Epilogue – NOPE

Chapter 25 – Brat

"Rooooooo. Come to bed already." Dean complained softly and stepped behind his fiancé. He put his arms around his shoulders and peeked on the monitor.

"I thought you were done!" Dean complained.

"I am done. But every book needs a preface page."

"Even a cook book?" Roman could feel Dean scrunching his nose.

"Even that." he told him patiently and kissed Deans right ring finger where he wore his engagement ring. Roman had proposed to him on his (Romans) birthday in May, asking Dean for the most precious gift for his birthday and Dean had said yes. Now it was September and all summer long Roman had worked on his first cook book. The manuscript was done and lay printed out on the desk. Dean had crossed out the word cook and had written cock above it in bold letters. He hated it that his fiancé spend so much time on that thing even though he enjoyed the fact that he got to run the restaurant by himself 3 nights a week because of the book. And he was proud of the big guy. Madly proud.

"Will I be in the thank yous?" Dean finally piped up.

"No, you were a burden and a pouty child while I wrote it. Remember the week where you wouldn't sleep with me and drove me crazy jerking yourself off everywhere because I had to do some late night work on the book?"

Dean remembered it fondly and the first sex after a week.

"You had blue balls and no patience. That was the only time you managed to take me four times a night. Shall we repeat it?"

Roman glanced up. "You stayed in bed for two days and let me serve you. So no."

"I couldn't walk." Dean shrugged.

"Your own fault." Roman shot back because Dean had asked for more and more that night not caring about the consequences.

"Can we go to bed now? Please? You promised when you are done you would play catcher. And I want to bury myself into you."

Roman shuddered. They didn't do this often, Dean was mostly satisfied to bottom, but every time he topped, Roman had the most intense orgasms.

"You are lucky I am done." he hit save and shut down the computer trying to be nonchalant about it.

"Could have fooled me." Dean nipped his ear and his hands dropped into Romans lap where he was already half erect.

"Must have been one hell of a thank you note." Dean mumbled and took Romans hand to lead him into the bedroom.

In the hallway they ran into someone.

"You two are insatiable." a voice piped up, no longer a boys voice, not yet a man's voice and both men chuckled.

"Shut up Seth. What happened to: I am so grateful you let me crash here? Now you are just a brat." Dean told the smaller guy but despite his words there rung affection in his tone.

"You grabbed me from the streets, practically kidnapped me and put me into the office. Your fault."

Roman chuckled. "I did the same to him. What are you doing up kiddo?"

"Got thirsty." he told the two older men.

"You are a cock blocker Rollins. I should have made you stay with Nikki and the baby."

"Noooo."

Dean ruffled his two colored hair.

"Don't worry I will not throw you in front of the mother harpy."

"And only two more weeks and we can move into the house. You get the place over the garage and this will be far less awkward." Roman supplied.

"Yeah it will. Now go to bed. I will listen to some music. Loudly."

He liked the two men. The love they shared. He never any kind of family. He never had one to speak of. That those two men now practically adopted him (well, not by the law, but it felt very much like it). They took him under their wings, gave him a job after school (oh yeah, going back to school was a pain in the ass) and they let him crash in the spare room they had at the apartment. So what if they were gay and engaged none the less? He didn't care. He just felt safe and care for for the first time in 17 years.

"What you listen to is noise not music." Dean argued but Roman pulled him away into the bedroom before they started an argument about music. Roman knew the outcome and he really didn't want to spend the next three hours listening to soundbites from their phones where they tried to get the other one to like their taste of music.

Seth lived with them for six weeks now. Dean had met him at the shelter earlier that year where he volunteered but six weeks ago, after Seth came into the shelter bloodied with a story about three bearded guys roughing him up Dean dragged him away and brought him here. He had practically kidnapped the kid.

Dean knew that Seth was the punk kid that had thrown him the bread that first day back on the street. That two toned hair was just easily recognizable.

Roman had watched him come in with the complaining teenager. He had thrown Seth into the office, he had told him to suck it up and make himself comfortable and only after he had closed the door behind the kid and found Roman staring at him he thought about it.

"Hey stays Ro." Was all he said and Roman would not complain. He had met the kid as well a couple of times and he was smart as a whip.

Plus there was this uncanny resemblance to the guy he had seen in his dream. The one where Dean had died. Tyler. It freaked him out a little but he wouldn't question it. By now he cared but the wiry two toned boy like he was his own and he had followed Dean wordlessly that night to find those three bearded guys. They found them and Roman knew what they had done to Dean and for the first time in his life he beat up other men. And he didn't feel sorry. They almost had cost him Dean in a way, and then Seth, they had to learn their lesson.

So Seth living with them now was like fate. Like the universe had stepped in and made them see that they needed that kid in their lives.

But what was about to come was more than they all had ever hoped for…

A/N:

This is not the end! Far from it. It was supposed to be the end but Seth is a whiny little brat. He wanted his story told. He got into my head, started to sing some odd songs and only stopped after I started to write it.

So stay tuned! The next updates will take a little more time though. Please be patient.