Turnaround

Part 41

That following night after Roman had a great day with Dean he was back in his own temporary bed at a place he used to call hell. He asked Shawn could he step out for a while and Shawn didn't even question it, he just stepped out. Roman had made so much process already so he knew he wasn't going to try something dangerous. When Shawn left, Roman stripped himself slowly. He wasn't hard at all but he was about to try touching himself again. The Samoan male looked down at his soft cock and sighed shakily. "Okay. You got this, Roman. He said to do it."

Roman closed his eyes and furrowed his brows as he thought about the stuff Dean used to do. He just filled his mind with Dean, all Dean. Dean naked. Dean on his hands and knees. Dean on all fours..getting fucked in his sweet little ass. Roman blushed slightly and opened his eyes to see his dick growing with excitement. He took another deep breath and closed his eyes again, thinking even more naughty thoughts. Roman took down his bun and shook out his hair. Now he was thinking about Dean sucking his cock with that wicked tongue. "Oh God.."

The thoughts suddenly changed to Roman on all fours getting pounded. He scrunched up his face and tried to change it back but it didn't work. He shrugged and let his brain run wild. When he opened his eyes again his member was at its full length. It's been so long.. He let one of his large hands go down and cup his nice big sac, squeezing slightly. "Yeah, yeah..I can do this." Roman used his other hand to began stroking at his cock slowly. "Fuck me, Dean. Fuck me.." His hand sped up on his dick while his other hand pulled at his sac. Dean was man-handling him in his fantasy, he's never thought about something like that before. He didn't know why he suddenly wanted it so bad now.

Roman got up and went to the bathroom. He had to look at himself in the mirror, he just had to. When he turned on the bathroom lights he eyed his slightly sweaty self. His eyes were dilated and his dick was twitching with a bit of pre-cum oozing from the slit.

What neither of them knew is they were both looking into the mirror doing the same exact thing right now. Dean was in his bathroom with the door locked looking at himself. He couldn't stop thinking about Roman, he couldn't fucking sleep. It didn't help that Harley kept whimpering in her sleep while she slept on Roman's shirt.

Roman began to stroke his cock again, but this time faster. His lips parted and all he could see was Dean behind him, kissing his neck and jerking him off. He imagined that his own hand was Dean's rough but soft ones. "I'm coming home soon baby.." Roman mumbled. He slammed his hand down on the sink and leaned over, he was about to cum already. The Samoan male grunted a few times then came into the sink bowl with a completely flushed face. His body twitched a bit as a few more small shots released. "Wow." He whispered then turned on the water and cleaned up his mess.

After he was all cleaned up and finished he smiled. He was tired now. He felt good that he was able to do that without freaking out completely. Roman went back to his bed and crawled under the sheets. In no time he was out like a light, that smile never leaving his features. When Shawn came back into the room he smiled and sat in the chair next to the bed. He already knew what the younger man did, and damn he was glad. Maybe he would be more relaxed now.

The next morning Roman woke up naturally. He looked over and saw Shawn looking at him with a goofy grin. "What?" Roman sat up slowly and stretched his arms and yawned.

"Oh nothing other than the fact that's the first time I ever saw you wake up with a relaxed look. Not a look that says you're gonna kill everyone once you leave your room." Shawn put his hands over his eyes when Roman crawled out of bed. "Why do you always take off your clothes?" Shawn sighed when Roman chuckled and grabbed some clothes to wear after his shower.

"Do I have to keep the door opened? Am I still not allowed to have privacy?"

"You can close the door now, Roman."