Okay so this is a continuation from my little oneshot (in Rainbows and Skittles) about Dean and Cas getting a little steamy and kinky at a fancy dress party (Cas is dressed as a fairy of COURSE and Dean is dressed as Superman just a bit of Dean groping Cas and that jazz…) and I couldn't help myself! I had to do a high school/college style one! They're just so appealing! I'd repost the first part, but I'd get in trouble ]= Here goes. Enjoy ^-^ And a special shout out and thank you to my special followers [=

Oh as a warning… A lot of teasing and naughtiness in this story. Classic teenage raging hormone syndrome =D Fun! It's a fun story!

Castiel sat in his seat in class, twitching. Positively vibrating; his legs shaking, tapping his fingers on his desk like a drummer on speed, the whole shebang. Some annoying twat had been in the dorm he and Dean had skittered off to that night. The night of the fancy dress party, where Cas found out Dean somewhat had a kink for guys in a tutu. Well, specifically for him dressed in a tutu. As a fairy. His idiot brother Gabriel – college trickster, three years Castiel's senior – had roped Cas into going to this fancy dress party at his college, and insisted Cas had dressed as a fairy, because he looked 'adorable'. Of course with Gabriel dressed as a bunny – for pete's sake – Cas had caved and decided he'd probably get to drunk or high at the party to be embarrassed anyway. He had literally just been testing out the punch in the hope it was spiked when Dean had come in and started chattering awkwardly to him. Then his friend Lucifer had shown up, and behind the cover of the back of the couch, Dean had as good as sexually assaulted Castiel whilst having a conversation with Lucifer. His hand had ended up groping Castiel in his most sensitive of areas, then Dean had suggested they go someplace more private. On the way to Rufus' dorm room, the had scurried through the rain, giggling like a pair of girls, and the total lack of attention they had gotten had perhaps surprised Cas just a little. Balthazar's party had apparently managed to spread throughout the entire college campus, so two guys running together holding hands, dressed up and both sporting suspicious bulges in their groin areas was apparently a more common sight than one might expect.

"Dude, stop,"

Castiel shot a sideways glance at Chuck, but gritted his teeth and ceased his jiggling legs, but quickly replaced it with a tapping pen.

"Jesus!" Chuck hissed.

"What?"

"Sexually frustrated or something?"

"Fuck you."

Chuck held up his hands in the universal gesture of surrender.

"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Winchester."

Castiel's eyes snapped up against his will at the mention of that name, and they locked with Dean's. Time slowed down as he watched Dean swagger, towards his seat at the back of the class. He could get away with staring, because everyone else was at it too. But it was only Castiel that Dean was looking back at. There was definitely a smirk, and a wicked, knowing look in his eyes. It made Castiel's neck tingle, and certain other parts of his anatomy stir.

The lecture went of for what felt like forever, and Castiel made any excuse to take a peek at Dean. He must have dropped his pen three times. Each time he checked, Dean's eyes would be on him. They had their next class together, and Castiel couldn't fucking wait. It just so happened that they shared a desk.

It was about ten minutes in to the class that Dean started. Castiel was just getting down to work, pretending he hadn't noticed Dean's knee touching his own knee. The first step was Dean adjusting his apparently uncomfortable package then his hand remained there. Castiel couldn't stop himself from sneaking peeks. Just a few. Especially when Dean's hand slid up and down a very obvious outline, and in a moment of panic, Castiel squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself not to get a boner. Not now. Not in the middle of class. He heard a chuckle beside him, and he jumped once when Dean's shoulder touched his, and then again when Dean's hand touched his thigh. Castiel's eyes bolted open and darted to the hand that was rapidly ascending his thigh. Cas scooted his chair further under the desk, concealing Dean's somewhat inappropriate behavior, and he shot Dean a whatthefuck look, only to be answered with a whatyougonnadoaboutit look. He was going to do absolutely fucking nothing about it. In fact, he let his legs relax, knees dropping loose to the sides, and he stared to the front of the class, allowing Dean's hand to rub across his crotch, enjoying Dean's movements causing him to ride to the occasion. Holy fuck. That hand knew what to do. Castiel gripped on to the edge of the table. He could see Dean smirking gleefully on the edge of his vision. Castiel's own eyes almost bulged out of his head as Dean slipped his hands under his jeans – and wait a minute, when the fuck did he undo his belt and jeans? – and he closed his hand around Castiel's member.

"Mr. Novak."

Fuck.

"Sir."

"What do you think?"

"Absolutely." His voice came out as a hoarse whisper. He noticed Dean's smirk growing as he continued to stroke and massage cas' erection, despite the fact the entire class had turned to stare at them.

"Absolutely?"

"Yes. You're our teacher. You must be right."

The teacher's face was turning from red to purple. "Outside! Now! I will not tolerate insolence in my class!"

Superfuck.

Castiel tried to defend himself, whilst batting away Dean's hand and attempting to fasten his jeans and belt. That was probably the single most embarrassing time of his life to date.

Heh heh poooooooor Cas ;) I'm so mean to him! More to come! Enjoy.