Four

Roman woke up to an empty apartment the next morning. He found a note from Dean asking him to make himself comfortable and to help himself to whatever was in the fridge.

He also found a hundred dollar note on the table which Dean put a sticky note on, saying it was for his own use.

Roman left it there; he didn't want Dean's money.

He wanted Dean though. The wet dream he had last night certainly didn't help his cause. In his dream, Dean had barged into his room and started to make out heavily with him. And then their clothes started to come off…

Roman groaned. Reliving it would make it difficult for him to look Dean in the eyes later.

He would have gone out when he realised he didn't even have Dean's cellular number. There were keys left on the island counter though.

Roman glanced at the clock. Eleven twenty. He had slept through the alarm for the first time in his life.

After a warm shower, he changed into a Tapout t-shirt and black jeans. Making a mental note to get the newspaper, he grabbed the keys Dean had left before he heard the door being opened.

Dean walked in then. "Hey," he greeted Roman.

"Hey. I thought you were at-"

His words died in his mouth when Seth walked in behind. Dean excused himself to go to the spare room.

"So," Seth said.

"Yeah… hi," Roman greeted.

Seth was giving him a look that suggested Roman was unwelcomed. "You're in my way, you know. I will win him back."

Roman didn't know what to make of his statement. He wasn't aware he was in a competition for Dean's heart.

"We used to be close till I messed up. But he'll see how sincere I am. You're just the rebound guy till he comes to his senses."

"I'm pretty sure I came to my senses when I caught you in bed with what's his name."

Both men turned around and found Dean frowning. He walked over to Seth and shoved a huge black garbage bag in his arms. "Take these and get out of here."

"Dean-"

"Get out, Seth."

Seth sighed and before leaving the house without any further fuss.

Dean turned around and was looking at him. "You're not a rebound guy," he assured. "You're more that that."

"That's a relief to know," Roman bit his lip. "What are you doing home so soon?"

"I took a couple of days off. Days that were owed to me anyways. Since Seth came to the station whining about his clothes, I asked my Chief if it was okay to take a few days off and he agreed. Anyways, I figured might as well get you settled in, right?"

"Dean, how much do you want for rent-"

"I'm not taking any rental money from you, Roman."

"Dean-"

"No, Roman. I don't want a penny from you."

"What do you want then?"

"Just for you to stop worrying so much. There's no hidden motive here. Relax." His eyes fell on the untouched money. "Why didn't you take it?"

"Because I don't want your money."

"What do you want?"

Roman didn't hesitate. "You. I want you."

Dean gave him a small smile as he strode to him. He pulled Roman towards him and their lips met in a passionate kiss.

He was being kissed thoroughly.

Dean was a good kisser. His tongue teased Roman's, who then being unable to control it, responded by tugging at his hair.

"Damn, Dean," he breathed as Dean wrapped his legs around his waist before attacking his neck with kisses.

Roman wanted to feel Dean's bare skin against his. It didn't matter whether if he was bottom or top.

He hissed when Dean bit a spot on his neck.

"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" Dean murmured.

All thoughts of job hunting went out the window the moment Roman heard the question.

He nodded.

Dean jumped to his feet and led Roman to his bedroom. Before Roman could take note of his surroundings, Dean pushed him on the bed and removed his Tapout t-shirt swiftly.

He claimed Roman's lips again before he started to unbutton his jeans. "Guess you won't be needing these."

When Roman was fully naked, he saw Dean's eyes travel up and down his body. "You're beautiful," the scruffy man said quietly before kissing him again. "So beautiful."

"Dean, shouldn't you remove your clothes too?" Roman gasped between kisses.

Dean rolled off him and took off his clothes. Roman quietly admired his physique: well defined pecs and narrow waist and below that...

He made Roman forget to breathe as he resumed kissing the Samoan. When Roman's nipple was caught in his mouth, he found himself arching against the blond. "Dean!" he whimpered, hands gripping the pillow edges.

Dean pecked at his lips once more before peppering kisses across his chest and claiming the other nipple and then going lower and lower...

Roman didn't think it'd feel this good but damn it… it was better than his dream.

"Hold on. I'll get a condom." Dean got up and left the bedroom.

Reality sank in then. What was he thinking asking Dean for sex? Who knew what he would think of him now?

Roman sat up just as Dean came back to the room. "Where do you think you're going?" He pushed Roman down gently and rolled the condom on.

"Dean, are you sure you want this?"

Dean kissed him hard before positioning himself. "I'm sure."

As he started moving with Dean, Roman felt that every single book he read about romance could not compare to what he was experiencing with Dean at that moment.

Dean planted tender kisses on his cheek, neck and shoulder, praising him. It didn't take long before he felt his body tremble and he gave in to the pleasure he was seeking. Dean gave a near shout seconds later when he came before collapsing on Roman.

Both of them were panting. Roman felt time stood still when Dean's eyes met his. "You okay?"

Roman nodded. "Yeah." Then he added, "Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?"

"Because of you know… I said I wanted you and… and you-"

Dean laughed. "Roman, you wanted me and I wanted you too. Fair play all around." He pulled out and kissed him once more. "I'd do it again."

A shiver ran down his spine. "You would?"

"Yeah. Except I'm really sleepy now." He reached over for the blanket and covered them both with it. Roman was pulled closer to him. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

He was going to turn Roman's head with all this flattery. That sex they just had was the best one he ever had. Roman adored the way Dean kissed him, held him...

He looked over to Dean who was now sound asleep. "I think you're beautiful too," he said softly.

The smell of eggs woke him up. He rubbed his eyes and grudgingly got out of bed and put on his track pants.

Roman was in the kitchen making scrambled eggs wearing a black tank top and gym shorts.

"Good evening," he said cheerily.

"That smells delicious," Dean said as he sat down on the high stool near the island.

"Thanks."

Dean admired the muscular cutting of Roman's back. Memories of this afternoon hit him. He had not counted on Roman being that passionate in his arms.

Then again he had not counted on being where he was right now with Roman but he wasn't going to complain.

Maybe for once he got it right. Admittedly a little too fast but it still felt right.

Roman put the eggs over toast with sliced tomatoes and two sausages on two white bone china plates. "These were all I could find in the fridge," he said apologetically as he placed a plate in front of Dean.

"Yeah. I haven't gone grocery shopping yet. Maybe we can go tomorrow afternoon."

"Wait… we?"

"Well… if you don't have other plans, that is." Dean wondered why Roman responded that way. Unless… unless this afternoon's event was just a physical thing for him. "Ummm… I mean look Roman, we don't have to do things together just because we had sex. We're not… obligated to one another for anything."

It was beyond him why it hurt him to say that.

"Oh." Roman sat down beside him. "Bon appetit."

Dean sneaked a quick glance at him and saw the disappointment on his face.

Wait a minute…

"Have I said something wrong, Roman?" he asked.

"No," came the Samoan's reply.

Dean could tell it was the exact opposite. "Was it because of what I said about us?"

"Please let's talk about something else."

But Dean didn't want to drop it; Roman meant a lot to him.

But another look told him it was best to leave it alone for tonight.

Roman felt confused… and used. Like yesterday's news, he thought as he looked through the job classified section of the newspaper the next morning.

Dean had gone out to meet some friends for coffee and said he'd be back in the afternoon.

The blond wouldn't even look him in the eyes, merely grabbing his sunglasses and keys and wished him good luck.

He wondered if sleeping with him had been a mistake. They certainly wouldn't have been awkward around each other.

That was the problem when you loved someone and they liked you. It was like his relationship with Jason all over again.

Except Roman loved Dean more than he had loved anyone.

Maybe it was lust. It had to be.

This was ridiculous, Roman thought as he folded the newspaper. Stop thinking about him and focus on your life, you sap.

Maybe listening to the radio would help. He opened his Radio Tunes app and started to tie his hair.

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

That hit too close to home. He selected another station.

Love breaks your heart
Love takes no less than everything
Love makes it hard
And it fades away so easily

This was getting strange. Maybe some classic rock would help.

I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you

What the hell? Roman switched off the app.

"I'm an idiot," Dean declared to his three best friends, Antonio Cesaro, Finn Balor and Sami Zayn as he poured sugar into his caramel latte at Mocha Central, the coffeehouse owned by the three of them.

Cesaro laughed, putting his cup of tea down after sipping. "No arguments there. I've known that since college."

He scowled. "Didn't need that, thank you very much."

Sami chortled. "Actually, you did need that." He straightened his white t-shirt. "Why don't you put yourself out of misery and just tell him how you feel? Stop over analysing things and just go for it."

"Because it doesn't make any sense."

Finn shook his head. "Nothing about love makes sense. It makes us do stupid things."

"I'm not in love," Dean declared.

"And he's in denial."

"I wouldn't get ahead of myself, Finn. It took both Cesaro and you a long time to even get together."

Cesaro leaned against his seat. "That's because I was convinced that you were the one for me. But clearly I was wrong and rightly so. Not even Seth had you acting like this."

Dean narrowed his eyes at him. "He almost scared Roman away twice."

"What did he do?" Sami wanted to know.

"First he told Roman that he was my boyfriend. Then he implied that I'd get rid of Roman once I came to my senses about him and me."

"I'd watch my back if I were you," Finn warned. "He's probably going to try again."

"There's nothing to try. I wasn't in love with him."

"But you are with this guy," Cesaro supplied.

He would have protested until Finn pointed out, "Dean, you asked the guy out after talking to him for minutes, kissed him the next day, moved him in with you on the third and slept with him on the fourth. We've known you for twelve years. This is a first for you. Just accept the inevitable and you'll feel better."

"There's nothing wrong with love at first sight."

Dean crossed his arms. "I hate you three."

Sami shrugged. "Yet you always frequent our coffeehouse. Until you met the love of your life that is."

Dean's withering look to him made all three friends laugh.

He found Roman asleep on the oversized couch when he returned home later that afternoon.

Desire shook through his body as he admired the sleeping profile of the Samoan man. He wanted to feel those thick thighs around him.

Dean sat down slowly beside him and ran his fingers through the beautiful long locks. It was gentle and soft like the man.

He lightly traced his nose and lips.

Roman's eyes flew open then.

Blue and brown eyes met and Dean leaned himself closer. "Fuck, Roman Reigns. Why do you have this effect on me?"

He gently kissed him and coaxed Roman to return it. Fingers threaded through his hair as both their lips moved in sync.

Dean didn't even know how he ended up on top of Roman but he did know that if he wouldn't last another hour without wanting to make love to him again.

"Dean," he heard Roman sighed happily as he kissed his cheek and neck. "I love you."

He felt humbled that such a beautiful person would feel that way for him. In less than a week, Roman Reigns had changed his life.

"I love you too," he replied.

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