A/N: Some people might need to go and check and see if they read chapter 8 before proceeding to read this chapter. Chapter 8 was uploaded on Sunday night when Fanfiction was being glitchy and not everyone received a notification of an update. With that being said I hope that you enjoy chapter 9.

Chapter 9

" Hey, I got these for you."

Dean was sitting on the couch watching television when Seth had approached him. He took the plastic bag that dangling from his hand and opened it. He took out the two objects and looked at them with a bit of bewilderment. They were two small decorated skulls and Dean didn't know quite what to make of them.

" Those are ceramic skulls that are inspired by the Mayan history of Cancun." Seth explained. He took one of the skulls from Dean's hand. It was painted a dark blue with white rimming the eyes and painted on the teeth. The skull was also covered in decorative swirls and patterns with tribal markings. " They reminded me of you when I saw them."

Dean chuckled. " I remind you of a dead man. I don't know quite how to take that Seth." The skull that Dean held was painted a bright green and was trimmed in pink and yellow. He placed it down on the coffee table admiring it. " It's pretty cool though. Thanks."

Seth placed the one that he was holding on the coffee table as well. It was then that Dean noticed that Seth had something else in his lap as well.

Seth held it up and Dean saw that it was a t-shirt.

" I was going to give this to Roman but I guess that's a bad idea now. So I guess you could have it."

Dean took the shirt from Seth and couldn't help but to laugh when he unfolded it. It read ' I love Cancun'. " Yeah it's a pretty bad idea."

Seth frowned and before Dean could blink Seth's head was once again in his lap. Dean took in Seth's smoothly tanned body and wondered if he tanned in the nude. He smirked to himself. Mr. Rollins didn't appear to be the sort to encourage tan lines given the nature of his job. He was a short dark blue pair of gym shorts and Dean wondered if Seth had given up torturing him by walking around in his underwear.

Seth sighed noisely. Dean rolled his eyes. Obviously Seth wanted attention.

" What is it Seth?"

" I dunno," his head rolled to the right to look at the coffee table.

Dean took up the television remote next to him and turned the television off. " You've got my undivided attention so talk to me."

Seth groaned and ran his fingers through his scalp displacing some of the hair in the ponytail. " I don't know what to do!" The frustration was clear in Seth's deep gravely voice.

" About?"

Seth shot him a look. " Roman and Damien."

" Well what do you want from Roman?"

" I want..." Seth paused for a bit before he continued. " I want to date him of course. I want to be with him." Seth smiled. " Yeah I want to be with Rome."

Dean ignored the small prick of jealousy and continued with his questioning. " So what do you want from Damien?"

Seth sucked on his bottom lip and looked pensive. " I don't know." He said finally.

Dean saw that Seth was actually thinking about it. His hand rested against Seth's abs wondering if Seth would push it off him but he didn't seem to care. He moved his hand slowly up and down Seth's body touching the soft skin.

Seth turned and looked up at Dean. " I don't know what I want from Dae other than for him to take care of me."

Dean's hand slid down the side of Seth's ribs but he didn't seem to care or notice. " Well you do know that you're going to have to choose between them."

Seth sat up and looked at Dean. " Why?"

" Seth, Roman isn't going to put up with playing second fiddle to Damien much longer. Also, Damien is going to figure out eventually that you're seeing someone else."

Seth groaned. " Fuck. Why does everything have to be so complicated?"

" It's only complicated because you've made it that way."

Seth glared at him and then he pouted. " Dae was acting weird in Cancun."

Dean's hand had slipped down to Seth's waist . His fingers whispering over the skin on Seth's back. It was almost torture touching him like this and Seth not paying him any attention. " What do you mean by he was acting weird?"

" Well," Seth leaned against Dean's shoulder. It took all of Dean's self control not to lick and nibble at the appealling curve where Seth's neck and shoulder met. He was thankful that he was wearing a long t-shirt and loose fitting shorts that hid his arousal. " He was like more open about us. He actually held my hand in public. He wasn't as short tempered as he usually is."

" Well that's a good thing right?" Dean pressed his cheek against Seth's hair. Taking in the fresh scent and allowing the soft hair to pamper his cheek. He glanced at their reflection in the television. They looked like lovers embracing each other on the couch. Too bad it was only an image and not reality.

" Fuck, I don't know." Seth fidgeted with his shorts. " He seemed preoccupied the entire time he was there. Like there was something on his mind that he wanted to tell me but he couldn't."

Dean remembered the time that Damien had came over looking for Seth and he wasn't at home. He recalled the fear in his eyes at the thought that Seth might have been with someone else.

" Seth, has Damien ever told you that he loved you?"

Seth looked a bit confused and perplexed at the question. " No. Why would he tell me something like that?"

Dean groaned frustratedly and loud enough for Seth to turn to look at him. It then took all of his self control not to stare at those parted pink lips with that cute gap between his front teeth on display. " What was that for?"

Dean sighed again. " Maybe Damien is in love with you but he just couldn't say it."

Seth shook his head and turned around again. " No I don't think that's it."

" Why not Seth? Y'all have been together for over a year. It's possible."

Seth slid back down to Dean's lap once more. " Damien can't love me."

Dean's fingers lightly stroked the area above the waistband of Seth's shorts. " Why don't you think that it's possible?"

Seth sighed softly and moved Dean's hand off of his body and placed it on the couch. " He can't love me when he doesn't even love himself."

Seth fidgeted on the balls of his feet nervously waiting for Roman to answer the door. Ever since Roman had driven off that morning without even kissing him back or looking happy to see him it had plagued him. Talking to Dean only made it worse in a way. Dean had insisted that Roman wouldn't want to wait around forever for him to break up with Damien. But Seth couldn't understood what had changed over those four short days that he was gone. Roman knew that he was seeing Damien prior to getting involved with him so why was it a problem now?

Seth looked up expectantly as the door opened. Roman didn't open the door all the way and he didn't look that happy to see him.

" Hi. Can I come in?" Seth looked at him hopefully but Roman looked unmoved. " I just really need to talk to you."

Roman stared at him for a few tense moments then he stepped to one side allowing Seth barely enough room to enter.

Seth shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans as he stood in the living room as he watched as Roman closed the door. He was wearing a white tank and grey gym shorts and still looked hotter than most guys that Seth saw on any given day.

" Rome, I must admit that what happened this morning was not what I was expecting when I got back from Cancun."

Roman's grey eyes looked at him coldly and he could see that his jaw was set as if he fighting back a tongue lashing.

Seth sighed and walked a bit closer to him, even though he wasn't entirely certain that it was a good idea. " I guess what I'm saying is that I didn't realize how serious this thing between us was."

" So I'm just a joke to you? You think that I'm just playing around with you, huh? Is that what you think this is?" Roman lashed out at him.

Seth noticed him clenching his fists and took a step back. " No Rome. I don't think that this is a joke. But I honestly thought that you were okay with me going to Cancun with Damien. I mean you said that you were. It isn't fair for you to be angry with me now because of it."

" So you're saying that you honestly believed deep down that I was okay with it? What else was I supposed to say? You're a grown man and I can't control you."

" Yes honestly I took you at your word. I can't read minds Roman." Seth was started to get a little heated as well. Roman was making him feel like the bad guy because he believed in what he had said.

" Seth! You're the first guy that I've ever done, ya know..." Roman gestured from him to Seth. " These sort of things with. This isn't easy after spending most of your life thinking that you're straight and then come to find out that you aren't as straight as you thought. You came along and everything just got fucked up." Roman shook his head and placed his hands on his hips. " I thought that we had something special Seth. Especially since that night on the beach."

Seth picked up on the hurt undertones in Roman's voice. He began to feel guilty about how he had treated him. " I have to be honest Rome. I really didn't look at it like that. I didn't really think about how hard it is for you to accept being with me." Seth groaned and glanced up at the ceiling, throwing back his head. " Fuck. I've really been an asshole about this entire thing haven't I?

Roman's face relaxed after hearing Seth's admittance of wrong doing. " Well yeah."

Seth smirked and stepped forward and loosely circled his arms around Roman's neck. " I'm sorry. I was so caught up in going on the trip that I didn't even stop to consider how you felt in all of this." He pecked Roman's lips. " I really like you Rome."

Roman gave a small smile. " I really like you too Seth."

Seth savoured the warmth of Roman's mouth as their lips met. It was slow and sweet as their tongues mingled and their bodies pressed against each other. Roman was commanding the kiss and Seth was happy to follow his lead. Roman sucked on Seth's lips and the younger man groaned into the kiss. He was probably the best kisser that Seth ever had and that was saying a lot.

Roman's hand slipped under Seth's red t-shirt, pulling him even closer with his large hand spanning the width of Seth's back. Seth sucked the tender skin of Roman's neck down to his collar bone and onto his shoulders. Everything about his man just looked and feel so right and Seth felt as if he could never be satisfied with just kissing him.

Roman grabbed Seth's ponytail yanking him a bit viciously back up into another searing hot kiss. When it was finished, Seth laid his head on Roman's shoulder, savouring being back in his arms.

Roman's fingers caressed his hair. " I really want you Seth."

" I want you too Romie." Seth replied almost automatically.

" But I can't give myself fully to you unless you do the same for me."

Seth's entire body went rigid as he slowly raised his head and looked at Roman. " What are you saying?"

Roman exhaled sharply and kissed Seth's lips. " I want you for myself Seth. I want you to stop seeing Damien."

Seth looked at him in shock. " But Rome, Dae and I ..."

" Seth please. I can't do this knowing that you're going back to him at the end of the day."

" Rome, it isn't that easy." Seth pleaded.

Roman cupped Seth's jaw and tilted the head up to him. " I'll make it easy for you." He took a deep breath. " It's me or Damien. You choose."

" What the hell is wrong with you?" Drew asked as he followed Dean out of the back of the Pacifica at the end of their shift. " You nearly lost it on the lady if Mark hadn't intervened."

" Bitch needs to learn that ' I'm not interested' means that I'm not interested. It wasn't an invitation for her to try harder." Dean growled as the salty night wind smacked him across the face at after one in the morning.

It had been closing time and a semi drunk woman at the bar was trying to hit on Dean even though he had been point blank in turning her down. Drew realized that Dean had been agitated the entire night and tried to distract the woman but she ignored him and still shamelessly flirted with Dean who was about to blow his top when Mark came out from the back. Mark took one look at Dean and quickly read the situation. He somehow got the lady to quickly leave and gave Drew a look telling him to care of Dean. Mark would clean up their station. Drew knew that Dean should thank his lucky stars that he had a boss that was so understanding and wouldn't be annoyed by his behaviour.

Drew grabbed Dean's arm as he was walking towards his car. " I asked you a question. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Dean tried to pull his arm out of Drew's grasp but the Scotsman held firm. " Nothing! Okay? Nothing is wrong." He twisted his arm and managed to retch it free. " Just back off and leave me alone."

" It's Roman and Seth isn't it?"

Dean's eyes opened wide momentarily and then he shook his head. " Just drop it okay. Just fuck off Drew."

Dean turned to leave but Drew grabbed him by his waist and pulled him against his body. His hand delved into Dean's front right jeans' pocket and pulled out his car keys.

" You're not going anywhere in the state that you're in." Drew pocketed the keys in his own jeans. " If I let you leave with that anger in you, you're liable to kill someone and not give a fuck about it."

Dean yelled in annoyance. " Fuck Drew! No one's asking you to play my guardian angel. Just give me my damn keys."

" No." Drew responded simply and took a couple steps back away from Dean. " Stay here and I'll be right back."

" It's not like if I can fucking go anywhere." He yelled at Drew's figure as he went back into the building.

In less than two minutes Drew was back out with a wine bottle tucked underneath his arm. Ambrose leaning up against his Mustang with half a mind to hotwire the damn thing.

Drew opened the back of his Jeep and took out a large thick blanket which he folded underneath his arm and then a thinner blue one which that he placed under the same arm as the large one.

" Come on."

Dean walked over to him reluctantly and Drew handed him the bottle of wine and then closed the back of the Jeep with his free hand. Dean followed Drew as they walked along the dark beach with only the sound of the waves making any noise in the silence. Eventually Drew stopped walking and spread the thick blanket on top of the sand and sat down facing the ocean while Dean still stood up watching him as if he was a delinquent child who had been scolded.

" Sit." Drew nodded at the space next to him. Dean remained standing. " You could as well. I'm not giving you back your keys until you talk to me."

Dean groaned disapprovingly and plopped down next to him. Drew took the bottle of wine out of Dean's hand and twisted off the bottle cap and took a sip of the burgundy liquid. He handed it back to Dean who also took a drink.

" You couldn't have swiped some gin or whiskey?"

" If I didn't want you to drive home angry, do you think that I wanted you to drive home drunk?" Drew teased but Dean didn't smile.

" C'mon," Drew knocked his knee against Dean's. " Tell me what happened."

Dean opened his mouth to protest but Drew quickly cut him off. " Don't tell me that nothing happened because it did."

He took the bottle from Dean and wet his lips. " I know you Dean."

Dean took the bottle from him and had another drink and then placed it between his thighs. He watched as the waves broke across the shore. Coming in and then retreating back to the comfort of the ocean. Where was his comfort?

" This could take all night if you want." Drew spoke with a wry grin.

Dean rested back on his forearms and Drew took the wine bottle and pressed the cap back on it and laid it between them.

" Everything is just so fucked up." Dean finally said.

" How so?"

" I don't even know if I can fucking explain it man." Dean leaned his head back looking up at the star splattered sky.

" Just try."

Dean exhaled through his mouth. " Roman was upset about Seth going to Cancun with Damien, who's his unofficial boyfriend because Damien's married. Plus he's also really freaking rich." Dean explained for Drew's benefit. " So I'm trying to comfort him and all I could think about was how good his lips feel on my neck when he was talking to me."

" Uh huh." Drew looked at him. " Are you sure that he wasn't doing that purposely?"

Dean shook his head. " I'm certain. He was so damn caught up over Seth that I was barely a sounding board and nothing more."

" Okay," Drew said slowly. " We've established that you still have feelings for Roman. So what about Seth?"

Dean took up the bottle from between them and twisted off the cap and took a long drink from the bottle. When he was done, he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. " Seth?" Dean gave a short laugh. " Where to begin?" It was a rhetorical question. Dean sat up sharply and glared at Drew. " It's fucking cold out here."

Drew laughed quietly and unfolded the thinner blanket. He wrapped one end around his shoulder and held out the other end for Dean to use. He came closer to Drew and the blond haired man wrapped the blanket around both of them. It was long enough to cover down to mid-calf.

" Better?"

" Yeah." Dean rested his head against Drew's shoulder keeping his eyes locked on the Pacific. " Seth is just fucking annoying."

" How so?" Drew asked as he placed an arm around Dean's waist and kissed his forehead.

Dean searched for the bottle underneath blanket. Finding it, he brought it up to his lips from underneath the blanket and drank some more. There was just a drain left in the bottle by time he was done. Dean placed it on the sand nearby so that he could stretch out his long legs.

" Ever since he came back from Cancun it's like he's gone from hating my guts to acting as if I'm his best friend or some shit. I mean the guy comes back and literally wakes me up by lying down on top of me and then he has the audacity to fall asleep on top of me."

" The nerve of that scoundrel." Drew laughed.

Dean scowled and then leaned in and lightly nipped Drew's neck. " Shut up."

Drew chuckled.

" Then when he goes to see Roman who of course rejects him because he just got back from fucking another man, he's got his head in my lap talking to me like if I'm some motherfucking shrink."

" Really?" Drew dipped his head slightly to kiss Dean's cheek.

Dean moaned. " Well I may have asked him what's wrong but still!" He turned his head so that he could kiss Drew's lips. The wine had mellowed him out considerably but it wasn't potent enough to even get him tipsy. He sucked on Drew's lips for a bit. Enjoying the sweetness of the wine that was on them. He heard Drew moan appreciatively against his lips and then Dean pulled away. He smirked as Drew pouted at him. He wasn't the only one who could tease.

" So he's lying in my lap and I'm touching his body with my fingers and I know that he could feel it but he acted as if it was nothing to him. I keep on looking at him, thinking about how badly I want him." Dean's light blue eyes locked on to Drew's dark blue ones. " I wanna fuck him so bad Drew." The way how Dean said that last sentence in his deep growly voice just above a whisper, made Drew's cock stir.

" I wanna fuck him," Dean repeated as he eyed Drew's neck before he kissed it. " Yet I'm giving him advice on how to get with Roman. The other guy that I want." Dean's tongue darted out and the tip of it licked Drew's neck before a suckling kiss was placed there. " Damn, you do look good tonight Drew. I must admit it."

A throaty thank you barely made it out of Drew's mouth as he felt Dean's fingers unbuttoning his shirt as his lips moved further down his neck. Dean parted the blanket so that he could look at Drew unhindered. His teeth scraped against Drew's collarbone, taking little nips at the tanned flesh as he pushed Drew's shirt opened and ran his palm over his nipple, rolling it underneath. Drew gasped as Dean sunk his teeth in, almost breaking the skin as he sucked and kissed that patch of skin.

" Leaving your mark on me huh?" Drew softly chided him as his hands moved down to cup Ambrose's ass through his jeans.

Dean lifted his head. Drew could clearly see that his eyes were cloudy with lust and yearning. " I want to do more than leave my mark on you." Dean grabbed the back of Drew's head and pulled him down into a hot, needy kiss. Drew pushed Dean down onto the thick blanket and laid partially on top of him as their tongues swirled over each other. Drew undid the buttons of Dean's shirt and then he pulled the thinner blanket over his head as he kissed and licked all over Dean's chest and body. Lapping his tongue against Dean's nipples and leaving sweet bite marks all over Dean's abs that caused him to thrust his hips up, hitting Drew's chest.

Drew kissed right above the waistband of Dean's jeans. He could see the contour of Dean's erection pressing against the seams of the pants. He lifted the blanket over his head looking up at Dean, asking permission. They had never gone this far before.

" Oh fuck! Get on with it Drew." Dean hissed.

Drew's hair was easing out of the ponytail because of all of the friction, so he pulled off the hair tie and allowed his long, straight blond hair to fall over his shoulders. He undid Dean's belt and jeans and Dean raised his hips so that Drew could push them down to his knees. In the darkness of the night he could see Dean's cock straining against the dark coloured boxer brief. He moved his hand over it feeling the heat eminating from the hot shaft. It felt delicious. Drew pressed his lips to the rod through the material. He couldn't believe that Dean was allowing him to go this far.

His fingers gripped the sides of the underwear and pulled it down. Not looking up at the reveal until the underwear was at Dean's knees along with the jeans. Finally he looked up and saw Dean's cock in the faint starlight. It was thick with decent length and it looked fucking hot laying against Dean's stomach. Drew pressed his tongue against the base and licked straight up to the tip tasting Dean's precum for the first time. He often wondered what Dean tasted like and now he knew. His tongue probed the slit and then he placed kisses back down the shaft and up to the tip again.

" Stop fucking teasing me." Dean growled.

Drew gave a short laugh as he positioned his mouth over the head of Dean's cock. " Always so fucking impatient." He sucked the leaking head into his warm mouth and immediately Dean groaned.

The blond's tongue wrapped itself around Dean's shaft as his mouth hollowed out and sucked him.

" Fuck Drew... that feels so good...fuck... oh god... I need to let you suck my cock more often." That last remark earned a hard suck from Drew and Dean thrusted his hips at Drew's mouth.

Drew released the shaft from his mouth, hearing a displeased moan from its owner. He pulled Dean's underwear and jeans down to his ankles and then pulled them off completely. There were other things that he wanted to do to Dean. He placed his hands on Dean's naked hips as his mouth sucked at the base of the cock. Eventually it trailed down, sucking one Dean's balls into his mouth causing Dean to curse in pleasure and grab some of Drew's hair. But still, Drew wasn't finished. He gently pushed Dean's thighs apart exposing the small pink muscle to him nestled between a pair of luscious looking cheeks. The tip of Drew's tongue ran over it and Dean whimpered. Feeling encourage Drew lapped at Dean's entrance some more and soon his tongue was pushing its way inside tasting everything that Dean had to offer.

Drew withdrew his tongue and leaned over Dean who was lying on the blanket with his eyes closed, softly panting. He opened his eyes and looked at him.

" You look like a freaking angel." He took note of how Drew's hair fanned out in the wind and how perfect his exposed chest looked. He really was a handsome man, who was doing things to him that he wished others did.

" Maybe I am your guardian angel after all." Drew leaned down and kissed him deeply. One of his fingers pushed into Dean's already lubricated entrance. Dean started to moan into his mouth when another finger was added, stretching him. He hadn't intended to go this far with Drew but what he was doing felt so good that he didn't want to stop it. As they kissed he reached down and groped for Drew's belt buckle and undid it and then his pants. They broke the kiss and Drew bit his bottom lip as Dean pushed down his pants and underwear. He found himself being a bit nervous as he was now completely exposed to Dean. Fingers wrapped around his pulsing shaft as Dean brought it to his lips and sucked the head in.

" Mmm, you taste good Drew." Dean's tongue licked over the head and sucked some more of Drew's member into his mouth. " Yeah I think that I want this."

Drew couldn't believe his ears. " Are you sure?"

Dean took the cock out of his mouth. His eyes fixed on Drew. " Fuck me."

Drew kissed him needily and a bit rough. Dean enjoyed it and playfully bit Drew's bottom lip. He pulled off his pants and lined himself up with Dean's entrance and pushed in. Dean moaned immediately as the sizeable length made its way inside of him. It had been years since he had a cock inside of him and he had almost forgotten how good it had felt. Drew pulled Dean up by his forearms, pressing their bodies together as he started to rock his hips back and forth against Dean's.

They continued to kiss as Dean wrapped his legs around Drew's waist keeping the thrusts short and powerful.

" Fuck Drew. You feel so good. Damn." Dean's head fell into the crook of Drew's neck as his ass continued to get pounded by Drew's cock. Drew angled his hips a bit differently and then he started pounding Dean's prostate. Sharp electric flashes went through Dean's body at the contact. He kissed Drew sloppily as he was barely able to control his motor skills from all of the pleasure that he was receiving. He reached down between the two bodies and started to stroke his cock. Drew was making him feel better. Helping him to forget momentarily about all of the fucked up things going on at home.

Dean didn't care that they were doing it out in the open in the middle of the beach. All that was on his mind was how good it was making him feel. His breathing grew shallower as his balls tightened and his dick throbbed in his hand. He cried out into the night as he came between the two bodies. The cum splurting on both of them. Dean's ass muscles clenched Drew's cock tightly and he knew that he wasn't far behind. He pulled out of Dean and pointed his cock at the sand just in time as his eruption burst from his member. He could see the milky white cum shooting out in the dark night as it landed on the sand. Dean turned his face back to him and kissed him and Drew returned it knowing that what just happened didn't change the relationship between the two of them.