Dean woke up in the morning in an unfamiliar bed. He groaned into plush white pillows, feeling the aftertaste of tequila on his mouth. He then sat up with a stretch. Looking around he noticed that he was in Roman's bed. He must've gotten so drunk last night, he didn't even remember sleeping.

He got out of bed then went to look for Roman. The least he could do was thank him for letting him stay the night. "Roman?" Dean said as he padded around the house. He didn't get a chance to look last night, but his house was big, like really big. Dean remembered Roman telling him that he went to Colombia. But he didn't understand how he could afford any of this.

"Roman?" Dean said again as he made it towards another room. It looked like a gym. Roman was there. He had his shirt off as he used the pull up bar. Up and down he went, sweating almost everywhere. Dean watched, not realizing that he was biting his lip as his eyes trained on Roman.

"Ummm... i..." Dean said, causing Roman to turn around, jumping down from the bar.

"Dean. Hey. You're finally up." Roman picks up his towel and starts drying off his body with it. If it was possible, he just became a thousand times hotter.

"Yeah i was looking for you, but this place is super big." Dean said, shrugging as he tried his best to keep his eyes trained on the ground. Roman noticed him trying to keep his eyes off his body, and it made him smile. Dean was so cute.

He picked his shirt up and pulled it on, laughing as Dean finally met his gaze.

"Is that better?" Roman asked as he crossed his arms, looking at the shorter man.

"Is what better?"

"Me with my shirt on. You seemed uncomfortable with it off." He laughed and started to walk towards his kitchen, Dean followed behind, ready to take defense.

"I wasn't uncomfortable. I was just.." he looked away as Roman opened the fridge, taking out eggs and bacon.

"Right. Typical straight guy." Roman mumbled, washing his hands before he got a pan out. Dean wanted to tell him that he wasn't the typical straight guy, that he wasn't uncomfortable in the way Roman thought he was. But what good would that do? Roman had already labeled him.

"I hope you like scrambled eggs."

"I love them." Dean answers, "Why?"

"Because that's what you're getting for breakfast."

"I didn't know i was allowed to stay for breakfast."

"I didn't kick you out did i?"

Dean didn't know why but he was smiling. He liked the thought of having breakfast at Roman's, and Roman cooking for him. He didn't have a friend like Roman before. In fact, Seth probably wouldn't ever cook for him.

After the food was made, they moved to the kitchen table, somewhat eating in silence. Dean would look at Roman often, just admiring his features. It was sorta like he was... godly. That was such an unrealistic expectation to put on a person's looks but Roman definitely fit the description. He had long black hair, a broad muscular chest, big arms, a tattoo that went up his arm. Pink lips, a strong jaw. He was.. hot. Was it wrong to find another man attractive? Dean thought as he ate some eggs.

"So.." Dean started to say.

"So?"

"How can you afford this place?" It had been on Dean's mind all morning. How could he afford something so big and spacious. That was right in the heart of the best city in the world?

"My parents brought it for me when i got into Colombia. Apparently, doing what daddy wants gets you a nice apartment to cover up his years of not being there and trying to ignore my gayness." The way Roman said it, it was like it stung a bit to him. Dean understood bad parents, he never met his dad because of it. But it must really hurt to have a dad around who doesn't show you love and can't accept who you choose to be.

"So you are gay?" Is all Dean could think of to say back.

"As gay as batman." Roman replied with a laugh.

"Batman isn't gay."

"Oh, sweetie. You have so much to learn." Roman got up and took Dean's plate with him. He put them in the sink and immediately started washing them. Dean felt bad that Roman was washing his plate so he got up to help. He stood right next to Roman and their shoulders brushed against each other as Dean began cleaning his own plate. It was a simple brush, but Dean could swear he felt something.

He did it again by accident, and felt it again, his heart panged and his stomach did the same flop as it did in the park when he saw Roman the other day. It was so weird.

"I want to take you somewhere." Roman said, as he dried off both plates, then put them away.

"Where?" Dean didn't know why, but he sorta felt excited. He was supposed to go see the sights with Seth today but going somewhere with Roman sounded way better for some reason.

"It's a cute place. It's called The Highline. You'll love it." Roman smiled, looking down at Dean's clothes. "I have some stuff here that could fit you. Or you could go home and change then meet me there?"

"No.." Dean jutted out rather quickly, suddenly the thought of him leaving Roman scared him. He wanted to stay there as long as he could.

"Good. Go shower in my room. I'll use the guest bath." Roman smiled and softly pushed him into his room.

Seth woke up in a strange bed as well. He looked over and saw it was the same girl he left the party with last night. The same girl he met in the bar. She was sleeping soundly, not even snoring. Seth slowly got up, and started look around for his clothes. He didn't remember much about last night but it was pretty clear that they fucked. He could see her nipples grazing against the blue sheet, barely covering her perky breasts. He slipped on his skinny jeans then his tee, all without waking the brunette. After he was done he got up and put on his sneakers as well.

"Going somewhere?" She asked as he started to tie his shoe, making bunny ears then looping the strings together.

"I gotta be somewhere. Sorry. I'm already late." Seth didn't mean to wake her. He wasn't that much of a jerk, although she probably took it as him being a hit it and quit kinda guy. He really did have to go meet Dean. They were supposed to be sight seeing together today.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes and turned, sitting up as she stretched. The sheets fell off of her, revealing a perfectly toned back, which Seth took the time to admire. She was really beautiful, and really out of his league. How they managed to get this far.. he would have to blame it on the alcohol.

"I hope i get to see you again. Maybe soon?" Seth had hope she would say yes, but right now it was looking more like a no. She turned towards him, apologetically naked looking at his eyes. For a moment Seth saw sadness back in hers. He wondered why.

"Don't pretend you give a shit about me. You were just leaving while i slept."

"I wasn't doing it to be a douche, I'm meeting my best friend for-"

But Seth didn't get to finish his sentence. He was already being ushered out by Nikki's tiny hand. She slammed the door in his face and Seth just stood there for a few seconds, looking at the beige wooden thing that was keeping them apart.

"I'm sorry." Nikki heard him say. Then his feet shuffled away and that was it, he was gone.

"Wow this is beautiful." Dean took in the sight as they made it up the elevator to the Highline. Once he stepped off his eyes took in the sight of what could literally be described as green peace. There were trees, grass, a walkway, even train tracks for reasons he didn't understand yet. It was high up, and looking down he could see people just idly walking by, not discovering what looked like a whole new world to Dean.

"Yeah it's pretty damn great isn't it? It's like... mind blowing, yet calming at the same time." Roman said standing next to Dean. He brushed his shoulders next to Dean again and like clockwork, Dean's body reacted to him, sending sparks throughout his entire being. Seriously, what was that?

"Yeah, it's good but... what's with the train tracks?"

"Ha. I knew you'd ask that. It used to be one of those industrial rail roads that carried cargo throughout Manhattan. Pretty cool right? They preserved it and made it into all of this. So it has historical value and a new trendy look." Roman found himself edging closer to Dean as he spoke, and Dean felt it, so he moved back a bit, causing Roman to frown.

"Can we walk more?" Dean said as he took Roman's hand. It was unconsciously, almost like he didn't realize he did it, but it didn't stop Roman from holding onto his hand for dear life, ignoring how easily Dean's palm fit into his own.

They ended up walking down the entire Highline, cutting off right near 34th street. It was beautiful, and the crisp breeze from the top of there wasn't too bad either since it was uncomfortably hot in nyc. Their hands didn't unlock until they were off of the Highline, and on the street. It was a strange feeling, to be so close to someone with platonic intentions only.

At least on Dean's part.

"I'm hungry." Dean said and Roman smiled, nodding in agreement.

"Come on, I'll take you to a great restaurant i know of. Do you trust me?" As Roman asked him the question, Dean stood there and contemplated it for a second. He didn't know Roman, at least not that well but the week he's been here he already gotten to party and go to a cool hot spot without feeling like a damn tourist. It felt sorta like he always knew Roman. Despite meeting him just a week ago. He could trust him but...

Well... did he?

"I do." He admitted. It made Roman bite his lip, not even trying to hide the fact that he was turned on by Dean's trust in him. Roman took his hand then hailed a taxi, pretty easily.

"34th and park please." Roman told the cab driver as they got in.

There was more then enough space for them to be on either side of the cab, but they found themselves in the middle, pinky fingers brushing against each other as Dean looked out the window. New York was beautiful, this day was beautiful.

Roman was beautiful too. Wait... what?

Roman swiped his card to pay for their cab and they both got out. There was a big sign on the restaurant that read Villa Berulia and it looked expensive. Dean wasn't sure if he had enough money to eat here.

"Mr. Reigns! Welcome back!" The host greeted Roman like he had been there a thousand times, they hugged and said a few words to each other while Dean sorta floundered in the background. Roman noticed Dean looking uncomfortable so he held his hand tight, caressing it. Dean felt at ease in that moment. Roman hadn't forgotten about him.

They were seated in a table for two, in the back of the store at Roman's request. Roman had ordered for them both, and Dean didn't mind... he just didn't know how he was going to pay for all of this. "How much is this going to cost?" Dean whispered across the table to Roman.

"Dean relax. It's on me okay? You can repay me by not looking so suspect. Chill out. It's all good." Roman offered him a small smile and it put Dean at ease again. He had an affect on him, his words, his captivating looks, his everything. Dean was drinking it in, his curiosity rising for Roman with each growing minute.

When the food came out... oh god the food was so good. Dean couldn't stop filing his mouth with chicken and pasta. Whatever Roman ordered him was delicious.

"I guess i did good huh?" Roman asked, but before Dean could answer he noticed Roman ducking his head. "Shit." Roman said under his breath, looking like he was hiding from someone.

"What? Who is it?" Dean asked back.

"My ex. Randy, he's here. And i haven't seen him since i caught him cheating on me last month. Fuck, he's here with that bitch he cheated on me with too. Fucking John Cena." Roman ate small bites, trying to remain calm. He didn't want Randy and John to see him, but as soon as he looked towards the door, he and Randy locked eyes, now he was walking in their direction. Fuck.

"Rome." Randy said, smiling as he and John came to the table. "It's so nice to see you."

A/N: Like omg. What's going to happen now that Randy is there. *law and order noise*