Ambrose Steel Hounds Final Pt

Part 8

Dean didn't stay at the club.

Instead, he decided to use the chance to spy on Roman instead. He knew his boyfriend was supposed to meet Jason at nine so he decided it would be best to be there at nine fifteen instead. When he arrived at O'Brien's, he hid behind a shrub wearing a black hoodie and a mask covering his nose and mouth.

Like a ninja, he thought with delight.

From what he could see, they obviously got along very well, laughing over who knew what. Jason reached over for Roman's hand and shook it and Dean gritted his teeth.

"Can I help you, Sir?"

He stiffened at the sound of the voice. Turning around slowly, he found a barista who was smiling at him. "What?" Dean asked.

"Would you like a table?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm just admiring your cafe."

"What?"

"What?"

"Sir, we don't allow loitering around our establishment."

"Establishment?" Dean repeated. "This is a freaking coffeehouse."

The barista didn't seemed too happy. "Yes but it serves good quality coffee."

"Does it? Can't beat Javawocky's coffee."

"Impossible."

"I dare you to go and try their coffee and come back and tell me that O'Brien's coffee is better."

"Well, I never!" The barista stalked off.

Dean smirked and focused back on Roman and Jason who were hugging now. Jason leaned over and whispered something in Roman's ear. In response, his boyfriend smiled endearingly at Jason.

What was this? He had seen enough and left the coffeehouse, miffed.

Friends? He thought not.

When Roman returned home, he found Dean smiling at him wryly. "Well," his boyfriend said as the Samoan man removed his coat. "Look who's home."

"Dean?" he said, hanging his on the hanger. "Aren't you supposed to be at the club?"

"Nope." Dean took a swig of his Jack Daniel's.

Now what was going on? Roman thought that they had parted ways at Asylum on good terms.

"How was your date?" Dean asked, his voice slurred.

"Dean, we're just friends meeting up. Didn't I tell you that just now? You were okay with it too."

"I was," his boyfriend agreed. "Until I saw you both holding hands and hugging... whispering sweet nothings in your ear."

It took a minute for him to realise what the auburn haired man meant. "Wait. What? You were there?"

"Ah ha! You admit it!"

"Dean Ambrose, were you spying on me?"

Dean's eyes shifted. "Nope."

To say he was disappointed was an understatement. "How could you, Dean? Don't you trust me?"

"I trust you. It's your boyfriend that I don't trust."

"You're my boyfriend, silly."

"That's what I had thought. Until I saw you both at O'Brien's."