Dean sank his face deeper into a pillow the following morning. The actor wasn't hung over, as he expected to be. Hallelujah! He cracked open one emerald orb. Then he slowly opened his other eye to stare at the swirling dust motes made clearly visible by the sunlight streaming in through his bedroom window. He would hit the gym later. Dean planned to have a lazy day. The Winchester smiled as he stretched his arms upwards. Dean replayed last night's gas station bathroom sexy time in his mind.

He and Cas didn't take things any further but damn Cas was a box of surprises, when it came to kinky shit. Henry was such a selfish bastard in the sack. The sole time Dean suggested he give him a rim job, the dude almost ran from the bed. Dean received his first rim job courtesy of Castiel and he fervently hoped it wouldn't be his last. Having Cas tongue fuck his ass while he scissored him and jacked him off made it to one of the top three experiences of his life. Dean planned on reciprocating real soon.

When Cas playfully told him he answered his FWB question with what transpired in the bathroom, Dean wanted to run outside and jog a celebratory lap around the gas station. Benny was a fucking genius. Dean was on cloud nine. This little arrangement they started partaking of was pretty damn sweet. They would remain best friends, fuck and fool around, whenever they had an itch and no emotional attachments were permitted. Nothing could beat that according to Dean Winchester.

He walked nude to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. Dean scratched his chest along the way. He yawned before adding grounded coffee into a filter. His cell phone buzzed. Dean's handsome face lit up even more. He must resemble a lit Christmas tree. He swiftly answered. "Good morning, my naughty angel," he huskily said, as he put the phone on speaker, in order to continue preparing his breakfast.

Cas chuckled loud on the other end. "Good morning, to you, my favorite dessert."

Dean had never witnessed Cas flirting and he was fucking glad it was with him. He actually felt butterflies flying around in his stomach. "I can still taste you." Dean could clearly picture Cas licking his puffy pink lips. He was already hard as stone.

"What are you up to, man?" Dean asked as he concentrated on putting two cold waffles inside the toaster.

"That's the reason I'm calling you. You have any plans for today?" Castiel asked.

Dean heard him opening a faucet. Castiel was in the middle of brushing his teeth. "Not really; how about you?"

"Want to go horseback riding?" Cas spat in the sink before rinsing with mouthwash.

"Is that code for bareback riding?" Dean teased his best friend.

"No, you perv; I thought it would be a good idea to go to Griffith Park and rent a horse. It's a beautiful day. We shouldn't let it go to waste."

Dean was about to ask Cas why he only mentioned to rent one horse but the blue eyed man interrupted his thought process. "So what do you say? Pick me up in two hours?"

"What the hell? I haven't been horseback riding since high school. I'm looking forward to it."

"Great…I'll prepare a picnic for lunch. We can eat after the ride."

"Okay bye"

When Cas got in the Impala, the two friends didn't know how to greet each other. Castiel leaned in and kissed Dean on the cheek. At first the atmosphere in the muscle car was a little awkward but as Dean drove away from Los Angeles, Castiel played a Credence Clearwater Revival tape. Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and Cas sang along.

"You have a good singing voice, Cas." Dean slightly glanced at his friend, who blushed. "Please don't stop on my account. I can hear you sing all day."

Cas continued singing as he gazed outside the window. The Impala passed a sign which illustrated the horse ranch was a mile away. He turned his head to the side slyly. Cas' eyes took all of Dean in. He admired the taller man's muscular arms. The sleeve of the plaid shirt he donned was rolled up to his elbows and a pair of blue jeans hugged his thighs perfectly. Cas couldn't wait to get a good look of Dean's sexy ass.

Dean drove through a gate to enter the ranch. An elderly Mexican man with cotton white hair guided them to where they could park. Ten minutes later, Castiel paid for the rental of one horse. Dean argued over paying at least for half but he insisted it was his treat. Garth, the ranch owner's grandson chose a chestnut thoroughbred with a sweet disposition. He gave both men a dopey grin, as he handed Dean the reins. "You boys enjoy the ride. Starfire will be on his best behavior." He gently patted the horse's romp.

Castiel fed the horse an apple. Garth looked at his watch. "You need to be back at four. If not you will incur extra fees."

Dean nodded. Garth turned around and headed back to the office which was located near the stables. Dean scratched his head. "So how do we do this, man?"

"Hop on the saddle," Cas instructed Dean.

The Winchester followed orders with no problems. He soon sat regally on the saddle and held the reins. Starfire trotted a few steps and stopped. Dean was startled to have Cas get on the horse facing him. "Dude, aren't you supposed to face the other way?"

"I prefer this view." Cas winked at him.

Dean arched a brow. He gently pulled at the reins and gingerly tapped his combat boots on the horse's sides. Starfire started trotting down a worn path. The smell of Catalina Cherry Trees permeated the air. The sun shone brightly on them.

Cas made sure no one rode in their vicinity. He bit his lower lip, as his hands held on to the back of Dean's neck. "What are you doing?"

Castiel smirked and kissed Dean softly. "Just maneuver Starfire and I will handle the rest."

"Whoa there, Cowboy!" Dean yelled, when Cas lowered his zipper. "This is dangerous."

Castiel shut Dean up with a scorching kiss. "Dean, you worry too damn much. Relax, will you? Now raise yourself up so I can lower your jeans and underwear."

"We're going to do it while riding a horse?" Dean's eyes were the size of two green Frisbees.

Castiel waited for his fellow actor to shut the hell up. The Winchester turned his head to the side and then backwards to check no one was around. Dean couldn't believe he was going to allow Cas to fuck him on a horse.

He made sure his feet were secure on the stirrups before raising his body. Castiel efficiently lowered Dean's jeans and underwear. He grinned, when his eyes landed on the peach satin panties Dean wore. Someone had a female underwear kink. Castiel made a mental note of paying a visit to Victoria Secret tomorrow.

"Hold on to my waist, Dean. I need to get something from my back pocket." The horse stopped after Dean tugged the reins. Dean's fingers sunk into Castiel's hips. Cas fetched a packet of lube. He didn't bother bringing condoms since he and Dean were checked for HIV and STDs after their ugly break ups with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. The results were identical, both of them were clean and disease free.

Castiel lathered lube over his cock. Dean already unzipped his black jeans. Cas came commando on purpose. "I can't believe we're doing this," Cas whispered.

"You're the one, who came up with the idea, Sherlock." Dean smiled. "Where did you get it from by the way?" He kissed Castiel hungrily. Dean raised his body again to allow Cas to rub lube in his asshole.

"I watched porn last week where a couple fornicated while horseback riding. I jerked off hard imagining us in the same scenario. I chafed my dick afterwards." Cas had the audacity to blush and lower his eyes.

"Fuck! I had no idea you were such a kinky bastard, Cas."

Dean motioned for Starfire to resume trotting at a steady pace. Castiel jerked himself right in front of Dean. The blond man got excited looking at those long elegant fingers stroking Cas' dick as if it was an instrument. Soon Cas was breathing hard and biting his lower lip. His eyes were closed.

"Don't you dare come now, you kinky bastard! You better do it inside me."

Dean started to feel like a jockey, whenever he raised his body to allow Cas access. This time Castiel guided his swollen red cock inside Dean's hole. He positioned himself at an angle where he could thrust into Dean.

The horse cantered over cobblestone causing them to bounce. Cas took advantage of the situation. Every time their bodies leapt a few inches high, he thrust into Dean deeper. "Fuck! Why didn't I try this before?" Dean said in between panting.

He gently kicked Starfire so the horse could go faster. The higher the two of them bounced, the deeper Cas went and hit his prostate. "Cas, we so need to buy a horse, man!"

Castiel slid his arms under Dean's underarms. He sunk his teeth into the juncture between Dean's shoulder and neck. He bit hard as he came inside Dean. Dean swiftly followed his friend to climax. His own erection rubbed against his toned abdomen. Jizz adorned his favorite grey AC DC shirt which he wore underneath the plaid one and Dean didn't care.

Dean kissed Cas. He sucked the blue eyed man's lower lip hard. Then he brushed his tongue over it. Castiel leaned his head over Dean's shoulder. Their breathing came back to normal. "It's a miracle we didn't fall off the horse," Dean said.

Castiel chuckled. "With a little more practice we can become expert equestrians. We need to return the horse and then go for the picnic. There's a nice secluded spot by a pond."

It turned out to be the best picnic of Dean Winchester's life; not that he'd been on many to start with. Still eating an apple pie baked by Castiel while Cas licked the jizz he left inside Dean with that magical tongue of his was fucking amazing!

The two men decided to keep the benefits part of their relationship a secret; especially with Zachariah's no dating co-stars policy. Also, Zachy boy was not a fan of same sex couples. So a month passed and the two of them would alternate between their two condos and have sex marathons during the weekends. For the work week, Dean and Castiel carried on with their regular lives.

Castiel received a call from Naomi. She sounded concerned. "Zachariah wants to meet with you tomorrow for lunch at the Ivy. He needs to discuss something extremely important with you."

Cas panicked. Did Zachariah manage to discover the truth about him and Dean? The man could have hired private investigators to keep tabs on all of the show's actors. "Did he say what he needs to talk to me about?"

"Something about a proposition he has for you?"

"Really?" Castiel was majorly confused. "What time is our meeting scheduled for?"

"One pm and don't be late. You know what a stickler he is for punctuality."

"I will…thanks, Naomi."

Castiel confirmed with Dean to see if his friend received a call from Naomi and it turned out he didn't. So maybe it had nothing to do with the recent change in their relationship. Dean told Cas to call him as soon as the meeting ended. He was also nervous for his friend.

Castiel arrived at the Ivy five minutes before one in the afternoon. The tall and elegant blonde hostess led him to the table which was already occupied by Zachariah and Meg. Both of Cas' eyebrows raised so high; they almost reached the top of his forehead.

"Good afternoon, you two. Meg, what are you doing here?" a befuddled Cas inquired.

Zachariah shook hands with Castiel. He motioned for the young man to sit adjacent to Meg. "I was right. The two of you make an attractive couple."

Castiel gulped hard. He did not like where things were headed. Meg played with his hair. "We sure do. It's a shame we will not be able to share romantic scenes on the show." She pouted, as she ceased running her fingers through Cas' thick hair.

"Why are we here, sir?" Castiel asked before gulping down all of his water.

A waiter appeared and took their orders. He disappeared. Zachariah leaned closer to them. "The show has not been tracking well at all in Twitter, Tumblr and IMDB."

"So what does that have to do with us?" Cas asked as he fiddled with the linen napkin on his plate.

"I have a proposition for the two of you. You see we need to start generating buzz before the show premieres in the fall. What better way than an off the set romance?" Zachariah smiled at the young couple reminding Castiel of Jaws.

"I thought you were against work romances?" Cas asked.

"Yes, but this romance will be fabricated. It's done all the time. And you two gorgeous kids have been chosen to be our own Henry Cavill and Kaley Cuoco…congratulations!"

"Uhm I don't know about this," Cas muttered nervously.

"Nonsense, son; the two of you will earn an additional $50,000 if you agree to sign a contract."

"You don't have to pay me to be Clarence's fake girlfriend. I will fuck him for free." Meg ran her fingers down Cas' jaw.

"Watch your language, young lady," Zachariah reprimanded her.

Meg rolled her eyes. "How long would this arrangement last?" Castiel inquired.

"The contract has been set up for three months. We just need you two to be seen at social functions around town together. That will give us some buzz online. I will make sure to have paparazzi at the gatherings you attend."

Castiel tapped his fingers on his lap. God fifty grand sounded great but that meant Meg would be trying harder to get in his pants. Also, this would add a crease to his and Dean's weekends. Castiel never realized how fun sex could be. He was always so focused on pleasuring Daniel most of the time; he didn't enjoy the sex act. With Dean things were the polar opposite. The two of them added different things to their sex lives.

Cas loved dry humping Dean while the Winchester wore only a pair of satin panties. He'd make Dean come in the underwear. Castiel savored the sensation of the satin sliding against his own skin. "Yoo Hoo! Earth to Castiel!" Zachariah clicked two fingers inside of Castiel's eyes.

"Sorry, sir, I was thinking about your proposition." Cas lied. Thankfully the waiter returned with their meals. Castiel scarfed his down.

"So what are your answers? Well we know Ms. Masters is game. What about you, Novak?" Zachariah's bovine eyes zeroed in on Castiel. "The show's fate may well depend on your decision."

Cas finally spoke. "But why us? Balthazar and Jo would make a convincing couple."

Zachariah shook his head. "The two of you complement each other in looks and there is chemistry."

"I couldn't agree more," Meg piped in. Castiel narrowed his eyes at her.

"Megan, you must remember this will be a fictional relationship. So keep your hands off Castiel, when you aren't at events. Are we clear?"

Meg nodded. "Of course, sir"

"We are waiting, Castiel. What is your decision? The premiere for the new Ben Affleck spy thriller is tomorrow night and I finagled the two of you invites. So what will it be, Novak?" Zach and Meg stared at Castiel, as he squirmed in his chair.

Sorry this chapter turned out to be basically porn with no plot.