{I'M BACK! sorry for the long leave! will be posting the last 3 chapters!}
Clouds of milky white, so opaque with the group of moisture that slowly moved across the slate grey sky as the thunder cracked deeply. Dolph sat on a visitor's bench outside the hospital. The blonde's eyes were plastered to his cell phone as he stared at the clock nervously. So hesitant to walk inside and find Dean's room. His heart was aching, wishing for a sign. Thus his phone rang. Dolph quickly answered.
"Hello?" Dolph started eagerly.
"Yes Dolph…is that you…? This is Mike…look, I'm really sorry for what happened that night…I guess I got a little to carried away…the truth is…I've fallen for you. And I want you to be happy so I called you because I wanted to help you. I know you love Dean and this is why I'm talking to you."
Dolph sat quietly, both speechless and confused.
"Mike…" is all he could say as this was still processing in his head.
"Look…the only way to get Dean to love you back is show him that you love him, literally be physical with it and show him that you want him. All you have to do is powder yourself up a little bit and hang out at his place a while when you know he's not there….surprise him." Mike explained.
"I get the idea of what you are trying to tell me…but what do you mean by 'powdering' up…? I'm sorry but….I'm not as feminine as everybody thinks I am…." Dolph breathed.
"You know where I live….I'll have to show you."
"Is better not be a sick trick of trying to get me to sleep with you Mike….I'm serious…" the blonde hissed.
"Trust me Dolph…..please…"
And the conversation ended just like that as Dolph got up and walked off to catch a taxi.
The day quickly turned to night as Dean laid alone, not lifting one finger at the simple dinner of chicken soup, lightly toasted bread, and jello that was in front of him. His sight was glued to the off white ceiling. The thought of always hating the hospital began to slowly get to him. Though he couldn't stay disappointed for long as the nurse said that he will be discharged in the morning. Dean's body was already starting to heal quickly, besides the stitches he was going to be stuck with for a while. Then again, he would have to come back to get them removed. He was very irritated at the fact of receiving no text or calls from Seth or Roman. All he wanted was for this disastrous conflict to end. Dean hated the thought of Dolph's continuous blue emotions. He still couldn't find the courage to contact him still. He closed his eyes as he hoped to drift off, to forget everything and wish for a dream of the blonde angel he'd literally do anything for.
A Saturday morning, so crisp and cool rolled in. The sun finally revealed itself. Shinning brightly as the breeze blew loose leaves from the trees. Dolph and Mike were together standing in his living room. A large pink and white stripped bag sat in front of the two. Dolph was a little nervous about what could be in the bag. His soft blue eyes focused on Mike.
"You went into a lingerie store….? Do I look like a female to you…?" Dolph stuttered nervously.
"You must not know Dean very well…trust me Dolph…you won't regret a thing…" Mike chuckled.
Dolph narrowed his eyes at the male.
"So you all of a sudden you know Dean more than I do…?"
"A little more than you…just do this if you love him." Mike replied.
"How the hell do you know about Dean's fantasies….?" Dolph spat.
"Dean has no shame in telling anybody what he does behind closed doors….the guy has no filter and you should already know that by now."
The room went silent for a long while as Dolph eyeballed the bag, then looked back to Mike.
"Take this and go get your Dean back….you know you want him." Mike's eyes were stuck on the bleach blonde male, blankly. Mike was genuine with his attempt to help and Dolph finally knew. A sigh escaped him as he grabbed the bag and rushed out. It didn't take Dolph long to show up at Dean's hotel room, finding the spare key most including himself knew about. He entered the room, so empty. Dolph shook his head the minor mess of dirty dishes, pizza boxes, and dirty clothing scattered on the floor. He automatically began cleaning until the whole room was spotless, then sat on the sofa, staring at the bag.
Dolph reached into the bag, pulling out a lightweight but sturdy item wrapped so secure in a powder pink tissue paper. He was already very uncomfortable at the feel and sight of it. He slowly began to unwrap the item from the delicate paper. He grimaced at the lingerie, sitting it in front of him after unfolding a baby blue satin and ruffled corset with garter belt and matching thong.
"Really….?" Dolph chuckled nervously to himself as he studied it.
Then the thoughts hit him like a train in a rush. His cheeks flushed with red. He knew what he needed to do instantly. To get his lover back. To give Dean a chance. Dolph placed the lingerie back into the bag and carried it in the bedroom. The male removed his clothing, folding and setting them on the foot of the bed. He started with the light thin panties, very uncomfortable as it barely contained his manhood. Then the corset, zipping it up on the side and lacing it slowly with a bit of struggling. After a few moments of practice, the satin was snug, hugging his chiseled features with perfection. He clipped the garter belt to the lacey stockings. The sight of the stiletto heels that he forgot to pull out made him cringe, questioning how he was going to even stand. He sat on the bed, buckling the shoes on his feet and ankles.
"Even if it takes breaking both of my legs….Dean you're still worth it…" the blonde whispered to himself.
There is sat, studying himself in the mirror in front of him, waiting for his prince to show for him to take.