Four

"Thank you for sending me home," Dean thanked Roman as they stood outside his dorm. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," Roman replied.

"Do you want to come in?" Maybe if he played his cards right, they would end up having sex by the end of the night.

"Tempting but no. We've got to meet up at seven if we want to reach Foxtown early."

Dean's eyes widened. "Seven?"

"Well, I hope to check in early and then sight see-"

"Let's just stay in," Dean implored passionately, grabbing his shirt.

"Where's your roommate?" Roman enquired.

"At his frat house."

"But I didn't bring anything-"

"I have spares!"

Roman gave him an odd look. "Well, okay. But I really wanted to go to-"

"Someday. I promise we'll go someday." He was desperate to get him inside and strip him off his clothes.

A gentle smile spread across Roman's face. "You said we."

"I did?" He caught himself then. "I did!"

Once inside the room, Dean locked the door behind him. Now this grey eyed beauty had nowhere to run.

"You have a nice room," Roman complimented, looking around the dorm room. Dean's side had framed newspaper clippings on the wall next to his single bed. Unlike Roman's room, his did not have a kitchenette.

"Thank you." I think, he added silently. Aloud, he offered Roman a drink.

"Tea, if you have some."

"I only have Mountain Dew."

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"You obviously invited me in for sex."

Dean grinned. "I'm not going to deny it."

Roman took slow steps towards him. "You're going to be a handful, Dean."

"I'm not denying it."

"And probably will keep me on my toes."

"Mmm… so I've been told."

"You're making it very hard for me."

"Oh I guessed as much."

Roman smirked. "But the only sleeping you're going to get is literal sleeping."

"But you said-"

"Dean, I hope that you're not willing to take a chance on me because of sex."

Well that was the added advantage, Dean thought. "Nope."

The nursing major didn't look like he believed him. "Look, why don't we get some rest-"

"Sleep beside me?" Dean asked.

Roman cocked his head and shook it with a smile; Dean found it endearing. "What am I going to do with you?"

Anything you want, Dean thought.

"I usually sleep without clothes on," Roman revealed as he made himself comfortable on Dean's bed. "But I think we're not ready for that yet."

"Yes we are!" the auburn haired man blurted as he jumped into bed.

His lips were kissed hard before Roman grinned at him. "Patience is a virtue."

"Not in this case."

Roman woke up the next morning to find Dean snuggled up against him, his face near the crook of his neck. If someone had told him this would happen to him one day, he would have laughed and asked them what they were smoking because this was better than any dream to him.

He pressed his lips lightly against Dean's briefly before admiring him quietly.

His heart swirled with emotions. They were going to give it a try. Dean wouldn't be playing the field… at least for the time being. He stifled a yawn; so Foxtown was out but they could still go out on a real date.

Or maybe Roman would cook for him.

"What are you thinking about?"

Dean was staring at him, those blue eyes wide… as if he was trying to read the Samoan man's mind. "Taking you out on a date."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I'd like to cook for you. Nothing fancy but I'm sure you'll love it."

"If it's from you, I know I will."

"Great!" Roman all but jumped out of bed. "I'll head to the grocers to get my ingredients. Can you come over by noon?"

"Sure. How should I dress?"

"However you want."

"So I could just show up naked at your doorstep and you'd have to let me in."

"And let everyone see you for the gorgeous man you are? I'd rather not."

Dean looked pleased with his answer; he was practically glowing. "I think you're exaggerating but thank you."

Roman went back to his dorm to quickly shower and change into new clothes before practically running towards the parking lot. He already had an idea of what to cook for Dean: linguine with lemon sauce.

As he opened his door, he saw a plump guy walking past talking into his cellphone loudly, "Dean, that's crazy. You pretty much agreed he's obsessed with you. Why are you giving that stalker a chance? You have lots of other men to choose from!"

He stared after the man's back in horror. Stalker?

Dean waited for Kevin near the benches in front of his hall.

Why did Kevin always call Roman a stalker? And when did he get the idea that Dean thought that the Samoan man was obsessed with him? Prior to the wedding, Dean hadn't even heard about him or even knew of his existence. And Dolph even knew about Roman -

"Really, Dean?" Kevin immediately started when he reached. "Have you even read this article?" His friend shoved a piece of paper into his hand. "I'm going to buy a can of Coke from 7 Eleven. Do you want one?"

"No, thanks." Dean sighed and sat down before reading the article. "How to know he's obsessed with you: number one, he's in awe of you. Hmmm that's true. Number two, he compares you to an ideal. Number three, he's clingy and insecure-"

Roman hardly struck him as an insecure individual. He was quite the confident man and one could tell in the way he talked, walked… He folded the paper and shoved it in his pocket.

This article was a baloney.

His dreams were now shattered.

Of course there was a nagging reminder that he had to be realistic about the whole thing; Dean barely knew him. When Roman got home, he whipped up the simple meal for them both.

Dean thought he was obsessed with him.

The thought made Roman depressed. So what was Dean doing with him then? To add another one on his list or something?

Roman vaguely remember Dolph mentioning Dean's infamous black book filled with names of guys he'd been with.

He knew that how they got together was a bit unorthodox but if Dean shared the same concerns as his friend, if sex was all he wanted, then Roman decided he would give it to him and then get out of his life after that.

"That was delicious," Dean complimented two hours later as he stood up to help Roman with the dishes. Ordinarily he'd take pizza over pasta but damn, Roman could cook.

"It's fine," Roman declined. "We can leave these here."

Dean licked his lips. "So-"

Roman pulled him towards his bed where he smashed his lips against the blue eyed man's immediately. Dean gasped as he felt Roman grabbed his butt cheeks, pulling him closer to him. He wound his arms around Roman's neck, opening his mouth when Roman's tongue licked his bottom lip.

Roman was driving him crazy with his passionate kisses. Dean clung onto him tight, his neck and lips repeatedly attacked. His conscience though ironically was another thing. "Roman," he mumbled. "Are you sure about this?"

His lover didn't say a word, taking off both their clothes next.

Looks like they were finally going to do it.

Dean's eyes admired every inch of Roman's exposed flesh. He was beautiful with a toned body and muscular physique. His length was thick; how was it even going to fit in him? "Let me get the lube," the Samoan man said.

"I have lubricated condoms. But Roman-"

"Can you give me one?"

"Are you sure about this? I mean I know I want to have sex but-"

"Then let's have sex."

"But-"

"Condom, Dean."

Dean sighed as he took out his wallet to hand Roman a packet who tore it open and put it on.

They were kissing again, this time with urgency. Roman's hands were everywhere on his body, each touch making him ache for more.

The two men fell onto the bed, all arms and legs. Roman wasn't much for talking in bed either, Dean realised. He expected sex between them to be fun… nothing like this.

It was as if Roman wanted to get it over and done with.

The Samoan man stroked his length slowly. Fuck. Dean loved his touch, the feel of his hand on the most intimate part of his body.

"Damn it, Roman!"

The strokes became faster before Dean felt him thrusting into him little by little, giving his body time to adjust. When he was inside fully, Dean gripped his arms and asked him to continue. It was all the encouragement his raven haired lover needed.

Roman thrusted in and out, hitting Dean's spot. It was driving him wild with the rush of pleasure that was overcoming him. The grey eyed man leaned down to kiss him but Dean held him longer, not wanting their lips to part so soon.

When his orgasm finally hit him, he shouted Roman's name not caring who heard him. To say he wasn't flattered and humbled that Roman called out his name would have been a lie. They stared at one another; Dean wondered what was going through Roman's mind.

"That was great," Dean panted, running a hand through Roman's locks. "I liked it."

"I'm glad you did," was the only reply Roman gave him leaving him clueless.

Roman tidied the place up while Dean napped. Maybe he had been too harsh with him.

The sex they had was good despite Roman wanting to get it out of the way. Desire ran through him; Roman wanted to do it again.

Picking up Dean's jeans off the floor to hang it near the hook in his wardrobe, something hit his right foot. Picking the folded paper, he opened it and realised it was a magazine article.

How to Know He's Obsessed With You

His hand was shivering. What the hell was this? Now he was researching on him too?

He shook his head sadly at Dean's sleeping form.

Dean hadn't heard from Roman that night or the morning after.

All his text messages fell on deaf ears; he was disappointed. It was as if Roman was avoiding him. That was odd, wasn't it? If it had been anyone else, Dean wouldn't think twice but this was Roman. He was an affectionate sort.

This was the same man who baked his roommate cookies because he had been feeling homesick.

As he sat through his lecture, his mind replayed yesterday's date. Something was off. Roman seemed to be holding himself back. His answers were somewhat mechanical.

But why?

Ten minutes before lunchtime as he was crossing the quad, he spotted Roman sitting near the fountain reading a book. Dean decided to catch him off guard, approaching him from the back.

"Roman!"

The Samoan man looked up, his grey eyes wide. "D-Dean."

"I've been sending you text messages, Roman. Why haven't you replied any of them?"

"I was busy."

"Busy doing what?"

Roman kept quiet, staring down at his hands.

Dean didn't like this. He had a feeling that Roman was hiding something. "Roman, I meant it when I said I wanted to try."

Roman's grey eyes met his. "Why?"

"Because you're a nice guy. I mean I can see that. Dolph wouldn't have told me to take care of your heart if you were bad-"

"Maybe I changed my mind, Dean. Maybe I wanted to have sex and move on."

"I doubt it but nice try." The mass communication major scratched the back of his head. "Where would you like to have dinner? I believe it's my turn to bring you on a date."

"Date's cancelled. You and I have done it and now we're going our separate ways."

"Are you serious? Roman-"

"No. I can't do this dating thing with you. How can you guarantee me that every time we go out, you won't be thinking of me as being obsessive?"

That was a good question, Dean thought. Then it hit him what Roman had said. The auburn haired man gulped. "What?"

"I happened to overheard one of your friends in the parking lot yesterday. Huge dude with a tattoo of a bull on his arm."

Now Dean was worried. How much had Roman overheard?

The nursing major was looking at him, visibly hurt. "You think I'm obsessed with you too. I was about to hang your jeans after you had drifted off to sleep yesterday after our tryst and an article fell out from one of the pockets. Want to guess what it's about?"

Fuck.

Roman stood up, slinging his backpack. "I gave you what you wanted. Now leave me alone."

Dean stared after a retreating Roman, dumbfounded.

A/N Fluff in the chapter ahead… P.S I wrote this before the poll.