It's been 8 years… 8 YEARS! But I'm finally gonna finish this shit because I recently found it and forgot how much of a banger it is.. So, for all the people out there that wanted an update, including myself, this one's for you.
The walk to the car with their respective bags was electric. Both of the men knew what the rest of the night had in store for them. Roman unlocked the car with calm and collected hands. He was a simple man really- a polar opposite of Dean. He knew what he wanted when he wanted it and up until the first time Dean had kissed him his wants were always women- his wife. But Dean felt more like a need. A deep instinct driving him to the point of no return. He knows what he wants, what he needs now and he will be damned if he doesn't get it. They threw the bags in the back and hopped into the Escalade. Roman was eager to drive.
"Hey I got driving for tonight.. can't trust myself sitting in the passenger seat having nothing to do or touch for the next 2 hours.." Roman growled the end of the sentence, adjusting his lower half while he sat down.
"Oh yeah? I have a feeling this ride is gonna take way longer than 2 hours." Dean smirked, locking eyes with the Samoan from across the middle console from the passenger seat.
Roman fired up the rented Escalade and turned on whatever radio station he could find. So far the drive was smooth. It was pitch black out here, the only light coming from the green hue from the touch screen in the middle console of the vehicle, just ever so slightly giving Dean's body a soft green glow. He focused on the road not really thinking about anything but the whole situation. He had one thing on his mind. Get Dean to this next city as fast as possible. That hotel couldn't feel farther away.. He was becoming impatient. Shifting continuously in his seat staring at the road. That was until he heard a hitched breath come from the man sitting next to him. He didn't look over right away, more or less used his peripheral vision, and what he thought he saw, he had to look away from the road for just a second. Dean in the dimly lit passenger seat.. muffling and holding back his moans as he grinded his hips into the air, a painfully hard problem caged in his jeans waiting to be freed. He locked eyes with Rome, who was darting back and forth at the road, and a hot and bothered Ambrose right next to him. Suddenly the vehicle became so stuffy and small. Dean began to palm himself through his worn down jeans bucking up into it. Letting out a slight whimper continuing to stare deep into Roman's eyes.
"Careful." Roman said with a low growl. But it only made Dean harder, made him want to take it a step further. As they continued driving down the empty highway, Roman's eyes still darting back and forth, Dean slowly starts to unzip and unbutton his jeans. Roman shifted in his seat, he hasn't seen Ambrose this exposed in a while. Maybe in passing in the showers but never like this, in this light. He's needy, and so hard he can't help himself. And it's all for him and no one else. A new version of Dean he never thought he'd unlock, but here we are.
"Rome.. I can't- I can't help it anymore." Is all Dean could muster up as his cock finally springs free of its confinements and both men let out a low groan from the sight of it. Slowly stroking up and down now, eyes still locked on Roman, he lets out more lewd sounds and really enjoys this moment- he knew as soon as he hopped in the car they weren't going to make it to the hotel. This needed to happen and needed to happen now. Roman had to pull over, he couldn't take it anymore. Now with the car on the side of the empty road in park under the night sky, Roman could have all eyes on the beautiful sight in the passenger seat.
"Show me how you play with it." Roman demanded. Pupils clouded over with lust. Just the sound of Roman saying that- like honey.. made Dean moan out, this time louder than before. He continued to slowly pump himself while throwing one hand behind him to grip the head rest, the seat slightly leaned back. Shirt ruffled up a bit exposing part of his chest. Jesus Christ what a sight Roman thought to himself. Palming at his own erection now wanting to free it, but not just yet. He's going to enjoy the show that's being presented in front of him for just a while longer, god he wishes he could record this and keep it all for himself, His dirty little secret.
"Get in the back seat. Now." Roman demanded. Dean did not hesitate to start fixing himself and jump into the seats behind him effortlessly. Waiting for Roman to do the same, however Roman opened the door and decided to get into the backseat the correct way. He needed some air anyways. He opened the door and shut it finally breaking eye contact for just a second. He looked up into the night sky with a light breeze moving his hair. He knew what was about to happen- there is no returning from this, but he was ready. He was ready for Dean. He opened the back door and slid himself onto the leather seats. Dean sitting there, waiting, ready to jump at the command.
"Now where were we?" Roman says seductively. Their lips clash as soon as he finished his sentence and the heat and stuffiness in the vehicle is back. Lips crashing like waves and hand exploring further than ever before. Roman pulls Dean on top of him as best as he could in the cramped back seat and begins to rub his hands up and down his back. Bumping and grinding trying to feel every ounce of each other.
"Take it off." Roman demands between kisses. Dean aggressively ends the kiss and rips his shirt off, exposing his glistening torso. He's so hot and sweaty already, it's getting to his head. He looks down at Rome, the two staring each other up and down for a moment, noting how hard both parties were.
"You next.. I can't wait any longer" Dean replied. Roman nodded his head and grins. He takes his shirt off slowly with Dean still partially in his lap, letting his muscles flex as the shirt slips away. Dean has seen him take that shirt off so many times.. but knowing this time he's taking it off for him, almost sends him overboard.
"Jesus…" Dean whispers looking him up and down. His best friend under him like this, shirtless and out of breath, pupils completely blown out, with an obvious animal locked behind a pair of cargo pants. God he couldn't wait to see it.
"You wanna keep staring or do you wanna do something about it hmm?" Roman cooed. Dean snapped out of it and climbed backwards a bit off of Roman's lap. His eyes hovered to the zipper on his pants and back to Rome's eyes almost asking for permission. Roman nodded and shifted his pelvis toward the edge of the seat. Dean was starting to feel a bit nervous. Never in a million years he ever thought he'd tell Roman how he felt, let alone finally release the sexual tension thats been boiling between the two. He attempted to find a comfortable spot and lean down to undo Roman's pants. His hands were shaking with excitement and a little bit of nervousness mixed in. One more layer to get passed. He looked up through half lidded eyes at Roman once more and went for it. He pulled it out with both men moaning at the release. Dean has seen Roman in the showers but never has he seen him hard, and all for him. He began to stroke it for him feeling Roman's tensed body give into his touch. A deep guttural moan released from his lips at the sight. He threw an arm up on the back of the seats and had his other white knuckling the roof handle of the car. As he watched his best friend slowly pump him up and down he couldn't help but think of what his mouth would feel like. He slowly removed his arm from the back of the seats and moved it to the back of Dean's neck, coaxing him to take it further. He was becoming needy. Dean now getting more nervous than ever, since he's never been with another man and neither has Roman. This was all brand new to the both of them but he happily obliged. Dean slowly enveloped his mouth around Roman's length until it hit the back of his throat. Confused at first he stilled there for a second until he thought about how it feels to receive, he would just do it the way his girlfriends did, bob up and down. He could tell instantly he was doing a good job from the groan that came from Roman as his heads lulls back to rest on the seat. Roman can't believe he's getting sucked off by his best friend. It all feels too surreal, like he's in a fever dream that he doesn't want to wake up from. He moves his hand up Dean's neck to grab a fistful of hair, guiding and showing him the pace he prefers.
"Holy fuck- just like that." Roman breathes out tugging slightly on his hair. Dean is getting the hang of this and it's making him so hot. He wants to reach down and free himself but he's enjoying this way too much to stop now, he wants Roman to get off right now. Dean now deep throating his cock holding back his gag reflex, he's getting Rome closer to his climax. Roman feels himself become more and more frantic as the rubber band deep in his stomach is about to snap. Bucking back up into Dean's mouth matching his rhythm, Dean moans in the sudden switch up in pace and the deep rumble of his moan was enough to send Roman off. He finally lets go and throws his head back against the headrest. Dean swallows him whole without missing a single drop- and enjoys every second of it. What's left of Roman is a twitching, sweaty, hot mess of a man. Hair tangled in his face and dry heaving. He lets go of the death grip he had on the roof handle and Dean's hair.
"Jesus Christ… that had to be one of the best… oh my god." Roman says out of breath. He can't think straight. Dean leans back up and slams himself back down in the seat opposite of Roman with one leg cocked up onto the seat.
"Yeah… that was even hotter than I imagined.." Dean spoke as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand leaving a small trail of blood from one of the stitches breaking open. Roman noticed this and slowly moved his way over to Dean. He grabbed the hand that was now bleeding from busted stitches and slowly ran his tongue up the side of his knuckle with complete eye contact, causing Dean to shiver. As he continued to slowly lick up Dean's arm, he fiddled with his jeans to get them undone.
"Now it's your turn.. take them off." Roman demanded. Dean clouded with the visual of Roman lapping up his blood he snapped out of it and used his free hand to finally let himself free again. Roman never looked down. He continued to hold eye contact with Dean as he grabbed a hold of his hard cock. Slowly pumping up and down all the while still licking his knuckles slowly. Dean let out a long drawn out moan. He wasn't going to last long at all with Roman doing all of this to him.
"I'm- I'm really close already Rome-" Dean staggered out. His body was starting to tense up from the pressure that's been building up for years now, so close to letting it all go. Roman continued his pumps a little faster now, letting go of his hand to use his to grab the back of Dean's neck again. This time to rest their foreheads on one another. Now looking dead into his soul and continuing his pumps, he watched Dean let go. It was truly a beautiful sight. To see all of that weight, sadness, and burden be lifted off of his shoulders in a matter of seconds was the best gift of all. Dean couldn't feel anything after his climax, he felt numb. His eyes slammed shut and opened a couple times, he could've sworn he was dreaming and he'd open his eyes and Roman wouldn't be in front of him like this- still holding onto his cock. But it was in fact real, and the tension they had was undeniable.
"That was fuckin' incredible holy shit.." Dean spoke in a soft voice meaning every word he said. Roman smiled at him, and backed up. Letting go of Dean and moving back into his own seat to fix himself up.
"We should get cleaned up and head back on the road, we're definitely not done here." Roman stated with a smirk. Dean chuckled and shook his head fixing himself as well. They cleaned up and hopped back into the front seats. Roman started the car up and merged back onto the empty, cold highway. Not even five minutes into driving, Dean was passed out in the passenger seat, quietly snoring. Roman smiled at the sight. He'd thought back to all the years he's known Dean and never once has he seen him so at peace. He averted his gaze back to the road when his phone vibrated and lit up. A text from his wife.
"Goodnight honey, love you xoxo" his wife had sent. Roman groaned at the thought that he had just cheated on his wife with his best friend, his brother. The guilt hits him almost instantly. He rubs the side of his head for some relief. What is he going to do now…