2 Fast 2 Furious fic
When he laid eyes on Blondie for the first time in many years feelings he swore were gone flooded his chest almost buckling his knees and making him cuss up a storm as he stomped off the dirt track. He may have been in a head lock, but with Blondieās legs wrapped around him like that as he tried to beat the shit out of his side made things awaken in Roman that heād thought heād not have to deal with again since jail. He remembered a time when those legs wrapped around him for different reasons. A time when sure he may have thought himself a badass mother fucker but at least Blondie was always there to calm him down and ground him. That was a time when he thought he knew what it was to be in love and be loved. Then Blondie became a Pig. Became the enemy. Outside of Customs when Blondie bitched at him there was a point that Rome thought for certain Blondie might deck him. Instead he just told him to go home. There was no way in hell he was going home. He just didnāt like the idea of being there. He didnāt trust people with a badge. But he was invested now. No way heād let Brian have all the fun. Fuentes got into Brianās car and Rome wanted to slam into the back of that yellow P.O.S. He wanted to stomp his gas and just ram the shit out of that car. But Blondie was in it. And he didnāt want to hurt Blondie. Not like that. That could kill a man and that man was his. Stupid fucker was back in his life and he wasnāt losing him again. The race was cake! He and Brian were perfect! As always. No matter the issues you couldnāt lose ease like that. Yeah sure he got Brian mad at him but hey, he had a point. Blondie was packinā too (in more ways than one if memory served). And hey when Brian had told him to āput his blouse back onā and Rome called him a hater- well if that didnāt boost his ego to know Brian still looked at him, then he didnāt know what else would. Heād let his mark go? What happened? The look in Brianās eyes when he told Rome to drop it told Roman all heād needed to know. Rome may be his first love, but Blondie had let himself make that leap again. And well, could he really fault Brian for it? Roman had been in jail and Brian had been a cop- living his own life. He had every right to find someone else. Hell Roman had spent every minute of every day between then and that day at the Derby swearing that he hated Blondie. Brian was entitled. Didnāt mean it didnāt hurt to know it. It felt good to joke with Brian again but what was even better was the way it felt to have Brainās arms come around him from behind. Sure it was just to get his attention and jokingly keep him out of trouble but the instinct to reach up and take Brianās hand in his own again, even for one second was bliss. Maybe when it was all said and done heād try again. Make it right and take that responsibility that Brian had spoken of. Yeah. When it was over. Tej was a pretty awesome brothaā. His girl Suki was pretty cool too. An artistic girl like that with a crafty guy like Tej would make for a killer team. He liked them right off. It was good for Brian to have friends so far from home. He needed people he could go to when shit got bad. He was thankful for Brian asking about the cot but it killed him to say what he did. He knew on the outside he needed to keep up the appearance of still not trusting Brian but it was killing him and tearing him apart on the inside. Fuck he hated that he still loved Brian. They got their cars. Roman wasnāt afraid to admit that there was a point in all of it that he was straight up scared to hell that they wouldnāt get the cars. He was terrified. He really wanted that orange one. But Brian pulled it out, man. No doubt about it. Brian was a crazy ass white boy that new his cars and knew how to handle them. Rome shoulda known better than to be afraid. He got his orange car. And they left Fabio and Fonzy to walk home. You couldnāt get better than that. Well you could. But Roman was willing to wait for now. It was the rat thing. It just had his skin crawling. Roman felt as if he was going to puke. He didnāt know how Brian managed to keep a straight face through that. But oddly enough that wasnāt what really bothered Rome about the whole thing at the club. No. What really bothered him was the way Brian seemed to be all about Monica. Miss Fuentes. She was hot, yeah. But that didnāt mean she could step all up on Romanās turf. Well too bad Brian didnāt know he was Romanās turf again. That was too damned close for comfort! Rome still didnāt know why sheād been in Brianās boat house! Blondie had said she was there to warn them, but heād lay down a few hundred that said if Veroneās goons hadnāt shown up sheādāve been there for a little more than that. Rome really needed to do something about that. But right then it was still too hard to let Brian know he was forgiven. Even if it was for something that wasnāt his fault. Roman had never seen Brian so terrified. When Rome had a gun pointed at his head he could see Brian from the corner of his eye and the look not only on his face but in his eyes said that losing Roman again wasnāt something he was willing to live with. Maybe Brian did know who he belonged toā¦ They had their heart to heart. Finally. Roman let it all out. He got it all off his chest and told Brian he was forgiven. It hadnāt been his fault. Rome finally took his responsibility. And he also let slip a few other things. Things that heād never thought heād feel again were spoken of. He told Brian how he felt then and still. As he told Brian everything he found himself praying like hell that Blondie felt the same. Or at least let him down easy. What he hadnāt expected was the mauling of his face. But damn if it hadnāt felt good to have Blondie in his arms like that again.
