Cas blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked around. Where was he? Why was he outside? His head was pounding. Memories flooded him, all of them blurry. Dean's kisses. Touching him, holding him, bringing him to climax. All that he had had to drink. The boy moaned and looked at his watch; it was five in the morning. He had time to get home. Dean's arms were still around his waist, though; for the first time in a long time, Cas felt safe. But he had to go home before his father discovered he wasn't there. "Dean, wake up." Fuck, his head really was killing him. A wave of nausea passed over him and he peeled Dean's arms from around him, stumbling to the nearest bush and throwing up into it.
A cool hand touched his back. "Let it all out," Dean's voice was in his ear, soothing him as he emptied the contents of his stomach into it. When he was done, Dean held him, running his hands along the man's waist. "Feel any better?" Cas groaned in response; Dean chuckled quietly. "You'll get used to it." His lips touched Castiel's neck and, despite how sick he felt, Cas felt himself harden. He shook his head gently and pulled himself from his friend's arms reluctantly. "I have to go home...I have..."
"Tell your dad you're going to the library to study or something next Saturday night. Big party; you should come." He grinned, his hands finding their way back to Castiel's hips. Cas snuggled back into Dean's arms, allowing himself a few more moments of pleasure.
"A...alright," he said, unsure of his own words. He wanted to see Dean again; he wanted to feel drunk and stupid and reckless; he wanted to kiss his best friend again, feel his frantic, sloppy hands over Cas' sweaty skin. He smiled and peeled away from the man. After a few moments of dressing himself, he took Dean's shirt and pulled it over his head. "So that I have a reason to come back," he teased, kissing Dean's cheek sweetly. The man chuckled and pulled on his pants.
"I don't need that anyway," he said, laughing more and zipping up his pants. "I'll drive you back." The two boys walked to the impala, not touching, just walking in the cool early morning air silently together. Two boys who had spent the night. Two boys who had shared secrets buried deeply within their skin. Two boys who had the world in their hands.
Neither of them said anything on the way home. At this point it was almost 6:00; Cas' father woke up every morning to go for a run at 6:30, so they had to hurry. They pulled up at a house about two blocks away and Dean turned to Cas. "I guess I'll see you on Monday, then," he said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Cas grinned and pulled him in for a long, slow kiss. "Yeah, you will," he said, amazed at his own bravery. He left the car before Dean could see the blush that was spreading over his face. He walked the rest of the way to his house as the sky turned pink, not able to focus on anything else but the taste of Dean's lips. As if in a dream, he snuck through the kitchen door, making his way up to the room he and Gabriel shared. His brother was sleeping, snoring away like it was his job. Castiel chuckled and shook his head, flopping back into his bed. His head was still pounding, but at least he didn't feel like throwing up anymore. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.
"CAS! WAKE UP!" It felt like he was on a rocky sea; Cas moaned and sat up slowly. So much for not feeling like puking up his guts. Gabe grinned and bounced around excitedly on the bed. His whole body felt like someone had sucker punched it; he pushed his brother away and rolled over onto his side. "Are you wearing Dean's shirt? What happened? What time did you get home? TELL ME!" Gabriel shook his brother, sending wave after wave of nausea through him.
"Jesus, cut it out," he groaned.
"Are you hungover?!"
"Yeah, so shut up."
Gabe laughed and clapped softly. "Oh man, you really do have to tell me everything."
Cas sat up, hugging his knees to his chest. "Alright, shut up for a second. We got to the house, had some whiskey, and Jo and Ash left us alone. I don't...I don't exactly remember how, but we ended up hooking up. I got home around six. Yes, this is Dean's shirt." He blushed. "He asked me to go to a party with him next weekend. Told me to tell Dad that I'm gonna go study at the library or something." Gabe's eyes shone with jealousy.
"Take me with you."
"What?"
Gabe clasped his hands together. "Please. I'm a senior and I've never had anything to drink! I'm a friggin' virgin. I can't go to college a virgin! Take me, please. Tell Dad you're helping me with a research project or something. Tell him we had to work with Chuck and we're sleeping at his house or something." Chuck was a friend of Gabriel's, and a weird kid at that. This was so unlike Gabe, to beg Castiel for anything.
He grinned and nodded. "Alright. Partying with my brother actually sounds kind of fun." Gabe lept off of the bed and pounded the air with his fist like he had just won the lottery. "Now, leave me alone so I can recover."
The rest of the week passed agonizingly slowly. Cas and Dean had a few classes together, and often they would smoke together on their lunch break, but they never talked about the night they shared. Cas was okay with that; if they had, he would admit to being in love with Dean. And he couldn't do that, because he knew better than anyone that Dean never entered relationships. Ever. So every time Castiel took a cigarette from Dean, he made sure that it was in his mouth before he could say something that would potentially ruin their friendship.
Finally, it was Friday. The next day was the party; it was at Lisa's house, a girl who had been chasing after Dean for a long time. Cas sighed as he walked out to meet Dean for a cigarette. "Hey buddy," his friend said, holding out a smoke for him. "Pumped for tomorrow?" He knew that Gabe wanted to come; he was actually excited that the senior would be there.
"Of course I am." Cas, a pro at this by now, took the lighter from between Dean's fingers and delicately placed the cigarette to his lips, lighting up and handing the lighter back to his friend.
"We have to get you your own lighter, man. And a pack."
"I know." He grinned and leaned against the school building, sucking in the nicotine, feeling it go down smoothly. He felt peaceful. For the first time in his life, he felt like he was free. He felt like he was being himself. He took a final drag after a long, comfortable silence, then flicked the cigarette away and looked over at Dean.
"Wanna skip class?" Dean asked him, flicking his own away. Cas had never skipped a class before; he rarely was even absent, and he had never been late.
"Sure." He grinned and shoved Dean playfully, who chuckled and pushed him back.
"Let's go back to my place. No one's there." He grinned and they walked around the building so that none of their teachers would see them. Dean dug the keys out of his pocket then turned on the car and looked over at Cas. Excitement shone clearly in his eyes and he drove away from the school. It didn't take long to get to Dean's house, and before Cas knew what was happening, Dean had knocked him onto the couch and was sitting on him. The look on his face was positively predatory. He leaned down and kissed the man under him for all he was worth, moving his way slowly down his neck and clavicle, ripping his shirt off. He was a predator, and Castiel was his prey. "Fuck, Cas, you're so hot," he moaned, nipping at his chest. Cas moaned and arched his back into the man's lips, gripping his hips. Dean's hands moved to his pants and he pulled them down, chucking them onto the floor.
"Fuck, Dean," he gasped, his mouth gaping open. Dean ripped off his own pants, leaving them both exposed. He wanted to feel Dean inside of him. "I want you to fuck me." The words left his lips before he could stop them. Dean didn't stop kissing his belly; he hardly reacted.
"Okay, baby. Okay," he said breathlessly, kissing his flushing lips. "Let...me go get...a condom..." Suddenly, the heat from Dean's body disappeared, leaving him there stark naked. Cas waited for him to return, stretched across the couch like a cat, his body exposed in a way he never thought he would enjoy. Seeing the look on Dean's face when he came back made the exposure worth it. Dean slipped the condom onto his dick and walked back over, kissing Cas' neck while he slathered lube onto himself. "I'll go slowly. This is your first time, right?" Cas gave a nervous nod of his head in response. "I'll go slowly."
Dean worked his fingers up inside Castiel's ass; he moaned. It felt like nothing he had ever experienced before. He threw his head back, giving Dean full control. Soon enough, he felt the fingers leave him. Dean lowered his body onto Cas', moaning softly as he placed kisses on the man's neck. "Tell me if I hurt you," he said quietly, pressing himself into Cas. It hurt; that was for sure. But it was a good kind of pain. He moaned lightly, and Dean bottomed out with one shove; Cas yelped, and Dean hushed him with a kiss. "I've got you baby, I've got you." He gently began pumping into him; it burned like fire, but it felt amazing. He moaned and arched his back, rocking his hips up to meet Dean. He began pumping faster, moaning loudly. "Fuck, Cas, I'm gonna-" With one final thrust, Dean filled the condom with come. Cas painted Dean's stomach with his own, moaning. Dean thrusted into him weakly until both of their orgasms subsided, then pulled out; Cas felt empty. Dean wrapped his arms around his friend and kissed the back of his neck, not yet ready to let go.
"If I knew this would come from skipping school," Cas said quietly, chuckling, "I would've done it a long time ago." He grinned and turned his head to kiss Dean. He wasn't sure what they were, but he sure was glad they were doing at least this much. Castiel turned his head so that Dean couldn't see the smile that passed over his face as they lay there together, naked, bodies intertwined, breathing in sync.
