Castiel and Balthazar made their way up main street to go to their favorite place to shop for books on cold and rainy days, Barnes and Noble. Even though it hasn't been rainy and it's the middle of summer, or when Cas gets upset at his father for coming home drunk, or when Balthazar doesn't reply to his text messages, he always goes to the mall and walks around, and seemingly always makes his way to Barnes and Noble. Cas loves looking at the spines of the books he wants to read, even though he never has the time to read them because he has to study to get into a good college and with Balthazar being a moody bitch and shoveling his own problems on top of Cas's problems. When both Cas and Balthazar go to Barnes and Noble, they normally end up hiding away in the back corner and makeout to the smooth jazz that comes over the intercom.
But that was before Cas saw the cute guy that's new to the Starbucks less than thirty feet away from their usual makeout spot and from what Cas could see, his nametag read 'Jean'. Jean was the cutest guy Cas had ever seen before, even more attractive than Balthazar, and Balthazar was fucking blond. As days passed, Cas couldn't keep Jean out of his mind while he and Balthazar were making out to The Beat by Boney James. And Jean seemed to keep crawling his way accidentally into Cas's mind while he was with Balthazar.
He even snuck a few peeks while he was feeling Balthazar up, and an unexpected grunt escaped Cas's lips.
"Cas, was that you?" Balthazar asked, pressed against Cas.
Grunt, Cas returned as he continued to look at the side of Jean's head.
"That was ungodly… sexy, man. I can get into this now."
Balthazar shifted the two, so that Balthazar was on the bottom, and Cas was grinding their dicks together through the fabric barrier.
It's been a few days, and Cas has finally developed the courage after a short cat nap, to go to Barnes and Noble, and order a coffee from Jean. Cas has never been this nervous, as long as you don't count the first time Cas lost his virginity to Balthazar in their senior year of high school after prom. It was also in Balthazar's bathtub during a party, and Cas would rather not think about the lack of romanticism in the whole event.
Cas entered the store and his eyes immediately went to the Starbucks kiosk, and he could see Jean working on a iced vanilla bean coffee for some blonde slut in a jumpsuit, who was making sexy eyes at the back of his head. Cas is also positive that her front zipper exposed her sugar tits.
Cas's dick got hard, just thinking about what Jean's hands could do… STOP, Cas, don't think about his beautiful, God-like hands..
Even though it really hard for Cas to pull himself together after thinking of Jean's hands, he had to because he had been standing in the entrance for a couple minutes and people were starting to stare at him, when came to the scariest question he's ever thought of.
If Cas thought Jean's hands were God-like, what would Jean's ass be like? Cas shivered with glee, and started to walk towards the kiosk, until he realized he had a raging boner from just thinking of Jean's hands and his ass.
Cas got really nervous and he wasn't really sure what to do, since he was wearing basketball shorts and a Nike Just Do It t-shirt. So he picked up the closest book, which was a Christian novella, and shoved his boner into the bookcase, trying to look nonchalant and not at all horny.
As cas was nervous sweating, he glanced up to see Jean putting on a leather jacket, and take out a flat-bill cap, place it on his head, and leave out the back entrance.
Shit. Well, there's always tomorrow.. Cas thought to himself. He put the novella down, and left the Barnes and Noble. Raging boner and all.
It's been a week since Cas has returned to the familiar entrance of the local Barnes and Noble. He wasn't wearing basketball shorts, instead he was wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a red Christmas sweater, so he was feeling pretty good and very, fashionable. So he walked, slowly but with purpose, to the Starbucks kiosk.
He was feeling pretty good, until he was halfway up the stairs, and his eyes connected with Jean's. He forced a forced and toothy grin, and continued up to the counter, two feet away from Jean. After a few seconds of Cas recollecting his composure, he looked at Jean, and gave him a genuine half-grin.
"Honestly, man, I've never been to a Starbucks before. What do you suggest for a virgin?"
Oh, god, did I just say that outloud? Cas couldn't believe he just said that, but he kept eye contact with Jean, even if he was blushing pretty bad.
After a couple of seconds in awkward silence, Jean bursts out laughing, and Cas was on the verge of tears and peeing himself, but Jean's smile kept all of Cas's fluid inside him, even though all Cas wanted to do was shove his dick in Jean's mouth.
"Well, man, I honestly am not a big fan myself, I'm just in it for the bitches, and it's surprisingly not that hard, considering I've never been a fucking barista in my life." Jean grinned and Cas and extended his hand out to him. "I'm Dean. You are?"
Dean flashed a smile and Cas, and all Cas could mutter was,
"I thought your name was Jean.." Dean's smile faltered for a little, but he was snickering as he replied.
"You're not the only one. If you aren't going to tell me your name I'm just going to have to give you one myself."
Dean's threat caused Cas him to bite his lip and smile, and he told him his name. Also while blushing.
"I like that. Cas. It makes me feel like I'm talking to a chick, but instead I'm chatting it up with a pretty handsome dude." Dean beamed at him, and Cas felt his heart stop.
"You too," Cas said with a straight face. It was straighter than he was.
Dean cracked up again, and noticed a line forming behind Cas, the blushing hottie from ten minutes ago. He cleared his throat and said, "I would love to finish this conversation later, here's my number. Text me at 10 o'clock tonight." Dean winked at Cas, and Cas stumbled away, his cheeks growing redder by the second.
After Cas was out of the Barnes and Noble, he walked the few blocks to Balthazar's apartment where Balthazar was reading the Bible on the couch. When Cas closed the door, Balthazar looked up at Cas hungrily.
"It's about time you got home, I was starting to think I would have to pleasure myself," his voice trailed off as he got up off the couch and made his way over to Cas. He slapped Cas's ass with the Bible before tossing it onto the table, and grabbed Cas's ass with both hands. "But I guess you saved the day, babe," Balthazar leaned down slightly and kissed Cas deeply on the lips. Cas sighed and slipped his hands around Balthazar's neck and deepened their kiss even more. The pair lowered themselves backwards onto the couch and before long, things were getting pretty hot and heavy.
Balthazar took of his shirt, and pulled off his sweater off of his sculpted abdomen and Cas's lean arms. But Cas couldn't help but envision Dean underneath him, instead of Balthazar, but he was too into the kiss that he couldn't hold onto that idea for too long without getting distracted by Balthazar's frantics grabs. He could feel Balthazar's dick begin to harden and he reluctantly reached down to undo his boyfriend's waistband and unzip his pants for him. Balthazar helped Cas to slip out of his pants, and Balthazar did the same for Cas. After Cas's pants were off, he grabbed hold of Balthazar's dick and pulled it out of the top of his briefs. He began to pump his hand up and down the shaft as Balthazar's dick reached maximum stiffness.
After Cas pleasured Balthazar's dick, he turned around and removed his own boxer-shorts. Cas bent over in an invitation for Balthazar to begin slamming his dick into Cas's ass. Immediately Cas began moaning, as he leaned over the armrest of their leather couch, as he could feel his own dick harden and press into the cool leather.
Several minutes passed of their lovemaking, when there was a sudden knock on the door. Cas moved as if he were going to get up to answer it, but Balthazar leaned forward until he could comfortably whisper in Cas's ear, "Don't answer it, love, whoever it is, they'll go away eventually. Just come back to me." Balthazar kissed his ear and continued to thrust his English dick into Cas's tight butthole.
Cas disregarded the knocking at the door, and went back to enjoying the amazing sex he was having with Balthazar. But the knocking didn't stop for several minutes. But when it finally did, both the men sighed at not being able to enjoy each others' company even more.
"Hello?! I know you're in there! Why the fuck are you having sex in the middle of the afternoon?!" the voice scared Cas, and Balthazar sighed. He stood up and walked to the door, and put on his black robe, looked at Cas with a look of irritation, and opened the door.
"HEY AR-" the voice on the other side of the door was stopped as he realized Balthazar was glaring at him.
"Why are you knocking on our door? It's 5 o'clock in the evening, shouldn't you be at the bar by now?" Balthazar coolly said to the stranger across the threshold.
"No, despite my appearance, I have a friend over. And we were just starting to eat dinner, when we heard you and your friend start to bang."
"Well, maybe you should move then." Balthazar closed the door in the man's face, shook his head, and walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
Cas couldn't help his curiosity, and quickly got up, and looked out the peephole in their front door. He gasped as he saw who it was, none other than Dean, from Starbucks turn away from Cas' door. The man Cas would much rather enjoy contracting the Clap from than Balthazar. He sighed, and sat back on the couch, hoping that Dean didn't know it was Cas that was banging Balthazar.