".. So yeah, i wake up, completely hungover and that's when i realize i'm not in my bed. Or my dorm. I'm still in the Alpha-Epsilon Pi frat house, naked under the covers with Davis, that cute linebacker i told you about? Well apparently, he's got my body in a vice grip and he's cuddled up on my chest. Who knew he was gay, right?" Dean sighed as he listened to his best friend Seth go on about his last sexcapade, this time with a football player no less. They were both walking around campus together, going towards the coffee shop after their morning classes.

"My god, Seth. You're such a slut, you know that? What would you have done if one of his frat buddies saw you in that guys bed? They would've beat the living piss out of you. That's what." Dean blew out a breath as his feet hit the pavement. Soon they were off campus, on their way to their favorite coffee shop, "Nicole's" to go get some much needed caffeine into their collective systems. Finals was upon them soon, which meant that they were pulling more all nighters, which included coffee and silent prayers.

"Well, I would've told them that their friend likes sucking dick and eating ass. And not to hate the player, hate the game. " Dean started laughing once Seth said that, his best friend was really something else.

"You're fucking ridiculous.." Dean chuckled, "I swear one day you're gonna..." he was about to go off on another tangent about how his friend was gonna probably contract a mean STI by sleeping with all those men, when suddently his blue eyes came across a small bakery. In that moment, Dean forgot all about his pedestal preachings and decided that he could really go for a nice cookie right about now.

"One day i'll what?.." Seth asked, hooking his arm in Dean's.

"... Hey Seth, want a cookie?" Dean asked instead of finishing his sentence. Seth followed Dean's line of vision and he saw the small shop that Dean had been eyeing. Before he could protest, Dean was pulling him by his hand towards the bakery.

"Why the fuck is this line so long?" Dean rolled his eyes, looking towards the front of the line. He didn't realize when he came in that he would have to wait. Growing impatient, the dirty blonde tapped his foot on the floor obnoxiously, causing people to turn their heads and look at them. It was kinda making Seth feel embarassed. Dean could be such an asshole sometimes. Luckily, Seth liked him just the way he was though.

"Dude there's only like four guys in front of us... chill. Besides your next class is two hours from now." Seth caressed his arm playfully to get Dean to calm down a bit. It worked a little, seeing his friend still his nervous tapperings, but still Dean narrowed his eyes at the front of the line, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Whatever dude i'm just really itching for a cookie." Dean argued, holding onto Seth unconsciously.

They made it to the front of the line finally and Seth realized why this place was always so packed. "Hot damn." Seth said more to himself than anyone, as his hazel eyes took in a sight.

The reason in question was the gorgeous hunk of a man behind the counter. He was standing at about 6'4, his shoulder length black hair was falling perfectly to his sides and he had a smile that could light up an entire room if the light bill wasn't paid on time. Seth noticed him instantly, while Dean on the other hand, was too busy pressing his nose against the glass, trying to figure out which cookie he wanted to eat.

This man had a thick upper body, that was incased in an muscle clinging shirt, and apron that was covered with flour. He looked so cute, so blindingly attractive that Seth could've sworn he forgot how to do math now. He bit his lip, and walked up to the counter, seeing the larger tan man smile geniunely at him.

"Hey guys, welcome to Patrica's, are you getting anything?"

Seth looked at his name tag. His name was Roman. Such a fitting name since it was obvious the gods themselves had created him. Seth's hazel eyes looked down to the shoulder tattoo that Roman was sporting, it gave him an even more unrealisitic quality. He was handsome, but also gorgeous. It was a paradox, honestly.

"I umm.. no, not me." Seth didn't even realize that he was blushing now. "My friend Dean here saw your shop and now he wants a cookie. Like really bad." Seth nudged Dean but Dean was too busy eyeing the raspberry cheescake cookie.

"Well it looks like your friend Dean has really good taste." Roman said as he leaned in and took out a cookie from the sliding glass for Dean. Roman wrapped it up and put it on the counter. Dean popped up as he saw Roman pick up the exact cookie he was eyeing.

"Raspberry cheesecake. I made them this morning." Roman smiled at Dean, and in that moment, blue eyes met gray and everything in the world seemed to still. The birds were no longer chirping, the sound of mild chatter was muted and replaced Roman's eyes looking into his, making Dean feel exposed, and.. curious. He was so cute, so incredbily handsome that Dean's world had to stop, just to fully take in Roman.

"I'm a big fan of raspberry." Dean chimed as Roman rung him up. They kept giving each other these stares, and small glances as they exchanged plesantries. Basically they were eye fucking the shit out of each other in the store. Didn't really matter who was there in the moment, the only two people that mattered was Dean and Roman.

Which made Seth uncomfortable and seemingly jealous at the same time.

Dean paid for his cookie, then bit into it as Roman stared, he licked his lips at the soft baked perfection and could see Roman bite his, causing a big smile from Dean. "Oh my god, this is so good." Dean admitted, eating more of it down. "I can't tell you how good this is."

"Thank you. I bake them with care." He winked at him, then saw Seth looking down. Not wanting him to feel left out, Roman took a sample out from his box and handed one to Seth, seeing the bleached blonde-brunette cheer up instantly.

"I'm Dean by the way, and this is Seth." by the time Roman handed Seth his sample, Dean's own cookie was devoured, so he bit into the other end of the brownie Roman gave his best friend. Seth immediately pushed him away from his brownie, only to recieve a chocolate kiss on the cheek by Dean. He smiled softly at his bestie.

The moment was caught by Roman, making him feel a certain twinge of jealousy that shouldn't be there, considering he just met Dean. "Of course he wasn't single." Roman thought to himself. He kept his composure though, after all they looked like a cute couple. He was happy for them, even if he couldn't take his eyes off the cute blonde guy with the adorable dimples.

"It's nice to meet you two. You guys make a really cute couple." Roman admitted honestly, even if he did feel that little pang of jealousy in his heart again. Once Roman said that sentence though, Dean immediately started laughing which caused Seth to squint his eyes at Dean.

"Me and him?" Dean pointed to Seth with his thumb, "Nope. Definitely not a couple. No. No. No. No. Not even a little bit. Besides, he smells." Dean joked about Seth.

"Shut up, Dean! You idiot!" Seth pushed him playfully, "... Sorry he has absolutely no home training." Seth apologized for his friend.

"It's quite alright." Roman replied, laughing at their exchange.

"I'm actually.. very single." Dean smirked as he finally said that, feeling a wave of confidence flow through him like never before. He wasn't ever this confident with guys, only girls. There was something about Roman though, he seemed.. different. he just felt different. Not only was he hot. as hell but he seemed sweet. Dean liked that in guys. The last guy Dean was attracted to like this was well... Seth. And that ended terribly, depending on how you looked at the situation. But Roman and Seth were different. He didn't know why he thought that, he could just sorta feel it.

"That's awesome. I'm very, very single too." Roman told him honestly.

Seth noticed that they were flirting with each other and that was making him feel a bit neglected, "I'm single too, if anyone cared.." Seth mumbled.

It made Roman chuckle, Seth was definitely a tinkerbell type character. He seemed like a guy who loved attention, "I care." Roman said gently, watching those hazel eyes beam at him. Dean noticed that Roman's attention was off of him for that milisecond, and he had to change that. No offense to Seth, but he was calling dibs on this gorgeous mountain of a man.

Dean clicked his tongue then took out a pen. He grabbed one of Roman's menus and wrote his number on the back. Carefully sliding it across to Roman then licked his lips at him, "So single Roman, why don't you call me sometime?" Dean's voice lowered an octave as he finished his sentence, watching Roman wet his lips as he spoke.

"I think i will." Roman said, putting the menu in his back pocket.

Seth sighed, obviously Dean had won the flirting game with Roman. "Lets go dude." He said pushing the smitten Ambrose towards the door, "Bye Roman." He waved at him and Roman waved back. Soon they were both out of the bakery and headed towards the coffee shop.

"I hope i didn't come off too strongly back there," Dean worried, "He's really cute... and seemed totally into me." Seth could see how nervous Dean was about this whole ordeal. He decided to put his jealousy aside and be happy for his friend and his newly found confidence.

"Don't worry," Seth smiled, "I'm sure he really liked you."

Dean smiled back, "I hope so."

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"Dean!" She shook him and Dean quickly jumped out of his reviere. Ever since he got back from the cake shop his mind kept replaying old memories of him and Roman. The one on infinite repeat right now was the moment they first met. In that damn bakery. Rasberry cheesecake cookies, intense eye sex and flirting. Dean could remember it all like it was yesterday, even the smells of freshly baked red velvet cupcakes still wafted around in his nostrils, giving him formidable memories. Dean tried his very best not to think about him, and for three years he was doing so good, then he had to just fucking see him again. And damn, he looked so great now too. Even better than before, actually. He finally got his tattoo filled out, Dean mused to himself as he thought about how Roman kept saying he wanted his full sleeve done. It was apart of his heritage, a full bloodied samoan man...

Who he hurt deeply.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" He asked as he tried to focus back on his fiancee, and the case file that he was doing.

"Dean, i asked you like five times but you were spacing out.. do you have the Windham file?" Dean's fiancee Renee asked him. He looked all around his desk and eventually found it under his finished case files. Dean handed it to her and then went back to playing with his pen softly, clicking the ends of it hard as he tried to get Roman out of his damn head. Try to focus you dipshit. Dean chided to himself.

"Are you okay? You've been acting weird ever since we came from the cake shop." Renee noticed how different Dean seemed. He looked distant, like his mind was running a mile a minute. It was worrying her. He was so sharp all the time, never once has he even been caught daydreaming until now. It was like something strange happened while they were at that cake shop. One minute he was happy, gobbling down cake and she goes to answer her phone, and the next she comes back and Dean's in a bitter mood, pretending he's okay.

It was really, really weird.

"I'm fine." Dean had to tell her again, now forcing himself to look up into her hazel eyes. "I promise. Okay?"

Renee didn't believe him fully, but she nodded for his sake. She would just ask him again later or something, while in bed. Right now she rather focus on work, "Okay i won't ask again, just.. keep your head in the damn game okay? Dad is on a business trip so i'm running things today."

"Okay babe. My head is in the game i promise." Renee smiled at that then leaned in to give him a gentle peck on his lips. He kissed her back softly then watched her walk out.

As she left, Dean's mind almost immediately floated back to Roman. Why did he have to look so.. damn good? Was he bigger? He was. Was he more handsome than before? God, yes.

Fuck. He didn't realize he would miss him this much, or even think about him this much. Three years was supposed to do him some good, and in retrospect, it did. He finished law school, got a succesful job, a great girl and a home he was proud of. But he started to wonder if he had made a mistake all those years ago. He was so in love with Roman back then that it sometimes physically hurt to be away from him. There was this one time when Roman got injured in a cooking fire and he had to wear a cast on his leg for a month, Dean thought he was going to lose him. Even though it wasn't that serious and Roman was more than fine, every day he thanked god that Roman was still happy and healthy. Every day he was thankful that he had Roman.

So what changed?

Dean picked up his phone and started idly going through the contacts. He started to wonder if Roman still had the same cell number he had years ago. From memory, Dean starts putting in Roman's old seven digits. He gulped as he pressed the call button, letting it ring once before he automatically stops the call and hangs up.

Fuck me. Dean hit his head on his desk. What the hell was wrong with him? Why the hell would Roman keep the same number for three years.. you dumbass. He chastised himself. More importantly why the sudden urge to contact him, to talk to him, to even see him after years of no contact?

Because the mere sight of him gave me a semi. Dean said under his breath.

As Dean was starting to contemplate everything wrong with how he was feeling in that moment, there was a knock on his door. He mumbled a contrite "Come in." to the person as he slumped his head even further down his desk.

"Having a rough day?" His best friend asked as he came in and closed the door behind him. Dean instantly perked up at the sound of Seth Rollins' voice. Seth was and is his best friend. They met freshman year at Harvard, and went from being foes to fuck buddies then finally fast friends. He never once regretted being Seth's friend even after all those years. He was the proverbial yin to Dean's yang. His only steady calm throughout his many storms. Seth even helped him through his and Roman's breakup. He was his best friend, through and through.

Even if Dean hasn't seen him for a couple of weeks.

"You can say that." Dean replied cooly as he got up and hugged Seth tight. Seth smiled, wrapping Dean in his arms. They hugged for what seemed like centuries before Dean pulled back, holding the now all brunette's face. "I fucking missed you!" Dean said, slapping Seth's cheek lightly, then giving him another hug. "I feel like i haven't seen you in forever!"

"Yeah sorry about that. I just got back from that seminar." The friends pulled away from each other and then moved to sit down in adjacent chairs. "Been gone all weekend, so i didn't get a chance to call you." Seth pushed some of his brown hair behind his ear. "How did the cake tasting go?"

"I ate cake and got told which one was best." Dean deadpanned, "Don't change the subject! You know we haven't spoken in a while and it has absolutely nothing to do with seminars or you going on vacation." Dean sat up on his desk and looked down at Seth. "There's a new guy in your life, i know there is. Because every time you disappear on me it means someone new has entered the picture... am i correct?"

Seth started blushing at Dean's words, goddamn his best friend knew him very well. "Okay, you caught me.. so there might be a new guy in my life." He chimes, looking down at his hush puppies. "He's so amazing, Dean."

"I knew it!" Dean scooted close to Seth knocking down the paper weight on the edge of his desk with his thigh, "Okay i don't feel so bad about you ignoring me anymore, because now i know you're getting properly dicked down. But now you gotta spill it dude. Tell me everything. What he looks like, his cock size, his personality, what he does for a living... everything."

"Cock size?" Seth laughed uneasily.

"I said everything didn't i?" Dean smirked, "No seriously spill it please. Renee has us on a no sex ban until the wedding, and I'm blue balling it most days so i really, really need you to spare no details and make this worth my while."

Seth chuckled at his friend, softly playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck, "You're gonna hate me but.. I rather not say. Sorry blue balls, but i really like this guy. He's one of the very few guys i can actually be myself around, and he likes me too. I don't wanna jinx anything." Seth shrugged while not meeting Dean's eyes.

"At least tell me something, anything?" Dean pleaded. It was actually kinda weird of Seth not to give him details of the guy he was sleeping with. It was their thing, ever since college. Nothing was a secret in their friendship and Dean always liked hearing about Seth's latest guy of the month, no matter how questionable his picks were. But now he was worried that Seth might be hiding something from him.

He wouldn't do that, right?

Seth shook his head and sighed, "All i can say is that he's been hurt emotionally, and I'm trying my best to treat him right and not do what the previous guy did to him." In that moment, brown eyes locked with blue and it seemed like Seth was trying to tell him something without words. Dean couldn't put his finger on it though. "Actually..." Seth looked down at his watch, "I have to go. I'm supposed to be meeting him for dinner. I'll text you, okay? Maybe we can meet for lunch tomorrow?"

Dean just nodded. Seth gave him a warm smile then headed for the door. When he reached the door knob, Seth heard Dean's voice ask him something in the form of a question.

"Seth... I don't happen to know this guy do I?" Dean asked suspiciously.

Seth turned around, trying his best to fake a smile and keep up pretenses. He can't know, Seth thought to himself. He would kill me.

"Nope." Seth said with the fakest smile he could muster, "I'm pretty sure you definitely don't know him."

"Babe?" Seth asked as he came in his apartment. He was suppose to meet his boyfriend for dinner but instead he got a text saying to meet him at Seth's apartment instead. He took off his light jacket and hung it up on the coat rack, then proceeded to take off his shoes, leaving them at the door. Seth looked around until he found his boyfriend in the kitchen. He was of course cooking them dinner. The brunette smiled then immediately wrapped his arms around his boyfriend from behind, giving his back a firm kiss. "Mm..." He whispered as he ghosted his lips up the taller man's neck, "You smell like sweat and cologne mixed together." Seth cooed, now peppering more kisses to his beautiful back.

"Really? And that turns you on, huh?" He asked back, turning to look at Seth wryly.

"Fuck yeah." Seth claimed modestly. His boyfriend gave him a soft smile, and Seth noticed the very subtle bite of his lip. He could almost read his mind, they both were thinking the same thing. Hazel eyes locked with gray as Seth's hand began to trail down the front of his lovers jeans. Seth sucked in his bottom lip as he cupped him, squeezing his length to semi-hardness. His boyfriend hissed at the feeling, automatically turning around in his arms to give Seth a warm kiss on his lips. He dropped the ladle he was holding in the pot so that he could cup Seth's face as their lips met in a searing lock. Seth smiled into each kiss, running his fingers through his long black hair as they slowly made out in the kitchen.

Before Seth could protest, he was over his boyfriend's shoulder in no time, being carried to the couch. "Rome!" He giggled as he fell onto it gently, opening his legs so his lover could fit between them perfectly. They kissed, and laughed, giving each other soft pecks until things got a little heated. Once Seth started grinding against him, feeling his lover clothed hardness against his own, he knew that he didn't wanna end this night without his boyfriend's big cock deep inside of him while he stared deeply into his gray seas.

At least that's what he hoped for anyway.

"Fuck, babe we gotta stop. I gotta finish dinner." His boyfriend tried to protest, but still, he undulated his hips, like if he was fucking Seth. Seth released a small moan at the movement, wanting so badly for this to be real, to finally be able to have his man, without having to wait anymore.

"Mm. Roman, baby shut up and kiss me?" Seth smiled as he brought Roman's face down and planted more soft kisses to his lips. He was so horny, he had no idea why. Just seeing Roman in his kitchen with a bunch of sweat all over him made Seth want fuck him all night long.

And possibly all morning too.

"Seth.. come on, at least let me turn the fire off?" Roman pecked his lips, and stilled Seth's hips with his large hand. Seth whined at the loss of friction, and ultimately the loss of Roman as he got up to go back into the kitchen. The brunette blew out a breath that mirrored a sigh, and fell back against his couch, running his fingers through his brown hair. He looked up at his ceiling and waited for Roman to come back. Hopefully they could finally go a little further, and take that final leap and... make love.

"You look frustrated." Roman laughed as he leaned against the wooden frame that separated the kitchen and the living room. Seth didn't even realize he had come back. He turned his head to see Roman standing there looking so sexy, and tempting as all hell.

"I am, actually. Sexually frustrated." Seth said playfully.

At that Roman furrowed his brows, he took what Seth had just said literally. "I'm sorry babe. You know how it is, I'm not ready to be... that intimate with someone yet." Roman looked down.

"Hey... Ro it's okay, I was just playing. Honestly." Seth smiled from the couch. He understood that even though it's been a long time, Roman hasn't had sex-sex with a guy in about two years. So he and Seth did basically everything but penetrate each other. He hated that he couldn't be intimate with Roman, but he hated it even more that Dean was the reason Roman didn't trust men.

"Does that mean i still get to keep this?" Roman took out the key Seth gave him to his apartment, waving it in front of Seth. He saw his hazel eyes lock on the key and Seth smiled.

"For you teasing me then not giving me dick? Nope, you don't get to keep it." Seth stood up, "Give it back." The younger man teased him.

"Oops." Roman opened his pants and let the key fall in his underwear. He smirked as he watched hazel eyes trying to think of their next move. Goodamn Seth was so sexy. He had an intensity about him that made Roman feel like he was on top of the world. Seth was good to him. He made him smile, he was smart and uncomplicated. Roman was thankful that they ran into each other a couple of months ago because he was still on his past, and still on Dean, until Seth came in the picture. Roman actually stopped thinking about his ex as soon as he and Seth started dating.

..Well that was until he saw him physically for the first time in three years, today.

Seth walked over to him, looking at Roman for a few seconds before dropping down to his knees. He kneeled before his boyfriend, then unzipped his pants, tugging on his jeans, letting them drop to the floor in a pool around him.

"Seth..." Roman breathed out softly. He was watching Seth eye his growing erection intensely, giving him the "I'm gonna suck this cock until the sun starts shining" look. Roman wanted to stop him, he really did. He cared about Seth, and he really wasn't ready to give himself to another man fully but..

When Seth released his erection from his confinements and started sucking in the head of his cock, widening his lips to completely take it in, it was at that exact moment Roman knew..

He wouldn't ever get over Seth Rollins.

A/N: Flashback scenes are so fun to write, and as you can see our favorite couple met at a bakery shop called Patrica's. And it looks like our Sethie has some secrets. Let's take a guess, how do you think Roman and Seth got together? Also i wanna thank the people who took the time out to read and review! I really love sharing my writing with you guys and when i get feedback it makes me so happy. Let me know your thoughts!

By the way, if you could only ever eat one cookie in your entire life, make it a rasberry cheesecake. You. Won't. Be. Disappointed. -Melle