This terribly overdue chapter might be worth it.. Dean and Roman get some sexy times in at long last! I don't write smut often, so bear with me if some of it sounds really strange. I'm definitely practicing. Writing, that is. ;) If you're not a fan of smut...what are you even doing here? D: No, I kid! You can just skip this chapter if the content makes you uncomfortable. You're not missing anything story-wise.. except what I hope is a really hot scene. Let me know what you think!
"Whoooo," Dean said, mimicking the sound of the wintry gale following him and Roman into the apartment. The place was starting to look a bit disordered. Roman would have to tidy up a little before Randy got home tomorrow. Even if Randy wouldn't appreciate it, Roman knew he would have if the roles were reversed. "Some night, huh?"
Roman locked the door securely behind them. He was certain they hadn't been followed. He'd checked—numerous times, borderline obsessively—on the drive here. "Dean, you scared the hell out of me tonight."
Dean's figure went stiff in wonder at Roman's frank remark. "Ro, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to—"
"I know. But it got me to realize just how much you mean to me. And how I would hate…" He took Dean's hand in his own. "To lose you. I care so much about you. I lo—"
The word throttled him, wedging in his throat.
He'd never told anyone he'd loved them before, outside of family members, and even then, it was pretty much a given and he didn't have to speak the word aloud so often. He wished he'd asked Randy for advice on how to follow through with this simple—yet profound—statement.
But did Randy truly know what love was?
Maybe Dolph could have given him some pointers. Maybe there was a process. Ten steps to tell the one you're with you love them, without coming across as sounding completely desperate.
You're overthinking this, Roman rebuked himself.
But Dean's lips were twitching. They gave into a smile. He squeezed Roman's hand back and said, "More than words. Don't tell me—show me."
Roman could do that for sure.
He pulled Dean into an unyielding kiss. He did not work up to using his tongue, opening his mouth—he lured Dean's lips apart in an instant and plunged his tongue deep in Dean's mouth, exploring every inch. He took Dean's bottom lip in a bite. Dean groaned, his muscles shivering.
"Don't give in yet," Roman said, voice suave and slick, one he didn't recognize from himself. "I've only just begun."
Roman walked Dean towards his room, without breaking the kiss or their romantic form. He drew Dean to the edge of the bed, surprised and impressed with himself for navigating the area without accidentally throwing Dean into a wall or tripping over anything.
"You ever do anything like this before?" Dean breathed when Roman came up for air.
"No," Roman admitted. "You?"
Dean winced. That answered Roman's question. Shit, he thought, what do I have to live up to?
"It wasn't special," Dean said, calming Roman's anxiety. "One-time drunken mistake. This means a little more."
"Ah. Alright." Roman was going on his instincts, not experience. He was doing what felt right.
And Dean felt just right.
Roman stood up straight and tugged out of his shirt, watching the awe unfurl over Dean's face. The fact that Dean looked at him this way, knowing he was physically desirable to his love, was encouraging.
"Even trade?" Roman offered. Dean smiled. This time Roman hoped and prayed they wouldn't be interrupted by another troubling text message.
Dean flung the shirt to the other side of the room. Roman drank the sight of him in like a parched animal. He pressed into Dean again, one hand behind his head, lowering Dean onto his back. The kisses spread like wildfire from Dean's lips down to his neck. Dean trembled when Roman's mouth met this delicate spot. Roman, knowing from experience how much he liked it here, lingered a while in this area. His tongue and teeth were weapons in a delicious war.
Dean jolted when the pleasure became too much, and he yanked at Roman's hair.
Roman's heart was pummeling beneath his ribcage as his trembling hand glided down Dean's chest and stroked, teased the skin above the waistline of his pants.
"Touch me, Roman," Dean whimpered. "I want you to touch me."
Roman complied.
His hand sank beneath the fabric of Dean's pants, and Dean let out an excited pant when Roman's firm hand grasped his pulsating cock. It was bigger than Roman even imagined, as he rubbed Dean up and down, up and down.
Dean was melting on his bed. He gripped Roman's shoulders tight, groaning, huffing, firing off words that were mixtures of other words: "fuckshitfuckingholyfucking—"
Roman grinned. It made him feel confident, enthusiastic. He skimmed his tongue over Dean's glistening red neck. He felt Dean going limp, submitting to the coupled strikes of pleasure.
Dean lifted into another kiss, desperate for more of Roman. Roman felt uncomfortably rigid in his pants. He drew his lips away from the neck for just a moment so he could free his erection.
"Fucking hell, Roman," Dean groaned. Roman had never seen his eyes surge that wide before. "I mean, God, you look good. What am I compared to you?"
"Perfect?" Roman guessed.
"Hardly."
"I can always find out for myself…" He took the legs of Dean's pants in a hold between his fingers.
Dean nodded, eyes closed, trying to regain his breath. Roman had permission.
Roman slid the pants off Dean.
Dean was huge—interestingly, not quite as big as Roman; even so, a massive man, a hard cock that all but begged for Roman to tend to it more. Roman reclaimed his position on top of Dean. Nothing in the world felt better than their heated, sweating skin pressed against together like this.
Roman noticed Dean grimacing as he continued massaging his cock. "Are you alright?" Roman asked.
"Just hurts a little without lube," Dean grumbled, sounding apologetic.
Oh.
Roman thought of a solution. He snaked down Dean's glowing body. He lapped his tongue gently over Dean's cock.
Dean practically shot out of the bed at the sensation. His fingers clawed the sheets under him, and his breath was sputtering and unstable. It spurred Roman's confidence on. Roman flooded Dean's dick, his tongue swirling over the head, his mouth swallowing around it. He couldn't take all of Dean into his mouth, down his throat, without the risk of choking.
He wasn't too disappointed in the fact.
When Dean was lathered up nice and slick, Roman continued stroking his cock up and down with a much more steady hand. He wasn't trembling. He wasn't nervous. He was overpowered with a sense of dominance. Dean was his. Dean was his light and his world, and nobody would take him away from Roman.
"Roman, I'm getting close," Dean mewled.
So soon? This must have been very exciting for Dean. Roman was damn proud of himself. Before Roman could crawl on top of Dean again, Dean scurried to meet Roman at the edge of the bed. Dean stood on his knees, his cock pointing straight up. Roman was on his knees as well. Dean reached forward and took Roman's own member in a hold. Roman nearly collapsed at the new sensation.
Roman tugged on Dean up and down, and Dean did the same on Roman. They pressed into each other, lips and chest, hands and hearts. Roman's other hand moved behind Dean's head, and he pushed Dean even closer into him. Dean's tongue was a dancer, darting from one side of Roman's mouth to the other. Roman took a handful of Dean's hair in a clench. Dean's other hand massaged Roman's taut chest. Roman was desperate for air, desperate for more of Dean. They were this close and somehow Roman wanted to be even closer.
"Come for me, Dean," Roman husked, voice almost hostile in its demand. Guess I know I'm a top guy. "I want you to come for me. That's it. Just like that. You want to come? Come for me, Ambrose."
Dean let out a soft cry. His body shook, rigorous. That had done it.
Sticky white fluid discharged from Dean's thrumming cock. Roman's hold allowed him to aim the release onto his own body, Dean's juices streaming onto his abs and dripping down towards his shaft. He didn't stop rubbing until Dean's body slowed from jerking to stillness, breath from quickness and sharpness to a wholehearted sign of immense satisfaction.
He fell loose in Roman's arms. Roman chuckled, holding him tight.
"Fuck, that was amazing," Dean groaned, shoving hair from his face. "Holy shit."
Roman kissed his forehead. It tasted salty, of sweat, but Roman didn't care.
"Your turn," Dean said fiendishly. "Not exactly fair if I get to finish off and you don't."
Before Roman could consent, Dean bent far over and took Roman's dick in a hard suck.
Roman gasped. Never had he ever felt anything like this before. His hands went to Dean's back, and his fingers dug into the pulled skin of Dean's back as Dean moved his open lips up and down Roman's cock, up and down, over and over.
As confident and dominant as Roman had felt earlier, suddenly he was submissive and yielding to his Dean. Now Dean was the man in charge. It didn't take long for the pressure to build deep in Roman and unleash. Roman's frame shook as though electrocuted as the orgasm struck him just as quick and vehement as lightning. Dean didn't let up as Roman felt himself coming. Dean took every drop of Roman's juices in his mouth, down his throat. To feel Dean swallow while his lips were still secured around his member…that was a sensation that could not be matched.
Dean sat up, rubbing his lips of excess semen and licking them off his fingers seductively.
Roman collapsed onto the bed, so tired but feeling so good.
The cocky Dean Ambrose nestled up beside Roman, touching his mighty arm.
"I love you," Roman said in a pant. After that he barely had the power to move his arms over Dean and hold him tight. Yet he managed.
"I already know," Dean teased, quoting his favorite song. "I love you, too."