Two
Dean's blue eyes always seemed to darkened whenever they made love, Roman mused as he thrusted slowly within the auburn haired man in bed later that night. They always seemed to be tempting him to take over the edge from time to time.
He was drawn down for a wild open mouthed kiss as the slow strokes continued and then Roman forgot about being gentle with him.
Dean gripped his shoulders hard, calling out his name in a low rumble.
When he knew his boyfriend's orgasm was close, he whispered into his ear loving words that sent hot, thick spurts of cum in contact with both their stomachs. Roman gave in then to his pleasure, emptying his contents into the condom he was wearing.
He slicked Dean's hair back while smiling tenderly at him. Dean reached his hand out and tucked some hair behind Roman's ear. "That was intense. How long has it been since we last slept together?"
Roman smiled warmly. "Two weeks. And three days."
"Two weeks and three days? Are you sure?"
"Of course."
"You keep count of our lovemaking?"
"Not really. Just that when you stopped touching me, I started to back date and count." He slowly withdrew from his boyfriend and lied down, pulling his body closer against his. "Don't ever do that again."
Dean laughed. "No promises."
"Dean…" he warned.
A soft peck of kiss was planted on his lips. "You're so beautiful."
Roman nuzzled his neck. "You sure had a wild sex life before we met."
"Yeah. Now you know why I was a bit out of hand during our first time together. Of course, I didn't know it was literally your first time too. You must have been overwhelmed."
"Yeah I was but the sex that followed after was better." There was a moment of companionable silence between them. Whilst it was true that he had been overwhelmed by it the first time, he wondered what it'd be like now after their countless lovemaking. "Dean?"
"Yeah?" Dean sounded like his thoughts were far away.
"Suppose you take me that way again…"
"No."
"But Dean… we've slept together a lot and I think I can handle it."
"Fuck no. I won't do it."
"Please? If it gets too much, I'll tell you."
Dean sat up and nudged Roman's thighs apart. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah," he affirmed. "I trust you, Dean."
It seemed to be the key words because Dean's lips came crashing down on his then. Roman smiled seconds before Dean's tongue went into his mouth, arms wrapped tightly around his boyfriend's back, keeping him close.
When morning came around, Roman woke up with a smile and pressed himself closer to a soundly sleeping Dean. Last night was the most intense sex they had - just like their first time - but it was something he had enjoyed this time around.
"I love you," he whispered into Dean's ear. "Always."
He rolled out of bed and decided to get ready for the day. A warm shower later, he was in the kitchen making scrambled eggs while pancakes were set on two plates.
Roman loved taking care of Dean. He loved pampering him and though they had their disagreements like any couple out there, he knew nothing could take away their love for one another.
They shared a deep bond that he hadn't experienced with anyone before.
His cellular phone rang interrupting his thoughts. Jason's name appeared on the ID. "Hey, Jason."
"Hey Roman. Listen, I know it's early but our neighborhood organises this yearly event to raise funds for breast cancer. The money is donated to the hospital. Anyways, we had Adam Cole - uh he's one of our neighbors - perform but now he dropped out. I was wondering if you could get Dean to participate."
Roman started to wonder. Dean seemed to have a hard time fitting but this was performing and he loved performing more than anything. "Well, he does love singing…"
"Do you think you could get him to say yes?"
"When is this event?"
"Uh… tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Roman repeated. "Jason!"
"I know. Please tell me he'll say yes."
"I'll try…" It was for a good cause, after all. Surely Dean would say yes. "Okay."
Jason was thrilled. "Thanks, Roman!"
"No problem." He only hoped Dean wouldn't kill him. "Just send me the details and I'll let him know."
After Jason hung up, Roman put the eggs on each of the plates. He couldn't help but feel nervous about Dean's reaction. His phone beeped and Roman picked it up to read through the details that Jason sent.
"Babe?" he heard Dean call him.
"In here," Roman called out.
A moment later, Dean came into the kitchen, hair slicked back dressed in a Pantera t-shirt and black denim jeans. He looked like he had showered.
Roman found himself being spun around to face him. Dean grinned and kissed him. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I am." Roman turned off the heat.
"No bruises?"
"No. Now can we eat?"
Dean kissed him. "Yeah we can eat."
Roman brought the two plates to the table and watched Dean opened the refrigerator, taking out a chilled carton of orange juice and pouring one full glass and a half glass. Dean opened the cabinet and opened up a mini chiller and took out what looked like a champagne bottle.
He filled the half glass with that before stirring it and then gulping some down.
He gaped at Dean when he joined him at the table. "Dean…"
"Stop looking at me that way, Roman. I never promised you anything," came Dean's reply.
"It's daytime!"
"I noticed."
"What… I'd appreciate if you didn't drink during breakfast."
Dean looked annoyed but Roman refused to budge on the subject. He was starting to get alarmed at the rate Dean was drinking.
His boyfriend stood up. "You know what? I'm not hungry anymore."
"Dean, please," Roman pleaded.
"No, Roman. I said I would try."
"Is this your way of trying?"
Dean stormed out in response. Roman sighed and followed him. The auburn haired man was grabbing his things and putting them into a bag.
"Dean, what are you doing?" His heart was pounding hard; was Dean planning to leave him? "Just because we have an argument doesn't mean I want you out. Unless you want out."
That made him pause his packing. "I don't have a choice."
"But you do, Dean. You are stronger than this."
When Dean resumed packing, Roman grabbed his bag and threw it across the room in frustration. "Roman!" his boyfriend cried out in surprise.
"Damn it, Dean. I told you before that I'm not allowing you to let me go and I meant it. Is this what you want? To let a bottle come in between us and ruin what we have? Is it? We moved here to build a life together. You have to try harder to fight it. I can't do it for you."
Dean sat down on the bed, his shoulders slouched. Roman sat down beside him and hugged him tight. "I can't do it, Roman. I don't have it in me."
"You've done it a few times before."
"It's difficult."
"What is?"
"This whole ordinary life."
"It's only temporary. Once your club opens, it won't be so ordinary. You'll see."
"Can you guarantee me that, Roman?"
"I can't guarantee you anything, Dean." He rubbed his right arm nervously. "Dean, would you do me a favor?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"Ummm I need you to perform tomorrow. At the Pavilion."
"Where's that?"
"It's at the park nearby. The neighborhood raises money for breast cancer. One of the guys living here was supposed to perform but he dropped out. Would you take his place?"
Dean frowned. "Who put you up to this? I had no idea you were part of any committee."
Roman flinched at Dean's accusing tone. "Well, to be honest, Jason called and-"
"Oh fuck." Dean stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
"Dean, please? It's for a good cause. And you know people love your voice."
"No."
"Dean, you said sure when I asked you if you would," Roman reminded him.
"That was a trap!" Dean yelled.
Dean really hated Jason, Roman noted. "He's not interested in me, Dean. And even if he was - which he's not - you know that you're the only guy I see."
Silence.
Roman fervently hoped he was not drinking in there. He walked towards the bathroom to only to see Dean brushing his teeth. "Dean," he pleaded again.
"Fuck, Roman." Dean spat into the sink and waved his hand in front of the sensor of the tap. "Are you kidding me?"
"That you're the only guy I see? No, I'm not."
Dean groaned. "The things I do for you, Roman Reigns." He wiped his mouth with the tissue and threw it into the bin. "You better repay me for this."
"Umm… what do you want for dessert? I'll make some before I leave for work."
A mischievous grin appeared on Dean's face. "I can have anything I want?"
"Yeah."
"Well then, I want you panting underneath me covered in chocolate sauce."
"Are you serious?"
"You said I could have anything I want."
Roman smiled and pulled him into his arms. "I'll cover myself in chocolate sauce for you whether you asked me to do it for repayment or not. In fact, why wait till later?"
"I cannot believe you have to perform tomorrow," Corey laughed. "Oh man. This is going to be priceless."
Dean scowled at him before he continued arranging the liquor bottles on the glass shelf display at the newly renovated Asylum. "Well, I had no choice. Especially since Roman agreed on my behalf."
"Have you decided what song you want to perform?"
"Probably either Cry Tough by Poison or The Messenger by INXS. I haven't decided."
"Hmmm… I think Cry Tough would suit them more. I mean it is for charity."
"I guess." He smiled. "So? What do you think?"
Seth walked in with a case of Jim Beam just then. "Any for you?" he offered Dean a bottle.
"Nah," he declined. "Not today. So what do you both think of this joint?"
"I'm heaving deja vus of our time at the Strip."
"Me too," Corey agreed. "Those were the days. Fuck. I miss those days."
"Hey thanks to this club, we'll be able to relive them."
Dean grinned. "Now you're talking."
Roman wiped the last table in the coffee house while his boss, Randy Orton, was turning over the place for dinner. Once that was done, he went over to the cashier table to collect tent cards to place on all tables.
"Excuse me?"
Roman stood up immediately and smiled. "Good afternoon, Sir. Table for one?"
The man had an air of confidence and was wearing shades and a suit with a bald head. "I'm looking for a Roman Reigns."
Who was this man? "I'm Roman," he replied.
"Oh. You're him."
"Him?"
"The guy Dean is leaving everything behind for."
"Can I have your name and who are you to be so concerned about my boyfriend?"
The man smirked. "Antonio Cesaro. Executive Vice President of Gore Force Records."
Roman sighed inwardly. This man was from Dean's label. But how did he even know where Roman worked-
"I'm also Dean's ex-boyfriend," he added.
Another one? Roman was about to wonder about Dean and his life but then again, hadn't Dean slept with two hundred man over two years? "Look, Dean's not here-"
"Obviously. But it's because of you that your boyfriend left us early in his band's tour."
"Well, he had done it all and he wanted to settle down and lead a normal life."
"Well, you're wrong. Dean and normal do not belong in the same sentence. So here's what you're going to do for me, Roman. You're going to help me persuade your boyfriend to head back on the road."
"For someone who's supposed to be his ex, you sure don't know how strong willed he is."
"He's as whimsical as they come."
"That's not the Dean I know."
Antonio smirked. "You know that this rock star business is his dream, right? You had to come and ruin it."
That angered him. "Ruin it? All I did was asked him if I could get him anything. He pursued me. He asked me out. He kissed me first. So don't you dare come and tell me I ruined his life. You don't know anything about me. I tried to deter him but he refused to budge. If you claimed to know him, you'd know he does what he wants when he wants. And what Dean wants, he always gets."
"Try harder, Roman. Your boyfriend has a bright future as a solo artist. He's a natural and you know that he belongs up on stage. He's got a gift. Him going on a tour will only earn him lots of money."
He had the Samoan there. Dean did belong on a stage; he may try to hide it but he definitely missed being on the road. But how could he bring up the subject without making Dean mad? And if his boyfriend had agreed miraculously to head back on the road, Roman would give him the go ahead to do what he needed to live his life without any interference.
Just as he had done before.
All he wanted was Dean to be happy. Even if that mean they had to spend some time apart.
"You're a reasonable man, Roman. I hope you'll try to put yourself in other people's shoes. If you must know, he's doing it for you apparently so I'd try my best to sway him. I'd appreciate if you could arrange a meeting for us."
"Well… he is performing tomorrow."
Antonio smiled. "Really? Where?"
Dean hadn't seen Roman when he had woken up from sleep the next day though he had felt his arms around him in the middle of the night.
He had been sleeping with a frown, as if he was disturbed by something.
Yawning, he switched on his phone and found a text message from his Samoan informing him that he'd gone out to run some errands and would see him at the Pavilion straight. He shrugged and headed to the bathroom to shower.
He hoped Roman wasn't worried about him drinking. He had cut down the number of bottles so far. Last night, he had three bottles instead of five. So that was an achievement.
Opening his oak wood wardrobe, he settled on a black Iron Maiden t-shirt and jeans with sneakers. "Come on, Dixie," he said, picking up a ESP Flying V. "Daddy and you are going to play."
The Pavilion was not far from where Roman and him lived so Dean chose to go there by foot instead. It was actually just a small octagonal shaped gazebo opened at all sides by the park's fountain.
There was a huge turn out - obviously nothing like the sold out stadiums Steel Hounds played at - but impressive for a neighborhood.
He found Roman laughing with Jason by the corner beside the gazebo and he frowned. So much about errands, he thought. "Roman," he said in a clipped tone.
His boyfriend looked thrilled. "Dean, you made it!" he gushed. "And just in time too. You're up next."
He was about to reply back with a snarky comment - because just the sight of Jason near his boyfriend irked him - but then he heard them introduce him.
"Break a leg, babe," Roman wished him.
That was it? No kiss? Dean was disappointed as he sat down on the high stool.
Remember the nights we sat and talked about all our dreams
Well little did we know then
They were more distant than they seemed
Well I knew it you knew it too
The things we'd go through
We knew the things we had to do to make it, baby.
You gotta cry tough
Out on the streets
To make your dreams happen
You gotta cry out
Out to the world
To make them all come true.
Life ain't no easy ride at least that's what I am told
Sometimes the rainbow baby is better than the pot of gold
You've got to stick it out whether you're wrong or right
And you can't give in without a fight to make it baby
You gotta cry tough
Out on the streets
To make your dreams happen
You gotta cry out
Out to the world
To make them all come true.
You gotta aim high, baby
whether you lose or win
And when you get to the top
You gotta get off or go right back down again
You gotta cry tough
Out on the streets
To make your dreams happen
You gotta cry out
Out to the world
To make them all come true.
You gotta cry tough
Out on the streets
To make your dreams happen
You gotta cry out
Out to the world
To make them all come true.
There was a thunderous applause from the audience and he felt damn happy. He missed performing and it had only been a month since he had stopped.
Someone - a familiar voice - shouted for an encore and soon the entire audience was saying the same thing. Oh fuck. What the hell was he supposed to sing now?
Think, Dean, he chided himself. What song?
Fuck it. He had to play it. He started strumming the opening riff of one of his favorite songs.
You show us everything you've got
You keep on dancing and the room gets hot
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You say you wanna go for a spin
The party's just begun, we'll let you in
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You keep on shouting, you keep on shouting
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
You keep on saying you'll be mine for a while
You're looking fancy and I like your style
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You show us everything you've got
Baby, baby that's quite a lot
And you drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You keep on shouting, you keep on shouting
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
You keep on shouting, you keep on shouting
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
I wanna rock and roll
Dean thanked the audience and stepped off the chair. Roman was not where he was standing earlier. Where the heck was he? Dean didn't want to talk to anyone; he just wanted to go home and hang out on his porch.
"That was a brilliant performance, Dean. I told you that you were a natural."
He froze at the sound of that voice. The same voice who shouted for the encore… who was his ex boyfriend, the Executive Vice President of Gore Force Records, Steel Hounds' former records.
A scowl was plastered on his face as he faced the smug faced man with those damn shades on and in his friggin Armani suit.
"Hello, Dean," he greeted. "I have a proposition for you."
A/N Thank you for the favorites/follows/reviews. I appreciate it. No one is going to break them up. No worries on that. The end game is still Ambreigns rest assured.