Roman's Angel

Chapter 8

A few weeks had passed since they got together, since Dean had decided to give a relationship with Roman a chance. They texted each other a lot, hung out with each other a lot. Either at school (mostly in the basement), the park, and Roman's place. They never went to Dean's place, cause of Dean's stepdad. It would be too dangerous to bring Roman over, not knowing what his stepdad might do. The only times they were apart was when Dean had to go home, had other classes that Roman wasn't in, or had to go out and make money. Which Roman wished he would stop doing, because all those filthy men were hurting him. But there was nothing he could do. All he could do was put up with the situation for now.

They had both gotten to know each other more. Roman had told Dean about his family, even his father, who was pretty much not involved in his life anymore. It was something that they both had in common. Dean had never really known his real dad, because the man had left before he had been born. They both also loved wrestling, bonding a lot over that. Roman would always put it on whenever Dean came over. And every time they laid together, the younger teen would snuggle up into Roman's side, putting an arm over him. He found that he loved how small he felt compared to the other, feeling a sense of calmness. With Roman, it seemed that his mind would slow down, not be filled up with so much jumbled, negative thoughts.

This was what he was doing right now. Laying curled up against the oldest, a hand running through his auburn curls. It felt so good. He wished it could stay like this for a long time, but soon he would have to go.

"I really must be going soon..." He muttered out, making Roman look down at him. The TV was on, wrestling playing on the screen as usual. "...but I don't want to..."

"Maybe you should take the night off?" Roman asked.

"You know I can't." Dean simply stated, sighing. His hands curled up into Roman's t-shirt, trying to forget about what he had to do tonight, and just focus on the moment. The way he felt at peace with the other.

"I know. Will you be able to stay tomorrow night?"

"We'll see. I can't say for certain if I will or not."

"I wish you would leave your stepdad. We really need to figure out a way how to get you out of there." Roman said, thinking about what he could do to help Dean.

Dean moved around, and sat upon Roman's lap. "If we call the police, they'll take me away. They'll put me in foster care. We won't be able to see each other. Is that what you want?"

"No. I don't want that at all, Dean." Roman said, shaking his head. "But you know its not safe there with him. Maybe we can tell the police you can live with me instead?"

"The odds of that happening are slim. Look, I'm just going to have to put up with the abuse for now. Until my mom wakes up or until I'm eighteen." At him saying this, Roman frowned. They both were unhappy about the situation, it was fucked up. Dean took Roman's face in his hands, leaning in close to him. "Hey, its okay. I'll be alright."

"I worry a lot about you. I want to do whatever I can to protect you."

"What you can do is kiss me right now."

Roman smiled at him. "I can do that."

The two teens brought their lips to each others, kissing each other slowly. Roman loved whenever Dean told him to kiss him or asked, it was so adorable. His lips felt so soft and sweet. He heard Dean moan into the kiss, as he ran his hands down his sides. Dean opened his mouth up to him, wanting to taste more of Roman. His hands went to his hair, taking it out of the bun he had it in. He broke the kiss, staring into Roman's eyes.