Chapter 25

Dean was embarrassed as he left Mark's office. Mark had sent him home. He had taken one look at Dean when he came in that evening and said that he couldn't put that face to work his bar. Dean had insisted that it wasn't that bad but Mark told him to take a good look in the bathroom mirror before he left.

The wooden door of the men's bathroom collided with a bang against the light blue tiles as Dean entered. He stopped infront of the middle sink with the bright florescent lights above the mirror. He took in the noticeable knot on the side of his head that his hair couldn't cover. His bottom lip looked as if it had swollen to twice the size it had been since he had left home. Mark was right. He couldn't work the bar looking as if he been involved in a back alley brawl.

" Fuck!" He slammed his fist down on the marble tiled countertop, hurting himself more than he did the counter.

Everything was just falling apart. Neither he nor Roman had heard from Seth and all of their calls were going straight to voicemail. He really hoped that Seth hadn't gone and done something stupid.

As he busted out of the bathroom he ran smack into Drew.

" Oh there you are. I just got in and Mark had asked me to check on you." He placed his hands on Dean's shoulders and took a step back. He noticed that Dean kept his eyes fixed on the ground.

" Dean, look at me." Drew commanded. His Scottish accent coming out more pronounced.

" Drew I don't have time for this." Dean mumbled not looking up.

" Well since you're not working tonight, I think you have plenty of time."

Dean refused to look at him, so instead of making a scene in the corridor, Drew dragged him into the familiar store room. He flicked on the light and it flooded the entire room.

Dean leaned up against the table and Drew tilted his head up himself.

" Bloody hell! What happened Dean? Who did you get in a fight with?"

Dean's cold blue eyes met his and he simply shrugged his shoulders. " Don't worry about it. I had it coming."

" Had it coming? What the ..." Realization spread across Drew's face. " I guess they found out."

" Yeah." Dean nodded.

" Tell me what happened."

So Dean told him what had transpired that morning. Drew remained perfectly quiet as he listened to him and when Dean had finished he finally spoke.

" They fucking hit you for their own mistakes?" Drew started pacing around the room.

" Well I kinda fucked up by sleeping with both of them."

" So? It's not like you held a gun to their heads. There's obviously something missing in their relationship that both of them came to you." Drew stopped pacing and stood in front of Dean. " And don't you dare take the blame for this. People always attack the outsider instead of the person they're in the relationship with. It's fucking messed up."

" I'm not an outsider." Dean responded defiantly.

" Oh really? Because the last time I checked the only person that has been running around admitting their feelings has been you."

Drew's cold truth felt like a slap in the face.

" That's not true," Dean finally stammered. " Roman said..."

" That he liked you a lot?" Drew cut him off. " Well he sure has a funny way of showing it."

He saw Dean wince and a sadness threatening to take over his features. " Dean," he said softly. " I don't mean to be so harsh on you but you need to see that they aren't treating you right."

He embraced him and Dean rested his forehead on his shoulder. " I don't know what to do Drew."

Drew stroked Dean's hair in response. " I know that it's hard Dean." He pushed Dean's hair off his forehead and kissed it. " But love doesn't hurt like this." Dean had gone deathly quiet and Drew couldn't help but to wonder what was going through his mind. " You know that I love you Dean but if you had ever put your hands on me that would've been the last time that you would see me."

Dean didn't respond but tightened his grip around Drew's shoulders. Drew held him for a few minutes more but he had to go and get ready to start his shift.

" Look," Drew fished into his front jeans pocket and brought out his house keys. " Take these."

Dean looked at the offerring in Drew's palms but he didn't take them.

" Dean go on. Take them. Just go back to my place and make yourself comfortable. I'll be home to take care of you as soon as my shift is over."

Dean's fingers curled over the keys as he took them from Drew. " I don't need taking care of."

" You couldn't be anymore wrong." Drew kissed his cheek and stroked it with his thumb.

Dean wanted to tell Drew that he was doing too much for him but fuck it, he wanted to be pampered and taken care of for once. He grazed his injured lip over Drew's. " Thank you."

Drew smiled at him. " I have a pot roast in the fridge and some beer. Oh and some cake and snacks about so help yourself."

Dean managed to laugh. " I thought you were a model. What's with all the junk?"

" It's how I maintain my fabulous figure." Drew joked. He pushed Dean to the door and turned off the light. " Now go."

Dean was quite comfortable at Drew's house. The pot roast was delicious and he had the brand of beer that he liked. Now he was sitting in front of the television watching one of his favourite car shows while eating a huge slice of red velvet cake that had been smothered in frosting. However his mind kept on slipping back to Seth and Roman. He was really worried about Seth and hoped that he was alright. It did sting when he dismissed Dean's profession of love but that was all that he had left. Was his love not good enough for Seth? He didn't even want to think about it as he scraped a huge scoop of frosting off the back of the cake with his finger and popped it in his mouth. He hoped that deep down inside that Seth loved him back but he was just too angry then to say it.

When Drew arrived home, he found Dean fast asleep in his bed with the blanket pulled up to his neck. Drew looked at him as he undressed in the dim light. Even then he could see the restlessness on his face and he knew that Dean was far from at peace.

He climbed into bed and pulled back the blanket to wrap his arm around Dean's waist. Dean rolled over in his sleep and pressed his head against Drew's chest, a small smile appearing on his face. Drew studied him for a few minutes and then pulled the blanket over the both of them before he settled in for the night.

When Dean awoke the following morning he found himself entangled with Drew. He didn't even hear when Drew came in last night. He carefully untangled himself and headed to the bathroom. When he came back, Drew was sitting up in the bed with the blanket across his lap. The sunlight that streamed through the window highlighted his golden blonde hair giving it a halo like appearance across his shoulders.

Dean crawled across the bed on all fours pausing briefly when he reached Drew. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Drew's.

" I'm convinced that you're my fucking guardian angel or some shit like that." Dean said when he ended the kiss.

Drew didn't try to hide the blush that was creeping up his cheeks. " Well somebody has to talk some sense into you."

Dean just grinned and kissed Drew again allowing the blonde to pull him into his lap. Everything with Drew was always so simple and easy and Dean regretted that it wasn't the sort of love that he craved. He never felt more alive than when he was fighting for something and that's what Roman and Seth gave him. But right now the peace he had with Drew as they softly kissed each other and their tongues barely touching was welcomed.

" This isn't hurting your lip, love?"

Dean shook his head. " Nah, it's fine."

" Good. It looks better than it did yesterday."

Dean pushed his hand into the hair at the nape of Drew's neck, holding his head steady as he kissed him hard and assualted his mouth with his tongue, rendering Drew a bit breathless.

Dean broke the kissed and smiled mischievously at him. " I'm hungry." He eased off the bed. " I want some breakfast."

Drew smiled to himself as Dean walked out the room in nothing more than his grey boxer briefs. Dean Ambrose was such an interesting man. He ambled out of the bed and followed him into the kitchen.

The morning passed pretty uneventful. Dean and Drew played around in the kitchen mixing up new drinks and using each other as test tasters. Drew declared his kitchen a warzone after midday. Dean was helping him clean up and his cell phone buzzed on the counter. He picked up the phone to read the new message. His heart sped up when he saw that it was from Roman.

Hi. Why didn't u come home last night? I was waiting for u. I think I've found Seth. I want u to come.

Dean didn't notice the worried expression on Drew's face as he typed out his reply. " I have to go." He said quickly.

" What's going on?" Drew came over to him but Dean eased away into the living room.

" Um, that was Roman." Dean pushed his arms through his jacket and picked up his car keys from the coffee table. " He thinks that he has found Seth."

" So what does that have to do with you?" Drew leaned against the counter his arms folded across his chest.

Dean just stared at him and swallowed uncomfortably. " He wants me to go with him."

" Dean are you being serious right now?" Drew was trying to keep the anger out of his voice but it was difficult. " Are you really going to put yourself back into that situation?"

" But it's Seth. I have to see if he's okay." Dean said as he walked to the front door.

" Oh I see, like how he's checking on you after his boyfriend rearranged your face." Drew was clearly angry now at how boneheaded Dean was being.

" That wasn't fair Drew." Dean opened the door and stepped outside.

" Dean, what they are doing to you isn't fair. Why can't you see that?"

Dean rolled his shoulders back and steadied himself. " You know what Drew? Just stay out of it. Let me handle my own business alright?" He didn't wait for a response as he walked down the garden path while every step he took was breaking Drew's heart.

Dean met Roman in front of their apartment building. Roman was in his work attire wearing khaki coloured pants and a long sleeved red shirt with a cream coloured tie and brown shoes. He looked sharp and quite handsome in his clothes but Dean could sense some tension as he approached.

" Where were you?" Roman asked as soon as Dean was an arm's length away.

" I think you know the answer to that." Dean didn't really want to get into it right now with him.

Roman groaned exasperatedly. " Damn it Dean. I told you that you could come to me if you were having a problem."

" Well you see the problem this time was you."

" Excuse me?"

" You see these?" Dean pointed to his lip and to his temple. " I couldn't work last night because of them. You caused them remember?"

Roman felt the shame running through him and hung his head. " I'm sorry." He said after a few tense seconds. " I should've controlled my anger better."

Dean eyed him warily and said nothing.

" Dean." Roman spoke softly and gently cupped Dean's face between his large palms. He pressed his chest against his. He locked his eyes with Dean's baby blues. " I'm sorry. I was wrong to hit you. I promise never to do it again."

Dean huffed even though he could feel his heart rate increasing from being so close to the gorgeous man. " That's what they all say."

Roman gripped Dean's face even tighter before he claimed the bruised lips. Sucking the bottom lip hard enough to make Dean grimace and start to pull away but Roman held on to it not allowing Dean to escape. Only when Dean stopped trying to get away did he ease up and swipe his tongue across it. " Don't you ever doubt my words again Ambrose." He took a step back. " Now get into the car."

Dean was humbled and got into the passenger side of the Mercedes. He waited until they got on to the highway before he spoke again. " How did you find out where Seth was?"

" I got a call from my credit card company. Apparently somebody spent over ten thousand dollars at various designer boutiques along Rodeo Drive and booked a suite at the Beveley Hills Hilton." He glanced over at Dean. " Since I've never used the card before, they were calling to see if it was me."

" You gave Seth your credit card?" Dean asked increduously.

" Well one of them. My black card."

Dean laughed. " What the hell possessed you to do that? You know how he loves to shop."

" Well I told him that it was for emergencies." Roman responded as he drove deeper into Los Angeles.

" Well in Seth's world, shopping is an emergency."

" I know, but still." Roman shook his head in disbelief. " Ten thousand dollars? What the fuck is he buying?"

" Probably a whole new wardrobe. You know how he hates wearing anything dated."

When they arrived at the Hilton hotel. It took Roman all of a minute to charm the receptionist into giving him Seth's room number. Dean watched as the girl blushed as Roman complimented her earrings. Some guys have it so easy he mused.

As they stood in the elevator as it moved quickly up to Seth's fifth floor room Dean noticed that Roman looked nervous.

" Hey, it's going to be okay."

" I hope so. I just don't know what to say to him. I mean we all fucked up."

The elevator dinged and the door opened and they both stepped into the corridor.

" That's exactly what you tell him," Dean responded as they walked. " We all fucked up, because it's true."

Roman stopped outside Room 517, taking a deep breath before he knocked. A few tense seconds past until they heard the sound of the door being unlocked. When the door opened Seth looked most surprised to see them there.

" How did you find me?"

" You used my credit card." Roman pushed opened the door and walked in and Dean followed.

" I didn't say that you could come in." Seth complained closing the door.

Roman looked around room taking in at least ten different bags with designer names such as Cavalli, Gucci, Fendi, Valentino, Lanvin and many more scattered around the room. A whole set of new looking skincare products were scattered across the bed.

" Seth, you need to come home." Roman said looking at the defiant man infront of him.

" I still need time to think." Seth said flippantly and sat on the bed playing with the bottles of serums and skin lotions.

" Well you certainly had plenty of time to go shopping." Roman responded.

" Shopping makes me think better." Seth replied matter-of-factly. " Plus it eases my pain."

" Your pain?" Roman ran his hand through his hair. Looking around he saw Dean was going through the bags of clothing that Seth had bought. He pulled out an expensive looking black shirt and held it up against his body and looked into the mirror.

" Seth," he sat at the foot of the bed and faced Seth. " We all messed up. Including you."

" I know Romie." He said softly. " But I didn't think that you would." He looked at Roman sadly. " I thought you were better than that."

" We're all human Seth. Even me." Roman rested his hand on Seth's skinny jean covered calf. " I'm sorry that I cheated on you. I do love you."

Seth could see the sincerity in his boyfriend's eyes. " I'm sorry too Romie." He moved the products out of the way and scooted down to kiss Roman when he caught something out of the corner of his eye.

" Dean! Don't try that on. You're going to stretch it out and ruin it."

Dean paused momentarily as he was about to push his arm down the sleeve of the black shirt. " Well if I ruin it then I'm going to keep it." He grinned and pushed his arm down the shirt buttoning it up over the one he was wearing.

Seth smacked Roman on the shoulder. " Romie, make Dean stop. He's ruining my clothes."

Roman chuckled. " It's just one shirt Seth. I'm sure you have several more." Roman eyed Dean appreciatively as he checked himself out in the mirror. " Besides, he looks good in it."

" Thank you Rome." Dean responded as he unbuttoned the shirt and threw it over his shoulder. He looked around at the other bags and wondered what else he could loot from Seth.

" But Romie," Seth began but was cut short when Roman pulled him on to his lap and kissed him hard shutting him up immediately. Seth quickly recovered and kissed Roman back. Dean could have that shirt anyway he decided. He had other ones that he liked better. Seth gasped as the kiss got deeper, his fingertips massaging the back of Roman's neck.

Dean had taken out a nice inky purple t-shirt that he was sure costed a few hundred dollars when he saw the couple making out on the bed. Seth was straddling Roman's lap and Roman was holding him tightly as they kissed passionately. Maybe Drew had been right all along. He was just fooling himself if he thought that he would ever have something more with either Roman or Seth. They loved each other not him.

When Roman pulled back from the kiss to catch his breath, he saw Dean standing dejected looking down at the floor.

" Seth baby?"

" Hmm?" Those big brown eyes were full of the familiar lust that he loved to see.

" We need to talk about Dean."

" What about him?" Seth was going for another kiss and Roman pulled back.

" I'm serious Seth. There's obviously something about him that has the both of us going to him."

Seth dropped his gaze and sucked in his bottom lip.

" Seth, I'm going to be honest with you." He thread his fingers through the blonde patch of hair on Seth's head. " I like Dean. A lot."

Seth didn't know how to feel at Roman's confession so he kept his gaze locked on Roman's belt buckle.

" Seth? Look at me." Seth slowly brought his eyes up to meet Roman's piercing ones. " How do you feel about Dean?"

Their conversation was softly whispered between them and Dean couldn't make out what was being said but he had a feeling that they were talking about him.

" Seth?" Roman used his index finger to prop up Seth's chin. " You can tell me baby. I won't get mad. I promise."

Seth nodded trying to build himself up to tell Roman his secret. " I... I..."

Roman tapped Seth's lips. " Go on baby."

" I think that I love him Romie."

Roman had to admit that he was shocked when he heard Seth's confession. He wasn't expecting that.

" Oh Romie, don't be mad." Seth pleaded, his pretty face full of worry.

" I'm not mad baby. Just a bit surprised that's all."

Roman spoke up. " Dean, can you come here for a moment?"

Dean walked over still holding the inky purple shirt. When Seth saw what he was holding his eyes flew open. " You can't have that!" He snatched the shirt out of Dean's hands. " The salesgirl said that it was the last one in my size." He may be in love with Dean but that was no reason for him to give away this season's top t-shirt. He walked across the room looking for the bag that Dean took it out of.

Roman tugged on Dean's hand as he stood up next to him. Before he knew it, he was in Roman's embrace and the larger man was kissing him. At first he was in shock and he had no idea what was going on. But Roman's skillful mouth soon made him relax into the kiss.

" Romie! What are you doing?" Seth came over and tried to separate them. " Why are you kissing Dean?"

Roman kept his arm around Dean's waist. " Well Dean told me what you said about having both of us as your boyfriend. I was thinking that maybe we could give it a shot."

Seth shook his head. " No. You're supposed to be my boyfriends not each other's."

Roman sighed. " Seth, you know that's not fair and incredibly selfish right?"

Seth pouted. " But it's not what I want."

" Seth you can't always get what you want."

" But Romie!" He whined.

" Seth let's be real. Both of us are not going to get over Dean anytime soon and he's not going anywhere."

Den couldn't believe his ears. Was Roman actually suggesting what he think he was?

" So you mean I would have two boyfriends?" Seth said wistfully.

" Yeah." Roman nodded. " So would I." He turned to Dean. " That is, if Dean would have us."

Dean was actually flabbergasted. He could claim both Seth and Roman as his own. He had to be fucking dreaming. " Are you guys serious?"

Seth and Roman exchanged a look and Roman spoke. " Well neither of us is going to stop fucking you so I guess this is for the best."

" This is weird as fuck," Dean said shaking head. " But I guess why the fuck not?"

Roman smiled but Seth looked a bit skeptical. Dean held out his hand for Seth's and after a moment hesitation Seth took it. He gently pulled Seth against him and placed his hands on his hips. He leaned into Seth hearing his breath softly catching in his throat before he kissed him. He felt Seth's arms wrapping around his neck, holding him close as he angled his head so that Dean's tongue could enter his mouth.

As Roman watched them, he found himself becoming increasingly turned on by the sight. He didn't know what it was but he found it quite sexy to watch the two of them kiss, especially by the way Dean took control of Seth, silencing the mouthy dancer.

Dean traced Seth's bottom lip with the tip of his tongue as he pulled away. He loved feeling Seth's hardness pressing against his. He wanted to throw Seth down on to the bed and make love to him and from the way that Seth was looking at him, he was certain that he wanted it as well.

" I think we should be going."

Roman's voice cutting through the trance that they were both in.

" Yeah." Seth said breathlessly. " I guess I have to check out." He broke away from Dean's embrace and went to pick up the duffel bag that he had packed when he left the apartment. He threw all of his personal belongings into it and zipped it up.

" Do you guys mind carrying out all of this stuff while I take care of the room?" Seth smiled and sauntered through the door swinging the duffel bag on one arm. Roman and Dean looked around room and started gathering up the rest of the stuff that Seth had laying about and putting them into the shopping bags.

When they had finished they were loaded with five heavy bags each.

" Rome," Dean said as they walked through the door. " Don't you get a distinct feeling that we've just been conned?"

Roman grinned as they approached the elevator. " Yup."

A/N: The last chapter divided you guys, I wonder what this chapter does.