I've put up a link on my profile for a Christmas song that goes nicely with this fic. Just in case you like to have something to listen to while you read. Other than that there isn't really a point to this. Enjoy. :)

Castiel looked at the crowd around him as he leaned against the wall. It was the first Cristmas party he'd been to and he'd only gone because Dean would be there. Dean was the school hot boy that everybody wanted to sleep with. Even the guys. Castiel was the punk loser that nobody wanted.

He had taken special care to paint black around his eyes tonight. It made his blue eyes pop and it got him at least some attention. It didn't cross his mind that it was his long leather coat and his black on black outfit that people looked at.

He rested his head against the wall as Slade's Merry Christmas Everybody started playing. People were jumping and dancing and Castiel spottet Dean just a few feet away, talking to his friends. He looked at him and wondered what it would be like to kiss him. To grab his hair and pull his head back exposing his neck. He thought about what it would be like to tower over him and fuck him. What would he sound like? Would he bite his lip, scrunch up his face in pain and pleasure? Or would he moan loudly and ask for more?

Castiel closed his eyes for a few seconds and moaned softly to himself. When he looked at Dean again, he was looking back at Castiel. He had really nice eyes. Castiel kept looking at him, not wanting to break the spell. People were noticing but he didn't care and yeah, maybe he was a little more than tipsy.

Dean finally turned back to his friends and Castiel went in search of a bathroom so he could splash some cold water on his face and take care of a few other things. Typically, the bathroom was occupied so he went to the kitchen instead. If he could just get some cold water in his face.

Someone was rummaging through the fridge and when Castiel came closer he saw it was Dean. He instantly felt his groin throb and if he hadn't been hard before he certainly was now. They looked at each other for a moment and it wasn't long before Castiel had Dean pressed against the fridge, holding on to his hips while he tried to explore as much of his mouth as he could before he was pushed away. He was more than surprised when he felt strong hands on his arms pulling him closer rather than pushing him away.

Castiel licked at Dean's tongue, licked at his lips and he was probably very uncoordinated. But fuck it! He was kissing Dean Winchester and he wasn't being told to fuck off. He pulled at Dean's hair so he could get to his neck where he left his mark on the left side just above the collar bone. He couldn't help a small yelp of surprise when he felt Dean start to open his jeans. He pulled back and looked at Dean whose eyes were dark and lust blown. They were both panting and moaning by the time Dean got Castiel out in the open and started pumping him with long soft strokes.

Castiel went for Dean's zipper and as he started to work on him they kissed again, wet sounds coming from their mouths as they licked away at each other. Castiel was getting close and he thrust his hips forward into Dean's hand. Dean's grip tightened and Castiel let his head fall back giving Dean access to his neck. Twin hickeys were very 'teenager's first boyfriend' but Castiel would gladly flaunt his and tell people where he got it if they asked.

They finished within seconds of each other and their soiled clothes would definitely be difficult to explain. They stood close as they tried to get their breath under control and got their clothes in order.

"Why?" Castiel couldn't help asking.

"I liked the way you looked at me," Dean said, and Castiel could go with that.

They kissed again, slow and deep, and Dean let his hands run behind Castiel and rubbed his ass.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard," Castiel heard himself say.

"Good," Dean said and Castiel was certain he was dreaming.

That was the first thought in his head when he woke up the next morning but when Dean showed up in the doorway to his bedroom holding a can of shaving cream for women in his hand and smiling a "Really?" he was sure he was wide awake.

"It smells nice," Castiel said and hoped his parents weren't home from their weekend away yet.

Dean laughed and got into bed again. Castiel tried to remember what it had been like. Had Dean been loud and needy or had he taken it quietly? He decided he couldn't remember and it would be best if he refreshed his memory. He pulled Dean close for a kiss that wouldn't be rejected and Dean sighed and let himself be pushed down on the bed again.

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