Six
"No."
"You're such a stubborn man," Antonio sputtered.
"Tell me something I don't know."
"Okay. I'll make you a deal," the Swiss businessman proposed. "If you held a concert and your tickets sell out within an hour, then you sign with my label."
"Are you serious?" Dean laughed. "You must think I'm that naive young man you met all those years ago. No."
Antonio was giving him a look. Dean stared back. From where Roman was sitting, it didn't appear that either man would back down soon. Could he bear to be far away from Dean? It was hard the first and second time despite how brief it was.
He watched Antonio frown and crossed his arms. "Your boyfriend doesn't have a problem with it, Dean. So I don't see why you're not doing it."
No. Roman knew he couldn't bear to be far away from him again. "Dean," he spoke up. "I don't want you to do it."
His boyfriend looked at him, surprised before he turned back to Antonio who was frowning. "You said he had your support," Antonio reminded him.
"Yes if he wanted it but personally, Dean, I don't want you to go."
"Oh I'm not going anywhere," his boyfriend assured him. "My place is right beside you."
Antonio looked miffed and stormed out of the club.
Paul whistled. "Show's over."
"I don't have time for this," Dean announced. "I have better things to do… like soundcheck."
Roman watched him head to the stage and picked Dixie up and adjusted the microphone and started playing random notes on the guitar.
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters
Dean had a beautiful voice; Roman could listen to him all day and he wouldn't get sick of hearing him. He smiled fondly thinking if he could get him to sing while they made love.
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know
I never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No nothing else matters
When they got home, Dean just kicked off his shoes and threw his jacket aside. "Thank you for what you said back there," he said to Roman. "You really don't want me to go, right?"
"No," Roman replied. "Why would I want you away from me?"
His boyfriend took off his tank top and threw it on the floor. Roman merely shook his head and picked it up. Typical Dean. "Since the day I met you," Dean said as they walked to their bedroom, "my whole life has revolved around you. I couldn't even complete a world tour because I was too busy missing you. That never happens. I don't resent you because I had to give it all up. I told you I'd do it again and I meant it. I'm glad you said what you did back there. I needed you to tell me not to go, Roman. I have these thoughts that you can't wait to shove me out of your life. You don't have to walk on eggshells around me. You can just tell me how it is and I'll try to see where you're coming from."
"Dean, I want you in my life… always. I'm in this for the long run with you. I just want you to be happy. That's all."
"You make me happy, Roman. I don't need this house or my band or even my cars or mansion to make me feel this way," His boyfriend sat down on the bed. "I've said it once and I'll say it again: nothing can convince me that it's better than you."
Roman sat down beside him and held his hand. "You have no idea how much I missed you when I came home alone from Dublin," he admitted. "I just stared at my phone countless of times wondering if I should call you or just text you. I had no idea that you thought I didn't care enough when all I wanted was to make it easy for you. I wasn't trying to push you away, Dean. I was just being realistic about the whole thing. But yes. If you were to go, I'd be very sad. You're the other half of my soul. So please don't go."
Dean leaned over and kissed him. "I'm not. So don't worry."
Roman ate breakfast leisurely with Dean the next morning. He watched Dean make an egg sandwich out of the scrambled eggs the grey eyed man had prepared earlier and wholemeal bread and smiled. At least his boyfriend now knew how much the Samoan man wanted him to stay.
"Dean?" Roman asked.
"Yeah babe?" the auburn rock star replied.
"Suppose you could perform Patience for the concert."
His boyfriend smiled. "Suppose I could."
"I'd be over the moon."
"Yeah?" Dean said. "Do you know how badly I wanted to kiss you the first time I sang it?"
"I wanted to kiss you too," Roman admitted. "But I was afraid we were moving too fast."
"And now?"
"Now I can kiss you anywhere."
There was a look of mischief on Dean's face. "You know, Roman. You did ask me for a favor last night."
He gulped. "Y-Yes."
"And I did say I had the repayment in mind."
Oh no. What did Dean have in mind? They had already done chocolate. "Y-You d-did?"
"Oh yeah. I want you naked beneath me on this table."
"Now?"
"Well not now but later like after we clean up once we're done with lunch."
Roman leaned over and kissed him. "What am I going to do with you?"
"A lot of things," Dean replied with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
The Samoan man laughed. "Well, since I can do a lot of things with you, I'd like you to sing to me during sex."
"Oh? I can do that. Any song request?"
"Nah. Just sing what you think feels right."
Because Randy Orton, Javawocky's owner, had decided to close the shop for three days - he had a vacation he had planned - Roman stayed home and just relaxed with Dean watching television in bed.
They made fun of the cheesy movies and made out in between the boring ones.
He loved this; he loved being with Dean like that. No complications. No drama. Just the two of them in their cocoon. True they were different in personalities and interests but they loved each other and only wanted the other person to be happy.
Even if he hadn't made friends, he didn't mind. Dean was his home.
He found the auburn haired man soundly asleep next to him when he glanced at the wall clock. "Babe?" he murmured near Dean's ear.
"Mmmm…"
"It's twelve."
Dean threw his arm around Roman and pressed himself closer. "Go to sleep, Roman."
"But-"
His boyfriend kissed him briefly, interrupting what he wanted to say.
Roman chuckled and kissed Dean's forehead. "You said you wanted me naked beneath you on the dining table," he whispered.
Immediately Dean's eyes flew open. "Well then." He climbed on top of Roman and started to kiss his forehead and cheekbones.
Still feels like our first night together
Feels like the first kiss, it's gettin' better, baby
No one can better this...
Still holdin' on, you're still the one.
Oh boy. He was singing. And Roman was starting to get excited about it. "Dean, the dining table?"
His boyfriend pulled his t-shirt in response over his head and Roman fell back on the bed.
First time our eyes met, same feelin' I get
Only feels much stronger, wanna love you longer
You still turn the fire on...
The Samoan man stroked Dean's arms up and down, cherishing this moment between them while Dean placed soft kisses all over his face.
So if you're feelin' lonely—don't
You're the only one I ever want.
I only wanna make it good
So if I love you a little more than I should...
At that Dean got off him and quickly discarded his own clothes before pulling off Roman's boxers. He settled himself in the same position again and continued singing while he circled the Samoan man's nipples.
Please forgive me
I know not what I do.
Please forgive me
I can't stop lovin' you
Don't deny me.
This pain I'm going through...
Please forgive me if I need you like I do.
Please believe me.
Every word I say is true...
Please forgive me
I can't stop loving you
This was turning Roman on beyond words. Dean's voice and his ministrations… He gripped his boyfriend's arms. "Dean," he gasped. "Please, babe."
In response, Dean grinded against him, the friction between them making him moan, asking the auburn haired man to do it again.
Still feels like our best times are together.
Feels like the first touch, still gettin' closer, baby
Can't get close enough.
Still holdin' on, you're still number one.
I remember the smell of your skin,
I remember everything,
I remember all your moves
I remember you, yeah!
I remember the nights, you know I still do.
He was still at it.
Dean bit his neck and sucked on the same spot. He was marking him and it sent a thrill down his spine. He was Dean's and Dean was his. Nothing in the world was going to change that.
One thing I'm sure of is the way we make love.
And one thing I depend on is for us to stay strong.
With every word and every breath I'm prayin'
That's why I'm sayin'...
"Fuck," Roman whined. "Just fuck me already."
Dean laughed. "Didn't you want me to sing to you?"
"Yes."
"Well… then don't you know?"
"Know what?"
"All you need is just a little patience," he sang, teasing Roman. Grabbing a lube, he spread a generous amount to prep Roman, singing:
Please forgive me
I know not what I do.
Please forgive me
I can't stop lovin' you
Don't deny me
This pain I'm going through.
Please forgive me if I need you like I do
Oh, believe me.
Every word I say is true.
Please forgive me
I can't stop loving you.
He kissed Roman with intensity before he thrusted into him. Roman bit his lip, loving the feeling of Dean within him. He opened his eyes and found Dean looking at him like he was the most beautiful thing he had seen.
He felt his cheeks burning.
"Nice to know I can still make you blush," Dean said softly, as if he were in awe.
"You'll always have this effect on me," Roman replied.
He felt Dean thrusting in and out of him and he felt his body burn with need for this beautiful man. Turned on to a feverish pitch, he reached and stroked himself. "That's hot, Roman," he heard Dean whispered.
He groaned as his boyfriend hit his prostate repeatedly. When he came, Dean's name were on lips. Dean yelled out his name and collapsed on him almost immediately.
"Fuck, Roman," he said. "I love us."
And Roman kissed him tenderly. "I love us too."
Dean had to perform that night at the club but he was still on cloud nine after his afternoon delight with Roman. Hmmm maybe he should have sang that song instead…
"Look at you, smiling a lot," Paul said, with a diet Coke in hand. "Someone must have had a great day."
"I should be questioning that about Brock and you," he remarked.
Paul laughed. "What makes you think that Brock and me are together?"
He had to roll his blue eyes at that. "Ummm Paul… everybody's talking about it."
"Nice club."
Dean frowned when Tye Dillinger, a fellow rock star whom he had crossed words and even fought once strolled into the club. "What the fuck are you doing here?" the lead singer demanded.
"Is that how you greet an old friend?" Tye replied.
"Fuck you, Tye. We're not friends and you fucking know that, you buck toothed twat."
Tye laughed. "Oh Dean. Still with the insults."
"For you, no reservations is required. I'm not going to hold back my opinion about you. Speaking of which," he said, pushing Paul aside and walking up to Tye's face. "If you ever call my boyfriend a prostitute again, I'm going to fucking kick your ass."
"Fuck you, Dean. I'll call him whatever I want."
That did it. Dean gave him a hard swing and it caused the lead vocalist of Punk 10 to fall on the floor just as Roman walked in with a McDonald's bag. Dean pulled Tye up and made him face Roman. "Apologise to him," he demanded.
"Why should I apologise to him?" Tye sneered.
"For what you said to him in Glasgow about the group sharing him."
Roman shook his head. "Dean-"
Dean ignored Roman and tugged and pressed Tye's twisted arm higher. "Apologise or I'll expose to the media about you sleeping with that pop star. You know who I'm talking about. I have the pictures to prove it and there goes your so called tough image."
"Aaargh!" Tye yelped. He looked at Roman. "Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
Dean pushed him aside and he fell down. He was happy he finally got that ass clown to apologise. Roman's pride had taken a hit on that day even so much that Dean and him had argued.
His eyes fell on Roman. "Sorry babe. Probably not the way you wanted it-"
"It was the thought that counted," his boyfriend replied. "Though he's not going to be taking this lying down."
"We're sworn enemies. It was bound to happen."
Brock picked Tye up and escorted him out of the place. Dean was frowning at the door before he was reminded that Roman had been carrying a McDonald's bag. "What's that?"
"Dinner for us before you open up this place," Roman said.
And just like that, Dean's heart melted. "Did I ever tell you that I love you?"
"You tell me that all the time. Did I ever tell you that I love you and I'm proud to be able to call you mine?"
"I'm pretty sure you have."
"Well, I'm going to say it again. I'm proud of you, Dean and I'm proud to be able to say that that's my boyfriend every time."
Dean pressed his lips against Roman's and led him to one of the booths where they ate two Quarter Pounders and fed each other fries in front of an LED candle.
It was no five star restaurant but to Dean this was possibly the best dinner date he had ever been on.
A/N Fluffy chapter for you guys. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you so much for the favorites/follows/reviews. I appreciate it :-)