The words fell from the Samoan's lips like a prayer, but all he could hear was the sound of his own blood that pulsed loudly in his head. This was wrong on so many levels. He wasn't used to being pinned up against the wall like this and he sure as hell wasn't used to Roman being so goddamn handsy with him like this neither. Yeah, they'd kissed a few times, but nothing more and he'd been promised that he had time to warm up to the idea. Strangely enough, though, Dean liked it. His hands were pinned against the wall and above his head, Roman's face was just inches away from his and those fucking lips- So close he could bite them, but he wouldn't move. Not yet, anyway. "Roman, please... I-I can't. This isn't... I-I-I'm..."

Lips connected with opposing twin flesh then, Dean's body pushing up into the older man as the two kissed slowly. Suddenly he moaned, fingers clawing and twisting at the air as he attempted to free his wrists from the Samoan's grasp but it was no use. He was locked in and well, he was enjoying the kiss more than he'd ever thought he would. So much so that he could feel the twitch of his dick as their bodies rubbed against each other.

"Fuck, Ro, please..." The blond mumbled against the older man's lips, tongue sliding out against him. "Please..." He'd never heard himself sound so needy. He was practically reduced to a common whore.

The Samoan smirked, pulling back to look at the younger man. The gleam in his eyes letting him know that he'd enjoyed every second of the kiss as well as being pinned against the wall the way he was. And he wanted more. So much more. "Please, what? Tell me what you need, baby boy..."

Dean whined then, twisting to get free from the bigger man's grasp again so he could take control, but it was just pointless. "Goddammit, Ro. I wanna touch you. Fuck."

Just then, Roman let the younger man's hands go but instead he took hold of Dean's hips with a tight grip and held him close.

Dean's hands moved to grip at the larger male's biceps as he was brought closer, his body flush against Roman's and now he'd become very aware of how badly the older man wanted him. Blue eyes widened as they looked directly into greyish blues, swallowing hard as the intense gaze damn near made his knees give out right then and there.

Roman smirked while his arms were snaking their way around Dean's lean waist to bring the other even closer, purposefully rubbing against him. He wanted Dean to know just how badly he wanted to have him, to know just how serious he was about taking good care of him and by that look in the younger man's eyes, he just knew that it was working.

But Dean took his time. Hands moved to feel, study, and really explore the older man's muscular physique. Slowly those same hands began to roam lower, all confidence coming to a stop just at the line of his waistband. He couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't touch him there. If he did, there would be no turning back. He knew he'd want more, he knew he'd never stop wanting more and it fucking scared him.

But Roman coaxed him into it, long and pale fingers gently brushing over the head of hardened cock.

"Ro..." It was all Dean could say then, his fingers finding that confidence now as they slid lower over the outline of the shaft and down further to grope at his balls through the denim. The action earned him a groan from the Samoan, large hands grabbing at his ass roughly. He gasped, his own hand finding it's way up to pop the button of Roman's jeans then tugged at the zipper soon after. He was tempted to hesitate, but instead pushed his hand into the jeans and against the boxers repeating the same actions he had just a few moments ago. Before he knew it, Dean found himself stroking the older man along, lips working on his neck to leave a mark. He moaned out, every inch of him lit ablaze. He wanted the older man and he wanted him now, but he was afraid to say it.

"Stop fighting it, Dean. Just... let it take you where it needs to. The more you think, the less fun we'll have..." Roman whispered into the blond's ear before kissing it, working over the earlobe teasingly. He moved to turn Dean around, again pulling him closer and ground his hips against his backside. It was all he could do to show him just how good he'd feel and it seemed to work from the way Dean squirmed against him, ass pushing back into him the way he'd knew it would. "Good boy." Roman's hands moved to undo the blond's jeans then, tugging them down just enough that he could slide a hand into his boxers, large fingers wrapping around the hardened flesh. A thumb spread out the precum over the tip then he began to stroke the younger, lips once more going to work on Dean's neck.

"Oh, f-fuck-" Dean groaned out, hand reaching back to grip the back of Roman's neck to bring him forward into a hungry side kiss. His tongue pushed into the Samoan's mouth in a bout for dominance that was quickly won. The least Roman could do was give Dean that kiss, his arms keeping the younger man in place as he gave him the pleasure he knew was craved. The sweet sounds were enough to keep him going, too. He'd never heard such a beautiful thing come out of Dean's mouth. It had always been mumbles and growls, grunts or curse words, but this? No, this was fucking perfect.

"Bed. Now. Move." Roman finally broke the kiss and ordered the other to move towards the bed, his hand squeezing at Dean's shaft when he'd stopped to keep the contact but needing to get the younger man onto his back so he could worship that perfectly sculpted body properly.

Dean did exactly as he was told, stepping slowly and carefully towards the bed over on the other side of the hotel room, keeping his body close to Roman's as possible until he was shoved face first onto the bed and hips were pulled back against the other man. He could feel the Samoan's erection against his ass now and it sent a shiver through his spine that pulsed against his aching cock. The sound that escaped due to the feeling one that he was almost embarrassed by. He'd never heard himself sound that way in his entire life, almost ashamed of how fucking desperate he was becoming.

"Goddamn, do you know how fuckin' sweet you sound makin' all that noise? Fuck, baby..." Roman's hands smoothed over the blond's ass, easing the younger man onto the bed before he guided him to turn onto his back so he could look up at him. "Hold on, I need to get somethin'." Roman moved towards his bag quickly, digging through it until he'd found what he needed, taking his spot now between Dean's legs. He leaned over the bed then, holding onto the blond's gaze as he coated his fingers in lube, his hand reaching down to find and tease Dean's ass.

Dean arched up against the Samoan, grabbing his shoulders to hold him up. He was a bit uneasy about what was coming and it showed in his face, but he knew by how gentle Roman was that he'd be okay.

"Shh, just relax. Okay? Lay back down. C'mon, baby." Roman moved to help the younger man back onto the bed, leaning in to kiss him softly. He was never one to coddle someone through something like this before, but he knew it was Dean's first time letting someone touch him this way. "Do you trust me?"

He pulled back from the kiss to stare up at the older man, taking in his words and nodding. Of course he trusted him, he was just afraid of the fact that he would like what was about to happen. "Yeah, I do." Sighing heavily, the blond tried to will his body to relax, his face scrunching as the finger breached him. "Oh, holy... fuck!" Dean breathed out, teeth sinking into his bottom lip hard as he felt the older man slowly sliding in until he was practically knuckle deep.

"Feel good, baby?" Roman couldn't help the smile that formed on his face as he watched the younger man for his reaction, gently slipping back out only to drive the single digit back into him a second time. The way Dean clung to him was overwhelming, the feeling sent directly to his cock. He couldn't wait to be inside of the other man, but as all things took time - Roman had to be patient. There was no point in rushing this, Dean was already giving into him beautifully. Rushing would only make him push away and he didn't want that.

Dean moaned out as the larger man continued to use his hand, his own trailing over hard muscle on his own body to add to the stimulation. "Fuck. More. Gimme more, Ro... Please."

The older man nodded, his free hand coming up to cup the side of Dean's face. "I got you, baby boy. Just lay back and relax. I'll take care of you. I promise."

And so Dean did as he was told, hands falling back against the mattress as he lay there and took in a deep breath. Soon as he relaxed, Roman slipped the second digit into him earning an even louder groan from the younger man. He bit down on his lower lip to keep the sounds at bay, but it was just too good to ignore. He pleaded with Roman for more, tight muscle clenching around the digits as the settled deep within his channel. Shifting his body up, Dean reached out for a handful of the older man's dark locks bringing him in eagerly to kiss him. He moaned against the Samoan's mouth then feeling the digits starting to move suddenly.

Roman moved skillfully in an attempt to prepare the younger man for his sizable length, it was a terrible thought that he'd be the first considering the girth, but he'd have it no other way. Dean was his, no one else's. Dean was his for the taking as it should have been. He'd waited this long and he wasn't going to take any chances. The sound that escaped those pretty pink lips as Roman added a third digit said it all, Dean was enjoying himself. It was a good sign. He'd waited forever for this and now there was no going back. Roman would never be able to stay away now and why should he? The blond was who he wanted in his life, who he chose to want to care about; love. He knew it was going to be difficult considering how stubborn the younger man was, but he was breaking down those walls in record time. He had no doubt that he'd get it done eventually.

To think that he hadn't even felt the larger man's cock inside of him yet and he was already reduced to a fit of moans and groans. It was unreal to him how he'd switched so fast from unsure of what he wanted - to wanting all of Roman. His body moved just right against the older man, his own hands working to add the extra stimulation wherever it could be reached. Blue eyes never left the Samoan's as the two moved together, silent begging from the blond finally being acknowledged as Roman slowly came to a stop to remove his clothes. Dean's eyes took in every inch of tanned and toned physique as it was revealed to him, tongue slicking over dry lips. The man was perfect. The way his hair cascaded over broad shoulders, the ink over his flesh that he'd loved so much, muscles flexing and moving as he removed the last bit of clothing and worked some lube onto his cock. Dean shifted to prop himself up on elbows so he could watch it all, his heart racing as Roman finally moved closer to him on the bed. This was it. No turning back.

"You ready for me...?" Roman spoke huskily, leaning down to place a sweet kiss to the younger man's lips. "Lay back down and take some deep breaths, baby boy."

Hands moved to hold either side of Roman's face then, kissing him more fervently than the older man had. He was nervous now, the kiss doing nothing to help his thoughts, but as he pulled away and was coaxed to lay back down he began to take in a deep breath, eyes closing as he tried to remain calm. He knew it was coming, no use in fighting it. His legs were brought up then, moving to adjust to the correct position to give Roman full access to him. He could feel the bulbous head against his hole, hands gripping at the sheets tightly. He could hear the older man's voice again, simply nodding because he hadn't really heard what was said over his own heart racing and breathing and then he felt it.

Roman smacked a hand over Dean's thigh to wake him, amused by the sleeping man in the backseat of the rental they'd been in. "Hey.. Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. We're here." He'd driven all night, getting them to the next hotel after another rough night. Dean had fought Randy yet again and it wore him out enough that the second he lay in the backseat he was out. It warmed Roman's heart to see the sleeping mess in the back, having reached back to stroke the messy blond locks before he'd taken off. It was peaceful driving to the next town that way, but to his surprise the younger man seemed to be having quite the dream. The Samoan could've sworn that he'd heard moaning, but he shrugged it off and gave Dean his privacy. The last thing he wanted to do was drive the other away bothering him about a dream he was having. It still amused the hell out of him though.

"Wha- Huh?" Dean woke at the sound of Roman's voice, groaning loudly. He'd felt like he'd been hit by a bus the way his body felt when he sat up, hands rubbing over his face and the sleep from his eyes. He became more alert when he'd felt the faint wetness against his boxers, drool trailing down over the side of his face and his neck. Small bits of the dream were flashing through his mind then, feeling the heat to his cheeks immediately. He looked down and away from the eyes in the rear view mirror shamefully, realizing what his mind had done as he'd slept.

Roman looked back into the mirror and smirked, "What's the matter, Dean? You look like you've seen a ghost or something." Of course, Roman knew exactly what had happened. He' heard enough of the younger man's sleep talking to know that he'd been having a very vivid wet dream only he couldn't tell who it had been about as the blond moaning out a name, but it hadn't been clear enough to make sense of.

"Nothin', I drooled all over myself like a real prince. That's all." Dean wiped at his face again to add to the statement, trying to push the images from his mind. He'd never had a dream quite like that in years and before then, it hadn't ever been about a man like Roman. Suddenly he felt sick, wondering if he'd let it slip in his sleep that he'd been dreaming about sex with his best friend. He hoped to God that the older man hadn't heard him or else he'd push him into sharing and he just couldn't do that. What the hell was happening to him?

Dean held his bags on his own, refusing to let Roman help him despite the bad beating he'd taken. He had to add some distance between the two as he straightened his thoughts out. He knew he was attracted to Roman, but this was... This was different. This was desire.. or was it just his mind letting things get to him. Randy's words and the kiss he'd shared with Roman. It all made sense to him. He was being pushed into the idea. Or at least, he wanted to believe he was. There was no way in hell he'd want to be turned into that version of himself in his dream. He looked like a damn fool on his knees and begging. Like a weak little bitch. Shaking his head, the blond stepped into their hotel room first and tossed his bags on whatever bed came first then turned to Roman. "I'm gonna shower. Be back in a little." Before the other could respond, he pulled clothes out of his bag and then locked himself in the bathroom.

Roman knew now that something was wrong with Dean, but to keep from ruining their day he'd keep to himself and let the younger man work it out on his own hoping that things would blow over by the end of the night. Until then, Roman busied himself with setting up his bed and his belongings then turned on the tv to flip through channels. By the time Jon came back out, he seemed a little more relaxed, but the younger man avoided eye contact with his best friend.

"I'm gonna head out with Renee for a while. You good to go to the arena on your own? I'll.. see you later." The blond finally looked up to see the surprise on Roman's face, turning again to pack a bag so he wouldn't need to come back to the room later.

Nodding, the Samoan didn't even bother moving as he replied. "Sure, man. Everything okay..?"

Dean shrugged, a hand rubbing over the back of his neck. "Everything's fine. I just need some air and Renee wanted to go eat, so I figured I'd go with her. I'll see you, uh.. tonight. Later." Quickly, Dean pulled his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his things then darted out the door. The faster he got away the better. And with Renee, he didn't have to pretend like things were okay. He could just talk and she'd listen to every word he said then give him an unbiased opinion. And if not, he'd just be glad to have some company that wasn't Roman.