This chapter's a bit shorter but I'll make it up in the next one. I was also meant to write a bit more plot... Kinkyness ensured instead. Uh Well. Whatever. Enjoy!

Fifteen

Cas picked up his phone as soon as his parents were firmly out the door.

He'd thought about moving out a couple of times recently; particularly when he wanted nothing more than to have Dean with him and the factor of his parents hindered the possibility. But staying here still had its benefits. He was managing to save money while he went to school, it was close to campus, and of course, Dean was always right next door.

Cas tapped his fingers swiftly against the touch screen, scrolling down to Dean's number and pressing the icon near Dean's picture. The image was of Dean and Cas' faces, they were pressed together, both smiling gleefully at the camera and the picture appeared to be one of complete innocence; only the two boys new that just beneath the lens frame Dean had his hand down Cas' pants, his fingers wrapped around Cas' cock as he firmly stroked him to completion.

Dean picked up after only two rings, "Hey sexy."

Cas rolled his eyes, "That's hardly an appropriate way to answer the phone Dean, what if it wasn't me?"

"Maybe I call everybody sexy, not just my sex god with perfect blue eyes and brilliant messy hair."

"Sweet talking me already, huh? You must be horny."

"Fuck of Cas," Dean said playfully.

"I'm home alone, if you're interested." Cas could hear Dean scrambling up from his bed before he even managed the end of his sentence.

"I'll be there in five," Dean said quickly before Cas once again heard the sound of the dial tone.

Cas was relatively sure that Mary and John had both been rather suspicious about the fact when Dean had suddenly became adamant that he spend so much time round at Cas'. Or that Cas come round to visit. Or that Cas just physically be wherever Dean was. But the novelty of the notion had soon worn off and both adults had taken it into their stride that the two boys had simply rekindled their old friendship.

It had become completely normal for Dean to announce that he was leaving to go stay at Cas' for the night, so it was simple for him to walk out his front door some time after dark and for no one to see him again till well after sunrise.

Dean let himself in, wandered into the living room when he could hear the distinct tone's of the television and plopped himself easily along the couch next to Cas. He leaned up to place his lips firmly over Cas' before comfortably placing his head in Cas' lap to turn and watch the screen.

Cas ran his fingers through Dean's hair, a pinch forming at his brow when Dean shifted unnaturally beneath his touch.

"What's wrong?" Cas looked down, shifting Dean's hair and noticing a rather prominent bruise that had formed near his temple. "What the hell happened Dean?"

Dean shrugged, "Got into a fight with some dick. He came off second best."

Cas ignored the smugness in Dean's tone, "Why were you fighting?"

"Cause people are dicks."

Cas rolled his eyes, "Oh, very mature."

"You know how high school is Cas."

"Yes, as I recall I was generally the one who people wanted to punch."

Dean snuggled himself further into Cas' lap as Cas resumed stroking through his hair, "Why would anyone ever have wanted to hurt you? You're perfect."

Cas laughed softly, "I believe the term was 'too smart for my own good'." Cas sighed, "You should at least try to keep out of trouble Dean."

"It's not like I go looking for trouble Cas, I'm just like some kind of magnet or something."

Cas snorted, "Trouble magnet, right."

Instead of telling him to shut up, Dean pointedly rubbed his nose into Cas' crotch which basically achieved the same result. Cas took a deep breath as Dean nuzzled against him again, easily gaining the attention of his confined cock as he lightly mouthed against the material.

"You should be wearing fewer clothes," Dean stated.

"You should try and learn to be more subtle at changing the subject."

Dean huffed a laugh, and moved himself up to press his lips back to Cas', "Actually I had something to show you." Cas furrowed his brow in confusion, even more so when Dean's cheeks started to burn red. "It's maybe kinda strange. But I thought it would be cool."

Dean pulled himself up out of Cas' arms and stood between his legs. Cas raised an eyebrow, "Strange for us?"

"Just, don't laugh, 'kay?"

Cas nodded as Dean unbuckled his belt, unlatching the strip of leather and throwing it on the couch. He paused before reaching back to the front of his jeans. Cas lightly put a hand on either side of Dean's waist and the pressure gave him enough reassurance to continue.

Dean managed to drag his zip half way down before Cas caught his wrist, his blue eyes nearly disappearing as they blew black and his tone turned ragged, "Dean, are you wearing -,"

"It's too weird right? You don't like it. I'll go take them off."

Cas caught Dean sharply and held him still, his eyes trained firmly on the silk that had been hidden beneath his jeans, "You're wearing panties."

Dean shrugged his shoulders and mumbled something unintelligibly.

Cas ignored him as he finished unfastening Dean's jeans and pulled the tight denim down his legs. The sight he was left with was spectacular. A thin pair of light blue panties were slung low across Dean's hips, the edges were trimmed with lace and the skimpy materiel could barely contain all of him. A wet patch was beginning to form at the front as Dean's cock hardened under Cas' scrutinizing attention.

Cas leaned forward from his position on the couch and lightly rubbed his mouth along the outline of Dean's covered cock, the silk caught against the roughness of his cheek as he moved and he heard Dean's breath catch at the sensation.

"So, you like?"

Cas moaned deep within his throat, "How are you even real Dean Winchester?"

Dean grinned as Cas sat heavily back against his seat, pulling Dean down on top of him so the boy was straddling his waist. He leaned up to seal their mouths together, Dean hungrily lapping into him as he rocked his hips down into Cas' own.

Cas reached a hand around and grasped firmly at Dean's thinly covered ass. He squeezed at the muscle and pulled Dean firmly against him, a groan tearing from Dean's lips at the movement.

Cas picked Dean up rather roughly, twisting their bodies around so Dean was laid out on the couch underneath him. Cas gazed down at the boy beneath him, smiling as Dean grinned up at him shyly.

Cas pressed his lips to the juncture of Dean's neck, mouthing at the skin before bighting down. Dean whined beneath him, leaning up into the sensation and fisting a hand into Cas' hair attempting to get him to repeat his motion.

Cas smirked into Dean's skin, shucking his t shirt up under his arms and out of the way before slowly working his mouth down the length of Dean's torso. He lapped at him, nipped at him, lavished Dean's skin in the all the places he knew Dean loved. Dean scrabbled for purchase against Cas' back, trying not to lose himself completely as Cas teased his way down his front.

Dean's back arched completely off the couch when Cas sucked at a nipple. Cas kept him raised as he held him close, swirling his tongue around the hardening nub and nibbling at it softly, drawing a whimper from Dean's mouth.

Cas exhaled deeply when he made it past Dean's navel, licking a long stripe down from his belly button and easily causing his tongue to disappear beneath the blue silk still adorning Dean's waist. Cas had to wrap his fingers around Dean's hips and pin him to the couch to ensure Dean didn't violently buck up against him.

"Cas."

"Dean."

"Please."

"Please what?" Cas murmured against Dean's skin. He trailed his fingers lightly around the skimpy waistband, teasing his digits around, dipping them just below before drawing them back out again.

"Blow me?" When Dean asked his voice was already wrecked, as if they'd been at this for hours instead of minutes.

Cas merely hummed in response. Leaning further down and rubbing his nose along the hard line of Dean's covered cock. He kissed at the tip through the material, sucked the head in and mouthed at the spot till it was completely soaked through.

Cas wrapped his lips more securely around Dean's shaft, still refusing to push aside the materiel, and took him further in.

Cas could hear Dean's breath hitching in his throat, his hips attempting to dislodge Cas' firm grip as he wanted to buck up into the searing heat above him.

Cas worked at him over the material, taking his time. He pulled the garment to the side underneath Dean's ass, shifting his hand under him and trailing his fingers teasingly up towards his hole. Dean ground down against Cas' digits when the angle was right, attempting to force them inside with nothing to ease the way.

Cas continued to tease at him, mouth and fingers combined, as Dean switched between rutting up past his lips and down against his hand.

Cas eventually grew impatient with the hindrance of the material, he dragged it roughly to the side and sunk down to engulf Dean in one movement.

Dean groaned loudly at the sudden onslaught, his cock twitching against Cas' tongue and edging towards the back of his throat as Cas took him deep. Cas hollowed his cheeks, sucking his way up and down Dean's length, managing to sink lower every time he went back down, pushing up against Dean's ass to try and press him further into his mouth.

Dean was seeing stars as he felt Cas' throat convulse around him. The overly tight heat of his throat, mixed with his skilled tongue and combined with the fingers still pressing around his hole had Dean climaxing with a scream past Cas' lips.

Dean resolutely kept his eyes open so he could watch Cas' wide stretched lips continue to suck him down as he spilt his seed. Cas only missed a trickle of the milky substance, the stark colour trailing down his chin and staining boldly against the silk.

Cas pulled off him with a grin, his hands soothing down Dean's shaky thighs as the boy took the time to regulate his breathing.

Dean nodded towards Cas' crotch where he was sporting his own very obvious hard on but Cas just shook his head, "Later."

Cas pulled Dean around so he could lie against him, his slim arms hooking around Cas' waist as Cas gently pressed their lips together. He dragged the blanket that was hanging over the back of the couch over the both of them.

"Good investment then." Dean said, as he unhooked the completely soiled garment from around his hips and tossed it away onto the floor.

Cas snorted, "Suppose you could say that."

Dean snuggled deeper into his side, pulling the blanket tighter around them, "Good. Cause I brought, like, three other pairs."

Cas laughed, pulling Dean tight against him and pressing his lips back into his hair, "Fuck, you're amazing."

-/-

It'd been over a year since they'd first fallen tangled together on Dean's bed. Cas couldn't believe it had been that long; probably because life with Dean could never be contributed to anything even resembling boring.

Every day was different. Whether they fucked each other senseless, or languidly kissed late into the night, even just speaking on the phone, texting. It was always enough.

They understood each other. Sometimes Dean could read him so well it freaked Cas out; and he knew he occasionally did the same thing in return to the younger boy. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they'd practically grown up together, but they just managed to fit.

They connected in ways other people just didn't. It was strange, for sure, but it was also brilliant.

Cas was watching as Dean grew up, he always had, and at points he'd get that niggling fear in the back of his mind that Dean was going to wake up one day and realize how much better he could do than Cas. Cas wanted Dean in ways that he couldn't even explain to himself, he knew he always would, and he'd just have to hope that Dean would always feel the same.

Over time he'd learn that he had nothing to fear.

Maybe they were soul mates, or something equivalent. Cas figured they could have been destined to cross each other's paths and never turn back. He never voiced those opinions to Dean; he knew the younger boy would tell him he'd been reading too much, and maybe he would be right.

If anyone ever asked him to explain himself and Dean, not that anyone knew about them, Cas knew he wouldn't be able to. Most people would still be repulsed by the idea of them, call him disgusting and manipulative while it would be said Dean was naïve and taken advantage of.

But they didn't need to explain it to anyone, not even themselves, they just knew. They didn't need words or recurrences, it was what it was, and it was just simply – right.

-/-

Cas' phone was bleeping incessantly when he walked out of the shower. He picked up the slim device as he secured a towel around his waist, a grin lighting his face as Dean's name blinked up at him from the screen.

D – School is boring

D – Can we go out tonight?

D – Caaaas entertain me

D – I miss you

D – What are you doing?

Cas chuckled at the five new messages, dropped the t shirt he was about to pull over his head and seated himself on the edge of his bed instead.

C – Where would you like to go?

D – Anywhere. Movies, food, your place. Are your parents home?

C – It'll just be the two of us baby boy

D – Need you to fuck me

C – Slut

D – Only for you

Cas pulled himself further up onto his bed, resting his back against the headboard.

C – You alone?

D – In class

C – We've spoken about this Dean. How am I supposed to entertain you when you're surrounded by people?

D – Won't let anyone notice I'm hard

D – Promise

Cas sighed back into his pillows. He could practically hear Dean's words as if he was curled right beside him, leaning up and whispering in that sullen tone he knew always made Cas cave. He could never deny Dean anything. He knew it, Dean knew it, but his ego always at least wanted him to try.

C – I find it unfair that I'm naked, in my bed, and you aren't here to help me please myself.

D – Rather be there

D – Fuck Cas, you naked?

D – Want to be there with you

D – Once we're done you get dressed and you come pick me up yeah?

C – Of course Dean. How else am I meant to see you come all over yourself like some needy whore

D – Maybe this was a bad idea

C – Why? You not able to control yourself in front of all your classmates? They going to realize how needy you are for my cock as you blatantly ignore the lesson taking place in front of you. I can just picture you Dean; your hand curling beneath the table out of sight, probably even underneath your waistband, fisting around the base of your cock so you don't come on the spot. Having to bite at your lips so your moans don't fall free

D – Cas. I need it.

C – My cock? Of course you do. You feel empty without it, need it filling you up, making you whole. You'll need to beg for it Dean. Later.

Cas unwrapped the towel from around his waist, glancing down at his hardening cock. He fisted it in one hand, keeping his other with a tight grip on his phone.

C – I'm already hard Dean. Thinking about you. Specifically how I'm going to open you up tonight. Slowly. With my tongue.

D – Fuck Cas

C – Be a good boy and pay attention in class Dean, then maybe. Or else I'll have to punish you. Again.

D – You don't play fair

C – I learnt that from you

C – Are you hard Dean? I'm leaking. My cock aching. Fuck. You have no idea how much I crave to be inside you. Have you ride me. You haven't done that in a while, been too busy allowing me to fuck you into the mattress.

D – I'll ride you tonight. And the only prep I want is you eating me out.

C – Imagine it Dean. My tongue in your greedy ass. Being pulled in by your clenching hole.

No reply came for the next few minutes and Cas lay aside his mobile, continuing to stroke himself. He smeared around his pre-cum that was steadily dripping, rubbing it smoothly down and over the length of his shaft and over the tops of his balls. He wrapped his fingers around himself tightly, imagining that it was Dean's grip on him, Dean who was sinking down to engulf him.

Cas looked across in surprise when AC/DC started blaring out of his phone signalling that Dean was calling him, Cas swiped to answer, somewhat confused, "Dean?"

"Really bad idea Cas," Dean's voice was the few decibels deeper it got when he was close to losing it, his breath ragged.

"Where are you?"

"Bathroom."

"Dean," Cas began to scold.

"Couldn't wait Cas, needed to hear your voice. You sound so good when you're close."

Cas glared down at his cock as it gave an eager twitch at the fact that Dean was locked in a public bathroom on school property probably about to come in his pants.
The thought should not turn him on as much as it did.

"You shouldn't -"

"Too bad, I am. Now come on, what were you saying about your tongue in my ass?"

"Tonight I guarantee it." Cas began trailing his fingers back over his cock, "Right now I want you to tell me how hard you are?"

Cas heard Dean exhale heavily, "So hard Cas. It almost hurts. I can feel my cock straining against my pants."

"Take it out."

Cas heard Dean shuffling with his phone on the other end of the line, clearly following Cas' command.

"Are you wet Dean, leaking?" Dean merely groaned in response. "Jack yourself, slowly." Cas knew Dean was doing as he was told as he heard the tell-tale sigh fall from Dean's lips when he started to get the friction that he craved. "Is it turning you on Dean that anyone could walk in on you right now? You could get caught by anyone, the breathy moans falling from your lips, the hard cock in your hand, my name on your tongue."

"God, fuck, Cas." Cas heard a thump and surmised that Dean had leaned heavily back against one of the cubicle walls. "Are you – you -"

"So close Dean, you have no idea." Cas picked up his pace as he spoke, stroking himself firmly, adding a twist at the end as he heard Dean try and keep the noise under control. "I want you to come Dean. Come so hard you paint the fucking walls. I need you to come for me baby."

Dean had to bite at his tongue as his release tore through him, he wanted to howl Cas' name to the heaven's and had to settle for breathing it softly down the line into Cas' ear.

The cleanliness of Cas' shower was washed away as he came over himself, covering his hand as well as his stomach and now softening cock. He reached for the edge of his fallen towel to wipe himself up.

"You still standing over there?" Cas asked, humour in his tone as he heard Dean chuckle weakly.

Cas heard the tolling of the bell on Dean's end, and the evident smile in Dean's tone as he mumbled breathlessly, "School's out."

Cas grinned, "I'm on my way."