warning: long chapter ahead. i decided to just go ahead and have the two main days that roman is gone in this chapter, and he'll be back in the next chapter.

Roman and his family had left at about 4 AM, and Roman had been sure to send Dean a text that he was leaving. The loud, obnoxious ringtone that Dean had assigned to Roman's contact woke him up from an otherwise peaceful slumber. The younger teen had half a mind to ask for instructions on how to take care of Seth (he was like a puppy or something; he needed someone to follow around and give him attention and get rid of his energy), but he opted to send 'If you ever wake me up again I'll shave your head' before falling back asleep.

Things had gone back to normal since the 'incident' between Dean and Roman. They had agreed that getting hard was a normal thing, and Roman had put a little extra pressure on Dean that one time, so the younger teen had little to no control over what - Dean, I swear to god, if you say it, Roman growled out in his newly-intimidating voice - popped up. Well, actually, Dean's exact words were, "Your butt's really nice and it was kinda bouncing on my dick," and he got cuffed on the back of the head. Life was normal from then on, aside from that lingering memory of how good Roman looked on top of him. That image soon turned into Seth, and Dean ended up having to take a cold shower at 11 at night. It was odd, really, having such dirty, almost naughty feelings toward both of his best friends. Dean brushed it off, though. Nobody was gonna know how he felt, why stress about it?

Dean was awoken for a second time, this time by some kind of weight landing on top of him, and he briefly assumed it was Kathy and Stephen's other son, Trevor. Then he remembered that Trevor was 13, and not 150 pounds of warmth and squish. Dean lifted his head and looked down at the dark hair that was spread across his chest, and the lithe body that was splayed out on top of him.

"Seth?"

"Hm?"

"What time is it?"

"'Bout ten o'clock."

"Who let you in?"

"Mrs. Kathy."

Dean chuckled and let his head fall back onto his pillow. For some odd reason, Seth had never stopped calling Dean's mom "Mrs. Kathy," even after she insisted he call her "Kathy." Roman had caught on, that people-pleasing bastard, but Seth was still sticking with "Mrs. Kathy," and Dean though it was adorable. It made him seem more innocent than he actually was, which was strangely attractive to Dean. Seth was all doe-eyes and sweet smiles and cluelessness and Dean couldn't stand it. And finally, final-fucking-ly Dean got to spend some time with Seth. There was no Roman to cling to, and Dean was going to enjoy the three days while he could.

"Did Roman leave?"

Dean inwardly sighed and brought a hand up to pet awkwardly at Seth's hair. "Yeah, he left around four."

"How do you know?" Seth asks, his chin now resting in the middle of Dean's chest, while the rest of his body was still strewn out on top of Dean's larger one.

"He texted me," Dean said simply, his hand leaving Seth's hair and tentatively resting on his hip. Seth didn't move, so Dean took that as a good thing. "Woke me up. I threatened to cut his hair." He chuckled as he imagined the shocked look that more than likely graced Roman's face.

"Did he say anything about me?" Seth raises his eyebrows, apparently disregarding the second thing that came out of Dean's mouth.

"Oh, yeah," Dean said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "He said that he didn't want to wake up the princess and that you needed your beauty sleep."

"You're an asshole," Seth muttered, sitting up while still straddling Dean's hips, and the older teen had to stop himself from groaning at the one sight that had plagued his mind all weekend. "He really didn't say anything about me? I didn't even get a text."

"Maybe he forgot." Dean tried to reason with Seth while ignoring the fact that the kid he was madly in love with was sitting on his dick. "It was early and Roman isn't a morning person."

Seth sighed and started playing with the hem of Dean's t-shirt. "Maybe..." He trailed off, his eyes drifting from his fingers to Dean's window. "Can we go to the beach?"

"What?" Dean chuckled, his eyes locked onto Seth's face. The younger teen looked serious, and Dean couldn't help but feel confused at how quickly Seth changed the subject. He didn't have to look out the window to know that it certainly wasn't a beach day; he could hear the light rain pelting against the roof, and the lack of light in his room proved that the sun wasn't making an appearance. "It's raining."

"Exactly," Seth said, rolling off of Dean's lap and onto the floor, somehow landing on his feet almost gracefully and walking to Dean's dresser. "No one'll be there. We'll have an entire beach to ourselves."

"I'm not going to the beach."

"Yes, you are," Seth says flatly, throwing a pair of board shorts at Dean. "We're gonna go, and we're gonna have fun, and you're gonna love it."

Dean didn't protest. Again, alone time with Seth. If he wanted to go to the beach, then Dean would go. Would he do it happily? Not entirely. But he'd go, because it's what Seth wants. Dean briefly wondered if Seth ever did stuff like this to Roman; wake him up by jumping in him and surprising him with impromptu trip to the beach. It seemed like something Seth would pull - he just fucking did it - but it seemed like it would work like a charm on Roman. He just didn't know how to say no to Seth.

The he drive to the beach was spent with Seth yelping every time they hit a bump, and Dean telling him to shut up. Seth hadn't gotten his license yet, and that was apparently the only test Dean did pass, so the older of the two would do the driving when Roman wasn't around. Dean's car wasn't anything special; it was an old Ford truck that Stephen had used for work about ten years prior, but it still ran like a dream. Seth all but threw himself out if the car when they finally got to the beach.

"I'm not that bad of a driver."

"Shut up."

Dean just chuckled as he sat down on the cool, damp sand. Seth was right; the beach was deserted aside from a few joggers and a mother that seemed to be struggling To get three kids in a minivan. It certainly wasn't beach weather, either. The air had a chill to it and the rain was coming down in a freezing drizzle. But neither of those factors seemed to bother Seth. He eagerly stripped off his shirt - it would've been hot to Dean if he didn't get hit in the face with the garment - and went romping into the water. It only took about five seconds in chest-deep water for Seth to come running back up onto shore.

"It's cold!" Seth all but squealed, yanking the towel Dean offered him out of the older teen's hand and drying himself off. "Really, really cold." Seth pulled on his shirt and dropped down next to Dean.

"I told you so."

Seth just smacked Dean's shoulder lightly before pulling his hair into a low bun. Luckily, it hadn't got wet. Long hair was a bitch to dry, and Seth had learned that since he decided not to cut it. The two of them sat in a comfortable silence for a good ten minutes, both just staring at the gentle waves lapping up against the sand. Seth's eyes eventually drifted to Dean's face, and the younger teen couldn't help but stare at the Ohio native.

He'd never really looked at Dean. At least, not in the way he looked at Roman, and Seth found himself comparing the two. Dean had sort of a boyish face, while Roman's had shaped itself out and had a definitive jawline. They both had really nice eyes (Seth was, admittedly, a sucker for nice eyes), and though they were stark differences, they both had nice hair. Dean had the cutest little dimples, too, but he hardly smiled enough for Seth to see them. And his smile, wow...it was adorable and hot and it made Seth's heart pound while simultaneously making it melt. His personality was quirky and eccentric and a little rough-around-the-edges, but it was like a magnet to Seth.

Alright, so maybe Seth's feelings for Dean weren't as friendly as he previously thought. So now he had things for both of his best friends? Great.

"Are you cold?"

"What?" Seth raised an eyebrow and focused his gaze back on Dean's face.

"You're shivering."

Oh. Seth hadn't realized that he was just about shaking like a leaf. "Uh, yeah, I guess I am."

"Here," Dean stripped off his hoodie, leaving him in a t-shirt and shorts, and handed the garment to Seth. The younger teen pulled it on quickly, but the cool air was still making his short-clad legs freeze.

"You wanna just go back to my house?"

They spent the rest of the day in the comfort of Dean's room. They alternated between watching old 80's movies (Dean had a thing for them, Seth didn't know why), and whatever wrestling pay-per-views that Dean had on DVD (there were a lot). At some point, Seth found himself sitting between Dean's parted legs, his back pressed against the older teen's chest while his head rested against his shoulder. Seth's excuse was that he was still cold; that worked on literally everyone. The older teen went right along with it, seemingly oblivious to Seth's completely bogus excuse to be wrapped in somebody's arms.

Roman and Seth sat like that often. Seth was kinda in love with that very position, especially when it was with Roman. Everything on Roman was big, from his chest to his arms and all the way down to his legs, he was huge compared to Seth, so sitting like that made Seth feel safe. But it was different with Dean. He wasn't as big, obviously, and his posture was a lot more relaxed than Roman's was. And his hands weren't as tentative as Roman's. Dean wasn't afraid to put his hands on Seth's abdomen, while Roman's would usually sit on his legs. In a way, Dean's embrace was better than Roman's.

"Seth, why are you staring at me?"

He really needed to stop doing that. "I dunno," Seth shrugged, one of his hands coming up to play with Dean's unruly mess of blonde curls. "You're easy to look at."

That smile that Seth liked made its way onto Dean's face - the one with the dimples. "Is that so?"

"Yup," Seth twirled a curl around his finger, his brown eyes locked onto Dean's blues.

The lightning strike outside was the only thing faster than the two teens as their lips came together for the first time. Seth was a little tense at first, while Dean quite simply melted into the gentle kiss. Once Seth got used to the fact that he was kissing Dean, he let himself sink further back into Dean's chest while his grip on Dean's hair tightened. The older teen's own hand had almost a death grip on Seth's shirt, but he didn't care. Hell, Dean didn't care if he ripped the damn thing clean off Seth's body, all he cared about was the fact that he was finally kissing Seth.

The wonderful kiss ended all too soon, though, and Seth pulled away with a wet smacking sound. His breath came in soft pants and his cheeks were flushed, and his brown eyes were still closed. The younger teen took a deep breath, and Dean was expecting to be yelled at, but all he got was another kiss. This one was harder, and a bit more rushed, but Dean enjoyed it all the same. Seth turned around and straddled Dean's lap, much like he had that morning, as his hands still gripped at Dean's hair. Again, Seth pulled away, but his words took all of the edge off of it.

"Can I sleep over tonight?"

Day Two.

Dean woke up before Seth did, and it gave him a few good minutes to remember the previous night with Seth.

They hadn't gone farther than some innocent little touches and some sloppy kisses. Dean waant quite sure how he managed to do what he did. He was almost completely sure that Seth found him revolting, and if it came down to it Seth would pick Roman over Dean. And now, after one night sans-Roman, they had made out for the better part of four hours. They stayed up until 3 AM, so it was no surprise that they'd slept in so late. The longer Dean looked at Seth, the more he started thinking. All of a sudden, Seth shows an interest in him. But why? It brought a whole slew of unpleasent thoughts to Dean's head as he imagined the circumstances.

Roman wasn't there. Seth had been a bit closer to Dean than usual, and Dean had caught Seth staring at him on more than one occasion. Seth had willingly kissed him. The youngest teen had admitted to Dean and Roman that he was bisexual, but he leaned toward girls. Yet Seth had never shown a prior interest in Dean. Now he was kissing the older teen. That had never happened when Roman was around. Even if he was in town, but he just couldn't meet up with Seth and Dean, Seth never acted the way he did the previous day. Then again, Roman and Seth were always on much better terms when Roman had to cancel on them. And now Roman was gone, Seth was without his best friend, and Dean had become a rebound of sorts.

Well, there goes the enjoyment of the night before.

Seth started to stir after a few minutes, his brown eyes fluttering open as he looked up at Dean. The younger teen's lips pouted as if he was confused, but he soon smiled and laughed lightly when he seemed to realize that he was with Dean.

"Oh my god..." Seth mumbled, burying his face in Dean's neck.

"Yeah," Dean chuckled, running a hand through Seth's hair while he stared at the ceiling.

"We made out last night," Seth said, picking his head up and looking at Dean. The older teen seemed almost embarrassed, and Seth thought it was kinda cute. "We, uh, we aren't gonna tell Roman about this, are we?"

"I don't see why we would," Dean muttered. "We just kissed no big deal." He gently moved Seth off of him, and sat up against his headboard.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"...was I good?" Seth's voice was soft and slightly childlike, and had no place in a discussion such as the one they were having.

Dean looked at Seth, the younger teen now sitting in front of him. "Yeah, you were good." Dean says, ruffling Seth's hair before reaching over to pick up his phone. As he expected, there was a text from Roman. Typical message, "Hey, checking out the school today. Leaving tomorrow. Be back late." Dean couldn't help but smile softly. Roman, as much as he dreaded the trip, was living his dream. He was getting the chance to to what he wanted to do, and Dean felt almost proud of his best friend.

"Roman?" Seth asks, his voice softer and more innocent than ever.

Dean looked up at Seth, and the smile on his face dropped as he saw the slight frown on Seth's. "Yeah," He says, tucking a piece of hair behind Seth's ear. "What even happened with you two? Y'all are best friends, and now you get sad whenever he's mention."

Seth looks down, his fingers twiddling nervously in his lap. "I kissed him."

"What?"

"I kissed him, Dean!" Seth looked even more defeated than before. "I kissed him, and he kissed back, and I'm pretty sure he hates me because he hasn't spoken to me since."

"You kissed him? Why?"

"Because I like him, Dean. He's...he's him, y'know? And we were really close, and his lips looked so good, and then we kissed and it was a really good kiss-"

"You're rambling."

"Fuck you," Seth pointed a finger at Dean. "But now he's ignoring me."

"Damn..." Dean trailed off, scratching his arm. Now those kisses last night really didn't mean as much. "That's, uh, that really sucks, dude."

"I know," Seth sighed. "He said we'd talk about it, but he hasn't said a word."

"He's been busy, Seth. He said he'll be back late tomorrow night, you guys can talk after he comes home."

Seth just nodded.

they kissed! they really kissed! good god, this chapter whipped my ass. i had to trash the entire day 2 part and the last part of day one. i stayed up until 2 am last night trying to finish this, but i couldnt muster up the energy. writer problems, y'all. reviews are welcome with open arms!