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Caught In The Act Meme
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We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.

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Ordinary!Cas | Supernatural AU

[mojofree]

[alifeordinary]

[Dean had been under the impression Cas would be working tonight, so when he came home from Ellen's and heard movement in Cas's bedroom, his first thought went to Colt, about what the bored little dude might be tearing up (fingers crossed he started gnawing on the hippy beads in Cas's closet and jerked those bad boys right down), and that it was his good samaritan duty to stop it.

The door was already mostly open, and the sight that greeted him was, decidedly, not dog-related.

...Huh.

Well, that was... interesting.

And not exactly unpleasant. He crossed his arms, leaned casually against the door frame, raised an eyebrow.]

combo 1 and 4 ahahaha, maybe some 8 too idek

[mojofree]

[Well, he was supposed to be at work... Until the power had gone out on the entire block and Sophie'd sent everyone home for the night a few hours early. Believe it or not, he'd offered to stay, wait for the maintenance people to get there, but she'd assured him she'd be fine alone, and since he'd rather be at home in his bed, well... He'd shot out of there like a bat out of hell after that.

Stopped for some coffee, took a short detour to go the long way home because it'd actually been nice, and eventually, he'd meandered his way back to the apartment. Nice, relaxing surprise few hours of free time, right?

Wrong. Dean hadn't been home, he'd been out of weed, he couldn't find a damn thing to watch on tv, Colt had been sleeping sleeping and Cas hadn't been able to bring himself to wake the poor guy... Yeah, he'd been home for about twenty minutes before realizing he'd been absolutely bored out of his fucking mind. And so he'd done what had seemed the most logical thing to do: flop down on his bed and try to take a nap. A nap

Allllll of the numbers.

[alifeordinary]

[Offering to stay is exactly why Sophie's up Cas's ass like that. Wily bastard knew she wouldn't make him stay, but he still got points for asking. If he's not careful, that scary woman's going to make a move on Cas like the cougar she is. Dean's not even sure if he could be jealous of that. The woman's a total badass. She out-testosterones him, and yet, somehow, classily does not have a mustache or pecs.

He's not going to be doing much to help Cas's complex about the whole thing apparently, because he doesn't even bother forcing down the wide, shit-eating grin that stretches across his face.]

Howdy, gorgeous! I'd ask if you missed me, but it doesn't look like you're missin' too much of anything.

[Dean Winchester: Douchebag. Notice how he doesn't seem to be leaving the doorway, even though the polite thing to do would be to let Cas get back to it.

Because he's pretty sure he can manipulate this situation into something that benefits both of them. He cocks his head in a way that's almost challenging.]Hey, man, nobody said you had

Ahahaha pretty much, jesus XD

[mojofree]

[Cas is nothing if not good at working the system, especially if by "system" you mean his crazy cougar boss. Wrapped around his finger, that one, although he does try not to take too much advantage of it, that'd just be wrong..

Cas murmurs something in response that probably isn't actually a real language at all, lowering his arm and staring at Dean incredulously. Is he seriously going to just stand there with that stupid grin on his face...?

...Of course he is, Cas doesn't know why he'd imagined anything else- Dean doesn't exactly observe proper etiquette under normal circumstances, why would I-just-walked-in-on-you-beating-off circumstances be any different?

Eh. Whatever. At least they're- at least he's... Whatever. Not gonna worry about it. The sky hasn't opened up and rained fire upon his head, he's not being dragged off to hell by demons... Shit, Dean doesn't even seem all that bothered, just amused. ...And something else.

Is that a challenge? Clearly there's only one way to regain some of his lost dignity points

[alifeordinary]

[There is nothing stupid about his grin, thank you very much, Cas. His grin is awesome and charming and friendly, even if it is given as a result of standing there catching Cas mid Happy Time. It slips off, though, into something a little more dangerous, eyebrow quirking up at Cas's reaction.

He's pretty sure he just got a game on. Awesome. He's glad that worked, otherwise he'd look like an objectifying jackass with perv issues. It's never good to be That Guy. And now he's the one with the stupid grin, and he's...

Oh. That is awesomeHe slips in a little further and shuts the door. Considering they live alone, it has nothing to do with privacy and everything to do with avoiding being cock-blocked by their furry cohabitant

snuck in a tag 8'D;;;; fff

[mojofree]

[His eyes slit open as he hears the door click shut and Dean's body thump against the wood, and he looks over just in time to see his hand slide to palm over the front of his jeans. That's... Okay, he can definitely work with that. It's a small step in regaining his lost dignity, but it's a step and he's more than content to go from there. Tipping his head back, he lets the pace of his hand quicken, moving from slow, deliberate movements to shorter, more erratic jerks that make his breath catch in his throat. Fingers twitch against the mussed sheets and damn, it'd be really nice to have hair to run them through or broad shoulders to smooth them over

[alifeordinary]

[Cas's hand works faster and Dean can't tear his eyes away. He's always been a fan of porn, but this is... something entirely different. Not that he's creepy, man, but the sight of Cas working himself like that, the way his breath catches in his throat, that his fingers are familiar, that he's bringing himself so close, and he's doing it with Dean right there... Fucking hell. Maybe he's in a bit over his head on this one.

And then his eyes find Dean's again, and that hand slows down, and he's staring with those eyes, and shit. Dean bites back a noise, muffles it in the back of his throat and grips himself more tightly through his jeans.

He's so going to lose. There isn't even a question. He could put some effort into resisting, but it's torn to shreds by uneven breathing and twitching thighs, and that sneaky son of a bitch is eye-sexing him while he stands there. He's doing that nonverbal I'm a bendy bastard, let's have sex right the fuck now thing that Dean can't even wrap his head around. It takes all of two seconds after that

[mojofree]

[This isn't something Cas would have ever thought about doing, let alone enjoying this much, and he's actually surprised at the way his face is heating up not out of any sense of embarrassment or indecency- things he would deny feeling in relation to any sex act, if asked, though his upbringing had engrained the ideas somewhere deep, deep, down- but because of how hot Dean's eyes feel as they move over his body, his obvious arousal and the way his hand grips himself more tightly. It's intimate, in a way, and he kind of likes that, too.

He's passing his thumb slowly over the tip of his cock when Dean finally gives in, correctly interpreting his very clear nonverbal message as right the fuck now. It takes a hell of a lot of effort not offer Dean the most smug of grins as he tugs off that shirt and fusses with his jeans at the end of the bed, though there's definitely some triumphant smirking going on in his head. Well, there would be, if he didn't get so distracted by the sight of Dean's bare body, the lines of muscle as he crawls