Title: Until The Masquerade Is Over
Rating: NC-17
Pairings and characters: Dean/Castiel, Anna, Samandriel, Charlie, Gabriel, Benny, Ash, Bartholomew, Jody, mentions of Dick Roman.
Warnings/tags: Human!AU, College!AU, homophobia, explicit male/male sex, barebacking, bottom!Castiel, top!Dean, dub-con situations/attempted rape (NOT between Dean and Cas), underage drinking.
Full summary: Human/College!AU: Castiel isn't the kind of guy who would let just anyone get into his pants. He has rules to keep his dignity and not to get his heart broken by a random stranger, but when he attends a Halloween party at his college and catches the attention of a mysterious guy in a Batman suit with the most stunning, green eyes ever, Castiel finds himself breaking that rule. But who is this green-eyed man, whom he ends up having the best sex of his life with, and will Castiel ever find out who the guy behind the mask really is?
Beta: The story is beta'ed by bookwormblondie. Find her on Tumblr with that username :)
Notes: Castiel is 18 years old in this story and Dean is 19. There's no underage sex.
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College. Where you were supposed to study, learn, get stressed out over hundreds of projects and assignments, and barely have any free time. That was where Castiel was. He was only in his first year, studying to be a teacher, but he already felt the pressure on his shoulders. Not just because of all the assignments, homework, and god knows what else he had to do, but also because his parents expected him to get good grades and not waste his potential.
He had only been to college for barely two months, and he already felt kind of stressed about all the things he had to do and learn. Socially, he was doing pretty good – at least compared to high school. He got along with several people, though he hadn't really made any new friends yet.
Castiel had never been very good at making new friends – he could be awkward, and his liking for books probably scared some people off, but he did have some close friends from elementary school whom he had also gone to high school with and now college as well. Those friends were Anna and Samandriel, who both took school as seriously as him and who liked reading almost just as much as Castiel did. His friends were the reason that Castiel had survived the social horrors of high school, and now he and Samandriel shared a dorm room at the large college that they went to now.
It was a rainy Wednesday in October and lunch break had finally started. Castiel exited the classroom along with his classmates and headed to the southern cafeteria, looking forward to meeting up with Anna and Samandriel there.
There was a lot of pushing in the corridors as everyone hurried to get lunch, but Castiel was kind of used to that from high school. He kept himself as small as possible and tried not to bump into anyone, holding his laptop bag close to his body as he walked. Luckily he was a bit scrawny and his shoulders weren't as broad as many of the other boys', so he could easily pass through the masses.
Although college was tough and required a lot of study, Castiel wasn't in class for more than four to six hours a day. Most of the work (homework, projects, assignments) was in his free time, which kind of sucked, but at least he could do it in the library or in his dorm room where he wouldn't be bothered.
The cafeteria was loud when he arrived there. Everyone was talking, chatting, and some were shouting or laughing out loud. It smelled of burgers, fries, and pasta, and Castiel felt his stomach rumble as the smells teased his nose. He quickly went over to get some food on his plate before turning to find his friends somewhere in the room.
Anna beamed when she spotted Castiel in the crowds of the cafeteria and quickly waved him over to her table. Samandriel sat across from her, and in the other end of the long table sat a group of girls that Castiel didn't know.
"Hey, Cas. Was wondering where you were," Anna said as Castiel seated himself next to her, carrying a tray with a coke, burger, and fries on it.
"Yeah, we almost sent a search squad for you," Samandriel chuckled.
Castiel rolled his eyes at them and got comfortable on his chair. "My stupid teacher just dragged the class out by five minutes, and the corridors were unusually crowded as I headed here. Sorry I took so long." He put his computer bag on the floor between his legs (to make sure no one took it) and finally began eating, needing to fill his empty stomach with something.
Anna laughed and patted his shoulder. "Don't apologize. And I'm guessing that teacher was Dick Roman?"
"Yes, he lives up to his name…"
His friends laughed, and Castiel watched as Samandriel pulled out his phone and typed a text message. Judging from the goofy smile on his face, Castiel guessed that message was for the girl in Samandriel's art class whom he just wouldn't admit he had a crush on.
"So, are you guys looking forward to the big Halloween Party on Friday next week?" Anna asked, looking between them in excitement.
Castiel groaned, hating that Anna was always so excited about such events.
"Yeah, I'm definitely going," Samandriel beamed.
"Of course you are. Your crush is coming, isn't she?" Anna said, having looked right through Samandriel from the beginning. They had all known each other since the first grade, so Anna knew exactly how to read him.
Samandriel blushed heavily and glanced at the people around them in paranoia. "I don't have a crush on her! Stop saying that!"
Anna laughed. "Yeah, right. You're too obvious." She chuckled at Samandriel's red face before looking at Castiel again. She gave him a small nudge with her elbow. "How about you, Cas? You going?"
"No, I think I'll pass…" Castiel murmured, not liking such events at all. It was too crowded, too noisy, and the older students got wasted and hit on everyone around them. Castiel didn't really want to witness that.
"No way! I'm not taking no for an answer," Anna said in her most stubborn voice, crossing her arms as she gave him a hard look of disappointment. "I've been looking forward to finally hanging out with you. We've all been so busy with college, and I think a single night of partying will do us good. Please, please, Castiel? You can't leave me alone there with a love-struck Samandriel…"
"I'm not love-struck!" Samandriel protested, his cheeks flushing red again.
Castiel turned his head and looked at Anna in reluctance. His friend stared back at him with her best pleading face, and he found himself unable to say no to her. He knew she had a point and he too missed hanging out with his friends. Besides, the party couldn't be that bad. Maybe he'd get to know people and get closer to his new classmates, if they were attending as well.
He stared at Anna for a bit longer before letting out a deep sigh of defeat. "Okay, fine, I'll go. But I'm not dressing up."
"Oh, but you have to dress up, otherwise it's boring!"
"I'm still not dressing up. I wouldn't even know what to dress up as."
"I think you'd look good in anything," Anna grinned. "Maybe your costume will catch the attention of a hot, muscled guy who can top your pretty bottom." She giggled and gave him a suggestive wink.
Castiel's face went bright red with embarrassment. It wasn't a secret to his friends that he was gay and that he was a bottom. Ever since he was nine years old, he had always found himself looking at boys rather than girls. He had tried to keep it a secret from others ever since high school, because not everyone was very accepting of homosexuality, but at one point it had gotten out that he was gay and then hell broke loose. He had had to live with homophobic slurs when walking down the corridors, writings on his locker, desk, and in his books, and his peers making fun of him. P.E. class especially had been a living nightmare. He had almost had a mental breakdown until his parents found a good psychologist for him, who helped him get through it and taught him how to deal with it. Now he was much stronger against the homophobes, but there were days where he felt more vulnerable to their insults.
"Please don't say that out loud!" Castiel chastised at Anna, glancing around himself to see if anyone heard. No one seemed to pay attention to what they were saying. Everyone was minding their own business, eating, talking, being loud, and guys from the college football team walked through the cafeteria like they owned the place. College was much less group-divided than high school, but Castiel could still see some similarities, especially with the first-year students.
"Sorry," Anna told him, looking a bit guilty. "But you can never know. There are other guys out there who like dick just like you do, and there has to be other gays at this college too. Who knows, maybe you'll find a decent guy at the party?"
"I doubt that…"
Anna sighed, but she seemed satisfied that Castiel had agreed to going to the party with them.
Castiel continued eating, and their conversation took a new turn as Anna complained to them about some snobbish girl in her class.
While he was listening to his friends talking and eating from his burger, Castiel's attention was suddenly caught when there was a loud noise a few tables in front of him. He looked over and saw that it was just a few guys who had pranked one of their friends by yanking his chair away before he could sit, making him crash butt-first into the floor. People laughed, and the victim seemed grumpy and sore, but then one of the guys reached out his hand and helped him back on his feet.
Castiel blinked as he stared at the guy who had helped the other student up from the floor. The guy was unusually handsome. He had nice, muscled arms and chest, broad shoulders, sandy-colored hair, and green eyes. Castiel watched as the guy laughed and patted the victim's shoulder before sitting down with the others. He couldn't stop staring at the handsome face until the guy sat down with his back turned to him.
Anna glanced between Castiel and the student he was staring at. "Dude. Don't tell me you like Dean Winchester?"
Castiel turned his head to look at her, blinking. "Who?"
Anna gestured at Dean. "Him. Dean Winchester. One of my friends from my Psychology class knows him a bit. She says he's a lady-magnet, and he certainly isn't gay or likes them much. Probably not a good idea to stare at him like that…"
"I wasn't staring," Castiel denied, defensiveness in his voice.
Samandriel snorted out a laugh, and he struggled to contain his laughter as Castiel turned his head to send him an amused glare.
Anna gave him an unconvinced look before they went back to talking, and Castiel didn't pay Dean any further attention.
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The day of the party arrived, and Castiel almost regretted having agreed to attend the Halloween Party with Anna and Samandriel. He was not a party person, and the mere thought of going there made him nervous and anxious. And there was no way in hell he'd dress up.
Anna was all excited about the party. She saw it as an opportunity to bond more with the friends she had made in the two months they had attended college so far, and she was definitely more into partying than Castiel was. Samandriel too was excited, mostly because the girl he liked would also attend. Castiel kind of feared that his friends would abandon him there to hang out with their new friends, and in the afternoon before the party he was trembling with anxiety.
Anna came to Castiel and Samandriel's dorm room at 7:45pm to pick them up, as the party started at 8pm. The Halloween Party was taking place in the great hall of the college, which was for major gatherings and events.
"Jeez, why didn't you dress up?" Anna complained, looking Castiel up and down in disapproval when he stood in his dorm room, dressed in just some tight, dark pants and a dark blue t-shirt. Anna herself was dressed as a witch with a nice, pointy hat, a slim, black dress, polished black nails, and red lipstick that went well with her red hair. In her right hand she was holding a broomstick that had followed with her costume, but it didn't look like one of those cheap things that broke as soon as you even looked at it. She looked pretty good, and Castiel couldn't help but admire her costume and her charisma.
"I told you I don't want to dress up," Castiel muttered.
Next to him, Samandriel was dressed in dark pants and with a black t-shirt which ribs printed on it. It wasn't much, but at least he had made a bit of effort. He laughed at his friends as Anna complained about Castiel's lack of costume.
"I figured you'd be like that…" Anna sighed deeply and shook her head helplessly before reaching into her pocket. "Here, put this on. You're not getting in unless you're dressed up as something."
Castiel stared at her in horror when she reached out her hand towards him, revealing a set of cat ears that he could attach to his head. "I'm not wearing that!"
"Yes, you are! You've already paid to attend, and one of the rules is that you must be dressed as something, so quit complaining and just put it on."
Castiel cringed when he realized he didn't really have a choice if he wanted to join.
Samandriel laughed. "Wow, that is seriously going to attract all the gay guys at college when they see you."
Castiel hated being made fun of, and he certainly didn't want to show himself at the party wearing those cat ears. Reluctantly, he reached out his hand and took the eats from Anna's hand. "Why do I have to wear this?" he muttered, sulking.
"Because I just saw a sign that everyone who attends the party without costumes or take it off during the night will be pranked. You don't want to risk that, do you?" Anna explained.
Castiel cringed, staring at the cat ears like they were going to jump up and strangle him at any moment, before he finally sighed and put them on. He hadn't felt this ridiculous for a long time as he stood there with fake cat ears on his head.
Anna looked at him and smiled, pleased with how it looked on him.
"You look pretty good with that," Samandriel said, sincerely.
"Thanks…" Castiel blushed a bit before following his friends out of the room to head to the party with them. The cat ears felt a bit strange on his head, but he didn't want to scratch himself too much. His hair was messy enough as it was and it was never easy making it look right.
When they finally arrived at the party, Castiel almost couldn't recognize the room. It was very dark with the dimmed lights, and people had put black cardboards and stuff over the walls to make it look darker. There were mannequin dolls dressed up as something spooky, fake skulls and spiders all over the place and on the tables and even on the lamps, and everyone was dressed up in various costumes; witches, superheroes, skeletons, characters from famous TV shows, ghosts, etc. Most of the costumes and makeup were very good, and there were a few that were quite convincing, which freaked Castiel out a little as Anna dragged him through the crowds to find an available table. There was music in the room and the beat of the bass vibrated unpleasantly in Castiel's body.
Everyone seemed to be having fun, and lots of people got complimented on their costumes. Many of the girls were dressed up as something sexy, often revealing some skin on their legs or chest, and Castiel felt sorry for the girls who got unwanted attention from the guys because of it.
The three of them glanced around and admired all the costumes, and they greeted the people they knew as they walked through the crowds.
Castiel felt quite self-conscious wearing those cat ears, but not many people seemed to notice them. When they did get noticed, people didn't stare too much and didn't make fun of it, and a few smiled as they looked at him. A few girls also wore cat ears and even tails and whiskers, so Castiel felt rather reassured by that.
The music got a bit louder as more students poured into the room and a lot of them began dancing. There wasn't going to be a dinner there, but some of the students who had arranged the party came around and handed out lots of candy to everyone and put it on the tables, and there was lots of soda to drink. There wasn't any booze there, since many students were below the age of 21, but it was quite possible that someone would smuggle some in and pour it into the drinks without the teachers finding out. The older students also had a habit of buying some and bringing it to the college, so that people could go outside and get their drinks spiced up. They always found a way to get past the rules.
They sat down at a table and some of Anna's new friends joined. They complimented her on her costume, which she got really happy and excited about.
Samandriel stayed with them until he spotted his crush in the crowds. He then clumsily got up and excused himself, going over to start a chat with her. Castiel was happy for him that he had found someone he liked, but he was kind of sad when his friend left the table.
Anna talked to her new friends, and Castiel talked to some of them too. They were mostly girls, but there were two guys with them. Castiel didn't talk that often with other guys – especially not the ones who knew he was gay and had a problem with it. He always kind of thought that girls were easier to talk to, at least after he became a teenager. He had had male friends before, and in high school he had even had a boyfriend. It hadn't lasted that long, though.
Quickly he found himself relaxing, and the new people were rather easy to talk to. Maybe the party wasn't that bad after all.
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Meanwhile at the party, Dean was hanging out with his buddies and enjoying the attention from the girls. All of his friends had agreed to dress up as Batman – including Dean – to attend a competition that was going to happen later to determine who was the best Batman at the party. They all wore their Batman masks, and it was difficult to tell who was who because they couldn't see each other's faces. Dean was rather easy to recognize, though; he was wearing an amulet that Sam had given him once when they were kids, and it hung around his neck and was clearly visible.
Dean was having a good time, and he had managed to get his hands on a drink that had been spiced up a bit with alcohol. He was only 19 (almost 20), so he'd have to try not to get caught by the teachers.
He was hanging out with Benny in the crowds when Ash – who was the only one of Dean's friends who hadn't followed their Batman dress code and was instead dressed as a cowboy – suddenly came over and slung his arms around both of them.
"Finally a fucking party. All that studying is killing my brain," Ash said, already sounding a bit drunk. The party had only been going on for half an hour, but Ash had drunk a lot during that time and some before that.
"Don't you worry about that. You ain't got much inside that head of yours," Benny joked, laughing.
Dean laughed too, and Ash grunted and supported himself against them.
"You be quiet there, Bad-man. I could hack into the damn Pentagon if I wanted," Ash said, his voice slurry but serious.
Dean and Benny just laughed, and they had to support Ash a bit as he wobbled backwards after he had released them.
"Jeez, Ash. Thirty minutes and you're wasted," Dean chuckled.
"Hey, I began drinking at 3pm! You guys are just slow." Ash was 21 years old, but because he had wasted some time before getting into college, he was a first-year student like Dean and Benny were. They had met Ash just two months ago, but they already got along very well.
"Easy there, Cowboy," Benny chuckled, holding onto Ash's arm before he could tip over.
"I'm easy," Ash insisted, snorting as if Benny was silly. When a group of girls dressed in female Captain America costumes walked by, Ash froze and focused on their pretty butts as he watched them walk. "Ohh. Damn. Wait up, ladies!" He ushered Dean and Benny aside and made his way over to the girls on unsteady legs.
Dean and Benny just laughed their asses off at the sight, shaking their heads.
"Oh man, they are gonna kick him so bad if he tries anything with them," Benny snickered.
"I'd love to watch that," Dean smirked, taking another swig from his drink. He suddenly spotted someone walking past him, and his eyes immediately fell on the person's ass. The person was wearing tight, dark pants, and Dean hummed in appreciation until he lifted his gaze and saw that that perfect ass actually belonged to a boy. Disappointment flowed through him, but only for a second, until he had a closer look at the boy, who was currently struggling to get through the crowds with a soda in his hand. The guy was thin, had pretty, black and messy hair, and Dean caught a glimpse of blue eyes. But mostly it was those cat ears on top of the guy's head he stared at. They suited him pretty well.
Dean had always been considered as being strictly heterosexual. He was popular with the ladies and he appreciated the female form, but as much as he liked to think he was straight, he had also found himself having a thing for boys too, as long as they were smaller built than him. And this guy he was looking at right now was definitely hot. And those cat ears… The guy just had to be gay.
Dean watched as the boy pushed his way through the crowds, murmuring 'excuse me' and 'sorry' every time he bumped into someone, until he went over and seated himself at one of the tables near the wall. Dean took another sip from his drink, staring at the boy whenever there was a free line of sight in his direction through the crowds.
"Dude. Are you checking out that boy?" Benny asked, his eyebrow raised in suspicion when he saw who Dean was staring at.
Dean immediately snapped out of it and turned to look at Benny. "What? No! I just… He looks familiar," he lied.
"Oh. Well, that guy's name is Casteel or something like that. Don't remember. Word has it he's gay."
Dean's eyes widened, and a part of him inside was very pleased to hear that. "And where'd you hear that?" He tried to keep his voice as stripped of emotions as possible, not wanting Benny to pick up on his interest in the boy.
Benny shrugged. "Our buddy Tyler went to high school with him and I heard him talking about it. But that's not important. Let's go find the rest of our buddies and some ladies!" He grinned as he wrapped his arm around Dean's shoulders and guided him in the direction of their other friends.
Dean cast one final glance over his shoulder at the boy with the cat ears. His interest had been caught and he knew he'd have to somehow get to know that boy better. Lucky for him, his friends' table was rather close to that of the blue-eyed boy.
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The time flew by rather quickly as Castiel talked with the people at their table, but he soon began to feel tired from all the social interactions. There were too many people and too much noise around him for him to properly enjoy himself, and at 9pm he was already rather fed up with it.
While the others were engaged in some huge discussion about college debt, Castiel sighed and glanced at the people around him. It was still loud and crowded, and he saw several guys (and also girls) dressed in Batman costumes. There were so many Batman people at the party it was almost ridiculous, but Castiel had heard some rumors that there was going to be a competition about who made the best Batman, so he guessed that was why.
He glanced around and admired people's costumes until someone suddenly caught his attention. There was a guy sitting a few tables away, dressed in a Batman costume and hanging out with friends, who were also in Batman costumes, and he was staring right back at Castiel. They locked eyes and neither looked away from the other. Castiel couldn't stop staring at the guy, and he shifted a bit when he saw the masked stranger's eyes roam over his body, checking him out. It was such a scrutinizing stare, but it wasn't unpleasant as such.
The guy lifted his gaze to look at Castiel's face again, his tongue coming out of his mouth to lick his lips. They stared at each for a few more seconds until one of the guy's friends distracted him and he had to look away.
Castiel felt a pleasant shiver go up his spine and his face flushed a bit. He quickly blinked out of it and looked away, trying to pay attention to Anna and the others again.
Half an hour went by, and Castiel kept feeling that strange guy from earlier staring at him. Whenever he slowly turned his head to look back, the guy was still staring at him, his eyes boring into his. It should probably have freaked Castiel out, but for some reason he was kind of flattered that he had caught someone's eye. Maybe it was those stupid cat ears that he was wearing. He had kind of wanted to take them off, but he had grown used to them now and he didn't want to risk being pranked if he took them off. They didn't bother him anymore anyway.
Eventually Castiel felt thirsty because of the hot air in the room, so he decided to go and get something more to drink. He excused himself and got up from his seat, wandering into the crowds towards the long table where they served drinks. People were dancing to the music and talking really loud, and Castiel wished he could leave soon.
He cursed under his breath when he kept getting bumped into by guys dressed in Batman costumes. Every time he thought it was that strange guy who had been staring at him, but the body types didn't match.
When he finally arrived at the table, he ordered another coke from the male student there. He paid for his drink and muttered a thanks to the guy, and was just about to leave when suddenly someone spoke to him.
"Hey there."
Castiel turned to see who it was, and he sucked in a breath when he saw that mystery guy from earlier standing in front of him. The guy was almost a head taller than him, more muscled and broad, and he had a cocky smile on his lips as he stared down at Castiel. Castiel couldn't see the guy's face; only his mouth and jawline, but he could tell that he was handsome. There were two small holes where the eyes were, and Castiel was stunned by green eyes he saw.
"Um, hi," Castiel finally said, blushing shyly and feeling stupid for having taken several seconds to reply.
The guy just smiled it off, pleased that he had finally replied. "So, um, how are you doing? You looked a little like you wanted to escape earlier when I saw you with your friends."
Castiel blinked at him before looking away. "I'm not much of a party person…"
"Hmm." The masked stranger hummed and stared at Castiel in a calculating manner for a few seconds.
Castiel shifted awkwardly, and for some reason his heart was beating rather fast in his chest as the guy stared at him. "I, um, better get back to my friends."
"Can I join you?"
Frowning, Castiel raised his head to look at the stranger. "I… I don't even know you."
The guy laughed – a sound that Castiel found himself liking.
"Well, we can get to know each other."
Again that confident smirk that made Castiel blush and feel strange inside. "Um…" He glanced over at the table where his friends were, seeing that someone else had suddenly occupied his chair and was talking to his friends. Great.
The stranger followed his gaze. "Looks like your chair got hijacked. We can go somewhere else, if you like? There are plenty of available tables around."
Castiel hesitated for a bit before nodding. Anna had told him to get to know new people, so that's what he'd do; get to know this guy.
The masked stranger grinned in triumph before guiding Castiel towards the other end of the room, far away from their friends.
Castiel felt a little nervous, as he didn't even know who this guy was, but there was something intriguing about him. He followed the guy until they reached a part of the room that was less crowded and where the music wasn't as loud. They found a small table and sat down, sitting next to each other since there were only two chairs at the table. Seemed like someone had run away with the other chairs.
They kept some distance to each other, but Castiel still thought they were sitting rather close. It was a round table, so although they sat next to one another, it still felt a bit like they were also opposite each other.
"So, what's your name?" the stranger asked, resting his arms casually on the table and leaning forward while staring at Castiel in interest. His eyes darted to the cat ears on Castiel's head every now and then, but the main focus was on his face.
"Um, I'm Castiel," he replied, putting his hands in his lap in a gesture of shyness. When he realized how girly that was, he quickly put his hands up on the table, and the stranger chuckled as he picked up on how nervous Castiel was. Castiel felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment.
"That's an unusual and long name. Mind if I call you Cas?"
"Sure. My friends call me that too." Castiel's hands were restless as he folded them on the table, but he soon began to relax a little as the stranger just kept smiling at him. "And, um, what's your name? Shouldn't you take off your mask…?"
"Nah, the mask better stay on. It's more interesting this way," the stranger said, leaning back in his chair but kept his eyes on Cas. "As for a name… Not willing to share that either."
Castiel frowned. "But you're the one that suggested we get to know each other."
The stranger coughed and shifted uncomfortably, if not nervously. He glanced away, and Castiel had the feeling that he was a little conflicted. "Well, I'm not… gay." He said that word with caution and his eyes flickered over to look at Castiel in wariness. "I like girls and I always have, but…"
"You've found yourself being attracted to boys too," Castiel finished for him. It slowly began to dawn on him why the stranger wanted to stay a stranger.
The guy rubbed the back of his neck, which was covered by his mask. "Well, yeah. Some guys, not all guys. I have types." His eyes flickered over to look at Castiel again and he swallowed a bit. "I'm just not very used to that thought yet and I don't want to go public about it, so… I prefer staying anonymous at the moment."
Castiel nodded quietly. "Alright."
"You just kinda caught my interest, so I wanted to get to know you more. It's fine if you've changed your mind about not wanting to sit here anymore—"
"I haven't changed my mind," Castiel cut him off, looking straight back at him. "I'm just not very used to talking to someone whom I can't see. It makes it hard to—"
"Trust the person?" the stranger finished for him.
Castiel stared back at him before nodding. "Yes…"
The masked stranger let out a soft chuckle, placing his arms on the table again so they were crossed and then leaned forward. "Well, I'm not a creepy guy and I'm not here to lure you into some trick to make fun of you. I'm just a regular guy who wants to get to know you."
"You mean you're a closet case who wants to see if he's really into guys or if it's just in his imagination?" Castiel murmured.
"Well, not exactly. I'm a closet guy, yes, but I already know that I'm into guys – well, certain types of guys, anyway."
Castiel stared at the stranger, trying to assess him. He seemed trustworthy and honest, and there was something about him that made Castiel's stomach flip. He had always found it hard to talk to guys – especially guys whom he was attracted to – but with this guy the conversation just seemed so easy. It must be chemistry or something, he figured.
The stranger stared back at him, a smile on his lips. He seemed to study Castiel's facial features and his eyes, and the loud music and deafening voices and shouts around them just seemed to disappear as they sat there. "So… Are you from town?" he asked, switching the topic.
"Yes, I am," Castiel replied, smiling. "You?"
"Also from town," the stranger smirked.
Castiel nodded, leaning back in his chair and felt quite comfortable all of sudden.
Something shiny suddenly caught Castiel's eyes as the stranger began playing absently with an item that hung around his neck, and he noticed it was some sort of amulet. "What's that?" he asked, gesturing at it.
The stranger glanced down at the amulet and held it out for Castiel to see. "Just some amulet my little brother gave me once when we were kids. I always wear it."
"Are you sure you dare showing me that? What if I recognize it if we bump into each other when you're not wearing a mask?" Castiel asked with a smirk on his lips, pouring as much teasing into his voice as he could.
The stranger laughed, warm and amused. "Oh, I'll keep it out of your sight when I spot you," he smirked and let go of the amulet. "So… You got any siblings?"
"Yes, I have an older brother, Gabriel. He left college this summer but lives at home with our parents now because he hasn't got the money to move out yet. He only just found a job, so it'll take a while before he can find an apartment."
"Hmm." The stranger let his words sink in. "Do you parents know that you're, you know… gay?"
"Yes…" Castiel stared down at his hands. "They know, and they don't mind, and neither does my brother. They helped me when I had a hard time in high school."
"I guess being gay is never easy…"
"No, it isn't." Castiel clenched his jaw and kept staring at the table. The memories of his high school year always made him feel a bit depressed. He'd rather just forget that high school ever happened.
The stranger eyed him in sympathy. "So… You never had a boyfriend?"
"I did, in high school." Castiel looked up at him again. "His name was Balthazar. He was nice, and we were together for a few months, but it didn't work out."
"Hmm. So someone already had a taste of you then?"
Castiel blushed furiously. "S-So what?"
"Nothing," the stranger chuckled.
Over the next twenty minutes they talked a bit back and forth about the party, life and college, and the teachers. Castiel found that the stranger knew some of his teachers, and that he shared the same hatred for Dick Roman as he did. The stranger never shared any information that could reveal who he was, but Castiel was rather okay with that. It felt pretty good to just chat with someone and judging them by what they looked like, and as they talked, Castiel felt more and more relaxed. He laughed at the stranger's jokes and shared some too which the masked guy also laughed at, and their chemistry just flowed so well. Castiel didn't know if it was because he couldn't see who he was talking to or because they just naturally got along well.
Anna had sent him a text message to ask where he went, so Cas had had to reply to her that he was with someone.
For once, Castiel was really enjoying himself, and the more he stared at the stranger's figure in front of him, the more attracted he felt to the guy. His body-build was the kind that Castiel found most attractive, and his voice was pleasant to listen to. He had the feeling that the stranger was trying to make his voice a bit deeper so that Castiel wouldn't recognize it if they ever talked face-to-face, but he actually didn't mind.
At some point the stranger got up to get them some drinks, and he respected that Castiel only wanted a coke, not booze. They only sold canned coke at the party, so Castiel could be sure that no roofies or whatever had been put into it. Not that he thought that the masked stranger would do that – he seemed like a nice guy – but he couldn't be completely sure.
While the stranger had gone for drinks, Castiel had made his way over to Anna to let her know that he was really okay and was just talking to some guy. He had texted her about it, but he knew she was the kind of friend who worried a lot, so he thought he'd go and reassure her. Castiel tried not to blush when Anna grinned at him like a jerk and gave him the thumb-ups when he told her how well he and the stranger got along, before he finally went back to the table in time for the stranger to come back.
They talked a bit more after that, and soon it was 11pm. Castiel was surprised by how fast time had passed. Many of the students at the party had already left to continue partying elsewhere.
"You missed your Batman competition," Castiel said, feeling a bit guilty that he had kept the guy occupied while the competition went on.
The stranger shrugged. "It wasn't that important. It's more fun talking to you, anyway."
He gave Castiel a confident smirk that made him blush. The stranger chuckled softly before leaning closer to him. Their chairs had somehow ended up much closer to each other during the two hours they had talked, and Castiel felt a small shiver go up his spine as the stranger leaned in to whisper something in his ear.
"Do you wanna get out of here together?"
A spark of arousal ran through Castiel, without his consent. He knew a pick-up line for sex when he heard it, and sex was definitely what the stranger was offering. Castiel stared back at the stranger, whose eyes were just in front of his own now. He swallowed and nodded. "Yes."
With a smirk of victory, the stranger gently grabbed his hand and started leading him out of the room. Castiel felt a little disappointed that the stranger was wearing gloves and that he couldn't feel the guy's skin on his own.
They smoothly walked through the crowds of dancing people and loud music, until they finally reached the exit. Together they got out of there and headed down several corridors outside until the stranger pulled Castiel into an empty classroom.
It was dark in the room, and the stranger only turned on a bit of light – but only enough for them to see each other dimly – before turning to face Castiel and approaching him slowly.
Castiel swallowed, his body feeling warm with arousal and his dick beginning to harden in his pants. This wasn't something he ever did; having sex with strangers. He preferred knowing the guy he had sex with and build a relationship with him first like he had done with Balthazar, but there was something about this guy that Castiel just couldn't resist.
Slowly, the stranger put his hands on Castiel's hips, staring into his eyes. His pupils were dilated with lust, so Castiel was sure he was not the only one who was aroused there.
"Do you want this?" the stranger asked, searching Castiel's eyes.
Castiel stared back at him and slowly moved his arms up, wrapping them around the stranger's neck. "Yes. I do, I… There's something about you," he whispered. His eyes moved down to stare at the masked stranger's lips, admiring their shape and pink color.
"There's something about you too. You drive me insane," the stranger breathed, his face getting so close to Castiel's that their lips brushed together. When the stranger finally pressed forward, their lips connected in a kiss that soon turned hungry and fiery.
Castiel mewled and grabbed a hold of the back of the stranger's mask, forgetting that he couldn't grab his hair. The stranger let out a growl, like a warning that Cas shouldn't tear off his mask, before moving his own hand up and burying it in Castiel's messy, black hair, careful not to make those ears fall off.
Castiel gasped loudly as the stranger yanked his head back. His neck got exposed, and a shiver of arousal ran up his spine as the stranger started sucking bruises into his neck. "Ah! Oh god," he moaned, his dick getting harder in his pants now.
The stranger hummed in approval and kept kissing, sucking, and tasting Castiel's neck
Castiel moaned and shuddered as the stranger's mouth closed around his pulse, sucking bruises into his skin. He would have to cover that up with something later. He suddenly realized that he was still wearing those ridiculous ears, so he moved a hand up to take them off, but the stranger stopped him.
"Don't. They look sexy on you," the stranger said, still sucking and kissing Castiel's neck.
Castiel shuddered and let the ears stay, like the stranger wanted.
The guy pulled back and kissed him on the lips again, plunging his tongue into Castiel's mouth. His glove-covered hands grasped Cas' hair and squeezed his ass, making Castiel shudder in arousal.
It was so overwhelmingly hot, and Castiel had never been so turned on before. He was in a classroom at college with a total stranger, kissing him and letting the guy grope him, and he could feel the stranger begin to rub his rock-hard erection against his thigh.
"Fuck, you're so hot," the stranger purred, licking Castiel's neck again. He removed his hand from Cas' hair and started to hastily taking off his gloves, throwing them to the floor. Then he suddenly grasped Castiel's hair again, continuing to kiss him like he was thirsting for him, while his left hand moved up under Cas' shirt to touch his stomach and chest.
Castiel gasped loudly, bucking against the stranger as he felt a rough, warm hand exploring his skin. He mewled and moaned into the kiss, and started grinding his erection against the stranger until their groins made contact.
The stranger pulled back with a loud, aroused gasp. "Fuck. Do you have condoms?"
Castiel opened his eyes and blinked at him. "…No, I don't."
They both seemed pretty disappointed with that, and the stranger rubbed the back of his neck for a bit. "Um, well, I'm clean. I've only ever used condoms when having sex, and my dad made me get a test a few weeks ago and it was negative. What about you?"
"Also only ever used condoms. I'm clean too."
"Good. 'Cause I wanna fuck you so bad right now," the stranger growled, yanking Castiel in for another kiss.
"Yes!" Castiel keened, having no objections with that.
They kissed and groped each other as the stranger started pushing Castiel over to the teacher's desk behind them. Castiel mewled when his ass was squeezed really tight, like the guy wanted to claim it, until suddenly he was spun around and bent over the desk. Castiel immediately spread his legs and let his upper body and hands rest on the table like a good boy, while the stranger began working on getting his pants open. He was more aroused than ever, and he whimpered when his pants and underwear were finally pulled down to his knees and cold air hit his naked butt.
The stranger took a minute to admire Castiel's ass, trailing his fingertips over the naked skin before digging them into it. Castiel felt embarrassingly aroused to have his ass squeezed like that.
"Mm, as pretty as I imagined," the stranger purred.
Castiel moaned at the praise, wiggling his butt unconsciously.
"You'll be a good boy when I fuck you, right?"
Castiel nodded, almost sobbing because he was so horny and really wanted to feel the stranger shove his cock into him already. "Yes, I will. Please…"
The stranger hummed before he teased a finger over Cas' opening, a pleased sound coming from him as Castiel gasped. "Damn, I don't have lube… We'll need that, right?"
"Just use spit. I've done that before. It works," Castiel told him.
"Yeah?" The stranger grinned before spitting on his hand and brought it down to stretch Castiel with.
Castiel tried to be patient as the stranger rubbed the spit against his rim and pushed a finger inside him. It was obvious that this was rather new to the guy, but he seemed to know what to do. Castiel moaned as the rough, thick fingers began preparing him. He pushed back into them sometimes, and moaned every time a new finger was added. Soon there were three fingers inside him, stretching him and teasing his inner walls, and Castiel felt his head get a bit dizzy with arousal.
"I'm ready now. Please just fuck me already," Castiel begged, pushing back into the stranger's fingers.
"Mm, such a slut for it, huh?" said the stranger, fond amusement in his gruff voice. He twisted his fingers around a bit more and crooked them just right, causing Castiel to let out a loud yip when he found his prostate. "So hot," he hummed in approval before withdrawing his fingers.
Castiel whined in impatience and heard the stranger unfasten his pants behind him. He wiggled his ass again in invitation, until two hands grabbed his hips and the blunt head of the stranger's cock nudged his entrance.
This was it. He was about to get fucked by a man whose face he had never even seen – by someone he wouldn't be able to recognize if they met in the corridors afterwards. Castiel knew it was wrong by many people's moral standards, but he didn't care. He liked his stranger; their chemistry just fit, and he seemed awfully attractive, from what Cas had seen of him. He was pretty sure the guy was good at fucking too.
Suddenly, the stranger pushed in – going all the way inside with the first thrust. Castiel cried out at the delicious burn and at the wonderful feeling of being filled. And fuck, that guy had a big cock. Bigger than Castiel had expected, and definitely wider than Balthazar's. It took Castiel a few seconds to adjust and get used to the intrusion, overwhelmed by the unexpected size. "F-Fuck!" he cursed, panting.
He heard the stranger grin behind him and felt him rub his hips almost soothingly with his hands, before he finally pulled his cock almost all the way out before pushing forward again. The force sent Castiel flying up the table, and he was glad that his legs helped keep him in place. His cock was being squeezed between himself and the table now and it felt almost unpleasant, but he didn't care. The cock inside him definitely made up for that.
The stranger moved slow but hard at first, as if trying to let Cas get used to his size, before he sped up a bit. He grunted and moaned behind Castiel, gripping his hips tightly, and Castiel could feel him staring down at the place where his cock was disappearing into Castiel's ass.
"Fuck, you're tight. Tightest I've ever had," the stranger grunted, pounding into him. Again he rubbed Castiel's hips with his hands in a soothing gesture as Castiel whined softly. "Such a good boy. Taking me so well…"
Castiel whimpered, a bit ashamed at how much the stranger's dirty talk turned him on. He grabbed the edges of the table to hold on as he was pounded into hard, over and over, and the table pushed against the floor and made noise. This was the first time that Castiel had ever gone bareback, and he reveled in the feeling of that large, thick cock inside him with nothing to separate it from his ass. It felt dirty to be doing this, but god, it turned him on so fucking much.
Suddenly they heard voices outside the door as a group of students walked down the corridor, and Castiel froze in fear.
The stranger slowed down for a second before leaning down over Castiel, moving a hand up to cover his mouth. "Shhh," he hushed him, pressing his clothed stomach against Castiel's back and kept rolling his hips as he continued to fuck him.
Castiel whimpered behind the stranger's hand, fearing that someone would come in through the unlocked door and catch them in the act. That same fear was what made it even hotter and dirtier, though. Castiel was almost ready to come at the thought alone that they could be caught and that the stranger was still fucking him despite the danger. He closed his eyes and tried to hold back his orgasm, his inner muscles tightening as he did so.
"God, you're turned on by that, aren't you?" the stranger said into his ear, amusement in his voice.
Castiel couldn't reply because of the hand over his mouth, so all he did was whimper and nod shamefully.
"Mm, don't be ashamed, baby. I'm turned on too," the stranger purred, placing a kiss on Castiel's neck and rested his head against his as he fucked him into him. When the people were gone and everything was quiet again outside, the stranger leaned back and resumed his previous position. "Fuck, I'm gonna come soon. You're just too damn tight and warm around me. How about you, baby boy?"
"Yes. So close…" Castiel moaned, resting his forehead against the table and didn't care that it had grinded against the wood every time he was thrust into. He moved his hand down to jerk himself off, but the stranger yanked it away fast.
"No! You're mine right now, so you don't get to do that. I'll make you come on my cock alone. Can you do that?" The stranger's voice wasn't rude or harsh, but there was authority to it as well as a bit of fondness, and it made Castiel shiver in arousal.
"Y-Yes," Cas croaked, moaning and panting under the stranger. "Feels so good… Harder."
"Mm. You like it hard, don't you?"
"Fuck! Yes. Please…"
The stranger smirked behind him, pleased with his words, before pounding into Castiel even harder than before, purposely hitting his prostate every time.
"Oh god! Yeesssss!" Castiel cried out, panting as he closed in on his orgasm until it finally hit. He came so hard that he could feel it in his entire body. Every cell inside him tingled and vibrated, and his dick spurted his release over the table, making a mess of it and his shirt. His vision flashed white, and he swore he had never come so hard in his entire life, nor had he ever been fucked so well before.
The stranger followed right behind him, letting out a sharp grunt and cursed as he shot his load into Castiel, filling him with his seed. His thrusts slowed down, but he was still fucking into Cas.
Castiel gasped at the unfamiliar feeling as he was filled with the sperm of a man he didn't even know. It felt warm and nice. The way the stranger's cock twitched inside made him moan, and he loved the way he could feel its entire shape. Never had he thought that it could feel so good to allow someone to come inside him, and he hummed at the wonderful feeling and as his body tingled pleasantly with the aftermath of his orgasm.
The stranger's hands were still on Cas' hips, holding him in place, and he panted for breath when it was over. Castiel panted too, and his body went limp on the desk. He felt well and thoroughly fucked, and his ass burned pleasantly.
The stranger hummed and ran his hands over Castiel's ass, staring at it. Finally he pulled out, and Castiel let out a small noise of disappointment as the softening cock left his ass.
"Mm, that was good. Never gone bareback before, but it was worth it," the stranger smirked, beginning to tuck himself back into his pants again.
Castiel got up and turned around, catching a glimpse of the stranger's well-endowed cock before it was tucked away. He blushed a bit, feeling a little awkward and shy, and the unfamiliar feeling of the stranger's semen running down his thighs made him shiver.
The stranger walked over and rummaged through the drawers of the desk before handing Cas a box of tissues he found. "Here, use that."
"Thank you," Castiel said, keeping his head down as he quickly began cleaning up. He tried to hide his softened cock from the stranger's view as the guy stood in front of him, but he still felt the stranger's stare.
"Well, I gotta go…" the masked stranger said, rubbing the back of his neck again and turned to walk towards the door. He picked up his gloves from the floor first.
"Wait!" Castiel blurted, blushing as the stranger turned to look at him in bewilderment. "Will you still not tell me your name?" he asked, biting his lower lip as he held his breath hopefully.
The stranger blinked at him before smirking. "Nope." He flashed Castiel a grin before opening the door and disappearing down the corridor outside.
Castiel was left standing alone in the classroom now, watching the door as it slowly closed after the stranger had left. He hurriedly cleaned up the rest and pulled his pants up again so that he wouldn't be half naked if someone suddenly walked in.
As he cleaned up the mess on the desk, he wondered who that masked stranger really was. Would they meet again? If so, would Castiel recognize him? He had no idea, and it was driving him insane that he didn't even know who it was that had given him the best sex and orgasm of his life, and whom he felt such a strange connection with.
Castiel left the room the room soon afterwards, heading back to his dorm room and trying not to walk funnily as more of the stranger's come leaked from him. He kept his hands in front of the stain on his shirt and was lucky that no one noticed it.
The question of who that stranger was kept bugging his mind, and he wondered if he'd ever find out. All he had to go on were the stranger's amulet and his body-build, nothing more.
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Author's notes: I hope you liked the first chapter :) The story will have about 3 chapters, so there's more to come.
Please let me know what you think! And thanks for reading.