Good Dance
It's pushing quarter till midnight on Friday night, the entry fee paid, and finally Dean steps into the club with his friend Ash right behind him. It's opening night for the club that's not five blocks away from campus so obviously the place is packed; flashing lights, loud, good music engulfs Dean the moment he steps inside. Dean likes it, this kind of club is perfect when you're looking to get wasted, dance, and pick up strangers wanting nothing more than a quick fuck.
Dean and Ash swing by the bar for a drink before scoping the place out; granted, it's still early, but with going to a new club it's good to get a feel of the place. The two are having a good time, they know a few people there already and chat, they drink more, dance when the song entices them to the floor, but the whole time Dean's restless eyes scan the crowds waiting for that one person to catch his eye. No one has by one in the morning.
Ash is out on the dance floor by one thirty, a dark haired girl dancing with him—her plush ass against his groin. Her painted dark lips are in a foxy smile, eyes done up smoky, her body is tight and fit, beautiful of course, but no different than any other girl in the place. Dean smirks to himself thinking go Ash because the dude is definitely getting laid tonight.
Lifting his glass to his lips, Dean sighs realizing it's empty. "Can I buy you a drink?" a deep voice is suddenly in his right ear, breath ghosting against his neck. Dean jumps and turns towards the man. Who he is faced with leaves him breathless. The guy looks to be his age and height as he stands close to Dean; in dark wash jeans, and a simple navy blue tee-shirt hugging his body under a dark blazer, the guy is dressed simple yet nice to look at. Very nice to look at, and when Dean sees his face better with the flash of a strobe light, his throat clenches. Light stubble covers the man's jaw, his lips are obscenely pink, plump, and chapped looking, eyes are an unreal sort of blue staring right at Dean, and his hair is dark and tussled, looking as if people have been carding their fingers through it. This is who Dean has been waiting for all night.
"Yeah." Dean replies, "If I can get a dance from you afterword."
The man smirks, eyeing Dean up just as he had done. "Deal." Another shiver slides down Dean's back. He wants that voice crying his name.
The two approach the bar, the man orders them a couple shots each-the barista's specialty, purple nurples, are half off tonight-and Dean is very aware of the body next to him. The dark purple shots have a sweet tang to them as he swallows. He watches the blue-eyed man throw down his second shot, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows before Dean downs his second shot too. When he sets the short glass back down, the man is watching him closely; Dean licks his lips-a slight tang residing on his bottom lip-and the man copies him, be it on purpose or not, but Dean watches his pink tongue drag across his lip.
Dean tips his head towards the full middle of the club where countless bodies are moving to the music. Blue Eyes sends him a playful smirk then heads into the crowd. Dean follows, watching him walk and maneuver through the writhing bodies. When they reach a spot with just enough room for the both of them, Dean pulls on the guy's hip so he spins around to face him and they're up against one another instantly, moving in time to the beat and each other. The dark haired man places a hand flat on the low of Dean's back-the added heat like electricity running through him-so Dean slides a hand under the blazer and onto his hip. They move together, eyes never leaving the others.
Leaning in close to place his lips by the man's ear, Dean asks, "What's your name?"
Blue Eyes mimics his position and he can feel those lips against the shell of his ear. "Call me Cas." Dean runs the name over in his head and almost doesn't catch the next part. "What's yours?"
"Dean." He hears something that sounds like a hum or growl before the whisper of his name and his pants are now tighter than when he got here.
With a quick movement Dean spins Cas around and pulls him up against his body-the man's back splayed across his chest and ass pushed back into Dean's groin. Dean lets his hands slide around to Cas' stomach and then drift to his hips as the guy wriggles in front of him.
They dance for what feels like a very long time, the songs all merge together sounding the same, people around them constantly moving, lights making everything feels like it's alive, but Dean keeps his hands on Cas. Cas sometimes drags his hands over Dean's arms that are wrapped around him, he intertwines their fingers, or reaches back to slide those deliciously strong hands down Dean's sides and down to grip his ass. Ready to push things forward, Dean drops a hand and lets it drag up one of Cas' thighs, moving to the inside and creeping up to cup his crotch, palming his hard dick and pulls Cas' earlobe in between his lips. The body in front of him jerks up into the touch before pushing back against Dean's hips harder where his cock is obviously hard, and pushes down on Dean's hand over his cock.
"Shit." Dean breathes, he tips his head to kiss Cas' neck. Cas keeps his hand over Dean's on his cock, pushing hard as he rubs himself against it, head tilting to give Dean more skin to kiss and nip. The grip Cas has on his hand tightens and Dean hears him moan. He opens his eyes to see the dark haired man's eyes shut, and lips parted as he grinds between Dean's hand and ass. Dean's close himself, the friction of being this hard in jeans and grinding against the perfect ass driving him wild. Nevertheless he knows what Cas needs so he quickens his hand as he pumps him through the tight, dark jeans.
"Fuck, Cas, so hot." He licks a stripe up Cas' neck to behind his ear.
Cas moans a bit louder now, reaches back to grab a fistful of Dean's short hair and kisses him roughly on the lips. "Don't you dare stop." The deep voice has gotten deeper, rougher, and it drips sex now. Dean doesn't stop. Between his hand on his cock and ass rutting against him Cas must be on the brink—and it's that thought what pushes Dean on. In just mere minutes, Cas' body shakes, he spins around in Dean's arms, presses his whole body against his, kisses him hard and rolls his hips against Dean once before coming in his pants. Those full lips fall slack from Dean's his breath comes out in gasps and Dean keeps his eyes on Cas' faces as he works him through it.
The blue eyed, dark haired man is still against him, front of his jeans damp and Dean's arm stays around his back to keep him upright. Dean kisses Cas' lips multiple times until Cas kisses him back, smiling against his lips.
Blue eyes look back into Dean's. "Good dance." The low voice grumbles, lips moving over Dean's own.
Dean pulls at his upper lip and rolls his body against Cas', his dick still hard and needy. "Good dance."
Cas' eyes widen suddenly and travel down Dean's sides to meet in the middle of his hips. Dean's lips part when fingers fiddle with his button and zipper.
"What are you doing?" he gasps when his cock is greeted with the air and fingers circle it.
"Sh, Dean." Cas hisses and kisses him again as he starts pumping his cock firmly. With just a few strong strokes Dean is coming, his warm sticky fluid covering his jeans and Cas' fingers. Cas stays directly in front of him, concealing their actions and after a minute, he tucks Dean back into his jeans.
Dean's mind is still getting over the fact that he just had a mind blowing orgasm, with a stranger, on the dance floor when Cas leans in to kiss him again, his body still moving to the beat and against Dean.
Once his mind settles and it once again feels like he is in a club, Dean takes a small step back from Cas. "You want another drink? 'Cause I'm going for another."
Dean watches the expression on Cas' face change through stages he can't read. Those warm hands fall from his hips. "No I, I have to go." He's not looking at Dean in the eyes now.
Dean does his best not to look disappointed even though he is. He was hoping for a full night with Cas in his bed before letting the guy go. "Oh, kay, that's cool then."
Cas breathes in slowly, blue eyes look at him again and Cas kisses him quickly yet deeply. "Maybe I'll see you around, Dean."
Dean is sure he looks confused because he's confused as fuck. More distance appears between them and Dean watches helplessly. "Yeah, Cas." His voice doesn't make it over the loud music.
Dean goes to the bar where he stays for another half hour before informing Ash he's leaving.
The remaining time of the weekend Dean spends imagining blue eyes, dark hair, and sweet lips.
