Chapter 22
" That was fucking hard."
" What was?" Drew kept his arm around Dean's waist who was leaning against him. They were watching CSI on television.
" Leaving him while he was crying." Dean admitted quitely. " I felt like such a fucking ass."
" Is that why we're up at three a.m. watching reruns of Caruso putting on his sunglasses slowly? You can't sleep because you hurt Seth's feelings?"
Dean pulled out of Drew's embrace. " You don't have to be a fucking dick about it."
" Dean," Drew said patiently. " Come back here." He eased Dean back from the edge of the couch back into his arms without much difficulty. " I know it's hard because you love him and you hate the fact that he's hurting because of you."
Dean scowled and rolled his head along Drew's shoulder. " Being in love sucks."
" Tell me about it." Drew replied dryly.
Dean laughed and poked Drew in the ribs. " Next time, try not to fall in love with a self absorbed douchebag."
" I couldn't help it." Drew kissed Dean's temple. " He was cute and could mix a mean martini."
They shared a laugh and then mutual silence.
" You know Seth may have a point."
" About what?" Dean took up the remote and turned off the television and then placed it back on the black wood coffee table.
" Keeping both of you."
Dean looked at him as if he had lost his mind. " What?"
" Well think about it. Even if you did get with Seth you would still end up in Roman's bed."
" I -" Dean was cut off when Drew placed a finger on his lips.
" Dean I know you too well. You would hop on that Samoan dick if you two are left alone longer than five minutes."
" You make me sound so easy." Dean huffed.
" That's because you are." Drew teased. " Anyway, think about it. If you and Roman come clean to Seth then maybe all of you can work something out."
" Drew you're crazy." Dean stood up and grabbed Drew's hand pulling him off the couch. " Come on, the lack of sleep is making delirious."
Dean came down the stairs of his apartment building adjusting the sleeves on his dark green plaid shirt. He was heading to his car when Roman stopped him.
He was standing in his patio with his hands in his front jeans pockets looking sexy as fuck. He was wearing a long sleeved grey shirt with a silver chain around his neck. His hair hung in long, silky black curls past his shoulders with the edges freshly shaved. Drew was right. He was only fooling himself if he thought he could give up Roman that easily.
Roman came right up to him. So close that their chests nearly bumped together. Their eyes locked. Dean pulled his bottom lip into his mouth with the edge of his teeth. Roman's eyes were locked onto every movement. When the lip popped back out wet with Dean's saliva, a soft ' fuck' escaped from Roman.
He angled his head as if he was going to kiss Dean when Ambrose took a small step back.
" You don't want your boyfriend to catch you kissing another guy."
Roman groaned frustratedly. " I'm sure he's still in his room right now trying on all of the shirts that we bought yesterday."
Before Dean could come up with a response Reigns was kissing him. His lips felt cool and fresh. He could taste the mouth wash that he used on the tip of his tongue that was trying to probe into his mouth. His arms went around Roman's neck as that tongue probed deeper into his mouth. He couldn't deny that Reigns was a good kisser. He also couldn't deny that he liked how close Roman held him allowing him to relinquish control of his body to him. He moaned softly as Roman sucked on his top lip before the larger man pulled away.
Roman stop a short step back keeping one hand on Dean's waist. He could feel the electricity in the air between them. Maybe what Drew said was true. Even if he had Seth he would still want Roman as well.
" Do you not care about him?"
Roman raised his eyebrow. " How do you mean?"
" Seth could've looked out of the living room window and see us just now." Dean stepped back out of Roman's reach and leaned against his car. " Don't you care about what that would've done to him?"
" Since when do you care about his feelings?" Roman placed his hands on his hips looking at Dean puzzled. " I know you guys had another fight or something recently because he's sulking again." His grey eyes steeled at Dean. " He never tells me what the fuck y'all are fighting about. But all I know is that I'm always left drying his tears." Roman looked frustrated and shook his head sending some hair to fall over his face. He pushed it back and sighed loudly. " So don't you fucking lecture me on hurting Seth's feelings when you do it all of the time."
Dean gritted his teeth and said nothing. They were supposed to be having dinner in less than an hour's time and now he had gone and upset Roman and Seth had been keeping his distance from him since the last time they had slept together. Fan-fucking-tastic. He could feel that this dinner was going to be a disaster but it was too late to cancel now.
" Look I'm going to go and pick up Drew." Dean finally said getting into the Mustang. " I'll see you at the restaurant."
Roman stared at him for a while unflinching and then finally threw his head back. " Fine. I'll see you then."
As Dean pulled out of the parking area, he looked into the rearview mirror to see Roman heading up the stairs to his apartment. This whole fucking thing was a mess.
" You look good." Dean eyed Drew appreciatively as he got into the car. He was wearing a crisp white button down shirt and white jeans with matching sneakers. His long blonde hair loosely held back in a ponytail allowing some strands to escape and frame his face. In Dean's mind he looked positively angelic.
" Thank you." Drew looked over Dean. " You look damn good yourself."
Dean leaned across the seat and kissed him softly on the lips. " You're too good to me, you know that?"
Drew rolled his eyes and looked out through the windshield. " Yeah sure." He poked Dean playfully in his abs. " Aren't we going to dinner?"
Dean eased back to his seat, his eyes focusing on Drew for a few more lingering seconds. He exhaled softly and started the car.
" I must warn you," Dean said as they walked up the steps to the seafood restaurant. " I kinda pissed off Roman before I left home and Seth is still not speaking to me."
" Oh geez Dean, what did you do this time?" Drew asked as the hostess located the table that Roman and Seth were already seated at.
Dean shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. " I may or may not have implied that Roman doesn't care about Seth's feelings."
Drew laughed and shook his head as they followed the hostess through the Zen inspired restaurant. He noticed Dean taking his hand in his as they approached the table but he said nothing.
Roman couldn't help but to notice Seth's entire body tensing as Dean and Drew came towards them. It was true that he wanted to have this dinner in hopes to clear the air between Seth and Dean but he had other motives as well. He wanted to see for his own eyes how they interacted with each other. He kept on having a restless feeling about what was going on between them and he needed to lay that fear to rest.
Dean and Drew greeted them as they took their seats. Drew nodded politely to Seth who at that time decided to avert his gaze and look outside at the nearby boardwalk with sudden interest. He tried not to let Seth's rudeness get to him and smiled warmly at Roman who returned it.
Dean sat across from Seth, leaving Drew to sit in front of Roman who decided to take the lead and start the conversation at the table. It started off well enough with Roman asking Drew general questions about his modelling career. Drew responded enthusiastically soon they were having a deep conversation while their waitress got their drinks. Dean was half listening to the conversation because he was more interested in whatever had Seth's attention on the boardwalk. Looking out into the dark night he only saw the typical scene of families and couples walking along the boardwalk. Nothing exciting out there.
He looked Seth over as he sat pouting staring outside, knowing that Seth knew full well that his eyes were on him. Seth was wearing an expensive looking lightweight navy silk shirt and Dean was certain a pair of black leather pants was on underneath the table. He tapped his shoe against Seth's under the table and immediately his head snapped around fixing his angry brown eyes on him.
Dean mouthed ' I'm sorry' at Seth, his face conveying the sentiment behind the words. Seth's own face relaxed a bit and he just watched Dean. He could see Dean's eyes darting to his lips and Seth turned his face away to hide the blush that was creeping up his face from Roman. He wanted Dean to lean across the table and kiss him but he knew that scenario could only be a fantasy.
Even though Roman was in conversation with Drew he noticed out of the corner of his eyes the stare off between Dean and Seth. The tension seemed to have died between them so why were they eyeing each other like that?
Roman tried to bring his attention around to refocus on Drew. The Scotsman was certainly easy on the eyes and was quite charming in his own right. Although in the back of his mind it kept playing over that he was the one who was fucking Dean as good he did.
" Sir? Is everything okay?"
The sound of the waitress' voice snapped Roman out of his daydream and he realized that Drew was looking at him curiously and that for some unexplainable reason he had the napkin balled up in his fists.
" Yes, I'm fine." Roman replied placing the napkin on his lap. The waitress placed their drinks on the table. After which she took their order for dinner. He felt Seth giving his hand a reassuring squeeze underneath the table and he returned it. He looked over at him and smiled. Seth shot him a cheeky grin and Roman instantly felt better. Being around Seth always seemed to have this calming effect on him and he instantly scolded himself for getting upset about the Dean and Drew situation. He reminded himself that it wasn't his business who Dean slept with when he had a perfectly gorgeous boyfriend next to him who was no slouch in the bedroom department.
Dean took a sip of his margarita and immediately started to gag. " Yuck! This is disgusting. Did they mix this with their foot?"
Drew looked over at him. " Is it really that disgusting?"
Dean handed him the glass. " Here. You try it. Where the fuck did that bartender learn how to mix drinks?"
Drew took a sip and immediately a look of disdain came over his face. " You're right. This is bloody awful."
Seth looked at them with his mouth agape. He couldn't believe that Dean just shared his glass with Drew. Now they were both wiping the rim of the glass with their index fingers bringing the salt to their own mouths. How could Dean just apologize to him and then do lovers shit infront of him with Drew?
He listened to them prattle on about the best way to mix a margarita but Seth was even more annoyed because he couldn't join in the conversation even if he wanted to. He knew nothing about mixing drinks. He looked over at Roman who was sipping his glass of white wine.
" Hey baby." Seth casually placed one hand on the back of Roman's neck and pushed his face towards his own. He pecked the surprised Roman softly on his lips and smiled at him sweetly. " You taste good." Seth ran his tongue along his bottom lip to further emphasize his point.
" Are you okay?" Roman glanced at Seth's glass. He was only drinking a soda so he couldn't have been tipsy. Seth was never really one for public displays of affection like that. He couldn't help to wonder if it had to do with the fact that they had company.
" I'm fine Romie." He looked at Roman all doe eyed and innocent. " I just wanted to kiss you, that's all."
Dean tried to swallow around the rising lump in his throat. He felt Drew squeezing his thigh supportively. What the fuck was Seth trying to play at? He could never understand what went through that mind of his.
When their seafood platters arrived everyone tucked in. The food was prepared a lot better than the drinks. The conversation at the table was light but Dean was noticeably quiet. A couple of times Drew or Roman tried to engage him in conversation but Dean only mumbled a few words and stuck to his plate. Seth was busy trying to steal food off of Roman's plate and at other times trying to feed him sushi. Dean could tell that Seth was playing up the antics for his benefit and quite frankly he was sick of it.
As soon as his plate was cleared away he pushed his chair back, scraping the legs against the floor. " I need some fresh air." He mumbled as he walked away from the table and out of the restaurant.
" What's wrong with him?" Roman asked looking at Drew.
Drew had a pretty good guess what the problem was but of course he couldn't tell Roman. " I don't know. I will go and check on him." He quickly followed Dean out of the restaurant.
He didn't have to search too hard. He spotted Dean leaning up against the Mustang in the dimmly lit parking lot.
" Hey, are you okay?"
One of Dean's legs was crossed in front of the other and that foot was shaking while Dean shook his head. " Why did it have to be him? Why is he such an asshole? What did I do?"
Drew jumped at the sudden noise of Dean banging his fists again the side of the car.
" Why the fuck is he doing this to me?" The frustration was apparent in Dean's voice. He couldn't believe it when he saw a single tear slide down Dean's cheek.
" Hey, hey, hey." Drew took Dean's hands prying open his fists. He placed them around his waist and embraced him. His fingers pushing through the auburn hair trying to comfort him.
" Why did I have to love him?" Dean's voice was muffled as his lips were pressed against Drew's shoulder.
" Don't blame yourself Dean. You couldn't help it." Drew pecked his temple. He hated to see Dean like this.
" He doesn't even fucking care about my feelings. How could I have been so stupid?" His fingers dugged into Drew's back. He could feel the edge of Dean's sharp nails through the material of his shirt.
Drew responded by stroking the side of Dean's face. " You aren't stupid Dean."
Dean was quiet for a while. He remained in Drew's embrace while many thoughts ran through his head. He pulled back a bit to look at Drew. " I should've loved you instead."
That statement left Drew flabbergasted. " What?" It was the only word to stumble out of his mouth.
" You're so fucking good to me even when I don't deserve it." Dean laced his fingers through the base of the blonde ponytail. " I don't even understand why you love me. But I'm glad that you do."
Dean closed the small gap between and kissed Drew needily. He needed to feel Drew's love for him. It was the only thing that could heal the hurt that he was feeling right now. Drew seemed to have understood what he wanted and kissed him back with the same passion. Both of them forgetting where they were as they kissed deeply in the car park.
Roman and Seth had decided to forego dessert. This was more at Roman's insistance because he was worried about Dean and Drew. As they walked into the carpark, it wasn't hard to spot the couple who was making out against Dean's mustang. Drew's all white ensemble clearly gave him away and Roman knew that it was Dean who he was kissing.
He remembered Dean's words. Drew could fuck him just as well as he did. He had tried to dismiss it. But seeing them so intense and passionate right in front of his very own eyes he could no longer deny it. When he and Dean kissed, did it ever look like that? Did Dean ever attack his lips with so much fevour and hunger? Did he ever hold Dean as if it was a matter of life and death as Drew held him.
He looked at Seth who strangely looked as if he was on the brink of tears. Infact one just slid down his cheek. Seth didn't even bother to wipe it away. It became clear to him that Seth was harbouring some sort of feelings for Dean. Why else would he be reacting this way?
Seth glanced up at him and started to walk away. " Let's go home Romie."
He took one last look at the kissing couple and saw Dean pull Drew even tighter against his body. He turned and followed Seth to his car.
A/N: I remember that a while ago a reviewer had asked about a dinner scene between the four of them and I was thinking ' why is that person in my head? How did they know that one was coming?' lol. Let me know what you guys think.