Finding Home || bxb

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But instead, I found myself staring at Roman. I was allowed to. He was mine.

He just wore black. Black trousers, black short sleeve button up left completely unbuttoned to reveal a black wife-beater (how I hate that name for an item of clothing), and black trainers. It was plain, but somehow on Roman it looked perfect. He'd styled his hair and a cross earring I hadn't seen before dangled in one of his ears where there was usually a small silver hoop that hugged his earlobe closely. And, I realised with a pinprick of satisfaction, the pieces of his clothing, the way he had styled them, matched my own. Side by side, how could we not look like a matching pair?

"You look amazing," he said his eyes trained on me.

"Thank you," I replied. "So do you." I walked closer and enveloped my arms around his neck and kissed him, his hands at my hips.

"Am I allowed to tell Dahlia she looks good too, or will you kill us both in a jealous rage?" Roman asked when we pulled away a short while later.

At first, I was reminded of our first encounter in which I found out Roman had always thought my friend to be pretty, but it was a short and fleeting thought that I pushed into the back of my mind and locked away. The insecurity might always be there, but I didn't have to let it consume me. Roman and Dahlia both were my best friends, and if not for the fact that Dahlia was only interested in women, I knew that, regardless, without a doubt that these two people would never betray me in such a way. There was a surety to it that felt tethered to my heart in my great trust and adoration for Roman and Dahlia.

"I can just relay the message for you. You don't wanna risk me getting into a jealous rage just in case," I said.

"That's true," Roman replied before I turned around and told Dahlia that we both thought she looked amazing.

"Thank you," she said blushing. She'd always felt awkward under the gaze of a compliment unless she just so happened to be flirting with a girl that she found attractive. "I plan to get laid tonight so I figured I'd put some effort in. For the same reason, don't worry about making sure I come home with you guys."

"You sure Dahl?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm not going home with a man. The chances of me being murdered go down a lot by that fact alone," she said.

"True. But text us okay. Let us know when you're leaving and who with and leave your location on," Roman replied voicing my very thoughts. My boyfriend was so perfect.

"Okay dad," Dahlia said sarcastically, but I knew she appreciated our concern.

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Later we found ourselves at Keaton's.

I was surprised to find everyone had gotten me a gift. Charlie had already given me his earlier, so I sat there and opened everyone else's, half buzzed from downing some drink someone made for me. We had to walk past Roman's house on the way to the station to get to London where the club was, so I was going to drop all the gifts off there on the way. We'd already stopped off at his before coming to Keaton's where I left a bag of things for me in the morning as I was going to be staying with Roman tonight.

My friends all got me an assortment of random little things. There was a snow globe with a shoe in it from Nate which had been the weirdest one of them all. He was here with his girlfriend, Alissa, who had wanted to come clubbing, I'd met her a couple times now. She was pretty with her hair styled proudly as an afro and a dress of gold kissing her skin and brightening her sharp features. She told me she'd told Nate the show globe was probably one of the weirdest things he could have gotten me, which had supposedly made the decision for him as he bought it immediately after.

Arwyn's gift was maybe my favourite out of them all, as in out of this group of amazing friends I had made, but it was also kind of a stupid gift and it made me laugh when I opened it. It was a spider man colouring book, of all things. I laughed and hugged him in thanks as he was right beside me, and when I pulled back Roman placed his hand on my thigh like he was claiming me. He didn't do anything annoying or rude with his possessiveness, so I actually found it pretty hot that he did all these little things to remind everyone, mainly Arwyn, that I was his. Which reminded me.

"Charlie," I called to my foster brother. By technical terms he was just the son of the family I lived with now as I was technically no longer in care, but I'd already decided he would always be a brother to me.

"Yeah mate," Charlie replied.

"I did it! He's my boyfriend now," I said. I wanted everyone to hear, but it was directed at Charlie.

"Oh damn, you really are gay," Keaton said toward Roman, his best friend.

"Bi, dipshit," Roman said close enough that he could kick Keaton from where we were all gathered on Keaton's large bedroom floor.

"That's pretty gay," Keaton replied making everyone laugh, all of us definitely tipsy by now.

"Mmm, wait I finally get to do the big brother speech now that I'm actually older than a foster sibling who just got a partner," Charlie said. Not everyone was paying attention, but he made sure Roman was. "Basically, the gist of it is, if you hurt him, I'll kill you but not before cutting of your balls, boiling them as you watch and making you eat them."

"Jesus Christ Charlie," I said cringing at the thought of anyone doing that to my balls.

"Yeah, uhh I'd prefer if I didn't have to go through that, so I'll try not to hurt him on purpose," Roman said, clearly carefully wording his response, when Charlie didn't break out in a laugh only to push that he was completely serious about his threat.

"Good, then we're calm," was all Charlie said before he went back to drinking.

"So," Roman whispered in my ear. "Dahlia's not the only one looking to get laid tonight."

"What?" I said turning to look at him in the split second he had uttered those words. "Do you mean...?"

"That I wanna sleep with my boyfriend?" he said. I loved the way he called me his boyfriend. "Of course I do."

He wanted, to sleep with me? Oh fuck. The thought of him inside had me already hardening and I was glad I still had a lap full of wrapping paper and presents to hide it.

"Fuck."

"That's what I'd like to do, yeah," Roman said teasing.

"Fuck yeah. Oh my God, I can't wait. But we have to," I said dejected. "We'll be drunk. I don't want our first time, your first with a guy, to be while drunk. What if we're so drunk, we forget it even happened. And I wanna remember every fucking detail."

Roman just smiled. "Alright then. Not tonight. Though if you think I won't make you cum on your birthday somehow, you're sorely mistaken. But we can save the fucking for the next time one of us stays over and neither of us are drunk, or hungover. Yeah?"

"Yeah," I replied happily.

"I only caught a few words from that but I'm gonna need a stronger drink," Naya said from nearby. I blushed at knowing she heard some of that, which was way more than she ever needed to hear, but Roman just laughed and asked her to make him a drink too.

And then, we found ourselves, all of us, at the station. Then we were on the train, and off the train in a cluster of chatter and laughter, and then we were in line for the club, and then we were inside.

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