Twenty Three

Dean was puzzled by Roman's words. What had he meant by he was happy?

Happy about what? And that bit about calling him some other time… some other time. As if it would be a long time before they would communicate again.

This whole thing was a mess. He wanted out from this tour… and he wanted out now. Standing up, he paced his living room restlessly.

He didn't want to lose Roman.

All the adoration from fans, all the fame and money could never replace him. Even his career meant nothing to him.

Then there was Jason being in the picture again. Who knew what he would have up his sleeve?

Dean loved living with Roman in that house. He loved Roman taking care of him domestically. He loved being nestled in his arms after a long day.

Doing all this was taking him away from that and he wanted to salvage what he could till six months passed by.

Roman stared out at the lake at the city's garden in the late afternoon, his heart torn.

At this rate, they were never going to make it to a year. That was okay, wasn't it? People break up all the time.

Except Dean was the first guy he loved.

He wasn't the first guy Dean had loved though. So even if they broke up, he guessed the rock star wouldn't be crying about it for long. There was never short of admirers for his boyfriend.

The phone rang and his heart skipped a beat when he saw it was Dean. He swiped over the green button.

"Hi." Dean looked worried. "Where are you?"

"Outside. Why?"

"Alone?"

He could always lie and say he was with Jason. But he had given Dean the go ahead to sleep about so he had no right to be upset with him. "Yeah." He paused. "Where's Bobby?"

Dean looked confused. "I have no idea."

"Dean, I hope you won't compare me with Bobby the next time we make love because-"

"What?!" his boyfriend said. "Babe, what are you talking about? Why would I even want to compare Bobby and you?"

"Because you slept together."

The auburn haired man's eyes widened. "Slept together? Where did you even get that idea?"

"Cesaro told me."

"When?"

"Earlier just now when you disappeared with Bobby. He told me that you liked him, that you guys flirted-"

"And you believed him?"

"You were distracted during our conversation. You raised your voice at me. I thought maybe you wanted to make a good impression on him. I… I didn't want to be in the way."

His boyfriend was staring at him. "I didn't sleep with him. Or anyone. It's you I want to make love to, not random people."

"But you were standoffish. You were annoyed that I kept bringing up me following you on tour."

"And for that I'm sorry. I was unhappy after what Cesaro had told me. He wants me to have a wild rock star image in the public eye. That means drinking, partying, sex-"

"But you're not going to, right?"

"I refuse to. Roman, I love you. I didn't want you on tour because of what happened during the last one and at Asylum. I didn't want to risk you getting hurt anymore. I can see it was a bad decision."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean hop on a plane and meet me in Paris."

He was thrilled. "Babe, are you serious?"

"Yeah. I'm serious. I'll give you some money for the ticket and meet you at the airport."

"How much should I pack?"

"Enough for a month. We can go shopping for more in between."

They chatted about Dean's concert and possible things they could do together in France. Roman informed him that he would send him his flight details after booking his ticket.

He was excited to see his boyfriend again; he'd go anywhere his boyfriend went.

After Dean ended their conversation, he went over to Cesaro's room. That sneaky cretin. "What the fuck did you tell Roman?!"

The Swiss man laughed. "Just having some fun. That's all."

Anger coursed through his body before he swung his fist at his ex boyfriend sending him sprawling on the floor. "What was that for?" he cried out, wiping the blood trickling from his nose.

"Just having some fun."

"Look. I'm running a business. I have no time for your soap opera love affair with your boyfriend."

"The only reason why it's a soap opera is because you can't shut your mouth up about me and my sex life. I have a boyfriend now! We're in a committed relationship!"

"Said boyfriend gave you a free pass to sleep around."

"And I'm not going to."

"I own you, Dean. You will do as I say, dammit!"

"Fuck you! That's not in my contract!" Dean shook his head. "You know what? One more interference and I'm out."

"Good luck getting out! I'm not letting you go so easily. Read the fine print, Dean. You have to pay me a substantial amount of money back if you breach the contract."

Dean glared at him before slamming the door shut.

Roman was happy to go out with Jason later that night. They had sushi takeout and watched a replay of the game last week at Jason's place.

The Samoan man was horrified to discover that Jimmy had been cheating with Justin. Jason had been naturally upset and kicked him out.

"How's Dean?" the nurse asked.

"He's alright," Roman replied.

"Having fun on his tour?"

"I'm sure he is. I'll be joining him in a day's time."

"I hope you guys have fun."

"Thanks."

They watched the game again before Jason asked him quietly, "Do you ever wonder what would it be like not dating Dean?"

The question threw him off guard. "Only once. But honestly I can't imagine my life without him."

"I thought I'd last forever with Jimmy."

"I'm not sure if there's such a thing."

"I used to think there was. But to be honest, Roman, I kind of wondered about us too… you and me."

Dean was right, Roman thought. How could he have missed it?

"I'm attracted to you, Roman. You're gorgeous and you're a beautiful person. We have so much in common that I think we're a good match."

Both men stared at one another. Jason's eyes drifted from his eyes to his lips to his eyes again. "One kiss, Roman. That's all I ask."

Roman felt tension between them but reminded himself that while it would be easy to throw caution to the wind and act on what ifs, the repercussions would be severe and he didn't want to go through that.

Dean meant too much to him.

He chose to leave the house and immediately went back to Paul's to pack.

Dean was just about to fall asleep when his boyfriend called him. He did not hesitate to answer. "Roman?"

"Dean, can I meet you in London instead?" his grey eyed darling asked.

"Forget it. Meet me at the Beverly Hills mansion. Do you still have the address?"

"Yeah. What happened to your tour?"

"It's a long story. I'm actually sneaking out. Meet me at the house. Ask Paul for the key."

"Okay. How long will we be there?"

"I'm not sure, babe. Pack enough for a month. I love you, Roman."

"I love you too."

He hung up the phone and started to pack his clothes. Consequences be damned. His heart longed for Roman and he didn't care what anyone had to say.

He was never one for rules anyway.

Once he had packed his bags, he booked the earliest flight - which was in an hour - to Beverly Hills.

He didn't need any of this.

"Dean!" Roman shouted in excitement as he jumped on his boyfriend at the door, causing both to fall the next afternoon.

Finally his scruffy crooner was in his arms again.

Dean laughed while the grey eyed man planted sloppy kisses on his face. "I missed you, Roman. I missed you so much! I don't want to be without you again."

"Not anymore. This is fun… running away," the Samoan man whispered.

They slowly stood up and Dean rolled his few luggage in, locking the door behind him. "So. What's the first order of business?"

"Take your clothes off," Roman instructed, making Dean chuckle.

"You're not wasting any time, are you?" But he was already taking off his leather jacket and t-shirt.

The sight of his boyfriend's hairy chest made him ache with need to plant himself deep inside him.

"Yeah," Dean said slowly when he caught Roman staring at him. "I forgot to shave-"

"I like it," Roman immediately interrupted.

That earned him a searing kiss and he felt the rest of his clothes being removed. Oh, how much he wanted this. Dean's hand went around his length, slowly stroking him.

Roman rested his head on Dean's left shoulder, clinging to him. "Fuck, Dean. I missed this."

The Steel Hounds lead singer planted a quick kiss to his lips. "Me too. Sit on the couch, babe."

The raven haired man did as his boyfriend asked. Dean's mouth closed over his thick member and he sighed in pleasure as Dean's tongue swirled on his slit and tip. "Yeah, babe. Suck me like that."

But his boyfriend wasn't done with him. His hand massaged his scrotum slowly, making the Samoan man squirm in response.

He found himself putting his hand on the back of Dean's head and started to move. Dean moaned with him, still massaging his swollen sacs.

"Dean…" he panted. "I want you, babe! I-"

Whatever he wanted to say next was lost when he came in Dean's mouth. To feel his release being swallowed was a huge turn on.

They started kissing again, this time more passionately. Roman pulled Dean aside close to him as possible, afraid that he'd disappear.

Dean nudged his thighs apart and got up, taking off his jeans. He rushed to his hand carry and took out a condom, quickly putting it on.

Roman found him resting in between his thighs again, his lips being captured in a heated kiss while his nipples were circled at the same time.

The auburn haired man sucked on his tongue hard before planting open mouthed kisses on his neck.

Roman felt his body burning with desire. "Dean… now!"

Blue eyes met grey ones. "Now?"

"Please!"

Dean thrusted into him, hands gripping his butt cheeks. He bit his lips, savoring the moment before his boyfriend started moving.

"Faster!" Roman pleaded.

"Aren't you an impatient one?" Dean chuckled.

He groaned and started to stroke himself feverishly as his boyfriend started pounding into him. Dean bit his neck a bit while continuing his thrusting.

It wasn't long before Roman closed his eyes in surrender as he felt waves of pleasure wash all over him. Dean came almost immediately.

They were both breathing hard, staring at one another before they kissed tenderly. When Dean hugged him, he felt tears spring to his eyes over how much he loved this man.

Dean watched Roman sleep beside him in the bedroom later that afternoon with a soft smile on his face. He snuggled closer to him and sighed in contentment.

There would be hell to pay from the label no doubt but Dean didn't care. He could easily sell this place and his vineyard in Tuscany and throw the money in Cesaro's face.

He'd go anywhere Roman asked him to.

"Dean," his boyfriend mumbled sleepily. "We're staying here?"

"Yeah." He brushed his lips against his boyfriend's cheek. "For the time being. I was planning to sell it and the vineyard I own in Tuscany to buy my way out of my contract."

That'd be the last time he signed a contract.

"What would that mean for your career as a whole?"

"What career? If you mean Asylum, I'm quite content that I have that to distract me. Most importantly, I'll see you every day, Roman. You saw what distance did to us."

Roman's eyes were wide open. "You were right about Jason. He confessed to me."

Not a surprise to him. Dean stared at the door. "Did anything happened… anything I should know about?"

"No. You mean too much to me to risk anything."

Dean had to know. "So no what ifs?"

"What ifs?"

"You know… what if you got together with him… with me out of the way…"

Roman shook his head. "And risk losing you? No way."

It warmed his heart to hear that. "Exactly how I feel too. Despite those free passes and all."

Roman pulled him close and they started to kiss again. Dean felt a quiet joy at that moment. His Samoan boyfriend was his everything.

"So what happens now?" Roman asked.

A/N Thank you for your kind reviews. Backlash will have thirty chapters in total for those who are curious. :-)