Pretty Boys, Chapter 3/?
Title: Pretty Boys, Ch. 3
Author: Watermaline
Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel AU
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Underage sex.
Word Count: 3478
Summary: A sort of interlude of sex and suspicions.
Castiel landed on his couch with a blissful sigh, tasting Dean on his lips. His body still tingled with the feel of Dean’s hands on him. Dean wanted him, and now he didn’t have to hide how he felt. He could look at Dean with desire and affection without concealing it. He could go to Dean, and next time he could suck Dean the way he wanted to, and maybe Dean would suck him, hold him down and lick until Castiel couldn’t take anymore-and he shouldn’t be thinking things like that in his living room.
“Castiel?”
“…Father.” Oh, was he in trouble. He sat up, staring at the floor near his father’s feet, hands in his lap. “Hello.”
“Where have you been? It’s late.”
“It’s just a little past seven,” Castiel protested. “I met a friend after choir practice.” His father advanced on him, and looked him over; Castiel tried not to squirm under the passes of his father’s eyes. It was as if he could see every place Dean had touched him, that he could see Castiel moaning and practically offering to suck Dean off in his car.
“You’re not a good liar, Castiel. There’s a hickey on your neck.” Castiel paled in horror. “What’s the girl’s name?”
“G-girl?” His father sat down next to him, and Castiel shifted over. “There isn’t any girl.”
“You smell like sex,” said his father matter-of-factly. “Who is she?” Castiel knew lying to his father was wrong, but as telling the truth would be far worse, he came up with a lie that was safer.
“A girl from school. You don’t know her.” It was apparently a good lie, because his father smiled and ruffled his hair in a vaguely proud way.
“That’s all right. Just call if you aren’t coming home at the usual time. And take a shower; I don’t need to smell a girl on you.”
“Yes sir.” And his father wandered back to his study as Castiel bolted up the stairs to his bathroom, grateful that his father hadn’t really smelled him, as he smelled like Dean’s cologne and musk and his own semen, not like flowers or whatever girls liked to wear, and there’s wasn’t a trace of lipstick or lip gloss on him. As he undressed, he stopped to examine the hickey on his neck, tracing his fingers over it; he could feel Dean’s mouth on his neck, and hurriedly turned on the cold water in the shower; he didn’t have time to be getting all hot and bothered again. There was still homework to do.
It wasn’t until he’d gotten out of the shower and started on his religion homework (which could easily be marketed as a sleep aid), that he realized Dean had taken his tie. He had another one, but what would Dean want with it? Then he remembered. Dean had wiped his hand with something that Castiel couldn’t see, and Castiel realized what was now smeared on his tie. And Dean had kept it, taken it home. He felt his cock twitch in his pajamas, imagining Dean twisting his tie around his fingers. Maybe Dean would be stroking himself while he played with the tie, remembering how he’d stroked Castiel and how he’d sounded when Dean made him come. Castiel, breath hitching, pulled himself out of his pajamas, fingering the head-oh, that felt good.
“Dean,” he murmured, letting a hand go down to cradle his balls in his fingers as he started to pull, smearing the precome down his shaft. Dean had him in his lap, mouth making a mark on his neck to match the one already there, whispering to Castiel how hot he was, and telling him to come over Dean’s hand. You gonna come for me, Cas? Just did it for you, and you need it again? You’re a little easy, aren’t you? And he was, bucking his hips, and coming over his hand, chewing on his lip to muffle the noise that would have been Dean’s name. Noticing that he’d kicked his book to the floor, he sighed, wiped off his hand, and got back to work.
“Morning.”
Castiel loosened his tie a little as Uriel loomed over him, pulling his history book to his chest.
“Good morning, Uriel. You skipped homeroom.”
“I had to help in the store-what the heck is that?” Castiel looked around, expecting a strange hat that was against dress code or perhaps an elephant, but not seeing anything at all bizarre.
“On your neck. Is that-you have a hickey.” Castiel tightened his tie back up, looking straight ahead, ignoring his hammering heart. “You got some?”
“No!” Castiel flushed and walked faster, clutching his book as if it would keep his thrumming heart in his chest. Uriel followed, smirking a little bit (Castiel knew he was smirking-Uriel was always smirking when he seized on something) and stopped in front of him.
“You did. Under all the pious behavior and the community service, you get into someone’s panties.”
“No, I didn’t, it was just-” Castiel looped around him, ducking down and rushing towards the building, leaving Uriel behind. That was subtle. Now he’s going to be suspicious. He collapsed into his desk, dropping the book down, and put his head on top of his arms. Uriel had apparently followed quickly, his brow furrowed like a field.
“Castiel, what was that all about? Are you embarrassed? Did something…happen?”
Castiel shook his head, glancing up. “I just don’t want to talk about it. It’s private.” Uriel shrugged. “Is that okay?”
“Whatever.” Then he sneered. “It wasn’t with her, was it?” He indicated Anna, who was once again flashing her underwear at anyone who happened to be looking as she crossed her legs.
“No!” Uriel smirked and crossed his arms as he sat down.
“I hope not. You’d end up with three different diseases just from kissing her. Slut.” Anna stiffened, and dropped her legs, pressing her knees together. Castiel glanced up, frowning at his friend.
“Don’t say things like that, Uriel.”
“Judge not, lest ye be judged, right? As if she has any place to judge me.” Castiel didn’t know what to say and took out his notebook to cover the awkward gap. “Are you going to at least tell me who it was?”
“No,” Castiel said. Even if the idea of Castiel having sex with a man wouldn’t repulse Uriel, he didn’t want to share Dean with him. Castiel wanted to keep Dean all to himself, what little he had of him. Luckily, their history teacher, Sister Patricia, entered at that exact moment, so everyone had to sit down and shut up, though Uriel kept shooting glances at him, and mouthed, “Was she ugly?” Castiel gave him his best ‘stop it’ face, and started to pay attention to the lecture; history fascinated him, and they were starting on Egypt, which would hopefully be more interesting than American history. It was, but unfortunately, all the pharaohs and sphinxes in the world weren’t more interesting and engaging than Castiel’s imaginings of Dean Winchester. Dean would have made a terrific pharaoh, with dark eyeliner and gold jewelry, recumbent on his couch as a nearly naked Castiel fed him little bits of fruit until he couldn’t stand it any longer and offered his mouth instead. When the pharaoh demanded it, Castiel went to his knees, opened his mouth, and started licking-
“Mr. Draper?”
“Yes, Sister?”
“Have you been listening to a word I’ve said?”
“Yes?”
“What was I talking about?”
“…Egypt?” The young nun sighed heavily and shook her head at him before returning to her lecture, a few girls giggling at him. Uriel was smirking at him again, and Castiel felt himself blush. When was he going to learn not to fantasize in public?
Dean was underneath the Jaguar when the phone rang; he slid out and grabbed the receiver on the third ring.
“Winchester’s, how can I help you?”
“Hey Dean.”
“Sam. What’s up?” His brother didn’t call often; he’d run off to college to get away from their father and their mother’s ghost and didn’t seem to have any plans to come back. “Did you get the stuff I sent you?”
“Yeah, thanks. Um…you doing okay?”
“I’m good. Sammy, what’s up? You need more money already? The stuff doesn’t just come outta thin air.”
“…it’s for a class.” Dean laughed quietly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to ask.”
“Don’t worry about it. How much?” He heard Sam shuffling in the background before he answered.
“One-fifty.”
“I can swing that. You just want me to send it to you?”
“Yeah, that’s good, thanks. You get the parts for the Jag?”
“Workin’ on her now. You still seeing that chick?”
“Her name’s Jessica. And yes.” Dean couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his brother’s bitchy tone.“I’ve got class in a few minutes; I’ll talk to you later, Dean.”
“Sammy-” Dean heard Sam hang up before he could get whatever he was meaning to say out, and replaced the receiver. “Damn it, Sam.” Well, he couldn’t blame his little brother for running out; if he didn’t have to take care of the garage and Dad, he’d be long gone. But he had his cars, at least. But he couldn’t take out his feelings on the cars. Dean sighed and headed back towards the Jaguar.
“Dean?” Castiel was at the entrance of the garage, holding a book to his chest and so much want in his eyes that it cut through Sam’s phone call and his father’s drinking binges. Dean drank in the sight of him, and knew what he was going to do. He was so going to hell, and he was enjoying the ride.
“Hey. Come on in.” Castiel stepped in; he was toeing over the dirtier spots on the floor like it was going to eat through his shoes, which Dean, oddly, thought was cute as hell. If it had been a girl, Dean would have thought it was prissy, but Castiel managed to pull it off. “Sit down.” He balanced himself at the edge of a chair near the Jaguar. “I gotta finish this, but then I’m done for the day.” Castiel nodded, still holding tightly onto his book. “You get out of class early today? It’s not even three yet.”
“It was just study hall.”
“You cut class to come see me?” Castiel nodded as Dean slid under the car. “I guess I’m a bad influence on you.” Dean could only see Castiel’s shoes, but judging by the shuffling of said shoes Castiel was a little stirred up.
“I guess you are. But-” The left shoe made an arc in the dirt on the floor. “I don’t mind so much.” Fuck the Jaguar. He liked her, but….yeah. No. He slid back out to look up at Castiel, who looked him over and licked his lips, his arms still wrapped around the book. Dean pulled Castiel to him, getting dirt on his clothes, and the book fell to the floor. Castiel leaned up for a kiss, which Dean gave him, tasting the minty gum Castiel must have chewed before getting there. He’d planned on getting kissed, and Dean would have smirked, if he wasn’t busy trying to lick all the taste out of Castiel’s mouth as he pulled him closer by his butt, grinding against him. Castiel pulled away, panting, his fingers clutching at Dean’s shirt.
“…you took my tie, didn’t you.”
“Yeah. I did. Wrapped it around my dick and came all over it, pretending you were sucking me off.” Castiel blushed, but judging by the erection nudging against him, he liked the idea, and Dean squeezed the cheek he was currently holding, before getting Castiel against the hood of the Jaguar.
“Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“I want-” Castiel swallowed, and reached out, cupping Dean’s erection in his hand and Dean pushed into it.
“What do you want Cas?” Castiel didn’t look up, and Dean pressed his hand down over the teenager’s for a second before pulling it off. “You know what I want?” Dean pulled open the little blazer, the white shirt, leaving streaks on them and Castiel’s chest. “I want you naked on the hood of this car. Take those off.” And Castiel struggled out of his upper layers, while Dean undid his belt and pulled down his pants, leaving Castiel in nothing but his socks, underwear and tie. Dean knelt down, mouthing at the mound in Castiel’s underwear, ignoring the cottony feel in favor of the saltiness and the warmth.
“Dean…” Dean couldn’t help but smirk, and dragged the underwear down, Castiel’s erection popping up towards his stomach. Dean pulled it towards him, gave it a hard suck, and Castiel almost slid down to the floor, trying to get purchase on the hood.
“Easy, I got you. I got you.” Dean slid his mouth down Castiel’s cock as he grabbed his hips; Castiel’s hands scrabbled over the hood before coming to rest on Dean’s shoulders, fingers pressing down on his neck. He could hear Castiel’s socked feet thrumming down the front of the car, trying not to push up as Dean swirled his tongue around the underside of his dick; when he hit the tiny bundle of nerves under the head, Castiel squeezed down hard, whimpering desperately.
“Dean, I’m coming, I’m-” Dean tightened his lips, and that was it, Castiel threw back his head and scrabbled his hands over Dean’s shoulders before letting out a cry that Dean was sure echoed down the street as he came down Dean’s throat. Dean pulled off, wiping his mouth, and looked up at Castiel. The boy was open-mouthed and panting, with black smears all over his skin where Dean had grabbed him. He had his underwear around his thighs, sweaty and flushed a gorgeous pink.
“Fuck you look hot.” Castiel just went pinker, and despite having come less than a minute ago, his pretty cock twitched. Dean started to unzip, to jack off and come all over Castiel, when Castiel reached out and brushed his fingers over the exposed head.
“I want to suck it.” And Dean dared any man to say no to that. He nodded, and Castiel pulled off his underwear and his tie almost as afterthoughts before sliding off the car. But he didn’t take off his socks, which made Dean smile. Only sluts left their socks on. Dean sank into the same chair Castiel had been sitting in, spreading his legs and holding his dick in his fist. “You want it?” Castiel nodded, and without having to be led, got down on his knees and pressed his tongue to the drop of precum on the tip of Dean’s dick. Now, Dean had been given some fucking awesome blowjobs in his time, but there was nothing in his memory more entrancing than that tiny, almost innocent lick. That one lick was followed by another, and another, and another, before Dean started to feed his cock into Castiel’s mouth.
“Just lick, keep your lips over your teeth.” And Castiel was licking what Dean gave him, getting it good and wet, and making debauched slurping noises that echoed around the garage. “That’s real good, Cas.” He petted the boy’s hair, and fed him a little more dick; Castiel moaned around his cock and Dean felt it twitch in response. God, he wanted to slide his dick down Castiel’s throat and fuck his face, but he knew he’d just choke the kid, and that’d put a stop to the whole thing, and he’d be damned before he’d stop the love affair Castiel’s tongue was having with his cock. “You look good with my dick in your mouth. Oh, fuck.” Castiel had started whimpering around his cock, and judging by the movements of his left arm, he’d started jacking himself off. “Oh yeah, did sucking me get you hot? You gonna come all over the floor while you suck me off?” Castiel’s response was another moan, and he slid another inch of Dean into his mouth, looking up to meet Dean’s eyes. Dean gave into one urge, and slid a hand into Castiel’s hair as he sucked him, holding his gaze. “Gonna come, Cas, ease off-” But the little angel just sucked harder, curled his tongue like he’d been doing it for years against the tip of Dean’s dick, and that did it, he was coming hard into Castiel’s mouth, the boy was swallowing and choking and Dean was spurting over his chin and cheeks and lips. Castiel swallowed hard, licking his lips, and Dean, looking down, could see a spatter of come on the floor. Castiel rose to his feet, somewhat unsteady, and Dean drank him in. There was dirt on his knees and socks, come on his thighs and stomach, black smears all over his skin, a hickey still on his neck, and, deliciously, Dean’s come all over his face and throat. He was blushing, still, and Dean was tempted, despite the post orgasm haze, to get Castiel on his back and rim him stupid. But there was time for that later-he did have work to finish up. “You’d better get some clothes on.” Dean stood, tucking himself away. “I’ve gotta finish up on her.” He watched Castiel grabbing his clothes, and pulling them on. Dean tossed the teenager his underwear, which had been abandoned on the floor, and was now filthy with dirt as well as semen. “You gonna hang out for a while?”
“I’m going home,” said Castiel, stuffing his underwear into his bag and looking significantly less put together than usual. Dean offered him a smile, but Castiel just started fussing with a zipper on his bag until Dean pulled him into a quick embrace. That earned him a blush and a quick kiss on the mouth before Castiel left, vanishing around the corner.
Castiel couldn’t help feeling as if every person on the street was staring at him, staring at his mussed clothes and hair, could smell Dean’s semen on him, that they knew everything that had happened in that garage. He’d let Dean put his hands all over him, had gotten on his knees and sucked and liked it so much that he’d come all over the floor. And then Dean had just gone back to work. He had to confess, or his father would know the second he walked in the door, or he’d get struck by lightning. God would forgive him if he was sorry. He couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t, it was Dean and Dean could tempt anyone, and it wasn’t hurting anyone. But he’d knelt on the dirty floor and let Dean come over his face like he was a whore, and he’d liked it, and that was shameful. Castiel ran, down the streets, up the church steps, throwing himself into the confessional so hard that he almost cried out in pain.
“Castiel, I promise you that the confessional isn’t going anywhere, nor is a bolt of lightning coming down to smite you if you don’t confess in the next fifteen seconds.” Oh, thank goodness, it was Father Charles. “What is it?”
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been…a week, I think…since my last confession.”
“What is this sin?”
“I…” Castiel swallowed, trembling a little. “I went to a man, and we kissed. I allowed him to touch me. And I enjoyed it. I really enjoyed it, and I touched him and put him in my mouth and I loved it, Father, please absolve me.” There was no response from the young priest, and Castiel touched the grille between them. “Father.”
“Castiel? Will you tell me who this man is?” Castiel flushed and shook his head no. “Fine. I absolve you, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Go home.”
“But, I have-” Castiel heard Father Charles sigh heavily.
“Castiel, you can’t go to the food bank looking like that. Go home.”
And so he went, an anthropomorphic storm cloud, all the way home, to a dark empty house, as it began to rain. He dropped his bag on the floor, before running up to the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He was flushed, his hair was messy, and he still had a love bite on his neck. He smelled like sex, he was sticky, and he ached all over. But Dean’s kiss still lingered on his mouth, and the heat that flickered down overtook him. “Dean,” he whispered, stroking himself slowly through his pants without thinking about it. He really had no self restraint, did he? He’d just come twice, and Dean had come into his mouth and he was still getting hard just thinking about it, grinding the heel of his hand against his erection, his mouth open as he held himself up with one hand on the sink. “Dean.”
Author: Watermaline
Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel AU
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Underage sex.
Word Count: 3478
Summary: A sort of interlude of sex and suspicions.
Castiel landed on his couch with a blissful sigh, tasting Dean on his lips. His body still tingled with the feel of Dean’s hands on him. Dean wanted him, and now he didn’t have to hide how he felt. He could look at Dean with desire and affection without concealing it. He could go to Dean, and next time he could suck Dean the way he wanted to, and maybe Dean would suck him, hold him down and lick until Castiel couldn’t take anymore-and he shouldn’t be thinking things like that in his living room.
“Castiel?”
“…Father.” Oh, was he in trouble. He sat up, staring at the floor near his father’s feet, hands in his lap. “Hello.”
“Where have you been? It’s late.”
“It’s just a little past seven,” Castiel protested. “I met a friend after choir practice.” His father advanced on him, and looked him over; Castiel tried not to squirm under the passes of his father’s eyes. It was as if he could see every place Dean had touched him, that he could see Castiel moaning and practically offering to suck Dean off in his car.
“You’re not a good liar, Castiel. There’s a hickey on your neck.” Castiel paled in horror. “What’s the girl’s name?”
“G-girl?” His father sat down next to him, and Castiel shifted over. “There isn’t any girl.”
“You smell like sex,” said his father matter-of-factly. “Who is she?” Castiel knew lying to his father was wrong, but as telling the truth would be far worse, he came up with a lie that was safer.
“A girl from school. You don’t know her.” It was apparently a good lie, because his father smiled and ruffled his hair in a vaguely proud way.
“That’s all right. Just call if you aren’t coming home at the usual time. And take a shower; I don’t need to smell a girl on you.”
“Yes sir.” And his father wandered back to his study as Castiel bolted up the stairs to his bathroom, grateful that his father hadn’t really smelled him, as he smelled like Dean’s cologne and musk and his own semen, not like flowers or whatever girls liked to wear, and there’s wasn’t a trace of lipstick or lip gloss on him. As he undressed, he stopped to examine the hickey on his neck, tracing his fingers over it; he could feel Dean’s mouth on his neck, and hurriedly turned on the cold water in the shower; he didn’t have time to be getting all hot and bothered again. There was still homework to do.
It wasn’t until he’d gotten out of the shower and started on his religion homework (which could easily be marketed as a sleep aid), that he realized Dean had taken his tie. He had another one, but what would Dean want with it? Then he remembered. Dean had wiped his hand with something that Castiel couldn’t see, and Castiel realized what was now smeared on his tie. And Dean had kept it, taken it home. He felt his cock twitch in his pajamas, imagining Dean twisting his tie around his fingers. Maybe Dean would be stroking himself while he played with the tie, remembering how he’d stroked Castiel and how he’d sounded when Dean made him come. Castiel, breath hitching, pulled himself out of his pajamas, fingering the head-oh, that felt good.
“Dean,” he murmured, letting a hand go down to cradle his balls in his fingers as he started to pull, smearing the precome down his shaft. Dean had him in his lap, mouth making a mark on his neck to match the one already there, whispering to Castiel how hot he was, and telling him to come over Dean’s hand. You gonna come for me, Cas? Just did it for you, and you need it again? You’re a little easy, aren’t you? And he was, bucking his hips, and coming over his hand, chewing on his lip to muffle the noise that would have been Dean’s name. Noticing that he’d kicked his book to the floor, he sighed, wiped off his hand, and got back to work.
“Morning.”
Castiel loosened his tie a little as Uriel loomed over him, pulling his history book to his chest.
“Good morning, Uriel. You skipped homeroom.”
“I had to help in the store-what the heck is that?” Castiel looked around, expecting a strange hat that was against dress code or perhaps an elephant, but not seeing anything at all bizarre.
“On your neck. Is that-you have a hickey.” Castiel tightened his tie back up, looking straight ahead, ignoring his hammering heart. “You got some?”
“No!” Castiel flushed and walked faster, clutching his book as if it would keep his thrumming heart in his chest. Uriel followed, smirking a little bit (Castiel knew he was smirking-Uriel was always smirking when he seized on something) and stopped in front of him.
“You did. Under all the pious behavior and the community service, you get into someone’s panties.”
“No, I didn’t, it was just-” Castiel looped around him, ducking down and rushing towards the building, leaving Uriel behind. That was subtle. Now he’s going to be suspicious. He collapsed into his desk, dropping the book down, and put his head on top of his arms. Uriel had apparently followed quickly, his brow furrowed like a field.
“Castiel, what was that all about? Are you embarrassed? Did something…happen?”
Castiel shook his head, glancing up. “I just don’t want to talk about it. It’s private.” Uriel shrugged. “Is that okay?”
“Whatever.” Then he sneered. “It wasn’t with her, was it?” He indicated Anna, who was once again flashing her underwear at anyone who happened to be looking as she crossed her legs.
“No!” Uriel smirked and crossed his arms as he sat down.
“I hope not. You’d end up with three different diseases just from kissing her. Slut.” Anna stiffened, and dropped her legs, pressing her knees together. Castiel glanced up, frowning at his friend.
“Don’t say things like that, Uriel.”
“Judge not, lest ye be judged, right? As if she has any place to judge me.” Castiel didn’t know what to say and took out his notebook to cover the awkward gap. “Are you going to at least tell me who it was?”
“No,” Castiel said. Even if the idea of Castiel having sex with a man wouldn’t repulse Uriel, he didn’t want to share Dean with him. Castiel wanted to keep Dean all to himself, what little he had of him. Luckily, their history teacher, Sister Patricia, entered at that exact moment, so everyone had to sit down and shut up, though Uriel kept shooting glances at him, and mouthed, “Was she ugly?” Castiel gave him his best ‘stop it’ face, and started to pay attention to the lecture; history fascinated him, and they were starting on Egypt, which would hopefully be more interesting than American history. It was, but unfortunately, all the pharaohs and sphinxes in the world weren’t more interesting and engaging than Castiel’s imaginings of Dean Winchester. Dean would have made a terrific pharaoh, with dark eyeliner and gold jewelry, recumbent on his couch as a nearly naked Castiel fed him little bits of fruit until he couldn’t stand it any longer and offered his mouth instead. When the pharaoh demanded it, Castiel went to his knees, opened his mouth, and started licking-
“Mr. Draper?”
“Yes, Sister?”
“Have you been listening to a word I’ve said?”
“Yes?”
“What was I talking about?”
“…Egypt?” The young nun sighed heavily and shook her head at him before returning to her lecture, a few girls giggling at him. Uriel was smirking at him again, and Castiel felt himself blush. When was he going to learn not to fantasize in public?
Dean was underneath the Jaguar when the phone rang; he slid out and grabbed the receiver on the third ring.
“Winchester’s, how can I help you?”
“Hey Dean.”
“Sam. What’s up?” His brother didn’t call often; he’d run off to college to get away from their father and their mother’s ghost and didn’t seem to have any plans to come back. “Did you get the stuff I sent you?”
“Yeah, thanks. Um…you doing okay?”
“I’m good. Sammy, what’s up? You need more money already? The stuff doesn’t just come outta thin air.”
“…it’s for a class.” Dean laughed quietly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to ask.”
“Don’t worry about it. How much?” He heard Sam shuffling in the background before he answered.
“One-fifty.”
“I can swing that. You just want me to send it to you?”
“Yeah, that’s good, thanks. You get the parts for the Jag?”
“Workin’ on her now. You still seeing that chick?”
“Her name’s Jessica. And yes.” Dean couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his brother’s bitchy tone.“I’ve got class in a few minutes; I’ll talk to you later, Dean.”
“Sammy-” Dean heard Sam hang up before he could get whatever he was meaning to say out, and replaced the receiver. “Damn it, Sam.” Well, he couldn’t blame his little brother for running out; if he didn’t have to take care of the garage and Dad, he’d be long gone. But he had his cars, at least. But he couldn’t take out his feelings on the cars. Dean sighed and headed back towards the Jaguar.
“Dean?” Castiel was at the entrance of the garage, holding a book to his chest and so much want in his eyes that it cut through Sam’s phone call and his father’s drinking binges. Dean drank in the sight of him, and knew what he was going to do. He was so going to hell, and he was enjoying the ride.
“Hey. Come on in.” Castiel stepped in; he was toeing over the dirtier spots on the floor like it was going to eat through his shoes, which Dean, oddly, thought was cute as hell. If it had been a girl, Dean would have thought it was prissy, but Castiel managed to pull it off. “Sit down.” He balanced himself at the edge of a chair near the Jaguar. “I gotta finish this, but then I’m done for the day.” Castiel nodded, still holding tightly onto his book. “You get out of class early today? It’s not even three yet.”
“It was just study hall.”
“You cut class to come see me?” Castiel nodded as Dean slid under the car. “I guess I’m a bad influence on you.” Dean could only see Castiel’s shoes, but judging by the shuffling of said shoes Castiel was a little stirred up.
“I guess you are. But-” The left shoe made an arc in the dirt on the floor. “I don’t mind so much.” Fuck the Jaguar. He liked her, but….yeah. No. He slid back out to look up at Castiel, who looked him over and licked his lips, his arms still wrapped around the book. Dean pulled Castiel to him, getting dirt on his clothes, and the book fell to the floor. Castiel leaned up for a kiss, which Dean gave him, tasting the minty gum Castiel must have chewed before getting there. He’d planned on getting kissed, and Dean would have smirked, if he wasn’t busy trying to lick all the taste out of Castiel’s mouth as he pulled him closer by his butt, grinding against him. Castiel pulled away, panting, his fingers clutching at Dean’s shirt.
“…you took my tie, didn’t you.”
“Yeah. I did. Wrapped it around my dick and came all over it, pretending you were sucking me off.” Castiel blushed, but judging by the erection nudging against him, he liked the idea, and Dean squeezed the cheek he was currently holding, before getting Castiel against the hood of the Jaguar.
“Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“I want-” Castiel swallowed, and reached out, cupping Dean’s erection in his hand and Dean pushed into it.
“What do you want Cas?” Castiel didn’t look up, and Dean pressed his hand down over the teenager’s for a second before pulling it off. “You know what I want?” Dean pulled open the little blazer, the white shirt, leaving streaks on them and Castiel’s chest. “I want you naked on the hood of this car. Take those off.” And Castiel struggled out of his upper layers, while Dean undid his belt and pulled down his pants, leaving Castiel in nothing but his socks, underwear and tie. Dean knelt down, mouthing at the mound in Castiel’s underwear, ignoring the cottony feel in favor of the saltiness and the warmth.
“Dean…” Dean couldn’t help but smirk, and dragged the underwear down, Castiel’s erection popping up towards his stomach. Dean pulled it towards him, gave it a hard suck, and Castiel almost slid down to the floor, trying to get purchase on the hood.
“Easy, I got you. I got you.” Dean slid his mouth down Castiel’s cock as he grabbed his hips; Castiel’s hands scrabbled over the hood before coming to rest on Dean’s shoulders, fingers pressing down on his neck. He could hear Castiel’s socked feet thrumming down the front of the car, trying not to push up as Dean swirled his tongue around the underside of his dick; when he hit the tiny bundle of nerves under the head, Castiel squeezed down hard, whimpering desperately.
“Dean, I’m coming, I’m-” Dean tightened his lips, and that was it, Castiel threw back his head and scrabbled his hands over Dean’s shoulders before letting out a cry that Dean was sure echoed down the street as he came down Dean’s throat. Dean pulled off, wiping his mouth, and looked up at Castiel. The boy was open-mouthed and panting, with black smears all over his skin where Dean had grabbed him. He had his underwear around his thighs, sweaty and flushed a gorgeous pink.
“Fuck you look hot.” Castiel just went pinker, and despite having come less than a minute ago, his pretty cock twitched. Dean started to unzip, to jack off and come all over Castiel, when Castiel reached out and brushed his fingers over the exposed head.
“I want to suck it.” And Dean dared any man to say no to that. He nodded, and Castiel pulled off his underwear and his tie almost as afterthoughts before sliding off the car. But he didn’t take off his socks, which made Dean smile. Only sluts left their socks on. Dean sank into the same chair Castiel had been sitting in, spreading his legs and holding his dick in his fist. “You want it?” Castiel nodded, and without having to be led, got down on his knees and pressed his tongue to the drop of precum on the tip of Dean’s dick. Now, Dean had been given some fucking awesome blowjobs in his time, but there was nothing in his memory more entrancing than that tiny, almost innocent lick. That one lick was followed by another, and another, and another, before Dean started to feed his cock into Castiel’s mouth.
“Just lick, keep your lips over your teeth.” And Castiel was licking what Dean gave him, getting it good and wet, and making debauched slurping noises that echoed around the garage. “That’s real good, Cas.” He petted the boy’s hair, and fed him a little more dick; Castiel moaned around his cock and Dean felt it twitch in response. God, he wanted to slide his dick down Castiel’s throat and fuck his face, but he knew he’d just choke the kid, and that’d put a stop to the whole thing, and he’d be damned before he’d stop the love affair Castiel’s tongue was having with his cock. “You look good with my dick in your mouth. Oh, fuck.” Castiel had started whimpering around his cock, and judging by the movements of his left arm, he’d started jacking himself off. “Oh yeah, did sucking me get you hot? You gonna come all over the floor while you suck me off?” Castiel’s response was another moan, and he slid another inch of Dean into his mouth, looking up to meet Dean’s eyes. Dean gave into one urge, and slid a hand into Castiel’s hair as he sucked him, holding his gaze. “Gonna come, Cas, ease off-” But the little angel just sucked harder, curled his tongue like he’d been doing it for years against the tip of Dean’s dick, and that did it, he was coming hard into Castiel’s mouth, the boy was swallowing and choking and Dean was spurting over his chin and cheeks and lips. Castiel swallowed hard, licking his lips, and Dean, looking down, could see a spatter of come on the floor. Castiel rose to his feet, somewhat unsteady, and Dean drank him in. There was dirt on his knees and socks, come on his thighs and stomach, black smears all over his skin, a hickey still on his neck, and, deliciously, Dean’s come all over his face and throat. He was blushing, still, and Dean was tempted, despite the post orgasm haze, to get Castiel on his back and rim him stupid. But there was time for that later-he did have work to finish up. “You’d better get some clothes on.” Dean stood, tucking himself away. “I’ve gotta finish up on her.” He watched Castiel grabbing his clothes, and pulling them on. Dean tossed the teenager his underwear, which had been abandoned on the floor, and was now filthy with dirt as well as semen. “You gonna hang out for a while?”
“I’m going home,” said Castiel, stuffing his underwear into his bag and looking significantly less put together than usual. Dean offered him a smile, but Castiel just started fussing with a zipper on his bag until Dean pulled him into a quick embrace. That earned him a blush and a quick kiss on the mouth before Castiel left, vanishing around the corner.
Castiel couldn’t help feeling as if every person on the street was staring at him, staring at his mussed clothes and hair, could smell Dean’s semen on him, that they knew everything that had happened in that garage. He’d let Dean put his hands all over him, had gotten on his knees and sucked and liked it so much that he’d come all over the floor. And then Dean had just gone back to work. He had to confess, or his father would know the second he walked in the door, or he’d get struck by lightning. God would forgive him if he was sorry. He couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t, it was Dean and Dean could tempt anyone, and it wasn’t hurting anyone. But he’d knelt on the dirty floor and let Dean come over his face like he was a whore, and he’d liked it, and that was shameful. Castiel ran, down the streets, up the church steps, throwing himself into the confessional so hard that he almost cried out in pain.
“Castiel, I promise you that the confessional isn’t going anywhere, nor is a bolt of lightning coming down to smite you if you don’t confess in the next fifteen seconds.” Oh, thank goodness, it was Father Charles. “What is it?”
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been…a week, I think…since my last confession.”
“What is this sin?”
“I…” Castiel swallowed, trembling a little. “I went to a man, and we kissed. I allowed him to touch me. And I enjoyed it. I really enjoyed it, and I touched him and put him in my mouth and I loved it, Father, please absolve me.” There was no response from the young priest, and Castiel touched the grille between them. “Father.”
“Castiel? Will you tell me who this man is?” Castiel flushed and shook his head no. “Fine. I absolve you, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Go home.”
“But, I have-” Castiel heard Father Charles sigh heavily.
“Castiel, you can’t go to the food bank looking like that. Go home.”
And so he went, an anthropomorphic storm cloud, all the way home, to a dark empty house, as it began to rain. He dropped his bag on the floor, before running up to the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He was flushed, his hair was messy, and he still had a love bite on his neck. He smelled like sex, he was sticky, and he ached all over. But Dean’s kiss still lingered on his mouth, and the heat that flickered down overtook him. “Dean,” he whispered, stroking himself slowly through his pants without thinking about it. He really had no self restraint, did he? He’d just come twice, and Dean had come into his mouth and he was still getting hard just thinking about it, grinding the heel of his hand against his erection, his mouth open as he held himself up with one hand on the sink. “Dean.”