I don't run too far. Still got a show to do. I'm standing by the only tree on this plot of land and smoking a cigarette. Taking some time to gather myself. I can't believe I just told Ro one of my biggest best kept secrets. God, I'm so fucking stupid!
All of a sudden, there's a tattooed arm wrapping around the front of my body, the reaching up and getting a firm grip on my neck. One finger of the other hand hooked into the belt loop of my jeans, pulling my hips backwards into the person's private region. Whoever this is is definitely 3 things. 1. They're definitely a man. 2. They're definitely hard. 3. They're definitely into men.
"Don't panic, Deano. Jus' me. Jus' Ro." Whispered into my ear.
"Let me go, Roman." I mutter through gritted teeth.
"But why, handsome? Why are you so afraid of me now? Have I given you a reason to run from me?" He sounds genuinely concerned.
I turn to face him. "No, I guess you haven't. But aren't you even the least bit grossed out? I mean your MALE best friend just admitted that they liked getting a hand job from you!" I start to pace.
He stops me in my tracks, those big strong hands finding their place on my small hips so easily.
"De, I gave you a god damn hand job. I touched another mans dick. Shouldn't that be a sign that I'm not weirded out? I like men, too. No, scratch that; I like you. A lot. Will you please come back inside now? We're up against the Wyatts tonight and we can't be missing a Shield brethren. Please?"
"On one condition" is my response; along with my first smile since that night.
"Anything. Name it." Well, here goes nothing.
"Kiss me" I start to tremble as Roman steps into my personal space. We're now face to face. We both smile as he leans in. He places his left hand on my neck, his right finding my hip and pulling me closer.
"I thought you'd never ask" and then the breathtaking press of his lips on mine; our tongues soon coming out to play. This kiss is pure Heaven.