Just read this over... This may end up a fic, if you like? SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, I GOT A TAD OVERENTHUSIASTIC! :)
I stood watching my team with careful concentration.
'Okay boys. You know the score. There's a few of you leaving at the end of the season, so if you want to get this trophy in the bag before you go, we need some new blood.' I glanced wearily at Johnny, accurately dubbed 'Lucifer'. Every time our team had got a new player, he'd beat them, raped them or humiliated them- sometimes all three at once. I may have been team captain, but if I hadn't kept Lucifer's respect, I would never have lasted so long. He only tolerated my position as captain because he knew I would make good calls- and that if he became captain, I would quit and the rest of the team would follow.
'A new dude... Gonna give him a little welcoming again, Johnny?' Gabriel smirked at the large, glaring man. Out of the team, Gabriel was the only one besides myself who hadn't experienced Lucifer's... Welcoming, first hand. And that was solely because he didn't scare us. I'd whooped his ass on one occasion, after I caught him hitting my brother, Sam. Sam was only nineteen at the time, and although large for his age, was a gentle giant- whereas the twenty-five year old, one-hundred and fifty-seven pounds of pure muscle that was Lucifer was a monster's nightmare.
Lucifer was glaring at the shorter man, eyes dark. 'Depends, only if his mouth will look as pretty around my cock as Balthy's did.'
'Balthazar', otherwise known as Paul, had been Lucifer's favorite playingthing- apparently he liked the smooth, British accent- but Balthazar had gone missing three weeks previous, and Lucifer seemed to be growing bored of the same old people.
I'd been putting off getting a new player for a long time- it was Lucifer's thirtieth birthday soon, and he thought that there were rules to restrict players being over thirty participating. And no-one wanted to correct the giant idiot. I figured I'd wait until after Lucifer 'retired'; but Balthazar's 'disappearance' had come just before the biggest game of the year, and I needed to fill his slot, and fast.
'What's his name?' Sam asked from by the lockers, pulling off his jersey and turning to face us. Sam, in appearance, didn't look to be much of a football player- but he had brute strength for sure, hidden as it was, and it was easy to tell that I hadn't recruited him for family reasons.
'Castiel Novak. He should be here in about half an hour, so I want you guys showered and out by the time he arrives, so I can run him through our drills in piece. Sam,' I added, 'take the Impala. I'll get a cab home, I've got paperwork anyway.'
The team nodded as one, and I scrubbed a hand over my face as they dispersed. I felt awful for putting yet another life in Lucifer's hands, but I really had no choice.
As I stood under the cooling spray of the showers, listening to the far-off laughter of my team heading home, I made a silent promise to myself.
No-one will harm Castiel Novak.
Practically five minutes prior to my getting out of the shower, and just after I'd decided it was time to put on some tatty jeans instead of strutting around in my tight boxers, there was a timid rap at my door.
'Come in!' I called, glancing up tiredly, despite having only just began to study the plan for next week's game.
'Mr. Winchester...' A slight, scrawny man entered, looking at me with eyes as terrified as a deer in the headlights. 'I'm Castiel Novak.'
I raised my eyebrows a little. 'You're...' I caught myself before I said "scrawny"; after all, if Sam had taught me anything, it was that people were usually stronger than they looked underneath all their clothes. 'Castiel?'
'My friends call me Cas.' He murmured. I nodded, then met his eyes.
I'd been staring into those eyes without blinking for maybe a minute before I realized what I was doing.
'Um, so... Let's go see what you're made of.' Hopefully only I picked up on the sexual innuendo, gazing into those crystalline blue eyes.
'Yes, let's. Is this okay, or...?' He gestured down at his own torn jeans and loose-fitting shirt, which gave me an excuse to admire his body.
'That... Is fine.'
Castiel blushed a little. 'Okay, let's go...'
I drilled him a few times, testing his general strength, speed and stamina. He probably did the best in all categories, except for strength, only beaten by Lucifer and I. His stamina was astounding, he got through all three area with only a slight sweat and hardly any panting.
'You're.. In...' I wheezed a little, shaking my head. 'Do you have... Wings on your... Feet or... Something?' I panted, rolling my shoulders. It was a personal aim of mine to drill with each of my new players- I played with them, I drilled with them, I chatted with them. I wasn't better than they were, so I shouldn't act it.
Besides, a bit of extra training never hurt, and the fact that the drills seemed to get easier every time was proof of that.
'Not that I know of.' Castiel laughed, and I envied that he had enough breath to do that.
'Hit the showers, Cas. You did well.'
My new, and definitely best-looking, player nodded, rolling his neck with a slight wince. 'Away showers, only two of the Home ones work.'
Cas nodded again, and I slumped down on the bleachers for a minute so I could watch that tantalizing, perfect little ass walk away, and regain my breath at the same time.
Cas was stood outside my office, and I cocked my head a little. 'The Away showers are locked...' He murmured.
'Lucifer...' I ground out, fists clenching a little. 'Dickwad.'
'Who?'
I glanced wearily at Castiel, remembering my internal promise to protect this guy. 'Big guy. Don't... Cross him. And let me know if he ever lays a hand on you- much as I hate to admit it, the guy's got a violence and rape record inside the team.' I saw Cas's worried eyes widen, and I shook my head quickly. 'I swear, I will not let anything happen to you.'
'Thanks, Mr. Winchester.'
I nodded, and heading toward the crappy Home showers. 'Our own work, albeit weakly. And Cas? It's Dean.'
I took a deep breath, wrapping a towel around my bare, sweat-damp waist before entering the steamed shower block. I quickly found Cas, and the only other working shower beside his, which, for my erection, was not good news. I smiled briefly at him, hooking my towel over the back of my waist-high booth, sparing a glance over the shitty little wall.
I had to face away from Cas as I closed my eyes in effort to control the whimper that was dying to burst from my lips.
Water was running down his body, over his toned ass, and over his half-hard cock. Water that I seriously wished I was licking off his body right now.
'Are you just happy to see me?' I murmured, clenching my jaw as I realized I'd spoken aloud. Cas's head shot around, and he blushed a little.
'I... Sorry, it's... I'm gay, and you're... Wow... Um...' He coughed a little, blushing a deeper crimson. I reached across the small space, brushing a finger across his lips.
'Just stop talking.' I murmured, leaping over the low wall, laughing at myself as I slipped a little when I landed. I reached across to turn off my shower, then turned back to the beautiful, wet, hesitant man before me.
I rocked forward on the balls of my feet, before stepping into him, catching our lips in a sudden, fiery burst of passion. He moaned a little into my mouth, and I picked him up, slamming him into the shitty wall as the faucet began to run a little cooler.
'Dean...' He whimpered, fingers entangling in my wet hair tightly, pulling my face down to his. 'Fuck me...'
He hooked his legs around me, and I wrapped a hand around his cock, squeezing a little as I slid in an inch, and he winced. 'Virgin?' He nodded a little, one hand dropping to my right shoulder, squeezing tight as I sheathed myself slowly.
His head fell back as I slid inside him fully, moaning and whimpering a little, fingers scraping my skin. I pulled out slowly, snapping my hips forward, making him scream my name.
'Fuck!- Dean!' I moaned a little, setting up a rough rhythm, jerking him with my thrusts, captivated by those lust-blown blue eyes.
They slipped shut as a series of moans escaped his lips, crying out, twitching in my hand as my thrusts became erratic. 'I-fuck!- c-can I come in your pretty little a-ass?' I stroked a hand across the perfect pale skin, untouched by sun and the roughness that was contributed to be harsh wind and salty water.
He nodded, whimpering as he came on my chest and hand, thrusting back when I followed suit.
I let his legs fall to the floor, petting his hair as his forehead rested against my rested against my shoulder.
'No one is gonna touch you except me... Got that?' I whispered against his ear. He nodded, then shifted a little, glancing over my shoulder, and stiffening minutely. 'What's up?'
'I thought I... Nothing. Never mind.' He shrugged, turning off the faucet and brushing his lips against mine in one last, chaste kiss.