Dean loved drawing the lines of his face.

He had specific details that were easy to get now once you looked at him for a while. For Dean, it's been 4 years and a couple of months of looking at him, which is why it was so easy to draw him now. He shaded in the sides of his beard that he must've grew over the summer, and made sure to get his nose, without a doubt his least likable feature, but somehow it still fit his face perfectly.

If anyone asked why Dean was sitting underneath the bleachers, drawing his school bully… Dean couldn't tell you why. Roman's been torturing him for all his years of high school, tossing Dean into lockers, stealing his clothes from gym and yet there Dean was, drawing his face. That same face who stood back while the rest of the jocks beat Dean up after school on Friday, that same face that told Dean he hated him and his "stupid gay face."

Dean made sure he colored his eyes in a deep color with his pencil, then traced the lines slowly down finish up his body. He had his shirt off for practice today. The sun was shining right on his sweaty abs, and all Dean could think about was having those abs against his own as Roman put both of his legs in the air, and did unspeakable things to his asshole.

This was weird, to everyone except Dean. He had a crush on his bully, one that didn't go away no matter how many times Dean masturbated to Colby Keller porn. He dreamt of Roman touching him, wanting him… loving him. It was stupid, Dean knew. But he just couldn't shake it. Every time Roman would look at him as he smashed Dean into a locker, Dean felt it. He saw Roman look him in his eyes and that same rage he had was hiding something…

It couldn't be what Dean wanted it to be.

It just couldn't. Roman was all shacked up with his girlfriend Nikki for years now. He never once even spared Dean a glance unless it was to beat Dean up.

But Dean could still dream.

Practice was ending soon and Dean heard Coach Helmsley yell at them to hit the showers. He quickly got up so that the jocks and Roman wouldn't see him and he ran all the way up the hill where the big oak tree stayed near the school. No one would come looking for him there.

At least, that's what Dean thought.

"Dude." Randy Orton slapped Roman's chest to get his attention. "Isn't that fagbrose running up the hill?"

Roman's eyes followed Randy's and he saw that little shit running up the hill trying to get away. His jaw tensed and he nodded at Randy. The queer must've been drawing him again. Roman has known about it for a while now, usually he just lets him get away with it but Randy saw this time, and Roman knew as the leader of the team, Randy was going to force him to do something about it.

"Let's get cleaned up then pummel that little bitch's face in. He was probably taking all kinds of pictures of us half naked," Randy moved to go to the locker room but Roman caught him by the arm and stopped him right there.

"Don't. Let me handle this one bro. Besides, coach said if he caught you beating up a kid again he'd have to suspend you and we need your ass for the big game next week. I got this, solo. Okay?"

Randy immediately nodded. He trusted Roman with his life so he knew Roman would handle business. Randy gave him a quick hug and waved him off, "Alright bro. Make him pay though. I don't want to see his gay ass near our practice ever again," Randy said as he walked away.

Roman looked up the hill one more time then blew out a frustrated breath before following Randy to the locker room. This wasn't going to be pleasant but maybe after this, Dean would finally get the hint. He slammed his locker then took a long shower. He wanted all the boys gone before he did what he had to do.

Randy was the last one out, he told Roman goodbye and that's when Roman got out of the shower and started to put on his clothes. He dried his hair quick, then grabbed his bag out of the locker and exited towards the fields once more. He looked up the hill and wondered if Dean was even there still. He could've went home by now. Ugh.

Roman reluctantly made his way up the hill and surprisingly… he was still there. Sitting underneath the oak tree with a big sketch pad and a pencil. Roman sighed and dropped his duffel bag on the grass then started to walk towards him. He stopped right in front of Dean and automatically Roman pull him up by his dull leather jacket and pushed him hard against the tree. Dean's pad fell to the floor as he was held up against his will.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Roman yelled as he mushed Dean hard against the tree. "Do you have a fucking death wish?"

"No…" Dean barely managed to get out.

"Then why the fuck do you keep coming here?" Roman asked as he pushed his elbow right into Dean's windpipe. "Do you not get that people here don't like you? Do you not fucking understand that we beat the shit of out you because we don't fucking like who you are?"

"I get it," Dean said gently looking up into Roman's eyes. "I just…"

"You just what?" Roman asked back, a bit softer.

Dean felt Roman ease up his hold on his neck so Dean could breathe again. The blonde took small breaths as he leaned against the tree. Even though Roman let him breathe he was still holding tight onto Dean's jacket. There was silence for just a second between them and that's when Dean felt Roman pull him closer. Dean saw him waiting for an answer. His eyes were transfixed on Dean's but Dean's blue's stayed on Roman's lips. Those soft, supple lips that were wet, pink and waiting to be kissed.

Dean didn't have a chance to think about what he did next.

He didn't think when he leaned forward and kissed Roman softly.

He didn't think when he felt Roman almost kiss him back, but then push him away hard against the tree once more.

He didn't breathe when he heard Roman ask him what the fuck he just did.

He didn't move when he felt Roman come closer…

"Did you just fucking kiss me?" Roman asked as he towered over Dean near the tree.

Dean nodded meakly, then tried to get away but was pushed back hard against the tree. He saw that look in Roman's eyes. He was going to hurt him… badly. Dean closed his eyes in anticipation of the punches and hits that were about to come…

"Open your eyes," Roman demanded of him.

Dean slowly obliged him and when he did, he felt Roman's hands slowly reach around his throat, and pull him in close. Dean gulped as he looked at dangerous gray eyes, and a large hand that was almost cutting off suction to his oxygen supply.

It was three blinks and silence as the two men looked at each other on the hill.

And five more blinks… before Dean was pulled by his neck towards Roman's lips in a forceful kiss.

A/N: I wanted this to be a two shot but I duuno so I'm asking my readers on here what you guys think. Let me know! - Melle