Sweat.

That's all Dean could think about as a trail of Roman's sweat from his nose lingered down the center of Dean's abs. Soft kisses. That came to his mind too when he felt wet lips kiss his inner thighs. Curse words slipped from Dean's mouth as he felt a long wicked tongue kiss his hardening member, only to ignore it for his abs yet again. A whimper died on his lips as pleasure replaced want. Need replaced desire. Love replaced lust.

A hot mouth wrapped around his dick and all Dean could think about was how his cock in Roman's mouth seemed like the perfect fit. It slid right in, and it seemed like Roman didn't have a gag reflex at all with the way he felt his dick hit the back of his throat. He was audible now, letting Roman know just how good it felt. And fuck it felt so good. He was about to burst until Roman's sweet lips left his dick, making Dean whine out at the loss.

"Rome.." He could hear himself say almost pathetically as Roman looked at him. His big body was on Dean's, legs were spread as the samoan man fit perfectly between them. They ended up just looking at each other for awhile. It was like they were having a conversation without ever saying a word. Dean leaned up and pecked Roman's lips, while Roman smiled, kissing him back then softly caressing Dean's face.

"Are you sure you want this?" Roman asked, his lips now leaning down to kiss Dean's collarbone, seeing Dean arch into his kiss.

It was a loaded question. Afterall, Dean never had sex with a man before. He never even thought of guys like that before he met Roman. Sure, he would have certain dreams about guys when he was younger but he's always considered himself straight until Roman crashed into his life. Now he was on top of him, inbetween his legs and Dean could feel the head of Roman's thick cock pressed against his naked asscheeks, begging for entrance.

A soft kiss was found on his lips when he didn't answer the question. His eyes immediately closed, his legs were wrapped around Roman's middle, and his feet clutched the polynesian's butt firmly. His taste, he tasted cherry, his aroma, he smelled chocolate, his touch, he squeezed taut flexed ass cheeks and could see how much Roman liked it when he grabbed his ass. He heard a grunt as their naked dicks grinded for the first time.

"Fuck, you're gonna kill me." Roman cried, "If you don't want this, you gotta stop right now because if not, i don't think i'll be able to stop myself. I'll bury my dick deep inside of you until you scream my name, Dean." Roman's incredibly sliky black hair cascaded to each side of Dean's face, and Dean looked up at him, his gray eyes wearing a certain expression as he looked down at Dean.

Was it... love?

"What if that's exactly what i want?" Dean whispered, pushing some hair out of Roman's face. He held some in his hands as he kissed him again, opening his mouth to let Roman's tongue in. Their hips connected once again and his cock started leaking as it touched Roman's over and over. There was no turning back now, not that he wanted too anyway.

Roman leaned up and took out some lube and a condom from the small chest on his inn table, he sat up on Dean then ripped the condom open with his mouth. Dean bit his lip at the sight, cupping Roman's full package now. It barely fit in his hand, but he could tell Roman liked it from the moan that escaped his lips. Dean looked at him, his innocent eyes giving Roman a certain look of his own. He grabbed onto the painfully hard dick then started to stroke it, watching Roman almost come undone by his hand, precum oozed out the head, trailing down onto his thumb. He had a sudden urge to stuff his cock right in his mouth but he felt Roman pushed him back down against the pillows to keep from coming right then and there.

"Ever been fingered before?" Roman asked him as he slid a condom on. Holy fuck, Dean thought. Roman used magnums. Well obviously, since his dick was huge. At least 8 inches and a nice width too. Dean looked at him, an abashed expression splayed across his face. He focused back to the question and shook his head no and Roman nodded. "Okay, just.. relax, tell me if it feels good to you okay?"

Before Dean could ask him exactly what he meant he felt Roman's lips on his, then gelled fingers caressing his hole. They were somehow cool, rimming around the puckered entrance. Once Roman's tongue was in his mouth, so were the fingers in his asshole. Roman did it slowly, letting the fingers go in and out as they kissed softly, it actually felt so good, not at all like he thought it would. He could feel him adding yet another one and fuck now it felt like heaven. He kissed down his neck, nipping at sweaty skin, then all of sudden he felt himself jump and moan out when Roman reached a certain sensitive spot.

"I guess I found it." Roman smirked, kissing Dean again like crazy. He found what? Dean thought as their tongues devoured each other. Then he realized what he was talking about. His fucking prostate. Fuck! Whatever he was doing felt so good, Roman felt so good. He flicked over it again and Dean bit down on the tattooed shoulder a little too hard, causing Roman to wince.

"Sorry. Fuck, that just felt so good." Dean saw the bite marks on Roman's shoulder and he kissed over it, trying to soothe the pain.

"I think you're ready." Roman pulled up, looking at those perfectly sculpted abs of Dean's, he wanted to lick and suck almost every part of him, but he'd save that for another time. As he spread the lube on his condom covered cock, he spread his legs wide and watched as Dean's pretty lips parted. Roman held his dick at the base then postioned it right near Dean's entrance. Dean bit his lip, looking down to watch Roman slide into his prepped hole. He immediately felt a ripping pain, crying out when Roman's head was completely in.

"Fuck! Take it out, fucking take it out!" Dean cried, and Roman immediately pulled out, looking down at Dean to see if he was okay.

"Sorry, shit, maybe i should've prepped you more." Roman said, leaning down to kiss Dean's lips. "I'm sorry, we don't have to do this." Roman assured him, kissing him again. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Dean. He remembered his first time with Sami, there was no prep or lube because they wanted each other so badly, and Roman bled for two days after. He knew how much penetration hurt, even if he did feel good, it was never a good time for virgins. He started to think that they shouldn't do this. Fuck it. Roman thought, they weren't going to do it. Their kiss broke and Roman sat up to get off of Dean, but Dean stalled him, holding Roman in place with his legs.

"Put it back in." Dean demanded.

"But, I don't want to hurt you." Roman cautioned.

"Ro.." Dean pulled him down and pecked his lips, running his fingers through his thick black locks. He had his full attention now. Dean's lips were kiss swollen, and his dimples were on full display. How could Roman ever resist that?

"Make love to me."

It was all Roman needed to hear. A chill ran down his spine as his lips connected with Dean's. He carefully slid back into him. There were no curses this time around, no anguish. It was slow, meaningful love making. Even though for the first few minutes Dean felt like he was going to be ripped apart, Roman was so gentle with him. He never unlocked eyes and their small kisses gave off unsaid feelings. It was love.

The sheet fell off of them when Roman went deeper, holding onto Dean's hip as his balls now slapped against his ass. Dean was moaning in his mouth, the feeling of being filled up now overwhelming him. He thought Roman's mouth tasted good, his dick felt even better. It hurt still but at the same time it felt nice.

He gasped out when he felt Roman hitting that familiar nub, assaulting it over and over. His hard cock was thrusting between their bodies, and Roman grunts were egging him on. Fuck, how much longer could he go without coming? The answer was on his lips but Roman kissed it away, looking into blue eyes as he sped up just a bit, making Dean scream his name at the violent delight.

"Rome, I'm gonna come." Dean could barely hear himself speak. Fuck, Roman was so good at fucking him. Bonus points that he looked so fucking gorgeous while he did it too.

"Come on Dean, let me hear you come for me." His fucking voice was so deep and filled with taunting and sex. Dean couldn't hold on, he didn't wait. His hot cum sprayed between their bodies, getting all over his chest and Roman. Roman felt Dean give way to him, and he thrusted hard in him four times, shaking the bed before he felt himself come in the condom.

They latched onto another quickly and kissed, holding onto each other oddly tight as teeth bared, and tongues danced. Roman finally pulled out, and rolled over to his side, panting as they looked up at the ceiling.

Holy fuck. He just made love to Dean.

"Ro.." Dean breathed out, after a few minutes of silence. He started laughing as he touched his upper chest. "I just got fucked by a dude." Dean laughed more, looking at Roman as his gray eyes looked up into nothingness. "Are you okay?" Dean asked, worried. Roman looked like he had just lost something valuable to him. He couldn't meet Dean's eyes but Dean could see that he was distraught. It was making him feel a certain way.

Was it because of him?

Roman looked at him finally, giving him a weak smile. "Yeah I... umm... I'm good." He lied. Roman sat up on the bed, then got up to go to the bathroom without saying another word to Dean. He made sure the bathroom door was locked then he turned the shower on and got in.

As Roman let the shower water hit him, he couldn't help but to start crying. He did the one thing he promised Sami not to do, to fall in love with Dean. Now that he knew he was in love with him, how could he just let Dean go? How could he just let him get back on a plane and leave? He couldn't. Not when he loved him this much.

But what could they do? Long distance never worked. He wasn't going to subject Dean to that. Video chats and text messages would start to mean nothing after awhile. They would resent each other, then stop talking. He couldn't do that. It was messy. Roman sniffled, the heat of the water permeated around him, causing steam. Out of all the guys who walked through that bar that faithful night, why did he have to choose Dean? He could've had anyone. Even Ian, but he had to go and fall for the one guy who on every other level was... Unavailable.

Roman turned the shower off then took a towel off the rack, drying himself. He made sure his eyes weren't red then walked out of the bathroom, back into the room, where he found an empty bed. Dean must've went to shower in the guest room. Roman walked over to his dresser drawer and took out some boxers, putting them on rather quick before he got into bed.

His mind was racing, the thoughts were eating him alive. "Make love to me." He heard Dean say, so he did. What just happened in this bed was love making, an exchange of moans, gasps, and intense eye sex as Roman deflowered him, fully introducing him to the other side. There wasn't any turning back now.

Love. That damn L word caught in his throat. He wanted to tell him, he knew he felt it. He knew Dean even felt it. But even with their fleeting time left, he couldn't say it. Not knowing that he'd just lose him once again.

Well could he?

Dean came back in the room, his hair still wet but he smelled like vanilla, and he smiled at Roman as the towel around his slim fitted waist dropped.

"Top drawer." Roman said, nudging his chin to show Dean where his underwear drawer was. Dean opened it, and decided on the boxer-brief combination. Roman didn't really like wearing those, but they were nice to have just in case he wanted his ass to look extra plump when going out.

The next thing he knew Dean was crawling towards him on all fours on his bed, lifting only to straddle Roman's hips, his arms fitting loosely around his shoulders. Dean played with his baby hairs at the back of Roman's neck, and Roman himself started massaging Dean's thighs softly.

"There's something on your mind." Dean said instinctively. He knew him too well. Or maybe it was just that he was good at reading facial expressions?

"Dean. " Roman said his name soft and low. He was scared now. "I.." He wanted to tell him to just leave, get out and stop making him fall harder. To stop being so cute and scruffy, and fucking perfect.

Stop making me love you. Roman thought.

Roman's heart was beating so hard it was practically performing it's own symphony. "I don't want to hurt you." Roman spilled instead, exhaling sharply.

"Don't then." Dean's quick reply was then met with a searing kiss. The symphony played on as their lips connected and tongues and teeth clashed. Would he ever get enough of this man? The answer lost in the way Dean moved closer, flush against Roman's body.

That damn L word on his lips. He felt it too strong.

Dean felt it too.

He turned them over and laid Dean down next to him, breaking the kiss but not the eye contact. Goddamn it, this man was his. He didn't want to share him and he defintely didn't want him to go. Why did he have to go?

"I'm staying the night." Dean said firmly, asserting his dominance in a non threating way. "I'm gonna be right here Rome. All night long, we can do whatever we want." He breathed sharply, biting his lip, hopefully Roman got the hint.

He was there. For as long as possible.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?" Dean looked at him.

I love you. Roman almost said.

"Can i make love to you again?" Roman pulled him close, letting all his worries fade away as he held the man he cared about the most.

Dean nodded, a smile wiped across his face. Roman wanted him. He wanted him too. He knew what Roman wanted to really tell him, and honestly he was ready to say it too. But it just wasn't the time. They could talk about love later.

"Of course." was his answer.

"Dean fucking call me okay? I'm worried about you." that was Seth's 20th message that went unanswered by his best friend. It was now near sunset of the next day after Nikki's birthday celebration and Seth didn't know where Dean could've gone. His first thought was to see if he was at Roman's but honestly he didn't think Dean would be there. He didn't know what he and Roman talked about but it didn't look like a happy conversation from the way Dean looked when he confronted him. He just wanted to know if he was okay, Seth needed to know if he was okay.

Nikki texted him that she was on her way over and Seth smiled. He was more than happy to spend his last few days in New York with her. Because he liked her a lot. Maybe more than a lot but he wasn't Dean. Seth didn't fall for people as easily. He didn't know if he truly loved Nikki. He just knew he loved her company.

As he brushed his long hair in the mirror, Seth heard the key to the room beep and the door unlock. There Dean was. In different clothes too. Seth clenched his jaw as he realized exactly where he had been.

"D. Hey. I was so worried about you!" Seth immediately goes over to him for a hug but gets stalled by Dean pushing him away. He looks down and takes a step back, letting Dean sit on his bed.

"I umm.. Did you get my voicemails?" Seth asked dejectedly and Dean just shrugged.

"I listened to em, yeah." Came the short answer.

"Dean, look i'm sorry okay?" Seth sighed, getting right to the point. He hated the tension between them. "I honestly thought i was doing the right thing. He hurt you so bad and we're brothers. I just wanted to protect you. It's my job to protect you." Seth watched as Dean pulled out a book, crossed his legs and started reading it. It was like he was completely ignoring him. Seth's lips formed a thin line then he exhaled, getting off the bed. If Dean needed more time he would give him that. He stated his case and he was sorry. He just hoped Dean understood that.

Dean looked up from the book when Seth got up for just a second. Seth was an idiot for getting in between his relationship, Dean thought. But he was only doing it to protect him. He's right, they were brothers, best friends and everything in between. How could Dean stay mad at his superman?

"I umm.." Dean cleared his throat, getting Seth's attention now. "I understand why you did what you did, and i know you're sorry. But i don't like the way you did it, dude. It was sneaky. You know i hate sneaky shit."

Seth nodded, Dean did hate sneaky people. He'd never do that again.

Moments of tense silence passed between them before Dean spoke again, "I know you're sorry okay?" Dean sighed, "I just don't want to do the whole overly sentimental shit, not with you." Dean looked down and Seth smiled, finally moving to sit back on the bed.

"Want to short hand it?" Seth asked.

Dean nodded. "God, yes please."

"Okay on 3, ready?" Seth breathed in, "1, 2, 3.."

And like clockwork at the exact same time, "I"m sorry and i forgive you." they both said, smiling at each other softly. Seth moved up the bed so he and Dean were sitting next to each other, he put his head on Dean's shoulder and Dean couldn't fight his widened smile. Nope, he definitely couldn't stay mad at Seth.

After a few minutes of silence in their same position, Seth moved his head to Dean's lap, looking firmly into blue eyes. "So where were you last night?" Seth knew the answer, but he figured it would be better if Dean told him instead of assuming.

"I was with Ro." As soon as Dean said it there was a bright smile on his face.

"Uh huh." Seth shook his head at his obviously love sick friend, "So you forgave him, then?"

Dean shrugged, "As soon as I got there, we started kissing. Like instantly. We made out for a long time on his couch, maybe an hour before we actually got to talk. I let him explain and he just kept apologizing, he told me that he didn't care about Sami at all. Not like he cared about me and I believe him, you know? It may sound dumb but it's the way he looks at me, i can tell, he cares about me a lot." Dean blushed, "And.. um.. we umm.." He looked down at Seth, "We had sex last night, S, like three times."

Seth sat up at that, his mouth opened wide in shock. "You had gay sex?"

Dean nodded. He could see the shock on Seth's face, with a hint of curiousity and probably disgust. Dean didn't want him to think of him differently, and he was starting to worry that maybe Seth saw him in a different light now. Maybe he didn't want a best friend that fucks dudes?

"How in the..." Seth stutters, "How did it feel?"

"Erm not gonna lie, at first it hurt. Fucking hurt like hell. Like that inital pain is serious. But after a while it started to feel... really good. I thought that being on the bottom, especially to another guy that it would be almost emasculating. But the moans i was able to get out of him, the way he watched me when he pentrated me, and our kisses, everything, dude it was awesome." Dean bit his lip then looked into Seth's eyes, "Judging me now aren't you?" Dean had to ask.

"Nah, it's just a lot of information at once." Seth got up and fixed his position so that now he was fully laid out across Dean's legs. "I wont ever judge you, D. I don't care who it is you're with, as long as they make you happy."

Dean smiled at that. If he could count on anyone, it would be his best friend, brother, platonic soul mate. His superman. "Thanks Superman." Dean said, tickling Seth's beard softly.

"You know I sorta wonder what it's like to kiss a guy." Seth laughed, "It must be weird right? Like beard on beard, scruff on scruff." He looked up at Dean, "How does it feel?"

Dean sucked in his lips, then released them with a pop. If Seth wanted to know, he was going to have to demonstrate it for him, it wasn't something he could just describe, he had to show him, and hopefully not get his ass kicked in the process. Without warning, he leaned down and placed his lips to Seth's. Surprisingly, in a move that shocked them both, Seth started to peck his lips back. But it was over as soon as it started, because now Seth was pushing him away and spitting up imaginary salivia.

"Dude what the fuck, don't ever do that again!" Seth spit on the floor and wiped his mouth. "I love you, but not like that."

Dean tossed a pillow at him, laughing uncontrollably. "You fucking kissed me back dude!" He giggled.

"Did fucking not!" Seth chuckled then pillow attacked him.

The next thing they knew, Nikki was knocking on the door. It was already open so she came in to see Dean and Seth hitting each other with pillows and laughing.

"Hey boys." She smiled, "Did I miss anything?" Nikki asked, plopping down on Seth's bed. He dropped the pillow, tossing it at Dean then got up and walked over to her, pecking her lips.

"Nah, we're just fooling around." Dean laughed, sticking his tongue out at Seth.

"What about the beach?" Dean asked Roman as they laid on the couch together. "I like the beach."

"Nope." Roman shook his head as he started unbuttoning Dean's shirt and kissing him near the crook of his neck. "I don't like the beach. The sand is too hot."

"Rome, I wanna do something with you my last four days here other than, I dunno fucking?" Dean licked his lips as he felt Roman's hands go up under his ass and squeeze. He had no idea what his obession with his ass was, but he liked it.

"Sex is fun though. We can do so much just laying here, with just you and me." Roman took off Dean's shirt and let it fall, positioning himself firmly between his legs. Ever since they made love the other day, Dean's been coming over and although he would try to get Roman out of the apartment, they just ended up making love all over again. Dean liked it, a lot actually but he only had four days left now with him and he wanted to do as much as possible before he had to leave.

"Rome.. please?" Dean pleaded, pushing Roman back playfully. "I just want to do as much as I can with you before i have too.."

"Don't say it." Roman was the one pleading now.

"I know you hate talking about it but.. I am leaving soon, Ro." Dean kissed Roman's lips, and his hands softly caressed his muscles, over the tribal tattoo and his stomach. His blue eyes were begging Roman to just say yes so he could start planning more fun things to do with him before he unfortunately had to go.

"Okay, fine." Roman sat up, picking up his shirt. "Wherever you want to go, we will go. How's that sound?"

Dean smiled wide and pulled Roman back in for a searing kiss. "It sounds perfect." He smiled against his lips, nipping at them before he kissed Roman again. Roman growled against his lips, tossing the shirt again before he picked Dean up off the couch, beginning to carry him to his room.

They made it half way there before there was a knock on the door.

"Fuck." Roman grumbled. Dean jumped down, his bare feet hitting the floor as Roman walked to the door. He opened it, and his mouth immediately dropped from the sight.

"Romie." Sami said, smiling at his best friend. He turned his head and saw Dean stand right behind him. Once he and Dean locked eyes Sami could feel the tension between them. Fuck, Dean looked like he was ready to murder him. it wasn't supposed to be this way.

"Sam?" Roman was sorta in shock now.

What was Sami doing there?

"Hey Ro, can I come in? I just want to talk, please?"

"Fuck, no!" Dean said speaking up before Roman got a chance too, "He wants nothing to do with you, period face. Fuck off!" Dean was trying to inch closer to him but Roman pushed Dean back a bit.

"Dean calm down." Roman said to him, holding onto his hand and caressing it softly. He felt Dean calm down a bit but he knew he wasn't going to be able to calm him forever. But he couldn't just leave his best friend out in the hallway either.

Rock meet hard place. Roman thought.

"Sami... umm, come in." is all Roman said before Sami came in and closed the door behind him.

A/N: The struggle was so real with this chapter! At one point I deleted all of it and started over. I wanted the smut to be more meaningful love making so in an essence it might not be as sexy as i would have liked, but i love what I written for it and hopefully you guys do too.

There's four days left, Ambreigns is in love but won't say it, Seth is in love with Nikki but denies it, Sami's back and I feel nothing but trouble ahead. Tell me your thoughts, I love hearing what you guys think about these silly lovesick idiots! -Melle