Warning: homophobic slurs in this chapter, many of them. If it triggers you, please don't read!

"Hey Ro?" Dean called Roman's name as he shifted to lay completely in his arms. They were on the couch watching some bad horror flick and Roman was eating popcorn with one hand, and holding Dean with his other. It was domestic bliss honestly.

"Yeah monkey?" Roman said back with a mouth full of popcorn.

"Do you think we'll be together forever?" Dean looked back at Roman for an answer. He saw Roman still, then looked down at him with the biggest goofiest smile on his face. Dean's cheeks flushed as he smiled back at his boyfriend, "what?" Dean said back, embarrassed. "It was just a question."

"Indeed it was." Roman smiled, tossing another popcorn in his mouth. "Are you saying you want forever with me?" Roman's question made Dean nervous. The thought of being with one person for his entire life scared him. He didn't know how to answer that. But what he did know was that if it had to be forever with someone.. he would want it to be with this man, with the steel gray eyes and his inviting smile. Forever with someone was scary, but Roman made it a little less frightening.

"I don't know." Dean said honestly, "Maybe." worried blue eye met gray. What he thought was going to be anger from Roman, was actually a smile. Roman put a popcorn in his mouth holding it with his teeth. He leaned down and Dean caught it, swallowing the popcorn with a kiss to Roman's lips.

"One day that maybe is gonna turn into yes." Roman pecked Dean's lips again then just held Dean tighter against him. Dean's lips curved into a smile as his head laid perfectly on Roman's chest.

What Roman didn't know was that he wished he could change his own mind, and one day make that maybe a yes, too.

xxx

Dean got home later that day and slammed the door shut. He had finally turned his phone on in the car to thirty four missing calls from Renee. Hell even one from Seth. (which he would not be responding too.) He went straight to his fridge and got out a can of coca cola. The top opened with a crack and sizzled before Dean forced the dark liquid down his throat. He did his best not to think about Roman since he left, but honestly his best wasn't cutting it. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew Roman was feeling guilty about what he said. He most likely didn't mean it but still, Dean took offence to that. Especially after admitting that he loved him. Dean sighed, feeling like a complete fucking idiot.

A fucking idiot still in love with his ex.

He decided to go upstairs to change. Being in the same clothes that conveniently reeked of Roman's cologne probably wasn't a good idea. He took one step at a time, slowly, trying not to wake Renee. Dean passed his study to go to the bathroom, but he stopped suddenly, walking backwards towards the room. The door creaked as Dean pushed it open. There he found Renee, sitting in the middle of the room, picking at Dean's carpet.

"Babe? Is everything alright?" Dean kneeled down to her level, cupping her shoulders as he surveyed his destroyed room. Renee looked up at him, tears swoll in those hazel eyes as she handed him a piece of a ripped up picture. It was the one of Dean and Roman. His mouth hung open in fear. Fuck. He knew he shouldn't of left it under his pillow. But sleeping with it at night made him feel.. happy. But now?

Renee knew. She fucking knew.

"Renee.. I can explain." Dean looked around and noticed that Renee had found the box too. The box that was deep in the back of his closet. The one full of memories, love notes, pictures of him and Roman. The one he just couldn't throw away. Dean leaned forward to take the pictures from her, but Renee just jerked back, putting them all together before she put them in an envelope. All of them.. except one.

"You know out of all these pictures of you and this... fag." Her words slurred, she had obviously been drinking. "This is the one i love the most." Her hand slammed the picture on carpet right near Dean's knees. Her two middle fingers then slid it across, so Dean could pick it up. It was he and Roman at a costume party. They went as Captain America and Bucky Barnes (the winter solider). Roman's idea for a couple costume. Dean's costume had a poster that came with it that said "His Captain." pointing at Roman. While Roman's said "His Solider." pointing at Dean.

He gulped as he looked at the picture and thought of the memory. Placing the picture down on the carpet, Dean looked up at her sternly. "He isn't a faggot, Renee." His words came out like ice. Cold. Hard. "He's bisexual like me." Dean made it clear that she realized what she was saying. Implying that Roman was gay meant that he was gay too. Although he's been with guys it's not what Dean identified as. He was bi. Drunk or not Renee needed to get it right.

"I couldn't even get you to do a pirate and wench costume with me. Yet you're 'his' captain huh?" She laughed, looking out towards the rising sun. "I could really use another drink right now." She slurred her words, shaking her head as her hazel eyes glanced at the horizon.

"It was Roman's idea, Ren. I swear. I was a bigger build back then. He practically forced me into that costume." That was a lie. But he needed to make Renee feel better somehow. He couldn't let her know that they planned that costume for months, or that it was a big hit at Seth's costume bash. He couldn't let her know that after, Roman had fucked him on the balcony of the hotel in his costume.

Somehow he didn't think Renee would understand that.

Renee looked at him now, her eyes a little sympathetic, "You were with a man for two years and didn't tell me."

Dean nodded, "Yeah i was."

"You're gay?"

"No I'm not." He reiterated.

"Hmm." She gulped, softly touching her neck, then exhaling sharp.

"Renee look." Dean exhaled, getting up so that he was seated directly next to her instead. "I won't lie to you. Roman and i dated for two years back in law school. He.. I loved him. We loved each other. But things were starting to get really heavy and serious between us so.. i left him. He never got over it, and apparently neither did i."Dean tried to take her hand to comfort his sad fiance, she let him, but only for a second before she pulled away, "I didn't tell you because i never came to grips on how we ended. I wanted to start over with you without bringing my baggage along for the ride. I know i should've told you-"

"YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME? THAT'S ALL I GET?" Without warning Renee slapped him hard across his face. Dean's jaw set as his head turned from the velocity. He looked back at her, forcing his entire body to go ramrod stiff. "IS THAT ALL I GET DEAN?" She slapped him again and Dean clenched his fingers, breathing hard as he took slap, after slap after..

SLAP.

"Renee!" Dean grabbed her by the hands so she would stop hitting him. "I'm trying to explain myself!"

"FUCK YOU. I DON'T WANT YOUR EXPLANATION." She pushed from him hard, "You're a liar and a cheater. YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME THAT YOU WERE FUCKING A MAN FOR TWO YEARS OF YOUR LIFE. YOU OWE ME AT LEAST THAT MUCH." Her hazel eyes turned wild as she gave him a barrage of slaps to his face, making him cherry red, like a tomato. Dean didn't hit her back, but he did push her away.

"I OWE YOU NOTHING. My past is MINE." Dean got up, walking off towards their room. Renee was hot on his heels, running to catch up with him. They both made it inside the room, and Dean's eyes widened as he saw his suits thrown everywhere, his drawers tossed all over their floor and his colonges, jewelry... everything in shambles.

"This is what you do when you find out about an ex huh?" Dean turned towards her, his voice laced with anger. "All my fucking suits ruined because you're jealous of an old relationship? You're fucking bright Renee." He walked over to the closet and looked for something else to wear. Hoping that things would calm down between them, Dean started picking up his clothes.

"We both know there's nothing'old' about your relationship. Seth told me everything. How you two set up a secret meeting behind my back. How you've been out all night getting your ass handed to you by another man." Renee was right behind him now, still angry as all hell, "And you wanna bring that queer shit in our HOME? WE'RE GETTING MARRIED DEAN, AND YOU HAVE A KEEPSAKE OF YOU AND THAT FAGGOT IN MY HOME?" She was screaming at the top of her lungs now, going crazy. "A FUCKING ENTIRE BOX OF MEMORIES OF YOUR PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIP WHERE WE LAY OUR HEAD? BUT NO.. I'M THE CRAZY ONE. I'M THE IDIOT. NO DEAN! THE FUCKING JOKES ON YOU BECAUSE I BURNED EVERYTHING. EXCEPT YOUR FAGGOTS PICTURES!"

"FUCK RENEE STOP FUCKING CALLING HIM THAT. IF ROMAN'S A FAGGOT..." Dean calmed down a tiny bit, pushing Renee back, out of his face. "Then I'm a fucking faggot too." He turned and grabbed a duffel bag, throwing most of his clothes (that he could salvage) inside of it. Renee got up off the floor and tried to grab the bag from him.

"You're not leaving me Dean!" She cried. "You will be nothing without me!"

"Get off!" Dean grabbed the bag from her forcefully, pushing Renee on the bed. "I am leaving. Until you calm your drunk ass down."

He turned to go, but he heard Renee start to sob behind him. Dean closed his eyes, trying to calm down. He hated to hear her cry. Her one source of pain right now was him. Dean felt so guilty. But they were becoming volatile towards each other and he didn't want that. He loved her, despite everything that happened here today. His heart clambered against his chest as he turned around to look at her.

"You won't make it far." Renee told him through tears. "I froze your account." She was sniffing to the point where Dean could hear the mucus being sucked back up her nose.

"I figured you would." Dean sucked in his lips, looking down. "I'm sorry Renee. For not telling you."

"You're not sorry for not telling me. You're sorry you got caught."

Dean said nothing in return. He just shook his head.

"Where will you go?" She said softly, breathing in and out heavily as tears started to flow.

"Right now?" Dean turned away from her, opening the door, "Anywhere but here." he said back, closing the door behind him.

Seth just got done finishing up lunch in the teachers lounge when he saw Randy staring at him. Seth smiled back at him. They haven't spoken since that night, and Seth really wanted to know why. He got up with his granny smith apple in hand, walking over to his friend.

"You were staring so i decided to come over and see how you were." He sat down at the table with Randy, taking a huge bite of his green apple. "So how are you? We've barely spoken since well.."

Randy looked down at the mention of that night. The things that he and Seth did, that conveniently Seth didn't remember. It was eating at him, but he couldn't just spring it on Seth. He wouldn't know how to handle it. But how could he not have remembered calling out his name in pleasure when Randy went deep? How could he not remember rolling onto the floor together drunkenly as their sex got wilder and downright kinky?

How could he not remember?

"I just need my space right now is all. Don't want you getting drunk around me again when it's convenient for you, then kissing me and.." Randy stopped himself from saying anything else. He rolled up the sleeves of his gray button up dress shirt, revealing his tattoos.

"Randy.." Seth watched his blue eyes go from ice cold to gooey in seconds when their eyes connected. Seth didn't mean to make Randy feel like this. It's just that he and Roman weren't in a good place right now and everything was just.. fucked up. He wished he could remember what really happened that night. But every time he tried to remember he drew a blank.

"I'm sorry i don't remember that night.." Seth whispered. "I'm even more sorry that i keep hurting you." He frowned. Randy did truly deserve better. He looked around the room making sure no other teachers were watching them before he put his hand on top of Randy's. The gesture made Randy smile and that's exactly what Seth was hoping for. "I don't ever mean to hurt you Randy." Seth spoke softly, caressing his hand.

"I.." Fuck. Randy was a pile of heated chocolate when it came to this man. He couldn't help it. He wanted him. So bad. "I know you don't." He said back with a growing smile.

"Come to my place tonight. Just me and you. No talk about Roman, no alcohol either." Seth giggled lightly, "We can watch movies and just really talk. Please say yes?" A soft bite of his bottom lip made Randy wild. Seth didn't know what he did to him. His control over him was so evident to anyone but Seth himself.

Randy looked down at the hand caressing his own and he contemplated on what to do. Seth was still with Roman as far as he knew and his feelings for Seth were just rising with each passing day. He didn't know if he could be in such close proximity with him and not want to kiss his face off. But Seth was his friend and Randy could try at least. For him.

"You promise me there will be no talk of anyone but you and me?"

"I promise." Seth smiled, "So is that a yes?"

"That's a yes." Randy smiled back at him then leaned over the table to take a bite of Seth's apple. The bite slid into his mouth and Seth smirked as they looked at each other.

"You're such an ass for that!" He laughed lightly, feigning shock.

"You love it though." Randy winked at Seth then got up. "See you tonight babe."

Seth blushed at the 'babe comment. "I'll see you tonight.. you ass."

Later that night: 1:00am

Dean didn't know what he was doing there.

For the reasons laid out for him by this man not two days ago, he shouldn't be here. But he had nowhere else to go. Besides the money in his pocket, Renee took everything and since he wasn't talking to Seth... this was his last place to turn.

Well that was a lie.

He had many friends he made in law school, he could go crash with one of them. They would understand that he and Renee were fighting and they'd let him stay with them without any questions. He also had almost 2,000 in cash in his wallet, he could stay at a hotel. The real reason he was here, in this place, at his door right now was because he wanted to be.

The epicenter of all the drama that was happening in his life right now was him. Everything was so perfect until he showed up in that cake shop. Making Dean lose control. Making him feel things he hasn't felt in years.

Roman.

Three knocks on the door and he waited. He didn't even know if he was home. Didn't even know if he was walking into one big giant mistake either, but it was worth a shot. Dean started to get worried when no one opened the door. He looked around aimlessly before he heard footsteps approach, and the door being opened.

It opened very slowly, and there stood Roman. A shocked look splayed across Roman's face when he noticed that it was Dean standing in his door way. "Dean?" Roman spoke softly, looking around to make sure that this was legitimate and not some weird dream. "W-what are you... how did you get this address?"

"Hey." Dean said back nervously, rubbing at his nape. "It's umm.. it's not a private house so it was listed in yellow pages."

Roman raised his eyebrow but nodded acceptingly. "Okay..." He licked his dry lip then looked back at Dean. He was wearing the same clothes that he had on when they met on Saturday. Which meant he either never went home or judging by the big black duffel bag.. Renee kicked him out. "What's going on Dean? The way you left on Saturday.. i thought i'd never see you again."

"Can.. we talk?" Dean finally met his eyes. He could see the worry Roman held for him in his own. Nervously he stepped forward so they were face to face and he saw Roman nod. The samoan man opened the door for them both, and Dean made his way inside with Roman right behind him.

He slammed his porch door shut, then his house door. After he turned to look at his ex, who was currently standing in his living room.. nervously.

"Here." Roman took Dean's duffel bag off his shoulder. The gesture surprised Dean, but he let him take it, and Roman put it in the corner near his closet. Dean stood there awkwardly, rubbing his shoulders for warmth. Roman watched for a second before taking a quilted sheet from his linen closet and handing it to him. It swooped around Dean, giving him the warmth he was so direly searching for.

"So..." Dean said softly.

"So?" Roman said back just as soft.

"We can talk now.. if you want." Dean looked down, preparing himself. Hopefully his talk with Roman wasn't going to be as bad as his talk with Renee. He prayed it would be better.

"How about we do that in the morning?" Roman offered with a small not really there smile. "You look like you could use a shower and some sleep."

"You know me too well." Dean laughed by himself and he saw Roman nod, then look away.

"The bathroom is upstairs to the left. Next to it you'll see the guest room. You can turn the heater up if you want." Roman said softly, "Goodnight Dean."

He turned away, but the sound of Dean's voice stopped him. "Hey umm.. thank you Ro." Dean said before Roman reached the stairs. Roman's back was turned so Dean couldn't see him smile.

"You're welcome." Dean saw Roman look back at him, then head up the stairs.

Roman left after that. Dean could hear a door open, then close but no lock. He looked towards the stairs then started walking up them, slow at first; his eyes took in the deep mahogany wood, that Roman obviously put together himself. He slid his fingers up it then stopped when he reached the top.

To the left. He remembers Roman saying. Dean followed directions and indeed there was a bathroom there. He opened the door, and came into the best looking bathroom he'd seen in awhile. Marble countertops, carpeted floor. He turned to look at the clear shower curtain with a smile. It wad obviously a nod to Roman's love of horror movies. He loved the parts when the dumb blonde would be showering and BAM! out pops Michael Myers or someone killing said blonde because she was too damn dumb to look through her shower curtain.

As Dean started to take off his clothes he started to think about all the times they showered together back then. Early morning, late nights. It didn't matter. They were like one person at one point. Taking showers together in the mornings, brushing their teeth together, meeting up for lunch. And not once did Dean feel smothered by Roman's presence like most couples did after awhile. There were times when he would annoy him, but he never not wanted him around.

That's why he had to leave.

It felt too good to be true, too safe. Once he realized marriage was on their horizon he couldn't.. He just couldn't stay.

Dean stood under the hot water and closed his eyes. He breathed deeply through his nose, letting all the tension and stress leave him. Roman's shower must've had magical powers or some shit because Dean was feeling great. His blonde hair tossed back as he soaped it up, then rinsed it off, giving him that curly feel he loved so much. He turned the shower off, then came out, grabbing a fresh towel. He dried himself off then grabbed his dirty clothes, taking them with him to the guest room.

He entered it, and on the bed he found a shirt, and pjs laid out for him. Roman must've put it out for him while he was in the shower. He put the pjs on, but not the shirt. Even though it smelled so good just like Roman always did... he just didn't feel like wearing one right now.

Dean got in the guest bed and laid back against the pillows. It felt comfortable and the bed practically molded to his body. But everytime he tried to close his eyes he just couldn't fall asleep.

Roman was right there, in the next room. The man he loved was so close, but still so far away. Dean looked towards the guest room door, sighing. heart pounding, he said "fuck it" as he got up, opening the door and started walking towards Roman's bedroom.

He knew this wasn't a good idea with how they ended things the last time but.. something was calling for him to go. He didn't know if was his head or his his heart.

He just needed this.

Dean stopped in front of Roman's room, and slowly he opened the door. Roman was sleeping on his side facing towards the door. Dean came all the way in then closed the door (very softly) behind him. He got in bed, on Roman's left, to where his back was facing him. Dean got comfortable and slowly he wrapped his arms around him, legs too... and in about five minutes...

Dean was sleeping.

xxx

When Roman woke up with strong arms around him, he automatically knew who it was. His warmth was never like anyone else. His needy, legs and arms everywhere nature was nothing short of sweet, kind and a little boisterous. Roman opened his eyes, then turned seeing Dean sleeping next to him. His legs had him in a vice grip and his arms hooked across Roman's stomach. It felt familiar. Like they were living in a weird alternative timeline where they were still together. And still very much in love.

"Hey monkey.. wake up." Roman said as he turned, caressing Dean's face softly. Dean smirked with his eyes still closed, holding onto Roman's hand that was on his face. His softly kissed Roman's finger with his eyes closed, making his samoan counterpart smile.

"Monkey... I haven't heard that name in years." Dean opened his eyes slowly and saw Roman smiling as he looked at him.

"Sorry the way you're were tangled in me. It brought me back to the name i used to call you." Roman's cheeks flushed as his smile grew wider.

"I hated that name." Dean lied. Their bodies shifted so that Roman was on top of him.

"You loved that name."

"Nope i didn't."

"Lying liar who lies."

"Shut up Roman!"

"Make me!"

Roman's challenge made Dean pounce on him. He got on top of him and they pretended to fight until Roman's arms were locked above his head in Dean's hold. The moment Dean looked down at him and saw Roman bite his lip, he knew he was in for trouble. Dean's hands held him in place, each of his hips were on either side of Roman, making it physically impossible for him to move.

He could feel Roman growing harder underneath him. The air became tense, thick, laced with lust and desire. Dean could feel the head of Roman's cock laid perfectly near the crook of his ass. They looked at each other knowingly. Dean licked his lips as Roman started to scan his delectable body.

"I loved that name." Dean admitted as he looked down at Roman. His hold on Roman's arms went tighter and he could hear Roman grunt from the forcefulness.

"I know." Roman said back softly.

"I.. love you." Dean spoke again, softly releasing Roman's hands from his. Roman settled on the bed. His gray eyes fixated on Dean as his hands moved up to grip Dean's hips.

"I know." Roman said again.

"You feel it don't you?" Dean asked as his breathing started to become harsh.

"Yeah i do." Roman admitted. He sat up with Dean on top of him and pulled him close. Their bodies flush against each other Dean smirked, grabbing hold of the back of Roman's hair.

"If we do this.. there's no more running, Ro." Dean told him honestly as his soft pink lips ghosted over Roman's.

"For both of us." Roman countered slowly, fingers moving inside of Dean's pjs. "Are you ready for that?"

Dean smiled, "Yeah. I think i'm ready."

"Mine." Roman growled possessively, capturing Dean's lips in his own, and gave him a hard, searing kiss.

A/N: My boys have finally decided to stop running! And i think this is long overdue. Hmm what's gonna happen with Rollton now that they decided to have some sober fun? *wink wink* Renee girl.. you done lost your mind. But don't count her out just yet. After all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Also a lot of people are reading my fics and either leaving negative reviews and or not reviewing at all, It's not cool guys and i put once on hiatus because of it. If you don't want to read it, then don't, But do not tell me how to write my stories. If you got a problem with them there are tons of other stories out there, pretty much way better than mine. You can read theirs and be merry. But i won't take anymore negativity or disrespect to my writing. I've been quiet about it for too long. Lastly please don't forget to review, you are under no obligation to and are free to do read what you will but it does motivate writers when they see reviews on their updates. They don't shape my stories in any way, but positive reinforcement is a good practice everyone should preach. I'm not a popular writer on here and don't intend to be, but it would help alot if you guys gave me feedback and constructive* criticism. Please do this. Not just for me. ANY writer. Who knows. You just might brighten someone's day! - Melle.