The short second that Dean gave Roman to take back the order had passed. His eyes were fearless and Dean would just look stupid if he asked whether Roman really wanted to continue. The question how far was too far lingered on Dean's mind but he realized it was subjective anyway. There was no line if the other one wouldn't object. If Roman backed down it'd be so much easier. "Just step back," Dean shouted in his mind. But he wouldn't. And the time for thinking without looking suspicious was up. He got on his knees and feared what would come next.

Roman's underwear was showing and revealing the thing that would have its premiere in a minute. No matter how uncomfortable he felt he had to go through it. Besides, he knew Dean felt the same way, if not worse. But that's what you get for taking jokes too far.

"Wait a sec," Dean postponed the long-awaited moment for another few seconds.

"What? You've changed your mind?"

"No. Of course not. I was just thinking that we could continue where we took off. You know, before I found out that it was you and the kidnapping was not real. I'd prefer being the victim with no options."

Roman smirked. It sounded to him like Dean wanted to play some kind of sexual game. To make it more interesting. Well, if that was his condition. . . .

Dean realized what Roman was thinking. He wasn't hiding his thoughts well. But that was not it. What Dean said was supposed to mean something totally different. It was in no way an implication of desire to step it up a bit. "I don't want to see it. I don't need to see it," he corrected himself so that he wouldn't sound as though he felt like the person drawing the short straw. "What difference would it make if I had tape over my eyes anyways?" For him, huge difference.

Seth's subtle giggling caught attention of Dean and Roman as well. "What?" Dean asked. "What's so funny?"

Everything, he'd say, but instead he chose to be more specific not to waste everyone's time and not to ruin the special moment. "Don't act like it's your first time."

Dean suppressed the offensive mode that was about to emerge. With a calm voice, fake smile on his face, he turned to Seth and said, "Maybe you have some experience in this area, but I've never done this. Really."

Seth pretended to have appreciated the joke but the hateful look proved he had not. "That's not what I meant. Don't act like it's your first time seeing his cock is what I meant."

Dean was striking him with his eyes for thinking he was funny or something. He'd like to see him in his place. Yeah, it's easy to joke when you're just watching the spectacle.

After a short distraction Dean returned to Roman fully attentive. "Forget it. No tape then. I just close my eyes, open my mouth and you put it in. Then I'll take care of the rest," Dean set his conditions. The steady, monotonous voice would almost persuade one that this really wasn't his first time. The trembling body, though, revealed the truth. This was all wrong. Oh, so wrong. How did I get here, he was thinking in order to take his mind off the nasty reality and disgusting future. Stay strong, he talked to himself. You can do this.

Nobody wanted it, yet it had to happen. Roman lowered his trousers and reached into his boxer briefs to pull out what would soon become the number one watched object in the area. Seth watched with excitement and curiosity. Dean watched with horror and aversion. He meant to close his eyes seconds ago but somehow he couldn't. You fear more what you can't see than what you're looking at. Well, he was looking at it now but he didn't feel that much better. Until . . . until hysterical laughter possessed him. Suddenly he felt a wave of relief. He was free. Roman's dick did not seem interested in what they meant to do with it. Not one bit, really.

"I guess that means I've won," Dean gladly announced.

Seth too noticed the problem. But he wanted to see it happening so much! It can't end like this. Even before it could start. Man!

"It's still on," Roman insisted.

"Nah, it's off. All the way." Such a good feeling to know it's over. The brain starts working again. Relief. But Dean was the only one who was truly happy.

"Just be nice to it," Seth yelled his advice to Dean's face. It couldn't be it. He refused to accept that it was over.

"Well," Dean spoke, brushing the dirt off his knees. He stretched his back and cracked his knuckles. After so long, now was the first time he felt great. No more twists, no more planning against him. No more teaming up on him. From now on he'd take the leadership again. After all, that's the way it's supposed to be, according to him. "I guess we can return to the camp now. Man, that was fun," he said, smiling. He was able to smile now that the world started turning again.

But Roman shared Seth's attitude. It may have been surprising but he really was. This was not the end, at least he did not consider it to be. Dean cannot be allowed to win. Not again. He always ends up saving himself. There's gotta be karma in the world. If there were, this time he would not get away. If there weren't, then it was up to Roman to make his own destiny which might or might not be compatible with Dean's image of it.

Fearlessly, confidently, he touched his manhood and started stroking it. Reaction came not that much later.

Dean's happiness was gone.

"Do you give up?" Roman teased him.

Desire to yell "Yes!" was strong but his pride wouldn't let that happen. He turned around and looked at Roman. This was not going as planned. "No," he had to declare. His mood changed rapidly. He was stuck at point with no good outlook for the immediate future. God. It would not stop afterwards, Dean realized. It'd be with him forever; feeling of humiliation digging its way back into the consciousness every time it felt like it.

Damage it would cause to his mental health did not matter so much to make him stop. He came crawling. The power was gone. Roman became the master. The thought, the question, that bothered him because it was probably correct was He wouldn't surrender, would he? The only answer that his brain was able to offer him was no. Roman's determination was strong.

He took the position he knew from earlier. He got on his knees again. This time he felt less confident. In fact confidence was the last thing he felt. The reason might have been that he was looking at a cock that he would take in his mouth in an instant.

Roman and Seth found mental connection and satisfaction in Dean's despair. This was what he deserved.

He closed his eyes; he couldn't bare the sight. It was all too overwhelming. Sickening. The funny thing was that when he came up with the whole idea of this trip his goal was for the guys to reconnect, to reinforce their friendship. Well, he would get that. But in no way he imagined it like this. He wanted their minds to connect, not their bodies!

"Come on, Dean. Open your mouth," Roman said in a sweet but annoyingly teasing voice. He was holding his dick and rubbing it by Dean's firmly pressed mouth. On his lips he had to taste him. Maybe that was why he found it more and more difficult to let it happen. "Open your mouth," Roman repeated. "I dare you."

So Dean did. Eyes closed, fists clenched, trying not to breath. Brain turned off for his own sake. He took Roman's shaft in, knowing from that moment on nothing would be the same.