When Dean woke up in Roman's arms, things felt different. Things felt.. weird. But like a good weird. He looked up and noticed Roman was still sleeping, snoring lightly as his chest heaved in and out. He laid in the same bed with guys before, he and Seth sleep together all the time. But, this was different. This was Dean laying in bed with a guy and wondering what his lips tasted like. Laying in bed with a guy and wondering how Roman would feel if he got on top of him and started making out with him.

Laying in bed with a guy he might have feelings for.

Roman stirred with his eyes closed, he breathed into his pillow, finally opening his still tired eyes. Dean was still in his embrace, sea blue eyes looked up at him, forming a smile as he watched Roman wake. In this light, Dean looked so heavenly. His smile looked like perfection and Roman almost melted under Dean's heavy gaze. This straight guy was laying in his bed, half naked smiling at him. It was so domestic, yet Roman knew, nothing good was going to come out of this.

"Hi." Roman said, turning over to his side so he and Dean were face to face. Their fingers naturally laced together, making Roman nervous. He never knew of straight men who liked to hold hands with other men. It was supposed to feel weird, it should've, because Dean didn't play for his team, but he felt so comfortable around him, like this weird sense of home, and protection... care.

"Hi. I'm sorry i came over so late. I just needed to see you." Roman blushed at Dean's words, feeling something come over him, he already liked Dean. That was obvious since he kissed him the very first night they met. But this feeling, it was different then sexual attraction. It was... indescribable.

"Because you were jealous." Roman teased him.

"I wasn't jealous."

"Were too."

"Was not."

"Were too. Admit it, you didn't want me to go out with Ian." Roman said it playfully, trying to keep things between them light and friendly. He didn't want to scare Dean away.

"I didn't want you to go out with Ian." When Dean admitted it, Roman felt his heart almost in his throat. He didn't think Dean would admit to that. He didn't even think Dean would respond to be honest.

"Dean. Stop playing around." Roman tried to ignore everything his heart was feeling. He couldn't fall for a straight guy. That never ended well. Plus Dean didn't even live in New York, everything he was feeling was stupid and damned. He would just have to push those feelings away. They were friends. Just friends. Roman tried to get up but Dean pulled him back down, and this time it was Roman who was embraced. Strong arms kept him in place as Dean looked at him again, his intense stare, making Roman feel naked, like Dean could see into his soul or something.

"I'm not playing around Roman. I didn't want you to go out with him...because, Ro i... i think i have, i might have-"

"No." Roman cuts Dean off, pushing hard away from him. "Don't say it. Okay. Don't fucking say it." Roman stood up, feeling himself start to panic.

"Ro.. can i explain?"

"NO!" Roman yelled, "You're straight okay, you're unattainable. Don't sit there and pretend you want me now."

"What if i did want you?" Dean asked, he was nervous about the question but it wasn't going to stop him from asking it.

"You don't. At least not in the way you think."

"What? Ro.."

"Don't fucking call me Ro. Do you even know what you're about to say Dean? You want me right? That's what you were going to say?"

Dean nodded, quietly.

Roman gave off a pitiful, humorless laugh. "No. You see, you want me for the moment, Dean. You want me to get on my knees and suck your straight white guy dick so all those bad thoughts you've been having about me and i don't know how many other guys go away. You don't want me. You want sex. You want to experience what it's like to be with a guy. I'm not that guy, Dean. Don't sit there and pretend you want something with me. Don't pretend it's more than a fantasy."

Roman turned his back to him, closing his eyes as the words came out of his mouth. Stinging Dean in the process. He's been used by straight men before. He knew their game. He liked Dean way too much to go down that road with him.

Dean got up, and he nervously walked over to Roman. His shaky hands wrapped themselves around Roman from behind, and he felt Roman shudder against his embrace. Dean looked at the tan, perfect back and he leaned down and kissed it. Holy fuck, he just kissed Roman's back. He could feel Roman give in, a soft moan released as Dean kissed him again.

"Please. Stop." Roman mewled, feeling helpless as Dean laid kiss after kiss to his back and shoulders. Why him, why didn't Dean just hook up with a prostitute or something. He felt like a whore in that moment actually, ready to just give Dean what he wanted so he could go back to his life of casual dates and Dean would go back to women. Anything but this, anything but Dean's soft lips kissing him, anything but falling for a straight guy.

"Do you really want me to stop?" Dean asked and at that moment, Roman turned around in his arms. He looked at Dean, sort of contemplating. He then nodded a yes as his answer. Dean slowly pulled away, giving Roman what he wanted as he looked down at the carpeting in Roman's room.

"Dean... just go okay? Whatever happened here.. it didn't happen. We can reset, and still be friends."

"What if i don't wanna be just friends?" Dean replied with tears stinging his eyes. He waited for an answer, but Roman didn't reply. He couldn't watch Dean cry. He turned away and that's when Dean took his clothes off the floor, and started popping them on.

Once he was fully dressed he stood there, waiting for Roman to say something, or at least turn around to look at him. He did neither. Dean felt so rejected, so alone. "Roman..." Dean said, coming up behind him again. He reached out to touch him, but stopped when he saw Roman tense his shoulders.

Dean looked away, tears threatened to fall out of sad blue eyes as he put on his hoodie then zipped it up, quickly leaving Roman's apartment.

The door slammed from Dean's anger and once he was gone, Roman broke down into tears.

Seth and Nikki were... intense to say the least. All they ever did was fight... and fuck. She would come up with excuses as to why she was mad at him, confusing Seth, and then the next thing he knew, they were in her bed, fucking like rabbits.

She wouldn't let him know her. She wouldn't tell him anything about her life. The only thing they shared were their bodies and even when that happened Seth could feel this connection, like he wanted to protect her from whatever she was hiding from. He didn't know what it was, but he knew he wanted to know more about her.

If only Nikki would let him.

He was at her apartment again, cooling off as she took a shower. It was their third time fucking in a hour and it was safe to say that Seth was completely worn out. He got up, cracking his neck and stretched, then put his boxers back on. Seth decided that maybe the best way to get to know Nikki was to look around, and snoop until he found something interesting. That way at least he knew small things.

He walked around her room, and saw a picture of her with a girl who looked exactly like her. "She has a twin? Cool." Seth said as he nodded, and kept going. He saw her family in photos, they seemed nice enough.

He started to peep through her drawers and saw nothing but bras and panties, socks and clothes. The normal stuff anyone would wear. Seth noticed a door in the room, that wasn't the bathroom. He chewed on his bottom lip as curiosity rose. He turned the knob, just to see if it was open, and low and behold it was.

Once he opened it though... Seth's eyes almost popped out of his head. It was an assortment of costumes. From naughty school girl, to a very sexy miss America. He was so confused by it, his fingers scanned the different outfits and then... he heard Nikki cough.

"What the hell are you doing?" Nikki asked, slamming the door shut, standing in front of Seth, with her arms crossed.

"Sorry i didn't mean too... i was just.. Nikki... are you like into cosplay or something?"

"What the fuck is cosplay?"

"It's when you dress up as your favorite characters from comics, movies and stuff. You know like comic con?"

Nikki pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head at him. She didn't want to tell him this, he would just judge her. He wouldn't understand where she was coming from. No one did, not even her family. But she figured if Seth judged her then he wasn't right for her in the first place.

"I'm not into cosplay or whatever you said..." Nikki answered, "I'm actually... a stripper."

"Oh cool." Seth nodded...

"Wait what?"

"Dean... this came for you." Seth tells him as he tossed the envelope at Dean. It hit him in the chest and Dean just looked at it, not moving. It's been almost three days since he spoke to Roman, or seen Roman. He was depressed about what happened between them. How Roman just dismissed what was happening between them as nothing more then a sick straight guy fantasy that Dean was having. It was more than that. They both knew it, Roman just didn't want to admit it. At first Dean didn't either but after he spent time with him, held his hand, hugged him, laid in his arms, and everything else he couldn't deny it anymore. He wanted Roman and as much as it scared him to have feelings for another guy, the thought of Roman not wanting him back scared him so much more.

"Well.. aren't you going to open it?" Seth asked as he jumped on Dean's bed, and laid down next to him.

"No." Dean answered, taking out his book and beginning to read.

"Fine. I'll open it." Seth grabbed it off of Dean's chest, then ripped the envelope open. He smirked as he looked at the formal invitation. Seth cleared his throat and put on his best english accent as he read it for Dean.

"This is a formal invitation to a Mr. Dean Ambrose plus a guest to attend the MOMA annual black and white gala."

Dean looked up when Seth finished speaking and he grabbed the invitation out of Seth's hand. He started reading it over in disbelief, wondering who invited him to this shit. Obviously it had to be Roman. It couldn't be though, they weren't even speaking.

He looked at the back of the card and was thankful Seth didn't get to read that part because there was a small message from Roman.

Dean, i hope you can come. It would be a shame if you didn't get to experience moma first hand. I hope to see you there. Bring Seth too. Sincerely, Roman.

He smiled as his fingers caressed the invitation. Seth noticed the smile and he looked at him confused. "Dude... what's going on?"

"Nothing umm.." Dean cleared his throat trying not to smile so wide. "Roman invited us to a gala. It's this weekend, we're going to need suits."

Seth fist pumped the air and smiled almost as wide as Dean. "Fuck yeah. You know, Roman's actually not that bad."

Dean bit his lip and looked down with a smile at Seth's sentence.

"Yeah he's not bad at all."

Dean and Seth were trying to hail a cab, but they weren't having much luck. They were going to be late to the gala, and Dean definitely didn't want to show up late. He was anxious to see Roman in black tie, anxious to see the big man again period. He missed his face, and his company and just everything about him. At this point he would be willing to just give up his crush if it meant hanging out with Roman again. They finally got a cab, and Dean told the driver where to go. They got there in about 20 minutes, and Dean ended up paying for the cab.

"Okay just act like you belong." Dean whispered to Seth as they walked up to the stairs. Dean opened the door, then handed the man his invitation. The big burly African American man who had a name tag that read "Tiny" nodded to them and let them in.

"Oh my god.. dude this is beautiful." Seth nudged Dean and almost at the same time they looked up and took in the imagery. It was crazy. It was amazing.

"Oh fucking shit. It's Nikki!" Seth said as he ducked behind one of the tables. Dean watched him and started laughing, as Seth kneeled near the table so Nikki couldn't see him.

"Are you hiding from a 90 pound chick?" Dean laughed.

"Yes. Look it's a long story okay. I gotta make myself scarce. Now move away from me so that i can make a run for it." Dean shook his head and waved him off, leaving Seth there by himself.

Truth was he wasn't even there five minutes yet and he already was wondering where Roman was. He imagined that he was lost in the crowd somewhere, searching for Dean as the blue eyed boy was him. Dean started to walk through the crowd of white and black, looking around for familiar gray eyes. What he saw though, was Roman talking to a bunch of people with his arms around someone. The guy was as tall as him, slender, fit, had a gorgeous smile too. He had to be Ian. The same fuckhead who asked Roman out the other day. Dean saw a waiter walking pass with a tray of champagne filled glasses. He grabbed one and quickly drunk it down, his eyes still on Roman.

Dean took another drink, gulping it down as he saw the guy kiss Roman's cheek as they walked away from the large group. Roman was smiling and he seemed happy, like genuinely happy. Whoever the guy was, he was whispering in Roman's ear, obviously making Roman blush with whatever he was saying. The guy squeezed Roman's hand then possibly left to go to the bathroom. Roman was standing there by himself, and his eyes wandered, before he knew it he and Dean locked eyes.

Dean thought that he wasn't even going to get a wave, but Roman was actually smiling when he noticed Dean. Dean could feel his heart pound against his chest as Roman made his way over to him. Fuck. Roman looked gorgeous, black suit, black tie. Dean was pretty sure that his heart was in his throat now, it shouldn't be doing that, especially not when Roman was getting closer. Fuck him for being irresistible.

"Ambrose. Wow. You look..." Roman's eyes scanned Dean's body and he let out a involuntary groan as he looked him up and down.

"Yeah. You do too." Dean blushed, moving a bit closer to Roman now.

"I'm glad you came. Where's Seth?"

"Why does that matter?"

"It doesn't i just.."

"You just want Seth here as a cockblock so you can ignore your feelings for me." When Dean said it, it looked like Roman opened his mouth to retort, but nothing came out. He won that round.

"Dean. You're straight." Roman said it like he was pleading for Dean to let this go. But Dean's casual shrug told him otherwise.

"If I'm so straight how come i want you?" It was a legitimate question. One that Dean knew Roman didn't want to answer. When Roman went quiet on him, Dean tried a different approach. "Have you fucked him?"

"Who?"

"That guy, Ian.. have you guys fucked yet?"

"Dean.." Roman blushed, he didn't want to answer that.

"I don't want you to fuck him." Dean said it possessively, like he wasn't even asking.

"I haven't fucked him. He wants too though, i can't bring myself to it." Dean smiled at that, because he knew exactly why. Roman saw him wearing that smug smile of his and he hit Dean in the chest, looking down. "Don't smile like that. You have no idea why we haven't had sex."

"Roman." Dean's voice was more serious now, he slowly reached out his pinky and laced it with Roman's. The bigger man didn't stop him at all, not even when Dean pulled him in, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Can i come over tonight? Just to talk?"

Before Roman could answer Ian was making his way through the crowd, Dean noticed and he pulled away from Roman quickly, making sure Ian saw nothing. "Hey babe. Who's this?" Ian asked as he wrapped his arms around Roman from behind.

"This is... Dean." Roman said, looking into Dean's eyes as Ian kissed his neck.

"Hi. I'm Ian." Ian said to him and he waved. Dean didn't say anything back. He just smiled then turned to walk away.

"Dean... about that thing we talked about?" Dean turned and looked at him, raising his eyebrows curiously. "The answer is yes."

Dean nodded and walked away with the biggest smile on his face.

Roman told Ian that he couldn't stay over that night. Simply because he knew that Dean was coming over and he couldn't have Ian around when Dean was there. What he was feeling for Dean was confusing to say the least. He didn't want to be the guy in love with another straight boy who couldn't deal with his feelings. He looked out his window and saw Dean coming up the street. He was in basketball shorts and a hoodie, some Nike's too. Roman bit his lip then after a minute he heard Dean knock.

"Hey." Dean said coming in, moving pass Roman.

Roman closed the door, and leaned against it. "You wanted to talk right?" Roman said, his eyes watching Dean closely.

Dean looked at him, and then started to move closer to Roman, stalking towards him slowly. Roman could feel himself breathing hard as Dean closed the space between their bodies. He backed Roman against the door, their breathing becoming more uncontrollable now that Dean pressed their chest against each other's.

"Talking is overrated." Dean husked in Roman's ear, right after he took Roman's hands and lead him straight to Roman's bedroom.

A/N: I never before had an outpour of love like that. I genuinely thought no one was reading the fic and people kept telling me it was rushed despite the synopsis, so i really was going to end it. But you guys told me not too, and you pmed me kind words of encouragement and i honestly want to tell you thank you. I literally teared up reading each review and pm and anon message. Thanks for honestly encouraging me to keep going guys. Now: what do you think is going to happen between Ambreigns? Also why do you think Seth is hiding from Nikki?