woo, new update! heavy on the rolleigns in this chapter, be warned.
Roman woke up with a soft groan, his grey eyes fluttering open and squeezing shut when bright sunlight hit him. He opened his eyes back up a few moments later, and he chuckled when he saw Seth was still curled up on top of him. After a few seconds of helpless wiggling and writhing, he came to the conclusion that Seth wasn't budging. Roman shook his head and reached out, grabbing his phone from his nightstand. Still no text from Dean, to his dismay.
Roman was worried. It wasn't like Dean to leave as suddenly as he did. If anything, it'd be Seth to leave for no rhyme or reason, but Dean...he just didn't do that. Roman had sent Dean countless messages, asking if something was wrong and if he was okay, but he got no reply. Which was another thing that worried him. Dean always replied, even if it was "I'm fucking fine, leave me the fuck alone," Roman got answers. He just found Dean's silence unnerving. Maybe he was being paranoid. Maybe Dean really did have to do something for his mom, and he just forgot to text back. He had a habit of forgetting things, and this was probably just one of those moments.
Maybe he was being too damn worried about Dean. The Ohio native had proven to be independent, and he made it clear to Roman that he didn't need the older teen hovering around him every second of the day. Yet that didn't stop Roman. From the day he met Dean, Roman had always admired him. He was cocky, and brash, but he was also shy and vulnerable at times, and Roman fell for the whole package. Yes, that included looks. Roman never knew he had a thing for dimples until he met Dean. Roman only fell further as he got closer to Dean, and the blue-eyed boy opened up like a book to him.
The younger teen came from a bad family, both of his parents were druggies and alcoholics and they didn't know the first thing about raising a child. That's how Dean ended up in an adoption home when he was seven, courtesy of the cops. He wasn't adopted till he was eleven. Dean wasn't exactly a "people person," - he still isn't, some things never change - so not many potential parents wanted a child like him. Then Kathy and Stephen came along, and they adopted Dean. He didn't move to Florida until he was thirteen, and the rest of the story is a Roman-and-Seth-filled-history.
Speaking of Seth, the little rock finally started to stir. It took a few minutes, but he finally sat up, and his dark hair was sticking up in every direction. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, smiling when he saw the big smile on Roman's face.
"What's so funny?" Seth asks, slapping Roman's arm lightly when the bigger teen chuckled. It was a friendly slap, though. That smile of Roman's was too gorgeous to be mad at.
"Your hair," Roman rasped, his voice low and hoarse with sleep. Seth nearly melted on the spot. "It's all messy, kid." Roman reached up and pushed some of the strands out of Seth's face, and in a valiant effort to calm the mess that was Seth's hair, he got his fingers stuck.
Seth let out a rather unmanly squeak and pushed at Roman's hand. "Roman," He whined, both of his hands coming up to grasp at Roman's wrist as the older's hand began pulling at his tangled hair. "Let go! It hurts!"
Roman sat up and began untangling his fingers from Seth's hair. Seth would whine or whimper every time Roman pulled a bit too hard, and his fingernails were sinking into his wrist. The larger teen growled slightly and used his free hand to grab both of Seth's wrists. "Clawing and crying isn't going to help," Roman said quietly, earning a frightened nod from Seth. "Calm down. Now."
Seth didn't make a noise after that. He just sat, silently, and let Roman untangle his fingers. Roman had never got so...mean with Seth. As much as he hated to admit it, Seth was kinda scared. Roman was supposed to be a gentle giant, all big and sweet and loving, not growling and scowling. The older teen finally untangled his fingers from Seth's hair, after a couple minutes of stifled whimpers. "Thanks," Seth said softly, rubbing his head.
Roman sighed softly and ruffled Seth's hair before letting his hand drift down to wrap around the back of Seth's neck. "Hey, hey, look at me," Seth's big brown eyes looked up at Roman tentatively, and Roman smiled. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad, you were in pain," His voice was soft, and the way his big hand drifted over his face was even softer. "It's okay."
Seth opened his mouth as if to say something, but only a soft breath escaped. He'd finally realized just how close Roman was to him, and that he was fucking cradling his face. The younger teen figured that it was as good a time as any to do what he was going to do, so, with a brief look at Roman's full lips, he leaned forward and kissed his best friend, full on the lips. Roman's lips were still for a bit longer than Seth liked, but when they finally started moving Seth felt his heart flutter. They kissed and kissed for what felt like forever to Seth (or at least, his lungs), and it was obvious that Roman knew what he was doing. Why he was doing it with him, Seth didn't know, but he was going to take full advantage of it.
Roman's lips were soft, and as plump as they looked, but Seth wanted a little more. His hands, which had been sitting dormant in his lap, came up to tangle in Roman's long, dark hair, and he gave a small tug to test the waters. Roman didn't seem to do anything protesting it, so Seth assumed he could do it again. He tugged once more, a bit harder this time, and heard some kind of deep, muffled noise escape Roman's mouth. The older teen's hands drifted down from Seth's shoulders, and for a fraction of a second Seth thought Roman was gonna pull him closer.
Then he remembered that Roman was a functioning human being.
Roman pushed Seth back with a hand on his chest while simultaneously backing away. "Seth, what...?" Roman's red, kiss-swollen lips were parted, and he was panting softly. Seth would've kissed him again if he was sure he wouldn't be shoved off the bed, or worse...
"Fuck, Roman, I'm sorry! I was, uh...you were so close! And I..." Seth stumbled over his own words, looking at Roman helplessly.
"It's...just forget it, okay? Whatever," Roman muttered, getting off his bed and walking towards his door. He stopped, his hand on the doorknob, and looked at Seth. "If you want, we'll talk about it later, alright?"
Seth just nodded and watched Roman leave his room.
What the hell was that?
Roman got to the bathroom in record speed, locking himself inside and sitting with his back against the door. Seth kissed Roman. Lips-on-lips, and Roman could've sworn he felt a little tongue. He felt like he needed to take a shower, like he'd just done the dirtiest thing in existence.
Maybe it's because you just kissed your best friend, you stupid fuck.
To be fully correct, it was Seth who initiated it. Yeah, Roman kissed back a little, but that didn't matter as much. What mattered was the fact that Seth wanted to kiss him, and he didn't push him away right as he did it. Problem was, Roman didn't feel the need to push Seth away. By no extent did it feel natural, but he wasn't as disgusted as he should've been that he just kissed the guy that's pretty much his little brother. It was like metaphorical incest. That's what irked Roman.
Roman wasn't going to hesitate to admit that Seth was cute. He had a nice smile, and the sweetest personality ever, his butt was a thing of beauty, and now he knew that the smaller teen was an awesome kisser and that didn't help Roman's case at all. But, all in all, Roman just didn't feel that way about Seth, not the way he felt about Dean. Now Dean, if he was to kiss him...good luck getting Roman away. Roman sighed and rested his face in his hands. He kissed Seth, Seth kissed him, they fucking made out on his bed, and Roman didn't feel completely weird about it.
Seth was probably just messing with him. He was sweet and stuff, but he had the sickest sense of humor Roman had ever experienced. Maybe this was just another one of Seth's stupid little tricks, and he was gonna go in his room and Seth would be laughing his ass off and pulling the "no homo" card on him. That soothed Roman for about five seconds, until he remembered that Seth was the shittiest actor ever and he'd never be able to pull off such flustered behavior without cracking at least a hint of a smile.
"Fuck," Roman mumbled, his head lolling back and connecting with the bathroom door with a dull thud. He heard knocking, and dismissed it almost instantly, but shot up to his feet as he realized that only Dean would be there that early. He rushed out of the bathroom and jogged to the front door, smiling at Dean as he opened it. "Hey," Roman breathed out.
"Hey," Dean said quietly. "Is Seth here?" He asked, trying to look over Roman's shoulder.
"Yeah, he's in my room," Roman answered quickly, earning a nod from Dean. "Hey, so, uh...why didn't you answer me yesterday? I was kinda worried."
"Aren't you always?" Dean chuckled, walking into the house with Roman. "But really, dude, I really had to help my mom. Trevor did something and I had to watch the house while her and Stephen were out." Which was a dirty lie on Dean's part, but Roman didn't need to know that.
Roman nodded and followed the way to his room. "So, you were alright?"
"Yes, mother," Dean smirked and earned a light swat in the gut from Roman before they walked in his room.
Seth jumped slightly as they walked in, but calmed down once he saw Dean. Roman looked pretty chill, too, so he took that as a good sign. "You owe me," Seth stated, pointing at Dean.
"What? Why?" Dean asked, looking between Seth and Roman.
"Big guy over there went all momma-bear yesterday. Kept asking if you were alright, kept looking at his phone. It was annoying." Seth answered, glancing over at Roman for a second. The oldest teen had his arms crossed, and was looking anywhere that wasn't Seth.
"Momma bear, huh?" Dean laughed lightly and threw an arm around Roman's shoulders. "Nice to see someone cares." Dean pinched Roman's cheek, and Roman smiled and pushed him away.
"Cares a bit too much if you ask me," Seth muttered under his breath, but he still earned a dark look from Roman.
Low blow was all that came to Roman's mind. He sat on his bed, as far away from Seth as he could possibly get, and immersed himself in the conversation taking place. He was still replaying he and Seth's kiss in his head, though, and somewhere in his clouded and confused mind, Roman came up with one thought.
Seth's lips were really soft.
well. we got ourselves an insatiable little sethie, a conflicted roman and a clueless dean. we'll see how that kiss turned out later, i promise! reviews are welcomed with open arms!