A/N: So my idea for this was "Cas is a piercer and Dean meets him when he goes in for a piercing". I was gonna just have them fool around during the appointment but then I was like "nah, that's the piercing room, that's gross and unprofessional". And Cas is a professional! So the smut was moved to the back of the building after closing, lol.
Please let me know what you think! (constructive criticism too) Your reviews always make my day!
tags (chapter 1): destiel, smut, blow jobs, masturbation, body piercings, genital piercings, marijuana
Chapter 1 of 2
Dean sat in the parking lot, gripping the Impala's steering wheel in his hands and taking nervous drags on his cigarette. Was he really going to do this? He was really going to do this.
It was his own fault, really. Somehow the topic had been brought up and Sam, like a reasonable person, had said, "Fuck that. Sounds painful."
As always, Dean just had to act like like nothing fazed him. "It can't be that bad!" he'd said confidently. "I'd do it. Heard the ladies really like it, too."
"And the guys," Sam snickered.
"Shut up," Dean muttered, punching his shoulder and turning a nice shade of red.
When Sam's laughing died down, he became serious. "I'll bet you two hundred dollars you couldn't do it."
Dean's mouth dropped open. "What?"
Sam straightened up. "Two hundred dollars. You go and get your dick pierced, I'll give you two hundred dollars and pay for the piercing. If you don't, you gotta pay up." He crossed his arms, smirking at Dean.
Dean didn't really want to be stabbed in the dick, but he wasn't the type to back down from a challenge- especially one where money was involved, and plenty of other people had gotten the piercing and survived. He squared his shoulders. "Fine. You're on."
He'd done some research and was surprised at all the different ways there were to pierce a dick. He'd settled on the most common male genital piercing, the prince albert. He'd found a reputable shop and made the appointment, he'd showered in preparation, and he'd eaten a meal beforehand as instructed by the receptionist who had taken his phone call.
The only thing to do now was go inside and actually get the piercing done, but he couldn't make himself get out of the car. He checked his watch. His appointment was in two minutes. He was the last appointment of the day, so if he didn't go in now, it might be too late, and he would lose his bet with Sam. He took one last drag off his cigarette, flicking it out the window and across the parking lot. He got out of the car, slamming the door behind him, took a deep breath, and crossed the street to the studio.
As soon as he opened the door, he was hit with the scent of incense. Framed posters and artwork covered the walls, which were alternatively painted either red or black. To the left were some chairs and a table covered in magazines, and to the right was an open door to a room that looked like the office. Music was playing, but Dean wasn't sure what it was. It sounded like punk. He couldn't really hear it that well over the buzzing of tattoo machines. He approached the front desk, where a young girl, who couldn't have been older than twenty, with pastel purple hair and a septum piercing was reading a book. She quickly closed it, looking up at him with a smile. "Hi! How can I help you?"
He smiled back nervously. "Hi... I, um, have an appointment?"
"Okay." She opened a drawer in the desk and pulled out an appointment book, looking over the entries. "Dean?" He nodded. "Okay, so I just need you to fill out your paperwork." She placed a check next to his name in the appointment book before putting it away and placing a clipboard on the counter top. "You can have a seat, if you'd like."
"Thanks." He took the clipboard and walked into the lobby, leaning back in one of the chairs and filling out the form. It was mostly basic information, like his name, date of birth, phone number, and address. He had to initial a few things, acknowledging that he was aware anything could happen, the piercer wasn't liable, blah blah blah. At the end, he had to fill in the last time he ate, and if he had any allergies. As soon as he set the clipboard down on the table in front of him, the receptionist was standing next to him.
"I just need your ID."
He pulled out his wallet, removing his ID and handing it to her. She disappeared into the office, and when she came back Dean could see a black and white photocopy of his license on the paper he'd just filled out. She handed him his identification. "The piercer will be with you shortly."
"Great, thanks." She went back to the front desk and resumed reading her book, leaving Dean to his own devices. He pulled out his phone and began texting Sam. im in the waiting room. Say goodbye to two hundred dollars, bitch
The reply was instantaneous. i dont think so. Youre so gonna chicken out... jerk.
Dean scoffed a little and shook his head. Another text came through. what's the piercer look like?
no idea. Hope it's an unattractive dude, though. If i get a boner i think ill die of embarrassment.
arent you supposed to get a boner?
shit. I dunno. Maybe?
I THOUGHT YOU RESEARCHED THIS
i just picked the one i wanted! Youre the one who's always researching shit. Look it up for me quick
Dean hit send and waited, growing more nervous by the second. He looked over towards the desk and realized the receptionist was gone and a man was standing in front of her chair, leaning on the counter and talking to a woman on the other side of the desk. The woman was holding a paper, and the man in the receptionist's seat was pointing to it and talking. Dean couldn't take his eyes off the guy. He seemed to be Dean's age- late twenties. His face was littered with piercings- two studs on either side of his lower lip, a bar between his eyes, a septum piercing, and an industrial through his ear. All the jewelry was just basic silver balls- nothing fancy, but they contrasted nicely with his dark hair. His lobes were stretched as well. They weren't huge, but they were large enough for the plugs to have a design on them, although Dean couldn't make out what it was. He had dark brown, almost black hair, and it was messy. Like, sex hair messy. His eyes were blue and he had these full, pink lips and long fingers and-
Dean felt his dick twitch, and he shifted in the seat. Please don't let that be the piercer. Please don't let that be the piercer. His phone dinged, and he scrambled to open the text and distract himself. Sam's response was straight-forward: It doesnt matter
He sighed, flicking his eyes back to the desk, where the woman was handing the man money and thanking him. He was smiling widely, his eyes crinkling slightly at the edges, and Dean felt his stomach twist up. He's adorable. The woman left and the man came out from around the desk. Dean's heart nearly stopped, thinking he was going to approach him, but instead he turned just short of Dean, pushed open the front door, and exited the building.
Dean let out a sigh of relief, although he was a bit disappointed as well. He texted Sam again, as it was the only thing distracting him from what was about to happen. still waiting.
good luck! xD
Exactly five minutes passed before the door's bell dinged again and the man re-entered. He walked past the front desk, back onto the floor, past two tattoo stations and disappeared into a room where Dean couldn't see him. The receptionist entered again and took her seat at the front desk, picking up her book.
Another two minutes passed and Dean wondered what was going on. Maybe the piercer was with a difficult client. But then the man came out again, and this time he approached Dean.
"Hey," he said with a smile, "are you Dean?"
Dean swallowed and nodded.
The man extended his hand. "I'm Castiel." Dean took his hand in his own, gripping tightly and focusing all his energy into a strong handshake. "Sorry about the wait," he said, dropping his hand to his side. "Some clients take more time than others, and we can run behind. Are you ready?"
"You're... the piercer?" Dean asked, his voice coming out small.
Castiel smiled again. "Yes. Follow me." He turned and walked off, and Dean sat frozen for a split second before jumping out of his seat to follow him. He trailed behind him as they made their way towards the room he'd seen Castiel disappear into earlier.
Castiel closed the door behind them as Dean looked around. To the left was a desk, which looked like his personal area. There was a closed sketchbook in the center, and some colored pencils scattered about the desk. In the corners were some figurines and a bleached animal skull, and on the wall around the desk hung a few photos. One was of Castiel and a woman, but the rest were either of him and a dog, or just the dog.
To the right, on the side of the room with the door, was a granite counter top with absolutely nothing on it. "So, before you sit down, I'm going to get set up and open everything in front of you, okay?"
Dean nodded. As nervous as he was, there was no backing out now. He could almost feel the two hundred dollars in his pocket. He watched as Castiel washed his hands in a sink in the opposite corner and donned a pair of black gloves. He then opened one of the drawers under the counter, pulling out a steel tray. He set it down on the counter top and draped a dental bib over it. He then began pulling out a ton of packages. He ripped the first one open and a decent amount of paper towels fell out onto the tray. He opened up another one and a toothpick landed on the tray. He produced a small vial, opening it up and using a dropper to drip a single drop of purple liquid onto the tip of the toothpick. He then began opening packages again.
"These packages are for the autoclave," he explained, his back to Dean. "It's a machine that we use to sterilize the instruments and jewelry. It uses pressure and steam. It's how they sterilize the medical instruments in hospitals." He squirted a small glob of lubricant onto the tray, then opened another package, and a needle fell next to the lube. He opened two more packages; one contained a small, hollow metal rod, one end flat and the other slanted, and the other contained a thick ring. He grabbed one more bib, using surgical tape to secure it to the seat of the chair. He took his gloves off, tossing them into a garbage can beneath the counter.
He pulled on a new pair and turned to smile at Dean, his arms bent at the elbows and his hands in the air above his waist. "I'm ready when you are. I just need you to undress- you can set your clothes over there," he nodded to the far end of the counter top, which stretched all the way to the wall, "and you can have a seat."
Dean cleared his throat. "Okay." He slowly began unbuckling his belt, his hands shaking a bit.
"You don't have to be nervous," Castiel said softly. "This is my job."
Dean chuckled nervously. "Right." He kicked off his boots and stepped out of them, then tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and jeans.
"So..." Castiel said, looking away in an attempt to make Dean more comfortable, although he was going to see everything in a few seconds anyway. "This your first piercing?"
"Yeah," Dean said as he dropped his pants.
"I can tell," he said, a smile tugging at his lips as he stared at a poster on the back of the door. "I should warn you, they're addicting."
Dean stepped out of his jeans and underwear, brushing past Castiel to set them on the far side of the counter in a pile. He made a bee-line for the chair, hopping up and sitting down, keeping his legs closed and tugging them hem of his shirt down.
Castiel let his gaze leave the poster, and Dean assumed they would travel right to his crotch, but they instead moved to his face. "What made you choose a genital piercing for your first piercing?" he asked, tilting his head a bit. "Most people test the waters first."
Dean shrugged, his stomach doing flip-flops. Does this fucker know how adorable he is? "Go big or go home, right?" he said, offering him a nervous grin.
Castiel smiled. "Right. So, I'm going to walk you through the process so you know what I'm doing. If you have any questions at any time, don't hesitate to ask, and if at any point you want me to stop, just say so. Okay?"
Dean nodded.
"Alright, so first I'm going to clean you up and mark the spot where we are going to pierce. Once that's done, I'm going to insert this- the receiving tube- into your urethra," he said, pointing to the hollow metal rod. "Then, I'm going to pierce through the shaft, right below the head, into the tube, and follow the needle out with the jewelry. That's it. Sound good?"
Dean just nodded again.
"Any questions?"
Dean bit his lip. He wanted to search his brain for anything to ask, to buy himself some time. He wasn't ready. "No."
Castiel smiled. "Okay, so let's get started." He grabbed a small soaked wipe off the tray, turning around and taking a step towards Dean. "I, uh... do need you to open your legs, though."
"Right," Dean mumbled, feeling his face flushing. "Sorry." He inhaled deeply, trying to steady his breathing, and spread his legs apart. As if his dick knew what was about to happen, it seemed smaller than ever. He cringed a little, almost wishing he was hard. A stranger touching and handling his cock was one thing, but while he was soft? He couldn't think of anything more embarrassing.
Castiel didn't skip a beat, moving closer and positioning himself between Dean's dangling legs. He looked up to meet Dean's eyes, and Dean realized just how blue they actually were. Castiel furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," Dean breathed, looking away. He knew his face must have been as red as the walls by now.
"Do you want some water?"
"I'm good," Dean said quickly. "I just want to get it over with."
Castiel nodded. He reached down and took Dean in his gloved hand, positioning him so he could clean the head and shaft with the wipe. Dean bit his lip, willing himself to not react to Castiel rolling him around between his fingers, but it was impossible. By the time Cas finished, he was at half mast. Castiel changed his gloves again and picked up the toothpick from the tray.
Dean knew there was no way he couldn't feel Dean hardening in his hand. He kind of wanted a hole to open up in the ground and swallow him up, but he also kind of didn't want this to stop. He felt a small, barely noticeable pinch on the underside of his head as Castiel pressed the tip of the toothpick to his skin to make his mark. He straightened up and tossed the toothpick into the garbage can, reaching for the tray again and grabbing the receiving tube. He began rolling it back and forth between his gloves hands.
"Otherwise it's cold," he shrugged.
Dean gulped and nodded. He was all too familiar; he'd tried sounding a few times. Okay, so maybe more than a few times. He had no idea how he was going to keep his erection under control.
Castiel dipped the slanted end of the receiving tube into the glob of lubricant, spreading it around the tip and leaning down in front of Dean again. "It might feel a little weird, but-"
"It's fine," Dean said quickly. "I've, uh..." He trailed off. "It's fine." Castiel raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Dean swore he saw the beginnings of a smirk.
Castiel took the head in his left hand, spreading Dean open a bit with his thumb and forefinger and gently wiggling the receiving tube into the opening.
Dean had to bite down on his lip to prevent himself from groaning. Castiel turned away, leaving the rod inside Dean, and quickly turned back with the jewelry tucked between the ring and middle finger of his left hand and the blunt end of the needle tucked between the forefinger and middle finger. He wiggled the receiving tube again, pressing the pad of his left thumb to the spot he'd marked to make sure the tube was aligned. When he was confident it was, he switched hands so he was holding the tube with his left. Using his right, he removed the needle from between his fingers.
Watching all this, watching the small, calculated movements of Castiel's fingers, where any slip up could cause him to stab himself, Dean couldn't help but imagine what else Castiel could do with those hands.
Castiel held the tube in place, hovering the needle vertically beneath Dean's half-hard cock. "Do you want me to count, or just do it?"
"Don't count."
"Okay." Castiel looked up to meet his eyes. "Ready?"
"Yeah," Dean replied hoarsely. He closed his eyes and suddenly there was a sharp pinching feeling, a bit of burning heat radiating outwards, and it was over. He opened his eyes and looked down, and there was nothing but a C-shaped ring, blood dripping down it's curve and landing on the dental bib between Dean's legs. "How did you-"
"I'm fast," Castiel grinned. He was standing at the counter, grabbing a pair of what looked like pliers from the tray.
"What the hell are those?" Dean asked worriedly.
"To close the jewelry," Castiel said simply. He took Dean in his hand again and placed the instrument around the jewelry. Dean watched the muscles in his arm pop as he squeezed the handles. It hurt a bit as it was tugged on lightly, but none of it was as bad as he'd been expecting.
When Castiel moved away, Dean could see that the ring was in a circular shape again, as opposed to the wide C shape it had been moments ago. He came over with another instrument, which looked like needle-nose pliers, but these ones opened when he squeezed the handles. Castiel held up his left hand, and between his thumb and forefinger was a shiny metal ball. "So I can put this in," he explained.
Dean nodded and Castiel tucked the two tips into the ring, squeezing the handles slightly. He lined the ball up and opened the ring just enough to pop the ball in. He then grabbed some of the paper towels, holding them beneath Dean's member, and started squirting Dean down with some water. The blood was flowing freely now, and Dean was actually starting to worry.
"Is there supposed to be that much?" he asked.
Castiel nodded. "I know it seems like a lot, but it's really not. It's just being thinned out by the water." He left the wad of paper towels beneath Dean's bleeding dick to collect the slowing flow of blood, turning around and removing his gloves. He tossed them into the garbage can and put on another pair. He finished cleaning him up, and after a few minutes, the bleeding seemed to have stopped. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay."
"Stand up for me, if you can." Dean raised an eyebrow. "Some people feel light-headed," Castiel explained.
Dean nodded and swung his legs over the side of the chair, pushing himself off and standing on the floor. A large bead of blood formed right below the head at the jewelry, and Castiel leaned forward with a paper towel in hand and held it underneath. Once it had soaked into the paper towel, no more appeared, and Castiel leaned back and smiled, admiring his handiwork. "We're done."
He grabbed some gauze off the tray and lightly held it around the piercing, taping it around the shaft with surgical tape to hold it in place. "It might bleed again while you walk, so just be careful. You don't want it, um... swinging around too much during healing, but you also don't want anything too tight, so boxer briefs with some room in the crotch are best while it heals, at least for the first week. You might want to invest in some liners for the first few days, as it's common for it to bleed if it's jostled around too much."
"...Liners?"
"Yeah. Y'know, for women. On their-"
"OH, right," Dean said quickly with a nervous laugh. "Okay."
"Okay, so you can get dressed and if you want you can head out to the lobby and Jo will check you out. I'm just going to clean up in here and I'll be back out to go over aftercare, alright?"
Dean nodded and Castiel moved towards the counter so Dean could walk past him and get his clothes. He quickly pulled them on, being careful not to jostle his dick too much, then stepped into his boots and hurried out. The lobby was empty, and Jo poked her head out from the office with a smile. "Wasn't as bad as you expected, right?"
He smiled nervously. "Nope."
"What piercing did you get again?"
He felt his cheeks warming up. "PA."
"Okay, so it's eighty-five dollars."
He pulled out his wallet and just as he handed her four twenties and a five, Castiel emerged from the back and stood behind the front desk. He reached down and came back up with a sheet of paper, covered from top to bottom in text.
"So, this is your aftercare sheet," he said. He began explaining all of it to Dean, pointing at what he was talking about and highlighting certain parts. He went over what to expect, how to clean it, how long it should take to heal, et cetera. "So, you should wait at least six weeks before engaging in sexual activity," he said, looking down at the sheet in his hands. "When you do, I recommend cleaning the piercing first to remove any dried discharge and use a condom to minimize how much moving the jewelry does. Even then, if it hurts, stop."
Dean nodded. His face was heating up and he was praying Castiel wouldn't notice when he looked up.
"And in eight weeks, we can change your jewelry. You probably noticed how large the ring is. It's to accommodate for swelling... both piercing and non-piercing related." He cleared his throat. "But once you're healed, there will probably still be some extra room when you're erect, so if that's the case, just give us a call for an appointment to change it out."
Dean nodded. He placed a ten dollar bill on the table, sliding it towards him. "Thanks."
Castiel finally looked up, and Dean was rewarded with a different smile than he had given the previous client when she tipped him. The former was appreciation and politeness. This one was a sloppy, crooked grin and it seemed... nervous? But that was impossible, the guy had been nothing but professional while Dean had his dick out. Why would he be nervous now?
"Thank you. Always appreciated."
Dean suddenly noticed how quiet the place was. The music had stopped, and all of the stations behind Castiel were empty. He glanced to his right, and all the tattoo artists were bullshitting in the office and Jo was counting out the register. They were closing. Before he could stop himself, he was leaning forward to speak. "Do you... smoke?" he asked quietly, so the other employees couldn't hear.
Castiel raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Uh... yeah. I do."
Dean's stomach was fluttering nervously. He hadn't thought about what would happen after he'd asked. "Do you... want to smoke, maybe?"
Castiel's eyes flicked to the office, then back to Dean, meeting his gaze. "Sure, but I have to finish up here first." He smiled sheepishly. "Can you give me ten minutes?"
Dean smiled back, exhaling a little in relief. "Yeah. I'm going to go out and smoke a cigarette."
Castiel nodded and turned around to walk back to the piercing room, and Dean exited the building, walking carefully to his car. He opened the passenger door, leaning down and grabbing his pack of rolling papers and bag of weed from the glove compartment. He shoved them into his jacket pocket, closing the door again and leaning against the car to smoke a cigarette. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted Sam. i did it! you owe me $285, bitch!
wow, i cant believe you actually went through with it. kudos to you. youll get your money... jerk. :P
He chuckled to himself and pocketed his phone, taking another drag from his cigarette. He noticed the tattoo artists leaving the building and getting into their vehicles. Then the lights were shutting off, and as the artists pulled away, Jo and Castiel came outside. He saw Castiel glance at him briefly before turning his attention back to Jo as she locked the door. Dean could see his lips moving, but he couldn't hear anything he was saying from across the street. Then they hugged and Jo turned and walked down the street. Castiel lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall. Once Jo disappeared around the corner, he nodded towards the back of the building and began walking in that direction.
Dean ducked his head and crossed the street, wincing slightly as his fresh piercing lightly bumped against his jeans. When he rounded the corner of the building, Castiel was sitting on a red overturned milk crate, elbows on his knees and cigarette dangling from his fingertips in front of him. There wasn't a lot of light, but when he turned to look at him, Dean could see it glinting off the jewelry in his face.
Castiel gestured towards the spot next to him, where, as he approached, Dean could make out a black overturned milk crate in the shadows. He sat down, adjusting his jeans slightly to give himself some more room in the crotch, and he saw Castiel smile out of the corner of his eye.
"It wasn't as bad as you expected, right?" he asked.
"No..." Dean was a little caught off guard. He could've sworn his voice was deeper than before. "Not at all." He cleared his throat and pulled the bag and papers out of his pocket. "So... Cas, was it?"
Cas hesitated for a split second, never having been called by that nickname before. "Yeah."
"I figured this tip would be a little more personal than cash," he said, straightening out his legs and breaking up weed into the rolling paper. "You were very professional," he added, glancing up at him briefly before looking back down. "Really made me feel comfortable." He felt himself blushing, and he was thankful it was probably too dark for Cas to notice. He couldn't remember ever blushing this much in his life. He cleared his throat. "As comfortable as I could be, at least."
"Well, thank you... I'm glad."
Dean brought the joint to his lips and ran his tongue along the paper, rolling it between his fingers and holding it up to show Cas.
Cas held up a lighter, and Dean took it, placing the joint between his lips and lighting it. He handed the lighter back to Cas and took a long pull, holding it in and passing Cas the joint.
"So, uh, how long have you been piercing?" Dean asked.
"Seven years," he responded, exhaling a hit.
Dean nodded. "What made you get into it? How do you learn? ...Is there, like... a school?"
He shrugged. "I've always loved body modifications, but I couldn't really explore them when I was younger. My parents didn't exactly approve." He chuckled. "Of a lot of things," he added, looking out across the small lot. "But, uh..." He took a quick pull off the joint, holding it out to Dean. "I ended up leaving and needing a place to stay, and Mike- the owner- his son and I went to high school together. He offered me a place to stay in exchange for work... I cleaned, answered the phone, whatever, for a year until I turned eighteen and then he spent two years teaching me everything he knew." He paused. "Just the basics, really, since he's a tattoo artist. You can't really excel at both. But I did a lot of research on my own. Talked to other piercers on the internet. Went to the APP Conferences in Vegas." He turned to Dean, who looked genuinely interested, albeit a little confused.
Cas smiled. "APP is the Association of Professional Piercers," he explained. "At the conferences, they have classes and tons of educational material and information and shit."
"Oh," Dean said with a nod. He appreciated watching Cas talk about his passion. "Well, your dedication shows."
Dean was again rewarded with the crooked grin he'd gotten when he'd tipped Cas. "So," he said, looking down at his hands, "What do you do?"
Dean frowned. "Nothing interesting. I'm a manager at a grocery store. I... don't really have any special skills." He looked down at the joint, rolling it between his fingers. This guy seemed super interesting, and he was boring as fuck.
Cas frowned, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around his knees. "I'm sure that's not true."
"Well... I like to play the guitar, but you can't really make money at that." He grinned sheepishly.
"Sure you can," Cas said. "You just have to get creative." He paused, chewing on his lip. "You could give lessons."
Dean laughed. "I don't think I'm that good."
Cas chewed his lip again, hesitating a little. "Maybe I can hear you play some time, and I can be the judge of that."
Dean ducked his head, focusing on re-lighting the joint that had burned out. "Yeah... Sure."
"I- I'm sorry, I hope I didn't overstep-"
"No," Dean said quickly, looking up and meeting his worried eyes and flashing him a nervous grin. "Not at all. I would like that."
Cas smiled as Dean pulled on the joint and passed it to him. "So... I see from the pictures at your desk that you have a dog?"
Cas nodded. "Yeah. His name is Atticus." He smiled. "He's my best friend." His pursed his lips and added, "As stupid as that sounds."
"It's not stupid at all," Dean assured him.
He smiled again, sighing a bit in relief. "Since I don't talk to my family, he's all I've got."
"You don't talk to any of your family at all?" Dean asked, frowning.
Cas shook his head and looked away. "Like I said, they didn't exactly approve of my lifestyle."
"Wait," Dean said, shaking his head and furrowing his brows, "They disowned you because you wanted to be a piercer?"
Cas tilted his head back, turning to catch Dean's eye and smiling sadly. "That's not exactly what I meant."
"Oh... oh," Dean said. "Sorry... I feel dumb now." He held the joint out to Cas.
Cas smiled, relieved that he wasn't disgusted, which was something he didn't think he'd ever get used to. "Yeah, that's why I left home when I was seventeen."
"I'm sorry," Dean said softly. "That must've been really hard."
Cas shrugged, handing Dean the joint. "It was almost ten years ago, so... I don't really think about it."
Dean was quiet for a minute, taking one last long pull from the joint before tossing it on the ground and stomping it out beneath his boot.
"So... what about your family?" Cas asked quietly.
"My mom died when I was a kid. I don't remember her much." He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his chest pocket, taking one out and lighting it. "But my dad and brother have always been supportive."
"They... what?" Dean looked up at Cas and he was squinting, his head tilted like a puppy. Then his eyes widened a bit. "Oh. I didn't realize you were-"
"Bi," Dean interrupted him with a nervous chuckle. "Yeah. I am."
Cas nodded, looking down at his Converse. He wasn't sure what possessed him to push this further, but he did anyway. "Was there... a reason, that you asked me to smoke with you?"
"Maybe." Cas looked up to see Dean leaning forward slightly and smirking at him. "Is that... okay?"
Cas swallowed. "Yeah." He brought his eyes to Dean's mouth, where his tongue came out to wet his bottom lip. Then Dean was leaning forward, and Cas closed his eyes, his breath catching in his throat. The smell of cigarettes and leather flooded his nostrils as Dean lightly pressed his lips to Cas'. They were soft, and Cas' stomach did a somersault, and then Dean broke the brief kiss. At first Cas was afraid Dean hadn't liked it, but when he opened his eyes, he was met with Dean's staring at him, only a few inches away, his mouth open slightly and his breathing a bit ragged.
Dean took in Cas' face, cheeks flushed pink and tongue darting out to taste Dean on his lips. He was made aware of the erection he was growing by a slight stinging sensation on the head of his dick, a result of the dried blood pinching against his skin. "I've wanted to do that since I first saw you," he breathed, leaning back a bit.
Cas smiled, ducking his chin a bit and looking up at Dean from beneath his eyelashes. "Did it live up to your expectations?" he asked coyly.
Dean grinned. "It was way better."
Cas laughed softly. Dean leaned forward again and Cas did too, meeting him half-way. Their lips met again and this time it was fast and eager. Cas opened his mouth and Dean slipped his tongue in, reaching up with his hands to place them on either side of Cas' neck. It was at this point that Dean excitedly noticed he also had his tongue pierced.
They made out for a minute, and Dean was becoming painfully aware of his fresh piercing rubbing against the zipper of his jeans, but he ignored it. He lowered one hand to Cas' waist, placing it there on the outside of his shirt. When Cas didn't shrink away, he snaked his fingers up the shirt, gripping his waist and pressing his fingers into the warm skin of Cas' side.
Cas turned his head to catch his breath, and Dean took the opportunity to press some kisses to his exposed neck. "Jesus, Cas..." he breathed against his skin.
Cas shuddered at the warm breath along his throat. Dean's hand's were strong, but gentle against his abdomen as he brought his hand up to Cas' chest, lightly grazing his thumb across his nipple. Cas arched into him, letting out a content sigh.
"Cas," Dean murmured into the crook of his neck, "Do you want this?"
Cas bit his lip to stop himself from responding with an aroused noise. "Yes, but..." He laughed a little. "Fresh piercing."
"It's fine," Dean said, still kissing and licking at his neck. "I can still make you feel good."
"Uh..." he chuckled softly. "Okay." He lowered his head and Dean captured his lips with his own again, flinging his cigarette into the ground and moving both hands to Cas' belt to undo the buckle. Cas had been managing to keep his dick at half-mast, but when Dean popped open his button and pulled down his zipper, he swelled completely.
Dean broke their kiss and pulled back, looking down and pulling the waistband of Cas' boxers down to tuck them beneath the base of his cock. As it flopped back down over the waistband, he caught the glint of metal in the moonlight. Before he could stop himself, he took Cas in his hand, lifting it up to get a better look.
Cas leaned his head back and sighed at the touch.
Before he and Sam had made this bet, Dean had never given a second thought to piercings at all, let alone genital piercings. Now he was pretty positive he'd discovered a new kink. Cas had the same piercing Dean had just gotten, in addition to three bars running horizontally across his shaft, just behind the head, about 3/4 of an inch apart. Just like the piercings in his face, they had plain, silver jewelry. Dean gently rubbed his thumb up and down along the skin over the three bars, eyes wide and mouth agape.
Cas groaned at this action, hips twitching as he tried to resist thrusting into Dean's hand. Dean leaned down and stopped, lips centimeters from the head, to wet his lips. He lightly trailed his tongue along the spot where the jewelry of the PA emerged from the skin before taking the entire head in his mouth and suckling lightly.
"Fuck," Cas groaned, looking down at Dean. He was surprised, honestly. He'd met a lot of "bi" guys who were more than happy to be tops, but when it came to being a bottom or having a dick in their mouth, they weren't interested. Add his piercings to the mix, and not many people outside of the body modification industry were interested in him, and even they were rare to find in Kansas.
Dean took him down further, pressing his tongue up against the bars of his frenum piercings and working the base with his right hand, his left gripping Cas' thigh through his jeans. He moved his thumb along the skin in slow circles.
Cas involuntarily thrust his hips, feeling his muscles tightening. He bit his lip hard, looking away, trying to hold back. It was too soon.
Dean went down further, until he could feel the bead of the captive ring pressing against the back of his throat.
Cas moaned, looking down at Dean. "Shit, that's... amazing," he muttered, his voice deep and scratchy.
Dean, encouraged by his praise and turned on further by his voice, looked up to meet his eyes, swallowing around him. Cas couldn't help but bring his hand up to bury his fingers in the hair on the top of his head. Dean closed his eyes and hummed onto Cas' cock, continuing to bob and suck. Cas tightened his grip in Dean's hair, tugging lightly. Dean groaned and the vibrations shot right through Cas. He could feel the warmth pooling in his stomach, and this time he couldn't do anything to stop it.
When Dean tilted his head back slightly so the top of Cas' head bumped the roof of his mouth, Cas couldn't hold back anymore. "Dean," he panted, "I'm gonna come. I'm sorry."
Dean didn't stop, but kept his pace steady, moving the hand on Cas' thigh closer to his pelvis and lightly rubbing his thumb into the soft skin there.
Cas inhaled sharply and tossed his head back, tugging Dean's hair as he came hard down Dean's throat. Dean swallowed around him again, milking him through his orgasm, Cas' stuttered gasps like music to his ears. When Cas stilled, Dean pulled back, lifting his head and straightening up. He wiped his mouth along the sleeve of his jacket and gave Cas a lop-sided grin.
Cas stared at him through hooded lids, fingers gripping the edges of the milk crate tightly and chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. "I- I'm sorry," he mumbled hazily, his eyes slowly widening. "It's been a while, and the piercings make it really sensitive, and-"
"Hey," Dean said, cutting him off. He leaned forward and placed his hand on the back of Cas' neck, pressing their lips together in a short kiss. Cas could taste himself on Dean's lips. "It's okay." He smiled. "I'm just glad you enjoyed it."
Cas' tongue jutted out to lick his bottom lip. "I did," he breathed. "Very much."
"Good," Dean said hoarsely.
As Cas floated back down to earth, he quickly stuffed his softening dick into his underwear, re-fastening his jeans and belt. "I, uh..." He chuckled softly. "I wasn't expecting that today."
"Me neither," Dean admitted.
Cas smiled, then frowned. "Do you know what time it is?"
Dean checked his watch. "Almost eleven."
"Shit... I have to get home and walk Atticus," he said sadly. He leaned over and picked up a pack of cigarettes from the ground next to him.
Dean nodded, looking down at his boots. "Yeah. I understand."
"I wasn't kidding about wanting to hear you play," Cas said, standing up and lighting his cigarette. "Do you, um... want my number?"
Dean stood up as well. "Yes." He pulled his phone out of his pocket, opening a new contact form and handing it to Cas. Cas punched in his number and handed it back to him. "So, I'll text you," Dean said, shoving his phone back into his pocket and shifting his weight on his feet.
"That would be great," Cas smiled. He really wanted to kiss Dean one more time before they parted, but he didn't want to push his luck. Instead, he smoked his cigarette as they walked back around to the front of the building.
"Do you want a ride home?" Dean asked, looking around and noticing no other cars in the lot besides his own.
Cas shook his head. "It's only a ten minute walk, but thank you."
"Alright," Dean said, fingering his keys in his pocket. He took them out and looked down at them in his hands. "Get home safe."
Cas scoffed. "I'll be fine." He lifted his arms and flexed his muscles. Dean could tell it was meant to be a joke, as Cas looked slender and lanky, but he actually had impressive muscles when he flexed.
Dean chuckled. "Okay. I'll text you."
Cas blushed a bit, feeling self-conscious after his attempt at a joke. "Okay."
Dean should've turned and left at that point, but he stayed in place, eyes lingering on Cas' face. Then he was leaning in again, kissing Cas softly. Cas leaned into it and kissed him back.
Dean pulled back again. "Okay," he said with a slow exhale. "Night, Cas."
"Goodnight, Dean," he said softly, his face growing redder by the second.
Dean smiled and turned, swiftly crossing the street and getting into his car.
On the drive home, Dean couldn't get Cas out of his head. He kept seeing his adorably messy hair, his gorgeous blue eyes, his full pink lips. By the time he pulled into his driveway, he had a raging hard-on. Thankfully Sam was already asleep, so he hurried to the bathroom to prepare the sea salt solution Cas had instructed him to use to clean his piercing. As he let the salt dissolve, he carefully peeled off the surgical tape and removed the gauze, which was saturated with an impressive amount of blood. He tossed it into the garbage can and grabbed the mug, maneuvering the tip of his dick into the solution.
After a minute or so of soaking, he used a q-tip to remove the crusties and the ring moved freely again. He sighed in relief and dumped the contents of the mug into the sink, setting it on the back of the toilet and scurrying to his room.
He was starting to go soft, but he was still horny. Sucking Cas off with no release of his own was a special kind of torture. He figured since he just cleaned the piercing and the ring was moving freely, he should be okay as long as he stayed away from it. He got undressed and climbed onto the bed, propping the pillows up against the headboard and settling back into them.
He immediately took himself in his hand, gripping the base and tugging lazily until he was fully erect again. He couldn't stop himself from imagining Cas' long, nimble fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping the base as his lips wrapped around the shaft, swirling his tongue ring around the head and dipping the ball into the slit. He could feel the metal ring rubbing against the inside of his urethra as he moved his fist, and it was amazing. He remembered what Cas had said earlier- "The piercings make it really sensitive". He hadn't even thought of the heightened pleasure he could get from a genital piercing, only what it would do for a partner.
He allowed his strokes to end closer to the head, and he could feel the jewelry moving even more. His head fell back and he groaned, feeling himself getting close. Usually it took him longer to finish when he was masturbating, but the sensitivity of the new piercing combined with being aroused since he'd first laid eyes on Cas was doing him in faster than usual.
Then the side of his index finger grazed the ring, causing small sparks of pain that only heightened his pleasure, and his hips snapped up in release. There was another second or two of pain as come forced it's way past the ring partially blocking the way, spurting out and landing on his chest, and then the pain was gone. He let his head fall back against the headboard, chest rising and falling as he took deep, slow breaths.
"Jesus christ," he breathed. He took a minute to recover before lighting a cigarette and wondering how long he should wait before texting Cas. Once he finished smoking, he headed to the bathroom to clean up.
The next morning, Sam was waiting for him in the kitchen, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "Let's see it."
"See it?" Dean grunted, heading for the coffee pot. "No way."
"How else can I be sure you got it done? We are talking nearly three-hundred bucks here." Sam smirked.
Dean stopped walking and produced an annoyed sigh in response, but turned around to face Sam and pulled down his pajama pants. He reached into the fly of his boxers, taking himself in his hand and trying to cover as much as possible of the head and shaft in his hand without covering the ring. "There," he grumbled, looking away.
Sam leaned forward. "Holy shit, you actually did it." He paused, noticing the redness. "It looks angry."
"No shit, it got stabbed," Dean retorted, hastily tucking it back into his boxers and pulling his PJs back up.
Sam chuckled. "Okay, so I'll pay up. A bet's a bet."
"Damn straight," Dean grumbled, walking towards the coffee pot for the second time.
"So what was the piercer like?" Sam asked from behind him.
Dean cleared his throat as he poured coffee into his mug. "Professional."
He could feel Sam's eyes boring into the back of his head. "Oh yeah? Was it a girl?"
"No," Dean answered, pouring some sugar into his coffee.
"Was it a big sweaty biker dude?" he asked, laughing.
Dean turned around and leaned back against the edge of the counter, stirring his coffee. "No."
Sam's expression turned confused. "So..."
"Why does it matter?" Dean asked. "You thinkin' of goin' and gettin' one now?" He smirked at Sam.
Sam scoffed at him. "Uh... no."
"Well you should. The difference whackin' it?" He whistled. "Holy shit."
"Damn, Dean, you couldn't even wait twenty-four hours?" Sam shook his head amusedly. "No wonder it was so red. That shit's never gonna heal."
"Shut up," Dean muttered. "It's fine. I don't plan on doing it again for a while."
"Oh, so you just couldn't wait last night?" Sam teased. "Oh my god," he said suddenly. "You had the hots for the piercer, didn't you? TELL ME ABOUT THEM!"
Dean rolled his eyes. "It was a good-lookin' dude, alright? Christ." He looked down into his coffee mug for a moment before bringing it to his lips.
"You're fucking blushing!" Sam exclaimed, doubling over in laughter. "This is great. Did anything happen?"
"What do you mean 'did anything happen'? I told you, he's a professional!" Dean grumbled, cheeks burning.
"You are a horrible liar! Tell me."
Dean huffed a sigh, looking anywhere but at Sam's excited face. Finally he rolled his eyes, settling them on Sam. "I may have sucked his dick behind the building after closing..."
"Holy shit," Sam gasped before bursting out into laughter. "You are such a slut."
Dean tilted his head a bit, managing to produce a look of innocence and confusion. "So?"
Sam shook his head, his laughter dying down. "Man, you're gross. So did you get his number?"
"Hey, monogamy's not for everybody. Bitch." Although I would certainly consider it for a certain blue-eyed body piercer. "And yeah."
"Whatever jerk. Are you gonna text him?"
Dean grinned. "Of course." He lifted his mug to his lips again. "Thanks for making that bet with me, by the way."
A/N: I plan on a part 2, which will probably be just smut. So, if you liked it, please hit follow so you can be notified when it's posted!