Chapter 11 – Blind touch
Rated M – can be skipped if you don't like to read this stuff!
After another really good breakfast made by Dean Roman went into the bathroom while Dean plopped down in front of the TV catching up on Golden Girls re-runs, another weird little quirk of his.
Roman shrugged out of his tank top and placed himself in front of his mirror to trim his beard. He liked it neatly trimmed with every hair in its place.
He was just handling his sharp scissors when Dean plopped in without knocking.
"What about if we offer Braised Lamb with Roasted Squash and Onion Sauce?"
He often come up with culinary ideas and blurted them out no matter where they were. Or in this case completely ignoring the fact that he walked in on Roman in the bathroom and Roman had almost cut himself.
"Dean. You can't walk in on someone in the bathroom." Roman told Dean patiently, like he was talking to a five year old.
"Door wasn't locked." Dean deadpanned and his gaze travelled over Romans exposed upper body and Roman could swear wherever Deans eyes touched him he felt goose bumps. Trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach and Deans lingering gaze he went back to trimming his beard which caught Dean's interest.
The blonde guy stepped closer to Roman, placed himself behind him to his right side so he could see Romans profile and the rest of Romans face in the mirror.
He came really close with his face, bluntly staring.
It unnerved Roman so much that he put the scissors down. Better safe than sorry because those intense blue eyes were a little bit unnerving so close up against his face.
"What are you doing?" The big guy asked sighing because he couldn't understand Dean's fascination with the process of him trimming his beard.
"This is mighty interesting. Go on I think you missed a spot." Dean pointed with his finger to a spot and really there were a couple hairs out of place. When Roman placed the scissors down again he found Deans finger touching the lines of his tribal tattoo and now he really felt goose bumps rising.
Slowly Dean followed a line up Romans arm to his shoulder where it dropped down towards his back. He stepped around Roman to inspect it further and suddenly Roman felt Dean's lips on the place where the tattoo ended on his back.
"Please tell me you don't taste the tattoo..." Roman pressed out imagining it was just another of Deans quirks, that would ruin his mood.
Dean stilled. "Tattoos don't taste, silly. No, I just lick you."
Roman huffed and almost smiled but when Deans lips hit his spine his hands grabbed the sink and he closed his eyes shuddering. He could feel Dean's lips uprising. That asshole was smirking that he had found one of Romans most sensitive spots. And Dean took advantage of it, scraping his teeth over the bronzed skin lower and lower down to the two dents in Romans back where he placed his hands, brushing his thumbs over the hot skin.
Slowly his hands travelled to the front where they hovered just above the top of Romans gym shorts.
"I want to find out if you are trimmed down there as well." Dean breathed against Romans back and the other guy could just nod weakly to voice his approval of that action.
That was all it took for Dean to drop his hands into Romans gym pants.
His hands touched smooth skin around a hot, pulsing dick.
"I knew it." Dean said as his hands shoved down the shorts to free Romans impressive member. Roman hissed as his cock sprang free but Dean's hands found it quickly and enclosed it anew. He pumped it slowly taking his sweet time to explore it just by touch.
Rough hands travelled down the hot length of Roman's length and like a blind would discover new territory Dean's hands touched every inch of skin.
Fast he found Roman starting to roll his hips to his rhythm so he picked up speed.
One hand let go of Roman's shaft to travel to the backdoor where he gently probed Roman not really entering him but driving him insane just by teasing his tight hole.
When he could feel Romans balls tighten he took a peek around Roman and caught him reaching his climax with a low growl spraying his seed all over the sink and Dean's hand.
"Impatient." Dean smirked and found Roman blushing a little.
"Too excited maybe." Their lips met for a short kiss and then Dean cleaned up his hands while staring at Romans now deflated dick. He was completely shaved and Dean liked it.
"You like what you see?" Roman asked before pulling his shorts back up after cleaning himself as well.
"I do." the short haired man replied and licked his lips. He was a little sad that Roman had his shorts back on but he would peel them off of him again sometime soon. The shorts or whatever piece of fabric was on the Samoan at that time.
"Your thoughts scream dirty so loud I want to cover my ears."
Dean looked up, completely guilt free. "Nah, I thought about cooking."
Roman raised an eyebrow. "Have you developed a pronunciation problem all of a sudden? Because I am pretty sure you said that wrong."
Roman watched Dean step up to him again. Dean let his tongue travel over his lips, extending it just a little so it almost touched Romans lips and then he pulled back.
"See? My tongue works just fine. Maybe your brain dropped down a little bit."
The hand that had worked his cock just minutes ago now softly travelled over Romans temple, along his ear down to his bun and back up. Suddenly Dean knocked against Romans skull gently with his knuckles.
"Yep, sound shallow to me. Must have definitely dropped."
With that Dean left and Roman swore softly. Again Dean had caught him off guard and won this round. He really had to bring his A-game if he ever wanted to win around of "Tease" with Dean.