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WHO: Blaine Anderson ( @northsideblaine ) & Roman Lynn ( @roman-lynn )

WHAT: Blaine goes over to Roman’s trailer. There’s some cuddling and Romaine oppressing their tensions. A long ass para that took forever to do.

WHEN: Wednesday night, January 16th

WHERE: Roman’s couch in his trailer

WORD COUNT: 7,818

Blaine:

Standing outside of Roman's door, there was a voice in the back of Blaine's mind that said this was a bad idea because of the accidental nude and their history but that voice was quickly silenced by the fact that Roman was one of Blaine's oldest friends. They had known each other for much longer than either could remember and before they ever slept together it wouldn't have been too unusual for Blaine to hang out with him -- though typically Dare was also with him. Today, however, his twin was probably one of the last people he wanted to see.

Leaving his car at home and taking an Uber to avoid anyone knowing he was in Sunnyside, Blaine took out his phone to text Roman. It wasn't some ungodly hour but with everything that was going on with the Serpent, it wouldn't be a surprise that he was already asleep -- so it was a pleasant surprise that he was still up and willing to let Blaine in. Tucking his phone away into his pocket, he wanted for the door to open and see Roman's face appear before giving him a weary smile. "Hey... Sorry to just show up like this and so late too..."

Roman:

Roman hadn’t been expecting company, mentally he wasn’t really in the best shape for it. He had taken a leave from social media for the day, choosing not to see the drama continue to build, bursting at the seams, ready to blow up at any moment. He went through the day as normal, working from 7am-4pm followed by a nap and then eating frozen taquitos in his boxers while watching Netflix. He needed a detox from everything involving the Serpents—they could live without him for one day.

The text from Blaine shook him out of his daze, and he looked hesitantly at the door. Blaine was the last person that Roman had expected to find on his doorstep past sundown, especially considering their most recent interaction. Roman could look past the insane sexual chemistry between them—at least for one night.

Pulling himself up from the couch and throwing on the first pair of pants, Roman carded his hand through his hair before opening the door to find Blaine. “Hey...you’re out late”, he said as he held the door open for the other man to come inside.

Blaine:

It felt like their town was in a pressure cooker, heat slowly rising and everything ready to blow until there was nothing left. Every week it felt like there was something worse happening. A killer on the loose, trailer parks burning down and that was on top of the normal navigating drama between friends and relationships. So, finding a minor escape in a place not very many people would think of to find him and with someone who was ---

Abs... Shirtless... Roman... Holy cow...

Of course, he had expected to find the Serpent relaxing after a long day but he hadn't prepared himself for the possibility of seeing Roman like this -- pants that had to have been put on in a hurry were hanging low enough that Blaine could see the curve of his hips, the deep-set v-line, tanned muscles toned and hard from construction and -- no he wasn't staring!

At least that's what Blaine was telling himself as he forced his gaze to focus on Rome's face, not that was much of a distraction either. It reminded him why helping his friend choose clothes for a date had been so hard... not hard but difficult. Yes, it was difficult because they had a tension between them that they both ignored because as people who had feelings for other people it wouldn't be right. Even though lately Blaine was feeling more lonely in a relationship than he did out of one... However, he loved Dare with his whole heart so he could endure anything. Even if his body was not on the same page at this moment.

A hand came up and rubbed the back of his neck, as Blaine went inside the trailer, letting the door close behind him. "Yeah... I know... I just--" What did he want? If he were single, he'd probably be here to kiss Roman and tangle up some sheets but that wasn't why he came, right? "Needed a friendly face and someone who is a weird place like me. Who understands..." Pulling off his hoodie, the t-shirt underneath sticking to it, Blaine had opted to be a lot more casual than usual tonight -- even his hair wasn't as gelled down as normal. "I figured you could use someone like that too..."

Roman:

Usually, whenever Roman had a late night caller at this hour, it usually led to sex. But, he didn’t know how to act when that visitor was Blaine. Blaine, who Roman had slept with six months prior and had kept the encounter to himself. Blaine, who had just recently sent Roman a nude on accident. He couldn’t be so sure anymore as the facts didn’t add up.

His eyes raked over Blaine’s body as he watched the normally put together man, shed himself of his layers, leaving him in just a t-shirt. Roman couldn’t help but stare, he’d seen that body up close and personal. He knew what it was like to kiss those lips. He knew each curve and dip of his body. He knew what Blaine looked like stripped down and bent over, pleading for Roman to fuck him.

Biting his lip to refrain from a groan, Roman moved back towards the middle seat of the couch, flopping back into the sagging cushion. “Weird place?”, Roman asked out of curiosity, crossing his arms on default. “What’s going on with you?”

Blaine:

Watching Roman take a seat on the couch, Blaine all but invited himself to sit as well, hoodie folded up on the arm. It shouldn’t be weird, it wasn’t like they had slept together once and only talked about it once or like Blaine still found himself wondering certain things… It wasn’t weird or awkward because they were friends. Buddies. Pals. Amigos. At least that’s what Blaine would keep telling himself until whatever this thing he was suddenly carrying around with him lately faded. He would act as normal as possible.

And normal for Blaine was him leaning against Roman, head propped against his shoulder, looking at the screen of the tv. He’d pretend not to notice the warmth of the other man’s skin, though it was much cooler than Blaine remembered from that night. The night of the party, it felt like Roman was made of fire, each touch scorching and etching themselves into his skin. “It’s just one of those days where everything feels off…” He said with a shrug. “Dare almost broke his hand last night, so he had to come over for me to bandage it up and I had to talk him down from a metaphorical ledge. He’s taking everything that’s happened, really hard.”

Blaine sighed softly and closed his eyes for a second, just enjoying the company next to him and feeling like he might be able to breathe for a bit. “Did you tell Harper about what happened or are you suffering in silence and alone because you’re afraid to worry her?”

Roman:

Being himself around Blaine should have been easy for Roman, instead of this awkward dance that they were doing. Blaine had said that he wanted to act as if nothing had happened between them, but this new normal had dropped their unresolved sexual tension in the air like a joke. Dangling it in front of their faces, forcing them to repress whatever feelings they had for each other, other than friendship. Roman could do this—he could. He could think clean thoughts.

Blaine wasn’t doing much to help the situation, leaning against Roman’s shoulder, causing him to stretch out his arm on instinct, welcoming Blaine closer. He looked down at the smaller man, trying to tame the heat he felt. The mention of Darius quelled the want in his body; Blaine was Darius’. The text that Blaine had ‘accidentally’ sent to Roman was for Darius.

“I—I’ve admittedly not spoken to him much since, the uh—setting the—fires. Barring like one conversation.” Roman rubbed at the back of his neck nervously, the thought of what he had done still causing him some inner turmoil. He had, against his better judgment, told both Harper and Ryder that he was responsible for the devastation to Ghoulie territory. They had similar reactions, one of disappointment. “I—yeah, she knows.” Roman huffed, letting his head hit the back of the couch. “And Ryder. I just—I’m disappointing everyone.”

Blaine:

The arm that went around Blaine -- bringing him in so close that the shorter man was pressed into Roman's chest, the shining metal bar in his nipple close enough that he could take it between his teeth with a teasing tug. It wasn't unwelcomed, in fact, he enjoyed the closeness but at the same time, it reminded him exactly what it was like to be intertwined with Roman, begging for more and moaning his name like forbidden prayers to a God that demanded tributes in the form of the heat that always electrified between them. It often made him wonder if they had continued after the party if the flash fire that smoldered there would have burnt itself out as quickly as it ignited.

However, Blaine had to remind himself that they weren't these kinds of people. They kind of people who slept together behind Darius' back, sure but not the kind of people who cheated and hurt the ones they care most about. No cardinal craving, no matter how earth-shattering, would be worth the pain it could cause to Harper and Dare. They belonged to other people and that left their desires undisclosed and tucked away in places Blaine could only visit when he was alone, with his his wrapped around him and his fingers probing until guilty whimpers spilled from his lips.

The conversation about their significant others helped to keep his mind on track and out of the darkest lust haze places. "She'll be okay... Ryd will be okay too... They will eventually realize you made a mistake and they'll forgive you..." He was sort of speaking from experience but also not because there was a part or him that wanted to hang on to how upset he was at Dare but that was because he was closer to the situation that someone like Harper. It would be easier for her to forgive because she had no emotional connection to Dani. Reaching up Blaine rested his hand against Rome's cheek.

"You guys messed up. You messed up really badly and there is no way around that or downplaying it... There may never be a way to make up for it but it's not unforgivable. People just need time to cool their heads and the storm will pass. You have to start forgiving yourselves too..."

Roman:

Blaine’s hand on his face was enough to calm the unrest in his stomach, the tumult of emotion placated by the look in his eyes. Brown eyes gazed into Blaine’s hazel ones, finding solace and peace. He felt grounded, brought back to the awful reality that was laid out in front of him; they had fucked up. Roman turned his cheek, clenching his jaw once Blaine’s hand was removed.

What Blaine was asking was difficult, he had no real connection to the Ghoulies, but he had destroyed peoples homes and families. He wasn’t that type of person. The type of person who thrived on making other people’s lives miserable. He may have been a petty thief, a drug mule, the leader of a gang—but was he a criminal? The answer ricocheted around in his head, a resounding yes floating around in the back of his mind. How could he forgive himself for something of this magnitude? How could he forgive himself for ruining lives? How could he forgive himself when he had fucked up one of the only good things he had going for him—Harper? How could he forgive himself when his own brother was disappointed in him?

“That’s—difficult, Blaine..” Roman ran a hand over his face, “it’s easier said than done. I just want to stop feeling like a bad guy”.

Blaine:

The expression in Roman's eyes melted Blaine from the inside out. He wanted to make his friend feel better. He wanted to lean up and kiss Roman until the sadness faded and the heat they generated distracted them both. But he didn't make a move. Instead, Blaine continued to rest against the larger body, wrapping Roman's arm tighter around him. "You're not a bad guy, Rome. The fact that you feel guilty is proof enough of that. None of you three are bad people. You made mistakes and it's going to be hard for a while but eventually, it'll pass. Ryder and Harper will come around and they'll forgive you. All you can do is learn from this and make sure it doesn't happen again."

Roman:

Roman felt his arm being tugged until it was dangled over Blaine’s shoulder, his fingers hovering just inches from Blaine’s chest. His body craved to touch—to splay his hand across the fabric of the tight t-shirt and feel the muscle of Blaine’s body. He had some restraint; Roman didn’t have any claim on Blaine, Darius did.

Roman knew that Blaine hadn’t forgiven him, but he seemed to be on the road to being able to. He hoped that Harper and Ryder would be able to follow in his example. “I know, B—hey, you never told me why Dare almost broke his hand?”

Blaine:

It was a good thing they were talking about Darius and Harper because the temptation to move to straddle Roman's lap right now was real. Blaine could have almost heard himself moan as he ground his hips down until the man that could be below him came. Or he could move his hand to Roman's thigh, running up the inside until he could feel him through his pants. Anything to feed that carnal desire to have Roman again, to satisfy the curiosity of if their mindblowing sex and tension was a fluke or could just be as toe-curling every time.

But the flames were cooled as Rome asked about his brother. Though, it still didn't stop Blaine from taking Roman's hand with his own, gently toying with his fingers. Blaine was naturally an affectionate person, even platonic touches. "Um..." He paused for a second thinking about Dare's hand and Dare's anger issues. "He punched a mirror. I guess the stress of everything is taking a toll and when he gets too frustrated he has to hit something or he does something self-destructive... like getting drunk in the forest and needing you to bring him back..." He said quietly, turning Roman's hand over and tracing the lines on his palm. "He keeps me on my toes, to say the least, and I always have to make sure my first aid kit is fully stocked."

Roman:

Despite the direction their conversation was going in, Roman felt his posture stiffen; his body reacting to Blaine’s ministrations. He kept his face neutral, trying not to give away to the growing issue that was his arousal. As Blaine spoke, he moved from toying with his fingers to tracing the lines on his palm—a slow tease to Roman, unbeknownst to the other man. His breath hitched, he wasn’t going to be able to hide the shape of him in just his sweatpants. All Roman wanted to do was to rip off Blaine’s clothes and bend him over the arm of the couch. But he had to keep it together. With Blaine still talking about Darius, Roman pulled away from Blaine to lean over the edge of the couch until his fingers grasped at the throw blanket he had tossed there a few days ago. He covered his lower half, muttering a quick apology for interrupting his story. With the blanket on, he was able to discreetly tuck the head of his now mostly hard cock into the waistband of his briefs. “The last thing we need right now is for him to fuck up his other hand,” he was able to say while keeping his cool. He hoped that Blaine was oblivious. “You’re good to him...for him”.

Blaine:

Fingertips gently brushed over every line like he was trying to find some fortune in them or as though Roman's palm could hold the answers Blaine was looking for. But honestly, all he saw in them was the rough callouses of the large hands that had once gripped his ass and wrapped around his dick or fingers that had probed and stretched him open until Blaine was nothing more but a mess begging to be filled. It really wasn't helping to keep his focus off of wanting to have Roman inside of him again and it especially didn't help the heat that was twitching in Blaine's pants. God, this was such a bad idea. Maybe he shouldn't have come here alone like this because if it weren't for the fact that Blaine knew too many people would be hurt, he would already be...

Wait...

His gaze had fallen away from Roman's hand for a second -- just briefly to gather himself and shoo away the very dirty thoughts, when he caught sight of the imprint in Roman's sweats. The Serpent was endowed enough that it was a little hard to miss the hard on and immediately Blaine could feel his stomach twist into knots as a blush settled on his cheeks.

It was almost half a welcomed relief and half a disappointment when the other man pulled away, hiding the obvious and suddenly Blaine forgot how to word. He bit into his lower lip and the thought that if he were single teasing Roman, pushing the boundaries further crossed his mind but he dismissed it as soon as it came with a flood of guilt. "I'm keeping you up, aren't I? And you have to work in the morning. You should go to bed and get some sleep," he said trying to be as casually as possible.

Roman:

With his arousal somewhat contained, Roman gave a sort of noncommittal shrug in lieu of an answer. He did have work in the morning and he did need sleep; construction was such a labor intensive job and he could hurt himself if he wasn’t properly rested. But, he selfishly wanted to keep Blaine around, the weird dance they had going on playing no part. But, just spending time with someone without thinking of the outside world felt nice right about now.

Roman feigned a pout and covered Blaine’s hand with his own, part of him shivering at the contact. “Don’t go.”, he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he stared into whiskey-colored eyes. Eyes that could so easily have him make so many mistakes, that could have him fumbling with zippers and buttons. Eyes that he’s stared into while buried inside Blaine in the most intimate of ways. “Stay. Watch an episode of Queer Eye. It—it’s the one with the Mayor who wears the bad shoes”

Blaine:

God, the way Roman looked at him, with the hand resting over his that sent a shiver down Blaine's spine... He could already feel himself unconsciously leaning in because it would be so easy to have their lips locked together in kisses that could bruise and ignite fires that would burn them up from the inside out. A few inches wasn't that far apart but it might as well have been a distance no man could ever travel. He wanted to have Roman's hand in his hair, pulling his curls and mouth sucking on his skin in places no one would ever see. Bad decisions were made during reckless and spontaneous moments like this, where the desperation was almost too much to bear.

However... Blaine couldn't find the willpower to get up off the couch and put his hoodie back on. He should go home and take a cold shower or masturbate without further pushing his luck. But his body was screaming to be pulled in by a powerful magnetic force until he was impossibly closer to the other man. Did it make him an awful person that for a little while Blaine didn't want to remember there was a world outside of Roman's trailer? For one night could he shut off that part of his head that was always afraid and felt guilt? Maybe. It wasn't like they were doing anything wrong, after all. It was just friends hanging out like he had done with Marley a million times. The only difference is that Marley didn't have a dick that Blaine knew exactly what it tasted like. But still...

Just friends...

Giving himself an answer, Blaine carefully slipped out of his shoes with a nod. "Okay... but..." He shifted on the couch a little as he laid down while pulling the other man down with him. For once he was glad for his compact small stature as it left enough room behind him for Roman without them worrying about falling off as they watched tv. "Lay down, so you least you've got some chance of resting. I don't want to be the reason you break a finger from hammering or anything."

Roman:

There was a moment when Blaine stared back at him where Roman felt like the rest of the world could just fade away. There was nothing else beyond the four walls of his trailer; no broken pact, no burnt down trailer parks, no Harper, no Darius. It was him and Blaine.

He should have felt shamed by the guilt, should have told Blaine that it was best to leave. If anyone saw how they were interacting together, there would be a slew of suspicion. If anyone knew what all had happened between them six months ago—Hell, if anyone saw the texts between them from last week. Roman loved Darius, he was his blood brother, he never wanted to hurt him. Lust shouldn’t have been outweighed by loyalty.

He allowed Blaine to pull him down, intent on keeping his lower half away from the curve of Blaine’s ass. His hand on his own side to keep from wrapping around Blaine’s middle. “Don’t let me keep you—if I fall asleep, I mean”

Blaine:

In the back of his mind, Blaine wondered if he would be putting himself in such a compromising position with anyone else. Roman wasn't the only person he had ever had sex with, he wasn't the only person Blaine had lustful thoughts of or tension with an attraction to -- but for some reason, there was something that kept pulling him in.

Something about their dance around each other that was so powerful that it felt like things between them would always be unresolved. Would it have been the same if they had spent the rest of the Summer getting their fill of each other until the hunger was satiated? Or was it because it was forbidden in a way and so thrilling knowing they shouldn't?

Even before they belonged to other people, there was always that adrenaline tingle and nervous flip of his stomach that said that Rome should be off limits. He had always been Dare's in a way -- his best friend, occasional hookup, a partner in crime -- a territory and place Blaine shouldn't trespass on because it wasn't his to share.

Still... as they lay there, not close enough for his liking, but still close enough to feel the ghost of body heat against his back, Blaine swallowed hard. His breathing was shallow and his heart was racing a million beats a second, blood rushing through his ears with all the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end though Roman wasn't even touching him and Blaine wasn't daring to allow himself to touch either. All he could do was pretend to focus his eyes forward on the show instead of what he really wanted to do, which was push backward until his ass fit into the contour of Roman's body with the hard length pressed into him.

"I'm--- I'll... be okay... staying..."

Roman:

Roman’s mind raced with thoughts pinging around like a pinball machine. He wondered as they watched the television in a stifled silence, what life would be like had he and Blaine not hooked up all those months ago. Would it trigger a chain reaction? An alternate timeline where Roman and Darius never overthrew the Serpents, and he never felt feelings for Harper. What about if he and Blaine had continued their trysts? Where would they be now?

Roman was lost in his head, his eyes unfocused as his thoughts got jumbled around. He couldn’t fixate on what could have been—only on the now. He thought about Harper, the girl who had stolen his heart, but who he hid his feelings from in fear of embarrassment and rejection. They may not have been on speaking terms at the moment, but Roman hoped to change that.

He felt his eyelids grow heavy and even though he knew he shouldn’t, his body shifted in his semi-conscious state and he threw his arm over Blaine’s middle. “Thanks, B,” he said in his half-sleep, a yawn escaping his lips. “S’this okay?”

Blaine:

Feeling the arm wrap around him, their bodies that much closer didn't help relax Blaine at all. The episode on TV might as well have been in Korean or another alien language because nothing made sense as he was too focused on the sound of Roman's breathing. As much as he wanted to roll over, trace his fingers over every feature of the other man's face, the shorter one reminded himself that Roman wasn't his to memorize over and over again or map out with soft touches. They were only one moment of incredible sex and months of what-ifs.

Not that it was all bad because Blaine was deeply in love with Dare. Through all their good times and bad days like today where he felt like he could breakdown, he would always love his twin. And Roman was a good friend, someone he knew he could count on to hold him up during funks like this. Maybe it was better they hadn't burnt out after their Pompeii level explosion of their former entanglement. He couldn't imagine his life without this friendship.

That was enough to soothe his racing pulse and chaotic nerves, at least enough that he could pull Roman's arm tighter around him, pressing back until he could feel Roman's broad chest and muscles. Then Blaine took the taller one's hand again, fingers interlacing. "Harper is lucky to have you... She's good for you and when you two work things out, I'm going to be so glad to see you happy again..." He said slowly, mostly to himself expecting Roman to be asleep already.

Roman:

Roman didn’t expect to fall asleep so quickly; he wasn’t usually comfortable when lying on the couch for longer than an hour or so, but with Blaine’s hand in his, he felt himself sinking deeper into the cushions. His torso was pressed to Blaine’s back, his nipple ring brushing over the fabric of the t-shirt as his eyes fought to stay open. He heard Blaine mention Harper, setting a mental reminder to apologize to her yet again—to set things right. He hummed in agreement to whatever Blaine was saying, just content in this position, and within seconds was asleep.

It wasn’t until his internal body clock went off at around 6am that Roman woke up. During the night, he and Blaine had gotten close, perhaps too close. His head was lolled to the side, in the crook of Blaine’s shoulder, his body covering at least half of the smaller man’s. His cock was pressed deliciously into the crease of Blaine’s thigh, rock hard and wanting and he muttered a curse under his breath. Fuck

Blaine:

It was easy to find comfort with Roman's arm wrapped around his middle and easy to give into the warmth that collected between their body. After Blaine grabbed the remote from where it had fallen on the floor, turning off the TV and collecting the throw blanket that Roman had used before to cover them, he was able to cuddle into the other man. But sleep didn't come quite as fast for him as it had for the other. Especially not when he could feel the hot, steady breath on the back of his neck that made goosebumps collect in flocks.

It should have been innocent enough, just friends cuddling and something they both probably needed right now but Blaine's body apparently didn't get the memo of it being strictly platonic. All the desire they danced around, the tortuous craving to touch and be near him was making Blaine's body betray him, blood rushing into his pants. It also didn't help that the trailer was uncomfortably warm, making him have to strip off his shirt at some point and causing their bare torsos to touch.

What he wouldn't give to just roll over and trace his lips or even simply his fingers over every freckle, connecting them like constellations or pathways to destinations he had traveled to before but was yearned to visit once more. Maybe leaving behind tiny souvenirs that would fade over time, like carvings in a tree as proof that he was once there, in case he could never return again. Somehow, though, he managed to find sleep and it was a peaceful, restful sleep. Though somewhere inside, Blaine knew it we almost time to get up and get ready for work, his alarm should be going off soon. But he was too satisfied to even want to wake up. He was encompassed by the weight of a body on top of him, making him feel protected and safe with his arms the other one tightly. Being under Dare, feeling his hard cock presses into him and knowing his twin couldn't even stand to be separated or too far away even while they slept was always the best feeling.

Blaine wrapped his arms tighter around the larger body, shifting a little and pushed his hips up in a way that rubbed his own morning wood against the thigh. Morning sex was always good. Lazy touches and sleepy kisses, slow thrusting and drawn out pleasures until Blaine was afraid he was going to be late for work. Forcing himself to try to wake up more, ready to splay his hands over the muscular back and move to the front, it was then that everything came back to him in a haze. He had spent the night at Roman's... They had fallen asleep on the couch and the body on his own... the erection pressed into him wasn't Dare. Oh no... it would be awkward if he tried to move now so instead Blaine kept pretending to be asleep.

Roman:

In a perfect world, Roman would have no qualms with using Blaine to get off. Their touches would be welcoming rather than forbidden, their kisses heated as if they couldn’t get enough of each other. He would be able to just shuck his sweatpants down and rub against Blaine in such a way that would have them seeing stars behind their eyelids, bliss exploding between them in a hot and sticky mess.

He was put in an impossible position, lying on top of Blaine, the head of his cock leaking against the fabric of his sweatpants. Sparks slowly ignited in his core, the small upward thrusts from Blaine causing him to suppress a moan by biting his lip. He could feel the shape of Blaine through his pants, hard and wanting against his thigh. He noticed that Blaine’s shirt had been missing, their torsos flush against the other’s, copping it up to the heat of the night.

Blaine must’ve been having an interesting dream, Roman obliging him for only a minute before the brevity of the situation hit. He eased himself off the smaller framed man and stood up, pressing the heel of his palm into the angry hard-on boned up in his sweats as his eyes gazed over the object of his lust.

He snuck into the bathroom, having to get ready for the day, his work week just about to end. He stepped out of his sweatpants, his cock bouncing up and hitting his belly, twitching with genuine interest. He started the water, getting under the spray and taking himself in hand while desperately trying not to jerk himself off to images of Blaine. He just had to breathe.

Blaine:

There was a ting of guilt for just a moment over the fact that Blaine's hard dick was pressed against someone and it wasn't Darius. And there was enough more guilt over the fact that all he could think about in that very moment was reaching between them and letting his hand slid into Roman's sweats until they were a pile of messy and sticky limbs tangled together.

It was a relief when the weight was off of him and Blaine heard the door to what he assumed was the bedroom or bathroom close. But it also made him pout because he was missing the warmth of having Roman pressed so close. But it was finally then that he could sit up and look down at his lap. Right there, shifted to the left was an unmistakable erection. Oh dear God, Roman must have felt that it was impossible not to miss the obvious bulge. Sighing to himself, Blaine pressed the heel of his palm against his groin, biting his lower lip to hold back a grown. It was the opposite of trying to will it away like he had wanted and it got worse when he heard the shower start.

Images of Roman naked and fully hard under a stream of hot water filled his imagination, making Blaine's cock throb. He needed to leave... Oh God this was the worst time to be asking for space from Dare because all he wanted was to see his twin before work and help get a release from the heat and lust coiling like vines around his entire body. For the briefest moment, Blaine even considered taking matters into his own hands right then and there but he quickly dismissed that as it would be wrong.

And he really didn't even really have much time before it sounded like the water was shutting off. Damn. In a panic, Blaine quickly laid back down, shutting his eyes hoping it didn't even look like he had moved at all.

Roman:

Roman was surprised by his willpower; despite his aching erection that was begging for sweet release, he was able to refrain from getting himself off to images of Blaine. The man who had been pressed into him with an erection rivaling his own in hardness. The man who Roman had issues forgetting about over the summer, that had him itching to find a similar connection. He wouldn’t do it—it wouldn’t be fair to Darius. It wouldn’t be fair to Harper. It wouldn’t be fair to Blaine, or even himself.

For that reason, he didn’t want to spend much time in the shower, taking away the opportunity to get himself off. As he shampooed his hair, Roman’s cock slowly made its way to a half hard state, not taking too kindly to being ignored. He was able to soap up without the slight perk of interest and upon rinsing off, he found his would-be erection manageable. Once he was finished, Roman turned the water off and toweled down, wrapping the towel around his waist before opening the door.

He peeked his head out the door frame to find Blaine still asleep, and for a brief moment, Roman wondered if his friend was still hard. He shook the thought out of his head, focused solely on going through his normal routine. He walked from the bathroom into the bedroom, just the next door over, and grabbed his work clothes out of his dresser. Boxer briefs, jeans, and his orange Hudson Construction tee were laid out on the bed.

He dropped his towel, forgetting that the door was open, his ass in view of Blaine, had the other man opened his eyes. He took the black briefs and turned as he slid them on, giving a full frontal view of his goods. Roman adjusted his semi in the briefs before pulling his jeans on one leg at a time. It was then that Roman took to check his phone, letting out an audible gasp when he saw the number of messages and their content. 43 missed messages—Franco was missing. “Fuck”, he cursed, hitting the door frame before wincing at remembering Blaine asleep on the couch.

Blaine:

There was a sinful part of Blaine that wondered; if he got up right now and went into the shower with Roman, how would that end. With his hand wrapped around the erection he had felt pressed into him, would the Serpent have him pinned against the wall until Blaine was begging for more or would he be turned away in rejection? No one would have to know and it could be kept between them -- just like their Summer fling. If no one knew, no one could get hurt.

Except... the part of Blaine that knew what was right and what was wrong, was immediately flooded with shame at the thought. Harper was a good person and Dare was the love of his life, they didn't deserve that kind of betrayal. Roman didn't deserve to carry around another secret like that either. It was bad enough they were keeping their tryst from the party from everyone.. Well, almost everyone because Blaine had told Marley about it. He confided everything in his best friend, even the accidental nude but not the fact that he still had such a lingering attraction towards his brother's best friend. That was something he kept purely to himself and for his private moments when he'd allow himself to indulge in those desires.

Blaine was pulled out of his thoughts at the sound of movement from the bathroom to the other room. Daring to peek open an eye, he regretted that instantly because what his gaze was met with didn't at all help the heat flooding his pants. In fact, the sight of Roman's naked body, made him ache and throb even harder. Every inch of muscles and tanned skin, semi-hard dick as well as places Blaine's hand and mouth had been only once before; on display tempting him into giving in to his lustful impulses.

Oh dear God...

Blaine had sat up and was ready to pounce, satisfying the need to ride his friend until they both buckled and collapsed exhausted. But the sound of Roman cursing and hitting the door frame, scared the shorter male so much, fearing that he had been caught, he had fallen off the couch with a hard thump. Staring with wide eyes, a dozen apologies crafted on the tip of his tongue, ready to beg for forgiveness but all Blaine could do was stare.

Roman:

Roman read through the influx of messages on his phone, one hand nervously running over the nape of his neck as he finally typed out a response to Darius. He had no excuse other than he was in his own feelings, the guilt already starting to prod at him. He had taken it upon himself to hide away from the world, and it all turned to shit anyway. What he had forgotten in those two minutes was that he wasn’t alone.

A loud thump had his head jerking up and his heart pounding in his chest. Blaine. Fuck. Roman padded over towards the couch, his pants unbuttoned and slung low on his hips, his shirt still lying on the bed. He peered over the couch and outstretched his arm for the other man to take, “Sorry. I forgot you were still here and I woke up to not so great news.”

Blaine:

Here it was coming. Roman was heading his way and every sound of the footsteps of the other man, caused Blaine's heart to race. Any second now, he was going to look down at the still shirtless shorter male, and tell him that he was flattered by the fact that Blaine would creep on him but it was weird. Not to mention that it was highly inappropriate, all things considered. However, when Roman offered his hand and started talking, a flood of relief washed over him and finally, Blaine let out a breath he didn't even know he had. "Oh..."

With a gaze forcefully focused on Roman's face, Blaine pulled himself up off the floor, not allowing for the help because, to be honest, he didn't trust himself. He didn't trust himself to have that skin to skin contact, without his body betraying him again -- it still wasn't even all the way gone, especially now that he was eye level with the taller one's chest now. "Oh!" He echoed, remembering his shirt and quickly grabbing it from the floor, turning around to put it back on. "Is everything okay? Is it Darius? Did he do..." Blaine cut off mid-sentence, in a panic looking for his phone. If his brother was hurt, he'd have messages too.

Roman:

Roman used his upper body strength to pull Blaine up to a standing position. Their chests brushing against each other’s and their lips just ghosted over their cheeks, able to hear their breath from how close they were. The moment lingered for only a fraction of a second before it shattered like a mirror, Roman watching as Blaine frantically grabbing for his shirt. “Hey. Blaine”, Roman interjected, trying to shake loose whatever thoughts that were going through his friend’s mind.

“Darius is fine”, he added, placing a gentle hand on Blaine’s forearm. He didn’t want to alarm him by telling Blaine the news that Franco had gone missing; he had already promised Darius that he would take the day off and go searching in Ghoulie territory with Julian. But, he needed to gather his wits about him first. “Before you run out of here...eat something, will you?”, he asked, motioning towards the kitchen. “I gotta run out soon to help your brother so I can’t whip anything up, but like, cereal at the very least?”

Blaine:

It was a natural instinct that when there was Serpent trouble, Blaine's worst thought went automatically to Dare being hurt. It felt like his twin could never stay out of trouble and it seemed to only getting worse with age. Of course, when his phone didn't show any texts or missed calls it was obvious it wasn't Dare

But... the gentle touch of Roman's hand on his forearm - the warmth of fingertips on bare skin - it sent waves of nostalgia of hot summer nights, made only hotter by naked bodies pressed together in lustful passion. It shuddered through him like ripples on a still pond surface and it was hard now to stop the gravitational force pulling him once again into Roman's orbit.

There was always moral lines Blaine was never willing to cross -- cheating being very high on that list but it was hard to remember his scruples when whiskey-colored eyes were on him like that. Not when his friend was still shirtless, pants undone and the history there. God, there was only so much willpower even a good man like him could have. Every part of him wanted to say yes, and have an excuse to linger longer, just to bask in the Serpent but Blaine knew they were already pushing it too far.

Bringing up his free hand, Blaine placed it on Rome's cheek with a soft, if not smile that conveyed how much he really didn't want to go but... Allowing one last indulgence, he pushed up a little on his toes to press a kiss on the opposite cheek. "I need to go," he said in a voice thick with meaning and underline desire before falling back flat on his feet and taking a step back. "And you have something important to do anyway. Serpent business and all that."

Roman:

Roman let out a small breath, his eyes fluttering shut as Blaine kissed him on the cheek. His stomach flipped and his fists clenched, Roman craving the connection that they shared the night previous. With Harper and Ryder being distant, the closeness between Blaine and him had Roman itching for more of that positive human contact. But, he understood where Blaine was coming from and he appreciated him not digging any deeper.

“Thanks again, B”, he whispered, hoping he was conveying the right message. Hoping that Blaine understood how grateful he was for being there for him as a friend. Partially grateful that they hadn’t crossed that line. “Text me later then”

Blaine:

Blaine would always love Darius more than life itself. They would always be two halves of a whole and they would always be soul mates and there would never be someone who fit Blaine so completely -- But there would always be a lingering question in the back of his head about Roman. The greatest 'what-if' hanging around the edges of his mind, every time his thoughts dared to venture in his friend's direction. This whole encounter hadn't done much to ease those curiosities either.

Maybe it was better that they never knew? It was something Fate had planned for them? They were only meant just to be quick flames, that gave each other some light and heat in a time they needed it, before they found the hearths to make their homes.

Gathering his things and pulling his hoodie back on, Blaine took one second more to smile fondly at the Serpent he had been glad to know on so many levels. "You have a lot of people who care about you and a lot of people who are still mad at you, that need time to forgive you, so be safe out there," he said as he turned to leave the trailer, a little more than glad to finally be out of Roman's magnet pull. For the first time all night and morning, it felt like Blaine's heart and hormones weren't racing a mile a minute.

But even as he an Uber home, he still couldn't stop thinking about the feeling of the others cheek against his lips, fingers on his skin, erections pressed into each other and all the what-ifs they could have had in another life.

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