Chapter 5 - Shopping

Well shopping was usually fun for Roman but with Dean it was no fun at all. He checked every price tag and hunted down every sale sign. After half an hour he only had one jeans and a five pairs of socks pack for the price of one in the cart.

Roman studied the socks with open disgust when Dean put them into the cart. Okay, 5 pairs of tennis socks were what made Roman put an end to this.

"Okay. Enough. Stop. You will stop looking at price tags and will put at least three more jeans and like ten shirts and pullovers in here. In the next five minutes. Go." Roman ordered and Dean grudgingly picked up clothes left and right now adding underwear and some more socks to the cart as well. Now Roman looked satisfied and nodded approvingly.

"See that wasn't so hard now was it?" He clapped Deans shoulder and earned a growl which made him laugh out loud. It turned the heads of many female customers who awwwed him from afar. Now it was Deans time to laugh.

"I should call you Romeo." he teased and Roman noticed the affect he had on the nearby females and blushed.

"You handsome asshole. You are not even aware what you do to them are you?" Dean teased good-naturedly.

Roman shrugged and carted the cart down the aisles.

"I don't think of myself as handsome. I am just me I guess."

"Uhhh stop with the self-pity."

Roman shared a look with Dean and shrugged his broad shoulder apologetically.

"My good looks never brought me happiness. My last boyfriend even cheated on me. I know I take care of myself. But I do it for me not for anyone else anymore."

Romans eyes clouded from the hurt he still felt after Antonio's betrayal. Dean sensed the mood change and decided to get Roman out of his gloom.

"You are a metrosexual pal. A homosexual metrosexual."

Roman looked at Dean scrunching his nose.

"I don't think you can use both words for one person."

Dean shrugged. "I can. Oh look...Lay chips. Could we get some?"

Roman simply nodded. Dean grew on him in a strange way and fast. He hid a lot of brains under that shaggy cap of his hair. He asked the tough questions and Roman found himself answering them willingly yet he knew to change the topic when Roman got uncomfortable.

They walked to the cash register where Dean shamelessly flirted with the female cashier who enjoyed the attention and flirted back. But once when she thought she had bagged him Dean turned to the male teenager who put their buyings into plastic bags and flirted with him as well telling him bluntly: "Maybe I rather feel like a hot rod tonight instead of fake boobs. Are you free tonight?"

"Dean!" Roman chided his new friend and Dean just gave him a cheeky grin putting his dimples on full display.

The teenager nearly dropped the shopping bags and pressed out a no, while Roman grabbed Dean and the cart and pulled him away.

"What was that for?" Roman asked angrily under his breath.

"Just having a little fun. Relax Roman. Maybe I felt ugly and needed positive feedback next to you."

Roman shook his head. "You were stirring trouble that's all."

"Okay. Yeah. Sorry. Look here is the hair salon." Dean pointed to a little corner shop and walked inside. Roman barely had the chance to hold the door open for him wondering for a second why he even did it.

"I need my tips cut." Dean informed the waiting female hair dresser.

"No he needs a haircut. Cut as much as needed so he looks presentable." Roman cut in and the hair dresser looked interested between the two.

"So what will it be? A hair cut but long enough so your lover can still grab at it?"

Even Dean was a little puzzled by the straight out question but the woman seemed to have an ego as huge as...his own maybe. Bold, he liked that.

Roman blushed again but Dean cleared the situation.

"We are not lovers. Cut it in a reasonable form but leave me enough to run my hands through." He looked at Roman for confirmation who nodded not trusting his voice just yet.

The hair dresser didn't even miss a beat about her incorrect assumption but lead Dean away while Roman mumbled something about putting the bags into the car.

"What made you think we are lovers?" Dean asked when they were alone.

"The way he held the door open for you and took lead about the hair cut I guess. And your eyes on his ass when you walked in. You must be at least great friends."

"We know each other a couple of hours to be honest. He is my new boss and a little shy so I will not go into that direction any time soon. But he is damn hot, right?"

The hair dresser laughed. "I guess a lot of my clients would kill for his hair alone. Then that body and those blue eyes."

"Silver." Dean corrected her instantly.

She slapped his shoulder playfully. "See you are a goner already knowing those little details."

"It's weird. He is just...talking or bantering with him comes naturally. It feels like we have known each other forever."

"I guess that is how you feel when the right one comes along."

Twenty minutes later Mindy, Deans hair dresser presented Roman with a new man. His hair was shorter but not too short. It was dry and a bit wavy now so she had slicked it back a little fixing it with hairspray. You could see his handsome face now and Romans stomach did a little flip.

(Imagine the shots from the Lockdown set for the hair)

Dean was really a handsome guy. Different from himself. When Roman was a high class rose Dean was more like a beautiful wildflower.

Roman paid and walked back to the car.

"You look good." Roman told Dean very quietly in the car and Dean chose just to smile at the compliment.

A/N:

So Roman's Ex Antonio cheated on him and Dean knows that now. Maybe he can find a way to show Roman that not every guy is a cheating bastard. (I wrote this story as well as this chapter weeks ago, so every similarity to recent events is a coincidence.)

Next chapter the twins meet Dean…