Seven

Roman stared intently into Dean's precious blue orbs, unable to ear his eyes away. Everything about Dean enticed him; how could someone like him still believe in love after having his heart ripped out?

"It's because you have to care, Roman," Dean murmured. "You know? It's a basic human instinct."

That was all? Roman should have known better; how could someone like Dean love a cold man like him? "Oh. Well, thank you."

"You deserve to be cared for, Roman," Dean continued. "Just like anyone out there."

And he just had to say it.

Roman yanked Dean down to him, claiming his lips hungrily. Dean responded beautifully, holding onto him tight, an arm around his neck.

"Damn, Roman," Dean moaned.

"I want you, Dean," Roman mumbled against his lips. "I want to make you scream my name."

Lust consuming him, Dean peeled off his t-shirt before discarding the rest of his clothes with Roman following suit.

They made out on the lounge chair, bodies pressed against one another's, hands all over. Roman stroked the back of Dean's head, his mouth exploring his lover's crevice.

Roman wanted him carefree.

"I want you to ride me, Dean," he said softly.

Dean lazily kissed him before slowly positioning himself. When he was fully embedded in the auburn haired man, Roman licked his lips at the sight of the aroused member in front of him.

Gently he rubbed the slit, pre cum slowly coming out.

The look on Dean's face - eyes closed, mouth agape - drove him. He started to thrust up with Dean bouncing on him.

Roman had sex before, all one night stands but fuck, Dean Ambrose was a good one in bed: passionate, uninhibited…

What luck for this treasure to end up with him… Roman was enamored.

"You feel so good, babe," Roman panted. "Don't stop…" He pulled Dean down for a long kiss, his tongue slipping into the warm mouth before letting go.

His head thrown back and hands splayed across Roman's chest, he gasped out that he couldn't hold on as he started to jerk himself, sweet cries escaping his lips.

"Let go then, baby boy," Roman encouraged. "Come for me."

With a strangled sound, warm thick spurts of cum hit both of them before Roman roared as his orgasm hit him.

Dean collapsed on him, breathing hard… trembling even. Out of his norm, Roman planted a kiss to his forehead while rubbing Dean's arm.

That was some ride.

Later that night, Roman sent him home to his doorstep, pecking his lips lightly. "I'll see you tomorrow, baby boy," he cooed. "I can't wait for our hunting trip."

Dean sighed in content when he closed the door behind him. What a day. He was pretty sure Roman fucked his brains out because he was incapable of thinking much.

"Hello."

Dean gasped at the familiar voice and switched on the lights in his room, only to find his ex boyfriend, Dolph Ziggler sitting down on his couch, his crimped hair up in a ponytail, all decked up in a black suit.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean demanded.

"Just came to visit."

"You mean breaking and entering."

"I came here to take you back," Dolph revealed, standing up. "I want to give us a chance."

"You mean you had your chance and you blew it," Dean countered testily. "Get the fuck out of my apartment."

"Dean, come on. We've known each other for so long. You meant to tell me that you're over me?"

"Let me see… you dumped me. Gave me twenty fours to get out of our apartment… you still expect me to take you back?"

"We were getting too comfortable with another."

"I loved you, Dolph!"

"Well…"

"The minute Wall Street walked in, you saw dollars. Our love flew out the window. Or maybe… maybe you never loved me."

"Of course I did…" Dean raised an eyebrow. "Do! Do! I still love you, Dean."

"You're really something else, Dolph."

"Okay, Dean. You want me to beg? I'll beg."

"No. I want you to Get. The. Fuck. Out."

There was a knock on his door. Dean glared at Dolph before he opened it; Roman was beaming at him, holding his leather jacket. "You left this in the car-"

"Hello!" Dolph greeted, waving his hand.

Dean gritted his teeth. Roman looked confused at what was going on. "Hi," he replied, his voice void of emotions.

"Roman, this is Dolph," Dean introduced. "My ex."

"Oh." Roman was sizing Dolph up. "What's he doing here?"

"He broke in."

"Aren't you a lawyer?" Roman asked Dolph. "I'm certain that's against the law."

"Actually, Dolph's a mediator," Dean whispered.

Dolph crossed his arms. "Me and Dean go way back."

"Didn't you dump him?" Roman quizzed.

Dolph didn't take too kindly to those words. He turned to Dean. "Who is this guy?"

Before Dean could answer, Roman beat him to it. "His boyfriend. I suggest you leave right now before I call the cops on you."

Dean couldn't ignore the pounding his heart was making. Maybe Roman had said it as a lie but still...

Dolph scowled. "Quite the catch you have there, Dean."

"Just go, Dolph," Dean said.

His ex boyfriend walked past them both, grumbling to himself. Roman stared daggers at his back. "Roman?" Dean called him.

Roman's smoky grey eyes met his. "You're coming home with me."

"Why?"

"Dean, he broke into your house. It's not safe for you to be here alone."

"I'll be fine, Roman. I'll bolt the door from the inside."

But the Samoan man was shaking his head. "I'm not taking any chances."

"Roman-"

"Pack your bags, Dean." His lover's voice was one of authority.

"No. Roman, I'm staying here tonight."

Roman shrugged before walking in and shutting the door behind him. "Then I'm staying over tonight as well."

"Ro-"

"I'm not leaving you alone, Dean. I'd be worried sick about you."

Dean hid his smile. "Well I have a spare toothbrush but really, Roman, I promise you there's nothing to worry about."

Roman was removing his clothes before lying down naked on Dean's black and white covered bed, stretching out his hand.

Dean allowed himself to be pulled down, throwing his t-shirt and jeans aside a moment later. "Do you always sleep in the nude?" he wondered aloud as he curled up against the grey eyed man.

"Yeah, I do. You don't mind, do you?"

"Not the least bit." After all, who wouldn't want a gorgeous hunk in bed with him?

Dean certainly couldn't complain.

"How many boyfriends did you have before?"

Roman did not expect a question like that… especially so early the next morning. "Mmm I never had any," he admitted, his eyes on the clock in front. "I can't commit. I have a hard time trusting people."

"Why?" Dean wanted to know.

"My family. They used to have the people around me spy on my ongoings until I graduated from university."

"That's awful."

"So I had one night stands with people from sleazy night clubs because no one knew who I was. I always used protection though."

"Oh gosh, Roman…"

Till this day, he resented his family for that. Roman never knew why they did it and he was filled with pure disdain for them so much that he didn't care either.

He merely faked smiles and chatter with them, the way they did to him.

"It wasn't always me they wanted to hand the company over to," Roman revealed more, "It was my cousin, Dwayne that they were interested in. But he wanted to play in the NFL so they turned their attention to me next. I have a MBA from Harvard."

"Wow. I dropped out of college."

"That's okay. It's not for everyone… you know. Some people want to do more with their lives than just studying." Roman wondered if Dean being a dropout made his pretentious boyfriend decide to drop him.

As if he were reading his mind, Dean said, "When Dolph dumped me, I was shocked. We had been through so much together but he decided he could do better than me."

"I'd like to say he's a fool but I can't. It brought us together so…" Roman gave Dean a quick kiss. "I gotta shower and drive home. Can't wear the same clothes, you know."

"Maybe I'll shower with you?"

Roman pulled Dean up to his feet. "Only if you allow me to soap you."

Dean grinned. "Deal."

When Dean was young, to escape being beaten up by his father, he used to hide in abandoned houses.

He always sensed he was being watched. Then one day, he watched a documentary on supernatural beings and presence of the other world and that was when his fascination with the unknown grew.

Dolph never shared his interest. On the contrary, he thought it was foolish and a waste of time.

Roman, to his delight, was excited about the whole thing. It was all he talked about as he drove back home. Dean filled him in on what they were going to do, the things they needed for tonight in the bumper.

His lover had also pulled some strings to have his apartment locks changed to new ones. Dean could collect the key by noon later that day.

There was minimal photos of Roman's family in his home, Dean realised. In fact, there were more paintings than that.

Roman must have harbored some form of dislike or even hatred for his family.

Once Roman had changed into a fresh change of clothes, they went to the kitchen to get cereal. Dean then asked him, "Roman? What happened to your family? Do you still see them?"

"Occasionally… you know when work doesn't get in the way," came Roman's cold reply as he grabbed two white china bowls.

"Oh." Dean tapped his fingers near his left collarbone. "So you don't speak to them too?"

"Nope. Any communication with them is through emails or WhatsApp."

"I haven't seen my parents since I dropped out." Dean often wondered what happened to them. He hadn't gone back to his old neighborhood, avoiding using any route that may lead him there.

"We're somewhat the same, aren't we, Dean?" Roman mused as he poured cornflakes into one of the two bowls.

He hadn't thought about it but when Roman put it that way… "Yeah. I guess we are."

A/N Looks like our boys are getting to know one another better… :-)