It all started at a club. Dean couldn't remember the name, or who even dragged him there in the first place, but it was his 17th birthday and he had snuck out of the house. He swung his hips to whatever song was playing, and smiling flirtingly at whatever girl grinded on him. Dean heard the dong end, making him stumble to the bar and ask for a beer. The bartender was a young male with a head covered in messy black hair, and eyes so blue it seemed that only a very talented writer could describe the way the shone with excitement. But Dean was drunk, and didn't notice anything other than the fact that the guy seemed very hot.
"Here you go." The deep, rumbling voice made Dean shiver slightly.
"T-thank you!" He slurred and sat down on a barstool. The male watched the drunk with interest. "Can you direct me the best way to find myself making out with a hot guy in the back of my car?"
The what Castiel assumed was supposed to be a pick up line made him chuckle. It was very cheesy, but the idea turned the bartender on more than he liked admitting.
"Depends. Will I have to force you into submission?" Castiel leaned over slightly, reaching forward and running his fingers through the males hair. Dean let out a soft whine and turned his head, gently biting one of his fingers.
"Only if you'll enjoy it." Dean answered, his voice low and full of seduction.
"I get off in 5."
And that was how the two found themselves shirtless and desperately trying to get more clothes off. Dean tried to push the male down, but he wrestled back, making Dean pressed against the leather seats.
"Oh baby boy, I'm gonna make you feel so good." Castiel promised as he kissed down Deans chest.
"G-go faster!" Dean whimpered as he thrust his hips upward, desperate for friction. Castiel held Deans hips down and gave him a smoldering look.
"Well, now for that you're going to have to wait. I'm taking to my house so I can give you all the attention your body needs." Castiel watched as Dean began to beg for him not to stop. "Give me the keys." Dean gave him a look.
"No one but me drives baby." Dean growled, but Castiel just kissed is neck, and he fell apart, almost throwing it at Cas.
"Stay in the back." Cas told him and he put his shirt on. Dean stayed quiet and watched with hungry eyes as Castiel climbed into the front seat and started the car. They were only driving a couple minutes when Castiel caught him trying to palm himself.
"Don't touch yourself." The male ordered, and Dean immediately listened. "We are almost there."
They pulled into the driveway of a nice house and Castiel turned the Impala off and got out.
"Come on baby boy." Dean happily threw himself out and grabbed Castiels bum.
"Lets go!" The two raced off after closing the door. Dean forgot his shirt and shoes, while Cas forgot his phone. The door was already unlocked, so Castiel just seductively pulled Dean in, closing the door and the two faces were locked. They stumbled down the hall into the bedroom, where Castiel shoved Dean down onto the bed and resumed kissing down his chest, letting his lips flutter above the males pants. Dean let out soft little impatient noises. Castiel smirked and started to slowly unbuckle the boys pants and started tugging them down. Castiel let out a sexual growl when he saw what was underneath.
Dean was wearing sexy pink panties.
"You are just begging to be touched." Castiel watched the obviously inexperienced male squirm under his intense gaze. Castiel leaned down and tugged the panties down, taking Dean into his mouth. Dean quickly became a sweaty begging mess after just a second or two.
They both had to admit, it was the best night of their lives.
But mornings are a very different thing.