Seven

When it's like this I feel the music shootin' through me
There's nothing else that I would rather do!

"Dean!"

Dean continued singing while whisking the batter of pancake mix when Roman came into the kitchen.

Shirtless.

Oh boy.

"Baby boy, what are you doing?" his boyfriend asked.

He smirked. "Making pancakes. I thought I'd make breakfast today."

Roman wrapped his arms behind him and dropped kisses near the side of his neck. "That sounds yummy."

"Roman, if you don't stop, I'm going to bang you on the dining table for real."

"That sounds even better."

"I'm trying to do something nice for you."

"You driving into my body sounds nice to me."

Dean put the bowl down. "You asked for it," he growled as he pulled Roman and dragged him to the dining table and pushed him on it. "You still have time to change your mind."

"Morning sex is good for the body," his boyfriend explained.

"Oh you bet it is." He bit Roman's cheeks, his neck before he blew into his ear which earned him a shiver from the beautiful Samoan man beneath him.

You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin',
I'm gonna send you back to schoolin',
Way down inside honey, you need it,
I'm gonna give you my love,
I'm gonna give you my love.

"Who?"

"Led Zeppelin, baby," Dean replied as he pulled Roman's boxers down before admiring his boyfriend. "There. Naked on the dining table."

Dean took off his clothes and sat on top of him; Roman groaned when their bare lengths pressed against one another's. His boyfriend was semi hard.

I was made for lovin' you baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you baby
Can you get enough of me

"No," Roman replied. "I don't think I will."

"Good," Dean cooed before claiming his lips. "I can't get enough of you too."

They kissed again, this time more passionately. Roman's hands were running through his hair, his tongue seeking entrance into Dean's mouth. The auburn haired man opened it and as they made out, Dean rubbed himself against Roman, causing a friction that made both yearning with need.

He broke the kiss and continued grinding. "Dean," Roman pleaded. "Suck me."

He stopped what he was doing and bent down to take all of Roman in his mouth. His boyfriend arched, his lips raised as Dean teased the veins under his head. "Yeah… like that," Roman gasped. "Don't stop, babe."

Stop? No way.

Dean was loving every minute of this. His tongue teased Roman's slit and he sucked on the clear liquid leaking from it.

There was a knock on the door then. Dean stopped what he was doing and stared at it.

"Fuck it! Who is it this early?" he snapped.

"Fuck. Just ignore it," Roman replied. "Keep-"

Dean's lips were back into action. He swirled around the veins and slit, sucking a bit harder.

Roman was moaning louder, hands splayed on the table. "Dean," he called out. "Babe… just like that…"

They were both lost in the moment, the damn knocking which stopped after the fifth time in the back of their heads.

Dean stopped short of what he was doing and kissed Roman hard before working on his right nipple.

His boyfriend's sigh made him excited. He turned his attention to the left nipple before going lower and lower.

"I've got to prep you…" he said.

"No, Dean. Give it to me raw."

Dean's jaw dropped. "Are you sure?"

"Very. Please? I need you."

A quick kiss. "I need you too."

And Dean thrusted into him. Roman bit his lip before he begged Dean to move. And so the lead singer did, knowing where to hit so that his beautiful boyfriend's face would flush and his eyes would be squeezed, biting that lush bottom lip of his.

"I'm almost there," Roman groaned.

"Me too, babe," Dean replied. "Me too."

He came first before Roman, an "I love you" escaping from his boyfriend's lips. As was his habit, he collapsed on him, trying to catch his breath.

"There," Roman panted. "You've got your repayment. Me naked beneath me on the dining table."

Dean laughed before gently kissing him. "I wonder who was at the door," Roman said. "A salesman?"

"Maybe."

Dean pulled out and got up with Roman, intending to get a wet cloth when his boyfriend pulled him this time causing him to slam into the Samoan man's body.

"Let's take a shower together," his grey eyed beauty said. "And then I'm going to treat you to breakfast."

Mornings like these he could definitely get used to, he decided.

Roman brought him to a breakfast place called Joe's Joint where they served a huge variety of breakfast dishes.

Feeling famished after their morning activity, the blue eyed man ordered a combo dish which consisted of two scrambled eggs, two sausages, two slices of hickory smoked turkey bacon and a half waffle.

Roman decided to have a breakfast bowl which had warm quinoa, heavy whipping cream, dried cranberries, pecan, sautéed peaches and sautéed cinnamon apples.

They both ordered regular coffee and while they waited, they chatted about Dean's performance the night before.

His boyfriend had stayed to catch the performance, sitting with Paul and an overly protective Brock.

"So what did you drink this time?" Dean was curious.

"A Bellini and a Virgin Mary," Roman replied, stirring his coffee. He smiled shyly. "You sang Patience again."

"Well, you were there. I had to." He took Roman's hand and kissed it before singing softly. "All we need is just a little patience."

Roman blushed. "Dean…"

"I could listen to you say my name all day."

His boyfriend was leaning over to kiss him and Dean was about to meet him halfway when-

"Roman!"

Dean knew whom that voice belonged to. Jason Jordan. Bane of his existence.

When the handsome nurse stopped by their table, Dean faked a smile at him. Jason noticed him. "Oh hey, Dean."

"Hey." Then he added, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm working afternoon shift today so I usually get the coffee from here." Jason sat beside Roman and Dean found himself clenching his fists in agitation.

Two's a company and three's a crowd, he mused. But who was the third person?

"I stopped by your home earlier," Jason continued. "But you weren't there. I wanted to pass you this."

He was the jackass knocking on the door?

The nurse handed Roman a card. "Jimmy's birthday is next week and I'm holding a celebration for him."

Roman opened the card to look at details. "Next Saturday. Six in the evening." He looked at Dean. "Babe, can you take time off to come with me?"

"Sure," the auburn haired man replied. "No problem."

"We'll be there," he replied to Jason.

Jason beamed. "That's great. I've got to dash but I'll see you later. Remember nine at O'Brien's."

"Got it," Roman chuckled and Jason fist bumped with him.

Okay nothing to get upset about. Roman should have friends. He didn't have to be a loner.

"You okay?" Roman asked.

"Ummm since when did you have plans tonight?" he asked.

"He texted me this morning about meeting up for supper. And I figured since you'd be at the club, I would have something to do."

Two people alone meeting for supper? This had date written all over it.

"Dean?" Roman repeated. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Honestly it slipped my mind."

Roman wouldn't cheat on him. He wouldn't. That was not his thing. He had that hunk of a professor, Dr Joseph Namakaeha, hitting on him back in school and his internship but he didn't succumb to the man's advances.

Perhaps he bought you breakfast because he was feeling guilty, the voice in his head sneered at him.

No. Roman was not Sami or Antonio.

"You're upset with me," Roman said.

He found Roman staring at him, as if he was trying to decipher the inner workings of his mind.

"No," he lied. "I'm just thinking about tonight's show."

"Dean, you don't have to hide from me."

"I'm not. Let's talk about something else."

Their meals were served and they chatted about the club and the upcoming performance for the racial awareness concert. The conversation seemed awkward.

Dean didn't like it one bit.

When they reached home, Dean went straight to their bedroom and lied down. Roman didn't hesitate to lie down beside him and hugged him tight.

"Dean… what's wrong?" his boyfriend asked. "Jason's just a friend. You know that I wouldn't cheat on you. I love you. It really slipped my mind."

"I'm tired, Roman," he replied quietly.

"Well, you have had late nights."

"Not that."

"Then what are you tired about? Are you tired of… of me?"

How could he explain that he was so used to having Roman around him that now he had a new friend, he felt irrelevant… like he was just in the way? Of what he still wasn't sure.

Talking about it may lead to an argument so he chose the other route and simply replied, "No."

He felt a headache coming on so he got up and went to the bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinet.

Popping an aspirin and downing it with water from the glass tumbler, he went back to bed. "I'm having a headache."

Roman kissed his forehead.

It brought tears to his eyes. Fuck. He didn't deserve someone like Roman. Someone who had a good heart… who everyone loved.

People only loved Dean because he was a star. Because of what he could give them: money.

"Dean?" Roman sounded worried.

"I'll be okay. I just need some rest."

Some time later while he was stirring awake to turn, he felt Roman rubbing his back. "Feeling better?" his boyfriend asked softly.

"Yeah."

Because you're right next to me.

"If I were you, I'd take up that solo career." Seth handed him two shots of tequila at Asylum's bar later that evening an hour and a half before opening. "Hit the road and forget your troubles."

Dean downed it. "But that would break his heart."

"Would it? He's got a new pal. He didn't had a BFF when you were on our world tour so I can imagine the loneliness. If you go now, I bet you that he wouldn't notice."

Maybe Seth had a point. Things would be different this time around. Until he was reminded of something.

"He may not notice it but I will. I missed him like crazy during that tour. How am I supposed to travel when I'm constantly thinking of him?"

"Get a fuck buddy."

"That's called cheating."

"When he gives you that pass, it's not." Seth turned his head and grinned. "Be right back. Becky's here."

Corey came up to the bar counter with a bottle of Corona just as Seth left. "Talk to him, Dean. Shutting him out is not the solution. Oh and what perfect timing too."

"What?"

"He just walked through the door."

True to Corey's words, Roman was holding a brown bag by the door. He was looking at Dean with concern as he came closer.

"Talk to him," his best friend said before walking away.

"Hey," Roman greeted when he reached Dean's side with slight hesitancy.

Dean twiddled with his thumbs. "Hey."

"You left home so quick that I didn't get a chance to give you the meal I prepared for you." He put the brown bag on the bar counter in front of him. "I made you baked potato with spicy salsa and chips. It's supposed to alleviate your headache. I googled it."

"Oh." Dean felt like a world class jerk. "I… ummm… thanks for this. You didn't have to."

"Of course I had to. You're my boyfriend and I care about you." He took Dean's hand in his. "He's just a friend, Dean. I promise."

"I know." He used the best smile he could to assure his boyfriend. "Have a great time, okay? I'll finish at three thirty tops."

"I can come here after my hangout."

"No. It'd be wise not to. You remember how it went the first time."

"But you can have Brock and Paul sit with me if you're worried. They did that last night."

"It's going to be packed like yesterday. By the time you arrive, there won't be any place for you to sit. I'll just see you at the house, Roman."

"You mean at home."

"Right. At home." He turned his attention to the second shot glass in front of him and downed it. He could feel Roman's eyes on him. "What are you looking at?"

"Talk to me, Dean. I know something's bothering you. Just please talk to me. Did I give off the wrong signs to Jason? Is that it?"

Dean shook his head. "I'm scared, Roman. I'm scared of losing you."

"What? Dean, you won't lose me."

"How do you know that, Roman? You can't guarantee me that."

Roman looked taken aback by his comment. "What-"

"I'm starting to see things clearly. I could hide and even ignore our differences in the studio or on the road but I can't do that here. I'm no longer Dean Ambrose the rock star. I'm just Dean Ambrose. I mean who the fuck am I next to someone doing a noble job like nursing? You're better off without me, Roman. You deserve a better person than me. I'm a mess."

His boyfriend was quiet for a while. "I didn't fell in love with Dean Ambrose the rock star. I fell in love with Dean Ambrose the man himself and-"

"You told me once that you loved me because I'm everything you're not. You're a beautiful person, Roman. And quite frankly I'm not."

"That wasn't what I meant."

"I know you didn't but don't you get it? You're going to see me for the ugly person that I am. I meant it when I sang that I built my world around you. I'm so used to having you around. Now that you have Jason, eventually you won't need me anymore."

Dean found himself being dragged by Roman into the last booth where they sat down. He placed the brown paper bag aside. "I remember telling you that I wouldn't allow you to let me go," the Samoan man said. "I also remember you telling me you'll tie me down to make me stay. So clearly we don't want to be separated from one another. Otherwise you'd still be on your tour and I'd be climbing the walls waiting for you, missing you. I've told you before, Dean: let me decide on what I deserve and don't. Jason is just a friend. He's not more than that. He cannot take your place. No one can. If you ever asked me to choose, you know I'd pick you. I'll always pick you, Dean. You're still first in my heart."

"You're first in mine."

"I knew that. I've known that the whole time. I know it's hard but we can get through this. If he crosses a line, he goes. I promise."

He hated promises. To him, promises were just vows waiting to be broken. "Don't promise me anything."

"Why?"

"Because I don't trust promises, Roman."

"But you trust me."

"Yes."

"Then trust that I wouldn't give you up for anyone in this world."

"Anyone?"

"Anyone."

"If I see him trying so much as to make a pass at you, he's dead."

"He won't."

Dean got some Sprite for Roman and Coke and JD for himself - he still had an hour to go before opening time - and they shared the spicy salsa dip and chips.

He made a mental note to take Thursdays off as Roman would likely have his days off then too.

Then Roman started kissing him with tenderness… he stopped thinking at all. He held on to his boyfriend tight, as if he'd fall through the cracks if he let loose.

He felt Roman wrapped his arms around his waist as the kiss deepened. Their tongues made love as their passion intensified, hands underneath each other's t-shirts.

"Five minutes till opening," he heard Paul announced.

Dean felt like a teenager again and as Roman trailed hot kisses down the side of his neck, he was giddy with anticipation. Their lips found another again and Dean clenched the ends of Roman's t-shirt.

"I love you," the Samoan man murmured when they broke the kiss.

Dean looked into his beautiful grey eyes. "I love you too."

As if they were surrounded by a magnetic field, their lips were drawn together again.

A/N I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. We'll kick off with Jimmy's party for the next one. Possibly the most intense chapter yet too. Thanks for the favorites/follows/reviews. I appreciate it :-)