The young waiter looked towards his boss pitifully, but was just shooed away, towards the customers who had just taken their seats. This was not what he had signed up for, and he would love nothing more than to quit his job right now. Say fuck it, throw his apron on the ground and tell his boss to take the mobsters order himself. But no. He had rent to pay and it was far too hard to find jobs in this economy.
He'd thought he lucked out with this one. It was a fancy restaurant, he made good tips, and he always got to pay his rent on time. And not once had he been forced to wait on people who definitely had guns and tempers, and were definitely dangerous. Not until tonight at least.
With trembling knees, he walked up to the table, took a deep breath and looked at the men, careful not to make eye contact. "My name is Castiel and I will be your server. Can I start you gentlemen off with something to drink?"
The men went around ordering their drinks and he wrote them down, not making eye contact with any of them. Then he got to the last one. Looking up he noticed that he was a lot younger than the rest. And he was sitting next to who must be the head of the mob. Quick deduction told him that this must be his son and he gulped. This was the man he needed to treat with the utmost respect.
"And for you, sir?" He asked politely, starring the man's forehead.
His brow raised high. "Look me in the eye when you are speaking to me, Castiel," He said, hard.
His eyes widened in fear and he took a deep breath, trying to hide the obvious terror before he lowered his eyes to meet a pair of bright green ones and he was taken aback by how intense and beautiful the were. He saw a twitch in the corner of the man's lips and swallowed hard again.
"That's more like it," He said, patting the waiter's arm as if to say 'good boy', "Now what was it you had asked me, Castiel?"
"Wh...what can I get you to drink, sir?" Castiel stuttered.
"Oh, okay. I'll take a Whiskey." The younger male's eyes shifted to scribble down the order. Not that he would forget. Suddenly there were two fingers under his chin, forcing him to look up at the mobster's son. Castiel made himself look into the eyes against as he spoke, "Oh, and Cas? Try not to stutter so much."
Castiel was taken off guard for a second by the name, but simply nodded. "Y-yes sir. I mean, yes sir."
"All this 'sir' business," The mobster said, voice lowering so that only Castiel could hear him. "It's kinda hot."
Before the waiter could respond, Dean had dropped his hand and was sitting down again. Castiel stood frozen, unsure of how to react or if he should react at all. The only thing he knew was that his mouth was suddenly very dry.
"Hello? The drinks?" A voice snapped and glanced to see the green-eyed man's father looking rather irritated.
"Yes. I'll have those out to you in moment," Castiel said and quickly scurried off to the bar.
He lied, telling the bartender that two whiskeys had been ordered and downed the extra one when he wasn't looking, placing the empty shot glass on the bar. He'd take it off of their tab before bringing their check and pay for it then.
If he'd thought his knees were shaking when he approached the mobsters the first time, he was in for something else. They were practically hitting together as he passed out the drinks. With only the whiskey left, his arm started shaking, as he looked directly into the green eyes, setting his drink down. He was almost safe too. If only his damn nerves hadn't betrayed him and made his arm twitch, knocking the liquor over, and socking the man's pants.
Castiel froze completely, half leaned over the table, sure that he was about to shot, or at least punched in the face. What happened instead surprised him. The green eyed man grabbed his tie, pulling him down so that their faces were inches apart. All the other mobsters stared at them, waiting to see how the youngest would respond.
"You're going to clean that up," He whispered, an order and threat mixing together to make his voice both sexy and scary all at once.
"Right." Castiel answered. As the mobster let go of his tie, he pulled the rag from his apron and pressing it along the man's thigh, hoping he would tell him to stop before he got to close to his personal area.
The other men resumed their previous conversations, ignoring the waiter and son, but Castiel didn't notice. They no longer existed. The only person who existed right then was the man whispering to him, telling him that he better be softer. And he should be doing this more slowly, he wasn't being very efficient.
Castiel breath shook as he realized that the man wasn't going to tell him to stop. As he pressed lightly up his inner thigh, he noticed the man's pants beginning to tent and he wet his lips, swallowing hard once more.
"That will be sufficient enough for the moment," The man whispered, but Castiel's hand stayed where it was as he stared, terrified and strangely aroused; but the son didn't complain. He just continued talking to Castiel, "I trust that you bring a change of clothes to work?"
The waiter shook his head, looking up to meet the eyes staring at him. "No, sir. I only live down the street from here."
"Is that so?" The man arched an eyebrow and smirked. "Well then..." Looking around the restaurant, he searched until he found what he was looking for and snapped, waving whoever it was over.
Another waiter, Castiel's friend, Balthazar, stepped up next to him, eying the men curiously, before his eyes stopped on Castiel's hand. He quickly removed it from the mobster's thigh, as his tie was dropped and looked nervously at Balthazar, who simply raised his eyebrows.
"Inform your boss that we will need another waiter. Cas here has to fix a problem he caused and will not be working for the rest of the night."
Balthazar glanced between the two men with concern before deciding that he didn't need to worry and nodded, giving a short, "right away" and walking off.
As the green eyed man started to stand up, the man next to him grabbed his arm lightly. "Are you going to teach this twerp a lesson, Dean?"
Dean looked from the man to Castiel and back to the man again. "Yeah, Dad," He said, confirming Castiel's suspicions. "I'll call you later."
"Good man you got there, John," Another man said and John simply nodded, releasing Dean's arm and he stood up, pushing Castiel towards the door, following close behind him.
"Did you drive or walk, Cas?" Dean asked as they stood outside the restaurant.
"I, uh...I walked..." Castiel shoved his hands in his pockets nervously.
"Then lead the way." Nodding and gulping, the waiter began walking, looking over his shoulder to see Dean following closely, almost too closely behind. "And don't seem so nervous. You have nothing to worry about, as long as you take care of the issue you caused."
With wide eyes, Cas nodded, picking up his pace. He was just glad the whiskey was starting to kick in. He wasn't one to drink much, so it was definitely helping. If he hadn't taken that shot, he probably would have been trembling head to toe as he unlocked the doors to his apartment building.
As the elevator doors opened, a young woman stepped inside and turned just in time to see Castiel and Dean, and throw her hand between the doors to stop them from closing.
"Hi, Castiel," The woman said, with a sweet smile, as they entered the elevator.
"Hey. Thanks, Meg," He answered, giving her a brief smile and pressing 13.
If Castiel hadn't been so oblivious, he would have told Meg months ago that she was barking up the wrong tree. But he had no idea that she'd been flirting with him since the day he moved in, so thought there was no reason to inform her that he was gay. Which was probably why it was Dean, not him, that noticed the way she was looking him up and down, taking in every inch of the waiter with a hungry look.
"Of work early tonight?"
Castiel nodded, lips pressed together in a tight line.
"Mmm, well maybe you could come down later and have a drink with me."
"Actually," Dean said, placing his hand on the small of the waiter's back, "I'm pretty sure we'll be busy all night. Maybe he could come by another time."
For some reason, the hand on his back was comforting and Cas found himself instinctively moving closer to Dean, and when he felt the mobster's arm snake around his waist, pulling them together, he awkwardly grabbed the back of his jacket.
Meg's mouth fell open. "Oh..." She looked down, away from the two men, a sad look on her face. When the doors opened, she quickly stepped out and glanced back, biting her lower lip, before speed walking off.
"You had no idea she has the hots for you..." Dean said, observantly and Castiel looked up, confused. The mobster just smirked and shook his head. "But you have no interest in women, do you?"
"No..."
"Then I suppose I did you a favor." He dropped his arm as the doors opened again and he followed Castiel out and down a couple doors, waiting patiently as he unlocked the handle and bolt.
"Do you have a washer and dryer in here?" He asked, stepping into the apartment. It was small and extremely tidy. The only thing out of place was a book sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch.
Castiel nodded, silently, placing his keys on the kitchen counter and turning back to face the living room where Dean was busy taking off his pants. He swallowed hard and turned to stare at the fridge.
"These are to be washed on delicate in cold water," He walked up to Cas, handing the pants to him. "And why don't you wash my shirt while you're at it?"
He pulled his suit jacket off, tossing it onto the couch and tugged at his tie, loosening it and throwing it on top of his jacket.
"Look at me, Cas." He said in a low voice, placing a hand on the waiter's chin and turning his face so they were making eye contact as he worked at the buttons of his dress shirt with his other hand. "Why are you so nervous?"
"I..." Castiel's eyes darted away, but the gentle squeeze at his chin reminded him of the order and they quickly moved back to stare at the green ones in front of him.
"I'm only asking you to wash my clothes. It's a simple task. I assure you that you have nothing to worry about. I can be a dangerous person, yes. But I can also be very kind, and that is how I intend to be while I wait." Dean leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Castiel's lips as if for reassurance.
It wasn't reassuring. None of it was. Not how nice Dean's felt, not the way he found himself leaning into the kiss, not the disappointment he felt when Dean pulled back. It wasn't reassuring when he found himself staring at the man as he slipped off his shirt and placed in Castiel's hands (but damn, he was only wearing his boxers now and he had a good body and Castiel could just imagine it on top of him...). And it most definitely was not reassuring when he ripped his eyes away from the man's body only to look up at the smirk playing on his lips.
"I'll just go wait over there," Dean said, turning towards the couch. "And hey, why don't you throw your work clothes in. Make this even."
Castiel's eyes widened as he nodded once, turning to scurry out of the room, only to hear the other man calling, "Oh! And keep the tie."
He put the clothes in slowly, trying to regain his composure and failing miserably. Once he was down to only his boxers and tie, and the washer was running, he leaned against it, face in his hands. Fuck. What was he getting himself into?
Taking a deep breath, he stood up straight and walked back into the living room; but when he saw the man sitting on his couch, all relaxed and eying him, he was suddenly incredibly self-conscious and derailed to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of cheap liquor and two shot glasses to take out with him. He was gonna have to be a little more inebriated to deal with this.
Dean cocked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. He simply flung an arm over the back of the couch and raised a leg, turning so that when Castiel sat down next to him, he'd be facing the waiter. Much to Castiel's appreciation, Dean didn't object when he sat on the opposite end of the couch and instead watched him pour the drinks before accepting his with a small smile.
When the waiter downed his shot and immediately poured another one, Dean's eyebrows shot up further and he finished his drink, handing the glass over. Apparently he didn't like the idea of someone out drinking him. They sat in silence, taking shot after shot, before Castiel finally fell back against the couch, head spinning slightly and giggling. Okay, so he was relaxed now.
"What are you laughing about?" Dean asked, inching slightly closer to Castiel, who didn't notice because his eyes were closed.
Castiel lifted his head, looking over at Dean. "You," He said and immediately started laughing again.
"Oh? What about me?" His tongue moved along the inside of his cheek, brow cocked once again.
"Well, and me," He reasoned, defensively. "I'm laughing at me about you."
Surprisingly Dean found himself chuckling. "Care to explain?"
Castiel giggled again and he stared ahead, talking with his hands as he spoke, "Well, see, you're supposed to be this uber douche, right? And so, I've been kind of terrified of you all night. But I've also been insanely attracted to you. And like, when you took your shirt off, I was just thinking, how good would that body feel on top of me. So I had to get drunk. Because I couldn't deal with both of those feelings at once."
Dean blinked, trying to decide if he should be offended or flattered. And then finally the end of it sunk in and sucked in a quick breath, surprised. Not that the waiter was attracted to him. That much was obvious. No, he was surprised by how blunt and straight forward he was about it. Liquid courage...
"Yeah?" He said in a low voice, sliding across the couch so that they're faces were inches apart, and his arm was around Cas. "You still wanna know how it would feel?"
Castiel swallowed hard, licking his lips. "Yeah..." His breath shook as he spoke.
"Well..." Dean pushed him down so that he was laying on the couch, his head just shy of the arm, and he hovered above the waiter, arms holding his upper body up while his knees rested on either side of Castiel's. "I imagine it would feel something like this."
"Hmm...Yeah, something like this..."
"Or maybe more like this?" He gripped Castiel's tie, wrapping it around his hand to pull the other man up, so that his face was an inch from his.
"M-maybe..." Castiel's eyes flickered from Dean's to his lips and he raised his head another inch, closing the distance between their lips.
Dean tugged hard at the tie, keeping the other man there as their lips together, hard and desperate. He nipped at the waiter's lowering, causing him to gasp and took advantage, snaking his tongue between his lips. The man moaned, sucking on the tongue as it was thrust down his throat. Dean groaned at the sucking, thoughts darting to Castiel's mouth sucking on something else like that, and his arm gave out, causing him to collapse on the waiter, who was now shoving his own tongue in Dean's mouth..
Castiel's hands cupped Dean's neck, holding him there. He thrust upward, groaning when he felt that Dean was just as hard as he was. Gasping into his mouth, Dean rubbed hard against him. Clawing at his neck and his hand slid up, tangling in his hair and tugging hard. Their tongues flicked against each other as they dry humped, groaning into each other's mouths.
Whimpering, Cas tugged at Dean's boxers, shoving them just past his ass and he shuddered at the feeling of the other man's dick against his stomach. "They need to...I need...Off..."
Clearly in agreement, Dean sat up, shoving his boxers off the rest of the way, kicking them off onto the floor before tugging Castiel's off. He knelt between the waiter's knees, looking up to see his eyes fall shut as he gripped his cock. He stroked slowly a couple times before wrapping his mouth around the head, his tongue swirling and licking at the pre-come. Wrapping a hand around the base he slowly took in more, sucking hard. He was rewarded with a loud moan from Cas and when he looked at him as he was licking back up his shaft, his eyes were closed tightly and he was clutching at the couch cushions.
His free hand slid under Castiel, squeezing his ass tightly and the waiter thrust upward, arching his back for Dean's fingers to have space to move between his cheeks, his finger teasing at his rim.
"D-Dean..." Castiel gasped, biting his lower lip. "I need...Please..."
Dean slowly pulled his head up, mouth leaving Castiel's dick with a pop! and he looked up at the man, breathing heavily. "Lube."
Cas nodded quickly. "B-bedroom."
Sitting up, he grabbed Castiel's tie, pulling him up again, this time completely off of the couch, as he stood up. "Lead the way."
Grabbing hold of his hips, Castiel smashed their mouths together once again, stumbling blindly in the direction of his room. As they entered the room, he flicked the light switch and allowed Dean to shove him onto the bed, kissing him hard before pulling back to let Cas reach over to the night stand and pull a bottle of lube out of the top drawer. Popping it open, Dean poured what he determined to be a good amount before closed the bottle and tossing it next to Castiel's leg. He kissed him quickly before sliding down between his legs, lubed fingers sliding up his crack.
He teased at his rim once more and Cas pushed down, as if trying to force the fingers in him. Licking his Dean slowly slid in the first finger, breath stuttering at the moans from above him and the tightness around his finger.
"Fuck..." He muttered, finger sliding quickly in and out until he felt it had been long enough and slid in the second digit.
Moaning loudly, Cas squirmed above him and it only increased as he added the third digit. "More..." Cas whimpered as Dean fucked him with his fingers and, shit, how could Dean deny him?
He removed his fingers and before the waiter had much chance to complain about the loss, he spread Castiel's legs wider, hooking one of the on the inside of his elbow as he scooted closer, pressing his head at his entrance. Cas whined, bucking his hips up and he slid in slowly, groaning and squeezing the other man's thigh.
Wrapping his arms around Dean's neck, Cas pulled him into a kiss, moaning against his lips. Dean thrust harder, his kiss moving to the waiter's neck to kiss and bite. He moved lower, to his shoulder and sucked. He sucked all along his shoulder, his collar bones, across his chest, leaving marks that no one would see, unless they were with a shirtless Cas. All the while Cas just moaned, asking for more as he thrust upward.
"D-Dean!" Castiel whined and the other man wrapped a hand around his dick, jerking him off quickly as he thrust even harder, matching the pace of the strokes and thrusts. Soon the man was spurting cum all over his hand, the muscles in around Dean spasming as nails dug into his neck and all but screamed. A few more thrusts and Dean was there too, pressing deep into Cas before collapsing on top of him, panting desperately.