Hello! So, a few things before you read the chapter:
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There is a time skip of about four months in this. I put them starting off around maybe September 7th or 8th and now it's December, right in time for Christmas! Woot!
There is sex in this chapter, and some homophobic slurs from some characters.
****In regards to number 3, I am not homophobic, nor will I ever be. I don't think I'd be writing gay smut if I was….but, even though it sucks, there are people like this in the world, and it isn't something that we can ignore. Which is why it's in the story.
Ok, I'm done. I hope everyone enjoys, but of course I won't know unless you leave a review! Lol. ENJOY!
Chapter 3
If four months ago someone had told Dean Winchester, King of One Night Stands, that he would be in a serious relationship he would have laughed in their face and told them to talk to the co-eds of Fordham University. Now? Now he knew that wasn't the case, because he was in a legitimate, committed relationship with another man.
Castiel was a chain smoking tattoo artist who had dropped out of college because it wasn't for him. He and Dean had been dating for a little over four months.
Currently he was lying on his back in the middle of his bed with Dean rocking on top of him. His boyfriend's hands were braced on his slim chest, and his were gripping Dean's hips tightly. He bit his lip softly as he pulled himself up to rest his torso on the other man's. Hands dug into Dean's back as they kissed and rocked together, eye locked, breaths mingling.
While Cas was occupied sucking and biting a hickey into existence on Dean's neck his boyfriend was spewing forth enough profanity to make a marble statue of the Virgin Mary start crying.
"Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck Cas. Yes!" His leaking cock was trapped between their stomachs and whenever one of them moved it sent delicious shivers up his spine. When Castiel took him in hand and deepened his thrusts Dean was almost done for. Clenching around his boyfriend Dean panted,
"Fuck me harder. Oh fuck Castiel." He obeyed, hitting Dean's sweet spot with vicious accuracy and tightening his grip on his cock. This went on for a few more minutes until Dean cried out a final time and came hard all over Cas' pumping hand and their stomachs.
The clenching of Dean's muscles around him made Castiel grip his hips even tighter and thrust into him even harder until he cried out, releasing himself inside of Dean. The sensation of being filled up made his boyfriend moan quietly and wrap his arms around Cas tighter.
The two had long since stopped using condoms, since they were both clean and seemed to be having so much sex that condoms and lube were taking a toll on them. Slowing their movements they were content to simply rest against each other as they basked in the aftermath of clearly mind-blowing sex.
After about five minutes Castiel grunted and lightly smacked Dean's thigh, signaling for him to move. Smiling the younger man pulled off and flopped down on his stomach next to his partner, sighing happily. Castiel looked down at him for a moment before jokingly saying,
"I honestly don't think all this sex is good for us. My dick might fall off." Dean scoffed before rolling onto his back and sniping,
"Yeah, well I don't see you refusing me when I come over." Drowsily trailing a hand down Dean's muscular chest Cas teased,
"Well, it's hard when you're just so good looking, you know?" Smirking lightly Dean pulled his partner down to his mouth to kiss him, arranging them so the smaller man was draped over his chest. Lightly tracing patterns on the skin where he knew Castiel's wings he listened quietly as the latter said,
"You spending the night?" Dean nodded before responding,
"Yeah. No class tomorrow. That's okay, right?" Cas answered by lightly nipping the skin above Dean's left nipple and kissing it softly to soothe the small ache. Pretend glaring up at the younger man he said quietly,
"You are always welcome to spend the night here Dean. You know that." Looking sheepish Dean replied,
"Yeah, well before this I had the habit of just skipping out whenever we finished. You know the saying." Shaking his head fondly Castiel said,
"Well, I suppose we'll have to work on that, won't we?" Smiling lightly Dean nodded and wrapped an arm around Cas' waist and tangled their legs together under the covers.
When Dean woke up the next morning he wasn't alarmed to find that the other side of the bed was empty. It had become a tradition when he slept over that they would alternate cooking breakfast for each other.
Yawning loudly he stretched before he pulled on a pair of drawstring pants and shuffled down the stairs. Castiel was standing in similar attire as his own, the full expanse of his tattoos available for Dean to see. He liked seeing Cas' tattoos. They were hot and when he walked over and wrapped his arms around him he pressed a small kiss to the Enochian symbol inked into the skin of his neck.
Cas sighed softly and wrapped one of his hands around Dean's while using the other to continue flipping pancakes. Resting his chin on the other's shoulder Dean looked out the kitchen window and said,
"Looks like rain." Castiel scoffed quietly before replying,
"More like snow. It's the middle of December." Humming softly Dean mumbled,
"Whatever the weather is, I'm glad I don't have class until tomorrow and then only another few days until winter break. I honestly don't feel like leaving this house." Castiel sent him a pointed glance over his shoulder and Dean yelped,
"Not just for sex! I meant that I'm lazy and I don't feel like going anywhere. Besides," he pulled Castiel tighter to his front and breathed hotly in his ear, "if I wanted to stay in bed all day I would just have to remind you of that whole weekend when Chuck was away and we didn't even bother getting dressed. And I fucked you against the counter right here. Did you ever mention that to him?" Cas whined and turned to kiss Dean, mumbling against his lips,
"You are insatiable. I just fucked you, what? Less than five hours ago? How are you ready to go again?" Chuckling softly Dean nuzzled Castiel's neck and joked,
"I'm only 22. Sorry that my sex drive has sputtered out yet, old man." Cas barked a laugh and snarked,
"'Sputtered out'? If I recall correctly you were the one begging me to fuck you harder last night." Dean simply hummed against his skin and rubbed his nose softly on it as he heard a shutter click.
He and Cas looked around to see Becky holding a Polaroid camera and waving around the picture to develop it. Chuck's girlfriend was…odd to say the least. She seemed to love the fact that the two men were gay. Cas simply smiled and waved at her, the expression growing when she squealed and skipped away. Dean shook his head and mumbled,
"She is so weird." Castiel shrugged and plated the pancakes before detangling Dean from him and walking to the table.
Dean's eyes practically rolled back in his head when he took the first bite; Cas made orgasmic breakfast food. His boyfriend rolled his own eyes and ate the food on his plate. Looking at his half eaten food Dean said,
"So…..Christmas?" Castiel finished chewing the food in his mouth before responding,
"Well, you're welcome here, you know that, but if you want you can do something with your friends instead." Dean scoffed and said sarcastically,
"Seriously? You think I'm going to turn down a whole two weeks of 'lazy stay in bed with my hot boyfriend' fun to drink shitty eggnog and keep on dodging kiss attempts from this girl who can't accept the fact that I'm gay? C'mon Cas, I thought you knew me better." Castiel stuck out his tongue and said quietly,
"Well, I just wanted to know. You know preparations and stuff." Dean rolled his eyes and when they finished eating Cas laid on the couch with Dean between his legs reading a book for one of his classes. He lightly carded his fingers through Dean's sandy hair as he absentmindedly watched the TV. Humming lightly Dean tilted his head back and breathed,
"You're distracting me Cas. I need to finish this chapter." Castiel nodded like he was listening but continued his motions anyway. He tilted Dean's head back further and nuzzled his cheek softly.
In the background Dean heard a shutter flicker again and groaned. Cas laughed quietly and rolled his eyes at his boyfriend.
They passed the next few hours in this fashion until Dean looked at his watch and sighed before mumbling,
"I've got to go. I have class and work tomorrow." Cas groaned and snuggled his face into Dean's shoulder more mumbling something that suspiciously sounded like a 'no'. Hooking his legs around Dean's hips he smiled against his neck and whispered,
"Nope. You're staying." Dean laughed and made no move to get up and Castiel made no move to let him. He had to eventually though, untangling himself from Cas and going up the stairs to collect his things.
When he walked back downstairs Cas hadn't moved from his spot, and when Dean went to kiss him he was pulled down on top of his boyfriend. They stayed like that for nearly ten minutes, enough to make their lips red and swollen and their cocks half hard in their pants.
When Dean pulled away Castiel used the hand not currently groping his boyfriend's ass to trace his face and whisper against his lips,
"Stay. Please." Dean smiled softly but shook his head, standing and adjusting himself in his pants before he walked to the foot.
When he let himself into the apartment he shared with his friend Gabriel he wasn't surprised to see the whole group of his friends hanging out in their living room. Azazel and his girlfriend, Ruby, were in the middle of what looked like a really intense make out session, but no one was really paying attention to them. Coming up for air the blonde girl took a look at him and said snarkily,
"Oh look everyone, Dean's back from his secret girlfriend's house. Finally." Dean smirked, but internally he was sad. The only two of his friends that would be cool with Castiel were Gabriel, a laid back pre-med student, and Crowley, a Scottish exchange student who was studying politics.
Sometimes Dean wondered why he was friends with the other four. Azazel, Ruby, Alastair, and Lilith were the first people he had befriended in Fordham, but they weren't like they were now back then.
The two men were cruel and physically abusive to people they didn't like, while their girlfriends handled the mental side of the battle.
The TV was spewing some random celebrity gossip crap when Ruby pointed and shrieked,
"Oh my God! I used to listen to his music all the time! He's…..he's a….. faggot." Dean looked up and saw a man on the screen with his arm wrapped around another man proclaiming their engagement. Lilith shuddered and said,
"It's disgusting. Why are they allowed to get married? They shouldn't even be allowed in public together." Alastair and Azazel shook their heads and muttered slurs under their breaths, Azazel going so far as to say,
"If I ever turned out to be gay I would probably walk out in front of a bus or something. It's so gross. How could someone live like that?" The other three nodded and they continued until Dean became physically sick listening to them. He rubbed his face and said harshly,
"Why the fuck do you care who they are in love with? Is it any of your goddamned business? No! So just leave it the fuck alone!" The four gave him weird looks before Alastair stood and pulled Lilith along to the door, Azazel and Ruby following, and said,
"We'll be back once Dean's finished his little bitch fit. Gabriel. Crowley." He nodded to the other two men in the apartment and the four left. Gabriel Crowley shot him looks but didn't push the subject, which he was thankful for. Picking up his bag he walked to his bedroom, and fell face first on the bed.
Why the fuck did this have to be so hard?
Ahahahah. Yeah, that was for you. Yes, you. I don't know if the warning earlier was appropriate, but I just wanted to be safe. Bashing someone's sexuality is a big thing, and not taken lightly.
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~Shannon
