CHAPTER 4
"So what did you do today, honey?" They were sitting around the dinner table and Dean's mother wanted to know what her eldest son was up to.
"Well, I went to school," Dean said.
"Very nice," his mother said with mock appreciation. "What did you do after school. You didn't come home straight away."
"I went to a friend's house."
"A friend? Do we know this friend?"
"No, he's a new friend."
"Oh, that's good" his mother said. She sounded relieved. She had met one of the other mothers in town and had been told about Dean's interest in Ariana. She had been worried he had been at her house. And that just wouldn't do. Two teenagers alone...
After dinner, Dean went to his room to do his homework. He was thinking how strange it was that his priorities had changed so quickly. Only a few days ago he would have been ecstatic to be with Ariana but now all he could think about was Cas. And he wanted Cas so much more than Ariana. He stopped writing for a moment to remember the feel of Cas' body against his. He had been warm and heavy and Dean wished he'd had more presence of mind to explore his body but he was so caught up in the kiss it was all he had thought about.
The thing with girls is, they don't want to have sex right away. They want to be sure the guy is serious and it's a big deal for them. Dean completely understood. But it was different with guys. Apparently. Dean could have had sex today, if he'd wanted to. The thought suddenly dawned on him. He had had girlfriends before but they hadn't been willing to sleep with him; they were really too young for that, anyway, Dean thought. But Cas was willing and interested. Dean wondered how many times Cas had had sex. And with whom? And how many different people? His thoughts were spinning out of control and he reluctantly brought them back to his homework, forcing himself to concentrate. He would have plenty of time to think later.
When he'd finished his homework, he went downstairs to watch a program about cars. It lasted about an hour and then he kissed his mother good night.
"You're going to bed?" she asked surprised. "It's not even ten yet."
"It's a couple of minutes to ten," Dean said. He usually went to bed just after ten so there was nothing strange about it.
"Alright. Sweet dreams," she said.
Dean went downstairs to the basement where his father was tinkering with something. He was always fixing things and putting things together.
"Good night Dad," Dean said.
"Oh, good night Dean."
Dean went to his room and brushed his teeth, then he found a pair of striped pajama bottoms and jumped into bed. Striped like Cas' bedspread. Dean wondered if Cas was in bed right now. What was he wearing? He smiled to himself. He was turning into such a girl. Then it struck him that if he was to have sex with Cas, one of them would have to be the girl. Well, to receive. And when sex involved two men, then...This was ridiculous! His thoughts were completely screwed up. He wished he had Cas' phone number, then he could text him and get some sort of reassurance. He would ask for it tomorrow. It was strange they hadn't thought of it today.
When Dean woke up Friday morning he was awake immediately. He usually took a few minutes 'on the other side' before he got out of bed, but today was different. He jumped out of bed and went into his bathroom. He was lucky enough hat his bedroom had an en-suite bathroom. That meant he didn't have to fight with Sam over who got to shower first. He turned on the water and stood there for a moment, relaxing. Then he soaped up and used the lather to wank himself off. When he reached release he groaned to himself. Yesterday he hadn't done anything to his erection and it was great to finally get that release.
He found a light blue t-shirt that had some writing on it in grey and red and a pair of blue jeans. He decided to wear his new black Converse. They were still a bit stiff in the heel because he hadn't worn them that much. He walked to school and met Stan on the way.
"Deano," Stan said. "Guess what."
"What?" Dean asked. He really couldn't think what he had to guess.
"You know that girl I met at the party, Helen, well she managed to get my number off one of the kids at her school who knew Sharon's brother who then asked Sharon for it."
Dean looked at him. "Yeah, like I was going to guess that," he said.
"Come on Dean, a girl asked for my number. Not only that, she set a whole chain of asking in motion to get it. I think she really likes me." He gave Dean a big smile.
"Well, of course she likes you. You're a great guy," Dean said, smiling back at Stan.
"I don't know if you're serious or mocking me," Stan said, looking a little perturbed.
"Seriously," Dean said. "You are a great guy and I'm happy for you, Stan."
"Thanks," Stan said, smiling again. "So what about you and Ariana? I thought you wanted to get together with her."
Dean thought for a moment. He really didn't want to tell Stan about Cas; not just yet, anyway.
"Um... I think I'll wait a while and see where it goes," he said.
"Where it goes?" Stan asked. "It goes in the direction of you getting together with her. Sharon told me she's totally in to you."
"Well, now that I'm working at Bobby's I'm not sure if I have time for a girlfriend," Dean said, trying to end the conversation.
Stan gave him a strange look. "Have you lost your mind? Girls dig guys with jobs. It means they can afford to take them out and buy them presents. Oh, man, I need to beg my parents to let me have a job. If Helen finds out I'm a complete looser, she'll break up with me."
"I didn't realize you were already together," Dean said.
"Shut up," Stan said. "It's only a matter of time."
"So she hasn't actually called you yet?"
"No, but she will."
"Maybe she just wanted your number so she can tell you she has just found out she has some sort of disease and you should get tested," Dean said heartlessly.
"What! I can't believe you said that!" poor Stan said.
"Sorry," Dean laughed.
"Yeah, you're a great friend," Stan said, hurt.
By the time they reached school, they'd made up, though they hadn't fallen out seriously. Stan really was a great guy and he understood a joke, even when he was at the butt of it.
Now, if Dean could just get through the day without bumping into Ariana...
He wasn't so lucky, though. During lunch she found him in the cafeteria.
"Hi, Dean," she said and sat down opposite him.
"Hi, Ariana."
"So, how have you been?"
"Fine. How have you been?"
"Good, but I really didn't come here to ask about your health," she said, stiffly.
"Oh, what then?"
"Well, since you seem to be so shy about asking me out I thought I would ask you out. I mean, our society accepts that women ask men out, so, what do you say?"
She looked at him with big expectant eyes. She didn't want to hear a no, that was certain. Dean shifted on his chair. He was trying desperately to think of a way to get out of this.
"Umm...well, I sort of have plans this weekend," he said. He yelled at himself on the inside. He needed to get rid of her somehow.
"Alright, then what about next week?"
The kids sitting nearby were listening all they could and Stan was next to Dean nudging him with his leg, trying to get him to say yes.
"Alright," Dean said meekly. He didn't have the heart to turn her down in front of everybody.
"Great!" she said. "I'll think of something we can do and let you know," then she disappeared.
"Finally!" Stan said. "I thought you would never say yes."
Dean didn't say anything. He was angry and felt pushed into going on a date with her. Maybe he could find her next week when she was alone and tell her he wasn't interested. He quickly went to his next class, history, and tried to concentrate. When the bell rang after the last class he hurried to the music store, where Cas was waiting for him. When Dean saw him he felt butterflies in his stomach. After the terrible day he'd had with Ariana he was happy to look into those blue eyes and see a soft friendly smile.
"Hey," Cas said, smiling at him.
"Hi," Dean said. "Are we going to your place?"
"Yup."
Dean gave a sigh of relief. He knew what was waiting for him. Time alone with Cas on his bed. That was exactly what he needed right now.
Cas went and got a couple of sodas and some chips in the kitchen. Then they went upstairs. The food remained untouched on the desk for a while. Dean, to Cas' pleasant surprise, had pulled Cas down on the bed and was kissing him like he hadn't seen him in a week. Dean was on top but he wasn't entirely happy. He flipped them over so they were lying like the day before and Cas got the hint. He started to rub against Dean, and kissed down his neck. Dean sighed. Cas lifted his head and with a smile he asked "Bad day?"
"Yes," Dean said simply.
"Poor you," Cas said, then kissed him deeply, bucking into Dean's groin forcefully. Dean was already half hard and this time he willed his erection on. They went on for a while and Dean could feel Cas was getting hard too. Dean was stroking Cas' back under his t-shirt and Cas was kissing every part of Dean he could reach without moving away from him. They were both getting very excited and were breathing heavily.
"Cas," Dean whispered.
"Mmmm..?"
"I want to do more."
Cas looked at him. "How much more?" he asked.
Dean didn't know how to phrase it. He had never asked for sexual favours before.
"I want to...do something about...this," he gestured to his groin.
Cas smiled at his shyness.
"You want me to suck you off?" he whispered.
That was a little more than Dean had imagined.
"Um, not quite," he said, blushing a little.
"Oh, you want me to give you a hand job," Cas said.
Dean nodded "Mhmm."
Cas smiled again and got off Dean a little. Then he reached down and put his hand on Dean's cock, squeezing a little.
"Aaah," Dean moaned, his head going back and his eyes shutting tight.
Cas hummed and squeezed again. "This is nice," he said, and Dean was almost astonished. Was he commenting on his size?
But he didn't have time to dwell on that because Cas was beginning to unzip his jeans. The feeling was completely foreign, but it was so good that Dean couldn't stop moaning softly.
Cas pulled his jeans down a little, Dean lifting his hips to make it easier. Then he placed his palm on Dean outside his underwear. The thin fabric of his underpants got Cas so much closer and Dean was now rock hard. Cas sat up next to Dean and used both his hands to rub on him. One hand on his cock, the other on his balls. Dean's head was thrown back and his moans got louder. Then Cas finally pulled his underwear down, freeing his cock. It was red at the tip and leaking a little. Cas slowly started stroking, using a little spit for friction.
Oooaaahhh...," Dean couldn't help himself. This was so fucking good. Cas expertly stroked and twisted his cock and Dean was getting over the worst tension. He looked at Cas, his right hand holding onto Cas' left arm. Cas was transfixed, looking at Dean's cock. He licked his lips and it made Dean tremble. He really wanted to take Dean in his mouth.
"Do it," Dean whispered.
Cas looked at him, eyes going hazy. He smiled and then bowed down and took the tip of Dean's cock in his mouth. The initial feel made Dean shiver. Cas' warm soft tongue licked at him, then his lips closed around the head softly. Dean started stroking down his back and Cas moaned, the vibration going straight to Dean's cock. Cas continued to suck and lick and then he took the whole of Dean in his mouth. Dean thought it would be impossible for Cas to take him so far down without starting to gag, but he didn't seem to have any problems. Cas waited a moment, then he slowly released Dean again. Before he let go completely, he went back down and Dean had never felt anything like it. Giving himself a hand job while thinking of a girl he liked (or Cas, as had been the case this morning), was nothing; nothing compared to this. Cas continued to suck him down and as Dean got closer and closer to orgasm, he went faster and faster. For a brief moment, Dean wondered how he knew exactly when to speed up. Then he was there, his body convulsing, his moans going off the rail and he came while Cas had him deep down in his throat. He sucked Dean through his orgasm, waiting until he had spent completely and swallowing everything he could. Dean was amazed.
He was completely out of breath and Cas nuzzled up to him, his face against his neck, his arm across his chest.
Dean held him and they lay like that for a while. When Dean had gone completely soft he zipped his jeans back up. He wanted to ask Cas where he'd learned to do that, but he didn't know how to. Cas looked at him and said "Was that ok for you?"
Dean couldn't believe he asked that. "Hell, yeah," he said, voice a little hoarse.
Cas smiled and kissed him. "Well, I just wanted to make sure I hadn't scared you off sex completely."
Dean laughed. "It was truly amazing," he said and kissed Cas.
"Good," was all Cas said, then he went and got the sodas and chips and they just relaxed on the bed until it was time for Dean to go home. Dean remembered to get Cas' number and Cas got his. They arranged to meet at the park after lunch the next day.
When Dean came home for dinner he was in a great mood. Sam had heard that Ariana had asked him out and had told their parents, and now they all thought he was in a good mood because of her. Dean could feel himself starting to tense up at the mention of her name.
"Look, can we talk about something else," he said. His voice was still a little hoarse and his mother noticed immediately.
"You sound like you're coming down with something," she said, looking worried. She put her hand on his forehead.
"Mom, I'm fine," he said. If she only knew the real reason, he thought. Then he started to worry about how he was going to tell his parents about Cas. His father was so happy about his 'man job', and now his son had to tell him he was gay. But was he gay? Dean spent the rest of the evening wondering. He had never been attracted to guys before, but Cas was different. It just felt right to be with him. His phone made a sound and he checked to see it was a text from Cas.
-Still feeling ok? It said.
He sent one back
-Feeling great!
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