One

The first thing Roman Reigns thought when he saw Dean Ambrose was how hot he was, looking all scruffy.

With his moppy auburn hair and beard he was growing out, dressed in a leather jacket over a white tank top and black denim jeans, he was easily one of the most desired men on campus.

As he stood outside Zeke, a Greek restaurant waiting for his date, his eyes fell on Dean who was sitting on his motorcycle, chatting to some guy with two toned hair.

Roman smirked.

Dean and the guy were having a slight disagreement over something and Dean was soon scowling.

He was notorious for going "crazy" once in awhile. Hard guy to tame too but Roman loved a challenge.

And Dean Ambrose was definitely a challenge he knew he'd overcome.

His date - some random guy he met at a party - sent him a text message saying he couldn't make it because he had caught the bug.

Roman frowned. So much about bragging about his love life. His family were due here any minute and he had no one. He'd look like a loser especially in front of cousins, Jimmy and Jey.

Two toned man stormed off while Dean glared after him.

Maybe if he had brought Dean… nah… he couldn't… could he?

Before he knew it, he found himself walking towards him… "Dean Ambrose."

Dean looked at him, a frown on his handsome face. Up close, Roman noticed that he had blue eyes and a tiny earring on his left ear.

He was staring at Roman.

Roman stared back. "I need your help," he finally said. "A favor if you will."

Dean laughed. "I don't do favors, dude. I only do things for money."

"Money?" Roman repeated.

"Yep." Dean took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "Five hundred."

Roman's eyes widened. "Five hundred? Are you kidding me?"

"Nope."

"For five hundred, you'd better be acting as my boyfriend."

Dean grinned. "You'd pay me five hundred to act as your boyfriend? Dude, you must be desperate."

Roman gave him a look over. "Well… you'll have to be more ummm… mellow but you'll do."

Dean was staring at him again and Roman straightened his back

What was going through the auburn guy's head?

Dean Ambrose could not seemed to stop staring at the man in front of him.

The force of the Samoan man's beauty took his breath away. He truly was a stunning individual: grey eyes, long and thick black hair and lips that seemed to promise endless pleasure...

I bet his body's a work of art too, he thought cheekily.

This could be fun. Besides this would be the easiest money he'd ever make. After Seth dumped him, he needed something to do and this would help him get over the break up.

"Sure," he replied before his brain could truly comprehend what he was agreeing to. "I can do that. Let's seal the deal." He took a step closer to Roman; they were standing close now. Dean gave him a quick peck. "There. Sealed with a kiss."

Roman was about to say something but then-

"Roman!"

Both men turned around and found a plump man with tanned skin, white hair, beard and moustache walking towards him.

"Dad!" Roman said.

So that was his father? Dean smiled politely at the man when he reached their side.

"Dean, this is my father, Sika. Dad, this is Dean… my boyfriend."

Sika beamed. "My!" He shook Dean's hand. "Nice to meet you. Roman didn't tell us anything on the phone about a boyfriend."

"We decided to surprise you guys," Dean laughed. "We're madly in love and we wanted to share the news in person."

"Isn't that thoughtful of you both?"

Dean felt Roman put his hand on the small of his back before a kiss was placed on the side of his temple.

"Why don't you both go inside?" Sika suggested. "I'll wait for the rest outside."

"Okay." Roman agreed and Dean felt his hand being held. "Come on, baby boy."

Baby boy? So now they were giving each other pet names? Dean allowed Roman to lead him inside the restaurant.

When they were seated at a table set for eight people inside, Dean grinned, "Baby boy? What's up with that?"

Roman shrugged. "It's my pet name for you."

"So what am I supposed to call you?"

"I don't know." He sipped on a glass of water.

"I think I'll call you babe." He gave him a look over. "Or Daddy."

Roman choked on his water. Dean laughed and it earned him a glare.

"By the way," Dean asked. "What's the special occasion?"

"It's my mum's birthday."

Sika came in then with a Caucasian women and Polynesian twins and two ladies. "Aaah Dean," he said. "This is Patricia. She's Roman's mother. And these two are Jimmy and Jey. Roman's cousins. Their parents are on vacation and couldn't make it. And these are Naomi and Sasha."

"Our girlfriends," Jey said, giving Dean a critical look.

Dean smirked. "So you guys share?"

"What the hell did you say?"

Sasha rolled her eyes. "You didn't explained properly, Jey. You can't fault him." She smiled at Dean. "I'm Sasha. I'm Jey's girlfriend. This is Naomi. She's Jimmy's girlfriend."

Dean nodded. "Nice to meet your acquaintances."

"Uce, where did you meet this one?" Jimmy asked.

Dean noticed Roman frowning. Maybe there was animosity between all three of them. "On campus. And his name's Dean."

"Oh excuse me… Dean."

Sika opened the menu. "That's enough, Jimmy. Dean, please order anything you want."

"What's your major in, Dean?" Jey asked.

Dean leaned against his chair. "Mechanical Engineering." He looked in front and found Roman giving him a small smile. He looked back at Jey. "I'm hoping to work on motorcycles."

"That sounds interesting." Dean could tell Jey hardly thought so.

"What do your parents do for a living?" Sika asked.

"I am an orphan, Sir."

Roman cleared his throat. "Can we talk about something else?"

"I'm glad Roman finally settled down with someone," Patricia said. "You must be something special, Dean."

"He is." That came from Roman. Maybe he wasn't so bad at all.

Roman observed Dean interacting with his family and smiled to himself.

The man could hold his own against them… in particular, his cousins. Roman couldn't imagine Dean cowering before anyone, so headstrong he was.

He couldn't wait to tame the Lunatic Fringe, a nickname the auburn haired man earned on campus.

"We're having an annual family vacation next week, Dean," his mother was saying. "A whole week at our lakehouse with our extended family. Would you like to join as well? I know Roman would be happy to have you there."

"Uh…" Dean cast a glance at Roman.

"Sure, he'll be there," Roman replied. He was not going to let his five hundred dollars go to waste.

"Yeah I'll be there," the auburn haired man murmured.

"Great!" Patricia beamed. "Don't worry; it's a huge lake house with plenty of rooms to spare. Roman and you can share too if you'd like."

Share? No way. "That won't be necessary," Roman immediately replied.

Dean pouted. "But babe, why not? It's not as if we don't share a room together on campus."

Oh no; he did not just say that. "Baby boy, I think you need to remember we're among family members-"

"Oh Roman," his mother replied. "It's perfectly okay with all of us. Honestly, we're just happy that you've finally settled down with someone."

Dean's left eyebrow shot up. "Finally?"

"Roman goes through men like underwears."

"Mum!" Roman said in a near shout.

"What?" His mother smiled. "It's the truth."

"It's not what you think," the Samoan man assured Dean. Wait? Why was he even doing that?

Dean shrugged, clearly not interested in what Roman's love life was like. "Meh. He's with me now so."

Jey snorted. "You got one thing right: now. When another flavor of the month comes along-"

"Jey, shut up," Roman informed his cousin plaintively. "It's different with Dean." Like really different. As in he was being paid a handsome sum.

The rest of the conversation during the meal was shifted to Sika's retirement plans and Patricia's thriving flower business. There was rainbow birthday cake presented at the end of the meal and Dean, to Roman's surprise, stood up on his chair.

"Hey, everyone!" he announced and immediately the entire restaurant guests' had their eyes on him. "It's this beautiful woman's birthday today. How about we make it a special day for her by singing her a birthday song?"

There were loud pops and some whistle.

"1! 2! 3!" Dean shouted. "Happy birthday to you-"

And the entire restaurant sang along. Roman had never seen anything like it before but he'd be lying if he wasn't proud of the look his mother had on her face. Once the song had ended, she blew her candles and there were applause that followed.

The waiter offered to cut the cake and Sika requested to have it sliced so that everyone in the restaurant got a piece.

"Oh Dean," Patricia gushed. "That was very sweet of you."

Neither Jimmy or Jey seemed to think so, throwing nasty looks at Dean who didn't care. They were probably still offended by the Lunatic Fringe's sharing comment.

"Only the best for you eh… Mrs Reigns," the scruffy man answered.

"Call me Patricia."

"Patricia," Dean repeated, trying it out.

The whole gang exited the restaurant once they ate the cake, their stomachs filled and moods brightened. Everyone except the twins loved Dean and were taking turns in hugging him, promising to see him next week.

"You have to be there, alright?" Sika said happily. "No excuses."

"Okay," Dean promised.

Once they were alone, Roman smiled. "Thank you. I've never seen my mother smile so hard like that."

"Right," Dean said. "Your mum's a nice lady. So five hundred dollars is enough to cover me till the end of next week's family vacation. Anything longer than that will cost you more."

"Way to ruin a moment. Is everything about money to you, Ambrose?"

"What can I say? A man's gotta eat. Right. So here are the rules, Reigns: you can kiss me and hug me all you want. It's going to cost you extra if you want to sleep with me."

"So you're a hooker too? And how did you know my family name's Reigns?"

Dean stuck his tongue in between his teeth. Did he have any idea how good looking he was? Probably not, Roman decided. "I always make it a point to know who the gorgeous men on campus are," the auburn haired man drawled. "But don't let it get to your head."

Roman smirked. "I find it hard to believe that you of all people would be interested in knowing stuff about little ol' me."

"There's nothing little about you. You're what? Six feet four?"

"Six feet three actually."

"Well, there you go. Aren't you majoring in Management?"

"Yeah, I am." He wondered where they were going with this conversation.

"So we're really going to this family vacation thing?"

"Well, you did promise my mother."

"Are the rest of the men in your family good looking like you?"

"Yeah, I think so. I never noticed."

"Then it's a win win for me."

"Dean, you can't go hitting on my cousins. You're supposed to be my boyfriend. How will that make me look?"

Dean looked thoughtful. "Not sure but I know it's not going to be pretty."

Roman rolled his eyes. "Listen, you've got tomorrow to pack. On Monday morning, I'll pick you up at eight."

"Sure… babe," he teased. "I live in Lima Hall."

"It's close to mine then. I live in Delta Hall." He looked at his watch. "Well, I better make a move. I have a paper to work on. Do you want a lift back?"

"I rode here on a motorcycle."

"Yeah why were you here?"

"I was supposed to bring my boyfriend to the bar and grill next door for our date. Guess that's not his kind of dive."

Roman was surprised. "Oh. Maybe you should tell your boyfriend that I'm paying-"

"Nah. We broke up. He dumped me actually."

"I'm sorry to hear that. How long were you guys dating?"

"Six months. Nothing too serious."

Still it had to hurt. Roman couldn't believe how casual Dean was taking it. Obviously he wouldn't cry about it in front of you, silly, he chided himself.

"So I'll see you on Monday morning." Dean was walking towards his motorcycle. "Don't be late. I like my men punctual."

His men? He wished. Until the Samoan man remembered that he was paying him to act as his boyfriend. Still, Roman was no one's man. If anything, Dean should be his man. "I'll try to remember that."

"You do that."

Dean backed his bike a bit before giving a quick wave and riding off at a speed Roman was certain that broke the road limit.

One more day till Monday.

Roman wondered if it'd be a week of pleasure or pain.

But this was Dean Ambrose; of course it'd be both.

A/N So this had been on my Mini for a while and I thought I'd take a chance and upload it. :-) Let me know what you think of it. Thanks!