this...i don't know how to explain this.

"Mom!" Roman all but squealed, quickly grabbing his discarded shirt and pulling it over his head. "Don't you know how to knock?"

"I just came to tell you that Seth's here, so you should both get downstairs," Patricia said, pointing to the door.

"Why didn't he just come up here?" Roman asked, and Dean took a mental picture of Roman's bright red face, because he knew he'd never see it again.

"I gave him breakfast, you know he never turns down food," She waved her hand dismissively. "Downstairs. Now."

Dean and Roman both nodded, walking out of the room with Roman's mom following. Dean reached the steps and went downstairs, as he was asked to do, but Patricia stopped Roman at the top of the steps with a gentle hand on his arm. He looked down at her, his face still burning, but his skin just tinted a light pink. Patricia made that "I know you have something to say so say it," face, but Roman said nothing.

"You're keeping something from me," His mother said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't know what you and Dean were doing, but I do know that it requires some discussing. I'm not pressuring you into anything, but I do expect a follow-up." And with that, she turned to go down the stairs.

"We almost kissed," Roman said, just loud enough for Patricia to hear. "We almost kissed, and I wanted it to happen."

She nodded slowly, her face unchanged. "Was it the first time?"

"Well, with him, yes," Roman said quietly. "Me and Seth have kissed, but Dean and I haven't yet," Roman shrugged when he was done. "Nothing major, I guess."

Patricia nodded once more. "If you want to talk about it, ever, don't be afraid to come to me, okay?"

"Okay."

Roman's mom took it much better than Roman expected she would. He was imagining some kind of big, family discussion that involved 'discovering yourself' and 'feeling comfortable,' which would ultimately make him feel uncomfortable. But no, she just nodded and left the door open for discussion, and Roman assumed he would have to go through that door once Dean and Seth were gone. He wasn't exactly looking forward to that conversation, but he'd tolerate it if it meant getting some kind of advice.

He almost kissed his crush. Like, he could almost feel the pressure of Dean's lips on his, like some kind of phantom kiss. Dean didn't run away, so that's good. That's about one pro to around a thousand cons, and the odds certainly weren't in Roman's favor. So many things could've gone wrong had that not been Roman's mom walking into the room. Like, if his mom was Seth.

What would Seth think about that? Roman and Seth had their little thing going, but now that Roman knew Seth liked him, almost kissing Dean felt like he was cheating. Though, he and Seth technically weren't together. They just had their own little version of 'friends with benefits.' If Roman was to kiss Dean, it'd be a kiss, nothing Seth had to know (or worry) about. But Roman still felt...guilty.

He made his way downstairs, ruffling Dean's hair and stealing a piece of bacon off Seth's plate ("Roman," Seth had whined, sounding like he was seven). Dean looked normal, but every time he glanced over to Roman, he'd blush lightly. It was kinda cute, really.

"You're taking me to the movies today," Seth said, pointing a piece of bacon at Roman.

"Why?" Roman asked, leaning over the counter and taking a bite of the bacon Seth was holding.

"You asshole, don't eat my food!" Seth exclaimed. "But, to answer your question, Dean said 'no,' so you have to take me."

Roman looked over to Dean, and Dean shrugged. "I took it to the beach, it's your turn, dude."

"I'm not an it," Seth retorted, looking at Dean with a pout. And Dean, that little shit, pouted right back. "Movies." Seth pointed at Roman once more.

"Movies, here, because I'm not paying twelve bucks for some shitty superhero movie," Roman answered.

"Asshole," Seth muttered.

As much as Seth pretended to not want to, the three of them all ended up staying at Roman's house and watching movies. They somehow managed to all fit on Roman's bed, but it looked more like a game of Tetris than anything. Dean was laying across the foot of the bed while Roman laid normally, and Seth was curled up with Roman. Seth got to pick the movie, since it was 'pretty much his idea,' and Dean and Roman had to stomach watching Sixteen Candles for the ten thousandth time. Neither Dean nor Roman really paid much attention to the movie, but they chose to not pay much attention to each other either. Seth ended up falling asleep ten minutes into the movie.

All Dean could think of was Roman and the kiss that never was. He fucking wanted that kiss. Now, Dean adores Roman's mom, but walking in when he was about to kiss his incredibly gorgeous (and shirtless) best friend was the dick move to end all dick moves. Something about being so close to Roman just felt right. The older teen was all warm and loving and inviting and fuck if Dean didn't want some of that. His feelings for Seth hadn't diminished in any way, but he could feel his feelings for Roman growing fast. It was fucking terrifying to think of it, liking Roman, but it also felt more natural than liking Seth, which was terrifying in it's own right.

All Roman could think of was Dean. Just Dean. No Seth. Dean was so perfectly imperfect it pained Roman. He was being swallowed up by how strongly he felt about Dean, like Dean was quicksand and it's only intentions were to drag Roman under. Yet, there was Seth, like some kind of savior or something, pulling him out of the pit that was his crush on Dean. Seth was like some kind of angel. It wasn't fair.

Speaking of Seth, he started to stir about 15 minutes into his little nap, and Roman assumed he was waking up, until those lithe little hips of his started grinding on Roman's thigh. Roman instantly tensed, snapping himself out of his confused trance long enough to lightly kick Dean in the ribs. Dean looked over to Roman and opened his mouth to speak, until he noticed Seth.

"What's he doing?"

"I have an idea."

"What do you think he's dreaming of?"

"Do I really need to answer that?"

Dean laughed quietly and shook his head, crawling up to Roman and laying on the older teen's other side. It was quite a squeeze, but he managed. Seth, meanwhile, had gone from grinding to full-on bucking up into Roman's leg, his breath coming in soft pants against Roman's neck.

"Must be a real good dream," Dean mumbled, laying his head on Roman's shoulder. If you were to ask him, Dean wouldn't begin to deny that watching Seth have a wet dream was hot. Because, holy shit, it so was.

"Yeah," Roman breathed out, seemingly mesmerized my Seth's desperately bucking body. They both inhaled sharply when Seth fucking whimpered, his hips stilling for a short moment before rolling hopelessly once more. Roman's head lolled over to look at Dean, his lips parted in the most inviting way.

That innocent little movie day had gone from sleep to sex in about five minutes, and Dean had never been so thankful for someone being asleep. Dean slid a hand up and under Roman's shirt, laying his palm flat across the older teen's broad chest, much like he had that morning. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Roman.

"Please."

That's all it took. Dean surged upwards, his lips pressing against Roman's almost brutally. Roman tangled a hand in Dean's curly hair, earning some kind of beautiful, muffled noise from him. Dean drug his nails down Roman's chest and stomach, Roman arching up into it. They pulled away after a few more seconds, and after their kiss had calmed down. Seth, meanwhile, was still going at it, whatever his dream was, but there were a few things that came out of his mouth that had Roman and Dean forgetting about that first kiss they'd just shared.

"Roman...Dean...Roman, Dean, fuck!"

His hips stilled, his body stiffening, his breath calming, and he was coming. Roman could slightly feel the dampness against his leg. Dean propped himself up on his elbow, running a hand gently through Seth's hair. His eyes fluttered open, his lips curling into a sleepy smile as his eyes began to drift closed again. Then, as if he realized he was no longer dreaming, his eyes snapped open and he all but flung himself off Roman's bed.

"Did...did I...?"

Dean and Roman nodded.

"Against your leg?" Seth pointed to Roman.

"Yeah."

It was Seth who nodded, the youngest teen still sitting on the floor. "Can I borrow some shorts?"

WOO. wasn't that FUN folks? this kicked my ass, honestly. believe it or not, roman's mom was going to be seth, and we were gonna have a depressing as hell chapter, but i decided to give y'all this mess. reviews are welcomed with open arms!