Here I am, writing like a hurricane... ok, no :'v

This is my new story. You know english is not my former language and you will read a lot of misspelled words and verbs etc. Sooo if you can't stand this fact you shouldn't read this fic. Sorry about that :(

"It's my fucking bachelor party and you had the bright idea to hire a prostitute!" Seth shouted angrily. While he spilled champagne on what was left of the expensive winter soldier costume that the strippers had ripped an hour earlier.

The music was loud. Many drunken men and others not so much, swayed inside the place. They were partying in the most expensive and exclusive club in the entire state. Only very wealthy and select people entered this place and they had rented it all night for Seth's bachelor party that had been organized by his coworker Finn Balor. A costume party in a nightclub. Club that also offered an extra service that was an open secret.

"He's not some prostitute. He's the most expensive and beautiful creature that your eyes can see. I paid a small fortune for his services all night." Finn shouted enthusiastically, removing his Robin's mask.

"I'm going to get married, Finn!" Seth was angry, "How am I supposed to have sex with a prostitute?"

"Precisely for that," Finn said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "This weekend you'll have to commit your life to one person. Now you can enjoy. Besides I already paid his services. They won't give me back the money."

"I give two shits about your money. You can fuck that man."

"I can't, duh," Finn rolled his eyes, "Sami is here and I want to impress him. Instead your Swiss adonis is on the other side of the world doing who knows what, while you are faithful to him."

"He's arranging the documents of his relatives to attend our wedding. I don't know why I am explaining this things to you."

"I've screamed so loudly that my voice sounds like shit. I can barely speak." Another man, one with a white mask interrupted the conversation.

"Your voice sounds like a girl who breathed helium. It's horrible," Finn made a disgusted face.

"What did you expect? Deano enjoyed the stripper show more than I did," Seth smiled and looked at Dean, "Can you believe that Finn paid the services of the most expensive prostitute in this place as a bachelor party gift? I won't use that gift for obvious reasons. Finn can't use the gift because Sami would realize just how slutty he is," Seth explained.

"Is there a prostitute service here?" Dean spoke as he tried to clear his throat and removed his phantom of the opera mask, "Well, truth is that these expensive places seem like a waste of money. How could I know how this place works?"

"You make like tons of money and you're still ordinary," Finn said mockingly, "Oh my God! Tomorrow is your birthday Dean, is not it?"

"Yeah, and what?" Dean didn't really care much about his birthday.

"I won't waste my investment. I give you the night with the prostitute. Consider it a gift worth every year that you didn't want to celebrate anything. It's more than you deserve." Finn mocked, "I'm going to tell the girl on the counter that it's your birthday so this guy will treat you better. Although for the ridiculous amount of money I paid, the man must suck your dick like candy cane."

"Sounds good to me," Seth nodded, "Dean is single and God knows he needs a good fuck. But also tell the counter girl that Dean is an eager power bottom."

Seth and Finn laughed audibly. Dean rolled his eyes.

"I won't do it. Besides, I don't want to walk down the street and have a high-class prostitute recognizing me." Dean explained in the midst of a coughing fit because he yelled like crazy all night, "I can get someone to warm my bed without paying for it."

"Dean has never used a prostitute," Seth explained, "He considers them lowlife. And his pride prevents him from paying for something he can get for free."

"A prostitute who costs the amount of money I paid can't be lowlife. Besides, Dean will get the guy for free anyway." Finn explained, "C'mon Dean, you won't even lose your pride, you can wear that ridiculous mask if you want so the prostitute won't recognize you. Did the phantom of the opera wear a mask that covered his whole face? Only your jaw is visible!"

"Dean has no idea about the stuff, probably who sold him the costume didn't know what to do with that mask and took advantage of Deano's ignorance," Seth laughed, "On the other hand, Finn is right, it's free sex Dean, don't be ridiculous and accept."

"I'd like to protest but I have almost no voice," Dean ran his hand through his brown hair that was strangely combed back, something that was rare because Dean always had his unruly aurburn mane, "Seth, are you sure that this dye comes out just wasshing it? I'm sweating and the dye is still perfect. I don't know why I let myself be persuaded to dye my hair."

Seth rolled his eyes, "Erik, the phantom of the opera, has dark hair and you don't. Besides that's not dye, that's a homemade recipe that comes out with Shampoo and warm water. Plus, it's just a couple of shades darker than your hair, duh."

"Mr. Two Tones says," Dean pursed his lips, "I'm also wearing dark contacts."

"Because of the costume!" Seth rolled his eyes.

"The phantom of the opera has a lot of versions to be honest. But we can't keep wasting time on insipid discussions. We only rent this place until 1 in the morning." Finn pushed Dean toward the counter where a beautiful woman held up an agenda. Dean put the mask back on.

"There was a change of plans and my friend will use the service," Finn explained to the red-haired woman.

The woman looked at Dean who seemed to have no interest in taking off his mask, "These are the rules: You should always wear protection, no kissing on the mouth, no violence, no swallowing, no marks on the body even if you wish. We've had trouble with things like that."

Dean nodded as he thought this might not be a good idea. "Can I keep the mask?"

"No problem, as long as you don't break the rules," the woman nodded.

"Oh and tell the guy that my friend here is an eager powerbottom," Finn said mockingly, "And it's his birthday too. And he wants a lot of passion."

"Okay, I'll let your companion know what you need." The woman indicated with a smile, "When you're ready, you just have to go in and lock the door."

Dean was in the hall. He looked at himself in a huge mirror. It really was impossible for someone to recognize him, he would never allow a person as despicable as a prostitute to know who he was. Dean had vowed his entire life that he would never pay for this kind of service. But now he was about to use it.

"But I didn't pay for this, so fuck it."

The woman returned and guided Dean to the second floor of the huge club. The place was elegant, even welcoming. There were several rooms to the sides and one with a door different from the others in the background. So far he was escorted by the beautiful redhead.

"You know the rules. Until 1 in the morning you can be here. If you break a rule you will be expelled and an additional fine will be charged to the person listed in the rental agreement. "

Dean nodded and opened the beautiful door. Upon entering he found a small living room. This place emanated, elegance, comfort and sensuality. He swallowed twice, didn't want to admit that he was impressed. The bedroom was in the next door. There was a huge bed with bedclothes of pure silk, clean walls painted in light colors, nothing indicated cheap fuck at this place.

It was like the most expensive luxury hotel room.

Dean walked slowly, admiring the beautiful carpet. The room was huge, at the bottom there was a glass door and behind a jacuzzi. A huge led tv was on the wall at the front of the bed and on the ceiling and the side walls had mirrors. The bedroom was kinda cliche. However, it didn't look cheap or vulgar.

"My name is Roman," Dean heard a very deep voice behind him. The voice made his body shudder.

What the hell?

Dean turned and there was the mesmerizing voice. Now he understood why Finn said that he had paid a small fortune for his services. This man didn't look like a prostitute at all. Rather he could be a model, an actor or an athlete.

He a bit taller than Dean but he was thicker, and more defined. Caramel skin and black bright soft hair. He was dressed in an elegant outfit similar to the one Dean wore. His outfit shouted expensive Italian clothes.

His eyes were gray and deep, his jaw chiseled, mustache and beard perfectly trimmed. Long, black hair, shiny and silky. Tied in a high bun. It was like the vision of an unreal, ethereal being.

"I hope you already know the rules. If you don't have things clear I can explain them again." The handsome man's smile was warm, there was nothing in him that indicated prostitute.

"It's all clear," Dean finally found his voice, or what was left of it because of the screams.

"I can see you were having fun. You can barely speak. I won't ask anything more for you to rest," Roman approached him, "The recepcionist told me that you prefer to receive and that you want something passionate. She also told me that tomorrow is your birthday. So, happy Birthday, then."

Dean wanted to talk but he was so impressed that he couldn't say anything, he was still frozen in the same spot looking at Roman with wide eyes. This man was undoubtedly the most beautiful his eyes had ever seen. He was also kind, his voice deep, all his gestures emanating masculinity but not aggressively. He was something unique.

Dean nodded.

"You look a little nervous. Perhaps the passion can wait. I'm going to make you loosen up a bit," Roman was trying to reassure Dean.

Roman walked over to Dean and gently stroked his chin with one of his hands. The other stroked the hair until they reached the ribbons that held the mask. Dean stepped back immediately.

"No... I want to have the mask," Dean could barely speak.

Roman smiled sweetly, "Okay, the way you feel better. But the rest of the clothes should go."

Dean nodded again.

"I assume that since you won't take off the mask, you won't tell me your name."

"Jon" His voice was erratic, he was nervous and impressed.

"Okay Jon, you will never forget this night." Roman's voice was sinful. "This will be the best birthday of your entire life."

Roman moved in a hypnotizing way. Every step he took, the way he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, the way he unbuttoned the shirt itself. It was all like a ritual and Dean couldn't take his eyes off every movement. Roman finished removing his shirt revealing a body could be in the cover of some GQ magazine. It was perfect and firm. The intricate tattoo that traced his arm to his chest added sensuality and power to the anatomy of the handsome man who was going to please Dean tonight.

Roman walked over to Dean and put his hands on the hips of the stunned client. Caressing softly, it was almost soothing. The nerves and tension that the ohioan felt began to disappear. Or perhaps it was the closeness and the comforting warmth emanating from the body of the handsome man.

The hands left his hips and began unbuttoning the shirt. And since everything this man was doing was totally mesmerizing. Dean was lost in a fantasy and didn't remember the fact that he used to detest people that practiced this profession. Those who chose easy money instead of hard work. He had fought all his life and knew how difficult it was. He couldn't understand how someone so handsome could do this.

And yet at the moment he did not care. Roman removed Dean's shirt revealing his pale body. Roman admired what he had in front of him.

"Waoo, you're beautiful," The deep, sexy voice emanated sincerity. But it couldn't be sincerity, this man was an expert in these things. Surely this was part of a routine. But Dean wanted to believe that it wasn't.

He felt warm lips kissing his neck and he lost all control. He could no longer think of anything negative. Wailing moans came from his lips when he felt tight in a hug that even felt protective. Roman grabbed Dean's buttocks and squeezed. Another moan.

The Samoan rubbed his crotch against that of his anxious client. Dean realized that his body reacted by inertia, rubbing himself against the handsome man. More soft, warm kisses scattered on his chest, on his nipples. Fuck everything. Dean started stroking the man in front of him.

Soon they were both naked in bed. Dean thought this was unreal. Roman's naked body was enviable and suddenly he began to feel self-conscious, it was not something difficult to see the size of Roman's cock, it was intimidating and mouthwatering. Dean wanted to taste it like a lollipop. He must contain himself.

It was complicated to keep the mask but now more than ever Dean needed to keep his identity hidden. Especially now that he had surrendered to his instincts and was letting this man do what he wanted with his body. And he enjoyed it very much, his groans were sharp because of the affectation of his throat. In fact he should not be forcing his voice, but it was inevitable.

Good thing is my hair and my eyes now have a different color and mi face is hiden inside this mask. Dean thought, feeling a sense of freedom. He surrendered completely.

Roman was sucking on one of his nipples as his agile hands ran down his client's body. Recognizing the skin he was about to claim as his own. At first everything was soft, every kiss and caress destined to ignite the passion and turn off the nerves, and it worked. Shortly after, both were involved in a passionate love making.

Roman stroked Dean's cock as he kissed every corner of her skin. Dean thought this would be something automatic, an exchange of a service for money. However, Roman seemed to be... making love to him.

I'm just a client he has never seen before...

The next thing he knew was Roman with his head buried in his crotch. He saw the bright black hair of that handsome man and couldn't help but tangled his fingers in it. It was so soft and silky, then he felt the warmth and wetness of those lips and tongue pleasuring his dick. It was glorious.

"Oh yeah, yeah. Oh god!" Dean said all kinds of inconsistencies, "Roman please stop torturing me and fuck me!"

Roman released Dean and went in search of condoms and lub. Dean was mesmerized watching Roman stroke his hot, hard cock shortly before putting on the condom and bathing his cock in lub.

"If you want me to stop or change your mind just say so, okay?" His voice was reassuring.

Dean nodded.

Roman began to make his way into the smaller man. Dean had a vast sexual experience, but this man was something else. He was filling Dean in a way that no one had ever done. Dean was a sea of emotions, it was painful and pleasurable at the same time. Roman was a careful lover as he made his way with much kindness. Soon afterwards he was fully inside.

"Move, please ..." Dean's plea was almost feminine.

Gray eyes stared at him with intensity, with honesty. It was impossible, "It will be my pleasure."

Roman started to move, and it was not long before he found Dean's sweet spot. Dean groaned every time Roman hit, begging for more, begging him not to have mercy. Totally indulged in this new sensation, something he had never felt. This could not be just a buying and selling interaction. This felt real, Roman was certainly enjoying it.

Dean had never given himself up so easily.

The ohioan raised his hands to Roman waiting for the samoan to help him sit. Soon after they exchanged positions and Dean was riding Roman's cock as the samoan gripped the pale hips. Dean didn't know what was happening, he was inside this cloud of pleasure that he just forgot one of the rules: no kissing.

Dean gripped the Samoan's face and crashed his lips against Roman's, as he sped up his hips, giving more pleasure to the man beneath him. At first Roman tried to get away, but Dean was strong, shortly after Roman was kissing him back.

Roman knew this was forbidden, and he never ever had broken a rule in this place. But for the firat time he felt weak and let this masked man to do whatever he wanted. There was something different about Jon. They just kissed deeply, their tongues entwined and their thrust even harder and faster.

The soft moans filled the room. Both guys entwined their hands and fingers feeling the deep connection, this was something different, new and unique for both of them. This was way more than a sexual service, this was connection, emotions and feeling at its finest. Whatever was happening between them both, it was unstoppable. They kissed for a long time til the moment both collapsed, both climaxed at the same time while moaning in the lips of the other. They fell on the bed, spent, tired and satisfied.

Roman stomach and chest were covered in cum, but he didn't care.

"The rule was no kissing," Roman whispered.

"You kissed me back, big guy," Dean could barely talk.

"I'm sorry. I should have stopped you." Roman apologized, "But that was amazing. I don't know what happened to me. I'm always professional this is the first time. I'm so sorry."

"Stop, please. I knew I was breaking the rules and I almost forced you. Let's just forget about this," Dean said.

Roman was almost defeated, it would be stupid to feel disappointed. This was nothing more and nothing less that sexual services. Dean tried to convince himself about it but Roman's face said otherwise. Dean noticed Roman quickly reassured himself and smiled. The smile seemed weird, not natural like the soft giggles he heard while this man took his body.

"It's almost 1. Time to go home." He stood up and walked to the bathroom, "There's the client's bathroom. You can clean yourself and put your clothes. Then you can leave. Thanks a lot and I'm sorry again."

Dean watched Roman closing the door and he quickly went to the other bathroom to clean himself, everything was so intense and ended in this weird mood. Roman was so in deep in this encounter, like this was something real, Dean felt it too. The ohioan tried to ignore the sensation and watched himself in the mirror, there was no marks. Roman was a professional no doubt. This was the most powerful orgasm of his life. The best fuck of his life.

Dean left the place and Seth was waiting for him inside his car. The most of their friends had left too and there was just them outside the place.

"How was that?" Seth smiled.

"It was good I have to admit." Dean shrugged as he sat in the passenger seat.

"Maybe you should try again." Seth said as he ignited the car.

"I don't think so." Dean softly said taking off his mask.

Dean was weirdly silent in his way home. Seth dropped him in the elegant condo he lived and all the things Dean could think was Roman and those words that now were tattooed on his skull.

Okay Jon, you will never forget this night. This will be the best birthday of your entire life.

Now he was alone in the place he lived, Dean finally admitted to himself that Roman was right. He will never forget this night.

If you like how this is going let me know. I'd love to know what you think. Have a nice weekend!

And remember that nobody is forcing you to read this so if you don't like you don't need to be rude :)