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A week after their first sitting and Dean had to give up the studio on campus. He had finished the commissions that had paid for the space, as such he would have to work out of the small apartment he shared with his brother. Which meant working out of his bedroom. In Dean's mind this was the best news he had ever heard. Cos since that time with Cas he had wanted nothing more than to take the next step with him. Feel his lips on his own, run his hands across his sculpted body, but there hadn't been the chance when they had been meeting in that big, work oriented room. But if he was gonna have Cas sitting for him in the more cosy surroundings of his bedroom, well then. He could so put the moves on the guy there, and if he didn't score, then he didn't deserve the guy in the first place. Of course he also needed to start painting saleable pictures. His sittings with Cas so far had ended up with him drawing so many different expressions on his face, in his eyes. But that wasn't something he would be willing to put down on a canvas he intended to sell. No he needed an idea which he would be willing to be commercial. It was then that he realised he could combine his two wishes in one. Seduce Castiel, and paint an awesome picture or two. With a smirk on his face he set about arranging his room to how he would need it.
Castiel was sitting in the coffee shop with Charlie at his side. Since there first lecture together they had become fast friends, she was so bubbly all the time, and she did not mind that he didn't understand half of what she was saying, though she had insisted he read the harry potter books, he was so far on the third, and finding them surprisingly good.
Charlie for her part loved having him for a friend for many reasons. He was a great guy, and had a naïve innocence that she loved. He didn't judge her for her outspoken ways or for anything she said and did. And she really liked that he helped her with her coursework without thought. It had taken all of two days for everyone to realise that Castiel would be top of their class, with ease. And yet he had such a wish to help the world. Yeah he was definitely going to be her friend for life.
Since that first sitting for Dean where she accidently lost track of time and as such missed it, she had joined Castiel in Dean's studio once. And she had seen how they would sit there staring at each other, and picked up on the 'new' nick name for Castiel, she liked it. As such she congratulated herself on achieving such a relationship within the first week of the semester.
But Castiel was not sure he had her confidence in him and his artist.
"Dean has asked me to go to his apartment to sit for him from now on. Apparently he couldn't afford the studio, but surely he would have finished all he wanted from me by now?" He said playing with the wooden stirrer he had gotten for his coffee, not that he needed it, but it gave his hands something to do. Spending all his time with Dean and yet getting no further than talking was starting to irk him.
"Oh Castiel, I'm pretty sure that Dean is never gonna finish all he wants from you." Charlie replied with a chuckle at the idea of the artist not wanting to see Castiel. It was so obvious that he just wanted him there, the modelling idea was just an excuse, and if he had asked Castiel back to his place? Well then, things were definitely looking up in Charlie's mind.
"It's not like that Charlie." Castiel scowled at her, though he wanted more than anything for her to contradict him, tell him it was, tell him that he wasn't imagining what he had thought was there between them.
"We'll see. Go to his place, I bet you he makes his move soon. And hey, if he doesn't you could always make yours." Charlie suggested with a shrug. From what she had seen Dean wasn't the type for being backwards in being forwards if you know what she meant. He was bound to jump Castiel's bones soon enough.
"I'm no good at that sort of thing. I always mess up, talk too much or say something stupid. I'm not very good at reading signals." Castiel replied despondently, the only time he had tried to instigate a romantic liaison it had been with a man who it turned out was straight. He really was no good at this. Once the first move was done he was fine, but making that first move? Not his forte.
"Really? I'm shocked." Charlie responded making her eyes go wide as her lips dipped with a sarcastic tone which made Castiel raise one eyebrow at her as he responded in his dry tone.
"And yet, sarcasm I can identify a mile off."
"Me too. See perfect friends. You'll be find Cas, trust me." Charlie replied without a shade of embarrassment or uncomfortableness at the look which later would become notorious throughout the juniors in all law firms in the city. It was a look none ever wished to see on Mr Novak's face.
"Very well. I'll go this time. But I need to do some studying, I haven't done as much as I would like." Castiel gave in with a sigh. He had known he would go, he needed to see Dean if only it was once more, and he had just wanted Charlie to make him believe that he wasn't seeing something where there was nothing.
"Cas, you study more than anyone I know. Give yourself time to enjoy life. That's what it's for after all." Charlie replied with a sigh and a shake of her head. She couldn't believe him sometimes. He needed to have some fun.
So later that evening Castiel approached the apartment building Dean had given him the address to with some trepidation, as well as need to make sure something happened this evening. It was now or never, life was for the living. With that thought in his head he set his shoulders back and pressed the buzzer which had the name Winchester hand written next to it.
Dean buzzed Cas up and then wiped his hands on his jeans. He hadn't been this nervous with a guy since, well he wasn't sure he ever had. I mean he had always maintained a love'm 'n' leave'm attitude, but Cas was different. He was more, plus he really hoped he agreed to the pose he wanted to paint.
Opening the door at the sound of Castiel knock a smile appeared on his face of its own volition. Damn this guy was sexy as hell.
"Hello Dean." Castiel said in his usual deep voice and a smile in his eyes as he took in the man in front of him. Dean was wearing a plaid shirt that looked newer than the others Castiel had seen him it, or at least, it was less faded, as were the jeans encasing his muscular legs. Eyes back to the face Castiel.
"Hey Cas, come in. We're in my room. Only place I can set up and not have Sam knock the easel over." Dean replied smiling his charming smile, hoping that his nervousness was not evident to the man who was now following him down the hallway.
"Very well." Castiel replied, though his mind had drifted slightly. After all, being behind Dean gave him a perfect view of his ass, something Castiel had not had that much time to enjoy before. After all Dean was usually sitting down to draw him.
"Right then. I have an idea, which I hope you're willing to go with. See I have been offered a slot at a gallery in a few weeks, but they want portraits, kind of. So I was thinking I would like to paint you in lots of different poses so I can sell them." Dean rushed to say once he had Cas in his room. This was the crux of his plan and he needed Cas' consent before he would even consider selling images of him.
At that Castiel frowned. It was only now he realised that all the pictures Dean had done of him could at some point be sold to strangers. He did not want that. He doubted being an artist's model would go down to well in his chosen career after all.
"I'm not sure I would feel comfortable having my portrait in a strangers home Dean." He replied cautiously. If he could just get together with Dean, he was sure the other man could find another face to paint.
"Well that's where my master plan comes in. I want to paint pictures of a faceless man, based on you. Your body, but your facial expressions will be muted. So what do you think?" Dean asked, hoping Cas would consent. He hadn't been so inspired for a long time, but looking at Cas, with this idea in his head, and his mind was brimming.
"Will anyone be able to recognise me?" Castiel asked tilting his head to the side as he stared into Dean's eyes to make sure he was not lying to him.
"I'll make sure they don't." Dean replied with complete honesty. I mean he didn't want anyone knowing who his model was, not with the poses he had in mind, he wanted Cas all to himself thank you very much.
"Very well, where do you want me?" Castiel responded after a beat of silence. He trusted Dean to do as he said.
"Really?" Dean asked in surprise, because however much that was what he had wanted, he hadn't really thought Cas would agree to his plan. It was a bit crazy after all.
"Dean." Castiel responded just looking at him as if to say don't be so stupid, of course I trust you. It was that look that made the Dean sure of the rest of plan for that evening. Time to put the next step into motion then.
"I want you to sit on the bed, back against the headboard. Yeah like that. Now-"
With that Dean moved so he was straddling Castiel's leg and there was an unmistakable look of desire in his eyes which made Castiel catch his breath, but he would not come undone by such simple a gesture.
"I thought you wanted to paint me Dean." Castiel said innocently looking up into the eyes of the painter on him. The green had almost disappeared from the enlarged pupils.
"I do, but I want to make you look just right." Dean murmured in reply, a seductive smile on his face.
"And how are you going to do that?" Castiel asked with an equality seductive look in his eyes as Dean.
"Like this." Dean replied with a smile as he lowered his head to Castiel's and kissed him deeply. Fulfilling a passion in both of them that had been simmering under the surface from the moment they met. It was perfection. It was bliss, and neither of them truly wanted it to end, yet they both knew it had to eventually.
When Dean finally pulled back he smirked at seeing Cas swollen lips and his lust filled eyes. And Castiel seeing the smirk raised his eyebrow once more, if Dean thought he could make him mindless that easily he had another thing coming.
"I thought you said that my face would not be shown." Castiel said sweetly a smirk to match the one Dean was wearing appearing on his face.
"It won't, but your chest will."
With that Dean proceeded to unbutton Castiel's shirt, but he didn't pull it out of his trousers, just leaving it so it made a V towards his waist band. And Castiel, well he made no move to stop him. He liked have Dean just where he was thank you very much.
"Now place your hands at your sides as if you're waiting for someone." Dean murmured into his ear once he had positioned the shirt just how he wanted.
"I have feeling that's exactly what I'm doing." Castiel replied dryly, yet he followed Dean's orders without question. This was definitely the best foreplay he had ever had, lying half undressed waiting for Dean to come to him. Oh yes, he could definitely get used to this.
"Oh hell yeah. But first, I need to paint." With that Dean climbed off of bed and left the most gorgeous man he had ever seen sprawled on his bed alone as he moved and picked up pencil. Damn he couldn't believe he was doing this, he wanted more than anything to be on that bed with Cas. But first things first, and looking at his model he saw a challenge in the man's eyes. As if daring him, to see how long he could go without joining him on the bed. Damn he really was freakin' awesome.
That evening was the start of everything. The start of not just Dean and Castiel as a couple, but the start of Dean's rise to fame and fortune. His faceless paintings were sort after, wanted by all. His skill at showing the mood and emotions of a person, with colours and poses and yet without showing their face, it was enough to stir the most ardent of art critics pulse. And no one ever did work out who his models were, because yes, that is models plural. After all, he couldn't just paint a man could he, had to be equal and all that. Lucky for him, his new beau had the perfect female friend, happy to sit and chat while he painted her in any pose he wished her without any ulterior motive other than to be his friend. And that was motive Dean was all for.