When Dean woke up, he could feel Roman's deep breaths against his chest. He looked up the see a sleeping Roman, strand of his hair fell in front of his face. Dean tried to move them behind his ears, but scared that he'd wake Roman up. Instea he laid down his back on his chest listening to his heart beat.
Ba, boom.
Ba, boom.
Ba, boom.
Dean slowly closed his eyes relaxing to the rhythm of the heart beat. It felt like hours had past. When Dean felt a hand on the back of his head. Almost petting him. He didn't open his eyes, but his ears made out a little lullaby being sung to him again. He knew it was Roman, cautiously Dean opened his eyes, to see a slightly bedhead Roman looking down to him.
"Morning."
Dean slowly sat up yawning rubbing his eyes.
He looked around to see that they were still in Romans truck.
"I didn't want you to freak out, if you woke up somewhere unknown. So I just figured one night in the truck wouldn't hurt us."
Dean turned his attention back to the speaking man. Looking over his own body. He found displacement of clothes, and him straddling Roman's thigh. Like a little kid. When Dean looked back at Roman, he saw drool all the way down Roman's shirt. It was just a grey tee. Put with Dean's spit. One nipple was poking out, the other was crushed against his weight.
Roman support the younger man's small of back. He gently brushed the hair out of the man's eyes.
"What's wrong? You haven't been at school. You were shit headed last night, and when I talked to the bartender he said you were worst the night before."
Dean moved slightly to sit up moving away from Roman's chest.
"I don't wanna talk about it."
Roman gently grabbed Dean's arm
"Please don't move away from me. I won't press the subject. I just want to make sure your ok."
Dean yanked his arm from Roman opening the door not looking at the football hunk. He mumbled
"thanks for givin a shit."
He hopped out and started to walk away.
Roman sighed aggravatingly how could he show Dean he really really cared. He started up the truck following Dean as he walked.
Dean heard the rumbling of Roman's truck behind him. Why couldn't he just take a hint? Dean started to walk faster turning into an alleyway. He glanced over his shoulder not seeing Roman's truck for a second. Before turning around and feeling a strong hand on his shoulder. Dean looked back to see Lavon staring at him with a smirk spreading throughout his cheeks. Every danm time it seems now he just keeps turning the wrong corner into the wrong alley just to end up somewhere he shouldn't. He took a gulp not wanting to show his fear of Lavon.
"What are you doing here Deanie? Your momma doesn't work on this corner any more. I figured you would have stopped coming around this place."
Dean saw the look in Levon's eyes, he wanted something; he always wanted something. Dean gritted his teeth knowing his fear would only empower Levon. He wouldn't let this asshole, who he knew wouldn't do shit to him, he wouldn't do shit to a no body kid like Dean. That's what Dean kept telling himself with every breath. "Listen Levon." Another heavy breath he didn't wanna be here. Why had Roman brought him into this corner? Why couldn't he just have taken the hint, why did Roman have to be so fucking Roman? With his eyes, his smile. Dean felt a small not harsh but hard enough slap to get his attention.
Levon was just as tall as Dean but a lot more muscular, which tattoos around his neck and up his arms. He gripped Dean's chin a little to keep their eyes in contact. "What are you trying to say to be you little bitch?" A quick smirk quickly came and dissipated from his face. "I bet you're looking for work, just like your momma. Going into the family business. I bet your a nice good whore at school, I know your momma was."
Dean jerked his head free of Levon's calloused hand. Looking his straight in the eyes not even pretending not to be scared. This guy couldn't hurt shit he was just a corner bully. "Go screw yourself. Your better yet I bet that crazy Jack just a little bit away would do anything for a little crack money. gums feel amazing on your shaft, don't have to worry about teeth marks." Dean doubled over as Levon's shoved his fist into dean's stomach.
Levon leaned down close to Dean 's ear speaking in a low whisper. "You don't say that shit to me." He shoved Dean to the side repeatedly kicking him in his ribs, spitting on him, shoving little dime bags of dope in Dean's jean pockets. "I expect everything by tomorrow afternoon. If I don't I'll come see your mom and ask for your service, you'll pay back 10x the value with what you're moms offering for you." Levon kicked Dean in the head for good measure before taking a piss right next to Dean's head. "Better get up before the puddle reaches you."
The smell of fresh urine gave Dean a kickstart to get his mind working, he go himself up, brushed himself off and started walking towards home. He walked faster or tried his ribs hurt more and more with each new step. He knew that if Jack saw him, he would know somehow he would know he would know about the dope in his pocket and then attack him. Dean knew he couldn't take another beating tonight he needed to get to somewhere safe. His house was a mile or so down the way but the bar the bar was so much closer.
Sorry again I've been gone along time. I finished my school year up.I am also apologizing for this chapter if there is any weird pselling I am posting this as 2:30am my time. I am sorry for posting this so late. I look forward to writing sooner and oftener while I have no life. Thank you again.