A/N:

So who is ready for the boys to take the next step?

Which one of them will actually make a move?

Chapter 10 - Let's get dirty during clean up

After five nights of cooking every dish on the menu Dean had down the recipes by heart and he even had time to give Damien some pointers and the young cook really improved. Things ran more smoothly in the kitchen but Roman still needed at least one more help because there was more than enough work for four people.

Tonight had been busy again and Roman and Dean were last in the building. Roman wiped down his stainless steel counters while Dean did inventory in the freezer, writing down what they would need to get tomorrow.

Dean was finished first and carefully closed the door of the walk in freezer. He took the time to watch Roman work for a while. He was really careful to clean each spot and in the kitchen. Dean could understand and appreciate this meticulous work. In Romans private life it was annoying at times and always a welcome way for Dean to make fun of his boss.

Over the past couple of days they had grown closer and sparks were definitely flying between them but no one dared to take the next step. It were just little touches here and there, loaded glances across the room or little words to let the other know that he was thought about. Even Dean hadn't dared to kiss Roman again after the day at the clinic because what was meant as a harmless slop had felt like so much more to Dean and it had only lasted the fraction of a second. Imagine they would take their sweet time...

Dean put his inventory list away and walked up to the counter Roman had just cleaned. The kitchen was quiet except for the small noises Roman made while cleaning. Dean hopped onto the counter and Roman stopped.

"Dean!" he complained.

"Get down I just cleaned there."

"Make me." came the cocky response and Dean let his feet bang against the cupboard beneath the counter like a five year old would. But the gaze he shot Roman was more loaded than any five year old could manage and promised something no five year old had a clue of.

But Roman had every clue and he knew what was happening because the air between them sizzled. Neither of them laughed or grinned. Both their faces were intense and daring.

Roman dropped the cloth he held in his hand and walked up to Dean his grey eyes never leaving Deans blue ones.

As Roman came closer Dean stopped dangling his feet and he stilled which was unusual for the guy because usually he twitched in some way all the time.

The big guy came to a halt right in front of Dean the knees of the sitting man almost touching his hips.

Dean bit his lower lip in expectation and Roman growled quietly. His hands dropped on Deans knees pushing his legs apart until Romans body fitted between them. Then he pulled Deans ass further to the ledge and Roman stepped between the space he just had created until their crotches met.

Both men shuddered under the contact and when Dean slung his legs around Romans hips to draw him even closer Roman closed his eyes for a second enjoying the friction the move created.

When he opened his eyes again he found Dean staring at him daring him silently to take the next step.

"Make me." the short haired guy whispered and Roman found his hips slowly starting to move. Both men were hard against their jeans and there was no denying it. When the touch of their hips wasn't enough anymore Dean grabbed Romans hands and pushed them under his shirt.

"Make me." he pleaded again and Romans big hands travelled over Deans still far too lean body up to his pecks. His fingertips felt the soft hair there and soon enough his fingers found Deans erect nipples. He squeezed them both hard and now Dean had to close his eyes for a second to calm himself.

When Roman lost eye contact with the other man his mind had a moment to catch up. They were rubbing their dicks against each other and Roman had his hands on Dean's body. All of this happened right now. In his kitchen. On the stainless steel counter he had just cleaned.

"We can't do this here. I just cleaned." Roman blurted out and he felt Dean's hips still immediately and those blue eyes popped open instantly.

"You really know how to ruin the mood, don't you?" Dean drawled and pushed Roman away to hop off of the counter. He adjusted himself in his jeans while Roman stared speechless at him.

"What? But Dean..."

"Sometimes you just have to go with the flow Roman. Come on. Clean up and lets head home."

Dean left to pick up his inventory list again while Roman looked after him. He was so stupid sometimes. Why did he have to blurt this out right at this moment? Because Tony would never have agreed on making out with him anywhere but in the bed or seldomly in the shower. Because even thinking about sex anywhere else was wrong. Or wasn't it?

On their way home when Roman couldn't stand the silence anymore he grabbed Dean's hand and didn't let it go.

"I am sorry for ruining the mood back there Dean. I am not used to anything but pretty boring bedroom sex I guess."

Dean looked at him. In the past couple of days they had talked about many things but Roman didn't talk about his ex. Never. He just knew that he had betrayed Roman and that he seemed to be an uptight asshole.

"I can imagine that if he was as uptight as you are."

"Antonio and I we were very much alike. For a long time I thought that this made us perfect for each other. He always closed the toilet seat..." a short sideward glance let Dean know the disapproval of Roman about the fact that he never closed the toilet seat, "we were both really tidy and organized and had structured every aspect of our lives. Including the love life. It fit into our schedules and I really thought it was cool to know that each Saturday we would have sex. Like I didn't need to worry about it, it was scheduled so it would happen. I didn't have to waste energy on it during the week and could concentrate on my career. Well after half a year it got boring. After one year Tony was bored enough to betray me. That was the end. That was not scheduled and it threw me off for a bit but I got back on my feet and pushed even harder to make my dream come true. I am grateful for the breakup looking back now. It was the wakeup call I needed. But Tony and I had been together for four years and leaving the constant he was in my life before behind was hard. I loved him."

Dean squeezed Romans hand.

"You need to step out of your comfort zone Roman. It widens your horizon when you live on the streets like I did. I always had this good life before. Not as structured as yours but well enough. When I ended up on the street everything I knew was useless. I learned to adapt and learned new things and every day was different. Not all days were bad out there. I swore to myself to just act on whatever I felt. You call me a lunatic for it but when I feel like dancing I do, when I feel like singing I do and when I feel like sleeping with you I will do it no matter if we mess up your counter again. It can always be cleaned again but sometimes you have to listen to your heart or a moment might pass and you will forever regret it not acting up on it."

Dean stopped walking and turned Roman around until they stood face to face. Dean let his right hand slide to Romans ponytail and he took the hair tie out and when Roman wanted to protest Dean crushed his lips on Romans. His right hand glided through Romans dark hair while his left grabbed Romans jacket to pull him closer.

Their tongues fought for a while until Roman gave in and let Dean explore his mouth. It felt so good that Romans legs buckled a bit and he hoped Dean didn't notice or he would make fun of him again for getting weak knees.

"Just act." Dean grinned after finishing the kiss after endless seconds.

Roman held his hand out to get his hair tie back in order to overplay the effect Dean had had on him with this surprise attack. And of course to get his hair back into a ponytail because that's how he wore it outside most of the time. Dean just dangled the hair tie in front of him and didn't give it back.

"Adapt." Dean told Roman and continued to his walk to Romans apartment.

"But I always have my hair up in a bun..." Roman complained quietly while following Dean.

"And tonight you don't. Suck it up big guy and let that mane of yours flow freely for a while."

"Mane…like I am a horse? What kind of horse would I be?"

"A thoroughbred." Dean shot back without a pause.

"Then you are a mustang. Wild and free." Roman concluded and that made Dean turn around grinning.

"I like that analogy. A mustang. Cool. Now stop prancing there pretty boy and hurry up, I am hungry."

"Always so pushy."

"You have no idea." Dean laughed out loud as they reached Romans front door.

Somehow both men made it to their respective sleeping quarters without any more touching that night. But Dean knew the next step was inevitable and it would happen soon.

He fell asleep grinning about that thought, Roman's hair tie safely in his closed fist.