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It was a soft touch of lips, a small and gentle kiss, shy almost and it was lasting only for a brief moment. Dean could feel Roman's lips quiver lightly against his own. Parting his lips, Dean ran his tongue over Roman's lush bottom lip, urging and begging, asking for permission and more and with a sigh Roman granted it.
The kiss deepened… tongues met in a shy dance… addictive…
It sent a jolt through him… that kiss. It was slow and exploring, pure heat and bright and sparkling. It made his heart sing and his whole body hum and he breathed Roman's scent, tasted him on his tongue, his lips. And in the pure need to feel more he let his hands wander over the side of the other man's face, over his neck, his chest and his belly... splaying over soft skin and those tempting abs which where twitching softly under his touch. With a low moan Roman arched into the contact, the rich sound coursing through Dean. For a long moment they got lost in that kiss, in its sweetness, in the warmth and the tingling it freed. It was spreading throughout Dean's body, his mind in soft waves.
Roman's name was a plea on his lips as Roman broke the kiss, silencing him with soft pecks before kissing his way down, along the edge of his jaw and his neck. For a second he stopped over the pulse point of the Dean's neck, sucking a patch of that soft skin between his lips. Hands on his sides, travelling over his body, mapping... caressing. Dean's mouth fell open ever so slightly as he tilted his head to give more access. Heat rushed throughout him, collecting were Roman touched him... drawing little whimpers from him. His own hands found the broad shoulders, fingers digging in the thick muscles in the need to hold on to something.
The small room was veiled by the steam of the hot water which was cascading down their bodies but it was those lips on his neck that set him on fire. Through the sound of the falling water he heard a quiet voice in the back of his mind, that old voice that had been his loyal companion for so long, always telling him to be careful and keep distance… to trust no one… It was whispering to him that this was too close, too much too soon…
Don't listen, don't think, his heart hummed. Just feel…
And he felt.
Steam was whirling around their legs, swirling up as Roman shifted his stance and gently pushed a leg between Dean's while working his way back up to his lips only to claim them in a loving but possessive kiss. It drew a moan from Dean, this kiss, a drawn-out, ragged little sound as he pulled Roman closer while pressing up against him. It was then that Roman broke the kiss again, pulling back just enough so that their eyes met and it took Dean's breath away. Roman looked… vulnerable. Those grey eyes were so open, so deep… so warm and soft and full of… love…
And it all, it was so damn surreal. That he was here with Roman, this man who did anything for him without batting an eye, being his friend, his brother… his Superman…
Roman… who belonged to him now.
Lifting a hand to the handsome face, he traced the ruined bottom lip tenderly. There was a bit of blood trickling from the cuts that had been jarred by their kissing.
Don't think… just feel…
Leaning in, he ran his tongue over it, taking in the metallic flavor and leaving a soft kiss on it before seeking the grey orbs again. Roman didn't move but Dean could feel the strong heart drum against the broad chest, could feel him breathe shallow and quickly as they just stood close like this for another moment, gazing at each other. It was as if Roman didn't dare moving, speaking, as if he was afraid that he could do something wrong. Could overstep a line and scare him.
"Touch me," Dean said, his voice breathless and a bit shaky yet determination was lying in it, too. "I want to feel you, Ro."
Blue eyes delved into grey ones and Dean watched in fascination as the grey darkened and their depths revealed something heavy and intense… Too riveted by the sight Dean couldn't move, couldn't breathe, could do nothing except gazing into those mesmerizing orbs. Sometimes when he saw his own reflection in Roman's eyes, he saw his new self, the one he still had to get to know better. And he wondered if maybe, just maybe Roman saw places in his mind, saw parts of him he himself didn't know yet. Good things. Beautiful things maybe. Those eyes told him about it, eyes made of silver winter mood filled with fire and he wished he could those things, too.
Show me...
He didn't come any further with his musing, his mind skidding to a halt as a hand trailed down over his abs and further down, teasingly avoiding his already hard cock. With a growl Roman sealed his lips over Dean's in a demanding kiss that was speaking of a need for more, their tongues sliding against each other in a battle for dominance while hands roamed busily, feeling heated skin that was smooth and slick from the falling water. And his hands moved to roam the muscled back, dropping down to that firm and round ass...
Holy... fuck...
... and the heat that washed through him was fuelled by the small moans Roman graced him with…
There was a delicious pain on Dean's sides as nails were scraped over his skin with just the right pressure and it left him gasping into the kiss, causing the heat to rush between his legs. His hands found back up, clawing on the other man's shoulders again in an attempt to hold on to something. A strangled, torn groan was dragged from his throat as a hand wrapped around his dick, the helpless sound being swallowed greedily. Every single tiny touch left a prickling, a warmth in its wake until every nerve in Dean called out for Roman.
Drawing back as his lungs started to cry for air, he sought those silver eyes again but his mind was already too dazed, too lost in the moment and in all those new and too goddamn good feelings Roman was giving him. It was Roman's leg between his own and his own desperate hold on the massive shoulders that kept him from sliding down to the ground. His heart was pounding fast and hard enough to steal the bit of breath he fought to gain.
Roman...
A whisper in his mind. And maybe on his lips? He wasn't sure.
Ro...
His own name was whispered close to his ear, trickling through the haze that engulfed his mind in the sweetest way. He let his head fall forward onto Roman's shoulder.
"Dean..." Tortured. Roman's rock-hard member was digging into his hip, begging for attention. "Dean... please..."
He knew he should do something. He should... he needed to... let go and... somehow finally he managed to bring a hand down to the twitching cock and the twisted version of a growl that left the lush lips, flowing over his skin and surged straight down to his own dick.
Being locked in the spot between the wall and the massive body in front of him, he found himself reduced to what he felt and he could do nothing but buck his hips hard, fucking the hand that felt so mindblowing good on his cock. Roman's hand. The bit of space between them was filled with helpless, stifled moans and groans, mewls and whimpers. The hand on his cock moved so fucking expertedly, stroking in a pace that pushed him towards his release mercilessly and he did just the same to Roman, pumping the throbbing flesh, twisting his hand just a bit and swiping his thumb over its head. His blood pounded in his ears, every beat fading off in a deafening buzzing and it got stronger with every movement of Roman's hand. Waves of goose bumps chased the other as hot breath fanned over his neck... his skin pricking under the tendrils of electricity which jolted through him.
Turning his head to bury his face into the crook of the Roman's neck, Dean breathed him, felt him breathe... heard shuddering little gasps close to his ear. A fire coiled up in his belly and between his legs. Dean felt himself spiral out of control, felt that fire in him getting brighter as he thrust into Roman's hand harder and faster, getting lost in those delicious moans the other man rewarded him with as he doubled his own efforts to take Roman with him. Slick skin against slick skin... nails scraping over it, leaving a wonderful burning in their wake... Like being caught in a current his whole being narrowed on Roman him until he was everything that was left... his scent, his voice... the feeling of his skin under his touch... his warmth against him, around him...
Ro...
A few more strokes and his name being wrapped in a shuddering groan was all it took... and Dean felt his body tighten as he slipped over the edge, a hoarse shout falling from his lips as he came and Roman was right there with him, his drawn-out groan shivering through Dean who sagged against the broad frame. Immediately arms came up around him, holding him tightly as soft kisses were breathed onto his shoulder and his hair.
Faintly he realized that the water was turned off, the sound of the artificial rain being replaced by their harsh panting that echoed in the shower. His whole body hummed while they remained like this, floating in the waves of the aftermath. Roman was shivering, he noticed, and so was he. But it was good. Perfect. So... so very perfect...
It was Roman who spoke first, whispering as he caressed Dean's back: "You okay?"
Dean felt a silly smile stretch his lips. Fuck yes, he was okay. How could he even be more okay than he was right now...?
"M'okay," he breathed, nuzzling the smooth skin. "Just can't, you know... move. You've worn me out."
A low chuckling fanned over the side of his neck and fuck, he even felt it rumble in Roman's chest and seep into him. It made Dean's breath hitch and bestowed him a tingling at the base of his skull that fused with the fading waves of his aftermath.
"Can we stay like this a little longer?" he whispered because he didn't want to let go yet.
It simply felt too good to be right here in this oh so tiny but perfect world. Roman didn't answer but his arms tightened their hold on Dean ever so slightly, holding him safe and it was answer enough. And then another kiss was breathed to his hair.
Mine...
X
Not even an hour later Dean was working on the Chevy. Alone. Alone because after they had gotten out of the shower and down to the kitchen to get themselves something to eat, they had found Mommy Reigns there and the very moment she'd seen her son, the decision if Roman was going to see a doctor or not had been sealed. Two words of complaint, oh mom actually, had been everything Roman could bring up before she had dragged them to the car, dropping Dean off at the shop before heading for the hospital with Roman.
Straightening up, Dean surveyed his work, his eyes wandering over the fuel pump that had found a new home in Daddy Reigns' Chevy. The fuel pump... that thingy why Roman had been at the junk yard a few days ago. Wasn't it funny that now when looked back, that it seemed like destiny that the fuel pump had been at the very junk yard Dean was working? And that it had been Roman's job to get it from there? And out of all possible moments he'd come there right during Dean's shift. Destiny, wasn't it? He wouldn't have been where he was now without Roman coming to the junk yard. No invitation, no cell. No home, no... no mom, no dad. No Roman, at least not like they were together now. He would still be caught in his old life. This pump was just like the broken cell some kind of a charm for him.
Leaning back in, he hesitantly ran his fingers over the pump, whispering: "Thank you."
The sound of steps made him pull back again. It as Daddy Reigns, coming back from getting something to drink. Taking the cloth that was held out to him by the older man, Dean wiped his hands clean before stuffing it partly into the hip pocket of his jeans and reaching for the can of coke the older man held out to him, too.
"Something new from Ro?" he asked, rolling the coke against his forehead.
After Mommy Reigns and Roman had dropped him off here about an hour ago, he'd reported to Sika what had happened back at school. The older man's reaction had been a sigh and few calm questions but there was no doubt that he was worrying about his son. It was shining brightly in his eyes, that worry.
"No, nothing," Sika shrugged. "But an hour of waiting is nothing at a hospital. They can be happy if the waiting time is less than three hours." It gave Dean a bad feeling that he wasn't there at the hospital with Roman like he'd wanted to be before both Roman and Patricia had talked him into waiting for them here at the shop. His place would have been at Roman's side though, because Roman had always been at his side, too, hadn't he? "Do you know the names of those boys?" Daddy Reigns asked, causing Dean to stop rolling the can back and forth on his forehead.
"Uhm, no. Why?" he wanted to know, frowning.
He did know their names. But the hell he would spill them.
"Because I'm considering calling the police."
"Well, it would be our word against theirs," Dean pointed out, his gaze dropping to the floor. His voice was very quiet as he added: "Also I'm pretty sure I broke chief goons' nose and maybe even knocked some of his teeth in."
He was speaking so quietly because it made him feel bad to tell this man that he'd been going rampage on someone, willing and wanting to hurt them for hurting Roman. Wasn't probably you wanted to hear, that the boy you just gave a place in your family has a violent side but he had to tell him. Dean was sure that chief goon and his men wouldn't go to the police but once the avalanche was kicked off because Daddy Reigns made a report at the police, it might end up with Dean being in trouble for bodily harming chief goon. No matter how justified the broken nose and the knocked in teeth were.
Nodding, the older man said: "Okay, I understand." He moved closer to Dean then who kept his eyes fixed on the ground. "Thanks for helping Roman, Dean. I'm glad that he has friends like you and Seth."
Some things were rooted so deep in you that reactions happened beyond your control. Just like now. Dean's mind was distracted as it was still working with the fact that Sika was unfazed that he had beaten chief goon to a pulp as he noticed a movement from the corner of his eye. A hand, being lifted... reaching towards him. Deep in him something old and painful clicked and before he even knew what was happening... he jerked away with a gasp, the coke falling from his hand as he stumbled back a bit, lifting his arms up to protect his head. His retreat was stopped as the back of his thighs hit the front of the car, causing him to lose his balance and end up sitting on the rim of the motor compartment.
His name was being said quietly but still it cut through the buzzing in his ears. His heart raced and breathing was difficult and... what had just happened? He was sitting here, leaning out of reach and frozen to the spot with his eyes screwed shut and his arms shielding his head, his heart going a mile in a second while he tried hard to breathe...
"Dean?"
This was Daddy Reigns' voice. Daddy Reigns, who would never hit him...
Fuck...
Slowly lowering his arms again, Dean drew a few deep breaths and to regain his composure. There was no reason to react like this. This was Roman's dad, not his stepfather. Everything was okay, nothing would happen to him. No more. He knew that. He fucking knew it, so why the fuck was he sitting here like a scared kid, trembling?
"Sorry," he breathed, wiping his hands through his face. "I'm sorry, I... uh..."
"It's okay." The older man's voice was reassuring but he also could hear the faint note of shock lying in it. "You know that I would never hit you, don't you?"
Reluctantly he looked up to the man who was standing about a meter away from him, finding him gazing at him in yes, shock and also worry.
"Yes, I know," he mumbled, willing a smile to his lips. It was a shaky one though. "It's just... you know, the last time someone..." He trailed off, the rest of the sentence becoming stuck in his throat. The last time someone has lifted his hand like this, I ended up half dead. "I'm sorry…"
"No, I have to apologize, son. With a past like yours it's not surprising that you react like this." After a moment of hesitation Sika slowly stepped closer, carefully watching Dean who again tried himself on a smile, inching a bit to the side to create some room for the older man to sit down. "You said that your stepfather will be put on trial?" Sika asked, joining Dean on the rim of the motor compartment. "What options do you have?"
"The officer asked me if I want to press charges against my stepfather and join the action," Dean explained before reaching back for the cloth in his hip pocket to retrieve it to give his still slightly trembling hands something to do.
The older man nodded lightly as he replied: "And I guess you agreed?"
Pursing his lips, Dean looked down at the fabric in his hand.
"Yeah, I did," he murmured, the satisfaction the idea that his stepfather would rot in jail gave him dimming though because... "I agreed but, you know, I... uhm... I mean, the officer said that I could join the action but uh, I guess I can't do that, no matter how much I want to see him rot in jail. Huh, if this isn't a bad joke. After all those years I won't get my payback because I can't effort an attorney..."
With a silent sigh he closed his eyes, sagging a little. His hands found a place on his thighs, fumbling the cloth while his foot tapped an unsteady rhythm on the ground. Fuck this, how intelligent would going to court without an attorney be, even if the case couldn't be much clearer? Breathing another sigh he began to gnaw at his lips, nervously folding and unfolding the cloth again and again.
"Don't worry about that," he heard Daddy Reigns say. "I'll call our attorney tomorrow. We'll settle the costs."
Shaking his head no, Dean gazed back up to Roman's father. As much as he wanted to just accept it, he couldn't. Roman's parents were spending too much money on him already and that for a boy they didn't really know. That thought always came back to him. They did not know him and still they gave him a home and accepted him wholeheartedly.
"I uh... uhm... thanks but no," he replied, watching Sika frown. "Can't accept that. S'too much money."
The frown vanished, being replaced by the counterpart of the expression that Mommy Reigns was always gracing him with. This warmth. And here he looked at the father he'd always wished for...
"Money isn't important. Family comes first, Dean."
"But you're not my family," Dean mumbled, immediately regretting his choice of words. This had come out wrong. Damn wrong. "I... I didn't mean it like that!" he apologized quickly. "I'm sorry! I uh, what I meant was that you're spending so much money on someone you barely know and..." Bracing his elbows on his knees, he brought a hand up to his hair, fingers twisting into it as he screwed his eyes shut, cursing himself. The last thing he wanted was that Roman's parents thought of him as being ungrateful. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I've never had a family until now and... and..."
The cloth was being taken from his fingers and put aside before Sika moved to hunch in front of Dean, a hand settling on the back of his head to pull him in and right into an embrace. The arm that circled his shoulders held him loosely as if Daddy Reigns was silently telling him that he could just pull back if he didn't want this. But instead of trying to get away like he would have done all the time before, he let it happen, hiding his face against the older man's shoulder while he brought his arms up in a hesitant hug.
"We know that you are a good boy, Dean, and for now that's enough," Daddy Reigns said in a voice that left no doubt that he meant it. "We have time to get to know each other better but you are part of our family now, son, with everything that comes with that. All you have to do is getting back to your feet and Patricia and I, we'll handle the rest. Okay?" He heard it. It all. Again, because this wasn't the first time Daddy Reigns had told him this and hadn't Mommy Reigns said the same thing this morning? One should think that getting a family like this handed on a platter was the easiest thing to accept and get accustomed to… but it was not. The concept of a happy family was still unfamiliar to him. At his lack of reaction, he felt the older man pull back a little, seeking his eyes. "Okay?" he asked again.
"Okay," Dean whispered, feeling a ball of emotions coil up in his chest.
Dad.
Though this one word did not leave his mouth, he could taste it on his tongue, new and as unfamiliar as the concept of having a family still felt but gosh, it tasted good.
"Good. Now, how about I'll get you a new coke and we give the lady here some more attention?"
Although he probably had other things to do, Daddy Reigns spent the following hour on working on the car with Dean and talking about cars, about the promised apprentice position and simply being at ease, letting Dean forget about the little incident. They were so lost in what they were doing that they only noticed Roman being there as he cleared his throat.
"You're stealing my father here and you're not even sorry, are you?" Roman laughed softly as Dean's eyes snapped up to him.
"Eh, be a good boy and I'll think about sharing him with you," Dean grinned, shooting him a raised eyebrow.
"You okay, junior?" Daddy Reigns asked while walking over to his son.
Even though he knew what damage the goons had caused, Dean couldn't help but wince as he let his eyes roam his friend. There were butterfly stitches on the cut in the brow and a swelling was forming around the eye. The kissable lips were swollen from the splits in them… and well… from their kissing, too, most likely. Roman's poor nose was visibly swollen, too. And he was standing there slightly hunched, probably trying to keep any kind of strain from his sore side.
"I'm fine," Roman replied to his dad. With a small smile he walked over to Dean then. There was still a slight limp in his steps, Dean noticed, and the smile wasn't as bright as the one he gave him usually but under the given circumstances it was gold. "My nose is okay and my ribs are not broken. Just a contusion. I'll be okay again in a few days."
Relief washed through Dean. No broken bones, only bruises and cuts. But Roman was looking tired, he thought as he let his eyes roam the battered face... before his mind skidded to a halt as Roman brought a hand up to the back of his head, pulling him in to place a kiss to his temple. Right in front of his father. Dean's heart missed a beat, his chest clenching uncomfortably. Wide-eyed he stared at Roman whose eyes shone with a warm glow, then over to Daddy Reigns... who wore an expression that said: I knew it all along and I'm okay with this. And immediately he had to think of what Patricia had told him this morning.
Roman told me that he likes you very much and if there is more from your side, then it's okay for Sika and me.
Roman's hand brushed down to settle in the back on his neck as he exchanged a few more words with his father, causing Dean to gaze back at him. He heard Daddy Reigns say that they had an hour left before it was time to head home. And then they were alone.
And just like that it was out in the open. Just... like that. No big deal. Fuck, this family made his head spin. In a good way though but definitely enough to give him an emotional whiplash at times.
"Hey, Captain Solo," Roman smiled, planting a kiss to his forehead.
"Hey, Superman," he breathed, lifting a hand to carefully trace the sore brow with his index finger and then over to the mane, threading his fingers into it as he leaned in to deliver a sweet little kiss.
This was... it was bliss... He could just do this, touch Roman and kiss him like this and it felt so fucking good, so right. And it was alright. They belonged to each other now and that thought lit up a tingling in his belly and it made his heart jump.
Mine.
"Ain't no Superman," Roman murmured against his lips.
"You are," Dean disagreed, stealing another kiss. Tasty. "A bit dented though I admit but still Superman."
And a big, gentle Teddy Bear.
"Dented, huh? Nicely put," Roman snorted, dipping his head forward to hide his face in the crook of Dean's neck.
Arms were wrapped around his middle, warm air flowed over his skin as Roman exhaled a heavy breath and whispering his friend's name, Dean brought his arms around the broad shoulders. A slight shiver chased down his spine. This was so new yet somehow it felt familiar at the same time.
"You look tired, Ro." A nod against his shoulder. "Let's drive home."
"Mom dropped me off here and took the car home with her," Roman mumbled, his lips brushing over Dean's skin as he spoke, tickling it nicely.
"We could ask your dad then if he can drive us home now or we could call your mom. You need some rest."
"No, I'll be fine," was the muffled reply. "It's just an hour and you want work on the Chevy, don't you? And mom is at the grocery's now and dad has work to do. Don't want to bother them."
Stubborn mule...
Turning his face towards the black velvet hair, he buried his nose in it and inhaled that scent he was helplessly addicted to. His eyes caught the open door to the backseat area. An idea popped up in his mind.
"Ro?" A hum reached his ears. "I need you to let go for a moment." There was a barely audible no. "Ro, please."
With an unhappy sigh Roman let go of him, straightening up and damn this man for the sad puppy look he shot him this very moment. Unfair. Taking his friend's hand, he guided him to the open door of the backseat area, where he let go and climbed to the far end of the seat bench, sitting his with back against the other door, patting the space between his legs right in front of him. Just like Roman had done back then in his car on the junk yard. And the bittersweet smile that ghosted around Roman's mouth as his friend hunched down in front of the open door right now told him that the other man was right there in his memory, too.
"C'mon here," he said softly, holding his hand out.
"No. You wanted to work on the Chevy. I'll be fine sitting on the chair," Roman said quietly but his eyes told a different story, the gleam in them betraying his words as it gave away how much Roman wanted to allow himself this.
But once more he put Dean's interests above his own, willed to just sit there, watching Dean having fun with repairing a car instead of getting himself what he obviously wanted. Too good for this world fool. And Dean wasn't sure if he would ever understand what he had done to deserve Roman.
"And now I want to sit in the Chevy with you," Dean replied in a voice that was just as determined as it was full of affection. "Stop being a stubborn mule, will ya? Come here and give yourself break."
And then Roman joined him and the bittersweet smile was being replaced by something so very soft that it caused a sweet ache Dean's chest. He watched as Superman carefully scooted over, shifting until he was settled comfortably in front of Dean, back to chest and with his head resting on Dean's shoulder, his legs stretched out on the bench… their positions reversed to that moment in Roman's car. A heavy sigh left ruined lips.
And even superheroes were only human sometimes.
Wrapping his arms around the broad chest, Dean held him as close as he dared to, mindful of the bruised side. With a low hum Roman rolled his head until his temple made contact with Dean's cheek. Soft hair, tickling Dean's neck… Roman's chest rising and falling in an even, slow rhythm… the soft sound of breathing…
It felt strange… being the one giving comfort and shelter for once. Actually… for the first time ever. And it felt good. Right. It felt so goddamn right to hold Roman like this, to know that this man trusted him so much that he let all his guards down, believed in him to make him feel better. It felt good to give something back to Roman. He could get used to it. Wanted to.
Mine.
He felt Roman move. A hand closed around his wrist in a light hold while another was lifted to his head, fingers diving into his locks, travelling over his scalp in a tender caress.
"Tell me if I'm too heavy," he heard Roman murmur.
"Don't be silly," he chuckled, nuzzling the side of his face against the raven velvet. "You comfy?"
A yeah was hummed. Good. The fingers in his hair kept their caress up, leaving him torn between nuzzling the soft hair and getting more, more of that sweet touch those fingers provided. For a minute or two there was quietness and it brought a new kind of ease along that settled over Dean, one that soothed his always troubled mind, calming its clashing waves enough to make him float. And his mind drifted... sailing along memories which weren't old yet but somehow it felt to him as if it all had happened in a different life but in a way... huh, in a way it had been in a different life. Right? The smile it brought to his lips was as sad as it was happy as he thought back again to that moment in Roman's car on the junk yard.
"Ro?"
"Yeah?"
"Back then on the junk yard... in your car..." he began quietly, his sight getting fuzzy and his voice taking on a faraway note as he dropped back into that moment. And he felt it. Not the pain... but the warmth of someone being there, caring, of genuine worry and affection. The relief of not being alone in this world anymore. Breathing a kiss to Roman's temple, he whispered: "It was the first time in my life that I felt safe. You... you made me feel safe."
The body in his arms pressed closer to him. Not close enough though. God knew he would have crawled right under Roman's skin if he could, just to get as close to him as even possible.
"When I found you there I..." Spoken lowly, trailing off then and he heard Roman clear his throat. "I can't even put in words how I felt. And I... all I wanted was to protect you and I could do nothing..."
"You didn't do nothing, Ro. You've done everything," he replied hushed, closing his eyes as the faintest of shivers coursed through him as he felt all the weight fall off of him again, like it had been back then, right in that very second those arms had wrapped him up. "I'm here now because of you. I'll be okay because of you." Suddenly it was so easy to just say things. A new kind of freedom, wasn't it? Telling Roman what was on his mind and in his heart. He could just do it because it was okay. "On the school yard today," he murmured, cracking his eyes open again, his gaze wandering over to the opposite wall of the room... watching patterns of the light and shadow moving on its surface but what he really saw was Roman's bloodied face. "When I saw you there, I was scared for you and I was so angry..."
The hand left his hair, joining Roman's other one. Fingers slipped between his own, closing around his hands in a gentle yet possessive hold. Roman claiming him so obviously and openly as his was new, too, but he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Not anymore.
"You could have gotten hurt," Roman chided him softly. "Your shoulder and your kidney aren't okay yet. You should have called someone instead of risking that it's getting worse again."
"I don't fucking care about that, Ro. Fuck, they hurt you. Should have beaten the fucker to pulp."
"According to Seth you almost beat that guy to death. S'good that he stopped you before..."
"The fuck! They got away far too easy," Dean growled, noticing the rage that was still simmering in him bubble up again.
"Ssh, hey, calm down. Everything's okay."
"It is not okay, you...!"
"Dean... I have a few bruises, that's all." He heard a sigh being breathed. A thumb was being brushed over his own. Back and forth. Back... and forth. Soothingly. And loving. "What about you? How are you feeling?"
How was he feeling? Emotionally shaken in a way. The hospital, the police. Being out for shopping with Mommy Reigns, being the focus of a motherly affection he'd never experienced? Then seeing Roman being beaten up. The time with Daddy Reigns. Yeah, emotionally shaken was a pretty good way to describe it but the good things overweighed, so... he was okay.
"I'm feeling good." I think. "I... your mom... uhm..." Should he tell him about it? That she had called him her son? It was fair, wasn't it, not to keep it to himself. It was Roman's mom after all and he had a right to know because if he wasn't okay with it, Dean would have to avoid that it would happen again. Though he had no idea how he should do that. "At the hospital, you know, she called me her son..."
A rich but soft little laughter reached his ears, engulfed his heart and warmed it.
"I know. She told me about it. She wanted to know if I'm okay with it," Roman replied in a voice that was just as rich and soft as the laughter had been.
He'd heard that note lying in his friend's voice before. It was like honey. Full of... love. God, he loved it.
"Are you?"
A nod against his shoulder. Hair tickling his skin. Nice.
"Yeah. Yes, I am."
"But she's your mom and..."
"And that won't change because of that. I knew she'd love you and after that first evening, gosh, she had already adopted you. It's okay, don't worry. She was just a bit unsure though if you're okay with her calling you her son. So?"
From Mommy Reigns' point of view the question was a justified one, given that not everybody wanted a woman they barely knew calling them her kid. In his case though... well, that it made him happy was an understatement.
"I am."
Fuck, yes, he was.
Dean rested his own head back against the side window and felt Roman turn his face a little more towards his neck, nuzzling it lightly. Silence settled over them. Though there were small windows through which the daylight found its way into the room, it was rather dim in here because of the patina of dust that was covering the glass. The mood in this room was calming though, something he'd noticed that very first time he'd stepped in here. It was dusty and a little dirty, the air was scented with motor oil and old tyres and everything in here looked thoroughly used but it was exactly how a room like this should be looking. This was a place were you could spent quiet ours, working on a beautiful car or just sitting in it alone with your thoughts. Or like right now with the one person who had become the most important thing in your life. His mind focused on the thumb that ceaselessly caressed his hand, on the rising and falling of Roman's chest, the sound of his breathing. The warmth of his body. It was Roman who broke the silence, hushed and shy almost in the way he spoke. Apologizing, too, maybe.
"I can't believe that we're here now. I mean, you and me... like this. That I... I mean, I was happy already that you allowed me to be your friend and now... I haven't planned this. All I wanted was to get you out there and be your friend. I never expected you to... you know, that you feel something... for me..."
He could have said now that he would have never expected himself to harbor feelings for Roman, that he in fact had never wanted that to happen, but the thought of saying it aloud tasted harsh on his tongue. Some things should better remain unspoken.
"I know that you haven't planned it," he said instead. Roman had held back all the time, would probably have never made a move on him or even given a fucking hint if that thing between them wouldn't have evolved the way it had. Ever. "But I like the direction this is going." He hesitated then because there was this question sitting in the back of his mind ever since the moment in the shower today when they crossed that invisible line that had still been there between them all the time. "Ro? What are we?"
What left his lips was barely more than a whisper yet somehow it was loud in the bit of space between them. His gaze found to a thick ray of dimmed light that was piercing through the inside space of the car, watching dust particle dancing gracefully in it to the rhythm of a soundless song while under his hands the faint pounding of Roman's heart quickened.
"What do you want us to be?" Roman asked a little breathless and very-very quietly, as if he was afraid that he could ruin it if he spoke louder.
It was easy. He could say it, he knew he could. Roman made his heart sing. Roman belonged to him, just like he belonged to Roman. Fucking wanted to. And although neither of them had put the label on it yet, did it change anything? No. For now there was no need to give it a name.
Placing his lips on Roman's temple again, he breathed: "I want you and me to be an us." Kissing the smooth skin he closed his eyes, breathed Roman's scent... let his presence seep into him like a warm breeze. "Mine."
Roman hummed in agreement, pulling Dean's arms tighter around himself.
"Yours," Dean added, keeping his lips pressed to the addictive softness under them.
A yeah was breathed. An utterly happy little sound that went straight to Dean's heart and took residence there.
Quietness settled over them again like a sheltering blanket, bringing ease along. Minutes? He didn't know how many, didn't care how long until he felt Roman sag in his arms, the hold on his hands loosening and his breathing going shallow, telling him that he had dozed off. Faint sounds from outside trickled into their little world inside this room, this car, the busyness out there standing in a stark contrast to the peaceful bubble that engulfed them. This… they… felt so right, made him feel level. Time to get off his tiptoes and stop being afraid of shit, there was no need to anymore.
You can't rip those pages out of your book but I can help your carry their weight if you let me.
And it was what Roman did, taking the weight on his broad shoulders to keep it from forcing Dean down to the ground when it got too heavy. He'd helped him finish this dark first part of his life that was written in this book, gave him words to start a new chapter. Bright words. Sincere words. They struck chords in his depths and his mind and his heart embraced and formed a future out of them. He could see those words form in the gorgeous grey eyes, could sometimes even see how Roman wrote lines in his mind and then deleted them, thinking of better ones. Those eyes were like doors to his soul.
What would life have been like if he had never met Roman? What would it have been like if Superman wouldn't have come along that moment when chief goon and his men had been beating him up? What if Roman had never given him those emotional whiplashes to peel him out of his shell, wouldn't have crawled under his skin… and into his heart…?
A bitter smirk tugged at his lips. Whatever it would have been… for sure not a life.
Do you still feel forgotten in a world full of strangers? Do you feel scared in the dark when you replay your memories?
No… not anymore.
Settling back against the door he just gazed into the dim room, the bitter smirk being replaced by a soft smile, his mind drifting off to nice places as he watched over Roman's sleep…
- tbc -
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A/N: So, yeah. I know I said we'll visit Roman's headspace, too, but uhm... Dean wanted more attention. And you probably wanted a smutty shower scene but I settled for a smexy one because Dean said it's still a little too soon for him for... you know. But you won't have to wait long for hot and steamy bed gymnastics ;)))