" Dean shook his head no, "It's because there was absolutely no fire in anything you ever submitted. So one day I saw that you left your studio open, so yes I went through it. I wanted to see if you were painting something other than what you were giving me. I came across a whole collection of this… this man that you kept painting, sketching. All of the lines were exquisite, I could feel your rage, your lust, your love. All of it."
"That still doesn't give you the right too-"
"Dean, you're denying your muse. This man is your muse. I don't know what happened to him, or between you two but, he sold all of your paintings tonight. You just made 30 grand in one night because of him. Painting is pain, and yes sometimes you need to let it out. I get that you didn't want to share it because it might've been a bad experience for you. But Dean, he is it. Those paintings are it. You shouldn't hide them from the world because of your own fear." Charlotte patted him on the back then walked out without another word.
Dean fell back against the desk, distraught and overwhelmed by this entire day. He shook his blond head, his thoughts becoming too much. Dean grabbed his coat and left the Galleria quickly without anyone noticing.
He walked all the way home, the cold air hitting his face and hands as he made it back to his apartment. He came to his floor then opened the door, calling out for his roommate. He got no answer. Dean shrugged off his coat and placed it on his rack, then turned around only to be greeted by the same man he thought he got rid of earlier.
"Hi." Roman said softly, both of his hands were deep in his pockets to hide how nervous he was. Dean was staring at him, just a cold, blank stare that said more than it should for Roman. "Don't be scared, I'm not stalking you… Seth gave me your address, and your roommate just… let me in before he left."
"I've never been scared of you." Dean said back, before he walked right past Roman towards his room. He could hear Roman's footsteps follow him in, but Dean didn't falter. The door was closed behind him, and Dean began, to take off his shirt again, revealing his tattoo that stained the side of his abs. He unbuckled the belt on his tight skinny jeans then pulled them down, letting Roman get a glimpse of his birthday boxer briefs. He heard him blow out a harsh, sexually frustrated breath while looking at him. Dean smirked, but not where Roman could see. He was proud of himself for still having an effect on him, even after all these years.
"I was… hoping… we could talk." Roman stuttered out while watching Dean sit on his bed, and slowly take off his socks. "There's a lot you should know."
"I don't want to talk." Dean told him as he looked up into his gray eyes. "At least… not tonight."
Roman could feel his breath in his throat as he came closer to Dean. He stood in front of him, eyes downcast on a body he hasn't had in four years. Dean's blue eyes stayed on gray ones as he unbuckled Roman's belt, then roughly pulled his pants down. He knew Roman was hard, he always remembered how hard he got whenever Dean was around, but he was pleasantly surprised to see nothing changed when those boxer briefs came down his long legs.
Yum. Dean missed the sight of his gorgeous dick. He wasn't just saying that either, Roman had such a pretty, curved, pinkish tan cock that Dean rivaled with all others that he had before. He made sure Roman's eyes were still on him as Dean began stroking that thick cock slowly, his hands were rougher than four years ago, anger flowing through his fingertips as they glided up and down, squeezing a bit a foreskin, making Roman moan.
"Fuck you still have the most beautiful penis I've ever seen." Dean whispered it while he sped up his movements. Roman's head tossed back, his body almost vibrating in pleasure. Dean watched him lose eye contact which he didn't like. He grabbed at his shirt, forcing gray eyes on him again while his lips surrounded the red, pulsating head of Roman's dick and he sucked, slowly.
"My god, Dean!" Roman forgot how great he was at giving head, but it seems like four years taught him some newer tricks that Roman never had with anyone else. He was on the brink, anymore sucking from those bright pink lips he would come right then and there… but that wasn't how this night was going to end.
Roman forced Dean's lips and hands off of him, then he pushed Dean down to the bed, getting on top of him. "I forgot how good of a cocksucker you are," Roman said, looking down at Dean, who had flames in his blue eyes. The blond fought against him, but at the same time whimpered when Roman's lips touched his neck. He felt Roman let his hands go, and when he did Dean pushed him off, and switched their positions.
"I only suck cock like that when it's good cock." Dean squeezed Roman's dick, making Roman grunt out loudly. "You always were a good fuck." Dean was the one who started kissing down Roman's body now. He pushed his shirt up, and his tongue started to swirl around Roman's nipples, making him moan. Dean unknowingly let Roman's hands go and obviously that was a mistake because Roman pushed him off, then stood up to take off all of his clothes. Dean's bottom lips tugged between his teeth while watching him from the bed. He was done in a matter of seconds, then those feral grays were back on him, with an intent to have Dean anyway he wanted.
Dean tried to get away from him, but Roman grabbed him before he could. They were in the middle of the bed, with Roman holding onto Dean's body so he couldn't run. "Say you want me," Roman whispered it in his ear, kissing the shell of it while Dean whimpered against him. His boxer-briefs were pulled down as rough as Dean pulled Roman's pants down and they were tossed to the side of the bed. Roman kissed Dean's shoulder, his dick fitting snug between Dean's cheeks while he stroked Dean slowly.
Fuck.
Dean promised himself he wouldn't let Roman have him. He told himself that it would be dumb to let a man who broke his heart once upon a time inside of him. It was dumb, but it was also dumb of Dean to fall in love with his bully, and yet he did that too. He's been in love with Roman since he was 14 years old, and no matter how dumb it may be for others, for Dean, that same, stupid, crazy love never went away.
"I want you," Dean finally admitted it, his scared blue eyes looked back into gray, and as soon as he said it, he felt Roman's big lips on his own, trapping Dean in a sinfully passionate kiss.
He shuddered against him, their tongues swirled around in each other's mouths making four years seem more like four days. His hands moved up his body, then lips parted so Roman could cover his dick with the lube peeking out from under Dean's pillow. "Go easy, please. I haven't bottomed in over three years."
Roman was surprised to hear that…. pleasantly.
He nodded, softly, his eyes on Dean, holding his body close as he entered him slowly. Dean gasped as he felt every single inch go inside of him. He held on tight to Roman's arms as he thrusted once, then once more, all the while never breaking eye contact with Dean. Their hands connected on Dean's stomach, fingers lacing like they did hours prior, except this time Dean didn't want him to let go. He moaned just for him, while Roman slowly sped up inside.
Dean had fucked a lot guys in the four years since he's been with Roman, but none of them made him feel the way this man could. He felt like he was on air, but at the same time so grounded he could feel the center of the earth underneath his knees. Roman pulled out but only for a second to lay Dean down, spreading his legs, hands gripping his thighs as he entered him again. Dean's lips parted as he felt him go back inside, that slow, hard thrusts making him moan, whimper and beg for more.
His hands pushed some of Roman's soaked black hair back, then fell against his shoulders, slowly making their way down his sweaty back. His gray eyes were downright dangerous as he stared at him, letting Dean's blues drown his out while they created world peace with their bodies. He reached out and tasted Roman's skin, hearing him moan, before he kissed Dean's lips. Dean cried out against him, letting Roman once again ruin him for anyone who dared to come along after.
"I miss you so much," He heard Roman say, both of them on the same edge, the cliff of no return, that pull of orgasmic pleasure that was threatening to spill over.
"Do you want me to come in you?" It was a question Dean hasn't heard since the last time they slept together. He never let anyone fuck him without a condom, except one man, one man who was asking a question that had serious implications.
He touched his face softly, looking into those gray eyes, Dean nodded, letting Roman know that it was okay. Roman kissed his neck, then his lips as his thrusts sped up, both of them unable to stop themselves from moaning in their mouths, loud grunts, soft whimpers, and sighs as Roman kept going, until the exact moment that he came. His wet, hot seed began to fill Dean up, but his thrusts didn't stop, he kept going until Dean began to come too, yelling out his name as Roman spilled every ounce of him inside of Dean, owning that part of him, like he once owned his heart.
The slowed down, kissing each other much softer than before, eyes closed now, passion and lust taking over thoughts and words. Roman's lips left Dean's so they could kiss down his sweaty body. His abs, he licked his cum off of them, then Roman kissed over his tattoo, before kissing his hips and back up towards his lips. Dean's whole body was on fire, vibrating from the pleasure and feel of Roman all over him. He finally pulled out, then fell to the side of Dean, both men panting harshly as they looked up at the ceiling.
"Do you want me to go?" Roman asked him softly, turning his head to look at Dean who was already staring at him.
"No," Dean shook his head, quickly and rolled over so he was on top of him. "I want you stay, please?"
"You didn't even have to ask," Roman told him honestly.
They smiled at each other, their fingers lacing once more, before Dean rolled over, making himself the little spoon, feeling the man he once loved surround him, before he fell into a deep sleep.
In the morning, Dean woke up the same way he went to sleep, with Roman's arms around him. He yawned gently then turned to see Roman still sleeping soundly. Dean touched his beard softly, then leaned in just to smell that aroma he hasn't gotten to surround him in four long years. He smelled like a fresh beach, the scent of the ocean, and palm trees enveloped Dean's nostrils as he breathed him in. He couldn't believe that he was here, in his bed, and in his life.
He didn't want to sound like a broken record but, Dean was so sure this wouldn't ever happen again. He closed himself off to other men, never letting anyone get close because he never wanted to feel the same pain he felt that night Roman broke his heart. He made himself emotionally unavailable, just so that he could protect his heart from a man thousands of miles away.
Only to let his walls down as soon as he came back.
Dean sighed, his blue eyes preening as they searched Roman's face. He was still holding onto Dean despite being asleep, and Dean didn't know why but he hoped that he'd never let him go.
Fuck. What was he thinking?
This same man shattered his heart into a million pieces and left him high and dry for years. Now he was back, he gave Dean the best sex of his life and suddenly he wanted him back in his life?
No, Dean, it didn't work that way, because despite last night, the Roman he once knew was gone. This man, who slept in his bed was a stranger to Dean. He didn't know if he had a wife, or a girlfriend or a guy back home, he didn't know if he had kids, or what he was doing in the four years they weren't in contact. Dean was hazed over by the love he once had for this man. The love that burned out faster than a bare candle in four years. No matter how great last night was, Dean couldn't forgive him.
Not anymore.
Roman woke up a few minutes later, seeing Dean already there, staring at him. He smiled, and Dean could swear he held the world right in those gray eyes. "Hey," he said softly, reaching out to pull Dean in closer. The blond allowed himself to be touched, but only because his resolve was withering fast as he looked back at the man he once loved with everything in him.
"Hi," Dean said back, softly. "I was watching you sleep."
Roman laughed slightly, "That's nothing new, I used to wake up to your big blue eyes staring at me all the time."
"Yeah," Dean looked down, sighing softly, "Roman… last night was a mistake." Dean said it as he pulled away from him, and sat up on the edge of the bed. "We shouldn't of done that."
"Oh." Roman listened to him, and then followed Dean's lead, getting up to sit next to him on the side of the bed. "Dean, I… I didn't mean for us to go that far. I honestly only came to talk. But, you started to undress and I could never really resist you. I'm sorry." He apologized, touching Dean's knee gently.
"That's just the thing," Dean pushed his hand away and stood up, naked against the wall. "It isn't okay Roman, we shouldn't have done that," Dean shook his head, "I don't know what I was thinking. You hurt me. Four years ago you broke my heart and made me this… shell of myself. My art isn't the same, my life isn't the same because of YOU." he ran a frustrated hand through his short blond hair. "I don't get close to guys, did you know that? I don't let them get close to me because I don't know how to love anyone like I loved you. Are you happy about that?"
"Dean please…" Roman tried to say.
"NO. I'M NOT FINISHED." Dean screamed at him, "The worst part of all of this is, you got to take the easy way out. You got to leave, you got to live your life happily in stupid Florida while I'm STILL here, a mess because I'm abruptly broken up with. Because a boy who once loved me told me he never did. All of that stuck with me. All of that pain, and anger stuck with me." Dean started pacing back and forth, "Then Seth calls you and tells you poor ole Dean is in turmoil, and what do you do? You up and leave your… I'm assuming girlfriend or boyfriend or WIFE, just to come here and have a one night stand with me?"
"I'm not dating anyone." Roman whispered back, with his head hung low.
"Get out." Dean said, without listening to what Roman had to say.
"What?" Roman was shocked. "Dean please.."
"I said GO!" Dean eyes filled with tears as he pointed towards the door. He thought Roman was going to argue with him, start a fight or even throw something, but Roman didn't. He just put on his clothes, without looking at Dean then quickly exited like Dean wanted. It felt like four years ago, while Dean watched him leave. He didn't look back, and he didn't say anything. He just left Dean there, with tears in his eyes and old memories that just couldn't seem to fade away.
Dean was fuming as he made it to Seth's apartment later that day. He knocked frantically on his door and waited for Seth to finally open it. After five minutes it was opened only to reveal his best friend in nothing but underwear. "Dean," Seth said his name breathlessly, "I… wow… I didn't think you'd be out of bed today."
"You didn't think at all," Dean said, slamming his hand on the door, and pushing it open. He came in, and saw Dr. David Wright on the couch with a pillow covering his most intimate area. Dean literally walked in on them fucking in the middle of the day. Crazy. "Oh look, Dr. David is finally giving his stepford wife some dick."
"It's nice to see you too, Dean." David said, embarrassed.
"Shut up Dean," Seth interjected, his tone was serious as he helped David up and into their room. "You have no right breaking into my home, and no right talking to David the way you constantly do!" Seth was so angry at him. "You have no boundaries!"
"Just like you had no right to bring Roman to my birthday party. You had no right to fly him here!" Dean fired back, getting in Seth's face.
"Dean are you even fucking listening to yourself?" Seth pushed him away hard, "You've been lying to yourself for FOUR YEARS, pretending that you're okay, pretending that you weren't hurt by him but guess what? All the sex in the world isn't going to make how you feel about him go away!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Dean screamed at him.
"NO you shut up and fucking grow up Dean! You're in love with Roman! You have been ever since ninth grade and yes, he hurt you. I get it. He hurt you like Cody hurt me back then, and Randy too. We all get it, but if you took the time out and actually let him explain then maybe you'd see that unlike Cody and Randy, Roman fucking did it all for you. I'm tired of walking on eggshells around your fears. I'm tired of you pretending. If it doesn't work out with Roman then fine, it doesn't work out! But you'll never know until you grow the fuck up and talk to him. Not scream. Not yell. Talk." Seth grabbed a piece of paper from his coffee table and wrote down Roman's address on it. "Here. He moved from Florida a year ago. Now get the fuck out of my house."
Dean didn't know what to say. Seth never spoke to him this way. He went into his bedroom then slammed the door behind him leaving Dean there to think about what he said.
Later on that day.
Dean didn't have the courage to knock.
After he left Seth's an hour ago Dean took the L train into Brooklyn. He got off on Bedford Avenue and then walked until he reached his destination. He spent four years mad at Roman for breaking up with him and being angry that he was so far away. Only for him to be closer than Dean realized. A year, he's been in New York and he didn't contact Dean, a whole year he's been there living in what looked like a brownstone for god's sake. In the same state, and not once did he think about Dean until Seth called.
Dean was mad just thinking about it. He wanted to turn away, and just fucking go home but he couldn't. Even though Seth was rough with him… he was right. Dean felt something he hasn't felt in years last night with Roman, and even though he could just it ignore it and try to move on Dean didn't want too. He owed to himself to at the very least get some type of closure.
Dean walked up the steps and blew out a breath before ringing the bell. He heard a voice say that he was coming and footsteps approaching before the door was opened.
"Dean." Roman said his name softly, "Hey, um what are you doing here?"
"Seth gave me your address, I understand if you'd say no but… can we please talk?" Roman held an apprehensive look on his face, "I promise, no screaming." Dean swore to it.
"Okay, come in." Roman opened the door for him, and then walked him up the stairs. Dean got a glimpse of two people in the living room as he passed, both of them with glasses on their respective computers. Dean's curiosity got the best of him but he'd save that for later. For now, he followed Roman to the top of the stairs into a big room. It was twice of the size of Dean's room and that's saying something.
Roman sat down on the bed, and Dean sat next to him, kind of like they were just this morning. They both sat in silence, uncomfortable, thick, silence like they hadn't known each other since ninth grade. Dean rolled up the sleeves on his overly big sweatshirt and then sighed, realizing he'd have to be the one to start the conversation off.
"So.." He began.
"So…" Roman said back.
"So you live in New York huh?" Dean asked curiously.
"Yeah, I uh moved here about a year ago when my business took off." Roman swallowed softly. "All my clients were basically here so it was better for me to be closer to them."
"Clients?" Dean smiled softly at the word, "Since when do you have clients?" He asked, his voice lifting up at the end mimicking a snotty accent.
"Since I took over my dad's business." Roman smiled back at him. "We reconciled a few years ago, once he realized that I wasn't going to stop sleeping with men. He's come to terms with it now. Plus, he got sick about two years ago with this weird strain of pneumonia, so I had to step in. I do have an MBA after all, so computer analysis for a few security companies isn't all that bad." Roman scoffed lightly, and looked down.
"You gave up your dream of becoming a football player for that homophobic asshole?" Dean was shocked.
"Yeah, I guess I did." Roman didn't look at him as he said it, "Then again, I gave up a lot of things so other people could be happy." his eyes finally met Dean's as he said it. He saw those blue eyes twinkle at him, and it made Roman smile.
"Like me?" Dean asked, finally having enough courage to talk about the one thing he couldn't talk about with anyone else. "Was I right back then? Did you give me up because you were afraid of the long distance?"
"That was part of it yeah," Roman nodded, clasping his hands together, nervously. "Truthfully, I didn't ever want to let you go. You were my heart. I got out of bed everyday the happiest boy alive but there was always something in the back of my mind telling me how much I didn't deserve you. I used bully you for christ sake. I thought… why choose me when you had this great life waiting for you in New York, Cesaro was going to be there, Seth too. I just didn't see where I fit in."
"Roman.." Dean grabbed his shaking hand, and held it in his own.
"So, I was already on edge about this whole long distance thing, then my coworker, Brody… remember him? You didn't like him cause you thought he had a crush on me," Dean blushed as he nodded, "Well Brody tells me that basically it would never work as much as I wanted it too. He told me to end things with you and for two days after, I fought with myself and Brody's words, I kept myself away from you and I just tried to... think. Because I knew if I took one look into your big blue eyes, I would've stayed."
He could see the blush beginning to stain Dean's cheeks, "So I tried to stay away, then that night before coming home, I got drunk, and made my decision." Roman looked deep into his eyes, "I wanted you to hate me, I needed you to because if you didn't… we would've ended up in a messy, long distance relationship. But I just wanted you to be free. From the bullying, from Randy, from all of it, including me."
"I didn't want to be free of you," Dean said softly. "I was in love with you. You weren't the same boy who pushed me into lockers and followed Randy around. There is a such thing called change, Roman. People learn from their mistakes, they grow. You changed for the better. You were the love of my life."
Roman tried not to smile but couldn't stop it, "I thought differently. I thought I was a burden. So I hurt you, to free you. I thought you'd have a better life if you were free of ties to me. So I left, I stayed with Brody for an entire week, because I had nowhere to go but.."
Roman paused softly, his silence speaking volumes as he looked at Dean, "After three days of being kind to me, Brody told me that there was a price of staying with him for any longer, and that price was… well me." He shook his head and closed his eyes, "So I had no choice, and nowhere to go. I couldn't run back to you, and I wouldn't go home so… I got really drunk, and I... let him have me."
Roman began to cry, "It wasn't the same as when you were inside of me, it hurt, a lot. He was so rough and he kept telling me how I tasted so good and how he wanted me ever since he met me, how jealous he was of us, and how I was his now." Dean held onto him tighter, "I had no other choice than to let it happen, because there was no where else to stay, but I missed you so much I started to cry during it. He came, I didn't, then kicked me out the next day. Then I used the money my mom gave me for a plane ticket and I flew to Florida and never looked back."
"Ro…" Dean touched him gently, "I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about it when I told you to leave. I was so hurt, but I didn't mean for you to get hurt too." Dean's eyes filled with tears, he felt like it was all his fault. "Oh my god I never would've told you to go if I knew."
"It's not your fault. It's not even mine. It just happened. It took me awhile to feel like myself again, but I'm okay now." Roman looked down and shrugged, "The point is that I thought leaving was the best thing for you but I was so miserable without you in Florida. I even tried to rekindle things with Nikki but it didn't work out. Then when I moved to New York, I looked you up, saw that you were hanging out at some gay bar on Facebook live, so I took an Uber all the way over there, I didn't even unpack." Roman laughed, humorlessly, "I was gonna surprise you but I came in, saw Tony all over you and for me it was like highschool all over again. I was… not happy. But I figured he must've made you happy cause you were smiling, so I left. A few months later I started dating some guy, but it didn't last because I couldn't love him. Stupid huh?"
"You looked for me?" Dean's tears were now falling freely down his face as he looked at Roman. He saw him nod, slowly and reach up to wipe the tears out of his beautiful eyes.
"Yeah," Roman nodded, "I did."
"Roman… I.." Dean didn't know what to say.
"You don't have to say anything, Dean. I was so stupid four years ago, letting you go and I was too late last year, and now you're here, in my bed but it's still too late. I hurt you so many times and you deserve so much better than me." Roman's own tears were released from his gray eyes, as they looked back into blue. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry that I ever hurt you and I hope one day you'll come back to me. I promise, that I'll love you right, Dean. I promise I won't take you for granted."
Roman sniffled, looking back into blue eyes that were so red and puffy. He caressed his jaw softly then gave Dean small kiss, letting his lips linger for a second before pulling away. "Come on, I'll walk you out."
He got up, ready to let Dean leave his life once again but Roman's hand was pulled back. He looked back at him, confused only for Dean to stand up and bring Roman into his embrace.
"I'm not going anywhere." Dean whispered softly.
"I lied to myself for years telling myself that I could live without you but the truth is… Roman, I never could. I'm just as lost and just as lonely even in a room full of people without you.." Dean pulled back from him and lifted up his shirt so he could show Roman his tattoo. "Can you read Greek?" Dean asked Roman softly.
"I can't say I ever learned," Roman said back sniffing, "Why?"
"I got this tattoo almost four years ago, when I first got to New York. I had nothing to remember you by, except the words you said to me, a couple of weeks before we broke up. I got it in a language no one really speaks at least not those of my friends, and I made sure not to tell them what it says. Ο άνθρωπος που κατέχει την καρδιά μου," Dean read it off for Roman. "It roughly translates to, the man who owns my heart."
Roman's lips began to tremble while listening to memory of them laughing in Baron Corbin's bathroom while Dean laid it all out on the line for Roman. "I don't care how many miles there are between us. You still own my heart." Roman never realized how much Dean truly meant it until now, all the pain they both went through, the anger and turmoil, all of it was worth it for this moment.
The moment Roman pulled Dean in flush against his body and kissed him like he was trying to make up for 4 years of missing out on his kisses, his touch and his love.
He picked Dean up off his feet, making the crying boy laugh as he pressed him against the wall, smiling as their lips parted softly. "I still love you, Dean Ambrose, with my all heart."
"I still love you too, Roman Reigns, you own my heart. You've always owned my heart."
They kissed again, this time letting their lips wash away all their tears, pain, all the anger, and hurt they ever went through. The ashes of their former relationship crumbled, to rebirth something new, fresh, better, full with trust, honesty.. loyalty and love.
1 year later
"Happy anniversary, Mr. Ambrose." Roman whispered against his skin, making his boyfriend giggle as he kissed all the way down his body. Dean brought his sweaty head back up and slowly pressed his lips to Roman's, in a soft but passionate kiss.
"Happy anniversary baby," Dean said back, smiling at him. "Do you wanna go get breakfast before we head out to meet up with Seth for best man duties?"
"Mm yes, pancakes," Roman's wet lips smacked against Dean's once more, "Chocolate chip pancakes."
"Ooh, now you're speaking my language." Dean ran his hands through his boyfriend's black hair, smiling as the ring on his finger almost got caught in it. They both laughed as Dean untangled it from his finger then settled his hands around Roman's neck.
"Your ring always gets caught in my hair," Roman laughed, "Maybe I should've proposed with a necklace instead?"
"Shut up," Dean smiled against him, "I love my ring, just as much as I love you.. fiance." He kissed him again this time much slower and softer than earlier when they were fucking in the middle of their bed, doggy style, while their dog scratched on the door to be let in. "Ro, we gotta stop," Dean warned, but he didn't stop kissing him. "Seth is expecting us by 2 and mox still needs to be walked... fuck." Dean's eyes closed as their kisses got deeper, and his fiance hands began to misbehave.
"I love you too," was the only thing Roman said back against his lips, ignoring Dean's warnings about their schedule for today, "Mmm, I can't wait for those lips to be the only ones I get to kiss until I'm old and gray."
"You won't have to wait much longer." Dean said back, his smile now forever permanent as he was held by the ass, by the man he loved so much.
"You're right, you're mine forever in... two more months, but for now, let's get up and get some pancakes."
Roman finally got up, picking Dean up along with him from a sitting position and he smiled at him. Dean held on, blue and gray eyes surrounding each other like it was the first time they met, in the halls of Bayside high school in ninth grade.
Dean was kissed all the way towards the shower, smiling against Roman's lips, as the man he loved since he was very young carried him. There was whispers of love, giggles and the soft pang of happiness Dean always felt when he was with him.
Even though he was never one to believe that fairytales existed, because of Roman, the boy who once used to be bullied for three years of high school finally...
Got his happy ending.
A/N: Never fear loves I am a true sucker for a happy ending. Although sadly Nikki, Randy, and Cody didn't fit into the ending, let's hope all three of them found fictional love and happiness too.
Bully was and is a complete work of fiction, I hate that I have to say this but you won't believe how many reviews I deleted asking me why Dean and Seth were falling for Randy/Roman. From the beginning I said that it was something that came to mind late at night, a flip of a script if you will and it was never meant to be taken literally as a "omg he's falling for his bully" real life type of stuff. It's a love story, a coming out story and a story about shining through no matter how dim the light in your existence may be.
Thank you to the people especially who not only read but reviewed every chapter. I know that's so hard to do sometimes, so I want you to understand I love and appreciate you. You all mean a lot to me.
Thanks also to any other ambreigns writer who read this. There's so much hate we get and I truly believe that we're all queens in our own way. You guys are awesome.
I already have another story in the works besides politically incorrect. You guys might hate it though. LOL.
May you all find the Dean to your Roman and thanks for reading. -Melle