Okay, so here's the next chapter for you, my lovelies!

It's late over here, so I'll keep this short and just wish you fun :3

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The sound of the basket ball hitting the ground bounced off of the nearby walls, laughter and voices lacing into the echo and the image of Dean and Seth fighting a little basketball battle put a smile on Roman's face as he watched his two friends. He was sitting on a bench, wishing he could join them but not daring to do so. He wasn't cleared for football yet and he didn't want to risk anything by joining the game now and maybe getting an elbow in the ribs that would only aggravate the contusion again.

His eyes were glued to Dean who was moving easily, freely and without a hint of any kind of pain. Dean was just side-stepping Seth with a grace that people probably wouldn't have granted him, stealing the ball away from him and with a shout of victory he dunked the ball right into the basket. His shirt rode up a little as he stretched during the jump, showing smooth skin and a teasing waistline that Roman knew fit perfectly into his hold. The blond hair was a hopeless mess, some strands were sticking to his face and a thin sheen of sweat made his skin glisten and look extra soft. Also... the baby blues were fixed on Seth, wearing a challenging expression.

Hot damn...

Randy was sitting beside Roman, his elbows braced on his knees and his chin resting on his folded hands as he, too, watched Dean and Seth. Or rather... he was watching Seth, looking somewhat absentminded as he did. Every once in a while there was a tiny twitch around his eyes or the corners of his mouth were curling to a faint smile.

After Dean had openly admitted to Randy that he and Roman were an item, Randy had told them that he had their backs. It was damn good to know Randy was on their team, because even if neither Roman nor Dean were scared of stupid comments... this was school and if schools did have one thing, then it was enough bullies. They could take two guys down, three or maybe even four but a whole bunch could turn out to be a problem but if the word would make the round that Randy and with him the whole team was backing them up, they could stand right in the middle of the schoolyard making out without having to worry that some idiot might head them off somewhere.

Roman let his eyes roam Randy's face who was completely oblivious to being watched because he was still so lost in watching Seth... and Roman wasn't sure if he should be amused and happy about it or rather worried. Randy was a dependable and trustworthy guy but he was also one of the most popular boys from school, which gave him various options on how to have... fun. He could choose. The thing was that Randy had mentioned a few times already that he had no interest in a serious relationship. Too much trouble. And here he sat now, checking Seth out.

"Hey, Reigns?" Randy said suddenly, still not breaking his gaze away from Seth. "Is Seth off the market already?"

Huh, the question did so not surprise him.

"Why?" he replied slowly, the careful note in his voice doing the job and drawing the other man's attention on him.

Now that Randy had openly asked if Seth was still free, Roman's worry definitely outweighed any kind of amusement or happiness that Seth might have an admirer. Randy was his friend and he knew him, yet he couldn't say that he knew him well enough to trust him with his best friend and little brother. The hell he would allow that Seth ended up being heartbroken, that he wouldn't be nothing to Randy but a trophy or worse, just one of many nameless fucks. Staring at Randy, he furrowed his brows and tightened his lips. Randy blinked at him, once, twice... pursing his lips then, nodding lightly. Message received.

"Listen, Orton, I'm thankful for what you've done but Seth is my best friend and my brother. I'm not gonna allow anyone to hurt him," Roman said then, hushed though but still in a voice that underlined his words unmistakably. Again, Randy nodded. "Why him?"

"Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. I think he's a really pretty boy," Randy replied honestly. "Also... I like him. I'd like to get to know him better."

"You like him," Roman repeated monotonically.

"Yeah, I do. You know what I mean, you say hi to someone, shake their hand and you think, hey, they're nice," Randy explained, his words striking the right chord in Roman.

Yes, he knew very well what Randy meant. He'd felt the same the first time he'd talked to Seth and well, Dean. Maybe he was a little overprotective here. Seth was old enough, wasn't he? What if he was interested in Randy, too? He couldn't dismiss the way Seth had looked at Randy.

And Seth really deserved some happiness...

"Randy, I..."

"Listen, Reigns, I understand that you're worried but I'm serious when I say I want to get to know him better," the other man tried to calm him. "I've noticed him before but you know, I'd never ask a guy from school out without knowing that he's into guys, too. And until you came along I knew no one who's friends with him."

"Well, actually Seth is not into guys," Roman informed him.

Randy looked at him in obvious confusion.

"But..." Randy began, whatever he wanted to say getting stuck in his throat and for a second or two he hesitated, glancing over to Seth. "But you guys kissed...?" he murmured.

Scratching the back of his neck, Roman admitted: "No, I kissed him. He asked me how it feels to kiss a guy and I, uhm... I showed him..."

Grey eyes jumped back to Roman, genuine disappointment flashing up in them as Randy mumbled: "Oh..."

Hoping that he wouldn't regret this, Roman sighed: "I think there's a chance that he's bi."

Confusion fused back into the lingering disappointment on Randy's face at this comment.

"But you said that he's not..."

"Look, I can't tell you everything about it, Orton, but I got my reasons to think that Seth might not be sure about his own sexual orientation."

Again grey eyes sought the action that went on not far away from them, a smile ghosting on Randy's the fine carved lips as he breathed a hum.

"Promise, I'm not planning on getting into his pants and then dropping him afterwards."

"Good for you 'cause believe me, Dean and I, we'd make you regret it," Roman replied, giving Randy a smile of his own that was supposed to make the air between them less tense.

But he meant every word he'd said. In a way it was a threat, a not a hundred percent seriously meant one, but one that held enough severity to leave no doubt that Roman would stick to what he'd just said if necessary.

Hurt him and we'll hurt you.

The answer he got was a single nod and the gaze of sincere grey eyes.

A kiss was being breathed to his temple and finger were travelling over his chest and belly in a loving caress as he dropped out of the river of his thought, coming back to the here and now.

"Where are you?" Dean hummed, gentle fingertips skimming along Roman's still somewhat sore side.

"Been thinking of my little conversation with Randy about Seth," Roman murmured, turning his face until his temple made contact with Dean's cheek.

They were sitting in the tub and Roman was resting in front of Dean, with his back to the other man's chest and frames by nicely shaped legs. Their parents were out for dinner and so they had the whole evening to themselves. Dean shifted a little behind him, stirring the water that splashed in tiny waves against their frames as Dean brought a hand up to Roman's hair, smoothing over it affectionately. Lips pressed against his temple again, delivering another kiss and with a contented sigh Roman allowed his hands to travel lazily along Dean's legs, savoring the feeling of the warm, wet and soft skin under his palm.

"I really want to see Seth happy but I'm not sure if he'll give Randy a chance," he added. Exhaling a heavy breath, he gazed out of the window, taking in the velvety colors of the sky that the sundown was painting on it like on a canvas. "But on the other hand... I'm not convinced that Seth is as straight as he thinks he is. I mean..."

He didn't finish the sentence. It wasn't necessary anyway since Dean knew what he meant. You're not a hundred percent straight and then fall for someone of your own gender.

"Well, I caught him a few times staring at Randy," Dean replied quietly, a little smile audible in his voice. "He was smiling when he looked at him and he tried to brush it off when I mentioned it."

"You mentioned it...?" Roman repeated frowning. Then: "Oh. Do I want to know what you said to him?"

It was a legitimate question. When it came to talking to Seth, Dean could be pretty, well, forthright.

"I uh, just asked him if Randy is his type." Purest innocence was coating Dean's voice. "He said that he has no idea what I'm talking about and, you know, I said that I've seen him looking at Randy." A snort was breathed beside his ear. "Our little shit blushed."

"Very subtle, Ambrose," Roman chuckled, rolling his head lightly against Dean's shoulder.

"Wouldn't have thought that, you know, that Randy is actually such a nice guy," Dean admitted. "Thought he's one of those football cavemen... usually guys like him are assholes."

Giving one of Dean's legs a friendly smack, Roman huffed half-heartedly: "Says the one who got himself one of those cavemen."

"Nah, I got me Superman," he heard him say softly. "And I'm not gonna let you go again, ya know?"

Hearing Dean say things like this, it was still so new to him that he almost couldn't believe that it was real. It wrapped around his heart like a soft cocoon and it still made his heart do some happy extra steps and he hoped that it would never stop having this effect on him.

"That's good, because I wouldn't let you go anyway, Captain Solo," he hummed, pressing back against the firm body. "But I ain't no Superman."

The hands on his body stopped roaming.

"Yes, you are, Ro," Dean said hushed. "For me you are Superman."

Arms wrapped around him tightly and for a long moment the room fell quiet. In that moment the mood changed somehow, not becoming tense or thick but light and as warm as the water that was enveloping them and it surrounded like their own little bubble of utter happiness. Settling his hands on the arm which held him close, he pulled them even tighter around himself. They both stilled but he could feel the faint beating of Dean's heart that never ceased to fill him with peace.

I love you.

The words were patiently waiting to be spoken, resting on his tongue. He could taste them and though they once had been bittersweet, they now were sweet and rich like honey. His name was being breathed, flowing into the quietness but it was more than that, more than just his name the way it left Dean's lips. It was the closest to saying those three little words Dean was probably be able to get to right now.

A minute passed. Maybe two or three even. Did it matter? No. This now, it was perfect, them savoring this moment together.

It was Roman who broke the silence eventually as he whispered: "I don't know if you can imagine how happy it made me when you told Randy that we're together."

A kiss was placed on his cheek.

"I guess as happy as it made me to tell him that you're mine," Dean replied softly. "Thanks for leaving me the choice."

Goosebumps chased all over Roman's body as Dean began to nibble on the shell of his ear and lightly pressing deeper into Dean's embrace, he murmured: "I'm proud of you." Dean stilled. "I'm proud of how strong you are," Roman continued, feeling how Dean's breath hitched ever so slightly. "I'm proud that I can call you mine."

Dean still didn't move and for a second Roman was afraid that he'd said something wrong... but then...

"Huh, don't think that someone's ever said that they're, you know, proud of me."

It was wrapped in a light chuckling, unsteady, too and it couldn't be any more obvious that he'd just put his finger on one of many still sore spots in Dean's soul. Dean had made so much progress but Roman knew that there were wounds which would take much longer to heal and such little things like never being told that someone is proud if you... it could leave wounds which ran deeper that one would think.

Gently loosening the arms around his chest, arms which only let go him reluctantly, Roman turned around in his friend's embrace, feeling hands settle back on his body in an instant, slowly smooth down his back to his backside. Eager fingers dug into firm flesh, pulling him closer and when grey eyes locked with baby blues, he found a trace of tears but also a glint in those beloved eyes, sparkling, enthralling him as it became stronger, more visible… alive, that beautiful blue becoming deeper.

With a hum on his lips he braced his hands beside Dean's hips, coming to lie between slender legs as he wrenched his eyes away from the baby blues, searching the handsome features. The trail of his gaze stopped momentarily at invitingly parted lips, beautiful and perfect and addictive... and because those lips belonged to him now, he claimed them in an innocent and infinitely loving kiss. It was sweet, that kiss, all soft stroking of tongues... slow and begging... and breathtakingly tender.

Dean breathed a happy little sound as he pulled Roman closer, his legs hooking behind Roman's and one of his hand wandering back up to dive into the black strands... their bodies sliding against each other nicely as Roman shifted a little, holding himself up on one hand because fuck, he needed to touch Dean.

Little moans and gasps, underlined by the soft sound of the water swashing against the tub and their bodies was the only things to be heard as the kiss lasted for long moments. Hands roamed water slicked skin, fingers were mapping, caressing and claiming and with it there was heat flowing into the kiss. A low groan escaped Roman's throat as a tingling chased down his spine and heat lit up in his belly and he couldn't help but grind his hips down as he felt himself grow hard. With a sharp breath Dean arched his hips up in return, drawing a moan from Roman as the matching hardness rubbed against his cock.

The heat in him sparked brighter, spreading throughout him quickly and consuming until his head was spinning and his skin was pricking under Dean's touch. The hand in his hair held him safely in place as Dean growled, the nature of their kissing changed from sweet and tender to hungry and claiming. Teeth and tongues clashed, hands grabbed and pulled and held close, closer, trying to reach every inch of the each other's body. Hips bucking against each other, sending sweet jolts of lust through Roman.

In the pure need for more, he slipped a hand between their bodies and wrapped it around both their lengths, pressing them together firmly as he began to stroke them furiously. The kiss broke as Dean let his head fall back on the rim of the tub, a stuttering moan passing his lips.

The blue eyes were screwed shut... the handsome features lax...

"Fuck..." Gasped, the single word tight. "Fuck, Ro..."

... those kissable lips slightly parted... beautiful...

Fingers were clawing at Roman's shoulders to find something to hold on, nails digging in his skin there... and Roman kept the rhythm of his hand up with just the right pace and both their hips bucking wildly...

"I got you," Roman panted as he leaned in and planted his lips on the exposed neck.

His tongue danced over the soft skin and the thin sheen of sweat on it tasted deliciously as he kissed his way back up to Dean's jaw, leaving loving kisses all the way across. Water was splashing against them, spilling over the rim of the tub and the wet sound washed over the moans and gasps that filled the room and those little helpless whimpers Dean breathed in between, it spurred him on, pushed him towards his release quickly. His head was spinning and his body was burning, the fire of need for Dean and the lust coursing through his veins and that fire blazed up bright as Dean opened his eyes again, looking him straight in the eyes.

There was barely blue left. Those eyes were almost black and deep, so very deep... and they were burning with the same fire he was feeling. Fingers grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging him down sharply and Dean moaned his name but the single word got lost as craving lips claimed each other again. Roman couldn't think anymore, couldn't breathe... all he could do was feel. Doubling his effort, he thrust harder, felt Dean follow, felt him fucking his hand eagerly.

He drew back just a bit, brought their forehead together. Their breaths mingled, their gasps and moans thick, so thick that he could almost feel them on his skin. Dean nails over his shoulder, his other hand merclessly holding on to the black strands as he wrapped one leg around Roman's waist.

"Dean, I... " Roman whimpered as the heat of pleasure was coiling up in the pit of his stomach. "I..." He wanted to say it. He wished he could. It danced on the tip of his tongue but... "God..."

... instead he sealed his lips over Dean's again, kissing him roughly, sucking on his already swollen bottom lip while he pumped his hand even faster.

There was a dull pain were Dean's nails were digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks but it only fuelled the burning in him. He was close... close... and Dean was right there with him and too soon both their thrust grew more frenzied, erratic. A slight twist of his hand and his thumb swiping across the heads of the throbbing flesh in it...

... and Dean fell apart under him. His drawn-out groan that ripped from his throat, carrying Roman's name, collided with Roman's own harsh shout as he followed right behind, the heat that unfurled in him running through him like a bright hot wave. He ground down hard, pressed against the shivering body beneath him hard while he bucked his hips lazily because he didn't want this feeling to end so soon.

Lips moved against his own, again, still... he didn't know. All he knew was that he wanted to drown in this kiss because it was perfect in its simplicity, it was golden and pristine, tasting of love and promises. Long seconds they floated in their aftermath together until eventually Dean's lips broke away from his own as his lover rested his head back and he couldn't help but follow him to steal another sweet kiss. Another. And another. Never enough...

The vice grip on his hair loosened and he felt both of Dean's hands settle on his sides, felt thumbs brush back and forth tenderly. The leg around his waist slipped down and slowly their breathing evened out, their pounding hearts calming down.

"Dean?" he whispered, letting his eyes roam Dean's face.

The blue eyes were closed, his cheeks were slightly flushed and yes, his lips were a little swollen. He thieved another kiss - how could he not - and when he drew back, it was a smile and sparkling baby blues which greeted him.

It still lay on his tongue. It. Again he didn't say it aloud, moved in instead to press his lips to Dean's forehead, silently mouthing those three words before he drew back and sitting back on his heels, he ran his hands back and forth lovingly over Dean's legs which framed him.

"You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are, do you?" Roman said softly.

"Am not. You're the pretty boy here," Dean replied as softly, sitting up. One of his hands found a home on one of Roman's, the other was lifted to Roman's face, cupping his chin while Dean's thumb brushed over his bottom lip. "When will mom and dad be back?" he murmured, his eyes following the trail of his thumb.

The question made Roman smile, because he'd said mom and dad, not your mom and dad or Patricia and Sika. It meant family, that he now fully felt like being a part of their family.

And the way he looked at Roman this very second... he probably also had things on his mind...

"Dad said that they won't be back before midnight," Roman grinned, breathing a kiss to the pad of Dean's thumb.

"Good," Dean nodded. "Good. I thought that we, you know... could stay a little longer in here. Fresh hot water and you'n me... and your talented hands..."

Roman's fuck yes got lost somewhere between the sound of the draining water and Dean's lips which sealed tightly over his own...

X

The yard of the car repair shop was filled with the usual busyness when Roman turned into the parking lot. It was a sunny day and the time was heading towards late afternoon in big strides.

He'd woken up late in the morning and the empty place beside him had told him that Dean had left with their father already. It was Saturday and it had become some kind of a routine for Dean to be at the shop on Saturdays until late afternoon, waiting for Roman to pick him up.

In the bathroom he'd been staring for minutes at his own reflection in the mirror, with a silly and happy smile on his lips, a sweet ache in his chest and a golden warmth in his heart because... there, emblazoned on his chest, had been a big S. A Superman S. Dean had obviously done that while Roman had been fast asleep. And the S had stayed there even after he'd taken a shower. Why? Because Dean had used a permanent marker. And to be honest, Roman hadn't put much effort in scrubbing it off.

A sigh passed his lips as he brought a hand up to his chest and ran his fingers lightly over the S that was hidden under his shirt. His mind jumped back to the last night, gracing him with images of the three hours they had spent in the bathtub. Or rather... with how they'd spent the time in there.

A smirk grew on his lips.

Two rounds. Two times he'd heard Dean groan his name in that forbidden sexy voice and god knew, the muscle ache he had in his right arm today was sweet. Two times of almost saying the three words.

Almost.

It hadn't been the right moment.

And then... sex. Like, sex. He was probably going to die happily the moment they came to actually having more than just hand-jobs but he'd promised to go Dean's pace and so he would wait until Dean gave his okay for more.

Speaking of Dean...

Getting out of the car, Roman walked straigth towards the one place he knew where he would find Dean. The Camaro.

He'd almost reached the garage... and then he froze to the spot.

Dean... came walking out of the garage where the Camaro was standing in, shirtless and a tire in each hand. Muscles were flexing under skin that was shimmering softly in the sunlight, skin of which he knew that it was temptingly soft to his touch. A white cloth was dangling from the hip pocket of a blue jeans that sat dangerously low on Dean's hips, giving sight on sexy hip dents. The white piece of fabric was swinging back and forth in the rhythm of that goddamn sexy hip swing.

And Roman could only stare, his mouth watering and his southern region heating up and Jesus, this looked like the beginning of some soft porn movie...

He watched as Dean hauled the tires on a pile of old tires. Strands of the blond unruly mop of hair were sticking to his forehead and just as he came walking back Roman saw his tongue dart out, licking over his lips, keeping Roman's eyes prisoner for a second. Dean hadnmt noticed him yet, wasn't aware of being watched. He bent down to pick a bottle of water up and as he straightened up again, he took a quick sip from the bottle before he poured some of its content over his head. The water cascaded down the slender body and fuck, this was a fucking soft porn.

Still not aware of Roman's presence, Dean made his way back to the Chevy and fot a brief moment Roman remained right were he was because his jeans was traitoriusly tight. If he tried to walk over to the garage while sporting boner would only end up in an embarassing situation for him if somehow noticed him walking funny.

Not much later it was safe to move and he crossed the short distance quickly but as he stepped up to the open door of the garage, he found himself once again glued to the spot. Not that he hadn't seen thos image before but ot never ceased to warm his heart.

Dean was bracing on the rim of the motor compartment, quietly talking to the car while checking on something. Usually Roman would have found it strange that someone talked to a car but he knew that the Camaro was special to Dean. Just like the broken cellphone or the old wheel nut he kept like treasures. This wasn't the kind of this car is my girlfriend talking but... Roman couldn't put it in words. He couldn't make out what Dean was saying but it was spoken softly. After a moment Dean drew back, wiping his hand ln the cloth from his hip pocket, before he walked along the car to and back to the trunk, tenderly smoothing a hand over the yellow flank.

Deciding that it was time to let Dean know that he wasn't alone in the room anymore, he said smiling: "Should I be jealous?"

Dean looked up. A faint smile played on his lips as their gazes locked but there was something... something Roman couldn't put his finger on but it was there, lying in Dean's features. A softness. Determination. More.

Never breaking his gaze away from those baby blues, he closed the door and locked it.

His name was being whispered, the soft sound barely audible but it lit a flame deep in him as he slowly walked over to Dean...

- tbc -

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