He jumped slightly when their lips collided and it was done before he could even properly react. Another blush tinted his cheeks and he shook his head. This guy was full of strange surprises. Gently, he removed himself from under Dean’s arm. “I know a killer noodle joint up on Park. Open 24 hours…Even better.”
“Noodles?” He asked as if the concept of noodles confused him. “Yeah, I could go for some of those. But you have to lead me there. I don’t want to get lost on someone who feels better.” He giggled.
“Is that all?” He laughed a little. “I assumed you liked music since we met in the club.” He pursed his lips as he swayed slightly, still feeling a small buzz from the weed among other things. His gaze turned toward the night sky as he thought about where they could continue their night. He wouldn’t mind another round, later if Dean was up to it.
“Did you still want to get food?” He grinned, feeling a little hungry himself.
Dean nodded. “I do like music, but I can like that at home. I don’t have to be out to do that.” He chewed his lips before stealing a kiss from Han and straightening up. “Food sounds good. What are you in the mood for?”
“Is that all?” He laughed a little. “I assumed you liked music since we met in the club.” He pursed his lips as he swayed slightly, still feeling a small buzz from the weed among other things. His gaze turned toward the night sky as he thought about where they could continue their night. He wouldn’t mind another round, later if Dean was up to it.
“Did you still want to get food?” He grinned, feeling a little hungry himself.
Dean nodded. “I do like music, but I can like that at home. I don’t have to be out to do that.” He chewed his lips before stealing a kiss from Han and straightening up. “Food sounds good. What are you in the mood for?”
Han felt the weight of Dean surround him as they walked together in unison. It almost felt like he was being pulled by the slightly taller man holding him. It was slightly protective and he felt a sudden twinge of heat in his cheeks. “Smooth.” He commented to hide what he knew he couldn’t.
The outside door swung open to reveal the warm night air that gave a sense of activity and life. Han sighed and let a grin cross his lips. “Where to next?”
Dean hummed softly as he looked around the area, pursing his lips before scrunching up his face. “Well what else is there to do with a guy like you? I usually just hang around. Feed off people.”
What’s up with the kid thing? He isn’t that much older than me. Han furrowed his brow at the man as he quickly followed him through the door. Great. It was always easier to pinpoint him other than a really attractive white man. Fine. He stayed close, but walked as silently as possible through the hallway that they were passing through. “Why didn’t we finish going down through the basement exit?”
“Because I’m not fond of basements. And this way we can just walk out.” He slung his arm around Han and leaned in. “They won’t be looking for a couple. And we’re almost out.”
“And stop blessing you with this face? Nah, I think I’ll charm my way into your company for a little longer…” He skipped a couple of stairs ahead of Dean and stopped on one of the landings to look up at him mischievously. “Besides, leaving like this is giving me a rush. I’m sure you know.”
He turned and continued down. “There is still fun to be had in the city that never sleeps.”
Dean shivered, he could feel the rush and it felt good. “Listen kid, they’re looking for you. I don’t know if you’ve heard but they only know what you look like. So if you’re going to be my fix for the night, we’d better get going.” He stepped down to the landing and looked around before stepping through a door.
Han grimaced. Dean made it seem like he was new to the whole ‘ditch the place’ drill. He wasn’t, but he figured it was okay to let him think that. “Yeah, stairs are good.” He slowed his pace to walk down the stairs. “I wondered why he wasn’t more attentive to the clues we left.” He grinned at Dean. Maybe his power was useful after all.
Dean shrugged as if he really didn’t know before heading down the stairs himself. “Are you following me after this or going your own way?” He knew they only knew what Han looked like, and if they split up he could just leave, but he felt somewhat obligated to tell Han that. However, he remade silent.
The security guard appeared in the hall and looked both ways; confusion clearly written in his expression. He walked to 205 and unlocked the door before stepping in, still grumbling.
Han emerged from the room soon after and sped past 205 until he caught sight of Dean at the vending machine and hid beside him. “He clearly hates his job, huh?” He laughed a little and tried to straighten himself. “We should probably keep going. There are cameras in the halls. They’ll catch on quick.”
Dean shrugged as he headed out of the room and to the service stairs. “These will lead us out of the building the quickest. And he doesn’t hate his job, he’s being used.” Dean gave a smirk that would cause some to question his morals. “And the further we go the less I will be able to control him. So we should leave soon. But too fast will look suspicious.”
The man was mumbling to himself about how the woman was just being paranoid and how he wasn’t getting paid enough to look for stowaway’s. He shook his head as he walked into the bathroom and clicked on the light. “Jesus, someone should Febreeze these rooms.” He spoke aloud and coughed as he walked out; leaving the light on. He moved towards the beds and looked under one. His hand hit a bottle and he pulled it out. “What the…?” An exasperated sigh escaped the man and his eyes land on the hand towel. “Did she send me in here to blame someone else on her lack of cleaning?” Frustrated, he clicked the radio. “Kelly, there may have been some activity in here…” He went over to the spot where Han had been hiding. He tutted and tossed the empty bottle on the bed. “Nobody is in here.” The radio sounded with static. Did you check205? The man groaned. “I’m not going to be happy if I missed my break for some wild goose chase.” He quickly turned toward the door with a huff.
Dean slipped out of the room the moment that the man was near the bed, quickly making his way down the hallway and into the ice machine room where he could stand for a little bit without looking suspicious. Pulling his shirt on more securely and running his hands through his hair. He pulled his shoes on, and buckled his pants before pulling out a dollar and putting it in the vending machine for a soda.
The man on the other side suddenly paused; one foot in the door. There was a shuffle and you could suddenly hear a walkie. “Are you sure there were two people?” His voice was filled with uncertainty. Yeah two. The radio called back. “How can you be so sure? You said there was a party right? How many people went to that?” There was a brief silence. They had a lot of alcohol. One of them was an Asian kid. The man sighed and adjusted so the door moved more inward. “Kelly this room looks empty. And I don’t hear anything.” He slowly moved more into the room, but kept his hand on the doorknob. More silence. Just check. They could be hiding. Again the man sighed heavily and walked in; letting the door close.
Dean held his breath as he watched the man enter. Please let him be tired. Please let him be tired. Dean watched the man, searching for an inkling that the man was tired. And there is was, but not enough to push and Dean was too drunk to work with multiple emotions so he focused on confusing the man, pushing it as far as he could go.
