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“So, Dean, you coming out tonight?”
Dean got asked that by his best friend Seth Rollins every Friday night, and every Friday night for the past three years he'd tell him the same answer… which was absolutely, irrevocably, astoundingly… no. He never felt the need to put himself out there, be noticed or be seen despite living in Miami. So, when Seth asked him to come out with him, Dean was already prepared to tell Seth no again. It wasn't that he didn't want to go out with Seth per se, it was just that Seth was… how could Dean put this nicely….
A stripper.
Dean found that out when he moved in with him three years ago. Seth was looking for a roommate and Dean was looking to forget yet another failed relationship with his abuse ex so he moved down to Miami, Florida, for a fresh new, start. He met Seth two days after staying in a cheap motel, and they've been roommates and best friends ever since.
Dean loved Seth but he didn't want to get involved in any of his business. Seth was one of the most premiere strippers in town like… the most well known and the most hardened. He thought men were trash, and he made tons of his own money but never spent any of it. He had guys willing to do anything for him at a drop of a dime but Seth never seriously dated any of them. His motto was a direct quote from Lil Kim herself, “Why spend mine, when I can spend yours.”
Dean happened to be the exact opposite, he worked in a library in town, and made a modest living. He didn't date anyone and kept to himself. It was better that way. He moved from New York City to Miami to get away from his ex and all that he was put through, and Seth only knew the half of it.
“I'm gonna have to pass on that one,” Dean said back while reading, “You have fun though. Try not to stay out too late.”
“Dean, come on,” Seth grabbed the book from him, causing Dean to look up at him with a smile, “I know why you don't go out,” He sat down next to him, “I hear you screaming in your sleep still. I get that you're scared, and I also get why. That bastard put you through a lot but it's been three long years. He hasn’t tried to find you, and he isn't going to find you.” Dean looked down at that, “Besides, don't you wanna know what it's like for a rich man to wine and dine you? To take care of you, even if it's just for one night?”
“I don't know,” Dean shook his blond head, “I never had a rich guy even look in my direction. I don't even know how… to be sexy.” Dean took off his glasses and smiled at his friend, “You are… like so hot, you are just walking sex.. and I'm just… me.”
“Dean, do you realize that guys hit on you at the library all the time? Like, example, I came to take you to lunch the other day and there was this hottie who was legit flirting with you and you didn't pick up on any of the signs!” Seth pushed some of Dean's hair back, “You're hot, and you're cute, and more than the words that monster told you, you are sexy and you deserve at least one night where you get your dick wet by a rich guy. You don't even have to see him again if you don't want to. All you gotta do is try.”
Dean was never one for pep talks except for the one he told himself the night he packed all his shit and left an abusive relationship, but there was something about Seth hyping him up and telling him that he was actually good looking that Dean needed right now. “Okay,” Dean said confidently, and completely out of character. “I'll go but… I'll need something to wear. I don't really have anything that screams I wanna pull a rich man. ”
“Don't you worry your pretty little head about that babe,” Seth smirked, “I got you covered.”
Slippery Nightclub, 11pm
Slippery was Miami’s hottest gay stripclub/night life scene in town. Seth was the featured dancer tonight so as soon as they got there, he reserved a V.I.P section for Dean, and left backstage to get dressed. Dean was given drinks in a flash and velvet ropes so no one would come in his section. It was all so new but it kinda felt good. He sat by himself for awhile, sipping on something bright, sweet and packed with alcohol when.. Dean noticed a guy staring at him. At first, Dean thought no way he could he be staring because well this guy was kinda hot… not kinda… really hot.
Dean never went for pretty guys. He loved the rocker types, with the tattoos and bad attitudes, but this guy, in the silver and black accented versace suit was smiling at Dean. He didn't really know what to do next. Seth prepped him on how to deal with guys who come up to him in the car on the way to the club, but the guy was just… staring. He looked up and saw him smile at Dean, so he smiled back, gently. He was planning on making his way over towards him but before he could, Dean got up abruptly, and ran to the back where Seth was.
“DUDE…” Dean called out for Seth but was stopped quickly by a huge security guard. “SETH!” Dean shouted to get his attention. Seth looked up from dressing and saw Dean being held back by the security guard.
“It's okay Tony,” Seth said to the guard, “You can let him in.” The guy nodded and finally let Dean go. He gave the guy an evil stare then came inside and closed the door. “Okay what's going on, Dean? Are you okay?”
“No, okay, I'm not I need help. I was just sitting there alone, sipping my drink, then there was a guy out there, staring at me for awhile.. and I think he was coming over to talk to me.” Dean said as he watched Seth put on his little cowboy outfit.
“Okay, and? That's why you came right? To meet a guy?”
“Yes but this guy is hot like too hot for me like… out of my league hot like.. hot and muscular, but… also hot.” Dean was in shambles, pacing back and forth, “What do I do?”
“First of all,” Seth held both of his arms to get him to stop pacing, “You need to calm down. Secondly, remember what I told you, act confident. These guys love the chase. Act almost… unavailable and uninterested and soon you'll have whatever you desire... now,” He pushed Dean towards the door, “Go back out there, and do exactly what I'm telling you and by the end of the night, you'll be riding millionaire dick.” Seth smiled and pushed him out the door, leaving Dean to walk back out there by himself.
He came back out and looked around to see if the guy with the kind brown eyes was still around but he wasn't. Fuck. Dean sighed. He was gone. It was just his luck to find a guy he was beyond attracted to only for him to lose said guy in the sea of old, rich men.
“Gentlemen, it’s now time, for the man you've all been waiting for. You all love him, the one, the only, The Architect.”
Dean watched the lights dim and Seth hit the stage. All eyes were permanently on him… from the men to the waiters, he had everyone entranced. Dean smiled as the music played and Seth began his sexy, sultry dance.
He decided to go get himself a drink while everyone was watching then he figured he'd call it a night and just go home. He knew Seth had his best intentions at heart and honestly after three years of hiding, Dean needed tonight. But maybe that was all he needed. He went to the bar, and sat down, and asked the bartender for a whiskey. She told him that one was coming right up, Dean smiled happily, and turned to watch Seth when…
“Can I buy that for you?”
Dean looked over at the sound of a man’s voice and that's when he saw him. The hot, sexy, cute guy from earlier. He thought he was hot from far away but up close, goddamn, he was even hotter. Still hot enough for Dean to question why he was even talking to him, but he remembered what Seth told him, to act confident, and almost nonchalant and unavailable. Dean could do that… maybe… fuck he was just so hot.
“I don't know… can you?” Dean said back confidently with a small smile. The guy smiled back, and came closer, telling the bartender to put the drinks on his tab.
“Apparently I can,” he said, as he sat next to Dean, “You're a hard cookie to get a hold of. I was staring at you for while then you just left. But I'm glad you're here now, so tell me, what's your name, cutie?”
“What would Seth say?” Dean asked himself, he would say something witty, charming, and dickish, “What.. do you want my name to be?” Dean could barely convince himself of the words coming out of his mouth. It sounded so fake… he really didn't like it.. but Seth told him that was the only way to keep guys like this interested.
“Well, I'm hoping it's your actual name,” the guy said back, “So many guys here give out fake information. Ha. How about I start, I'm Roman, and you are?”
“I'm…” Dean knew Seth wouldn't want him to tell this guy his real name, and normally Dean shied away from all men and has for the past three years, but there was something about this one, something about this guy that made Dean feel… he couldn't really describe it. Maybe it was his face, his body… or his very kind brown eyes. Maybe it was all of it but… Dean was hooked. “I'm Dean,” He finally said shyly, running his hands through his blond hair.
“Well, Dean, can I just say that I think you're really beautiful.”
Dean smiled, his dimples peering out in front of this guy. God, either he was a really good player, or he was really interested in Dean because he looked at him like he wanted nobody else in the club, which was weird because Seth was on stage and everybody loved Seth.
“I bet you say that to all the guys,” Dean tried flirting, but he felt like a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher.
Fuck.
Why was he 25 with butterflies?
What kind of demon was this guy?
“Do you see me talking to any other guys?” He stated matter of factly, and Dean softly shook his head no. “That's right,” he came closer to Dean, crowding his personal space and for some reason, Dean liked it, “I don't need to because I'm already talking to the hottest guy here… and I want him to agree to go on a date with me. Do you think he'd want to go on a date with me?”
Dean couldn't stop blushing, “Um.. I.. I think he'd say definitely… I.. I mean, he'd say yes to that date, and he'd give you his phone number so you could call him.”
“I'd be more than happy to get your phone number.” The two men both smiled at each other, and that's when Dean took out his Iphone 7 so he could take down Roman's number. “Wait.. what's that?” Roman asked, “Is that an IPhone?”
“Uh, yeah it's the 7,” Dean smiled when Roman started laughing, “Don't laugh, I'm not eligible for an upgrade yet.”
“I promise not to laugh anymore… here.” He put his number in Dean's phone and handed it back to him, “Text me your address, I'll set something up and pick you up some time next week. Oh and… I think you should definitely bring a swimsuit.” Roman gave Dean a soft kiss on the cheek that had Dean wanting to suck his dick right then and there, “See you soon, beautiful.” He whispered it in his ear, and then he walked right out of the door.
Later on that night, Dean was on air waiting outside the club for Seth. He couldn't stop smiling. He texted Roman his address and he didn't expect him to answer so fast but he told Dean that he couldn't wait to see him next Friday. He put his phone away the same time Seth finally walked out of the club with his stuff. They got in the car waiting for Seth outside and the driver sped off towards their apartment.
“So…” Seth began to say as he looked at Dean, “Tell me what happened after you left, did you end up blowing the guy? Or at least getting his phone number?”
“Um yeah, I did,” Dean blushed, “Got his phone number... not blow him," He giggled, "He wants to take me out.. on a date some time next Friday. He um.. told me to bring a swimsuit. I don't even know what that means.”
“It means you're getting fucked soon, in either his hot tub, pool, or in the ocean. I hope you douche before hand,” Seth smirked at his friend, “What's this guy's name anyway?”
“His name is Roman. I didn't get a last name yet, unfortunately.”
“OH MY GOD!” Seth grabbed both of Dean’s hands and forced his entire body towards him, “Roman… as in Roman Reigns, real estate?” Dean shrugged, “Dean oh my god, he owns like… half of Miami. He's definitely Mr. Money bags. His dad died last year and Roman inherited EVERYTHING, 1.1 billion dollars to be exact and counting. He was in the closet for years but I always expected he was a raging mo. My gaydar never lies and as it turns out I was right because he came out as soon as daddy died and now he loves spending his money on cute younger guys. Dean, oh my god, you did so well! In a month you'll have everything you want and all you have to do is sleep with Mr. Money bags once or twice.”
“Can you stop calling him that?” Dean said, pulling his hands away.
“Why? That's what he is. Money. That's why I invited you tonight. So you can get yourself a sugar daddy...:” Seth smiled, “... and have some fun.”
“I know but.. I don't know how to.. use someone for money. Besides, that's not who I am. He was actually sweet to me and he had the kindest eyes so maybe.. don't need his money….”
“Oh my god, listen to yourself, will you grow up?” Seth yelled at him, “Remember why we're doing this, Dean. That asshole Gavin, took seven long years away from your life. Using you, abusing you, hurting you…to the point where you ran. Now don't you think it's time for the universe to pay you back?” Dean didn't know how to answer. “Exactly. So if you want my advice, and you should want it since I'm an expert… all you need to know is the motto. You fuck him, suck him, get your money then leave.. and whatever you do… do not fall in love with him. Got it?”
Dean didn't know what to say, because apart of him knew Seth was right. His last relationship ended when Dean realized he was either gonna die or leave. He had no idea what real love truly was and who was to say that Seth was wrong for how he dealt with men. Dean needed to stay focused and do what his friend suggested. No matter what he wasn't going to fall in love with him.
He wasn't going to fall in love with Roman Reigns.
“I got it.” Dean replied, “Suck him, fuck him, get the money, then leave him.”
“Good,” Seth said, pleased that Dean understood. He smiled and grabbed at his friend, bringing in him for a tight hug, “I knew you'd understand and in the end Dean, trust me.. you will be thanking me.” he gave him a playful kiss on the cheek…
“Welcome to my world.”