I was a little too tall

Could've used a few pounds

Tight pants points hardly renown

He was a sand haired beauty with big green eyes

And points all his own sitting way up high

Way up firm and high

It was the summer of 1980, Castiel fixed his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose as he wrinkled it and picked up another book. Gabriel had told him to go to the library, told him that the library had air conditioning and books. 'You like books Cassie, so why don't you go check some out and maybe get to know some people,' were his exact words to the young Novak. Castiel had agreed though he thought the idea of meeting someone in this town was a stupid idea. They were only here for the summer because Gabriel had gotten a job working and cropping wheat for some guy with too many teeth missing and a gaze that made Castiel uncomfortable. The Novak's were going to leave once the summer was over so what was the purpose of meeting someone? Castiel clenched his jaw and read the back of the book, skimming over the summary and deciding that he didn't want it. He shoved it back into place and then walked out of the historical biographies to the science fiction section. He always enjoyed a good read about extraterrestrials and the like. He started with the As and picked up the first one he saw.

"The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?" He asked as he turned the book around to start reading the summary. "One Thursday lunchtime the Earth gets unexpectedly demolished to make way for a new hyperspace bypass." Castiel cocked a brow and continued to read barely audible. "For Arthur Dean, who has only just had his house demolished that morning." He smirked and licked his lips. "Sounds like this guy doesn't have the best of luck." The blue eyed man chuckled and opened his mouth to finish up the summary. "This seems to be more than he can cope with. Sadly, however, the weekend has only just begun, and the galaxy is a very strange and startling place." Castiel sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and pondered it for a moment before smirking and walking away from the isle of books, settling on just one. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose again and that was when he felt the tap on his shoulder.

"Excuse me," a voice sounded through the library and Castiel turned around to see no one at first before his eyes moved down to see a kid. Okay, so he might not have been a kid, but he was definitely a few years younger than Castiel. He had bright green eyes and tousled brown hair.

"Oh," Castiel said and he let go of his lip. "Yes?"

"Hi," he said shyly and his hand went to slip into his pants pocket. "You wouldn't happen to know where the comic books are would you?" Castiel cocked a brow and he looked around the library. He honestly had no idea where anything really was. He had just come for a book and he had one. He was going to check it out and be done with conversation, finding a chair to sit and relax in so that he could read in peace with air conditioning.

"I'm sorry," he said with a frown and he watched as the other boy matched his expression. "I'm afraid that I don't really know where anything is. I just got into this town only a few days ago." Castiel watched as the kid looked down, but he nodded.

"Okay," he said and he scratched the back of his head. "My brother and I only got here a few days ago too." He looked up at Castiel and smiled. "I'm Sam by the way." Castiel returned the smile and he held out his hand. They shook and Castiel could already feel himself for making the interaction.

"Castiel," he said and Sam smiled widely.
"Castiel?" He asked and Castiel watched as dimples penetrating his seemingly perfect skin. "What kind of name is that?" The blue eyed man chuckled and Sam joined in as well.

"A very religious name," he said and he shook his head. "Listen, it was nice meeting you Sam, but I have to go check out this book and I shouldn't stop you from your quest of finding the comic book section." Sam frowned but nodded.

"Okay," he said and took a step backwards. "Maybe I'll see you around town Castiel." Castiel smiled and nodded.

"Maybe you will," and with that he turned and walked away from Sam, heading over to the checkout center so that he could call Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy his own for two weeks. He smiled at the librarian and slid the book across the counter. She cocked a brow at him and shook her head. Castiel smiled, she was probably thinking something along the line of kids today and their science fiction mumbo jumbo. Castiel had no problem whatsoever with her thinking that either. With all the movies that had come out in the past years he was surprised there hadn't been a smile. Hell, Alien had just come out and Castiel thought it was one of the best things that he had ever seen. The scenery and quality had just been jaw dropping.

"Enjoy your book young sir," the librarian said somewhat bitterly as she slid it across the desk and over to Castiel. He smiled at her and then went off to the right so he could find a chair to call his home for the next few hours. He found a chair in a sort of circle of chairs, a coffee table sitting in the middle. He smiled and sat down, not even bothering to pay attention to the other people around him. Castiel opened his book and started to read.

He was instantly engrossed into it, happy that he didn't have to be out in the heat like Gabriel, that he was allowed to sit and relax for his last free summer. Castiel wasn't a kid, he was considered an adult since he could vote and drink, but he'd just graduated high school so he was still in that in between period. Gabriel and him had both decided that they didn't want to live with the restrictions of their parents anymore so they found themselves in Kansas. Which is, and always will be a long way away from San Francisco. It was hotter here, which Castiel could never dream off. It was hotter and drier, and people tended to be more stand offish around him because he wasn't from around Kansas at all. Castiel pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose again and that was when he was interrupted from his book, stopping in between a sentence that said 'A government spider sidled up to him and attempted to press a copy of his prepared speech into his hands.' Castiel had smirked and then a nice voice chimed in.

"The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is one of my favorite books," the voice rang out and Castiel looked up to see a fiery redheaded girl with bright green eyes. What was it with everyone in Kansas having green eyes? She herself had a copy of J.R.R. Tolkien's Hobbit clung to her chest and she smiled. "It's witty and quirky, and I think that Douglas Adams is one of the best." She smiled sheepishly and Castiel took in the fact that she had Star Wars shirt fitted around her slender frame. She pushed up her glasses and then made herself at home, sitting on the arm of Castiel's chair. "Charlie Bradbury, science fiction expert and extrodinaire."

Castiel chuckled and he held his hand out for her to shake. "Castiel Novak, avid reader of science fiction and all things strange," he said and she smiled as well, bright teeth presenting themselves.

"Well Castiel Novak, have you ever seen this?" She asked and pulled away The Hobbit to show off her Star Wars shirt. Castiel smiled widely and nodded.

"I wasn't born yesterday, I've seen every science fiction flick you can think of," he said and she cocked a brow.

"Oh have you?" Castiel nodded and watched as Charlie brought up a hand to her chin, her eyes looking off to the left as she searched her memory for another movie. Castiel laughed again and she reached across with her free hand, placing her pointer finger on his lips. "Sush my comrade, I am thinking." Castiel rolled his eyes and then she smirked again. "Westworld?"

Castiel cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. Then he smirked again as he watched Charlie's face drop. "Of course I've seen Westworld." The fiery redhead raised her brow in question.

"Who stars in it?" She asked and Castiel rolled his eyes yet again. "Just answer the question Novak or I won't invite you out for a drink that involves a bar that plays the cantina music from Star Wars." That sounded awesome. A bar that played the music from the cantina scene in Star Wars? Castiel could look at Charlie and say he was in love right there and then if it hadn't been for one thing standing in his way. The fact that Charlie was the wrong gender for him. His eyes grew wide at the thought of walking in and hearing the saxes, sitting down at the bar and asking for a beer. The blue eyed man would be able to close his eyes and just replay the scene over and over again for as long as he wanted to.

"Yul Brynner played the Gunslinger," Castiel started and watched as the redhead's face contorted into a bright smile. "And Peter Martin and John Blane were played by Richard Benjamin and James Brolin." He shifted himself from his seat and stood up. "So where is this bar?" Charlie bounced onto her feet and grasped Castiel's hand.

"I'll show you," she said with a bright smile and Castiel again took in her appearance. Blue flannel, tight jeans and a Star Wars shirt, a geek's dream. She was slender in all the right places and her hair was long, luscious, and straight. Castiel followed behind her as she pulled them out of the library and into the Kansas heat.

Castiel and Charlie both had to walk to the bar. It wasn't a bad walk, the sun had been setting so everything around them had been cooling down. They also got to talk more about their interests and hobbies. Charlie told Castiel that she wanted to go into the computer scene and Castiel chuckled, telling her that she just wanted to live the life of a science fiction novel. She shrugged her shoulders and said that it didn't sound like a bad life. They laughed a lot and already he knew that Charlie and him were friends.

"I'm dead serious Castiel," she said and she looked over at him, nudging his arm. "Computers are the future. One day we're all going to wake up and the air will be a constant sixty-five degrees. People will be wearing glasses that broadcast the news and there will be blimps in the sky at a constant rate telling us of everything that is going on with gigantic televisions." Castiel rolled his eyes. That sounded like a wonderful future.

"And I can't wait to see it Charlie," he said, even though he knew that what she was talking about was past their time. She giggled and slipped one of her hands in her jean pockets, a silence falling around them. Castiel looked down at his feet, seeing his Beatles shirt cling to him from sweating in the Kansas sun. His pants could be categorized to fit along with Charlie's, tight and uncomfortable, but they didn't hug as much as her's.

The blue eyed man had been all set and ready to cross the street when he noticed that Charlie had ducked behind him and rushed over to a door. He quickly swiveled on his feet and caught up with her with ease. "Is this the place?" He asked and she nodded.

"Yeah, are you ready?" She asked and he nodded. She opened the door and the music instantly filled Castiel's ears, making his entire body tremble. The man could just picture the scene. He pictured himself as Luke, although that made Charlie Obi Wan Kenobi. He smiled at the thought and literally saw all the aliens as he walked in.

"Thank you for sharing this Obi Wan," he said, he heard Charlie's loud laughter over the sound of the saxes and trumpets. Eventually though, the aliens turned into patrons and bartenders, and Castiel was left with the blandness of the bar. The only bright side being the music.

"You're welcome Luke," she replied and then went straight up to the bar, Castiel followed behind and sat beside her. It was a nice bar and thank the lord for air conditioning. He smiled and then he noticed how the bar was actually split in two. It broke off to an outside patio, another bar and bartender set up there. He looked back at Charlie and smiled.

"So what do you drink?" He asked and she shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't usually drink, I mostly just come for the music and the entertainment of the drunkards," she said and then looked around the bar. "I mean, look at him." She raised her finger and Castiel followed it to see a guy busting a move by the jukebox. He was literally flailing about and the blue eyed man laughed loudly at the scene. He shook his head then looked at the bartender.

"I'll take a rum and coke," he said and the woman nodded before looking towards Charlie.

"Hi," she said and Castiel watched as a heat rised to Charlie's cheeks. "The usual Charles?" She smiled and nodded and then the bartender left the both of them. Castiel smiled knowingly and Charlie caught the glance.

"What?" She asked and Castiel leaned forward.

"I sort of assumed you were into women earlier, but that just proved it," he said and Charlie's eyes grew wide in disbelief. She was about to retort and call it rubbish, but Castiel held up his hand. "Its okay Charles, I don't find her attractive like you do." Scratch what Castiel said before about Charlie's eyes growing wide, because they met an even new bulge when she heard Castiel say that.

"You mean?" The redhead asked and Castiel nodded. "You like?" He nodded again and she smiled. "No."

"Yes I do, and I think it would be better for both of us if we didn't talk about it in such a public place," he said as the barmaid sat their drinks down. Castiel smiled and thanked her then went back to looking at Charlie. "So I rather enjoyed reading J.R.R. Tolkien's books. I've read all of the Lord of the Rings along with the Hobbit." Charlie nodded, noticing the change in subject and smiled as she sipped her coke.

"I love them," she said with a slight smirk. Her cheeks had gone back to a normal color and Castiel wouldn't lie and say that she didn't look even more adorable with it. Her freckles even seemed to grow a different shade when she did so. "I mean, my mom would read the Hobbit to me every night before I would go to bed. Not the whole thing, but bits and pieces until I would drift off." Castiel nodded with a small smile.

"I wish my parents would have even let me have the Hobbit in the house," he said as he looked at his drink. "I mean I've read them several times, but I had to keep them from my parents. They saw magic or aliens as the work of the devil and banished me from it." Which was true, Castiel had learned to resent his parents because he had loved everything they didn't. He sipped at his drink and Charlie stood up.

"I'm going to use the ladies room," she said with a smile. "I'll be right back." Castiel nodded and watched as she left. He looked down at his drink and swished it around the glass before exploring the bar got the better of him. He stood up and walked around the bar, taking in the scene before he walked out to the patio. It was rowdier that was for sure. Castiel was surprised by how the music had changed from the sound of the cantina to a whole new set of music. It was rock music and Castiel smiled. He could enjoy this type of music, music that his parents would never enjoy. AC/DC's You shook me all night long filtered into his ears and he smiled as he let the music take him. Castiel walked around the patio and turned to the bar so that he could order another rum and coke when his eyes landed on it.

Bright green eyes, the greenest he had ever seen. Brighter than Charlie's, brighter than Sam's. Brighter than everything in the entire planet, and definitely more beautiful than anything he had ever seen. The eyes were speckled around with light brown freckles that wrapped around the man's cheeks and slipped down his neck. Castiel could only assume that they were probably peppered along every inch of his body. The man's jaw was wide and sculpted and he was just so stunningly beautiful. He was so beautiful and Castiel hadn't even seen a smile from him. He'd only seen the nod and then watched as he disappeared under the counter, probably retrieving a drink of some kind. The blue eyed man immediately took a seat at the bar and he waited patiently for the man to rise up again. To present him with the most stunningly beautiful sight in the world. He licked his lips and felt his entire body tremble with anticipation. Never before had Castiel ever been so stricken with a man at first glance. Usually he could say attractive and then chat them up, but never did he feel the need to leap across a bar and smash against him. Never had he felt like he just needed to strip off the entirety of his clothes and just ask the man to touch him. Fuck he didn't even know his name and he was fantasizing about him.

Castiel let his mind wander to the small place he had stored away, the one that always helped him in the mornings or those long nights when he just couldn't find any sort of comfort. He opened it up and let everything flow into his brain. He thought of climbing over the bar, perching himself on top of it and grabbing the other man's shirt, which by the way had been a Motorhead shirt that was hugging him way too tightly to be straight. He would pull him forward and crash their lips together hungrily, feeling the other man hesitate for a second before melting into him and grasping at his hips roughly.

Castiel's hands would slip under said tight shirt and roam around the probably perfectly muscled and tanned skin, feeling across every nook and crevice of it. He would hear the small groan of the other man and feel them press together even more. Castiel wouldn't even care that they were in the middle of a bar, wouldn't care that people could be watching. He would just continue with his business, hands slipping down to pull at the other's pants. What did those even look like? Castiel had no fucking clue. If they were as tight as his shirt, then the blue eyed man would definitely be weak in the knees and unable to move because of an erection.

He shook those thoughts away almost immediately though as his eyes met the unbelievably emerald of the other. "What can I get you?" The man asked and holy fucking shit Castiel felt like he would orgasm right there. He never knew that a man's voice could be so deep, so dripping with sexual desire. It was his normal fucking voice, it was normal for the other man and it made Castiel physically tremble. He cocked a brow at Green Eyes, deciding that it sounded like a good nickname, and felt his mouth dry up. How could he nicely say that he wanted the other man to take him to the bathroom and fuck his brains out? There wasn't one. Castiel watched as Green Eyes tilted his head to the side in a questioning manner and then licked his lips. Fuck Green Eyes, fuck him and his tongue darting out and wetting his lips. His perfectly shaped and chapped lips. "Alright, well you think of something and I'll be back."

Castiel was about to say something but Green Eyes was already heading down to the other end of the bar. How hard was it to say a rum and coke? Apparently pretty fucking hard when you had the walking and talking image of sex staring at you with his too fucking perfect face. Castiel clenched his jaw and looked down. He needed to calm himself, he really did because if he didn't he could vitally ruin his chance with Green Eyes. Of course, he could have absolutely no chance if the man was straight, but no man that beautiful should just be exclusive to girls. Castiel glanced down over the bar and holy shit, how long was he going to use that expression? Holy shit God had given Green Eyes the most beautifully shaped ass in all the world. Castiel thought he had one to be looked at, but no, fuck no did it compare to Green Eyes. The blue eyed man stared longer than should be appropriate and fixed his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose with an intake of breath. "Fuck," he muttered and then the man was turning back toward him.

His gaze immediately flickered to the bar and he felt his cheeks rise because he knew, he knew that Green Eyes had caught him even before he turned around. There was no possible way the other couldn't feel Castiel's blazing glare. "So what can I get you?" He asked with a smirk, hand holding a rag as he wiped off the bar. Castiel licked his lips and looked up at Green Eyes, watching his eyes flicker to his lips and he smirked. Gotcha.

"I'll have a rum and coke," he said and he tugged his bottom lip into his teeth, watching as Green Eyes observed that as well. Maybe getting him wasn't going to be as hard as he thought. Green Eyes nodded and then moved away from him, going to pour his drink. Castiel having his eyes roam shamelessly over the body in front of him. A few moments later and Green Eyes was setting down a drink, sliding it across for Castiel.

"So I've never seen you before," he said and Castiel shivered because his voice was just so empowering. "Where are you from?"

Castiel sipped at his drink and watched as the man bit his own lip, as if returning the gesture. "Originally?" He asked and he placed his chin in his hand and let his elbow rest on the bar. "San Francisco." Green Eyes smirked and shook his head. "What?"

"Of course you're big time city," he said and Castiel only then caught the slight accent. He pushed his glasses up his nose again and reset them on his face.

"And what is so wrong with that?" He asked and Green Eyes laughed.

"Nothing, I can just tell by looking at you that you're used to trolleys and big buildings, not one story bars and actual cars," he said and Castiel rolled his eyes.

"Oh please I've seen plenty of cars in my lifetime, just because I live in the city doesn't mean I walk everywhere."

"Do you have your driver's license?" Castiel felt his cheeks heat up and he looked down.

"No quite," he mumbled and he heard Green Eyes laugh again.

"Because you didn't think you would need it," he said and Castiel looked up at him as he sipped his drink. Fuck, he was so beautiful. "You thought that well since the corner store gets me smokes, and I can walk two blocks to buy groceries, and if I take the bus I can get a job at that one place I don't need a car, therefore I don't need a license." Castiel had never thought of it like that before. He smirked and then swished his glass some.

"What else can you read about me?" He asked and watched Green Eye's grin turn mischievous. What a sight that was, the brightness of his eyes dulling only slightly because Castiel could practically see the arousal in him. He clicked his tongue and then leaned forward so that they were practically nose to nose.

"I can tell that you've been wanting to touch me since you first looked at me," he whispered and God, Castiel didn't even know his voice could take on a deeper, even sexier tone than before. Castiel shivered and smirked.

"Oh really?" Green Eyes nodded. "And why do you say that?" Castiel licked his lips and watched as Green Eyes did it in return, so they were making gestures at each other.

"Because your eyes haven't left an inch of my body since you saw me."

"They haven't? I didn't notice," Castiel chuckled and Green Eyes leaned away from him. He watched as the other man looked around the bar and then had his eyes land back on Castiel's. He leaned down to him again and Castiel felt himself swoon when he felt the warm breath against his lips.

"I get off in five, my car is the '67 Chevy Impala," he practically purred and Castiel's eyes fluttered close at the sound of that. "I expect you to be there when I walk out." Castiel nodded, eyes still closed and when he opened them Green Eyes was gone. The blue eyed man didn't have to be told twice, his entire body was stricken with the most beautiful feeling of pleasure and he was out of his chair in a matter of seconds.

When he got outside though, he felt as if he was had. Castiel tugged on his Beatles shirt and looked around. "I have no fucking idea what an Impala looks like, let alone a '67 one," he mumbled to himself as his eyes squinted. The time being late and the sun being set didn't help with his search either. He crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. So much for actually getting something with the hottest piece of meat he had ever seen.

"Castiel!" He heard Charlie call from behind him and he turned around with a smile. "Where the fuck did you go?"

Castiel smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "Oh you know, just exploring the rest of the bar," he said sheepishly. Oh and finding the most fucking beautiful man to ever grace the Earth. I did that too Charlie, but you probably wouldn't care since you're into chicks. Castiel had thought for a moment that he had said that out loud because Charlie's expression had changed.

"Oh well I was just about to head out with Gilda," she said and Castiel nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow at the library?" Castiel nodded again and just before Charlie started to walk away he stopped her.

"Wait," he said and she looked back at him. "Please tell me you know what a '67 Chevy Impala looks like." Charlie cocked a brow but she nodded. "Where?" He looked towards all the cars and could feel his booty clock ticking away. "Charlie this is a life or death situation I need to get to that car."

"Why?" She asked and Castiel just glared at her. She chuckled and then looked at all the cars. "That one." She pointed and Castiel didn't even look at her.

"Thanks bye," he said and he was off, not even caring to look back at Charlie with a bright smile.

So Green Eyes may have lied a little. Castiel was sitting against the hood of the Impala and he kept checking his watch. It was well past five minutes, and it was well past thirty. He was just about to give up and walk to Gabriel's temporary apartment before he heard Green Eyes.

"Sorry about that, my boss made me wash all the dishes that we had," he said and Castiel turned to look at him. He smiled and shook his head.

"Its fine," he said as casually as he could even thought he could feel his body exploding with absolute need and lust. "Should we go?"

"Yeah, about that," Dean said and Castiel felt like he had just been stabbed in the gut. Was Green Eyes fucking serious? Did Castiel just wait outside a fucking bar for thirty minutes to be rejected? Did he just seriously pace back and forth around a car that he didn't even know for sure was Green Eyes' to be turned down. "Your place or mine?" Relief flooded through him and he smirked.

"Wherever is fine with me," he replied and watched as Green Eyes smiled.

"Then get in." Castiel smiled widely and climbed in.

The next thing he knew he was in Green Eyes' car, using every piece of willpower he had to not slide across the bench seat and not start attacking his neck and having his hand start to palm at his crotch.

When Green Eyes had parked his car, their destination being a field out in the middle of nowhere Castiel felt his breath hitch. The ignition had died and the windows were rolled down, but Castiel didn't hear any of that because Green Eyes had slid across the seat, doing what Castiel had been thinking about for the entirety of the ride, and grasped his shirt. "Oh fuck," was all he was able to mutter out before they were crashing together. Their lips pressed together roughly and Castiel instantly shifted his body to be pressed against the car door. He moaned uncontrollably from just the feel of Green Eyes' hands going to slide up his sides. "Fuck." He lolled his head back and Green Eyes took that as a sign to start attacking Castiel's neck. The blue eyed man trembled and he moaned again, louder because it wasn't blocked by the other man's lips.

"God if you keep doing that I might not even get the chance to fuck you," Green Eyes purred and all that did was make Castiel moan again. He looked down at Green Eyes and watched as the man's hands slid under his shirt and hiked it up. Castiel licked his lips and bit the bottom one.

"Shut up and touch me," he breathed and Green Eyes looked at him with a malicious grin. Castiel shivered again and his hands moved to tangle in the other's short sandy hair when he pulled at Castiel's jeans.

"Your pants are so tight," he said and Castiel chuckled. Of course they were tight, they showed off his ass. That was why Castiel bought them in the first place. His chuckle turned into a choked moan though when he felt them suddenly being tugged down along with his boxers. His grip in Green Eyes' hair tightened and he rolled his hips up to the other, showing off his sickeningly hard cock.

"Please," he begged because he felt no hand, or mouth, or anything wrap around him. It was just standing there out in the open and being neglected. "Please touch me." Castiel's glasses were askew, but his eyes were so screwed shut that he couldn't even begin to bother with them. He clenched his jaw and was about to open his eyes and look down before he felt Green Eyes' hot wet mouth around him. Castiel moaned in pleasure and bucked his hips forward, feeling Green Eyes gag and he smirked. "Oh fuck."

Green Eyes' mouth felt so fucking good and amazing wrapped around Castiel that if he hadn't been holding back with every inch of his being he would have came the second he felt it. He rolled his hips again and then felt the other man start bobbing his head up and down. Castiel moaned again and his hold on the other's hair only tightened. He tugged and pulled and his head lolled back. His mouth opened and he moaned again before whimpering because he had lost the touch. Castiel's eyes finally opened and he looked down at Green Eyes. "Why," fuck he was so breathless, "why did you stop?" He asked and he felt the other's lips only moments later. The blue eyed man moved his hands from Green Eyes' hair to wrap around his neck and felt the calloused hands of him pull down Castiel's pants even more, till they were just discarded clothing on the bottom of his car. Castiel lunged forward, lips still connected with the other man's as he straddled his legs on either side of the him. He was so hungry, so hungry for more touching. Castiel had never been like this before, never been so wrapped up in another man. Green Eyes' broke the kiss for a second, or maybe more, but Castiel couldn't even comprehend time, and pressed his forehead to Green Eyes'. He looked down at his jeans and a second later Castiel felt the other man's cock against his own.

Castiel's back arched and he wrapped his hands around Green Eyes roughly, tugging at his shirt. He moaned loudly, feeling his voice crack and he looked at the man. "Take," he let out a long breath and lolled his head back in a moan. "Take off your shirt!" His voice was a snarl and he watched as Green Eyes took a second away from their cocks to strip off his shirt.

"Yours too," he mumbled for the first time since Castiel felt his mouth around his cock. Castiel nodded obediently and his shirt was thrown to the back seat. Lips attached onto his neck and the blue eyed man felt his cock twitch against the other.

"Fuck Green Eyes!" He almost screamed and his hands went to claw down the other's back. He felt the man groan and moan as he pulled away. Castiel looked at him with a flushed face and he watched as the other man smiled.

"Green Eyes?" He asked breathlessly and his hand wrapped around both of their cocks, causing Castiel to tense and flail slightly. The blue eyed man wrapped around Green Eyes and he clawed at his back again. "I like it." His lips were on Castiel's again seconds later, hand stroking them down faster and causing Castiel to whimper.

"Fuck," he muttered and then he felt Green Eyes' tongue slide against his. He moaned and took more of it into his mouth, nipping on it every chance he could. One of Castiel's hands went to trail up Green Eyes' back and he tangled it in his hair yet again. He tugged on it, breaking their kiss for a second and hearing the man moan and writhe from underneath him.

Castiel chuckled and they were at it again, tongues slipping and sliding together, cocks rubbing against one another and getting stimulated by Green Eyes' hand. Castiel's entire body was trembling and shaking from the stimulation and eventually he couldn't take it anymore. His back arched and his nails dug bluntly into Green Eyes' back as he broke the kiss with a moan. "Fuck!" He came faster and harder than he had ever imagined possible and didn't even realized that it was only a few strokes later before Green Eyes had climaxed as well.

He heard Green Eyes moan and felt him tremble against Castiel. "Holy shit," he breathed and Castiel smiled as he kissed him again and again, peppering them across his cheeks and freckles. He eventually trailed them down to his neck and he sucked a big purple bruise into the tan skin. "Holy shit that was amazing." Castiel chuckled and looked at Green Eyes, completely out of breath. It clicked then, everything they just did and the hesitation that the other man seemed to project.

"This was your first time with a man wasn't it?" He asked and watched Green Eyes frown.

"You could tell?" He asked and Castiel almost thought that it sounded defeated if not hurt. Castiel shook his head and he smiled at Green Eyes.

"God no," he breathed and his hand ran up and down the other's back. "No I couldn't tell till we were done that you hadn't done it before." Green Eyes looked at Castiel and smiled, leaning over to peck his lips against the other's. Castiel pressed back and then the feeling of them were gone.

"I should take you home shouldn't I?" He asked and Castiel sighed but nodded. He fixed his glasses and slowly removed himself from Green Eyes' embrace. Green Eyes moved to tuck his cock back into his pants and he started the car back up in no time. Castiel frowned, but he scrambled for his clothes, using his boxers to wipe the come off of his chest and Green Eyes'. He leaned over the bench seat to pick up his Beatles shirt and he slipped it over his head, dropping his boxers on the floor in the backseat in the process.. Castiel leaned back in his seat and slipped on his pants. "Where do you live?"

Castiel looked over at Green Eyes and then at the road. "Saddlehorn Drive," he said and watched as Green Eyes nodded. "Do you know how to get there?"

"Yeah," he said and he started up his car. Green Eyes' shirt was still off and now Castiel had the opportunity to just sit and stare at how perfect it was. He was right in the fact that his freckles continued their trail down his body and around his shoulders. He was right that he was well toned and looked like a piece of art.

"You're beautiful you know that?" Castiel said and he watched the heat rise on the other's cheeks. "Is that weird? Another man calling you beautiful?" Green Eyes shook his head and flipped his turn signal on.

"Not weird, just uncommon," he said and looked over at Castiel. "You're beautiful too." Castiel smiled and looked out the window. He fixed his glasses and licked his lips.

"Why thank you," he mumbled and he looked down at his hands.

Castiel and Green Eyes spent the next thirty minutes in silence as they drove to his apartment. When they got there he noticed the light was on and he looked over at the other man. "This is my stop," he said with a small smile.

"So it is," Green Eyes said and Castiel popped the door open. "See you around?"

Castiel smirked and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He licked his lips and watched Green Eyes return the gesture. "See you around." He climbed out of the car reluctantly and watched as the other man drove off, leaving a trail of exhaust in his wake. Castiel bit his lip then trudged up the stairs to their apartment, not at all surprised that Gabriel was still awake.

Where have you been Cassie?" He asked and Castiel rolled his eyes.

"Does it matter?" Castiel retorted and Gabriel laughed.

"No, but did you at least find a book?" Castiel looked at Gabriel, half tempted to say that he found a lot of things and that one of them was the sexiest fucking person alive.

"Yes," he said with a nod and Gabriel smiled.

"Well that's good," he mumbled and Castiel yawned. "Go get some rest, those hickeys will hurt like hell in the morning." The blue eyed man's eyes grew wide and Gabriel barked a laugh. "A friend of yours dropped this off." He handed Castiel his book and then yawned himself. "She said you were jazzed about something." Castiel looked down at the book and he smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah I was," he said and he grasped his book a little tighter. "I'll see you in the morning Gabriel." He kissed his brother's cheek then disappeared into his room, shutting the door behind him. Castiel plopped down onto his bed, thinking about the fact that he didn't even get Green Eyes' name, and he clenched his jaw. "Where was I?" He flipped through the pages of the book and eventually found the spot he was on. 'A government spider sidled up to him and attempted to press a copy of his prepared speech into his hands.'

Castiel was unpreparedly asleep after a few pages.