Chapter 9:

Rating: M

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Roman was sprawled out on his Queen sized bed in the lavish hotel room in the hotel Dean had booked for them for the duration of their stay in Miami. They had already been here for three long, drawn out days trying to fix the mass amount of problems in the Miami store. He glanced over at Dean who was standing near the window, his blue eyes fixated on the scene below them. They had a perfect view of the beach from their hotel room and even though it was lovely to look at, it was very unlikely that either of them would even have the chance to go for a swim.

He could see that Dean was tense, his arms folded tightly across his chest while he faced away from him. Roman sat up on the bed and pulled out his phone, more excited than he should be that he had a text waiting for him. Once he'd responded, he turned his attention back to his friend and boss. He cleared his throat. "Is everything alright Dean?"

Dean turned back around with the smallest of smiles on his face. "Miami is a pretty fucked up store, Rome. I don't know how we're gonna fix it."

Roman let out a light chuckle as he watched Dean take a few steps back before sitting down on the edge of his own bed. "We'll fix it."

"I'm glad you have the utmost confidence in us." Dean mused, his blue eyes finally moving over to look at Roman. The Samoan man was a good friend and he could almost feel his conscience kicking in over the fact that he was still eager to bed Seth. He hadn't even spoken to the younger man since before they'd left.

"There's something else bothering you Dean." Roman pushed. He knew he could usually weasel the answer out of Dean if he pushed and prodded hard enough. "What is it man?"

Dean sighed. "It's too fucked up to even talk about Roman."

"Well just remember that I'm your friend and I'll always be here." Roman responded with a small smile. He stood up and loosened his tie. "I can't be bothered going out for dinner tonight. What do you say to room service?"

"I thought you'd never ask Roman!" Dean grinned as he jumped off the bed and reached for the menu that was propped up against the adequately sized television. His blue eyes scanned through the menu, his mouth watering and his stomach growling as he read over his many delicious options.

Roman shrugged off his jacket. He could feel the tense energy coming from his friend and it reminded him of a time he had wanted to forget. It made him think of college and of Tyler. Roman's first love.

Roman was walking along the large campus, an extra spring in his step as he made his way back to his shared dormitory with Dean. In his hand he held his latest business assignment. The business assignment that he'd finally been able to beat Dean at. He couldn't stop the grin that grew across his lips the closer he got to his room. His chest was swelling with pride as he closed the distance.

He raced up the several flights of stairs, not able to wait for the slow lift to make its way down. He ignored the voice in his mind that told him to leave, that told him that something wasn't quite right considering Dean hadn't been the first one there to get his assignment back. They'd had a pretty fierce rivalry when it came to getting good marks in their business degree with Dean usually beating Roman. But not today. Today would mark the day that Roman would begin to beat him at everything.

He closed the gap between the flight of stairs and his dorm room right at the end of the concrete corridor. His almost shoulder length hair was flapping slightly in the wind as he strode across the heavy floor. He reached the door and didn't even bother to knock as he charged through the cream coloured, scuffed door. "Hey Ambrose! Guess what-"

His mouth dropped open as he walked through the door. There on Dean's bed was Dean with Tyler on top of him. His grey orbs scanned Tyler desperately, hoping against hope that it wasn't really him and that it was merely an imposter but his bleach blonde hair that was shaved underneath as well as his dark eyes were a dead giveaway. Not to mention his rounded ass that Dean was currently feeling up.

"What the fuck is going on?" His heart was pounding as well as his ears. Tyler was his boyfriend, not Dean's. "Actually. How long has this been fucking going on?!"

Tyler slid off of Dean's lap and moved to sit on Roman's bed. He was wearing a skin tight pair of white jeans that clung to every single muscle in his strong legs as well as his usual faux-fur sleeveless vest. He couldn't even lift his gaze to meet Roman's piercing one, his cheeks colouring in shame as he dropped his head and focused on the one bit in the carpet that was starting to come undone.

Roman's grey orbs were wide, his entire body shaking. It felt like the biggest dagger had been pushed through his heart. Never in a million years would he have thought he'd walk in on his boyfriend and his best friend lip locked and about to progress to something more. "Dean. How long have you been fucking around with him?"

Dean shifted uncomfortably in his spot on his bed. He chanced a glance over at Tyler who was still staring at the ground, refusing to look up. It was all his damn fault anyway. Tyler had been resistant but he'd pushed and pushed hard to get him into bed with him until the pretty young man had finally given in. "A few months now."

"Right." Roman snapped. "Tyler, get the fuck out of here. We're over."

Tyler didn't need to be told twice and scurried out of the small dorm room before Roman could even catch him. Not that Roman would bother to catch him. Not anymore.

"How the fuck could you do this to me Dean?" Roman lamented as he dropped down onto his bed. "You knew how I felt about Tyler. You knew I loved him and you sleep with him?"

"I'm sorry Roman. I really am." Dean's words fell out of his mouth faster than he could even speak.

"What about Nikki, huh? Does she know about this?" Roman snapped.

"No." Dean answered. "I didn't mean for anything to happen with me and Tyler, it just kinda did. I'm so sorry Rome." He knew his words would be less than convincing but he couldn't stop himself.

"This changes everything between us Dean. Everything." Roman snapped. "I don't know if I will ever be able to trust you again."

Roman shook his head, the painful memory of losing his first love to Dean almost ten years ago was still burning deep in his mind. Tyler had meant everything to him back then. So much so that he refused to date the rest of the time they were in college together. He'd watched as Dean and Nikki grew closer together and he'd denied any chances of relationships slip through his fingers. He'd heard Tyler was a model or something now but he didn't really care. He wished Tyler no good luck in the future.

He glanced over at Dean who was still buried in the menu. "Dean?" He watched as Dean looked up and over at him. "You'd never do to me what you did to me and Tyler again, would you?"

Dean was a little taken aback. "Roman. I was a stupid, horny nineteen-year-old then."

"Answer the question." Roman said through gritted teeth.

"No. I would never do that to you again." Dean answered. "Why are you thinking about that guy anyway? I forgot he even existed until you brought him up."

Roman shrugged. "I'm gonna have a shower. Just order me whatever you're getting." He stepped into the bathroom and took a deep breath. His mind was soothed just a little bit although it didn't help him that Dean had brushed Tyler off like he was just another notch on his bedpost.

Seth was so wrapped up in his own world of changing over his main display wall that sat behind the counter that he didn't even hear the bell for the shop door ring or hear the heavy footsteps that followed it. He took a step back behind the counter and regarded the wall for a moment, a smile growing across his face as he reveled in his own work. Until he felt a pair of strong hands land on his shoulders. He could feel his heart jump in his chest and he turned around, his brown eyes wide as they landed on Dean.

He felt his breath catch right in his throat for a moment as their eyes locked, blue on brown. He felt as if his whole body was on fire right now and it was just from one look. He couldn't open his mouth even if he wanted to, the memories from barely a week before still very present in his mind as they just stood there right in the middle of Seth's shop. He was somewhat aware that Sami was watching them but the younger man wouldn't be as outspoken as Phil was.

"Hey." Dean's voice finally broke the silence that was between them. "How are you?"

Seth's brown eyes narrowed, the heat rising in his body. "I'm sure your wife probably has a problem with you talking to me. At least she did the other day at lunch."

Dean glanced around the shop, the young shop assistant right in the corner. "Can we talk somewhere a little private?"

"There's nowhere fucking private in here." Seth answered quickly. He turned away and looked at Sami. "I'm going out Sami. When Phil starts, tell him to clear all the crap he left behind the counter."

"Okay." Sami nodded. The youngest man in the shop had no other words to say as he watched his boss and the other man in the store leave.

Seth stepped out into the warm sun, a small smile growing on his lips as he allowed the warmth to wash over him. He turned to his right and saw Dean standing there still watching him carefully. He pulled his gaze away from the other man and started walking down the street. He heard the heavy footsteps behind him, trying to catch up to him but he couldn't hide that he was a little disappointed.

Dean let out a heavy sigh as he finally caught up with Seth. He could feel the aggressive energy that was radiating off of the younger man and it admittedly made him feel a little nervous. He didn't know why the hell Seth was so angry. Sure they hadn't spoken in almost a week but that wasn't his fault. He was busy. He took another deep breath before speaking. "Look Seth, I-"

"No, you look!" Seth snapped. He was well aware that they were out in the open and there wasn't a lot hiding them just in case one of Roman's many relations happened upon them so he tried to remain as quiet as he could, despite the fact that he was raging inside. "I cheated on my boyfriend with you so excuse me if I'm a little pissed off that your wife is telling me to back the fuck off of you. The wife that you were apparently divorcing."

Dean didn't respond right away. He'd never seen Seth get quite this angry before. Granted, the younger man had been a little feisty the first time he had been in the same vicinity as him and Roman but he never would have expected this to happen. "Seth. Just calm down."

"No." Seth started. "You disappeared for a fucking week to Miami with Roman without a fucking word and then today you just come waltzing back into my shop expecting me to come crawling back to you?" His tone was harsh and it made his chest hurt when he saw the flicker of hurt in Dean's blue eyes. "I should have known that I was just going to be a fuck to you."

Dean glanced around the street. There wasn't many people out and about but that didn't surprise him considering it was the middle of the working week. He couldn't risk someone overhearing them though and in an instant, he grabbed a hold of Seth's forearm and dragged him down the alleyway that was right next to where they were. "Can you just calm down? For fucks sake Seth."

A look of realization appeared on Seth's face. "Oh right. Your image is way more important than anything or anyone else, right?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "You're overreacting. We only kissed a few times and messed around on the beach. There's no reason to get so fucking dramatic over it."

"Alright. Tell me that you don't fucking think about me." Seth started. "Tell me that you don't fucking want me."

"Of course I want you. You know I do." Dean responded.

"Well if you want me, why the hell is she around? I thought you were gay." Seth challenged. "If you're so into me, then why is there so many roadblocks?"

"I could say the same damn thing." Dean responded. He felt the strong gaze that Seth had locked onto him but he refused to back down. "What? Remember you're the one with the boyfriend that you apparently love-"

"If we're playing like that, you have a wife!" Seth cut him off.

"I don't love her like that anymore." Dean replied. He could feel the anger coursing through his veins from Seth's agitated scoff. "I will always love Nikki but only in a platonic, friends-only way. She will always be my first love but not the one I truly want to be with."

Seth felt his chest pound, his heart hammering hard against his rib cage. "Who do you want to be with?"

Dean felt his breath catch in his throat when he looked at Seth. He could see the desperate look in Seth's brown eyes, could feel the energy radiating off of him. Normally the mere sight of desperation was usually enough to make his dick limp for that person for life but not when it came to Seth. Seth was that one that made him want to reconsider being the person that he truly was behind the mask of his trophy wife. But he knew that he couldn't reveal that to the younger man. Not now. Not ever.

He took another deep breath, Seth's brown eyes staring through his blue orbs and right into his soul. He shrugged. "I'm not sure I've found them yet."

Seth's brow furrowed. "Does any of the time you've spent with me even mean anything?"

Dean hesitated for a moment. "We've only kissed a few times Seth. It's not like we've really done anything too significant. It's not like you've let me fuck you."

Seth let out a short, bark like laugh. "You've got to be kidding me that those kisses we've shared don't mean a thing to you."

"And if they don't?" Dean asked.

"Then I know you're lying." Seth shot back. He closed the gap between them, his fingers almost trembling as they curled around around the smooth, sateen lapels of Dean's suit jacket. He tugged gently, pulling them closer together so that they were almost touching. "Kiss me and tell me they don't mean shit."

Dean took a deep breath. His blue orbs were locked with Seth's brown orbs and he tried to push the nagging thought away from his mind that this was where he wanted to be. That Seth was the one he wanted to kiss, to hold. "Just promise me you won't cry when I tell you it's just a kiss."

"I won't be crying when you're forced to eat your own words." Seth countered. He pushed his face forward just a little bit closer, his heart hammering in his chest as their lips almost touched. "C'mon. I don't have all day Dean."

Dean smirked. He leaned forward and pressed their lips together. His blue eyes slid shut as their mouths morphed together, their lips parting simultaneously as Dean's tongue slid into Seth's mouth, exploring and curling around its counterpart. He ignored the voice in the back of his mind that suggested to him that this kiss in fact did mean something to him. He ignored the way that Seth's lips moving against his felt like electricity coursing through his veins.

His hands slid around Seth's waist and he turned them so that Seth was up against the wall, the younger man's back pressing against the cool cement as their lips and bodies pressed and moved against each other. He couldn't deny though that Seth had a way to make his body react with little more than a few stolen kisses. He could feel his cock coming to life inside of his pants, the same sensation being pressed right back into him. He would have pushed Seth further down the alleyway away from the stinking trash cans and had his way with him if only they'd fucked before.

He broke their kiss, his blue eyes fluttering open and being met by knowing brown orbs. He laughed a little. "Okay. Yeah. I felt something. But that might just be from my dick."

Seth's fingers tightened around Dean's lapels, holding him close. It felt nice to have Dean that close to him. His mind had pushed Roman completely out of him, his brown orbs and his heart solely focused on the man in front of him. He could see the same sparkling lust and desire in Dean's eyes that he felt himself. "Where does this leave us now?"

Dean shrugged. "You know what I want so that ball's solely in your court now."

"I think it's pretty obvious what I want." Seth responded. "But that's stepping across the line of my relationship."

Dean shrugged again. "Again. It's your decision Seth. I won't force you to do anything you're not comfortable with." He paused. "But know that I want it about ten times more than you do."

"I think I need to get back to work." Seth said quietly. His hands slid off Dean's suit jacket and he in turn felt the older man's hands move off his body.

They walked in silence down the end of the alleyway before they both stopped. Seth could see across in the parking lot Dean's expensive black Bentley. The car stood out amongst the others. "I guess I'll see you later?"

"You know where I am." Dean responded before he strode off.

Seth watched him climb into his car before he made his way back to his shop. His heart was beating hard against his chest as he walked through the doors. The bells clanging and alerting his two team members that he was now back. He felt Phil's eyes lock onto him immediately and he felt more than a little uncomfortable. He tried to avoid it and made a beeline for his office in the back.

He'd barely been able to sit down on his plush black office chair when he heard his door open and he watched Phil strut into his office like he owned the place. Seth groaned. "Yes?"

"I don't want us to be like this Seth." Phil started. "And it's only cause I called you out on your shit with Dean."

Seth rolled his eyes. "Dean and I are just friends."

"Friends that disappear down alleyways?" Phil pushed.

Seth's brown eyes widened. "What did you see?"

"I just watched you two walk down the alley together." Phil answered honestly with a shrug. "Why? Should I have noticed something more?"

Seth shook his head. "No. We're just friends but we can't talk in here cause nowhere is private."

Phil sighed. "I know you're not going to tell me the truth but I hope that we're close enough that you would tell me something like this."

Seth shrugged. "There's nothing to tell Phil. Dean and I are friends. Roman and I are in a happy, loving relationship. Leave it be and stop digging for answers that don't exist."

"I think they do exist." Phil murmured loud enough for Seth to hear.

"I think you should get back to work Phil." Seth suggested.

Phil didn't say a word as he strolled out of the office. He'd seen the look of sheer panic on Seth's face when he'd almost admitted that something had happened down the alleyway near the shop. He'd find out what was going on even if it ruined everything between them.

TBC

A/N: so I rewrote this chapter a few times and I'm still not sure it's exactly what I wanted. It's a little shorter than most of the other chapters too. Hope you guys like it. I'll be updating in the usual, regular way, next week. Thanks for reading and reviewing! GatesVengeance x