Castiel stares at the door, swearing it's darker and heavier than when he saw it last. He twists the knob and pushes it open as his watch reads 2:00, having waited until the last second to go in. He had been putting off thinking about this moment, worried that if he thought about it too much, he would break down again.

Instead, he chose to bury it, pretending that it wasn't going to happen; maybe that it was just a bad dream. Spending time with Dean helped him to forget. They spent a lot of time in the last week getting to know each other and it was a great distraction.

Not only is Dean incredibly good looking, he's also a genuinely nice guy. He knew that what Castiel was going through when they met was difficult, and he didn't bring it up once; he just told Castiel that if he ever needed to talk, he would be there.

But Dean could only distract him for so long. Now, as he steps inside, his stomach is knotting up, having no idea what to expect.

"Castiel! Right on time, I like that." Professor Roman waves him over with a wide smile. He's sorting papers into several stacks, only looking up for a moment. "Lock the door."

Castiel nods and forces a small smile to be polite as he hesitantly moves closer, stopping at the front table to set his book down.

"This semester, you will be responsible for all assignments from collecting, to grading and cataloging. I will be checking your work, but this will by far be the most tedious of your tasks for the semester."

Castiel stares at him, not expecting the perfectly professional conversation about his aide duties. He shrugs it off, not wanting to ruin the mood, enjoying the relief while it lasts.

"I know you have a full schedule, so I won't be taking up too much of your time with boring work. I may ask you for additional work with lesson planning and a few smaller things, but there's not much else you'll be responsible for as of now."

Castiel nods, "Thank you, I'll do my best."

The Professor hands Castiel a stack of papers. "These are the outlines for the semester, if you'd pass those out once everyone arrives."

"Of course." Castiel takes the stack and sets them on the table with his book.

"In the mean time..." He smiles, walking up behind Castiel while he is distracted. His hands move to the student's hips quickly, his lips on the back of his neck. "We've got about a half an hour."

Castiel's stomach knots up as he feels the Professor press against him from behind, his hands immediately clutching the table hard enough to make his knuckles white. He doesn't say anything and he doesn't move, not only unsure of what is expected of him, but embarrassed to do anything.

"Don't worry, Castiel. Half an hour isn't enough time to do much." His lips move against Castiel's ear as he slips his hand into the student's pants, eliciting a sharp gasp. His fingers stays outside of Castiel's briefs, rubbing through the fabric just lightly enough to make the boy squirm against him.

"You have no idea how hard it was to prep this last week, thinking about seeing you today." He times the flexing of his fingers with the movement of his hips, sending Castiel into an involuntary rhythm of back and forth with little room between the Professor and the table. "I can't wait to have you completely bare and begging for me."

Castiel bites his lip for fear of making any sound. His face is red and he's ashamed because his body is responding to the Professor's touches and words, though he will never admit it. No one has ever touched him or spoken to him in such a way and even though he hates it and he wants to run away, his body is betraying his feelings.

Castiel can feel the hardness rubbing against his back side and he can't quite catch the startled sound before it slips from his lips. He hears the Professor groan against his neck as he feels a hand on his back, gently pushing, bending him over.

It takes him no time to bury his face in his arm, embarrassed of the way he isn't able to control his body. He barely notices when his hips are pulled back and his legs are kicked slightly wider apart because all he can feel is the Professor's hand slipping inside of his briefs. The direct contact of skin on skin has Castiel biting his arm to keep quiet.

Professor Roman laughs a little as he watches from above, his other hand on Castiel's hip, guiding them in their rocking motion. "You don't have to hold it in. This is an old building, it's well insulated. Make all the noise you want."

As if on command, Castiel lets out a salacious moan, obvious even through the layers of clothing between his teeth. He keeps his face buried while the Professor whispers in his ear as he pulls his hand away. "Go get cleaned up. Leave the door open and be back before class starts."

Castiel takes a moment, letting the Professor back away before standing and adjusting himself. He takes a small look back, face on fire at the sight of his teacher wiping his hand on a tissue, grinning from ear to ear. Without another thought he headed for the door, trying his best to not stumble.

In the restroom, Castiel considers going back to his room and locking the door. He knows that he can't do that, that he needs the class, so it really isn't an option, but thinking about it makes him feel better.

When he looks in the mirror, his lips are red from where he'd been biting them and his cheeks are still stained pink. His chest rises and falls heavily, his mind still reeling. He's still flustered by the way he'd reacted, hesitant to admit to himself that he didn't hate it.

When the Professor initially pressed against him, insinuating that they should start a physical relationship, Castiel's first concern was of the older man physically harming him. He's never been in a fight and wasn't sure he would be able to defend himself properly.

His second reaction was just plain nervousness at the thought of being touched intimately by anyone. He's not ashamed to be a virgin at his age, but when he's approached so obviously by someone that very well knows how to push all of the right buttons, he feels like an inexperienced child.

It took him a long time to come to terms with being gay, and even though he feels that God will accept him if he asks to be forgiven, he's yet to have the courage to act on his feelings. He was raised to believe that homosexuality is one of the worst sins, a point that was emphasized when his brother Gabriel came out just after he left for college.

Castiel almost wishes that the Professor hadn't been so nice to him, then he wouldn't have to deal with the guilt of knowing that he'd sort of liked it. He dabs a cold, wet paper towel on his face before heading back to class.

Sitting in his seat, he tries to focus, not sure how he will get through the entire class with Professor Roman's eyes burning holes through him. He's doing his best to focus on what's being said, but every now and again the teacher looks at him in just such a way and he's sure even his ears are blushing.

He sighs heavily when time is finally up. As the other students start to file out, he's called to the front. They talk about upcoming assignments and paperwork until everyone has finally gone. "Can I ask you a question?"

He nods, "Of course, Professor." Holding still as the older man leans against the desk in front of him, motioning with his finger for Castiel to scoot in.

"Please, call me Richard." With his fingers resting just inside the hem of his student's pants, he asks, "Are you a virgin?"

Castiel nods again, looking off to the side in an attempt to distance himself. His attempt is thwarted when the Professor's hand moves to his cheek, forcing his eye forward. He's pulled gently forward and finds himself putting up little resistance as their faces get closer.

When the quick kiss ends, he is held in place. "We'll go slow, okay?"

Castiel doesn't know what to say as he looks into surprisingly soft eyes.

"You should get going. I'm sure you have a lot of work to get done." He leans in again, planting a small kiss on his student before he even knows it's coming.

Castiel pulls back before he has a chance to change his mind, heading for door immediately. The entire way back to his dorm room, he's wondering why the Professor, Richard he reminds himself, is being so gentle with him. Given the situation they are in, he could do anything that he wanted and Castiel would most certainly allow it.

As he flops down on his bed, slipping his shoes of, there is a knock at the door. His first instinct is that it's Richard, deciding that he doesn't want to wait after all. "Hey, you home yet?"

Castiel breathes a sigh of relief as he hears Dean's voice. "Yeah, just a sec." Ridding himself of his other shoe, he lets Dean in.

"So, first day, huh?" Dean makes a face, sticking out his tongue and Castiel can't help but laugh.

"Yeah, it's always the best." He makes his way back to the bed, flopping on his side dramatically.

They sit and talk for a while, consider going out, but settle on ordering Chinese food because delivery is way easier than getting up and driving somewhere.

"So, what's on your mind?" Dean asks out of the blue as he finishes his rice, grabbing a beer from the fridge.

Castiel is caught off guard by the question. "Um, nothing. Why do you ask?"

"Because every time I look away you stare at me." When he doesn't reply, Dean takes a drink and continues, inching forward "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've got a thing for me." He smiles playfully, enjoying Castiel turning red.

When Castiel doesn't reply, Dean takes it upon himself to get things started, closing the gap between the two of them, lips almost touching, but waiting for Castiel's permission.

Castiel's heart is racing as Dean enters his personal space. There's no denying that he finds Dean extremely attractive and at this distance, the musk of Dean's cologne is making his head spin. It's enough to make him forget his problems with Professor Roman temporarily. He takes a breath before slowly closing the distance between them.

Castiel's full lips and hesitant hands are doing a number on Dean's self control. His fingers trace the back on Cas's neck, gently guiding the two of them closer as the kiss intensifies.

Castiel sighs at the feel of light stubble against his cheek, but freezes when Dean pulls them closer together. "Wait. Dean, wait..." His words are breathy and he can feel Dean groan against his lips as he pulls back.

"What's wrong?" Dean really hoped that Cas wasn't having second thoughts because that was one of the hottest kisses he'd had in a long time.

"I like you a lot, Dean, but... It's complicated." He looks down to his lap, apologetic for stopping.

"How do you mean?" Dean is trying his best to be understanding, but his brain is a little foggy and all he wants to do is go back to kissing.

"It's just... I really need to focus on my school work." He feels bad for stretching the truth, but doesn't want to risk having to explain his situation. "I don't have time for a relationship right now."

Dean nods, understanding that he's a very dedicated student. "Well, it doesn't have to be a relationship, per se. I'm okay keeping it casual if you are."

Castiel is torn between his attraction to Dean and worrying about the ramifications of Professor Roman finding out. He's also not sure he's ready to go from virgin to hooking up with two different guys at once. But he would definitely rather experience his firsts with Dean...

"Okay." He speaks quietly, smiling a little as he moves back in, closing the gap again. "But you should probably know that I'm a virgin..."

"Oh, god... You're gonna kill me." Dean almost growls as he laughs, leaning Castiel back on the bed, taking position above him. "You're so hot..."

Castiel lets Dean rest above him, enjoying the feel of the rough hands against the smooth skin of his hips. Before he knows it, his mind is completely shut off, his body taking over and for the first time since the semester started he feels completely at ease.

- TBC -