Dean stared at Dylan, his smile turning into something of a wide grin at Dylan’s stumbling words as he opened the cooler and described the drinks. He had to admit, the effort Dylan had gone to was astounding and Dean eagerly crawled forwards on the mattress, sliding over to the cooler to look through the bottles. He’d never had wine before because he rarely drank for pleasure; he usually only drank alcohol that would get him drunk fast due to his job. He glanced at the champagne bottle and decided on that, grinning up at Dylan. “What about some of the bubbly? To celebrate my first ever date.” He paused before amending, “Our first date.” But only then did he realize how horribly couply that had sounded and he cleared his throat and looked down, rummaging around in the cooler for a cork screw, hoping to hide his embarrassment. When he found one he fixed it to the bottle and popped it open easily enough. Not bothering with glasses he took a swig from the bottle and shuffled back up to the top of the mattress where Dylan had joined him and placed the bottle down between them so they could share. The kiss to his temple was also somewhat of a surprise, and Dean felt his face grow hot at such a small but intimate gesture. He cleared his throat again but tried to subtly shimmy closer to Dylan, so close their shoulders were touching and they were kind of leaning against each other. “At least you still admit it’s amazing,” he told him softly. He hesitantly turned his head to the side and let his lips brush Dylan’s jaw, not so much a kiss but an affectionate gesture, before he turned back to his food.
He went back to his Chinese happily before Dylan tossed a few movie boxes his way. He looked through them as he picked at his food, finding some names familiar and some he’d never even heard of. He was glad Dylan had chosen horror movies though; they were always a laugh. The old ones looked especially funny. However, when Dylan told Dean about his abjection to horror movies, Dean had to suppress a snort of disbelief. “No way? You!?” he exclaimed, grin reaching his ears. He stared at Dylan, realizing the more time he spent with him the more time he was steadily finding out more things he liked about him. He was surprised Dylan had even admitted that to him. Dean thought about maybe putting on an old cheap horror movie like ‘the Blob’ or something so they could laugh at it, but part of him wanted to see a scared Dylan, see how far he would be able to watch before he’d jump. Maybe it was cruel but Dean would make up for it later. Undoubtedly. He’d noticed Dylan’s shudder at the mention of the Ring, and it was easy to see that wasn’t high on his priorities of films, so it was with ease that he decided on that one. “Ahh sweet, you have the Ring, I haven’t seen that in years,” he told him casually, brushing the other DVDs aside and keeping that one out. He’d put it on once they were finished eating.
When Dylan casually slipped in that they’d have a next date, Dean let his mouth part in speechlessness for a moment; how did Dylan even know he’d want to see Dean again after this? Plus, having more than one date… did that mean they were ‘dating’? Fidgeting a little and not sure what to think just yet, Dean listened to him, but the more he heard the more he knew he kind of wanted it; he wanted to see Dylan again, have another casual meet up like this where they weren’t labelled as client and whore. Dean let himself smile and he nodded. “Sure, I’d like that very much I think,” he murmured quietly, able to see even in this dim light that Dylan’s cheeks were that little bit darker than before, possibly from a blush. He hid it well though, choosing to dive into his food hungrily which Dean found amusing. It also made him feel better about scoffing his own food down too.
He finished not long after Dylan and watched with curiosity as Dylan took two fortune cookies out of the bag. He rolled his eyes, grinning, hoping Dylan didn’t believe in the stupid fortunes that came with the meal. But, when Dylan had snapped his own cookie open and had read off the bit of paper inside, Dean stared at him incredulously, not believing a word he’d said until he was shown the fortune himself. Looking back at Dylan he laughed and hit him over the head. “I can’t believe you did that! How did you even convince them to send that out?!” he asked, still snickering as Dylan handed Dean his own one, and he waggled his brows suggestively. “We’ll have to see how the evening goes to find that out I suppose. But… oh, here we go, do I even want to open my one?” He smirked at Dylan before breaking open his own cookie and pulling out the little piece of paper inside it. He read it once, and then twice before letting his eyes scan over it one last time, hardly able to comprehend what it said: He does really like you, he just doesn’t know how to show it. Dean, it had to be said, was even more taken aback than when he’d read Dylan’s. He’d expected to get something crude and kinky as was Dylan’s forte, but this was completely unexpected. He didn’t know why but the words resonated in his head and he found it hard to pull his gaze away. He wetted his lips, aware he’d been silent for quite some time. “I…think this date is a pretty good way of showing it,” he mumbled earnestly, still staring at the paper before feeling Dylan’s fingers interlock with his own. His eyes went to their hands and he let his fingers lock their hands together, giving him a squeeze of thanks and rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of his knuckle.
Feeling himself get even more flustered he tucked the piece of paper into his pocket, not even sure why he wanted to keep it, only knowing that he wanted to, and went over to the DVD projector to put the Ring on. He crawled back to Dylan, now just noticing how cool the evening had gotten and he knew it would be getting dark soon. He pulled the blankets over them both, helping himself to Dylan’s torso, using it as a pillow quite contentedly. He peered up at him, his nose brushing his chin before pressing a kiss to it, and said quietly, “Comfy?” He grinned at Dylan, unable to fight off the broad smile on his face. For once he felt happy. Genuinely happy and at peace with himself, and he hung onto that feeling as best he could, not wanting it to slip away just yet. “If it gets too scary, I’ll be sure to distract you with what your fortune cookie promised you,” he told him, patting his cheek with a smirk, and turned his attention to the screen, pulling one of Dylan’s arms around him as he rested his head on his chest. This way he could hear the man’s heartbeat too so he’d easily be able to tell just how scared Dylan actually was. Or at least that’s what he told himself.
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