Seventeen

"Yes," Dean replied, leaning against his chair. "I was there. Your friend needed to be taught a lesson."

"Why?" Damien pressed. "He's just a chef. People won't even care about guys like him. People like us - the ones with the money - we are the ones that matter. Listen, Jon. I meant it when I said I like you. I have something big coming up and I want you in on it too."

This was what he was looking forward to; why he actually had to waste his time with this jackass instead of rolling in bed with his boyfriend.

"What kind of a deal?"

"I'll tell you after this."

His eyes darted up and he saw Seth walk into the room. What the hell? This was so not his day. Seth was walking in with that scoundrel he had cheated Dean on, Chris Sabin. Fuck. "Cool," Dean said. "I'll see you later."

"Where are you off to so fast?" Damien asked.

Seth spotted Dean and raised his hand. Before he could open his mouth, Dean kissed him on his lips to shut him up. He widened his eyes in response and he actually kissed Dean back the jackass. Chris' jaw was hung open in shock when Dean broke the kiss. "Do me a favor and play along and call me Jon," he muttered to Seth in his ear. "You owe me, you jackass."

"Okay," he agreed, slightly dazed.

"What is going on?" Damien asked.

"Damien," Dean replied. "This is my boyfriend, Seth."

Damien looked surprised. "Oh. Uh… hi. Seth. Jon's told me a lot about you." He looked like he wanted to throttle Seth for showing up.

"Has he?" Seth cooed. "Baby, you didn't have to. Isn't he the greatest?" He kissed Dean hard on the cheek. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

Seth was just ripping it, Dean thought. "Seth-"

"This is a wonderful hotel, isn't it?" Seth said. "Baby, I thought I'd surprise you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Aren't you surprised. Hey Damon-"

Damien looked annoyed. "It's Damien," he corrected.

"Right. I'd like to join you both." Seth sat down on the seat and crossed his legs. "Baby, please sit." He snapped his finger at Roman whom Dean hadn't noticed was looking at him with a guarded look. Oh no, he thought.

When Roman came nearer to their table, Seth smiled. "Hi Roy."

"It's Roman, Seth," Dean replied.

"Whatever. Roy, go fetch me a bread and make it quick."

"Seth, two things: he's not a waiter and it's a buffet."

Seth pouted. "But I want a bread. I want one!"

Dean gawked. Seth was behaving like a kid. "I'll go get it."

Roman followed behind. "Dean, what is going on?" he asked by the side of the table. Dean glanced back to Damien's table where he was looking at Seth with a bored expression. "Why did you kiss Seth?"

"Seth saw me talking to Damien and was about to call me by my name," he explained as he put a brioche on a plate. "So I kissed him to shut him up."

Roman stared at him. "Dean."

"Easy, babe. You know that you're the only one for me."

"Still it's unnerving. I mean why is Seth here?"

"Beats me. He came here with the guy he cheated me on."

His boyfriend looked at him with a saddened expression. "I'm sorry. You okay?"

"I've been over it a long time, Roman. Seth is just like an annoying bug. That's all. I better get back to the table."

Dean put the plate in front of Seth. "Baby, where's the butter?" he asked. "Oh. I invited Damien to dinner with us. Ummm… Roy can come to."

Damien made a face. "Why is the pastry chef invited to this?"

"Yes, Seth," Dean asked. "Why the hell is Roy the pastry chef invited to this?"

"Cuz I'm in a good mood. Roy can invite anyone to this dinner. Damien can too."

Dean wanted to choke his ex-boyfriend there and then. "Yay us."

"I know, right?"

Damien rolled his eyes. "Well, I don't want to decline your boyfriend's kind invitation. So I'll accept."

"Oh Roy!" Seth called out.

Roman came over with his tray. "Sorry, Sir. I have to go back-"

"I don't care. You're invited to dinner tonight and you have to come. Jon and I insist. Oh and that's an order."

Dean rolled his eyes. "You can't just order people, Seth. This is not a palace. This is a hotel."

"Bring whoever you want, Roy. Dinner is at the Waterfall Cafe. Be there at six thirty."

Roman nodded and walked off quickly. Dean stomped on Seth's right foot. "Finish your bread, babe. We wouldn't want to be late for our spa session."

Seth looked thrilled and stood up. "I'm not hungry. Let's go get me groomed."

Roman slammed his spatula down on the preparation table in his kitchen. Just when he thought it was okay with Dean, Seth had to stroll back into his life. He trusted Dean. He just didn't trust Seth. How was Seth's so called boyfriend even okay with this?

And now he had to attend this dinner. Who could he possibly call that would come at the last minute? Well, there was always Kofi. But Roman knew that he was always busy in the evenings.

Jason. His ex boyfriend might be available.

He took out his phone and scrolled the phonebook for his number. He pressed on the name and waited for the phone to ring. "Jason?"

Dean frowned at Seth as they sat down at the dinner table at the Waterfall Cafe. The theme of the place seemed to be of organic nature with vines near the entrance and restaurant interior pillars. The furniture was of oak wood material with warm lighting throughout the restaurant. "Oh my. Would you look at this place?" he cooed.

"Seth," Dean said through gritted teeth. "Shut up."

"No way. I came here to order and have fun."

"Fun? Seth, I cannot believe the nerve of you. I'm here on a-"

"I love salmon," his ex boyfriend piped.

Dean looked at him. "Who's forking this bill?"

"You are!"

"What? I did not agree-"

"Hi Jon," Damien walked in with a man wearing suit and his blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. "This is my date, Edge."

This was becoming interesting, Dean mused. A, B, C, D and E.

Roman arrived not long after with a black man whom he introduced as Jason Jordan. His ex boyfriend. Seth was staring daggers at Roman for reasons Dean could not phantom. "Seth-"

"I'm sure you're all wondering why I invited everyone down," Seth said.

Dean downed the JD he ordered immediately.

"Jon and I are celebrating our anniversary!"

They were what? That was not part of the-

"Congratulations!" Damien toasted a glass of wine to them both. He didn't seemed too thrilled. Neither did Roman who was staring at his own glass. Dean wanted to strangle Seth. How dare he put Dean in an awkward position?

Jason looked surprised. "Oh. Congratulations you two." He looked at Roman who was now frowning at Seth.

"Thank you," Seth replied, beaming widely. The brat.

"Congratulations," Roman bit out. "I can't think of two people who deserve one another more."

"But of course. It's true. Jon and me… we're exact opposites but our chemistry is like fireworks. It's magic and he's my soulmate."

"Seth," Dean said in a menacing tone. "Don't you think you should be talking about other things?"

"Oh Jon. Roy's just bitter because Jensen and him are not as happy as we are."

"It's Jason actually," Jason corrected Seth politely. "And he's Roman."

Dean stood up. "I need a drink," he announced. "A strong one."

"But baby-" Seth said but Dean ignored him and went to the bar at the other end of the restaurant. "One vodka soda," he ordered.

The bartender nodded.

Dean rubbed his temples. He could feel a headache coming on. Seth in this whole thing just made things worse. And also A, B, C, D and E. Who the hell was C? Roman had only heard one name and that was it.

He'd have to run down the station to get a look because he remembered what the guy looked like. The bartender gave him his drink and Dean asked him to charge it to his room. He signed the slip and headed back to the table where Roman was still staring at Seth and Damien looked confused.

"Everyone having a good time?" Dean asked and drank a bit of his drink and placed it on the table.

Jason nodded. "Oh. It's been entertaining to say the least."

"Seth can entertain you guys, can't you, babe?" he asked.

The little brat actually had the audacity to smile. "Of course."

He nodded and put his hand on Seth's shoulder, squeezing it hard.

"Jensen is a vet. Did you know that?"

Jason put an arm around Roman. "I run my own clinic."

"This party just got awkward," Dean said before downing the rest of his drink.

"Oh I agree," Damien added.

Waiters brought in individual portions of Forest Mushroom and Ancient Farro Grain Soup with Aged Sherry, Clipped Rooftop Chive for the starters.

Roasted Garlic and Herb Butter Basted Beef Tenderloin with Mascarpone Chive Mashed Potatoes, Seasonal Vegetables was served for the entree.

Seth also ordered Warm Maple Pecan Tart with Salted Caramel Sauce for the dessert.

Dean started to do mental calculations in his head for how much the meal would cost him.

"I love their soup," Seth said.

He was seriously beginning to question why he dated Seth in the first place. Roman seemed to be enjoying his discomfort.

"So Seth," Damien asked. "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a model. I just recently came back from Paris after walking the runway for Hugo Boss." Seth took out his phone and showed some photos to Damien. Dean was surprised though he didn't show it. Seth was now a runway model?

Damien looked impressed. "Wow."

The two toned haired man passed the phone to Jason who looked through the photos with Roman. Seth kissed Dean on his cheek. "He has supported me through the good times and bad times."

Well, there was some truth to that. Still, did he have to act so dramatic? He was half expecting Roman to flip him off and demand the ring back. Dean sneaked a glance at Roman who was laughing quietly at something Jason was saying.

Why did they break up, he wondered. They both looked good together and obviously they got along… Dean would wager that they hardly quarrelled.

A text message from Captain Calaway interrupted his thoughts and he read it quickly.

There was a man wanted for robbery running by foot and heading towards the direction of the Wellington Hotel. Dean excused himself from the table and went up to his room quickly taking his gun and badge and headed down towards the address Captain Calaway had given.

Captain Calaway sent a snapshot of the man - brunette with beard and goatee - wearing a orange jumpsuit. As if on cue, the man wheezed past him.

"Freeze!" Dean yelled as he started to chase him past a few buildings. "HHPD. Freeze!"

The man was fast - maybe he was an athlete - and the second they reached the bridge, he jumped over into an open top bus.

The auburn haired man did not hesitate to do the same. After all, this was what he loved about his job. He fell on his feet and the passengers started to scream. The robber jumped off first a few stops down before Dean did the same.

Making his way to the park, Dean picked up speed as he ran, tackling him to the ground and grappling him.

Using a cable tie he kept, the cop secured it quickly around his hands, his legs pinning the robber's to the ground.

"HHPD," Dean replied. "You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney and if you cannot afford one, one will be provided to you at no charge. Do you understand these rights?"

"Fuck you."

"Sorry but you're not my type."

A few minutes later, HHPD police cars came near the area. Dolph was one of the first ones. "Thanks, man!" He took Dean's attire - an Armani suit - and laughed. "Oops. Sorry to interrupt dinner."

"Haha."

By the time Dean reached the Waterfall Cafe, they were having after dinner drinks of Bailey's Irish Cream. "Baby, why are you sweating?" Seth asked when Dean reached the table. "Where were you?"

Fuck, Dean thought. Everyone around the table was looking at him quizzically.

"Uh…"

"Were you with someone else?" Seth demanded.

This was it. This was his way out. "You caught me."

"WHAT?!"

"Well, he was hot and he asked me if I wanted to go back to his room so I said yes. I have a thing for brunettes. What can I say?"

"How about no? And on our anniversary?!"

His phone buzzed again. Captain Calaway sent him a text telling him to take his car out. They had another robber on the loose and he was driving a 2015 Ford Mustang along the road before the hotel leading to a highway.

Dean sighed. Again? This was turning into a wild night. "I uh just remembered that I have to go somewhere… again."

"Baby!" Seth whined.

He ran all the way to the parking lot and got into his Lamborghini Huracán turning the ignition on. Dean was seriously wondering why criminals chose tonight of all nights. He drove out to an abandoned alley and waited. His blue eyes scanned the road ahead.

So many things to do, so little time. He needed Seth out of the way for now until he could get to the bottom of what was going on with Damien.

He must have waited for about twenty minutes before a 2015 Ford Mustang just zoomed past and on autopilot, Dean stepped on his gear and chased after it. The driver must have noticed him tailgating him so he looked out of the window and took a gun and aimed it at Dean's Lamborghini.

The bullet narrowly missed Dean who took out his Glock 17 firearm and pressed the trigger aiming for car.

Dean caught a good look at the robber - Caucasian, male about twenty years old - who opened fire again.

Aiming at his tyre, the auburn haired cop aimed and fired at it before the car started to spin and hit a concrete road block. The driver opened the door and rolled out, crawling before Dean swooped in and slammed him against his Mustang, this time with cuffs being slapped on the robber's wrists. "Fucking cop!" he snarled.

"Shut up!" Dean snapped.

As always, Dolph showed up later with a partner, Nick Jackson. "Sorry, we missed the fun."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Uh huh."

As far as tonight went, this was crazy. Dean send Roman a text message asking whether dinner was over but there was no reply. Sighing, he decided it was probably better to head back to the room.

When he reached his suite, he found Roman sleeping. Not wanting to disturb him, Dean quietly removed his clothes until he was in his boxers, putting aside his gun in the drawer beside his side of the bed and went into the bathroom to wash his face. Then he quietly climbed into bed and lied down, his back facing Roman.

Two robbers in a night. Maybe criminals were not on vacation anymore, he mused.

He'd have to talk to Damien tomorrow. Then was Seth, that little brat who probably ordered half the restaurant.

One arm went around his abdomen. "Babe?" Roman said sleepily. "Turn around."

Dean rolled over and faced his boyfriend. "Hey."

"Where were you?"

"Chasing people."

"You still have to be on duty?"

"Well, I am still on standby. I chased one on foot and another by car. They were both arrested for robbery."

"Did you read them their rights?"

"You have to, babe."

Roman smiled. "Can you read me my rights?"

Dean laughed. "What?"

"Yeah. I wanna hear it."

Dean thought hard. "You're under arrest," he said in his authoritative voice. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you by your auburn haired boyfriend. You have the right to kiss him anytime you want and if you cannot do so, he will gladly be giving you those kisses for no reason at all. Do you understand these rights?"

And Roman leaned over and kissed him softly. "I understand."

Dean ran his hand through Roman's hair.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I missed you."

Dean pressed his lips on Roman's forehead. "I missed you too."

When Roman woke up the next morning, Dean was showering, lathering his body with the hotel's shower gel.

"Babe, I'm heading down to the lobby," he said. "Seeing Jason off."

Dean turned around, an eyebrow raised. "He's here?"

"He booked a room for one night," Roman explained. "See you later."

He took an elevator and went down to the lobby where Jason dressed in his A&F t-shirt and jeans smiled at him when the Samoan man reached his side. "Thank you for last night, Jason."

"No problem," Jason replied. "You look happy, Roman. I mean the happiest I've seen you."

"I am. He's something special."

"Kind of makes me jealous of him."

Roman didn't know what to make of that. Once upon of a time, he had thought that he had wanted something with Jason but with Dean, he felt his breath taken away just by the sight of him.

It was a burning kind of love in his heart, unlike anything he had ever experienced. Roman wouldn't trade Dean for anyone in the world.

The scent of Hugo Element Cologne filled his nostrils, reminding him of a time when he thought life was good with Jason. Except the vet didn't want to commit. The irony being Dean who had met Roman literally swept him off his feet and had him moved in within three days.

Everything about Dean felt right to Roman.

Jason leaned over and kissed him on the lips tenderly. Roman stepped back. "Sorry," his ex boyfriend apologised. "You sure it's him you want?"

"Always."

"I can respect that. Sorry about the kiss."

"Don't do that again."

"I won't." Jason waved at him. "Take care, Roman."

"You too, Jason."

He watched his ex boyfriend get into the taxi. Unknownst to Roman, someone else was watching with a picture shot on his phone.

A/N Hope you are enjoying the story so far. Like I mentioned it is a slow burner so please bear with me. Thank you for the favorites/follows/reviews. I appreciate it. :-)