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Cal's notes:

CheekyClaudine: We're trying to rotate as we can, AJPunk and Evelyn are the main pairings of this fic so most of the focus will be on them, but we're trying. Thanks.

BrightAsNight: Only time will tell. I'm not giving anything up, and he does ruin their moments a lot doesn't he? Oh trust me it's so hard to not have Jeff make Phil "earn" that job! My OTP… *Sighs*

AJPunkIsMyOTP: Thanks! We'll see! I hope you stick around!

Always Straightedge and proud: We'll see.

shiki94: Of course I do. :D Of course he got the job; Jeff wants to stare at dat ass all day ;) But seriously, yes hot topic is awesome! Knowing Jack's track record, I don't blame you. Yeah she had a reason but still… could've been handled better. Kaitlyn is P2, so… Lol she's also AJ, I'm Punk. We'll see. Thank you!

Rhiannamator: *Shrugs* You don't have to if you don't want to… It's always nice to see your name pop up with a review though. Kaitlyn/Eve: Yes they are. And on Kelly, yeah… she's far from through with Eve, because Kelly is just a bitch like that. Shield: Thank you for understanding what we were trying to do. Kane/Bryan: Thank you, that's do-able. Sheamus/Randy: We'll go more into that and explain it in the next couple chapters. Cross my heart. Cena/Adam: Got nothing to say to this. You'll see. You'll understand. *Nods* Cut John a break. AJ/Punk: Agreed but we actually have a plan for them, somewhat. Thanks for the review.

DivasChampXAj: No… we're still here. AJ started it.

takers dark lover: We'll see. Exactly.

Phil was shivering uncontrollably, his body shaking badly as he pressed his back against a tree hoping to find some sort of 'shelter' from the cold brutal wind. He whimpered softly, hugging his body close, sure that he'd be sick or frozen to death by morning. He curled up as small as he could get himself, trying to keep all of his body heat that he had left.

Phil whimpered; his teeth chattering as he tucked his head in his shirt, shivering and trying anything that could keep him somewhat warm, all of those attempts failing to work.

"Fuck," AJ hissed, running over to him and falling her knees. "Get this on." She threw his hoodie into his lap and began to rub his cheeks with her palms.

"W-Wh-What a-are you d-doing h-her-here?" he asked stumbling over his words as he shivered, leaning against her even as he fought to put distance between them. Her touch, her body heat was too much to resist for his trembling and badly shaking form. He was shaking so badly he couldn't even put his hoodie on.

She grabbed his arms, sliding them through the sleeves herself. "Looking for you of course," she told him. "What else would I be doing here?"

"Wh-why?" he shivered as he forced himself to push away from her even though he needed the body heat. "Y-You barely fought for me to st-stay…" He whispered feeling his tears freeze to his cheeks.

"Because I thought you wanted to leave," she whispered back. "I didn't want you to be forced to stay."

"A-Any other time…. Y-you would've ordered me to stay… you would've yanked me upstairs… this time you just watched me go." He whispered back as he forced himself to stand up, shaky on his feet. "I-I'm fine… you can run on back to your game night." He mumbled as he fell back on the bench, trying to get comfortable.

AJ sat beside him. "Phil, I was wrong." she said gently. "It wasn't right. We're not ready for that type of relationship. Not now. Please come home, get warm."

"What?" He asked softly, trembling as he hugged himself tightly, turning to look over at her. "What do you mean?"

"We're not ready for a Dom/sub relationship," she spoke. "We're not ready."

"I-I know…" Phil whispered softly, looking away from her as he continued. "Where do we go from here?"

April reached out and took his hand, stroking it gently. "How about we try just a normal relationship?" she suggested.

Phil nodded. "I can handle that. The question is, can you handle not trying to… take control of everything?"

"I can try," April promised. "And if I slip, you need to remind me."

Phil bit his bottom lip. "My dad wants me to come back home."

"What do you want to do?" April asked.

"I honestly don't know… I mean if I can get my Dad back… It might be worth it… I just I don't know… I think maybe he could've been… lying to me… I don't want to believe that he'd sink that low but…" Phil trailed off with a sigh.

April stood and tugged Phil to his feet, slowly starting to walk home. She tucked himself against his side.

"Baby, you need to make a decision," she said gently. "If you did decide to go back to him, remember that you always have a home with me."

Phil nodded looking grim as he pushed April into an alley way. "I-I'm… my body is healing after so long… I just don't want to be back at square one… you know?" He whispered as he took her hands into his, gently pressing them to his still slightly sore midsection.

"I know baby," she whispered. "But I don't know what to tell you."

Phil nodded as he released her hands, rubbing his tired eyes. "I'm thinking that… I'll wait it out. Make him sweat, and then give him a chance. Think your parents will mind if I leave some of my stuff there… you know… just in case?" He asked softly.

"They won't," she promised. She cupped his cheek and stroked it, smiling softly at him. "Ready to come home?"

Phil bit his bottom lip, leaning down and kissing her gently. "I'll miss you holding me… It'll suck trying to get any decent sleep…" He sighed pressing his forehead against hers.

"You can always call me, we can talk until we fall asleep," she assured him. "See if that helps."

Phil shook his head. "It won't. You were right next to me, and I couldn't sleep when you got mad at me and gave me the cold shoulder, remember?" He asked quietly shaking his head. "It doesn't matter. Let's get out of here." He whispered, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they continued walking home.

"We'll figure something out," April soothed, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Phil shook his head mumbling "It's fine. Been there before… I'm still here. I know I'll pass out eventually, I'm not worried… about sleep anyway…"

"Whatever happens, I'll be here," she told him. "Whatever you need."

Phil nodded mumbling "Thank you. I think when this is all over… I'll need you more than ever… Don't take that lightly. I never… I'm not… I don't give in so easily, or ask for help… or admit when I need it…" He replied with a sigh, leaning against her.

"I'm here," she promised. "Don't worry."

"Thank you." He whispered as he stopped in front of her house, leaning over to peck her lips quickly.

"Come on in," she whispered against his lips. "Sit with me while they play."

"Those are you're your friends' babe, not mine." He whispered back as he opened the gate. "I'd rather mope upstairs alone, mulling over my... future than sit in there with people who honestly don't like me."

"Baby, they just don't know you," she protested. "You need to let them get to know you."

"That's your excuse for them jumping all over me for leaving without knowing why I left?" He asked as he tilted his head.

"They were trying to be good friends to me," she insisted. "They don't not like you."

"Who are you talking to? I know when I'm not welcome. I know when people don't like me. That's no excuse." He replied softly as he crossed his arms.

April waved her hand.

"Details," she said softly. "Do you wanna try and sleep instead?"

"Don't bullshit me." He replied as he shook his head. "Pfft! Like that'll happen." He scoffed.

"Are you sure baby?" she asked. "I can lie with you if you want."

Phil shook his head. "Honestly… I think I'm just fine." He mumbled.

"Don't be ridiculous," she scolded. "I may not be your mistress anymore, but I am your girlfriend." She grabbed his wrist and dragged him through the house, waving to her friends before she dragged him upstairs.

"Should we uh… help?" Roman asked quietly facing Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn shook her head.

"She's got it under control," she assured the jock. "She wouldn't hurt him unreasonably." Seth nodded in agreement, glancing up the stairs after April.

"Oh okay then…" He replied looking highly uncomfortable until Seth scooted closer, taking his larger hand in his small one, squeezing it reassuringly. He glanced at Dean, noting that even he looked slightly put off about what they just saw but Seth seemed like it was almost… normal.

"They have a strange relationship," Seth explained quietly. "April wears the pants."

"She drags him around when he won't listen," Kaitlyn added, silently starting to wonder about whether AJ had claimed him as her sub. "It's normal, and she would never hurt him seriously."

"I don't know about that. He looked like he was in pain." Bryan whispered softly as he leaned back against the couch. He glanced over at Adam silently. They weren't the only two without their crushes, Eve had decided not to come, Kane got weirded out and no one had heard from or seen John at all since the night before at the hospital. Sheamus had preferred to see Randy rather than attend their game night for the first time and stated that no, John was not with him.

"I agree. You sure he's okay?" Roman asked softly as he glanced at Seth who was snuggled into his side.

"Can you hear screaming?" Kaitlyn asked patiently. "If he wasn't ok, there would be more noise coming from up there." Seth nodded and smiled reassuringly up at Roman.

"He'll be fine," he assured the other boy.

Roman shrugged and wrapped an arm around Seth. "If you say so babe." He whispered quietly as he glanced over to Kaitlyn who was setting up the game consoles. "I'm going to lose. I'm not a big gamer." He admitted quietly.

Bryan flushed as he glanced over at the jock and whispered "Oh I'm sure Seth could uh… teach you how to work the joy stick."

Roman blushed as he cleared his throat, coughing as he choked on the drink he just took.

Kaitlyn burst out laughing, staring at Bryan. "Where did you learn something like that?" she cackled, watching him get uncomfortable.

Bryan flushed as he quietly replied "Team locker room."

Kaitlyn chuckled, and patted Bryan's shoulder. "You have to get out of there before they corrupt you completely," she teased. Bryan flushed and adjusted his glasses. "Glen wouldn't let that happen." He mumbled.

"It's ok, I can teach you," Seth assured him, shifting over on the couch so that Dean could sit on his other side. He wriggled a little, but decided he liked the feeling of being slightly squished between the two boys.

Roman smirked as he looked at Seth's face, resting a hand on his thigh gently, trying to keep it clean and respectful, trying to be a gentleman, but also trying to show Seth that he was still into him and that he wasn't just after Dean. "Can you? I'd love to learn. What are we playing?" He asked softly.

Dean mirrored Romans action, and smiled at Seth. "Me too," he added.

"I don't know what we're playing, guys?" Seth asked, looking at his friends.

Bryan smiled as he held up Devil May Cry 4. "It's an RPG, and it's kind of complex but once you figure everything out, it's awesome." He replied grinning as he passes it to Kaitlyn. "Glen," Kaitlyn chuckled as she put the game in the console. Bryan flushed, shooting a glare at her back. Kaitlyn grinned and took a seat on the floor, checking her phone to see if Eve had texted her.

"Sounds good." Roman rumbled quietly as he grabbed the controller and passed it to Seth with a softy smile playing on his lips. "Here you go captain."

Seth shot a grin back at Roman and set to explaining the controls to the two boys on either side of him.

Roman blinked in confusion as he simply watched Seth play. He looked… cute? He had this look of concentration on his face, his little pink tongue stinking out of the corner of his mouth as he battled some three headed dog shooting ice at him.

"You want a go?" Seth asked, looking from side to side at the two boys. Dean motioned to Roman, telling him that he could go first.

Roman shook his head mumbling "I'd much rather watch you play babe."

Dean shrugged and held his hands out for the controller. Seth handed it over before dissolving into laughter as he attempted to help Dean with the controls.

"That's exactly what I didn't want it." Roman laughed as he watched Dean sneer and hand it off to Adam who had gone quiet.

Seth nudged Adam with his toe. "John will be fine," he assured the blonde. "Don't worry." Adam ignored him and focused on the game, staring intently at the scream.

Roman sent John a quick text. 'Where u at?' John was usually fast at replying but his message went unanswered.

Adam passed the controller off to Bryan, tucking his knees under his chin silently. He was worried about John, especially since he seemed to have dropped off the grid.

Roman sighed as he glanced over at Dean mouthing 'Text Sheamus'.

Dean tugged his phone out of his pants, sending a quick message off to Sheamus. 'John with you?'

Roman wrapped an arm around Seth seeing that his little nerd was visibly upset over Adam's worrying about Cena. "We're trying." He murmured softly into Seth's hair, kissing his cheek affectionately, sighing quietly.

"I know," Seth breathed, draping his legs over Dean's lap and leaning into Roman's embrace.

Roman tightened his hold on the slim male, tucking his chin over Seth's head as he silently watched Bryan play the game, taking turns with Kaitlyn, as they tried to get Adam to join in.

Seth watched as Adam refused to get involved, watching as Dean checked his phone and shook his head.

"He's got no idea," he mouthed, Seth letting out a soft sigh despite himself.

Roman sighed softly mumbling "Give him space."

"He could at least give him something," Seth whispered back.

Roman snorted softly mumbling "You obviously haven't met John's father… John's dealing with allot."

"You've met him?" Adam asked suddenly, swinging his head around to look at Roman.

Roman scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah a hand full of times… Fucking hate that guy… He's a real dick to John…" He muttered as he shook his head with a sneer.

"How so?" Adam asked, staring straight at Roman.

"It's not really my place…" Roman mumbled softly as he hugged Seth tighter.

"John won't say anything about him," Adam pleaded. "Please."

Roman snorted. "I can see why… guy's no prize. Bullied the hell out of John when he was younger, telling him that if he ever 'turned faggot' like that brother of his, he'd be gone too… all kinds of shit." He replied quietly.

"Fuck..." Adam whispered softly. Seth turned his chin up and kissed Roman's chin, trying to comfort the other boy a little.

Roman sighed as he replied "Yeah… Randy and John used to hug allot when they were younger, best friends and all, John's dad grabbed John wrist, I believe John was 11 or 12, twisted it and told him to 'cut that faggot shit out', ever notice John doesn't really hug any guys… only girls? That's why." Roman explained as he leaned down and kissed Seth's lips.

"Bastard," Adam cursed lowly. Seth stroked his boyfriend's thigh with a soft touch, leaning over to claim Dean's lips so he wouldn't feel left out.

Roman nodded and mumbled "Change your perspective of John any?" as he raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Adam admitted.

Roman nodded. "Good. Don't get pissy and dramatic when he pulls away. He's heard that voice for 16 years telling him what you're forcing on him in a sense is wrong. For you to push the issue only pushes him further away." He explained quietly feeling Seth jab him in the side as he ignored it.

Adam nodded. "Yeah...I guess I'm starting to understand that," he said softly.

Roman nodded again. "John's self-esteem though one would think would be… up there… it's not. That's his father's fault though." He muttered as he watched Bryan and Kaitlyn playing.

"I wanna hit him," Adam muttered quietly.

"You're not the only one…" Roman muttered, smiling as he felt Seth kissing his neck shyly.

Adam tugged his cell out, sending a quick 'I'm sorry' to John, before he placed it on the floor next to him.

"He hasn't replied to mine or Stephan's texts. He probably won't reply to yours either" Roman mumbled quietly as he turned his attention to Bryan and Kaitlyn playing the game, complaining as they died.

"I know," Adam said softly. "I just wanted him to know." Seth nudged Roman gently, silently telling him to drop the situation.

Roman shrugged as he tightened his hold on Seth, simply watching Kaitlyn and Bryan debate over what game they should play next.

Seth leant back into Roman's hold and shifted his foot, having already kicked his shoes off as he came through the door, and rubbed his toes over the bulge in Dean's jeans. Dean bit his lip to stifle his moan as he felt himself getting hard, glancing over at Roman to see if he'd noticed.

Roman snickered softly. 'And we thought Seth was the innocent one out of the three of us… heh.' He thought to himself, smirking over at Dean who looked really uncomfortable.

Seth adjusted himself so that he could reach Roman's cock with his hand, squeezing it gently as he continued to rub Dean's with his foot. Dean let out a groan, before flushing as Kaitlyn jerked her head around to look at him.

Roman cleared his throat, trying his best to look 'normal' as Kaitlyn and Bryan went back to the games, still trying to include Adam in the fun. "Behave… Don't make me take you out of here." He warned lowly.

Seth smirked and groped Roman firmly, not letting up on either boy.

"You know that if you fuck on that couch, April will kill you," Kaitlyn told them, staring at the TV.

Roman flushed, glaring at Seth. "Not here" He told him quietly.

Seth huffed and shifted off the couch, moving to sit next to Adam.

"Kaitlyn, stop cockblocking him," Adam snorted, Seth patting his knee sympathetically.

Roman sighed in relief, immediately flushing when he saw the effect Seth had on him. He quickly adjusted himself in his jeans, seeing Dean doing the same. 'That little nerd will surely be the death of us…' he thought to himself.

Seth smirked as he noticed them adjusting themselves. He had been worried whether or not they were attracted to him, and he was glad they were proving that they were.

Roman sighed as he watched Seth finally talk Adam into playing some Mortal Kombat game Kaitlyn had dug out, the two battling each other. "You owned him baby." He told Seth as he beat Adam.

"Get your head in the game Copeland," Seth said, elbowing the blonde next to him and ignoring Roman. "You rock at this game." Adam smirked slightly and started a new game, beginning to beat Seth into the ground.

Roman sat there silently watching the two boys have fun, smiling lightly.

Seth cursed at Adam, trying in vain to come back from his defeat.

"He is pretty good," Dean commented, grinning at Seth.

"Shut up," Seth hissed, concentrating on the game.

"You did tell him to get his head in the game didn't you? He's kicking your ass…" Roman snickered.

"If you ever want to get in this ass, shut up," Seth snapped.

Roman flushed as Kaitlyn, Bryan and Adam snickered at him, deciding to shut up.

Dean grinned and stretched out, draping his feet into Roman's lap.

Roman sneered and pushed them off. "Want broken legs Ambrose?"

"Don't be nasty," Seth sighed, glancing over his shoulder.

Roman rolled his eyes and leaned back against the couch. "He started it."

"And I'm finishing it," Seth said. "That's enough."

Roman rolled his eyes, letting it go as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You should be nicer to each other without sex," Seth preached, Dean snickering.

Roman shook his head. "it's him…" He muttered.

"He said stop it," Dean retorted. Roman ignored Dean, focusing on the game instead.

Seth rose and kissed Dean, straddling his hips and rubbing his cheeks. Dean smiled at him and let the brunette boy do what he liked.

"I thought this was game night…" Bryan pouted.

"Next week, it's no partners invited," Kaitlyn promised, glaring at Seth until he took up the controller again.

"You'd be doing the same if Eve was here." Bryan mumbled with a pout.

"And you wanna do the same with Glen," Kaitlyn teased him. "Why not just tell him that?"

Bryan flushed "That's not true" He exclaimed blushing.

"You so do!" Adam exclaimed, noting the blush. "You wanna make out with him, and let him fuck you."

"What's wrong with you guys? Don't embarrass the poor boy." Roman spoke softly as Bryan gave him a grateful smile.

"It's our job as his friends," Kaitlyn retorted, glaring at Roman. "Let me give you a hint. Just because Seth likes you doesn't give you the right to think there's anything wrong with us."

Roman sneered "Hey shut it blondie… I simply asked you not to embarrass the poor boy, he gets that enough at school." He replied quietly.

"Yeah, cause you help so much," she snapped.

"Kaitlyn, sit down," Seth said. "Roman, don't call my friends names, or tell them to shut it."

Roman stood up, grabbing his car keys. "Maybe I should go." He muttered quietly.

"Sit your stubborn ass down," Seth snapped, pointing at the couch. "I never said that you should leave. I just asked you to stop calling them names."

"I'm not Brooks. You're not pushing me around." Roman told them. 'I'm not Dwayne… either…' He thought to himself.

"Excuse us for a moment," Seth said, grabbing Roman's hand and dragging him outside.

"What?" Roman asked as he crossed his arms over his chest silently waiting for Seth to talk.

"What's up with you?" Seth asked calmly. "I know you know better than to call my friends names. And just after you said you weren't Phil, your face went all weird for a moment."

"I'm fine." He mumbled quietly.

"You're not fine," Seth corrected. He rested a hand on Roman's bicep, and looked at his boyfriend. "What happened in there?"

"Nothing. They just don't have to tease the poor boy… damn…" He muttered quietly.

"We're his friends," Seth reminded him. "We're allowed to tease him."

Roman shrugged his shoulders as he glanced away from Seth. "Yeah… whatever…" he muttered.

"What's up with you?" Seth asked, rubbing Roman's bicep with an absent touch. "What crossed your mind in there?"

Roman sighed softly, mumbling "Just bullshit… family issues. Nothing you should worry your pretty little head over." He replied softly.

Seth touched his cheek. "What family issues?" he asked. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but you can always trust me."

"My family wants me to be what I'm not. I can't be Dwayne…" He muttered under his breath.

"Who's Dwayne?" Seth asked gently.

"Not a football fan eh? Dwayne Johnson. Dallas Cowboys' quarterback… also my cousin." He replied looking slightly annoyed.

"Dwayne Johnson is your cousin?" Seth asked. "Isn't he the football player that's always out with different chicks every week, and got a DUI a couple years back? Why would they want you to be like him?"

"They want me to… to be a star… a famous football player like Dwayne…" He mumbled softly looking away.

"And what do you want to be?" Seth asked gently.

Roman stared up at the sky silently for long moment before mumbling "I don't know."

Seth draped his arms around Roman's neck. "You decide what you want to be," he spoke. "And then I'll support you, whatever it is."

Roman sighed softly, wrapping his arms around Seth's slim waist, resting his chin on Seth's shoulder. "I'm not sure what I want…" He mumbled softly.

"You don't have to decide now," Seth promised him. "You can choose whenever you like."

Roman nodded against his shoulder, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment of silence, enjoying Seth's arms around him.

Seth just held Roman quietly. He could tell that the boy just needed someone to accept him for what he wanted, and not try to push him to be someone he wasn't.

Roman sighed softly, the night air sending a chill down his spine. "Kind of cold out here." He mumbled softly.

"We can head back in," Seth offered.

Roman shrugged silently. "Kind of like it." He mumbled taking a deep breath.

"Ok," Seth agreed, staying in his arms.

Roman pulled away, sitting on the step and enjoying the silence. Seth sat next to him, dragging Romans arm over his shoulder.

Roman glanced over at him. "Love attention much?" He teased.

"I love your arms," Seth replied. "They're so strong."

Roman smiled slightly. "I work out every day. 200 push-ups, my warm up…" he replied softly.

"Maybe I could watch you work out one day," Seth blushed.

"Or… you could cum work out with me…" He flirted winking at Seth, hoping he caught onto his sexual innuendos.

Seth flushed and his face in Roman's shoulder.

"What baby?" He asked softly.

"Stop it," Seth mumbled, slapping his shoulder.

"Oh… so you guys can tease poor Bryan for his crush but can't take it in return?" He teased. "Don't be a hypocrite babe." He murmured pecking Seth's lips.

"It's harmless teasing," Seth threw at him.

"This isn't?" He asked softly, raising an eyebrow.

Seth just rolled his eyes and leant up to kiss Roman's jawline, before returning to his position snuggled into his side.

"Well?" He asked softly with a winning smirk.

"You're an ass," Seth retorted.

"So. You're a hypocrite. We're even." He shot back.

"Not until you suck me off," Seth announced.

'Definitely not innocent.' Roman's eyebrow shot up. "Oh really? Where's all this coming from?"

"Yes really," Seth said, flushing even as he spoke.

Roman smirked. "You gonna run away from me again if I do?" He asked softly.

"It was hot," Seth protested. "I had to get to class."

Roman continued smirking "We had a whole ten minutes Seth." He replied.

"And I needed the time to calm down," Seth muttered.

"Calm down from what?" Roman asked softly.

"Watching the two of you," Seth confessed. "I was so hard after that."

Roman frowned. "So why did you run away, we wanted you to join us…" he mumbled.

"I don't want to just give it up to someone who is just playing with me," Seth whispered. "I need something more."

Roman glanced over at him. "Do you honestly think that I'm playing with you? He asked softly. "I'm not that type of person I assure you baby…"

"I don't really know," Seth admitted. "Between you and Dean, it was almost like I was a prize to be won."

"You are a prize, and you deserve to be fought over but treated with respect, dignity and love. I can't speak for Ambrose but I'm definitely not playing with you baby. Trust me on that." Roman told him.

"I'm not either," Dean said, coming out the front door. "We're not playing with you." Seth nodded and lowered his gaze to the floor.

Roman gave Dean a look. "A and B conversation." He snorted.

"Huh?" Dean asked, sitting next to Seth.

"See your way out." He finished as he crossed his arms. "I'm 'A', Seth is 'B', 'A' and 'B' conversation. Bye."

"Why am I B?" Seth asked. "Does that make Dean 'C'?"

"A is the one talking… if you were explaining it, you'd be A." He explained. "Yes, and since this is an A and B conversation, C needs to 'C' his way out and back in the house."

"Why can't it become an ABC conversation?" Seth asked, tilting his head. "It involves him too."

"ABC," Dean snickered. "Well, I suppose you are in the middle.

"Then it'll become a BC conversation because A will leave like he intended to…" Roman explained.

"You two were supposed to be getting along," Seth sighed. "Can you really not sit and just have a conversation with me?"

"We are… you and I were talking though." Roman replied stiffly.

"Would you..." Seth asked softly, glancing at Dean. Dean shrugged and stole a quick kiss, before he stood and walked back into the house. Seth knew that he wouldn't go far, but he also knew that Dean respected his choices.

"Better?" he asked, looking at Roman. Roman stood and headed for his car.

"What are you doing now?" Seth asked. "Dean went away."

"Is your dad home?" He asked softly. "What time does he get home?"

"2 am I think?" Seth said with a shrug. "Why?"

"No reason…" Roman replied as he leaned against his car. "Were you serious?"

"About what?" Seth asked, chewing his lip.

"About you wanting me to suck your cock." Roman replied with a whisper in Seth's ear.

Seth blushed and nodded, glancing back at the house.

"Do you think we should take Dean with us?" he asked hesitantly.

"We're not leaving yet…" Roman replied quietly.

"Aren't we?" Seth asked. "What are we waiting for?"

"No. For April. I know you want to see her." Roman replied as he led Seth back toward the house.

"Thank you," Seth breathed, sliding his hand into Roman's.

"Of course." Roman murmured softly as they walked back in.

There's Chapter 25. 26 is coming up soon. Thanks for all the reviews, faves and follows. It means allot!

~ Cal & P2