Two

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me."

Dean batted his eyelashes as he licked his fingers after dipping his fingers in the side dish of chocolate. The two men had gone out for dinner at a Bistro close by and were ending their meal with churros. "Who? Me?"

Roman grinned; same old cheeky Dean. "Yes, you. Dean, I've known you for years; I know all your tricks."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Every. Single. One."

Dean licked his lips. "I'd love to have you spread out on this table-"

"Sorry, Deano. I think your memory's a little rusty. I always topped."

"Times have changed, Roman. Maybe I'd like to be the one who tops now. I've topped all the guys I've been with since..." Dean then stopped mid sentence, his face a bit flushed.

"Hey," Roman soothed him. "It's okay. We both had moved on from the relationship at that point."

"Still feels wrong now that we're back together."

"It's not. I promise." Roman then teased him, "So you don't want this thick thing inside you?"

Dean gulped. "No… I mean yes. Fuck yes."

"You know when you returned to your counter earlier today, I noticed your butt-"

"Roman," Dean said warningly.

"I'm sorry. I meant your Ambooty."

"Roman!"

"And I wonder Dean, do you still like being spanked?"

Dean scratched his chin. "Nope. I mean no one's spanked me since well… I took the lead with all my one night stands so…"

The Samoan man went in for the kill. "Want to get out of here?"

"What? Why?"

"So I can spank you, of course."

Dean downed the remainder of his water before standing up quickly and signalled the waiter. "Let's go."

It was as if they had never parted. When their lips smashed against one another in the backseat of his BMW, Roman knew that he didn't want to let go of Dean Ambrose again. They already made that mistake once; they couldn't afford to do it again.

"Dean," he moaned as he trailed hot kisses on his lover's neck. "Oh Dean. Fuck, I missed you."

"Me too, babe," Dean replied before pulling him down for a fiery liplock. "I never want to be apart again."

Roman pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside before helping Dean with his. His eyes roamed freely at the sight beneath him; Dean's chest was hairy and his arms were toned and his waist… Roman forgot how much he loved that narrow waist too.

"Eager, are we?" Dean teased him as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans leaving Dean now fully naked.

"Don't deny it, baby boy," Roman countered huskily. "You want it just as bad."

"Oh I do."

When Roman kissed him again, it was enough to make Dean moaned into it before he kissed his chin and tackled his nipples.

"Fuck!" Dean gasped. "Jeez, I forgot how good you are with your tongue."

"Mmmm…"

Roman massaged his butt, kneading it at a painstakingly slow pace earning a contented sigh from Dean.

SMACK!

"Roman!"

Roman grinned at Dean's flushed face. "Yes?"

"That was hard… Do it again!"

SMACK!

Dean shut his eyes and ordered him to do it again so Roman did it even harder. The auburn haired man pulled him down for a wild open mouthed kiss as he stroked Dean's inner thighs, leaving his aroused member alone on purpose.

But that didn't deter Dean who arched up and tried to rub against Roman's jeans to get friction. Roman gently pushed him down. "Not yet."

"But-"

He silenced Dean with a hard kiss. "Hold on."

"I can't wait any longer, Roman!"

"Such impatience."

Roman quickly removed the bottom half of his clothes, his own length hardened. He claimed Dean's lips again, completely assaulting his mouth, tongue against tongue in a battle. "Roman," Dean whispered breathlessly as he bit his nipples and belly button region.

Precum was leaking from Dean's member so he gently enclosed his lips over the mushroom head tip. Dean ran his fingers through his hair, words tumbling from his lips but Roman wasn't paying attention so engrossed he was in pleasing his lover.

When Dean told him he was about to come, he released the member and reached for a condom packet in his wallet. Rolling it on, his eyes flew back to Dean's. "Are you sure you want this?"

"Never been so sure of anything in my whole life before."

"Me too."

It had been so long but their bodies still fit together so well. As Roman finally got in all the way, he stopped to appreciate the situation he was in. Dean was smiling at him too before pulling him down for a long kiss.

Roman slowly thrusted in and out, watching Dean shut his eyes. Still knew how to hit his spot too, knew what made him ache. He smacked him in between too for good fun. How foolish they were to part ways but Roman supposed it could have been for the better despite it all.

Both came together, matured, after experiencing other aspects of life including being with other people. Well, Roman did in that regard.

When Dean came, he shouted Roman's name which pleased him to no end. Roman thrusted a few times in before his own orgasm washed over him. He collapsed on top of Dean, panting hard. "Fuck, Roman," Dean said, panting. "I want a second round."

"We could but we need a room though. This car was definitely not built for sex."

"Great. Your place or mine?"


The sun's rays woke Dean up earlier than usual and he found Roman's arm around his waist protectively. This he could definitely use more of. He admired his… boyfriend? Lover? Dean never got around to asking him that question.

He gently disentangled himself and swung his legs out of the bed, rubbing his eyes.

"Baby boy."

Dean found Roman staring at him with sleepy eyes. "Hey."

"Good morning," his first love greeted him, sleep present in his voice which was lower than usual.

"Good morning."

"You look beautiful when your lips are slightly open during sex."

"Seriously, babe?" Dean rolled his eyes. "I bet you say that to everyone."

"Nope," Roman mimicked him.

Dean stood up and went into the bathroom to take a piss. After washing his hands, he noticed lovebites all over his neck and groaned. "How am I supposed to explain all these hickeys?"

Roman wrapped his arms around his waist. "You can say you had the best night of your life. No one will answer you further. Besides, I left some on your chest and inner thighs as a reminder."

"Of what, Roman? That we were in the throes of passion?"

"No," Roman chuckled. "Though that is a good one. That you belong to me, Dean Jonathan Ambrose."

"So what are we? Are we boyfriends?"

"Of course. Unless you don't want to be."

"No. I'm happy to be your boyfriend."

They showered together with Roman stealing kisses in between, lathering both their bodies with the hotel's citrus shower gel. Halfway through, he ended up giving Dean a blowjob on the shower floor.

"Babe," Dean grunted as Roman peppered kisses on his chest. "I've got work." Well, nothing his guys couldn't handle but still...

"One more," Roman promised seductively. "One more and I'll leave you alone."

"Oh no, you don't."

They ended up having sex twice. Dean fell asleep again, exhausted but satisfied, curled up beside Roman.

When he woke up, it was close to one so he quickly cleaned himself up and wrote a note for Roman before leaving the room. He was not surprised to find the place being operated smoothly when he arrived.

"We've got everything under control, boss," Matt assured him. "Take it easy and just relax."

That was the thing; Dean never felt right when he wasn't busy. He was a workhorse and always wanted to be doing something. Even that vacation in Vegas, he found himself going to cafés and doing competitor's surveys on them in between fucking all those men he had met.

"Hmmm I'm going to do inventory-" Dean announced.

"Cesaro took care of that," Matt informed him.

"Fine. I'll check on the chiller stock rotation-"

"First thing I did when I came in. Relax, boss. You're in good hands."

Dean huffed and pushed Matt aside lightly as he stepped behind the counter. "I'm still working."

"Hey! You're the boss."

"Damn right I am."


Roman wondered what happened to Dean when he finally stirred awake but remembered that his boyfriend had to go back to the café to work.

His boyfriend.

Dean was his boyfriend again.

He still couldn't believe it but damn if he wasn't happy about it. Roman was relieved that Dean hadn't changed so much. Still loved gently bitten. Still loved getting spanked. Still loved filthy words being whispered into his ears.

Roman yawned as he stretched. He supposed he ought to get that chapter done but he was contented to just stay in bed and daydream about Dean and him. He ordered room service while he switched on his laptop.

Time to get started for the day or what was left of it.

His phone rang and he frowned at the caller's name. "Hey, Paul."

"Roman!" his agent cooed over the phone. "How are you? How's the book coming along?"

"Paul, are you kidding me? It's only been a week."

"Well, have you written anything yet?"

"No. There's a lot going on, Paul. You know that."

"I know. It's just that the publishing company has been asking me for updates-"

"Well, tell them to wait or I'm just going to toss the sequel out the window and go to another company with a new manuscript."

"Okay, okay, okay," Paul assured him. "I'll talk to them. All things aside, how are you, kid? Really?"

"I'm good. It was painful donating away my mum's stuff but it was what she requested. Matt had the nerve to whatsapp me to meet him but I blocked his number so there's that."

"Yeah. He got his manager to call me too but I told him to not bug either of us again or I'll make sure to file a harassment report."

Roman always appreciated how Paul had looked out for him. "Yeah, he's an action away from that."

"Well, I gotta go. Listen, Roman. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"I will."

When Roman hung up, he sat down in front of his laptop and opened his word document. His mind was still blank.

Nothing was inspiring him; nothing was on his mind now except… Dean.

Dean.

Of course.

Roman stared at the screen before putting his fingers on the keyboard, starting to type away at a rapid speed.

A/N I hoped you liked this chapter. Please leave some comments; they mean so much to me and brighten my day :-)