To good fortune. || Dylan | Dean
Dylan took a deep breath to clear his thoughts, feeling electricity bolt through him. He was excited and nervous all at the same time. He’d never gone this far to impress anyone, no woman or man had ever been worth that much. But Dean had mentioned that he’d never been on a date in his life, not a real one, and Dylan just wanted to go all out to make this the date of a lifetime for both of them. It’d taken him all day to set up and organize everything, hence why he decided that a Saturday would be best. Dylan had dragged a large mattress he’d purchased for the occasion, upstairs, all the way on the roof of his apartment building. He was lucky the apartment building- Sky Point- was well-named, as it was one of the tallest buildings in this part of the city. You could see everything up there, from the peer and the bridge, to the Empire State building and the Statue of Liberty. He made sure to get Dean and he up there early enough, but also late enough, to watch the sunset. The mattress was dragged to the corner of the roof, covered in pillows and blankets for them to lay on and cover up in just in case it got too chilly up there. He’d even organized for the Chinese to be delivered a few minutes before they arrived up there so it would still be hot.
As they stood in the elevator, he was relieved that it was empty, moving over to Dean and wrapping a red blindfold around his eyes, knotting the thing behind his head. He wanted to lead him off, make him believe they were just going back to the apartment to fuck or do something stupid. “No peeking.” He grinned, lacing an arm around Dean’s waist as he stepped forward, lifted his key up to swipe it and pressed the top floor. Once the elevator began ascending, Dylan moved up behind Dean and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him up close so Dean’s back was against Dylan’s chest, as his ass was pressed right into Dylan’s crotch. “Maybe we should leave the blindfold on…” He whispered into Dean’s ear, only trying to throw him off even more about tonight’s events. If Dean didn’t have big expectations for this ‘date’, then he hoped he could surprise the younger male even more by how far he went with all of this. Dylan ran his lips along Dean’s neck, kissing the skin softly. “I should bend you over right here and make you mine.” He said against his skin, keeping one arm around Dean’s waist tightly while the other pushed up to run through his curls, massaging his scalp with his fingers before lightly tugging Dean’s head to the side with his hair.
“Are you ready?” He asked him, voice still soft as the elevator doors finally opened. He had to clear his ears due to the altitude, but once they were there, he pushed Dean forward lightly and walked the prostitute out of the elevator. Dylan made sure to walk in sync with Dean, keeping his arm laced around his waist till they were on the roof, then he grabbed Dean’s hand and began tugging him along. “Almost there.” He told him until they reached the edge of the building. There was a bar surrounding the edge of the roof, made so people could look over, but not fall off. Once they reached that bit, he pushed Dean’s back down and guided him over the bar so he could stand on the ledge, keeping both arms laced tightly around his waist to support him. It was a very titanic-type moment, Dylan thought, and he hoped Dean would appreciate the romance somewhat, as romance certainly wasn’t Dylan’s strong suit. Once he had a good hold on Dean, Dylan standing on the safe side of the bar, he pressed his face to the crook of Dean’s neck. He liked doing that. The sun was just on the horizon, it’s colours spewing out across the sky like mixing paint on a portrait. It was absolutely gorgeous. “Take off your blindfold.” He told Dean in a soft whisper.
He had to see this. Dylan didn’t want to do that part, simply because he wanted Dean to know that he was holding onto him, supporting him… He wanted Dean to trust him because yeah, he was dangling the man off a 96-floor-tall building. Dylan held his breath as he waited for Dean’s reaction, his eyes flickering over to the mattress in the corner, covered in pillows and sheets, Chinese takeaway sitting next to it, a cooler filled with an assortment of drinks sat next to that and projector all set up to watch movies against the sheet he'd hung over the wall opposite the mattress. Moving his blues back to the melting masterpiece in front of them, he said a mental prayer that he hadn’t gone through all this trouble for nothing. He wanted Dean to be impressed and happy with all of this.. His first date would be perfect, dammit, Dylan would make sure.