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dreamlikenewyork2015-12-23 02:41 am
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"Vulnerability is the essence of romance. It's the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say, 'This is me, and I'm interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more important, all that I am not.'" - Ashton Kutcher
With Adrian Hewitt
The first hurdle Richie discovered in dating a billionaire was the birthday gift options were pretty limited. Especially when said billionaire boyfriend wasn't really materialistic. He had nice things, and lived in a gorgeous apartment, and drove a nice car. But he would much rather donate to charity than need expensive gifts. Money wasn't constantly at the forefront of everything. The lovely things he had done for Richie since they had been dating had come from the heart, and left little imprints on Richie's heart as a result. They were making memories. Priceless memories. Money couldn't buy that.
Still, it was Adrian's birthday and he wanted to make it another little memory imprint because it was the first birthday they would share in their relationship. After tirelessly going over and over options for birthday presents for days on end, Richie finally decided to throw all caution to the wind and just go with the idea that he had been toying with but maybe thought was too cheesy or unimpressive. Maybe it wasn't flashy jewellery or expensive cologne or an epic adventure activity, but it seemed like fun and he was going to do it.
When Adrian's text came through saying he was on his way home, Richie was nearly tripping over himself to try to put the last minute finishing touches on everything. After almost castrating himself on the back of the sofa in his haste, he bolted out the door of Adrian's apartment and met him breathlessly at the elevator. He gave him a quick kiss and a grin, and then held up a blindfold. "You have to put this on!" He was already putting it up over Adrian's eyes and accidentally flicked the elastic at his ear trying to get it in place.
"Wait, what-- ow!" Adrian said in confusion. His hand was going up to hold the blindfold in place, though. He laughed. "What's going on, sweetheart?"
"Shhh! Just trust me. I'm a doctor. Yeah, I know. Cheese Factor is off the Richter Scale." Richie started to lead Adrian up the hall back to the apartment blindfolded. Adrian tripped over his foot and Richie had to sheepishly apologise. There was no room in his plan for either of them bleeding or ending up with a concussion from tripping into a wall in his plans.
When Adrian started laughing, it was infectious. Richie joined him because he realised this was probably pretty ridiculous, but at least it should be a lot of fun. He lead Adrian carefully into the apartment and nudged the door closed with his hip, waiting for it to close over and lock automatically. With an arm securely around Adrian's waist and holding his hand, they got to the sprawling living room and Richie pulled off the blindfold with a grin and an elaborate sweep of his hand. "Surprise!"
Richie had spent a good portion of his day off turning Adrian's living room into a huge romantic pillow fort. There were sheets draped all around the place to create a cozy coocoon filled with piles of pillows and had even strung fairy lights all up around inside it. He had hired a widescreen TV to set up inside it because Adrian's huge TVs in his home were all mounted on the wall, and after interrogating Adrian's brother, had set up a playlist of all of Adrian's favourite movies they could watch together.
Adrian's mouth dropped open, stunned. "You did all this? For me?" he asked, shooting Richie an awed smile.
"Happy birthday," Richie said back with a grin and then put a small velet box in Adrian's hands. "I know none of this is really Billionaire Boys' Club material--"
Richie then found himself cut off with a kiss. Adrian's lips were on his, and it was deep, and Adrian felt so warm, and smelled so nice. "I love it," Adrian told him. "I love everything about it. I don't need any of that stuff. All this, it's perfect. How did you even think of this?" he asked with a laugh, nursing the box in his hand for the moment so he could lean over and have a closer look iinside the romantic nest Richie had constructed.
"Pillow forts were my favourite thing when I was a kid. I mean, there's no rule saying they can't be X-rated, right?" Richie joked and looped his arm around Adrian's waist. "I wanted to do something... I don't know... us. Not something run of the mill that any couple can have. So, I also baked you a cake. Don't laugh." He led Adrian over to the coffee table where the birthday cake was sitting.
He pointed at it. "I know I made a spelling mistake. As soon as I was standing back admiring my handiwork, I saw it. And I panicked and I called Liz up that she ran over here thinking I was dying or something. I begged her to bring me a brand new awesome, perfect cake but she told me not to because she said you would love this more than anything she could do. See? I've fallen so fucking hard for you, I keep second guessing everything because I just want it to be special..."
Even though Richie said not to, Adrian was laughing. He laughed, and pulled Richie into his arms, cuddling him close. "Anything with you is perfect. I don't mean literally. I just mean that if it's you, then it's exactly how I want it. I love your amazingly sweet ideas and I love that just spending time together is the most important thing of all. I love that you remembered it was my birthday before I did. And I love my... birtday cake," he teased.
"And this, I know I'll love too," he continued and opened the little box Richie had given him.
Richie leaned closer to look inside too, pointing. "It's a ring. Okay, expert in the bleeding obvious. Those Roman numerals, they're the date we met. And I'm not a total cheapskate. It's platinum, and because my granddad knows a jeweller, I had it specially made. Because I just wanted to show you how much that day meant to me. Not because of the crazy hot sex against the window with views of Central Park, but because you were going to walk away. You respected me enough to make that huge donation and still didn't expect a single thing from me."
Adrian looked at the ring while he listened and then smiled, taking it from the box to hand it to Richie. "Put it on for me?" he asked and once the ring was nestled securely on his right hand, he cupped Richie's face in his palms and kissed him softly. "My head was telling me to walk away, but my heart was wondering how I got so lucky that you didn't let me."
They shared another smile and then Richie tilted his head a little. "So, tell me, did I manage to get a billionaire something he doesn't already have? Sex in a pillow fort?" he challenged.
Adrian laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "You better believe it, sweetheart."
muserevival"Vulnerability is the essence of romance. It's the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say, 'This is me, and I'm interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more important, all that I am not.'" - Ashton Kutcher
With Adrian Hewitt
The first hurdle Richie discovered in dating a billionaire was the birthday gift options were pretty limited. Especially when said billionaire boyfriend wasn't really materialistic. He had nice things, and lived in a gorgeous apartment, and drove a nice car. But he would much rather donate to charity than need expensive gifts. Money wasn't constantly at the forefront of everything. The lovely things he had done for Richie since they had been dating had come from the heart, and left little imprints on Richie's heart as a result. They were making memories. Priceless memories. Money couldn't buy that.
Still, it was Adrian's birthday and he wanted to make it another little memory imprint because it was the first birthday they would share in their relationship. After tirelessly going over and over options for birthday presents for days on end, Richie finally decided to throw all caution to the wind and just go with the idea that he had been toying with but maybe thought was too cheesy or unimpressive. Maybe it wasn't flashy jewellery or expensive cologne or an epic adventure activity, but it seemed like fun and he was going to do it.
When Adrian's text came through saying he was on his way home, Richie was nearly tripping over himself to try to put the last minute finishing touches on everything. After almost castrating himself on the back of the sofa in his haste, he bolted out the door of Adrian's apartment and met him breathlessly at the elevator. He gave him a quick kiss and a grin, and then held up a blindfold. "You have to put this on!" He was already putting it up over Adrian's eyes and accidentally flicked the elastic at his ear trying to get it in place.
"Wait, what-- ow!" Adrian said in confusion. His hand was going up to hold the blindfold in place, though. He laughed. "What's going on, sweetheart?"
"Shhh! Just trust me. I'm a doctor. Yeah, I know. Cheese Factor is off the Richter Scale." Richie started to lead Adrian up the hall back to the apartment blindfolded. Adrian tripped over his foot and Richie had to sheepishly apologise. There was no room in his plan for either of them bleeding or ending up with a concussion from tripping into a wall in his plans.
When Adrian started laughing, it was infectious. Richie joined him because he realised this was probably pretty ridiculous, but at least it should be a lot of fun. He lead Adrian carefully into the apartment and nudged the door closed with his hip, waiting for it to close over and lock automatically. With an arm securely around Adrian's waist and holding his hand, they got to the sprawling living room and Richie pulled off the blindfold with a grin and an elaborate sweep of his hand. "Surprise!"
Richie had spent a good portion of his day off turning Adrian's living room into a huge romantic pillow fort. There were sheets draped all around the place to create a cozy coocoon filled with piles of pillows and had even strung fairy lights all up around inside it. He had hired a widescreen TV to set up inside it because Adrian's huge TVs in his home were all mounted on the wall, and after interrogating Adrian's brother, had set up a playlist of all of Adrian's favourite movies they could watch together.
Adrian's mouth dropped open, stunned. "You did all this? For me?" he asked, shooting Richie an awed smile.
"Happy birthday," Richie said back with a grin and then put a small velet box in Adrian's hands. "I know none of this is really Billionaire Boys' Club material--"
Richie then found himself cut off with a kiss. Adrian's lips were on his, and it was deep, and Adrian felt so warm, and smelled so nice. "I love it," Adrian told him. "I love everything about it. I don't need any of that stuff. All this, it's perfect. How did you even think of this?" he asked with a laugh, nursing the box in his hand for the moment so he could lean over and have a closer look iinside the romantic nest Richie had constructed.
"Pillow forts were my favourite thing when I was a kid. I mean, there's no rule saying they can't be X-rated, right?" Richie joked and looped his arm around Adrian's waist. "I wanted to do something... I don't know... us. Not something run of the mill that any couple can have. So, I also baked you a cake. Don't laugh." He led Adrian over to the coffee table where the birthday cake was sitting.
He pointed at it. "I know I made a spelling mistake. As soon as I was standing back admiring my handiwork, I saw it. And I panicked and I called Liz up that she ran over here thinking I was dying or something. I begged her to bring me a brand new awesome, perfect cake but she told me not to because she said you would love this more than anything she could do. See? I've fallen so fucking hard for you, I keep second guessing everything because I just want it to be special..."
Even though Richie said not to, Adrian was laughing. He laughed, and pulled Richie into his arms, cuddling him close. "Anything with you is perfect. I don't mean literally. I just mean that if it's you, then it's exactly how I want it. I love your amazingly sweet ideas and I love that just spending time together is the most important thing of all. I love that you remembered it was my birthday before I did. And I love my... birtday cake," he teased.
"And this, I know I'll love too," he continued and opened the little box Richie had given him.
Richie leaned closer to look inside too, pointing. "It's a ring. Okay, expert in the bleeding obvious. Those Roman numerals, they're the date we met. And I'm not a total cheapskate. It's platinum, and because my granddad knows a jeweller, I had it specially made. Because I just wanted to show you how much that day meant to me. Not because of the crazy hot sex against the window with views of Central Park, but because you were going to walk away. You respected me enough to make that huge donation and still didn't expect a single thing from me."
Adrian looked at the ring while he listened and then smiled, taking it from the box to hand it to Richie. "Put it on for me?" he asked and once the ring was nestled securely on his right hand, he cupped Richie's face in his palms and kissed him softly. "My head was telling me to walk away, but my heart was wondering how I got so lucky that you didn't let me."
They shared another smile and then Richie tilted his head a little. "So, tell me, did I manage to get a billionaire something he doesn't already have? Sex in a pillow fort?" he challenged.
Adrian laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "You better believe it, sweetheart."