Finally, the smutty stuff!
Balthazar has a firm hold on Castiel's shoulders and they leave the party via a hallway on the other side of the room. He tries to look back as his brother whisks him away, trying to catch a glimpse of Dean. Castiel has finally met someone he can have a real conversation with, who's a person, who doesn't seem to care about his money or estate. Who hasn't made a move on him all night. Of course, trust his brothers to get in the way of the good time he was finally having.
They turn into another hall and Balthazar starts to move Castiel toward a room he knows to be a 'bedroom' in this horrible show penthouse and he stops, forces Balthazar to stop, too, "No." He sighs and starts back, "No, you celebrate your way and I won't interfere, please let me celebrate mine."
But Balthazar has him stopped and turned around just as quick, locking arms with his brother, "It's your birthday, we went to all the trouble..." and before Castiel can do anything about it, they're both in the dark room through the client's door at the back. Hidden by the darkness outside of the spotlight, whispering, "Don't you want to get back to your young man, Castiel?" Balthazar starts to walk Castiel forward but stops halfway through the room, "Be able to talk to him, have a good time without worrying? He doesn't know you want him yet but everyone else does. You pitch a teepee at a birthday party and you'll scare the poor bastard off."
And it's not until Balthazar motions to the man in the spotlight, built like a god with his back to the audience, that Castiel even realizes his entertainment is already there. He wants to say something, to protest but he can't find words.
Balthazar speaks up, "Disrobe, slowly..." and at that there's a hesitation on the part of the Doll, just a moment, enough to tell Castiel that he's not the only one in the room who had never done this before. Slowly, the Doll opens the robe and shrugs it off of broad, muscular shoulders. He lets it slide down his arms, his tan and freckled back and finally pool it at his feet revealing a tight, sculpted ass. Castiel is mesmerized by his body, so much so that he almost jumps when Balthazar pats his back and whispers, "He's checked the 'masturbation' box, you lucky devil. Talk dirty to him, they like that. Don't flub this, baby brother. Get your jollies out and come back to the party."
To the Doll, Balthazar continues, "Face down on the bed, ass up." He winks at his brother and takes his leave, back into the room somewhere to quietly slip through the client doors and leave Castiel alone with this... masterpiece. And he frankly doesn't know what to do. It takes awhile but he moves forward, to the seat meant for the client just outside the circle of the spotlight. He's almost close enough to touch but, although Castiel has never done this before, he certainly knows the rules.
A deep breath for courage and Dean does what he's told, yet again. He bends his body forward, resting his chest against the bed, cheek on folded arms, feeling incredibly exposed.
And it's awful to admit it but Balthazar is right about Dean, about how Castiel wants him and doesn't want to blow it so soon. His brother is also right on another count. He can't go back to the party now, not after seeing this hot, athletic body on display for him. He wouldn't be able to talk to his new friend without imagining this body with Dean's face. Dean's gorgeous face, his mop of hair, green eyes... amazing smile... Dean who was young enough to be Castiel's son. It's been so long since he's connected with anyone like this, had fun like this, does he really want to spoil it by spending the rest of the night unbearably horny?
Reluctantly, Castiel takes the seat provided for him - 'talk dirty to him, they like that' - and clears his throat, trying to remember the advice he's been given, "Spread..." the gravel of his voice feels rougher now, his mouth is too dry. He really should've asked for another 7-up. Castiel takes a deep breath and speaks up, trying again, "Spread your cheeks... show me your ass hole."
Dean's been wondering what was taking so long until, finally, he's been given some orders. He bites his lip and unfolds his arms from beneath his head, reaching for a pillow to replace them so that he doesn't have to push his face into the mattress. He stills a moment and then does what's asked of him, reaching back with both hands to grip his ass cheeks and gently pull them apart. He hears a soft grunt coming from his client and, from the position of his face pressed gently into the pillow, he can kind of look down his own body and, between his legs, can barely see the man sitting behind him, shadowed from the waist up and with a definite bulge in his pants.
And Dean should hate this. Hell, he thought he would, he thought it would be stupid and he would feel cheap but the thing is... he kind of does feel cheap. And vulnerable and on display, like he's being used and he can't believe how much it doesn't suck. The feeling of being at someone else's mercy, being a toy for their pleasure. Feeling like, even though he knows it won't happen, that man can always stand up, close the gap between them and have his way with Dean. Hates to admit it but that thought, and the realization that his body is visibly turning this man on, is making him harder than he's been in recent memory.
Yeah, Dean's not into guys - if anybody asks. But even Charlie knows that's a straight up lie.
It must be visible already, too, because he can see the man reacting to him. Palming his own cock through his pants, taking in a breath. After a long minute or two of this exposure, of Dean displaying himself for this stranger, the man speaks again, and it's still nervous but the way he's talking is getting more forceful, "You're going to put on a show for me... stay in that position, stroke your cock. I want to watch you pleasure yourself."
This is the harder part. Dean's not new to getting himself off, not by a long shot, but he's never gotten himself off for an audience before. But his time is limited, here, and he finds himself wanting to make the stranger horny, watch him rub himself, make him come at the sight of Dean in a sex act. Dean wants him to get his money's worth, after all they're paying him a lot for this and for the moment he neglects his cock to reach back again and gently rub the pads of his fingers against his hole. God, that feels good, tender and the feeling goes straight to his cock. He tries to focus on the job but all he can think about is the stranger's mouth on his shoulder, cock in his ass and the fantasy of it makes Dean moan.
He doesn't know when he spit in his hand, started stroking himself, fondling his balls, the other hand still busy rimming and rubbing his hole but when he's once again aware of reality he can see that the stranger has taken his own cock out, softly jerking and getting himself off to Dean's body. His dick is big, hard and Dean's thinking, again, of how it would feel in his ass, in his mouth. It's not something he's ever done out of fear of what people would think, what his family would think, but being this close to it makes one thing perfectly clear - it's what Dean wants.