Ambrose Steel Hounds Final Pt

Part 25

When Dean met Roman in Javawocky a year ago, he had no idea how much the gentle Samoan man would change his life.

And did it change.

They moved to a two floored house not far from where Dean had to perform. Not long after, Roman and him adopted a nine weeks old German Shepherd named Max from the local animal shelter.

Now both of them couldn't stop fussing over him; Max adored the attention.

And just as Dean had said, before he started his residency, Roman and him got hitched in a chapel with Max by their side and an Elvis impersonator.

Dean's vows included his favorite line, "I live my life for you."

Roman's included "Every little thing that you do, baby I'm amazed by you."

It turned out that Dean was a bigger deal than they had expected. Tickets for his shows were always sold out so they had to slot in additional shows.

There was no honeymoon to Rome because of that but Roman was okay with it; they had the rest of their lives.

They settled going on a cruise instead for four days and three nights where they enjoyed themselves immensely with the food, activities and of course, their lovemaking.

Max was left at home being looked after by Corey and Eva whose parents resided in Vegas too.

As he stood at the balcony of their bedroom, admiring the stars in the sky, Dean thought to himself how lucky he was to have met Roman, to have his love.

He could not have written anything remotely close how his life was right now.

"What are you thinking about?" Roman murmured coming up behind him, pressing soft kisses on the side of his neck.

"You," Dean admitted, turning around in his arms. "Us."

"Mmmm..."

"You want the moon and the sun, Roman? I'll bring it down to show how much I care."

Roman giggled. "First of all, that's cheesy as hell and secondly, that's not scientifically possible."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. If it were, you'd have thousands of lovers trying to do that."

"Well, okay. Maybe you're right. But I can always write you another rock ballad. Because I love you, Roman. You are the song I sing, the riff I play, the melody of my music. You are worth everything and more to me."

"You..."

Tender kisses were exchanged right underneath the stars then. No. Dean would not get tired of this. All that he wanted and needed was right here in his arms.

"And you're the love of my life," Roman continued when they broke their kiss. "I love you too, Dean."

"You're turning my head here, babe. Make love to me now on our bed."

"For you, my love, anything."

Dean allowed his darling to carry him into their bedroom.

This was how he knew from the bottom of his heart his life would be, the rockstar thought as he cast the Samoan man a loving gaze: Roman and him together in perfect harmony... now and always.

And as the grey eyed man kissed him deeply in bed, something in the auburn haired man knew that this love with Roman was going down as the high note of his life.

He'd bet his Grammy on it.

End