Okay, this is it….brace yourselves. Now if you will excuse, I'm going to go hide. :)
The next evening, Castiel was in his apartment, pacing. He gave up trying to get any work done hours ago because he was too nervous about his date with Dean. Castiel looked up at the clock on the wall. Just twenty six more minutes.
Earlier in the day, Castiel cleaned his small apartment and put away any incriminating evidence showing that Castiel was James Milton. Castiel decided he was going to tell Dean about who he was. He liked Dean too much to keep lying to him. He was just trying to figure out how to tell him.
He didn't know if Dean would even believe him if he just blurted out his secret. Oh, by the way Dean, I also go by another name. What is it you ask? James Milton…
No, that wouldn't work. Dean might think he's lying or worse, think Castiel was making fun of him at his expense.
Castiel quit pacing and slumped down dejectedly in one of the side chairs in his living room. He wanted to quit hiding. He wanted to share this part of himself with Dean. Now he just had to find the perfect way to share his secret.
Suddenly, an idea started to form in his head. He looked up at the clock again. Eighteen minutes before Dean was due to arrive. That should give him just enough time. He grabbed his cell phone and called Anna.
When she answered, she sounded surprised. "Castiel? Is everything okay? You rarely call."
"Everything is fine, Anna. I've decided to do the book signing tour. However, there are some stipulations and I have a favor to ask of you."
Anna squealed on the phone. "Anything Castiel! Just name it."
After Castiel told her his idea, he could hear Anna scrambling for paper and a pen. "You want this to happen on January 24th? It will be tight since we don't have much time, but it's doable. Any reason for that date?"
"It's Dean's birthday."
"This guy must be pretty special for you to be doing all this." Anna soft voice came through the phone line.
"He is." The door bell rang. "I have to go, Anna. Thank you."
"You know I'd do anything for you. You took a chance on me by taking me on as your agent being so new to this."
"I will never regret the decision to do so, and honored to call you a friend."
Castiel heard a sniffle. "I better go before you make me cry. I got lots of work to do before January 24th! Talk to you soon."
Castiel hit the end button and went to the door. He smoothed down his gray dress shirt and black vest. He straightened his red tie and took a deep breath. Castiel opened the door to find Dean on the other side wearing a green button down shirt that made his green eyes even brighter and his leather jacket. Dean was leaning against the door frame, but straightened up when he saw Castiel. Dean's eyes trailed up and down Castiel's body appreciatively.
"Damn Cas, you look good." Dean trailed his hand down Castiel's chest to his waist, tugging him closer.
Castiel couldn't help but blush at the compliment. "Thank you Dean. You look very handsome." Castiel wiggled out of Dean's grasp when Dean tried to steal a kiss.
"Dean, if you start kissing me now, we will never make it out of this apartment." Castiel laughed, placing his hands on Dean's chest, meaning to lightly push him away, but feeling Dean's firm muscles beneath the dress shirt, his fingers curled into the fabric instead.
Dean quirked his left eyebrow. "I can always order something to be delivered here." he rasped, leaning forward to nip at Castiel's jaw.
Castiel couldn't think straight with Dean's lips on him, nipping and sucking gently at his jaw and neck. He sighed and reluctantly pushed Dean away.
"Come on, I'm hungry." Castiel turned to grab his phone, keys and wallet. When he looked over his shoulder, he could see Dean staring at Castiel's ass.
"Yeah, I'm hungry too," he agreed, but his eyes never lifted. Castiel laughed as he deliberately pushed his ass out slightly to put his wallet in his back pocket. Castiel grinned to himself when he heard Dean's intake of breath.
"Come on, let's get out of here."
Dean kept stealing glances over at Cas as they drove to the Roadhouse. Castiel would glance back at Dean and give him a shy smile. Dean would just smile back and focus on the road.
Castiel looked so good sitting in his car. Dean's hands tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened and his hands ached.
"Where are we going?" Castiel's gruff voice vibrated through the Impala, causing a hot shiver run through his body.
"I thought I'd take you to the Roadhouse and then depending how long we're there, we can go see a movie if you wanted." Dean told Castiel, looking over at him momentarily.
Dean saw a flash of white from Castiel's smile before he turned his eyes back to the road.
"Isn't that a bar? I hope you don't expect me to start a fight for your entertainment." Castiel laughed.
"You're right, it's a bar, but they also serve some good food. It's actually owned by Jo's mother, Ellen." Dean explained as he pulled into the full parking lot of the Roadhouse. Once he parked the car, he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned his body toward Castiel.
"Now while we're in here, behave yourself and don't be starting trouble." Dean couldn't resist teasing Castiel who gave him an amused smile.
"However, if you feel the need to get physical," Dean stopped long enough to let his eyes wander over Castiel's body, "I'm willing to take you on. Just know this, I fight dirty."
Castiel's eyes widened as his smile slowly faded from his face and was replaced with raw need that made Dean's breath catch in the back of his throat. Castiel leaned close to Dean's ear, Castiel's subtle cologne wrapping around Dean as he whispered in his rough voice. "So do I."
Dean groaned as he watched Castiel get out of the car. How am I going to last the night?
Once Dean composed himself enough that he wouldn't humiliate himself, they both walked into the Roadhouse together. The Roadhouse was packed. Music played in the background with couples on the dance floor. Most of the tables were occupied as well as the bar. Dean smiled when he felt Castiel move closer to him so he wouldn't lose him in the crowd.
Dean pushed his way to the bar where Ellen was working. She had just handed a beer to a patron when she noticed his approach.
"Hey, Dean. Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" Ellen asked, an almost maternal smile gracing her face.
Dean tugged Castiel up beside him. Dean looked at Castiel with concern when he saw his eyes were wide and his breathing was uneven. He knew it was not a fan of crowds. When Castiel saw Dean staring, he took a deep breath and gave him a small nod to let Dean know he was alright.
"Ellen, this is Castiel Novak. He's Gabe's little brother. Castiel, this is Ellen Harvelle. Not only does she own this place, but she makes a damn good pie. When you try it, please don't propose marriage. You'll have to stand in line."
"It's very nice to meet you Ellen." Castiel held out his hand.
Ellen took Castiel's hand in both of hers and held it. "It's a pleasure to meet you. And you can propose to me if you want. A woman can never have too many proposals from good-looking men like you." She winked at Castiel who in turned squeezed her hands and gave a wink in return.
Dean stared at their joined hands pointedly. "Ellen, could you release Cas?"
Without breaking eye contact with Castiel, she replied, "Why should I? He's just so pretty to look at."
Castiel laughed at Ellen's ploy at trying to make Dean jealous. She released his hand with a final squeeze.
Dean gave Ellen a glare. "Good god woman, try to control yourself."
Dean looked over at Castiel who was outright laughing at him. Dean gave him a sheepish smile and asked Ellen. "Is my table free?"
Ellen chuckled. "Yes, made sure nobody took it. Go ahead and seat yourself. I'll send Ash over to take your order."
Dean led Castiel to a table that was in a small alcove that gave a sense of privacy from the rest of the bar. Ash came over and took their orders and ran off toward the kitchen.
They were in the middle of dessert when Castiel looked up at Dean nervously.
"You okay there, Cas?" Castiel nodded and stared down at his half eaten apple pie.
"I was remembering about the other day when you were talking about how you really wanted to meet James Milton."
Dean leaned forward in excitement with the mention of his favorite author's name. "The guy is practically my idol. I would give anything to meet the guy."
Dean noticed Castiel's quirk at the word idol. His blue eyes looked into Dean's. "What would you say if I told you that I might be able to arrange that for you?"
Dean was about burst out of his seat. "You're not messing with me, are you? Can you do that? How?" he bombarded Castiel in rapid succession with his questions.
Castiel gave a crooked smile and lowered his eyes, not quite looking at Dean. "Mr. Milton and I actually share the same agent and publishing house. I can't promise anything, but I might be able to convince my agent, Anna, to talk to Milton."
Dean felt his heart racing and felt his face flush with excitement. Oh my god, I'm about to pass out. I'm worse than a preteen at a Justin Bieber concert.
"I would do anything if you could make that happen!"
Castiel eyes met Dean's again. "Anything?"
Dean simply nodded.
Castiel smirked with a gleam in his eye that made Dean swallow. "Good."
By the time they finished their dinner and lingered in the bar to talk, it was much too late to see a movie. Castiel told Dean it was getting late and he should be getting home.
When they arrived at Castiel's apartment, Dean walked him to his door.
Castiel unlocked his door and turned toward Dean. "I know it's late, but would you like to come in for a little while?"
Dean nodded, holding eye contact with Castiel's blue eyes. He followed Castiel in the apartment silently. Once he was all the way in, he felt Castiel roughly turn him around and shove him against the closed door.
Dean's heart accelerated at the almost feral look on Cas's face. Castiel leaned in, and was expecting a rough kiss but it was surprisingly gentle. Castiel cupped Dean's face and languidly kissed Dean.
Castiel nibbled softly at Dean's lower lip, begging for entrance which Dean complied. Dean took a hold of Castiel's hips, pressing them against his. Dean groaned when he felt that Castiel was hot and hard through their jeans.
Castiel's hands moved from Dean's face to his chest where he slid his hands inside his leather jacket and slid it off his shoulders. Castiel's gentle assault became more aggressive and Dean was so caught up in Castiel's mouth, he didn't even notice that they had moved from the door to the bedroom. Or that Castiel had unbuttoned Dean's shirt.
They both kicked off their socks and shoes, their mouths barely breaking contact. Dean lay back on the bed, in a similar position than the night before. The edges of Dean's shirt fell to his sides, revealing a slightly tan and toned torso.
Castiel straddled Dean's waist, running his hands up and down Dean's chest, letting his fingernails lightly score down his chest. Dean hissed when they went over his nipples and his hips bucked up into Castiel.
"You are a beautiful man, Dean Winchester." Castiel whispered into the silence of the room. Castiel sat up on his knees and started to undo his tie. Dean watched with hot eyes as Castiel slowly revealed his body to him. First, off came the tie that he tossed to the floor.
Next was the black vest that joined the red tie. As Castiel started unbuttoning his gray shirt, Dean leaned up and started to undo Castiel's jeans. Dean reached inside his jeans and boxers where he ran his hand over Castiel. Dean looked up to see Castiel staring down, watching him, his shirt finally unbuttoned. He slowly removed it and tossing it to the side. Dean watched Castiel arch his back as Dean pushed Castiel's jeans down as far as they would go.
"Cas, it's you who is the beautiful one, not me." Dean stared at Castiel in awe. The man was truly stunning. His body was slender, but he possessed strong, firm muscles. His face stared down at his, his jaw clenched when Dean started to stroke him, eyes half closed, but he could still see those blue eyes through the slits.
Dean needed to taste him. He leaned in closer and took a long swipe with his tongue from the base of Cas's cock to the head. Castiel's hips bucked, enticing a long, deep moan from him.
"Dean…"
Dean ran his hands up Castiel's thighs to grip his hips. He felt Castiel's long fingers thread through his hair as he took the head of Cas's cock into his mouth. Dean tongued the slit, tasting Cas's precum. Dean took more of Cas's into his mouth and hummed his pleasure.
The fingers in Dean's hair tightened. "Oh fuck Dean!" Castiel gasped out.
Dean felt his own cock swell impossibly harder at Castiel's reaction. Dean hollowed out his cheeks and started to suck, while sliding his lips and tongue up and down Castiel's cock.
Castiel writhed above him, his breaths coming out in raspy gasps, moaning Dean's name as in a trance. Dean knew Castiel was close when he felt his legs tightened.
"No, Dean…" he growled and pulled away from Dean's hot mouth. He leaned down and gave Dean a hard kiss. "No, I want to be inside you when I come."
Dean moaned at the picture in his head. It was the same picture from the Sunday morning phone call.
As if Castiel could read his thoughts, he whispered, "Will you let me take you Dean? Just how I described?"
Dean fell flat on his back. "Fucking yes…."
Castiel gave Dean a predatory smile. He slipped off the bed to remove his jeans and Dean's. Dean slipped his shirt the rest of the way off as he watched Cas remove a few items from his night stand.
Castiel quickly returned eyeing Dean sprawled naked on his bed. He crawled in between Dean's thighs. He ran his hands lightly up and down, ghosting over Dean's flushed cock. "Do you know how many times I pictured this in my head while fucking my own hand, wishing it was you I was fucking instead?"
He's heard Castiel swear before, but never like this. Dean thought he might come before Castiel would ever even touch him.
Castiel leaned down, kissed around his groin, giving little nips close to the base of Dean's cock. He was touching everywhere but the place Dean wanted to be touched.
"Fuck Cas, please…."
Castiel's plump lips hovered over the tip of Dean's cock. "You're so pretty when you beg," and proceeded to lower his mouth over Dean.
Dean keened as he tried to buck up, but Castiel held him down firmly by the hips. Castiel laved Dean with his tongue before bobbing his head and sucking hard. Dean's body arched as pleasure zinged through him.
Dean was so lost in the pleasure of Castiel's hot, wet mouth, that he didn't noticed he wasn't restrained by his hands nor did he notice the snap of a cap opening. Dean soon felt a slick digit circle his entrance and gently prod, letting the tip of the finger slip in.
Dean hissed at the slight burn. Castiel released Dean's cock from his mouth. "Relax, Dean. You're so tight…" Castiel stopped, eyes widening. "Have you never…?"
Dean shook his head watching Castiel, not being able identify what he was thinking behind those fathomless blue eyes.
Castiel growled and moved up to claim Dean's mouth in a possessive kiss. Dean could taste himself on Castiel's lips. He moaned into Castiel's mouth.
Castiel ended the kiss and trailed his lips down Dean's neck, chest and stomach. Castiel moved back to Dean's cock, taking him deeper in his mouth where the head was hitting the back of his throat. Dean groaned, gripping the dark, silky locks of Castiel's hair. Castiel went back to slowly working his fingers into Dean's body.
Dean trembled from the effects of Castiel's mouth and fingers. Once Castiel was able to work three fingers into Dean, he was able to reach his prostrate. Castiel firmly pressed down on the bundle of nerves. Dean practically howled.
"Fuck Cas. Oh god, please…." Dean panted, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Castiel removed his fingers from Dean's stretched hole and his mouth from his cock. After sheathing himself with a condom and more lubricant, he pressed his body against Dean's.
"Are you ready for me?" he panted hotly in Dean's ear.
"Please fuck me, Cas. I need to feel you…"
Castiel growled and lined himself up and slowly started to push in. Dean winced slightly at the stretch and burn. Castiel paused to give Dean time to accommodate all the while, kissing and nipping at Dean's neck, leaving visible love bites. Soon Dean was restless, clamping Castiel's hips, urging him to move.
He set a slow rhythm at first so not to hurt Dean, but soon Dean was bucking underneath of him, practically snarling at Castiel to move faster.
Castiel growled in response and started pumping into Dean fast and hard. Castiel slightly shifted position, causing Castiel to hit Dean's prostrate again.
"Oh fuck, Cas, right there!"
Castiel reached down and started to brutally stroke Dean's cock as he pounded into Dean.
This time, it was Castiel's turn to beg, not wanting to come before Dean. "Please Dean, come for me now."
Dean looked up at Cas above him, sweat rolling down his temples, messy hair damp, begging him with a frantic look of desperation to come. Castiel shoved into Dean hard at the same time he stroked up his cock and twisted.
Dean's whole body tensed as he felt himself coming all over Castiel's hand and between their bodies.
"Cas!"
Castiel pumped into Dean two more times before he was gripping Dean's hips so hard he was sure it was going to leave bruises. Dean watched through his own orgasmic haze as Castiel threw his head back and shouted.
"Oh god Dean…!"
Cas chest heaved as he gently pulled out of Dean and laid beside him.
They both stared up at the ceiling, catching their breath.
"Well," Castiel started, "I should have listened to you and ordered in. Think of the hours we wasted."
Dean burst out laughing. He turned over on his side to look at Castiel. Castiel turned his face toward Dean, his eyes twinkling.
"Cas, the night's not over yet." he winked and leaned in to give Castiel a kiss.
Okay, first real smut scene finally written. I think it's amazing how I feel no embarrassment when reading smut, but it's entirely different when writing it!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
