Chapter 2

I can't let myself get in the way of your life... I can't be that selfish... Roman didn't know what to think of those two confessions. He's been thinking about Dean ever since it happened. He tried calling him back once more, but since he didn't answer, that once more turned into several. Was Dean okay? Was he hurt? Many questions still left unanswered as he found himself on a plane to Vegas.

Dean woke up the next morning in the back of the truck, still parked on top of the mountain. The bright Nevada sun scorching down on him and causing him to sweat gallons. He grabbed his phone from where he threw it last night to check the time.

"Ughh what the fuck.." He groaned. 9 missed calls from Roman throughout the night and some from the morning since it was close to 7 am.

He got his shit together and slowly climbed out of the back of the pick up truck and stretched. His whole body ached since he barely slept. Truth is, he hasn't been able to sleep correctly for sometime now, all because of that Samoan asshole. He reached for his keys and started up the truck. He's been up here far too long for his own good. What happened last night replayed through his head as he carefully drove down the side of the mountain, back to his house. Even though he had the windows open, the breeze wasn't enough so he turned on the AC full blast. The fact that Roman actually cared that much for him strangely caused him more pain inside his heart, probably because Roman is so close, close enough to possibly love him back, yet he still fell short of what is required. Attraction. Roman must not feel the same spark between them as Dean feels. Ambrose thought once long ago back in FCW that there may be a chance or some hope, but he was unfortunately wrong. Dean had a good time flirting with Roman, who seemed to be doing it back, only to find out Rome is married with a daughter. It really did hurt him for a while there, but after meeting them he couldn't help but feel like a protective guard dog. He would literally kill for Rome's daughter, and he'll even do the same for his wife. Dean snapped out of his thoughts when he pulled up to his little beat up, old apartment hidden on the outskirts of the Vegas strip and bordering the Mojave desert. Ambrose grabbed his duffle bag from his truck and headed up the stairs to the door. He unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Dean dropped his duffle bag along with his jaw. His heart was in the pit of his stomach when he saw Roman standing in his kitchen awaiting his arrival.

"Dean.." Roman said as he placed his phone down on the counter and carefully made his way towards Dean, speculating if Dean was going to flip since he was in his house without permission. Dean immediately tensed up with the thought of Roman coming any closer.. He just couldn't handle it right now.

"Please.. Just stay there, just don't come over here, please." Roman didn't listen and approached more quickly since he noticed Dean was more timid than angry. As Dean was on the verge of tears from too much stress from this whole situation, Roman grabbed him quickly and brought him in for a hug. Not just a bro hug, but a caring, more gentle bear hug. Roman enveloped himself over his best friend hoping that whatever had happened to him would just disappear. Dean on the other hand, froze. His eyes wide and his hands clutching the front of Roman's shirt debating on either pushing him away, or sinking into it. He's never been on the receiving end of this type of affection, and if it were anyone else doing this to him, he would've punched them in the face. It just felt right with Rome and he decided since this was as close as he'll ever get to Roman physically, he was going to enjoy it. He slowly let himself relax into Rome. He buried his face into his chest and inhaled to catch his breath, trying to stop the hitches in his throat. Even though Dean felt safe in this moment, it was still such a foreign action to be doing.. Especially with him. Roman carefully rubbed his back with his palm wondering whatever Dean was hiding was very, very serious and needed to be discussed... Tonight.