12: Games
"You beckoned?" Dean asked when he appeared before Roman in the woods.
Roman frowned and put his hands on his hips. Dean tried to keep the moment upbeat by continuing with his dry jokes, "Hands on the hips, huh? It must be serious."
Roman started pacing. Dean mocked frustration as he replied with a long sigh, "Look, I thought we came here to fuck..."
Roman abruptly shifted gears and charged at Dean. His instincts told him to back off, but Dean stood his ground. Roman grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him into a rough kiss. When Dean pulled away, he felt his lower lip start to bleed.
"Take your pants off," Roman stated.
Dean felt a tingling run up his spine as he did what he was told. Roman kept a tight grip on the back of Dean's neck. Touch was something that Roman rarely made much of a point of, let alone maintaining constant contact.
Once Dean's jeans and boxers were down, he kicked them aside and looked up at Roman.
Roman's eyes began to shift in their sockets. He was considering something. Dean opened his mouth to ask what he was thinking, but Roman broke his words with a kiss.
Dean stumbled backwards and fell against the dirt. Roman let go of Dean's lips and turned him over. Dean tried to sit up, but Roman pushed him back down and pinned him against the dirt while Roman worked to open his own jeans.
Dean was beginning to understand the situation. This wasn't a moment of down time where they jerked each other off and went back to the car. Roman was in desperate need.
He heard Roman spit into his hand to lube himself. Spit wasn't exactly the best form of lubrication and Dean grunted in pain when he felt Roman come in. Roman let up on his back and Dean could sit up on his elbows.
Dean tried to keep in sync with Roman's thrusts, but it was proving to be difficult. Roman would go faster, then slow down, then go slightly faster, then he would lose his rhythm and start over. It was like they were a new couple trying to feel one another out. It was still pleasurable, but messy and inconsistent.
Roman climaxed, first. He pulled out and turned Dean over to finish him off with his hand. Dean's erection was covered in dirt from the ground. Roman's hand turned muddy with dirt and cum.
Dean groaned with release and laid back against the ground. Roman rested his head on top of Dean's chest and ran his dirty right hand over Dean's body, going under his shirt and across his exposed lower half.
"Are you trying to cuddle or wipe dirt all over me?" Dean teased him.
"Don't ever fucking leave me," Roman said.
Dean replied with a shrug, "Where the hell am I gonna go?"
"Just don't," Roman stated, "Don't fucking leave me."
"Alright," Dean told him.
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Seth pulled up to an old motel that appeared to be abandoned.
It was late and there were no other cars on the road. Seth got out with Bayley to pick the lock that led to one of the rooms. Dean and Roman got out to check for security cameras. The place didn't have much technology. Signs on the door to the front desk gave them the impression that the owner was elderly and had passed away. The motel needed too many repairs, so the family left it to the elements.
Seth picked the lock of the room next door so Dean and Roman could have their own room. Roman threw a fit, telling him, "We need more space between us!"
Bayley whispered something to him and Roman stormed off. Dean picked another room a few doors down and Seth picked the lock. Dean went inside and said, "There'd better be some running water. I need a shower."
Seth went back to the room he opened for Bayley. She had pulled the covers off the bed to dust them off. The place was cleaner than it should've been. Seth glanced back out the door, but he saw no for sale signs around. He made a mental note that someone, perhaps a friend of the owner, was keeping it up. The motel looked like it was a nice place at one time. There could have been a fan of its former glory doing light housekeeping with the hope that it would one day be restored.
He heard the pipes groaning and Seth figured Dean was trying to take a shower. Seth closed the door, but he kept the window shade open slightly. He had parked the car in back to hide it, but he wanted to keep an eye on the road for law enforcement in case someone spotted them breaking in. He also wanted to watch out for Bayley's family, though he doubted they would come in through the front.
Seth was also watching for Roman's return from wherever he stormed off to. Bayley seemed indifferent to Roman's actions, which led Seth to believe she understood his behavior. Seth had never known Roman to be so angry. In fact, Seth got along best with Roman out of the three of them. Dean was the one who liked to argue because he hardly took anything seriously. Roman was the one who seemed to know exactly what Seth was getting at. He was the most compliant and the easiest to negotiate with.
"He'll be back," Bayley told Seth after a long space of time had passed.
Seth was lying on the bed, but he was still watching out the open space of the window. The pipes had stopped groaning, which led Seth to believe Dean had finished his shower. Seth made another mental note that, although the pipes sounded old, the water had not been shut off to the building. Yet another confirmation that someone was keeping it up.
"I'm going to run a check on the place. I want to make sure no one else is here," Seth told Bayley.
"I'll come with you," she replied, following him outside.
Seth checked the door knobs to each room. Bayley stayed near him and kept quiet. Seth felt a pang of guilt for not thinking to inspect the place more thoroughly, earlier. He was trained to make sure his surroundings were clear before going in. Maybe he was tired from all the driving, or maybe he was distracted by Roman's attitude. Whatever the reason, he had slipped up.
Every door was locked except for the ones Seth had opened. He looked through the window to the front desk. The window was mostly covered in ads and notices. The front desk looked clean. There was a door behind the desk that led to a back room. Seth also noticed another door to the left that could lead to a bathroom.
"I'm going to check and make sure the place is clear," he told Bayley.
"You want me to stay here?" she asked.
Seth nodded. Bayley waited while he picked the lock and quietly made his way inside.
He stayed in the shadows and made his way to the door behind the desk. He noticed an old radio on the floor under the desk when he passed. It seemed out of place, like someone had simply put it down and left. Seth carefully gripped the knob to the back room and slowly turned it. The door gave before he expected it to and it popped open a little bit.
Seth tensed up and held his breath. He listened for someone on the other side, but he heard nothing. If someone was there, they would've heard him by now. He pushed the door open the rest of the way and stepped back into the shadows. If someone came rushing out, he could grab them.
No one came out. Seth carefully leaned over to check the room. It was small with a single bed. There was an old TV in the corner with a missing dial. There were some signs of life, such as a pack of cigarettes on the bed and a pair of sandals on the floor, but they carried some dust like they hadn't been touched in a while.
Seth made his way to the other door. He suspected someone could be hiding in there. He checked the knob, but it was locked.
Something didn't feel right.
He considered picking the lock. That way, he would know for sure if someone was behind the door or not.
Something didn't feel right.
The door could be locked because no one was there. He could turn and walk away.
Something wasn't right.
He couldn't shake the feeling that he was in trouble.
Seth sank back into the shadows. He scanned the area surrounding the front desk. He couldn't see a damn thing.
He decided against walking past the doorway to the bedroom behind the front desk. He hadn't seen anyone, but his gut told him there was definitely someone around.
Seth went in the opposite direction from where he came in. He found a second door that exited out of the side of the building from the front desk. The door was around the corner a bit and was not easily seen from the other entrance.
He stayed against the wall when he walked out. Seth squatted down and tried to quickly circle around to the back of the building. It was very dark, but he could assess from the moonlight that he needed to make his way along the entire length of the building to circle back and get to Bayley.
Seth started to move when he heard some noises coming from the trees behind the motel. He crouched down and waited.
A figure appeared through the trees. Judging from his smaller size and the arrogant way he moved, he was Miguel, the youngest of Bayley's three brothers.
Seth had to think fast. Miguel was standing on higher ground and would spot Seth no matter which way he moved. That meant that Seth had to make his moves count.
Seth doubled back and ran as fast as he could the way he came. He had to get to Bayley as quickly as possible.
He heard Miguel yell and give chase. Miguel's foot-falls were quieter, like he was running with bare feet. This made it harder for Seth to gauge how close Miguel was to him. He would have to keep moving.
Seth made it around the front desk section and rounded the corner again to find Bayley standing where he left her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and rushed them both into the front desk area. Seth slammed the door and locked it just as Miguel came rushing through.
Miguel smashed through the glass and took the door clean off its hinges. Seth hit the floor, but Bayley stood near him and clenched her fists like she was ready to defend her ground.
Miguel's feet were bare, but he walked through the broken glass like it didn't phase him at all. He had suffered some lacerations across his face and arms. A few of them bled more than others. He ignored the pain and focused on Bayley.
Seth listened as Miguel spoke to her in Spanish. From the expression on his face, he was angry and bitter. Bayley responded to him with the same sense of bitterness. Seth rose up to his feet, which only made Miguel more angry.
Miguel and Bayley began shouting at each other in Spanish. Seth braced himself for a fight. Miguel sneered as he gave Seth a once-over.
Bayley said something that seemed to surprise Miguel. His expression changed and he looked like he did when Seth first encountered him. Miguel once again showed signs he had not been in conflicts very often.
"The others are coming. We should leave," Bayley took Seth's hand and led him out the door.
They walked past Miguel. He did not try to stop them. Seth looked back over his shoulder and watched as Miguel just stood there on the shattered glass. Seth wondered what Bayley could have said to him to make him stop. Bayley made it to Dean's room and opened the door.
Dean came out from behind the bed and pointed his gun at them. Seth called out, "We've got to leave! Now!"
Dean lowered his weapon and made his way to the door. A loud howl from behind the motel signaled them that the others were nearby. Seth glanced back at the front desk, but Miguel was gone.
"They'll get to the car before we do," Dean pointed out.
"We need to run," Bayley said.
"Where the hell is Roman?" Dean asked.
"There's no time. He will find us, later. We need to run," Bayley said.
"I'm not leaving him," Dean argued.
Seth took Dean by the shoulder and countered, "We don't know this enemy. She does. If she says run, then we run."
Dean nodded. Seth looked at Bayley. She started running out to the road. Seth and Dean followed her.
They were in the middle of nowhere.
