How the fuck did they know?

Nobody even went to that part of the beach. The entire place was deserted, and Roman doubted they saw John's car anywhere. Unless, you know, they did...

Roman picked up his phone, and instead of texting Dean, he called him. The younger teen didn't answer the first time. Or the second time. The third time around, he answered, but he hung up as if he didn't mean to answer. Roman called Seth after that, knowing that they had to be together, or Seth at least knew what was up with Dean. Thankfully, Seth answered on the first try.

"Seth."

"Roman."

"What'd you see?"

"John's car."

"Where?"

"Your house."

"When?"

"A few hours ago, Roman," Seth said all-too-sweetly. "Y'know, when he was practically taking your pants off in your front yard."

Shit. John did pull his shorts down a little, didn't he? "Seth, look, it isn't what it looked like-"

"You don't know what I thought it was," Just by the tone of his voice, Roman could tell that Seth had that bitch face that he did on, and he most likely had the phone on speaker.

"The fuck I don't," Roman snapped, and god, did he hate himself for it. He never snapped on Seth. "You don't know what we were doing, okay. But you've never liked John because you thought he was dating me, and you're angry that he was hanging out with me. Seth-"

"Don't you fucking dare-"

"Are you jealous?"

"Absolutely not!" Seth exclaimed, but Roman knew he was lying.

"Jesus fuck, Seth, it's John. He's a self-centered asshole, I don't want any part of that."

"But I don't know that."

"I just told you," Roman groaned. "Look, you don't wanna listen to me? Fine. Awesome. Great. But I know you, and I know Dean, and I know that the two of you hate John with a passion, but there is nothing going on between us."

Seth didn't say a word.

"I liked John, I admit it. He was older and mature and he liked me, and I liked that. Now he'd just a dick," Roman admitted. "Think what you want. But I have no feelings for him."

Seth huffed over the phone, and there was some shuffling, some muffled talking, and the speaker was obviously turned off. Though, the voice in his ear wasn't Seth's, it was Dean's slowly deepening, raspy voice. "How do you feel about him?"

"What?"

"How do you feel about him?"

Roman sighed. "I liked him. A lot, actually..." He trailed off, a soft smile slipping onto his lips. "But not anymore." The smile was gone.

"What about us?"

"'Us' as in...?"

"Seth and I." It was quiet where Dean was; he either smothered Seth with a pillow or he was in the hallway.

"Well, uh..." Roman was thankful for being on the phone, because he was blushing. "I, um, y'know..."

"I don't know, Roman," Dean sounded so mature. It was weird. "Tell me the truth."

It took a few moments for Roman to let the words out. "I like you guys."

There was a soft gasp right in Roman's ear, and some more assorted noises, before Seth's voice returned. "Rome?"

"Hi, Seth."

"Can we come over?"

Roman looked at his clock; 7:48 PM. Thankfully, it was still light outside. A little. "Yeah."

Fifteen minutes later, two sets of fists were banging on his bedroom door. Roman opened it, and Seth was almost immediately latched onto him, legs and arms wrapped around Roman in a vice while his face hovered mere inches away from Roman's. Dean, meanwhile, closed the door and plopped down on Roman's bed, seemingly perfectly content with just watching Seth and Roman.

"You like us?" Seth's voice was eager, and his eyes held excitement that Roman hadn't seen since they were kids.

"Mhm," Roman mumbled, holding Seth up by the backs of his thighs, even though he didn't need to. "A lot."

Seth smiled and surged forward, pressing his lips to Roman's in an adorably excited kiss. Roman kissed back with just as much energy, his grip on Seth's legs subconsciously tightening. Seth made a soft little noise, and Roman felt Seth's tongue running along the seam of his lips shyly. Roman opened his mouth, feeling Seth's grip on his body tighten as their tongues tangled.

"Hey, assholes, I'm here too," Dean chimed in, Seth and Roman pulling away from each other. Roman chuckled, but Seth blushed and let go of Roman, dropping to the floor.

Dean didn't even stand up as Roman walked up to him and leaned down, his lips pressing against Dean's slowly but meaningfully. Roman had his hands on the sides of Dean's face, and Dean's hands were sliding from Roman's shoulders, down his back, and almost to his ass...

"Can we talk about this?"

Dean laughed full-on at Seth's obvious envy, and, without breaking eye contact with the younger teen, took Roman by the back of his thighs and yanked him up onto his lap. One of his hands grabbed a handful of Roman's hair, roughly yanking his head to the side. Roman made a noise a disapproval, but it was cut off as Dean kissed him again, this time less gentle but even more meaningfully.

"Dean, you stupid whore, we came to talk!" Seth whined.

Dean laughed as he pulled away from Roman. "Alright, alright, fine," He holds his hands up in mock surrender, smiling at Roman he slid off his lap, all flushed and flustered but with a small smile of his own.

"So, what'd you wanna talk about?" Roman asks, attempting to fix his hair, seeing as Dean had messed it all up.

"Us." Seth states, plopping down on the other side of Roman and falling back onto the bed.

"Oh, the liking thing?" Roman asks. Both Dean and Seth nod, and Roman continues. "Alright, well...y'all know how I feel."

"Yeah, but..." Seth seemed to have realized that there wasn't too much to talk about.

"You two like each other, right? And I like you guys," Roman shrugged. "No biggie. I guess we gotta smooth some things out, but I'm all good."

"You don't find the idea of being with two people weird?" Dean asks.

"Two man people?" Seth asks, sitting up and looking at Roman.

"Two boy people, Sethie, don't go getting your hopes up," Roman chuckles, ruffling Seth's hair. "And, honestly, no."

"Why not?" Seth looked beyond surprised by Roman, almost like he didn't want him to feel the way he did.

"It's not a big deal, Seth," Roman says. "Two guys, so what? It's the same as being with one, only there's, like, two."

"Nice job adding, honors student," Dean earns a half-hearted smack from Roman, and chuckles. "But really, I kinda expected you to be a little more reluctant."

"Nope," Roman says, laying back on the bed. "All good. I get two cute guys, my life is great."

Seth shakes his head, but smiles nonetheless, and Dean leans down and kisses Roman one more time.

"You're taking us to Randy's party next week, right?" Dean asks from the passengers seat, looking over at Roman, and nearly gasping.

They were going to the beach in Roman's new-but-not-really-new Jeep that had belonged to his brother, but was restored and given to Roman. It was originally supposed to be a birthday present, but it was still getting fixed at the time, so there they were, driving in Roman's month-late birthday present. They had the top down, and Roman had his hair down, and god damn did he look good.

He still had that glow to him. His eyes were shining, and his smile looked so much brighter. Seth had been yelling awful jokes for the entirety of the drive, provoking those impossibly perfect smiles from Roman. The oldest teen had seemed so much lighter since they'd come to the conclusion on their feelings. They weren't necessarily together, but they all had closure.

Dean was still having a hard time believing he got Roman and Seth. Speaking of, poor Seth had his hair down, probably attempting to achieve what Roman was doing, but only getting shoulder-length strands caught in his mouth. Which Dean couldn't help but laught at; how different Seth and Roman were, yet they fit together so perfectly.

"Yeah, I'm taking y'all," Roman says, making Dean remember he'd spoken.

"Awesome!" Seth exclaimed, the sounds of spitting soon following, hinting at the precense of hair in his mouth.

Roman laughed as he pulled up to the beach, parking the car before getting out and grabbing their towels out of the trunk. Dean and Seth followed as he walked to a more secluded part of the beach, which was a bit shadier with low-bent palm trees and less sand, meaning the waves rushed up a bit further on the shore. Neither Dean nor Seth had ventured to that part of the beach, so they were puzzled as to why roman was taking them there.

"Nice, huh?" Roman asks, laying down the big beach blanket he brought and sitting down on it. "It's clean, not too hot, quiet. I like it."

Seth nodded. "How'd you find this?"

Roman visibly tensed before continuing. "Just wandering around. Got bored." The way he said it was dismissive, and not open to any discussion.

Dean shrugged and peeled off his shirt, throwing it in the general direction of their stuff. He grabbed Roman's hand and pulled him off the ground before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off. "You're swimming with me."

Roman smiled softly as Dean dragged him to the water. Even the water was clearer and prettier on that side of he beach, and Dean didn't hesitate as he pulled Roman straight into waist-deep water. Soon they were laughing and swimming, Seth joining them after a few minutes. They made new game which consisted of tackling Roman into the water and kissing him as an apology.

And, in those moments, they didn't have to worry about anything. No school. No relationships. No worries. Just having fun, forgetting about whatever was happening, like the four missed calls on Roman's phone, and the one text from a certain someone:

i still love you.

so, i kinda wanna do a contest, like, 'whoever guesses who texted roman first gets a one-shot,' but i'm pretty sure y'all already know (or maybe you don't, hm...). anyways! next chapter of my song one-shots is almost done, i just got going on this chapter and i couldn't stop. reviews are welcome with open arms!