Lunchtime Conversations are Dangerous Things Part 1
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC/17
Warnings/Kinks: College AU, all human!AU, toys, frank discussion of sex between friends, bad bets, general oddness
Summary/Prompt:The prompt in it's entirety is here > http://spnkink-meme.livejournal.com/61811.html?thread=18889075#t18889075
Notes from the author: The second part, otherwise known as 'the bit with most of the porn in it', will come in, say, a fortnight? I'll be leaving for Canberra in a few days, and won't have time to get it all done before then. *sigh* Life, repeatedly, conspires to stop me from writing porn.
"I still can't believe you're making me do this," Castiel said through gritted teeth.
Dean chuckled. "A bet's a bet, and you lost, huggy bear." He pulled at the smaller man's waistband. "Time to pay up."
Cas fidgeted as his belt was unbuckled and pulled out of it's loops slowly. Dean was just screwing with him now, trying to draw it out and make Cas humiliated before it even began. Calloused fingers undid the clasps on his buttoned jeans, and the smaller man twitched unwillingly in his boxers, trying not to get aroused but failing.
He couldn't help it though. Castiel had developed a little bit of an exhibitionist streak, ever since he'd started dating Dean out of high school and been introduced to different aspects of sex he'd never considered before. And there was something unbelievably hot about sitting in classes and talking about theological aspects of myths and legends while a dildo buzzed away inside him. It made Castiel's toes curl a little in his socks.
He'd been so caught up in daydreams he hadn't noticed that Dean had stripped him from the waist down. His wrist was clamped between those rough fingers, and Castiel was pulled none too gently to be bent over the arm of their rather old, second hand couch. The worn fibers had been softened by repeated use, and the material was rubbing sensually over Castiel's skin, hyper sensitized by mounting arousal.
"Look at you..." Dean cooed and stroked his hand over the skin of his ass, and Cas mewled in return. He couldn't help it. This was as embarrassing a forfeit as it was a fucking hot one. He wanted it as much as he didn't.
A moist, slickened finger was poking at the rim of his asshole. The small man shivered and tried to suck the finger inside him. He had to admit, as nice as those callouses felt on Castiel's skin, they felt better rubbing against his prostate. The way only real flesh and blood could get him off. At least, that was what Castiel had assumed just days ago. And that supposition was what had gotten him into this entire mess of a bet, anyway.
Stupid assumptions. Stupid Becky. Stupid sex toy industry. Stupid bet.
One finger developed into two, and then a third. Castiel whimpered slightly, the intrusion too much for a moment. Then the muscles inside relaxed around Dean, and he sighed, pushing back on his hands to get the digits deeper, nudging against the cluster of nerves. And he was almost there, ready to make Castiel see white sparks across his line of vision, when suddenly Dean moved his hand way with a chuckle at Cas's needy whine.
"Dean, please..." He whispered, and wiggled, weight still supported by hands grasping at the couch's arm and the back cushions. His boyfriend was merciless, though, and instead murmured, "wait here" before turning and walking off towards their bedroom. And, heaven help him, Cas did. He stayed in exactly that position, half anticipatory, half dreading Dean's return.
And before long, he was thinking back to that stupid bet.
***
It was completely Becky's fault. It had to be for bringing it up. Her and her fucking gay porn obsession. Hell, Castiel was certain she only hung around their little group of misfits because of Dean and himself. She got a look that could only be described as 'Bambi Eyes' whenever she saw the two of them together. Cas couldn't be sure, but he was convinced that he's seen her writing about the two of them one day; and what he'd seen was not exactly awe inspiring.
But then again, maybe if Pamela hadn't decided that memorable Thursday was the day she'd bring up her sudden urgent need for a dildo, then the conversation never would have started, the bet wouldn't have ever existed, and the world, or at least Castiel's part of it, would be a neater, happier place.
But alas, the lunch time conversation that afternoon, with Castiel's usual group of companions at their typical bench under a large willow tree on campus grounds, had started with Pam slumping down with a large sandwich between Victor and Gabe and announcing, "Anyone here know where to get a good douche?"
The reaction, from Castiel's point of view had been enough for him to know this was going to be one hell of a lunch hour. Victor inhaled half his latte up his nose mid sip. Gabe had perked up so quickly you'd have thought someone had tazered his backside. Becky's pen had skidded a line across her page while her eyes lit up like diamonds. Chuck had sank lower in his seat, trying to withdraw himself completely from the new topic of discussion surrounding fake cock, while Charlie suddenly became very interested in her computing assignment. And Garth... well, Garth didn't even flinch, but that was Garth for you.
"I've never really been in a shop that sold one." The mousy little man said. He picked at the label of his drink bottle. "What're they like?"
Becky sighed in the manner teenage girls sighed over their beloved's. "Heavenly." Castiel scowled, and she shrugged. Everyone knew how worked up over blasphemy he could get. "It's better than clouds and harps, angel boy."
Pamela just shook her head. "Doesn't matter. I just need to know where one is. I've only been here two months, I don't know my way around yet, otherwise I wouldn't bring it up."
"One on Phillips Street." Becky responded with far too much enthusiasm. "Two on Seventh, right near each other. They compete for business a lot. And one on~"
"Can we stop talking about this?" Victor said roughly, his throat probably still sore from the sudden intake of frothy milk down his trachea. Serves him right, Cas though idly, for buying that insult to real coffee.
"An' why do we have to stop? We listen to you, rambling about Avengers" Pamela smirked and slapped him on the back, far too hard, to help dislodge his drink. Victor choked and managed to get out, "Not the same thing, Pam," in between his coughing fit.
"You know, there are other options to wasting cash." Gabe said slyly. The piece of cake in front of him oozed cream and raspberry jam filling, and he licked a splodge off in what Castiel could only guess was an attempt at seduction. It was a miracle his cousin had ever gotten laid at all. "Why not take a ride on~"
"No."
"That's it? Just no?"
"Fine. Hell no."
Gabe rolled his eyes and threw a Malteaser in the air, mouth open and head cocked. He may have caught it in his teeth had Pam not smacked the side of his head. Instead, the candy hit him square between the eyes in a blow that would have stunned a small animal.
Gabe looked like he was planning retaliation at a later date, one that included pink sparkly rhinestones, a hot glue gun and someones bare skin, but shrugged and wisely went back to his cake. "So why not find a big idiot with a big dick." Chuck coughed slightly, and picked at his salad, face red as the cherry tomato his fork had snagged.
Pamela continued to ignore the general discomfort at the table and went on. "Too tired, too much effort. Kinda don't really wanna have to go out and pretend to care about some grumpy idiot getting off but me. Besides," She grinned wider, enjoying everyone squirming, "Don't need to give a thank you blowjob to a vibrator~"
"Okay, really." Charlie's ears were glowing through her hair. Whenever Pamela started talking about anything sexual, Charlie would get oddly flustered. Unfortunately for her, it happened far too often, "Do we have to talk about this while Garth is eating a hotdog?" The boy looked at his food, then flinched and put it down again.
"I agree." Victor muttered, draining the last dregs from his disposable cup. Castiel looked over his shoulder for his boyfriend, hoping he'd dispense the conversation with a dry witticism or two and changing the subject. Dean liked to go off campus to get their lunch at a local diners, since the college cafeteria made some of the worst food in the world. That, and Dean claimed it was a betrayal to his diner manager mother if he didn't eat at a mom and pop local diner whenever possible. Castiel just shook his head every time and asked him to buy him a bacon cheesburger too.
"It seems a pointless expenditure, really." Castiel found himself talking without realizing. But if they would be giving their opinions on such a silly subject, then his opinions would be heard. He'd come from a family where his voice was generally ignored in favour of someone yelling louder than he, the youngest, so he liked to include himself in conversations as much as possible with friends.
Besides. It was pointless. Since when did sex have to become an effort?
"Oh really?" Pamela was stealing bits of cream from the slice of cake Gabriel was devouring, and from the glare on his face, it looked like this was a greater offense than her previous assault on his cranium. "Well, Blue Eyes, we don't all have the luxury of a handsome honey bunny to come home to."
Victor was popping his earphones in, so it was clear they'd lost him for the rest of the lunch break. Casteiel went on unheeded. "I just can't imagine getting any sexual gratification from a piece of useless plastic."
Becky looked nothing short of appalled."You're kidding. You of all people~"
"Why? Because I'm gay," Cas asked tartly, "I must automatically like any sort of phallic object inside me? No thank you. Silicone dicks never sounded like anything other than a last resort for desperate women." Becky had some weird, and deeply mortifying, ideas as to what Dean and he were actually like in the bedroom. And Cas was easily disturbed.
"Hey, I'm right here,"Pamela said mildly. Gabe was looking grumpy at the cream loss, so she pulled an emergency lollipop from her pocket and handed it to him.
Becky shook her head. "I didn't mean anything like that. I'm just saying, they can be enjoyed by couples you know, and you and Dean are kind of... active..." That last bit was said rather breathlessly, and Cas knew she was imagining what kind of 'activities' he and Dean got up to.
"Exactly." Castiel argued. "Which means we hardly need the assistance of expensive toys. Besides," He fiddled with his trenchcoat sleeve, wishing Dean was hear to back him up. And bring him his cheeseburger. "It's not like they work on everyone. They wouldn't on me."
"How do you know?" Becky was looking like her dreams had been shattered.
"Because, it's not real. It's just a poor substitute. Dean is more than satisfying in his own right, and I couldn't imagine replacing him with... plastic toys." Perish the thought.
"Do I even want to know what you're talking about?" A warm, familiar voice sounded behind him, and Cas nearly fell off his chair trying to turn around and dive for his food at the same time. Dean snorted and helped to right him, before chucking his burger from his bag. Cas unwrapped it eagerly, biting into it and groaning with ecstasy. "These make me..." He grinned at Dean, thankful, "Very happy." Little bits of meat sprayed across the table and hitting Chuck on the face. The scruffy man gave a yell and flicked them off with a disgusted look. Cas passed him a paper napkin and kissed Dean's rough cheek. "And so do you," He rumbled.
"You're welcome. Now," Dean unwrapped his own food and pulled the extra ketchup packets out to spray additional sauce over his meat patty, "What was that I heard about me and being replaced." He pretended to look hurt. "Why Cas, I always thought we had somethin' special."
Cas would have responded if not for the burger in his mouth. Instead, Becky did, and in so doing, instilled Castiel's heart with a feeling of doom.
"Cas doesn't think a dildo would get him off." She said shrilly,and pouted, as if miffed that Castiel's sex life wasn't all it cracked up to be. He felt mildly insulted. His sex life was perfectly wonderful, thank you very much. He didn't need Becky's approval. Or a fake penis.
"Really." Dean drawled, meal temporarily forgotten. Cas lowered his head and focused on the last half of his burger. "So, anyone know where Ash pissed off to?"
And just like that, the conversation moved on. Finally.
And yet Castiel felt a feeling of foreboding in his gut.
It wasn't until that night did things get out of control.
Cas usually got home three hours later than Dean on Thursdays. His shift at the local bookshop, popular among college students looking for research or textbooks, or just the newest bestseller from whatever pretentious author was well known at that moment, ran long on Thursdays, so Dean had an opportunity to have the apartment to himself for a while ~ and watch all the Dr Sexy MD he wanted.
So, after dumping his bag and coat in the usual pile near the door, he'd walked in expecting the typical Thursday night; Dean following the only two cooking steps he knew, which consisted of 1. leave the kitchen, and 2. order takeout; re~runs of whatever Star Trek series happened to be on the SciFi channel that night; lazy sex followed by 'manly cuddling' as Dean insisted it was. And that was all.
Instead, almost immediately after dinner, Dean smirked slightly and asked, "So... a dildo aversion? How did you get away with this for so long?"
Cas threw his chopsticks down and gave up on his sesame chicken. Dean was never going to let this go. "Look. I don't see the point. It's a hunk of plastic, shaped into a dick. I like the human touch with things. Including sex." It was true. He hand-wrote all his letters. He read actual books instead of eBooks and he preferred sketching with real pencils and paper over photo-shop. And hell, yes, he like real dicks, okay?
His boyfriend shifted next to him, and ran his fingers down his thigh. Castiel couldn't help but shiver. See, that was what he liked. Real touch. Cold, cool plastic sounded so impersonal.
"Well, how would you know?" Dean smirked wider. "You've never tried it."
"I never intend to."
"Damn." Dean got up and left the room, and Cas sighed slightly. Most likely in relief, the conversation was needless and uncomfortable.
But then he waltzed back in, little black plastic bag swinging in hand, looking like a self satisfied cowboy that roped himself something special.
"Guess I wasted $30 then."
And out of the bag came a slick looking black dildo.
"Oh, no. No."
"Oh come on~"
"No. Even if we did, it would be an exercise in futility."
"Why?"
"I wouldn't, you know..."
"Come."
"Oh for~ no, I wouldn't come." He crossed his arms petulantly. "I couldn't. It... may work on some people, but not for me."
Dean grinned, and leant forward. "It will. I'll make sure it will." He started kissing and nipping his way up Cas's neck, and murmured when he reach the smaller man's ear. "You're so sure, then prove it."
Cas smiled slightly. As annoying as it could be, Dean's determination was really very charming.
"Why should I?"
Dean shrugged lazily. "Could be fun."
"What if I lose?"
Dean pulled away, and Cas felt the solid hardness of the toy resting against his thigh. "Then trust me, this ain't leaving you're ass all day Monday."
Cas raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
His boyfriend grinned, the smile definitely holding a trace of evil in it. "You heard. All day. Through class, through lunch, through you afternoon shift, until, say... you walk through that door Monday night." Almost as an afterthought, he warned, "And no cheating, either. No chucking a sickie, no hiding in the bathrooms all day. Don't want to break that perfect attendance streak, do we?" Dean seemed to be enjoying this far too much.
The smaller male huffed a little, and leant back into the plushy couch cushions. That... was about as sadistically cruel sounding as it was disturbingly appealing. Really, Castiel had always known he was a little bit of an exhibitionist, but this was taking it a bit far, wasn't it?
Besides, it wasn't like he was going to lose, so why not...just take the bet? Everyone said he was impulsive or outgoing enough, maybe it was time to change that, especially since his ground was solid on this. He was going to win, this he knew.
"It...goes a little far."He said sheepishly.
"Well, you're sure, you'll have nothing to worry about, will you?"
"And if I'm right, and I win?" That was, when he won.
Dean surprisingly blushed a soft pink and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. Nervous. Awkward. Unusual. Dean was nothing if not a confident man ~ on the outside at least.
"Then," his voice was strangely small, "Then... fuck, you can top. Okay?"
Castiel blinked owlishly. Blinked again. "Excuse me." He repeated. Words just didn't seem to want to compute in his brain that night.
"Ya heard me." Dean mumbled. He cleared his throat, and smiled, a touch of anxiety around his eyes. "You... top, and do whatever, and I... let you. You know, I..." He trailed off, trying not to betray how awkward this had made him feel.
Cas could count on one hand the amount of times Dean had bottomed for him. He could never quite pin down the reason why Dean would be so hesitant to do it, but saying no to such a limited opportunity felt silly.
Besides, it wasn't like he would lose...
An hour later, he was spread out on his and Dean's bed, vibrator humming away in his ass and Dean smirking as Cas did exactly what he thought he wouldn't
He came. Hard.
And lost. Fuck.
***
So there he was, bent over while his boyfriend fetched the toy that would torture him for a day, possibly ruin his social life if discovered, and may just kill him by the end of the day.
And for some reason, Cas couldn't wait.