Turnaround

Part 2

Roman was driving back to his house after work was over, he thought about Dean all day. He did just let a complete stranger into his home, he didn't know what he did to go to jail, he didn't really know anything. What if he went back if all his shit was gone? Fuck! That made Roman drive faster. He was glad he didn't get pulled over by the police. As he got out the car and headed to his house he saw that the lights were on. He sighed then unlocked the door. It was quiet but all his stuff was still intact. He closed and locked the door back before he took off his jacket and shoes. Then that's when he heard a giggle followed by a moan.

"What the hell?" He mumbled under his breath. Roman walked down the hallway to his room and the moans only got louder, no doubt they were girl moans. In his fucking room. He opened the door and leaned on the door frame with his arms across his chest. There was Dean, laid out on his bed with some chick riding him. "Seriously?" Roman said a bit loudly. The girl cursed and got off of Dean then fell onto the floor.

Dean sat up and groaned as the girl got her clothes and ran past Roman. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"Why are you in my bed doing that?" Roman's voice was calm. He never really got mad at all, wasn't his thing. "You could of did it in the guest room or something."

"Are you not mad?" Dean cocked an eyebrow and Roman sighed and shrugged. Dean chuckled then stood up and that's when Roman got a good look at the blonde's naked body. "I would be mad if I walked in and some guy was fucking a chick on my bed."

Roman didn't reply as he watched Dean turn around and bend down to get his clothes. He had the perfect ass and Roman almost groaned at the sight. His eyes went up to the muscles in Dean's back, they moved as he put Roman's basketball shorts on. When Dean was about to turn around Roman left quickly, he didn't want to be caught doing that. He needed to fucking control himself? What was his problem? Dean was a fucking asshole who didn't deserve that type of attention..Or did he? Roman was all fucked up in the head and it's only been two days.

Usually no guy got his attention. No one. Sometimes Seth would please him, they were both single anyway and it meant nothing. It never did anymore, at least to Roman's perspective. They were okay with those benefits because they knew each other's bodies well, and well Seth is the only guy Roman fucked and the only guy Roman kissed so it was comfortable. Then that's when it hit him, he was suppose to go hang out with Seth today, his phone had been off all day. Just as he took it out of his pocket to try and turn it on but his front door got banged hard by a urgent fist.

"Rome? Are you okay!?"

Roman shook his head and sprinted to the door, he didn't see Dean who followed behind him to see what that noise was. He had Roman's basketball shorts on and that's it and they hung off his hips and not to mention he was still a bit hard since he didn't get to finish his little session.

Once Roman opened the door Seth hugged him tightly and pushed him into the house. "I thought something happened to you. You weren't answering any of my calls or texts. I left fucking work what the hell were you doin-" Seth stopped talking when he saw Dean leaning on the wall eating a twizzler.

"Yo." Dean nodded at the two-toned man and bit the green twizzler. "You guys dating or some shit?" He took another bite and looked between them.

"Uh.." Seth eyes roamed down to see the obvious slight hard on Dean had. Then he noticed those were Roman's shorts. He was putting pieces together, his eyes soon just looked at the concerned gray ones that belong to the raven haired man's. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt.."

"Whoa whoa. I'm not with that." Dean looked himself over and snapped his finger. "Shit. No. I'm not. Fucking shit, let me go find something else to wear." Dean left quickly feeling really ridiculous in the process.