Chapter 26

" I think I need more space."

Seth pouted as he placed his hands on his hips and looked in dismay at his packed closet.

The ten shopping bags that Roman and Dean had carried from the hotel room for Seth were on the floor. Dean was sitting crossed legged on the bed while Roman shook his head.

" Okay Seth, tell you what." Roman spoke in an authoritative tone. " Either you find some room in your closet to put these new ones that you just needed to purchase or I'm returning all of them."

Seth's eyes opened wide as saucers in genuine fear. " Romie! You can't do that. You can't make me return them."

" That why I said that I will be returning them." Roman smirked.

" That's not fair Romie." Seth stamped his foot like a petulant child. " Dean, tell him that it's not fair."

" Huh?" Dean had gone through the bag that had contained the skincare items and was holding two bottles of face lotion and was wondering which one would help him with a dry patch of skin that he found on his face that morning. " Well um, you do have lots of stuff Seth."

Seth looked displeased with Dean's answer. " You're not helping."

Dean shrugged and went back to studying the bottles in his hands. Roman chuckled and placed his hands around Seth's waist. " Now come and give me a kiss before I go back to work."

Seth wrapped his arms around Roman's neck. " You're not staying?" His voice quickly changing to sound innocent and childlike. " I thought you would stay with us Romie."

" I would like too," Roman sighed. " But I already missed yesterday and some hours from today. I don't want to fall too far behind on these accounts."

Seth softly stroked the back of Roman's head. " You work too hard Romie. I worry about you."

" I know you do but I'm fine I promise." Roman smiled to himself. He could tell that Seth was genuinely concerned about him. " Now come here."

Dean felt as if he was intruding on a personal moment between Seth and Roman as he watched them kiss each other deeply. It was clear that they loved each other. What the hell was he doing here?

He got off the bed and walked into the kitchen looking for something to do to occupy his time while Seth and Roman finished up in the bedroom. Dean opened the fridge door and peered inside. He didn't really feel like drinking anything but he didn't know what else to do. He nearly jumped when he felt a large pair of hands on hips. He turned around and saw Roman standing there grinning at him.

Dean closed the door with his hand without taking his eyes off of Roman whose hands slid down to cup his ass. " You don't think that I forgot about you did I?" He gave Ambrose's ass a firm squeeze.

Before Dean could gather his thoughts Roman's mouth was covering his and his tongue was seeking entrance into his mouth. Dean parted his lips and Roman's tongue slipped in. Dean felt himself moaning as Roman continued to squeeze his ass and the kiss got hotter. Just as he was about to pull Roman's shirt out of his pants, the larger man ended the kiss and took a step back. He was noticeably flustered.

" Wow." That was all that Roman said as he adjusted his tie. " I think that I may have just signed my death certificate taking you two on as my boyfriends."

Dean didn't say anything but instead kissed Roman lightly on the lips which he immediately returned.

" Damn it. I really do need to get back to work." He stopped sucking on Dean's bottom lip and released it.

" Is something stopping you?" Dean teased.

Roman knew that Dean was baiting him and he would love nothing more than to strip Dean in the kitchen and take him against the counter but he had to get going.

" I'll deal with you later." He held Dean's hand as he walked to the door. As he opened it he turned around and pecked Dean's lips once more.

Dean didn't know why he felt himself at loss for words as he watched Roman leave but he knew that he was feeling a bit better about the situation.

He barely had a moment of silence to himself when he heard Seth bellowing out his name. He lightly jogged to Seth's room to see what was the matter. He was taking clothes out his closet and dropping them unceremoniously on the floor.

" What's the matter?" He asked as he watched Seth drop an armful of clothes on the floor.

" I'm trying to decide which clothes to give to charity and I need someone to sort them." Seth batted his pretty lashes at Dean.

" That's not going to work on me." Dean laughed and shook his head. ' But I will help you."

Seth smiled and returned to his closet. " Oh these are so three seasons ago," and dropped a few pairs of pants onto the pile.

As Dean dugged through he found that lots of the items still had the price tags on them. Seth had never worn them. He started to pick out items that he liked for himself and placed them aside on the bed. Then he sorted the remainder on the floor into shirts and pants.

Seth held up a pair of cream leather pants to him with the tag dangling on the outside. " I think these would look good on you."

Dean ran his hand through his messy auburn mop. " I don't do leather Seth." He took the pants from Seth and tried to stretch them. " Besides the zip wouldn't get up over my cock."

Seth tilted his head and looked at him curiously. Suddenly he felt Seth's hand grabbing at his crotch and soon he found his soft cock in his jeans which he rubbed furiously causing it to harden. He straddled Dean's lap and kissed him while his hand kept on stroking his cock through his jeans. Dean held on to Seth hips and he sucked the tip of Seth's tongue as his new boyfriend continued to feel him up.

Just as soon as Dean's fingers were holding the material to pop the button on Seth's jeans he got off his lap and resumed sorting the clothes as if nothing happened.

Dean was momentarily stunned with his cock laying heavy and trapped against his thigh. He went over to Seth who was backing him pulling his hips against his so that he could feel his cock pressing against his ass. " I want you Seth," he growled into Seth's ear. His teeth edging the perimeter of the ear. He heard Seth moan as he pressed his ass harder against Dean's crotch.

He turned around and kissed Dean hard, pressing his own hard length against Dean's. " I want you too Dean. But..." he waved his arm around. " I need to get this done before Romie gets home."

He was about to pull out of Dean's embrace when he stopped him. " How do you feel about this? About us?" Dean kept his arm around Seth's waist as he waited for the answer. The question had been on his mind ever since they had left the hotel.

Seth did that sexy thing that Dean liked where he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and worried it with his teeth before releasing it with a wet pop. Finally Seth looked at him. " I like it."

" You do?" Dean couldn't keep the glee out of his voice.

Seth nodded slowly. " Yeah." He rested his head against Dean's shoulder. " I was so scared." The words came out clouded in a whisper.

" Why?" Dean stroked Seth's soft hair and kissed his head.

" When I saw the two of you together I thought that you had stolen Romie from me." He confessed.

" Really baby boy?"

Seth nodded against his shoulder. " I thought Romie wanted to be with you and that you wanted to be with him instead of me. It looked as if Romie loved you more." Dean heard Seth choking back a sob and he began to understand why Seth had attacked him first and why he had to leave the apartment.

" You weren't planning on coming back, were you Sethie?"

Seth lifted his head and looked at him. " No." He gave Dean a crooked half smile. " Maybe eventually to get the rest of my things but I wasn't planning on coming back."

" So I guess you were surprised when Roman and I turned up at the hotel?" Dean didn't even want to think about Seth walking out of his life.

" Yeah. I didn't think you guys would actually want me back." His big brown eyes reflected the sorrow that he felt.

" Oh Sethie. You're a big pain but Roman and I could never let you leave that easily." He kissed Seth softly. " Roman loves you and I love you." He kissed Seth tenderly. " Remember that."

Seth hugged him tightly. " I love you guys too." He kissed Dean's cheek. " Even if you guys are always mean to me."

Dean laughed and swatted Seth's ass playfully. " Just because we don't let you get your own way all the time doesn't mean that we're mean."

Seth looked as if he was about to say something but he changed his mind. He kissed Dean politely on the lips and then started taking the new clothes out of the bags to hang up in the space he had made in the closet.

Dean watched Seth for a few minutes before he started to help him. He didn't understand Seth Rollins completely but he did appreciate the fact that he was always honest with him about how he felt even if he didn't like it. He was a spoiled brat but he was his spoiled brat and Dean swore that he would do everything he could to keep him happy.

Dean got to Pacifica around six in the evening. He knocked on Mark's door and waited to hear his reply before he walked in.

" Hi. Just letting you know that I've arrived." Dean had turned to walk out the door when Mark called out to him.

" Just stop right there Ambrose."

Dean turned around slowly. Mark was sitting back in his chair and looked at him warily as if he had done something to displease him.

" Have a seat." Mark pointed to the chair in front of his desk and Dean sat immediately. Mark was a man that commanded respect and right now he felt as if he was back in high school and had been sent to the principal's office.

The more Mark stared at him without speaking the more nervous Dean became. He racked his head for what he could have done to upset Mark.

" Dean I want you to explain something to me." Mark leaned on the table and folded his hands together.

" Um, okay." He replied meekly.

" Can you explain to me why one of my best bartenders, Drew, up and quit on me this morning?"

It felt as if all of the blood had rushed straight out of Dean's head. " W-w-what?" He stuttered. " Drew quit?"

" Oh so you didn't know?"

" No Mark I didn't." Dean honestly hadn't expected this from Drew. As far as he knew, Drew loved his job.

" Oh but I bet you know why." Mark leaned back in his chair and looked at him expectantly.

Dean shifted uncomfortably in the chair. " Actually I don't."

" Really?" It was clear that Mark didn't believe him. He opened his desk drawer and shuffled through some papers and then took out what looked like a caramel wrapped in clear plastic. He undid the candy and popped it in his mouth. " Look Dean, I'm going to level with you. Man to man."

Dean nodded. He could feel the fear that was still running through him. " Okay."

" Now you would have to be blinder than Stevie Wonder not to see that Drew had taken a liking to you."

Dean nearly gasped out loud. He didn't realize that it had been that obvious.

" Now personally, I don't really understand what he found so appealing about you but that's none of my business. But I notice things Dean and I don't say anything because it isn't my place but I think it's time that I said something."

Mark leaned back in his chair and crunched the sweet in his mouth. " That boy liked you but you didn't really dig him like that, did you?" Dean was about to respond but Mark stopped him. " That was a rhetorical question. Oh you liked the attention that Drew gave you. I know what you guys did in my store room." A blush crept up Dean's face. This was embarrassing. " I just hoped you guys didn't do any of that mess around any of vintage wines." Mark shot him a dark look.

" Anyways, you probably had your head messed up by somebody else the same way Drew's head was messed up by you and you led that kid on. I was hoping that you would've wised up and realize that Drew's a good guy and good looking to boot, if you're into that sort of thing, but you never did."

Mark had stopped talking and Dean realized that it was his turn to speak. " I didn't know that you knew so much. But I didn't mean to lead Drew on. We had an understanding." Dean knew that he sounded desperate but he had to defend himself.

" An understanding is one thing if y'all are both on the same page but you know you did that boy dirty." Mark stared him down and Dean felt extremely uncomfortable. He knew that Mark was right but Drew knew what he was getting into so why did he have to take all of the blame?

" He didn't have to help me." Dean finally said.

Mark actually looked a bit surprise and finally he shook his head and he looked disappointed. " I'll pretend that I just didn't hear that." An uncomfortable silence fell between them. Eventually Mark pushed his chair back and stood up. " Look, I don't mean to get all up in your personal life Dean but I have watched you grow into a decent young man and I would hate to see you lose a friendship like Drew's over something like this."

" I appreciate it Mark," Dean stood up and looked him square in the eye. " But this is my life to live."

" I respect that Dean. I'm not saying that you should date the guy but you at least owe him an apology." Mark opened the door.

Dean understood and walked through it. Lots of thoughts swarmed his head as he prepared himself for the night.

When Dean arrived home it was after midnight and only Roman's car was there. He figured that Seth was still at the club. He remembered what Roman said about coming to him when he was upset and knocked on the door, hoping that the offer still stood.

When Roman opened the door he was wearing his glasses, a tank top and gym shorts. " Hi Dean, come on in." Dean stepped in the apartment as Roman closed the door behind him.

" I'm not disturbing you am I?" He asked Roman as he followed him into what he realized was Roman's home office.

There was a large desk with a computer on one side and the rest of the desk was taken up with papers and a yellow note pad with a pencil resting on it. Boxes were on the ground full of papers.

" No, I was just trying to finish up this audit that I was doing. The client moved the deadline up a week early so I'm trying to get it done on time." He sat in the lone chair in the room that was at the desk.

" Oh. I don't want to disturb you then." Dean turned to leave but Roman grabbed his hand and next thing he knew he was sitting on Roman's lap.

" Dean, let me explain something to you." Roman took off his glasses and placed them on the table and Dean could see how tired and bloodshot Roman's eyes were. " You're now my boyfriend. This means that I will always have time for you. Doesn't matter if I'm busy with work or not, okay?"

Dean nodded. " Okay." It felt a bit strange to be sitting on Roman's lap like a little kid but he figured that he could get used to it.

" So what's bothering you?"

Dean took a deep breath and told him what had happened between him and Mark earlier.

When he had finished, Roman tightened his grip around his waist and then spoke. " I think Mark maybe right. But it's up to you to do what you want."

Dean was about to reply when Roman yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. " C'mon Rome. It's time for bed." Dean stood up and grabbed Roman's hand but he pulled it away.

" No. I've got to finish this part of the audit."

Dean watched him put back on his glasses and picked up the pencil. He wondered if this was what Seth meant by Roman working too hard. He cupped Roman's chin and turned him roughly. Before Roman could respond he pressed his lips against his. " Goodnight Rome."

Roman pursed his lips as he watched Dean walk away. He wanted Dean to stay and have some fun with him even if they didn't end up having sex. But he had to finish this audit. The client offered a generous bonus if he got it done on time. He needed the money to cover what Seth had spent on his little shopping spree. Roman had a healthy bank account but he wasn't a millionaire. Seth's spree didn't really put a dent in his savings but he knew that it wouldn't be a one time thing with him and he wanted to have enough set aside to indulge him whenever he liked.

He took a large stack of papers out of the box and started to go through them. It was going to be a long night.

A/N: You guys certainly had lots of opinions of what went down in the previous chapter and I enjoyed reading each and every single one. I love reading your feedback especially since everyone still thinks that Seth's a brat.