A/N:

So you predicted Drama. Guess you were right…

Oh and there will be NO threesome with Nicky, but the busty twin will play a big part in this story.

Chapter 8 - Doubts

Roman crawled out of bed by 9 am with just 5 hours of sleep. Thoughts about Dean had kept him awake until the wee hours of morning but he was used to little sleep and today he got out of bed relatively easy just thinking about seeing Dean and talking to him. Would his unruly hair be all over the place this morning making him look younger than he is? Would his blue eyes be clear or were they hooded and sleepy? He would welcome both actually. Clear or hooded. Both had its own appeal.

Roman let his hair out of the bun he had kept it in during the night and left his bedroom in some gym shorts and a t-shirt to prepare breakfast humming softly to himself.

He glanced inside the living room and stopped dead in his tracks. The couch was neatly put back together and the blanket and the pillow rested neatly stacked on one end. Dean's stuff was nowhere to be seen.

"Dean..." Roman groaned. He had bolted. Great. Just fucking great.

The big guy pushed a hand through his hair and fought down the urge to check if his own belongings were still in place. Dean wouldn't steal from him. He wouldn't…

"Damn it." Roman growled when the little voice of doubt in his head became too loud and walked into the kitchen where he checked the can titled "Sugar".

All his money, three neatly rolled stacks was still in there.

He couldn't help it as a sigh escaped him while he still clutched one of the rolled stacks to his chest.

"I was at the clinic to get the checkup..."

Roman jerked and almost dropped the can. He turned around the money still pressed to his chest and Dean's eyes immediately settled on the money and anger sparked in his eyes. The big guy felt guilty now.

"I am no thief." Dean stated catching up to what Roman had been doing quickly. His voice was cold and his eyes were hard.

"I know. I am sorry. You were gone...your stuff..."

"Is behind the couch neatly put away because you seem to be a bit anal retentive about this place."

Dean was clearly upset. More hurt than angry.

He understood Romans action on the one hand but he should have a little trust in him.
But why did he even put his hopes up? Why did he trust Roman so much so quickly? Why had he let himself believe that Roman was different from all the rest? Clearly he wasn't. And here he was and even had tried to please Roman by keeping the place neat…!

"And I appreciate it. Dean look I am sorry. I hated myself for checking, trust me."

Dean huffed. "Trust you? That's rich. Look I can get out of your hair in 10 minutes. I have no idea how to pay you back for the clothes but I will."

He turned and really started to walk towards the living room. Roman went after him and after a couple of long strides reached him and turned him around.

"Don't. Don't go I mean. I acted poorly and that is on me. You are right. We haven't had a chance to build any kind of trust. Yet you trusted me by coming here, working for me. And I didn't even consider that you went out to get checked out like I asked. I jumped to conclusions. For that I am sorry. Please give me another chance."

The handsome man in front of him clearly looked beat up about this whole thing and most of all he really looked guilty and sorry. Dean thought about this really hard. If he left he might not ever get a chance to get a normal life back. If he stayed...

He blew out some air he didn't know he had kept inside.

"You give me a chance and so should I, I guess. So we are cool. But Roman. I am an honest man. I pay my debts. I don't steal. I work hard for everything I earn and I want nothing for free. My mother raised me right that way."

Roman clearly relaxed and eased up on the iron grip on Deans shoulder he didn't know he still held on to.

"Thank you."

The next thing Dean knew Roman hugged him and he had to admit it felt good. He almost didn't want to back away but he did.

"Okay big guy. We are cool. Really. Or we will be if you start making breakfast. I had to show up with an empty stomach at the clinic for them to draw blood."

Roman looked at Dean and finally laughed.

"Sure. Come on. Sit down and tell me how it went so far."

Dean followed Roman into the kitchen and while the bigger man started to collect eggs and bacon and flour for pancakes Dean hunted down coffee to put into the coffee machine.

"So far I am healthy. A little thin like you pointed out already and malnourished. They gave me these."

He put some vitamin pills on the counter and as he pulled them out of his jacket pocket two condoms fell out as well.

Roman was amazingly quick to grab them off the floor for such a bulky guy and once he realized what he held in his hands he gave them back wordlessly.

"They were free...I...like to be prepared." Dean shrugged and put them back in his jacket pocket.

Roman busied himself with making breakfast while Dean set the table. They worked astonishingly well together and Dean appreciated the structure in the kitchen. He could navigate easily through the cupboards once he understood Romans concept.

A little while later they sat together and Dean shoveled the food into himself like he had done the night before. He ate more than Roman did and that said something. He also seemed to like Romans cooking.

"Was there a hint of nutmeg in the eggs?" he asked and Roman nodded.

"Yes just a tiny bit. You have a fine taste."

Dean swallowed his mouthful.

"Look Roman we don't need to pepper each other with compliments now. I told you we are good."

"And I simply acknowledged your fine taste. Learn to take a compliment."

Dean pouted but finished his plate which was compliment enough for Roman.

They agreed to do some housework next. Dean put the meager clothings he had possessed before the shopping trip yesterday into the washing machine while Roman cleaned his bedroom and the living room.

"What do you think about your own room?" he asked Dean in between cleaning.

"What? Where?"

Roman opened a door he hadn't opened before and Dean found himself in a small office.

"We could get a bed and a drawer for the start. You would have privacy. I don't use it as often now that I have the restaurant. I do most paperwork there. I think if we shovel things around we could fit a bed and a small drawer in here."

Dean wasn't so sure.

"Look, I appreciate the gesture but the couch is just fine. Maybe I can just put my stuff in here during the day? Keep it out sight that way? I don't plan on living on your welfare for long."

"You could pay rent. My ex any I we shared the rent before. It would help me some. Of course I would clean out the room completely if you decide to stay."

Dean bit his lower lip and Romans gaze travelled to his lips and he imagined how they would feel on his own.

"We can talk about this after the try out time."

"What?" Roman had been so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't caught Deans reply.

"After you hire me we can do this. I don't want any of us spending money on this if it doesn't work out."

Roman nodded. "Okay." he simply said.