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Warnings for - Masturbation.
Dean kept the memory of their kiss with him all through Sunday, but he was itching to see Cas again by the time Monday rolled around. He never thought being in a relationship would feel as good as it did, but he guessed that was why people got into them. The fact that he could talk to Cas about anything, including awkward sexual stuff, not that he had, yet, was an added bonus.
He honestly couldn't keep the stupid smile off his face, and he just knew his family had an inkling something was up. It didn't help that Sam ran around the house on Sunday yelling 'Deans got a boyfriend'. He chased him at one point and wrestled him to the ground, tickling him until he almost threw up. They both cried laughing afterwards, and it was the first time in a long time he had felt that light inside.
Dean practically ran through the doors at lunchtime, and when he spotted Chuck sitting by himself, he grabbed a tray and hurried over.
"Hey man, how was class?" Chuck looked up from his food in shock; Dean could see it written all over his face. He guessed it was because Dean was in such a good mood, but then his friend grinned.
"Yeah, it was alright. You seem awfully chipper, this morning." Chuck narrowed his eyes at him but he was still grinning. They both knew what was up, of course, but that didn't mean Chuck couldn't tease him for it.
"Shut up, dude. How's Becky?" Dean grinned when Chuck winked at him.
"Oh, she's very good." They both laughed, delighted with the fact they both had partners. Dean jumped when a tray was set down next to his, and he turned to see Cas smiling shyly down at him.
"Um, is this seat taken?" Dean burst out laughing at the cheesy pick up line, and almost died when Cas finished with, "I guess not then." And sat down. He was almost delirious with how happy he was, he didn't even care if people saw them together in public.
Fuck what everyone else thought, he deserved to be happy goddammit.
"How have your classes been?" Dean asked, when his brain finally kicked back into gear. He noticed Cas had sat down but kept a respectable distance between them. Their table was backed against a wall, and in a corner, so no one could see what they were doing on their side. He didn't want to give Cas an awkward boner in the middle of the lunch room, but he also couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself, especially when Cas insisted on wearing shorts. He slipped a hand down between them and proceeded to run his fingers lightly up and down Cas' muscular thigh. He blushed despite himself when Cas' breath hitched in his throat, and he clenched his plastic cutlery so tightly Dean was sure they would snap. No one was paying them any attention, but he could see Cas' blush creeping up his neck.
He didn't want to embarrass his boyfriend, that word still felt weird to him, so he stopped teasing. He grinned when Cas let out a shaky breath and moved in his seat. Dean almost choked on his food when he saw Cas subtly adjust his hard on under the table.
School raced by, and before he knew it, he was picking Sam up and heading home. His brother jabbered on about something that had happened at school, but Dean just couldn't bring himself to concentrate. He was too busy thinking about when he could see Cas alone next, and what they would do –
"Dude, stop thinking about your boyfriend." Sam snickered at him from the passenger seat, so when they stopped at a red light, Dean leaned over and whacked him.
"Shut up, bitch." Dean tried to tickle Sam before the light turned green, but his brother just whacked his hand away.
"Quite it, jerk. Anyway, I uh, I asked Jess out, like you said." Dean almost swerved into oncoming traffic. His goofy little brother had asked a girl out. "She said yes, Dean. I was wondering, could you take us to the movies on Saturday night? I'd ask mom, but yeah. I hate to admit it, but you're less embarrassing." Dean grinned as they pulled into the driveway.
"Of course I'll take you, Sammy." He couldn't think of anything he'd rather do than escort his little brother on his first date. Well, there were a couple of things. That got him thinking though… "Hey, do you mind if Cas tags along?" Sam just shook his head and grinned.
"Nah, Dean, bring your boyfriend, but don't sit near us!" Sam sounded horribly worried Dean would crash his predictably awkward date.
He'd have his own to worry about.
Saturday night found Dean having to change his shirt twice, he was sweating so much. Luckily, Sam was way too worried about his own date nerves to tease Dean about his.
"Come on boys, you better leave now, or your gonna be late!" Dean sighed unsteadily and checked himself one last time in the mirror. He was wearing black skinny jeans, and he liked the way they clung to his legs. His Henley stretched over his muscular chest, topped off by a flannel and his leather jacket. He hoped Cas liked it.
The car trip to the movie theatre was silent and tense. Cas and Jess were meeting them there, thank god, otherwise Sam would have probably passed out.
Time for some brotherly advice.
"Dude, ok, if you want to hold her hand, just go for it. She's agreed to this date, so chances are she'll be ok with a little touching." Sam just nodded, and opened the door. Dean wished he had an older brother to give him some advice. He stepped out of the car and made his way over to the ticket booth. He worried his lip while he was in line, because he didn't know where Cas was, and if he had his ticket yet. If he didn't, well, he'd get it for him. That was what good boyfriends did, wasn't it?
He breathed a sigh of relief when he caught sight of Cas walking towards him, hands in his pockets, a smile on his face.
"Hello, Dean. Sorry I'm late." Cas grinned at him, but didn't touch him. Dean ached for Cas' hand in his, but they had agreed to no public displays of affection. He could tell Cas was thinking the same thing, the way his eyes kept flicking to his lips. Dean licked them self-consciously, and he was certain he saw his boyfriends eyes widen.
"Hey, Cas. Nah, no problem. Are you pumped for this movie or what?" They were going to see The Maze Runner 2, which looked pretty awesome. Plus, it had his second favourite character from Teen Wolf in it, a major bonus. He smiled at the chick running the ticket booth, and she blushed back. Dammit, he hadn't meant to turn on the charm. "Uh, hi, can I get two tickets to the Maze Runner and a large popcorn?" He ignored Cas' protests, and collected their purchases from the end of the kiosk.
"Dean, you didn't need to do that." Cas whispered to him as they made their way to the theatre. Dean just nodded and smiled, trying to also keep an eye on Sam and the blond girl he was with. Jess seemed like a nice girl, a bit shorter than Sam, but pretty damn stunning. Even if she was only fourteen, Dean was allowed to assess on his brothers behalf. In his opinion, she was a touch out of Sam's league.
"Yeah, I did, Cas." He leaned over as they sat in their seats at the furthest back corner of the theatre. "This is a date, remember?" He caught Cas grinning, just as the lights went down.
The movie was epic, as expected, but halfway through, Dean caught sight of Sam using the old yawning arm trick. His brother had game. He was still grinning over Sam's success, when he felt a nudge against his leg. He looked down and saw Cas poking his thigh. He then flattened his hand, palm up, when he saw Dean was looking. Dean looked back up at the screen, heart thumping in his chest. It was ridiculous of course; they had rubbed off on each other and kissed by the lake, for fuck sake. Holding hands in a cinema should be a piece of cake.
Try telling his heart that.
He swallowed past his dry throat. He could do it. He slid his hand over and intertwined his fingers with Cas'. He sighed when Cas squeezed his hand, and he couldn't keep the grin off his face.
"Are you enjoying the movie, Dean?" Cas whispered, warm breath caressing his ear. Dean shivered, and his dick twitched in his jeans. Hmm. He should have expected that when he put them on. They were way too tight to entertain an erection.
"Yeah, Cas, it's pretty… exciting." Cas actually snorted at Deans cheesy line, but that was the point, so he was happy. He shifted in his seat and tried to adjust himself, but it was no use. His dick was hard and squashed awkwardly down his leg. Oh well, it was uncomfortable, but it could wait until he got home.
The movie finished with both Dean, and Cas, shifting awkwardly in their seats. Dean reluctantly unclasped Cas' hand from his own, and he could tell Cas was just as disappointed. His big blue eyes practically stared at his lips as the lights went up, and when Dean bit his bottom one, Cas actually fucking whimpered.
"Cas…" It came out as more of a soft moan than anything else, but the blush that coloured Cas' cheeks was worth it.
"I'm sorry, Dean, I –" Dean cut him off with a shake of his head.
"No, you have nothing to apologise for." He was telling the truth; he didn't want Cas thinking he had to feel bad for the way he made Dean feel.
Dean found a blushing Sam loitering near the doors, hand in hand with Jess, who looked pretty damn happy too.
"Hey, Dean. Uh, this is – this is Jess." Jess smiled, and looked at Sam out of the corner of her eye. Yeah, she liked his little brother a lot.
"Nice to meet you, Dean. I've heard a lot about you." She smiled cheekily at him, and Dean saw Sammy having a run for his money when it came to snark.
"I bet. So we gotta get you kids home." He smiled at Cas, and his boyfriend scowled when he realised he had been included in the description.
Sam walked Jess up to her door when they dropped her off, which Dean thought was pretty damn chivalrous. It gave him a chance to give Cas a quick peck, which then turned into Cas pushing his tongue halfway down Deans throat. Not that he was complaining. Cas' lips were soft and warm, sliding against Deans own. He swallowed Cas' soft moan and held it close to his heart.
Cas pulled away quickly, just as Sam opened the back door. Dean internally praised Cas' excellent hearing.
"You did good tonight, Sammy." Dean looked in the rear vision mirror, and saw his brother grin in embarrassment.
"Thanks bro, I think she wants to go on a second date." His little brother looked at him with wide eyed shock, and Dean had to physically push down his laugh. Poor Sammy.
Dropping Cas off was different, with Cas kissing Dean on the cheek and Sam making gagging noises in the back seat. Stupid little brothers. A promise to text later and they were off back home.
Dean said a quick goodnight to his parents and Sam, and left them to their interrogation of their youngest son. Dean almost ran to his room, stripping quickly and flinging himself into bed.
Dean: Please tell me you're in bed.
He wasn't even nervous, because he knew Cas wanted the same thing. His phone buzzed, and he grinned.
Cas: I am, Dean.
Dean: Awesome.
Dean: ok, I'm sorry, but I'm way too horny for you to wait.
Dean: Please tell me you're touching yourself.
He left off the like me, because that could be seen as going too far. He was so damn horny for Cas that his cock was hard and dripping in his hand, without so much as a tug.
Cas: Thank Christ for you, Dean Winchester
Cas: I have my cock in my hand, wbu?
Dean groaned, and closed his eyes, because he knew he wasn't going to last long, not with Cas being so damn blunt.
Dean: I'm thinking about what you're doing, rubbing my cock, Cas. It's leaking everywhere.
If Cas could be blunt, so could he. Dean thumbed the head of his cock, smearing the pre come around. It felt so damn good, like fireworks shooting down his dick.
Cas: I am not going to last very long, Dean.
Cas: I am thinking about you, and thrusting up into my hand.
Dean groaned quietly as he read Cas' text, his hips jumping slightly. He'd never done anything like it before, but he found that he really liked dirty texting with Cas.
Dean: I'm getting so close Cas.
Cas: Same, Dean.
Cas: Come for me, Dean. Moan my name.
Dean moaned, fist flying as he neared his orgasm, and he whispered Cas' name as his cock pulsed onto his stomach, smearing the white liquid across his skin. He panted as the haze cleared, and replied to Cas as quick as he could.
Dean: I came, Cas, oh fuck it was good
Dean: I moaned your name
He bit his lip when Cas didn't reply, but decided to give him a couple of minutes. Maybe he'd comed his brains out and had fainted. Dean grinned when he thought of Cas moaning his name. He cleaned up, and snuggled down in bed, deciding he should probably text Cas again.
Dean: How was it?
He hoped he didn't sound clingy, but he was starting to get a bit worried. He frowned, and turned off his phone, waited thirty seconds and turned it back on. When his phone started buzzing incessantly, he almost threw it at the wall.
Stupid mother fucker of a fucking phone.
What a time for it to freeze.
Cas: Oh Dean
Cas: I'm coming, oh god, Dean.
Cas: um, Dean?
Dean hurriedly typed out an apology, but he still felt terrible. What a way to end a great night, god fucking dammit.
Dean: I'm so sorry, Cas, my phone froze.
Dean: Was it good?
He chewed on his lips as he waited for Cas' reply.
Cas: That's alright Dean, I just wanted to make sure you were ok.
Cas: and it was excellent, but would have been better if you were there :)
Dean blew out a breath, a small smile spreading across his face.
Dean: I know what you mean, man.
Cas: Its quite late, Dean, would it be alright if we went to sleep?
He didn't want to stop talking, but it was getting pretty late. He reluctantly typed out his goodnight.
Dean: All good, Cas. Goodnight, I'll text you tomorrow :x
Oh god, he just used an emoticon. Fuck.
Cas: goodnight, Dean :x
Dean lay back in his bed and closed his eyes. Yeah, life was pretty damn good.
