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CHAPTER 3

The weeks went by, Castiel returned to having slow sex, and Dean tried, and occasionally succeeded, in getting him to be more aggressive. One thing he never complained about, though, were his blow-jobs. Dean would dream about them, waking up with his cock so hard it almost hurt. The slow sucking and licking, tongue swirling the head, then Cas taking him down as far as he could; he sometimes moaned to himself just thinking about it. One late evening he'd gone to see Cas with the sole purpose of getting a blow-job. Cas had been surprised to see him at the late hour but had asked him in. When Dean had finally managed to stutter out why he was there, Cas had smiled a cat-like smile, pushed Dean down on a chair and had started sucking him down. He had taken his time, first licking up and down the underside of Dean's cock, until Dean's legs had started twitching. Then he'd started sucking him ever so slowly, Dean gasping loudly when he finally got what he wanted. Castiel had taken him all the way down, his tongue pressed up against Dean. Dean had been ready in no time, but Cas had pulled back and pressed around the base of his cock, delaying his release. When Dean had calmed down he'd started again, this time going a little faster and Dean was by now moaning and gasping, profanity escaping his lips. It seemed to amuse Castiel; Dean could feel him smile around his cock, but he hadn't stopped and it wasn't long before Dean came deep in Cas' throat, almost screaming. Castiel had sent him on his way with a chaste kiss and a pat on the bum, the contrast to what he'd just done so stark it made Dean laugh all the way home.

They did talk when they met up. Castiel's family lived two hours away; he didn't see them much. He'd wanted to be a librarian since he was 18. His first job had been at his own school. He'd worked there for 7 years, then he'd moved to another town and had gotten a job at their university and after 3 years had finally ended up here at the beginning of the semester.

Dean couldn't help asking if he'd ever slept with a student at his previous work place. He hadn't. It wasn't a good idea to get mixed up with the students. Even if he wasn't a teacher, it still seemed to irk some people, that's why he and Dean would have to keep a low profile. Dean was ok with that. He wanted to focus on his studies and he was happy with just meeting up to have sex. Great sex, actually.

One evening, when Dean had been to the bar with his friends and was a little tipsy he'd gone to see Castiel. It was Friday night and Castiel was used to him dropping by. Dean always arrived late enough that people wouldn't see him. On a Friday night the place was pretty empty anyway. Dean had asked why he was always the girl.

They were lying on the bed, Castiel had taken Dean hard from behind, Dean screaming his release into the pillow, because in his slightly drunken state that's what Dean had wanted and if Castiel wanted him to shut up he would have had to comply.

"The girl?" Castiel had asked with a smile.

"Yeah, you know, I'm always the one to bottom."

Castiel had smiled even wider and had said he thought Dean liked that.

"Yeah, of course I do, but...you know...maybe I would like to be in charge once in a while."

"So you can take me hard and quick?" Cas had asked, grinning.

Dean smiled at the thought. "Yeah, exactly."

"I tell you what. When you're sober come and see me and we can do that" Castiel had said.

"Really?"

"Sure."

And Dean had. The very next day he was at Castiel's doorstep. The other students were still sleeping the night before off, and Dean had dragged a laughing Castiel into the bedroom and ripped his pyjamas off him. Then he stripped himself, pushed Castiel down on the bed and kissed him passionately while stroking him. It had only taken a few minutes, then they were both hard. Dean had crawled down Castiel's body and started to suck him. He had given Cas blow-jobs before but he wanted this to be special. Using Cas' tactics he sucked him off slowly, taking his time. Cas had moaned and whimpered, legs moving restlessly. "Oh, Dean", he had sighed. After a while Dean had found the lube and slicked up his cock.

Dean kissed Castiel again, slowly, then he lifted his legs up and took his knees over his shoulders. Castiel smiled; for all the 'in chargeness' he had in him he seemed to be looking forward to this. Dean pushed in slowly, Cas sighing deeply.

"Oh, God" Dean whispered. It had been a long timesince he last did this.

"Mmmmm.." Cas moaned, closing his eyes briefly, trying to relax.

When Dean was all the way in he started to move slowly. With Castiel's legs so high he hit the right spot from the beginning and it wasn't long before Castiel was sighing deeply and gasping.

He reached up and held on to the headboard, making Dean's hard thrusts hit him even harder. He was moaning loudly, and Dean was starting to get a little nervous that someone would hear him. But this was so fucking good that he really didn't care. He thrust hard and deep into Cas making him almost scream. He held on against the headboard, eyes making contact with Deans. Dean took him hard and quick like he'd said he would, Cas biting down on his lower lip so he wouldn't be heard. But he was clearly falling apart and soon he came between them without being touched at all, a glutteral sound in his throat as he tried not to scream. Dean finished seconds later.

Dean lived on that for days. By now, he had a catalogue of great sex scenes to chose from whenever he wanted to get himself in the mood. It was going towards Christmas and he wasn't looking forward to leaving Castiel. Nor, did it seem, was Castiel ready to let Dean go. Their meetings became more frequent; they had sex in the toilets of the library in the middle of the day, Dean came at all sorts of hours to knock on Castiel's door and one day Castiel had even shown up at Dean's place. They had very quiet sex that time. Dean didn't want the old lady to hear them, and he had been ready to punch Castiel because he was doing everything he knew Dean liked in an attempt to make him scream loud enough for the old lady to hear. They had moaned their orgasms into each others' mouths, Dean's legs hitched high and Castiel kneeling in front of him to get enough momentum behind his thrusts. Dean was beginning to worry about his sanity. It seemed his life consisted of sex, classes, papers and more sex. He still managed to do well in his classes, but he was beginning to wonder if he should maybe cut down on Castiel when he came back after Christmas. It would be his last semester and he wanted to finish with top grades. He wouldn't mention it to Castiel until he came back, though.

Dean went home for Christmas and even though he was happy to see his family, he still missed Castiel. He contemplated going back early so they would have some time together before classes started. Castiel was there for the whole holiday, he didn't care much for Christmas. Dean decided to go back two weeks before the semester started and Castiel was very happy to see him. The first night Dean was back he spent with Cas. They fucked on one of the kitchen chairs, Dean straddling Cas, his hands in his hair, and Cas' breath on his face. He felt a stab in his heart when he thought about the conversation he would have to have with Cas. But the problem suddenly solved itself.

"We've been seen by one of the professors", Cas told him a week before semester started. He looked worried.

"Seen? Doing what?" Dean asked.

"Nothing. Just walking" Castiel said. "But I was told we seemed very cozy and he asked if anything was going on between us."

Dean swallowed. "Is it bad?" he asked.

"No, not yet, but now that they are aware we need to be more careful. I think we shouldn't see each other so often. Just for a while", he continued quickly, "until I can convince them there's nothing going on."

Dean couldn't help smiling a little. "Are you going to convince them there's nothing going on while you still see me occasionally?" he asked.

"Well, that was my idea" Castiel said. "Are you angry?"

"Actually I've been wanting to talk to you about our time together. This is my last semester and I really want to do good..."

"I understand" Cas said. He didn't sound upset, but then it was his job on the line as well.

Dean soon left and they didn't plan to meet again the coming week. It was extremely hard for Dean. Not being with Castiel made him realize how much he liked him.

A couple of months later it was Spring break and Dean was going home to see his family. He and Castiel had only seen each other twice since the day they talked and they had had quick and needy sex, Castiel almost seeming nervous to be discovered, even though they were in his flat. Every time Dean was at the library it gave him a pain in the heart when he saw Cas. But it was important they weren't discovered so Dean stayed away.