Tick. Tock.

The clock in the room was the only thing you could hear as Dean and Roman stared at each other. It's ticker moved by the minute, tension filled the air in a faux cloud of emotions, one that neither man were willing to admit they were feeling upon seeing each other again for the second time in three long years. Dean could feel his heart pounding in his chest, he wanted to move to sit down and keep things cool and breezy, but Roman held his gaze, and like always he was powerless under those misty gray orbs.

"Hey Ro." Dean was the first to budge, having the nerve to use Roman's old nickname too. He saw the chef's jaw clench as he said it, tight, like a bee had just stung him or something.

".. I thought i was meeting with the bride... Renee?" Roman said as he sat down and opened up the Ambrose-Young file. He looked at his schedule to make sure that he was correct, and low and behold he was. Sasha put down 'meeting with Renee Young- 1:30' in his google calendar. He looked back up but did his best not to look directly into Dean's eyes again.

"She couldn't make it, she had a meeting to go too." Dean leaned forward, clasping his hands on Roman's desk. He wanted it to come off light and soft. But the look on Roman's face was telling him that he wasn't in the mood for whatever game Dean was trying to play.

"That wasn't really wasn't a question. Just a statement. I don't need to know her personal business." Roman's tone was cold and impersonal. Something that Dean wasn't used to with him. They were always so open and honest with each other during their relationship that Dean never thought he would be on the receiving end of this new Roman, one who hated his guts. The sweet guy he met in his mom's cake shop five years ago was gone. Replaced by the man he had broken up with, the tense, meaner Roman who had every right to hate him after all these years.

"Sorry i was just.." Dean started to say, but was cut off by Roman taking papers out of their file.

Was he really just gonna ignore him?

"... So chocolate buttercream, purple piping. Three layer, and also the hall you guys chose is accommodating you for the ice cream, if you want i can make some coconut lavender for the reception. I know that's your favorite."

Dean's heart did a little flutter. Roman remembered. He remembered how much Dean liked it when he made him ice cream from scratch. Coconut Lavender tasted so good. Even better when someone you love is feeding it to you wearing nothing but an apron and a smile.

"Yeah that would be great-" Dean tried to speak but yet again Roman cut him off.

"The bride is requesting cupcakes as well. Looks like she wants chocolate cupcakes for her bridal party. I'm thinking we do red velvet, with pictures of you guys on the cupcakes, but if she's dead set on dark chocolate that's fine. I can work it out as i talk to her." Roman handed Dean the papers and a pen. "Alright, it looks like you're all set. All you have to do is sign these documents acknowledging that we had this conversation and compensation for my services and then you can go."

Dean looked at Roman as he talked. Not once did their eyes meet like when he first entered the room. Roman was making it abundantly clear that he didn't want anything to do with him on a personal level. Fuck, he didn't even want to hear him speak. Dean released a sigh and nodded sadly. He started signing the papers, realizing now that his plan to clear the air between them probably wouldn't ever come. Even though he could tell that Roman was still very angry with him, it didn't stop Dean from stealing a few glances at Roman as he signed. He was still, after all these years so captivatingly ggorgeous.

How could he not look at him?

Dean was so caught up in looking at Roman that he stopped signing. Roman quickly caught him and raised a curious eyebrow at his ex.

"You're staring at me." Roman states while watching Dean watch him. He saw the admittance flash across Dean's eyes, then the playful shrug of his shoulders.

"Sorry." Dean apologized half heartedly, "Sometimes i can't help myself." His smile grew wider, showing off one of his dimples.

Roman didn't want to smile back at this asshole who hurt him, but goddmanit everything else seemed become non existent when Dean smiled at him. His world could collapse, crash down and stop spinning on it's axis, and still nothing would matter besides Dean's smile. "Stop staring." Roman warns him, "I can see your dimple."

Dean licked his dry sudden dry lip, and shrugged, "Well, you know my dimple doesn't come out for just anyone." Dean's voice was lighter this time and his smile stayed permanently on his face. He actually welcomed the sudden shift in the room, even the air between them seemed to carry less weight.

Roman cleared his throat, trying his best not to fall back into a loop of flirtatious banter between them. Dean was smiling, showing off those pearly whites and his high cheek bones. He was always so damn cute that Roman forgot how to think clearly around him. This shouldn't be happening. He was supposed to hate this man."Are you umm.. done?" Roman asked, hoping the answer was yes.

"Yep. All done." Dean finishes up then slides the papers over to him. Roman puts them back in his folder then gets up to go over to his file cabinet. He had to bend down to file it, and when he did, Dean got a good look of his ass. And fuck what an incredible ass it was. Roman's ass looked best in sweat pants, Dean actually realized after so many years, but he had to make due with what he had and honestly his ass in work pants was doing the job just fine. Dean was salivating, thinking about all the times his dick pounded in and out of that tight heat. The same times he had Roman screaming his name as his knees were up against his chest. Fuck. He felt his cock coming alive, straining against his underwear. Thank god for his slacks or else Roman would turn around and see his ex nursing a semi while staring daggers into his asshole.

Roman lifted his upper body and turned around after he was finished when he noticed Dean's eyes on him. Dean very shamelessly kept them there, blue eyes roamed from his ass to his every muscle and finally his beautiful gray eyes. "Are you.. checking me out?" Roman asked, actually laughing.

"What if i am?" Dean questioned, not fully realizing how flirtatious he sounded.

Roman thought about it for a second, tightening his jaw. "Mm. Same 'ole Dean, with your wandering eye i see."

Dean snapped up at that comment, not liking the words that just came out of his mouth. "What are you talking about? My eyes never wandered when i was with you." He said matter-of-factly.

"You used to check out girls all the time. They would flock to you when you would take me to those stupid frat parties." Roman rolled his eyes. He was with the guy for two years, all of a sudden Dean's acting brand new, like he didn't used to check girls out when they were together? Ridiculous.

"Ro, you know that's not true." Dean was wondering where this information was coming from? The only person he could ever think about when he was with Roman was.. well Roman.

"Don't call me that." Roman snipped at him. He hated that Dean thought that they were still on this personal level where he could call him by his nickname and shit. That shit wasn't gonna fly anymore.

"Call you what?"

"Ro. You're not allowed to call me that anymore." The air in the room seemed to thicken again as Roman's tone got deeper laced thick with anger more prevalent than before.

"I made that name for you." Dean said back, tasting venom in his words.

"So?"

"So that means i can call you it if i want."

"You really can't." Roman said, narrowing his eyes.

"I fucking will If i want!" Dean ripped.

Roman lips formed a tight thin line as his mouth closed. It was no use fighting with Dean. He was still the same immature asshole he was three years ago. "Fuck you, Dean. How about that?" Roman spat and then moved to leave his office. He had things to do, more important things instead of arguing with his ex. He opened the door to leave but Dean stopped him, grabbing on his wrist, slamming the door back shut.

"Let me go." Roman whispered softly.

"I.. can't." was Dean's reply.

Before Roman knew it, he was being pulled into Dean's embrace. He let out a light gasp at the touch he hasn't felt in years. Dean was gentle with him, only pulling Roman until they were face to face. "Ro, you gotta know that there was never anyone who remotely caught my attention when i was with you." Dean's voice was softer now, his hands were moving down Roman's back slowly and it had Roman's whole body on fire. He shouldn't let him touch him like this, or at all. But something inside of Roman didn't want it to stop either.

"Dean.." He whispered, looking into his eyes, "What are you doing?"

"I.." Dean tried to find the right words, "I don't know." He said low, his hand still firmly placed on his back. Roman couldn't think of anything to say either. He didn't want Dean to touch him but at the same time he wanted his hands everywhere. Yet, they somehow found a home right near the curve of his ass.

Eyes scanned each other up and down, searching for something to say. Roman pulled away harshly, shaking his head. "Get out." He said as he turned away, facing his desk.

"Ro.. I'm sorry." Dean tried to tell him as Roman moved away. He was sorry really. He shouldn't of put his hands on him and Roman shouldn't of let him.

"Dean get out." Roman said again, unable to turn around. "Please."

"I.." Dean should go. He really should but.. he couldn't. He couldn't just leave whatever this was between them lingering in the air like this. He made a bold move. Dean stepped behind him, and reluctantly, reached forward to hold Roman at the waist. Roman stiffened, doing absolutely nothing but he didn't move either. He wrapped both arms now, moving into snug against Roman's back. Dean breathed against him, inhaling his scent. Oh what a scent it was too. Familiar, musky, yet light. Something uniquely Roman, and it was a scent he missed so much.

He felt Roman's hands on top of his, but it wasn't to pull Dean off, they were holding Dean's hands that were holding onto him. Dean laced them with his own, and they just stayed like that for a while. Holding onto each other in Roman's office. Dean wanted to say so much to him, to tell Roman that he was sorry, to explain himself further. But first, they needed this. They needed to get past the brick houses they built up first before they could move on.

If they ever could.

"We need to talk." Dean whispered against Roman's ear, still keeping him close to his body. He didn't want Roman running away from this. He needed to hear it. And Dean needed to let this out.

"I have clients, Dean i don't have time-" This time it was Dean's turn to cut him off.

"Not now." Dean realized he had to get back to work too. "I mean this weekend. I'll meet you somewhere and we can talk it out. There's so much i wanna say. Please Roman, just say yes." He felt Roman slump against him, but it was okay, but Dean was holding him tight.

"What about your fiancee?" Roman wondered, "What will she think?"

"She won't know. This isn't about her. It's about you and me. Whattdaya say?"

Roman was supposed to take Seth out this weekend but for some reason he felt that this needed to be dealt with first. He was never going to figure out why Dean hurt him when they were so in love if Dean didn't explain.

"Fine." He said as he pulled away from Dean, straightening his clothes. "Saturday. Meet me at where Patrica's used to be. In my old apartment at 8pm."

"I'll be there." Dean said softly.

They look at each other one last time before he exited the office.

Seth was walking home from work at the school when he got a phone call. He thought it was Roman telling him that he was waiting for him at his place, but in all actuality it was his friend and fellow teacher Randy Orton. Seth smiled as he answered. "Randy. Hey. Did i leave something on your desk again?"

"Just my heart." Randy played with him. "No you didn't i actually umm.. I just wanted to call and see if you're okay? You seemed upset today coming from lunch."

Seth found himself blushing at Randy's care for him, "Yeah I'm okay. I was just a little flustered. Nothing too serious." He couldn't go on and tell Randy that he was upset about his best friend talking about his ex who happened to be his current boyfriend now could he?

"Well good. You know how much i worry about you." Seth believed him. Randy was a great guy. Single. Bi-sexual. He would always try asking Seth out. They did go on a few dates but soon after they started dating, Seth ran into Roman. He tried juggling both men at first, but he ended up telling Randy that Roman was the one he wanted. Randy was upset at first but in the end he told Seth that he just wanted him to be happy. And Seth was extremely happy with Roman. Randy was sweet and everything good in a guy but... when it came to Roman, Randy just didn't compare.

"Aww. You care about me Orton?" Seth feigned innocence. There was a hint of flirtation in his voice too.

"You already know i do. Where are you headed?"

"I'm going over to my boyfriend's house now." Seth said honestly. "It's movie night."

"Ahh." Seth could almost hear the disappointment in Randy's voice. "Does he know how lucky he is?"

Seth stopped in front of Roman's house and started smiling. Sometimes Randy took him off his feet with his kind words and honesty. He pushed some hair behind his ear and breathed in softly, "I'm sure he does." Seth couldn't stop grinning. "I'll see you at school tomorrow right?" He asked, not realizing he was biting his lip.

"Definitely." Randy said back. "Have a good night Seth."

"Have a good night Randy."

A/N: Ambreigns setting up a secret meeting. Good thing or bad thing? Seth smiling like a school girl for a guy that isn't his boyfriend. Good thing or bad thing? I told you guys i'd leave it off in a less cliff hanger place and i have. I hope one day i can bring this back from hiatus and more people will love it. Thanks for reading, i love you all. - Melle.