Chapter 16

The guys cleaned up after their impromptu liaison. Dean put on his gym shorts and Roman his boxers. He noticed that Seth was looking rather tired as he buttoned up his jeans.

Roman placed his arm around his boyfriend's waist pulling him against his body. Seth's head promptly landed on his shoulder. Reigns laughed a little. " You seem a bit spent there."

Seth nodded and moaned against Roman's shoulder. " I am. That's the second round in a matter of hours."

Dean smiled to himself recalling having Seth to himself hours earlier. " You can crash on my bed if you want."

Seth looked at him appreciatively. " Thanks, man." He kissed Roman on the cheek and headed off in the direction of Dean's bedroom.

Dean watched Roman as he watched Seth walking off. Roman noticed and he raised an eyebrow at him with a smirk on his face. " What are you looking at?"

Dean smiled and shook his head. " You're so in love with him."

Roman blushed looking down at the floor, feeling a bit embarrassed. " Yeah, I am."

Dean stepped closer to him. " I am too."

Roman observed Dean and knew that he was being sincere. " I know."

They stood for a few more moments observing each other. Both wondering if to admit how they felt about each other.

Dean broke the silence first. " How about a beer?"

Reigns shrugged his shoulders. " Sure."

He followed Dean into the kitchen and sat on one of the stools at the breakfast bar as Dean fetched the beer out of the fridge. The clock on the oven showed that it was a little after nine thirty on a Saturday night. Dean sat on the stool next to him and passed him the beer. The liquid felt cold and refreshing as it ran down his parched throat. He set the bottle down and his fingers traced designs through the condensation on the outside of the bottle leaving paths through the water droplets.

Dean took a sip of his beer and looked over at his friend who was playing with his bottle. Roman, sitting there in just his boxers, hair in a loose ponytail that went about six inches past his shoulders was hunched over his breakfast counter. Dean knew that his feelings for him ran deep. But Seth was right when he said that they were both stubborn men. It was a lot easier for him to admit his feelings for Seth whose tendancy was to wear his heart on his sleeve than to admit those same things to Roman.

He licked his lips before he spoke. " This has been some night, huh?"

Roman glanced over at him and then back at the bottle. " Yeah." He picked at the label on the bottle. " I can't believe that we did that."

Dean nodded in agreement and took another sip. " Me either."

They went back in to a comfortable yet awkward silence. Dean stared ahead into his kitchen, looking at nothing in particular. He didn't know why it was so hard for him to admit how he felt about Roman. Well hard to admit to the man himself. After the morning when he had left the hotel room and Roman had kissed him goodbye, he knew that was Reigns was feeling something for him and he couldn't deny how he felt anymore either.

He felt him staring at him and he turned around and saw that indeed that his grey eyes were on him. Reigns head was tilted to a side, his long black wavy hair framing his face. His thumb was pressed against the corner of his mouth as he observed him.

Dean pretended that having Roman watching him so intently didn't make him feel nervous and just a bit coy. " What are you looking at?"

" You."

" Well you have seen me before..." He tried to laugh but something about the look on Roman's face made him stop.

Reigns leaned forward slightly on his stool. " What's going on between us?" He looked at Dean awaiting his answer.

Dean pushed the beer to a side and looked at him. He gave a small shrug of his shoulders. " I don't know... it's kinda weird." He admitted.

Roman looked at him as if he was deep in contemplation. He slid his hand over the breakfast bar and covered Dean's hand that was resting on it. He gave his hand a firm squeeze and he returned it.

Ambrose got off his stool with Roman still holding his hand and stood right infront of him at his knees. Dean let go of Roman's grip and placed his palms on top of Roman's thighs. The Samoan moved his legs further apart and Dean took a small step in, so that their clothed groins were pressing against each other. Dean looked up at Roman who was few inches taller because he was still seated on the stool. He could feel the thick tension between them. His blue eyes studying his friend's face. He couldn't take it anymore and leaned forward to kiss him as Roman bent his head down. Their lips met softly with a mild brush against each other's as if they were afraid of scaring the other away. Then Dean held Roman's bottom lip between his lips momentarily before releasing it and recapturing it again. He felt Roman grabbing the back of his head and pulling him on to his lips. He kissed him hard. Holding him steady as his lips worked Dean's top and bottom lips one at a time. Dean moved his hands up Roman's thighs, over his boxers and around to the back of his waist to keep himself steady. Dean angled his head as he felt Roman's tongue brush against his. He tasted a bit like the beer but more of his natural flavour came through. God. He was intoxicating he thought as the kiss deepened and their tongues stroked each other.

One of Dean's hands moved up the smooth skin of Roman's back, his fingers becoming entangled with the soft curls of his ponytail. He pulled a few inches away from Roman's lips. He looked deep into Roman's eyes that were filled with desire as he spoke. " I love you."

Before the words dropped from his mouth completely Roman attacked his lips hard. Dean felt as if the breath was being sucked out of him. He grasped the back of Roman's neck as he pulled him into a very tight embrace, their chests pressing hard agaisnt each other. Roman eventually relaxed his grip on Dean's lips and kissed him softly before pulling away. He stroke the side of Dean's jaw as he spoke to him, his voice soft. " I love you."

Dean couldn't help but to smile before he kissed Roman once more. It felt as if the weight was completely off his shoulders. The two men that he was in love with, loved him back and for right now all was right with the world.

Ten minutes later they joined Seth in bed. Roman smiled to himself and shook his head when he saw that Seth had planted himself right in the middle of the king size bed. He didn't know if it was by coincidence or by choice but it meant that Roman and Dean would have to sleep on either side of him. Roman slid in on one side and Dean on the other. Roman faced Seth and draped one arm over his waist watching him slumber. If it wasn't for him he would never have the courage to realize the feelings that he had for Dean, never mind actually saying it. He looked over at Dean but he had his back to him and from the sounds of it was already fast asleep. He kissed Seth on his forehead before he closed his eyes for the night. Right now, he was at peace.

Dean was the first to wake up the following Sunday morning. It was about six thirty and the sun was already making its presence felt. The events of last night ran through his mind. It was an amazing night. First he confessed his feelings to Seth, made love to him and then that mind blowing threesome that occured and to cap it off Roman and him were finally honest with each other. He never felt so much joy inside of him before and it made him smile as he lay there in bed. He turned around and saw that Roman and Seth were still asleep entangled in each other. Roman's arm was around Seth's waist while one of his legs were inbetween Seth's denim covered ones. Seth's head was resting on Roman's shoulder, while Roman's own rested above him on a pillow. Dean suddenly felt as if he was intruding into something that was very personal and private. Even in the dead of sleep they had reached for each other and not him. Maybe they did love him but just not enough.

A/N: Thank you all for your wonderful reviews on the last chapter. I'm so glad that you all enjoyed the threesome. Writing it was hard work *whew*, lol. So what's up with Dean now?