Dean spent the next three days thinking about Roman. What was weird about it, was the fact that he didn't even spend that many days thinking about his ex. It wasn't like he was thinking about the kiss, but more like what was it that he did, that made Roman think he was attracted to men? As far as Dean knew, he never even thought about guys like that. Not their big hands or their long black hair, their pink lips...

"Dude." Seth said as he tossed a french fry in Dean's face. It snapped Dean out of his thoughts and thank god he did it too, he didn't know where his mind would've went if Seth didn't interrupt. "What are you thinking about? You look like you were deep in thought."

"He was probably thinking about Alicia, like always." Dolph added, sipping on his soda right after. Dean tossed a fry back at Dolph, hitting him in his chest.

"I wasn't thinking about her. We're over. I get that." Dean spat back, looking down at his lunch.

"I bet he's thinking about the waiter over there who keeps giving him looks." Cody chimed in, laughing as he ate the fry off of Dolph's chest. Dolph gave Cody a disgusted look but it didn't stop him from eating off of Cody's plate as well.

"What? I'm not gay dude, shut the fuck up."

"Chill. Dean he's just playing." Seth looks at Dean's expression and starts to worry about him. Dean was an introvert in retrospect, a guy who was always in his thoughts but no one knew him like Seth knew him. When something was wrong Seth could feel it.

"I'm calm. Just don't make jokes like that got it?" Dean didn't even know where his anger was coming from, they were his best friends but as soon as he mentioned anything about being "gay" he started to get pissed off. He wasn't gay. Far from it.

"You need to get laid, big time bro." That was Dolph who said that, stretching his mouth out in a surprised kinda way.

"You know what, fuck you guys. I'm outta here."

Dean stood up and then tossed money on the table, leaving the diner they were in. Seth watched as he left, worried about his friend.

Dean needed peace and quiet so he found himself in central park around 5 pm. It was nice to be alone, and just think things over. He couldn't get his mind off of Roman, and the kiss. No matter what he did, or how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about him. Which was confusing as fuck for Dean.

He sat on a random bench then pulled out his phone. He looked over his contacts and saw Roman's number. Apart of Dean wanted to call him. That same part didn't know why. He sighed, feeling like a complete jackass, then put his phone away, getting up to walk back to the hotel.

As he was walking, a man jogged pass, Dean squinted his eyes and saw that it was Roman. It couldn't be a coincidence... could it?

"Roman?" Dean called out but it seemed like Roman didn't hear him. He had headphones in. Dean immediately started running after him, he didn't even know why, he just felt the need too.

When he caught up, he put his hands on Roman's shoulder, but it seemed like he shocked the big man because Roman immediately flipped him over onto the pavement. "Ow! Mother of god!" Dean screamed as his back hit the floor.

"Dean? Fuck! Dean!" Roman helped Dean back to his feet, holding onto him as he did. "I thought you were trying to rob me or something! I didn't know it was you. I.. can't believe it's you." Roman rubbed Dean's back gently, trying to make sure that he was okay.

"I'm okay, sorry i didn't know how else to get your attention. You run pretty damn fast." Dean held onto his own shoulder, breathing in for a few seconds before he got stood up straight, finally able to get wind back into his lungs. He noticed that Roman was holding him, rubbing his back. Dean cleared his throat and slowly backed out of his embrace.

"I figured after i fucked everything up, you didn't ever want to see me again." Roman said, taking a sip of water from his bottle. Some of it dripped down his shirt, and Dean found himself watching. Roman had such a broad figure, muscles, and a tattoo that ran up his entire arm. He was gorgeous. Dean thought. It wasn't weird to call another man gorgeous right? At least not outloud.

"Sorry that's my fault. I'm a bit of an asshole. You apologized so many times and i just left you hanging. I know you're sorry. It's all good dude." Dean smiled, seeing Roman smile back. He had a nice smile, it made Dean's stomach feel weird, like empty but also weightless. Something like... butterflies.

"Cool. Thanks man, about the other night, i should explain. You see, i'm usually a go after what i want kinda guy you know? I thought you were hot and i took a chance. It's not the first time i kissed a straight guy and regretted it." Roman's lips formed into a side smile and Dean looked down, laughing. Roman was confident. He could give him that. Dean was confident too, well when it came to women.

"So did you lose my number, or can we finally hang out now that you know I'm not trying to get into your pants?" Roman asked, causing Dean to chuckle.

"We can hang out. Sorry that i didn't call things were... just weird for me."

"I understand." Roman told him, "Well, hey, I'm having a party at my place this weekend, if you wanna come, you can. I'll text you the details."

"Sure. Mind if i bring a friend?"

"Nope."

"Cool. I guess I'll see you this weekend."

"I definitely hope so." Roman winked at him, then waved as he started running in the other direction. Once he left the weird feeling in Dean's stomach subsided.

And Dean ended up smiling all the way back to the hotel.

"So we're going to a party, with a guy you just met and know nothing about?"

"Yep."

"And you met him how...again?"

"At the bar we went to a couple nights ago. He's cool. His name is Roman."

Seth watched as Dean stood in the mirror, looking at different shirts to wear. He never seen his friend this nervous. It was the first time he was hearing about this Roman guy. Dean seemed different, like he was actually excited about something, which was weird because he hardly got excited about anything.

"So, the blue or the black shirt?" Dean asked, holding them both up for Seth to see.

Seth smiled, "Blue, dude. Go with blue."

"Hey, Dean! You made it." Roman said as he opened the door. Seth noticed Roman look at Dean up and down, and Dean slightly blush at his gaze. The two toned boy was starting to become more and more suspicious of this Roman guy now.

"Hey, this is my best friend... Seth." Dean said and Roman smiled at him.

"Nice to meet you, i'm Roman."

Before Seth could say hi back, he saw Dean and Roman disappear into the crowd together. Seth shrugged and decided to go see if there was booze.

Roman got Dean a beer, then dragged him onto his terrace because it was pretty loud and wild inside. "I'm so glad you came. I was starting to think you'd lost my number again." Roman took the beer from Dean, then twisted the cap open with his teeth, swigging some of it before he handed it back to him.

"I told you i would come so here i am. I always keep my promises." Dean took a sip himself, and before he knew it, the beer was finished, damn, he must've been thirsty.

"Mhm. I bet you do." Roman bit his lip, looking at Dean up and down once again. It was hard not to notice his body, he was slender but had muscles as well. His shirt clung to his abs, and Roman couldn't stop eyeing him with an intensity that could only be described as hunger. "I like the blue on you. It's definitely your color."

Dean could tell that Roman was flirting, but he chalked it up to alcohol. Plus he didn't mind it, he kinda liked that all of Roman's attention was on him.

"Thank you. I like your shirt too." Dean said back, wishing he had another beer or something in that moment.

"You're so bad at this." Roman said with a laugh.

"At what?"

"Flirting."

"I wasn't flirting. I'm straight." Dean said it like he was more confused about the sentence. He wasn't flirting, just mentioning that he liked his shirt too. Guys told other guys that all the time.

"Right. Okay." Roman turned to look through the glass then took Dean by the hand, "Come let's get back inside. I don't want your friend to get the wrong idea."

As they walked in, Roman squeezed Dean's hand, then released it once they were in front of everyone. It should've felt weird to Dean. But the only thing that felt weird was when Roman actually let go.

Dean found Seth doing shots with that same chick he met at the bar, Nikki. They were near the kitchen, so automatically Dean came over, and grabbed the shot glass out of Seth's hand then drunk it down, wincing as the clear liquor hit the back of his throat. "Ugh. Tequila." Dean said, pouring more of it, then taking it back to back... to back.

"Dude, you okay?" Seth asked, putting his hand on Dean's back.

He didn't know if he was okay, Roman just ditched him, let go of his hand and everything. But why was he upset over it? Dean's eyes watched Roman. He was talking to some guy, who was tall, fit, tan. He was smiling and laughing and the guy put his arms around Roman's waist. The burn of tequila stung his throat as his heart started to pang against his chest. Man... fuck this party.

"I'm fine." Dean lied, now sipping on some beer he found on the kitchen counter.

"Woah.. man, i'm tossed. Those chicks over there invited us to an after party, they live like three blocks down.. you in?" Seth asked Dean, but Dean shook his head no.

"I think I'm going to stick around, I'll see you back at the hotel later okay?"

"Alright dude.. hey, be safe. If you need me, just text. I'll come running." Dean smiled at that, his vision was a little hazed from back to back tequila shots but he was cool nonetheless.

"Thanks superman."

The party started to die down and soon everyone was gone. Roman started cleaning up with a big black hefty bag, going through each of his rooms to clean. When he got to the bathroom, he found Dean in there, near the toilet with a bottle of tequila between his legs.

"Are you okay?" Roman said, kneeling down in front of him. He laid the bag down, then put his hands on Dean's legs, trying to see if he was alright.

"I'm okay, i didn't even throw up. Its just.. the room was spinning and i needed to sit for just a sec. Shhh." Dean whispered, smiling at him. He was totally drunk, it was actually kinda cute.

"You're drunk." Roman told him.

"You're drunk." Dean said back, booping his nose. Roman cracked a smile, then picked Dean up in his arms. Dean felt himself be picked up and found this weird sense of safety, and security.

"You can sleep it off in my room." As Roman walked him to his room, Dean's hands moved around his neck. Maybe he did it subconsciously, Roman thought. He laid him down against his pillows, watching as Dean crawled into a ball on his bed.

Roman looked at him, sighing. "Night, Dean." Roman told him, before he turned off the light and closed the door.

"Roman..." Dean mumbled in his sleep. "Roman.. kiss me."

A/N: So is it safe to say people like this yet or am i getting ahead of myself? Thanks for the reviews. I'm guessing you guys need more context as to why it started the way it did. Time is of the essence, (4 weeks to be exact) but that doesn't mean that they're going to be screwing in chapter three. Trust me lovelies, i am the queen of sexual tension. I'm happy some people like this, and hopefully you can see that with Dean actually being "straight" their love isn't going to come easy! I'm all about pacing. No worries. -Melle