Now that I finished my other fic, I will be able to devote more time to this one. Thanks for the reviews and alerts. :)
"Why do I feel as if I just sold my soul to the Devil?" Castiel thought out loud as he carried his ten speed bike up the stairs to his apartment. The actor did all he could to help the Earth's environment. So he rode his bike around the city most of the time.
Castiel opened the door which led to the floor he lived in. He turned the corner and was greeted by Dean, who sat Indian style in front of his apartment's door. The taller man's forest green eyes brightened as soon as they caught sight of his best friend. Dean hopped up and waived two tickets in front of Cas.
Cas' mood lightened up considerably. Dean was the only person, who was able to lift his spirits at the drop of a hat just by smiling at him. "You got here fast," the dark haired man said while unlocking the front door with a key.
"Your text sounded ominous," Dean replied as he leaned against the wall.
Castiel smirked. "Hanging out with me is improving your vocabulary, Winchester."
He opened the door wide and gestured for his best friend to enter first. "Bite me, Cas"
"Maybe later"
Dean plopped himself on the couch. He waved the tickets enthusiastically. "Aren't you going to ask me what these babies are for?"
Castiel returned the bicycle to its resting area inside a hallway closet. "Want something to drink? I am parched." He wiped sweat from his brow and lifted his shirt over his head. He was in desperate need of a shower.
"Yeah" Dean followed his closest friend to the kitchen.
Castiel retrieved two small Gatorade bottles from the refrigerator and tossed one over to Dean. Cas drank his bottle in under two minutes. Dean took a sip before placing the container over the counter. He rested his elbows against it. He bounced on the heels of his feet.
"Okay, Thumper what are the tickets for?" Castiel grinned at his friend's childish antics.
"I know you've got a thing for young Clint Eastwood. So I got us tickets to this afternoon's Man with No Name marathon over at El Capitan Theater."
"Thanks, you sure know how to spoil a girl," Cas batted his thick dark lashes at Dean. "What time does it start? I need to shower first."
"Three o'clock" Dean ogled Cas' muscular chest. Castiel wiped perspiration which streamed down his torso with the shirt he'd removed a while ago.
"Dude, you haven't told me why Master Zachariah summoned you today?"
"Oh that" Castiel sat on one of the two chairs from the small kitchen table.
Dean frowned and joined his friend. "Was it that bad?"
Castiel plucked from his pants' pocket a copy of the contract he and Meg signed earlier in Zachariah's office and handed it to his best friend. Dean's eyes scanned the document from side to side while his lips moved reading the words. "Are you for fucking real?"
Cas nodded. "Dean, anyone would have accepted. We don't know that the show will get picked up for an entire season. This money will be a good nest egg. In case the show bombs I won't have to worry about finding employment for a while."
"I still don't like it, Cas. Meg is gonna have more access to try to sink her claws in you. And we won't be able to hang out as much. I bet Zachy Boy will arrange a whole bunch of shit for the two of you to attend together."
"You're my best friend and I will not stop hanging out with you. We're going out tonight aren't we? Anyways the only thing on the Megstiel social calendar is tomorrow night's premiere and a prom photo shoot for Seventeen magazine." Castiel cringed.
"Seventeen magazine? Oh Zachy really wants to promote the show wherever he can. Wouldn't it make sense to have Jo pose with you instead of Meg for the prom thingy? She is your love interest on the show." Dean suggested.
"Actually you and Jo will be part of the photo shoot, as well. He paid for a reporter to interview Meg and me about our blossoming romance. The article will accompany the prom spread." Castiel rolled his eyes. "God, all of this makes me want to vomit."
"You and me both, buddy." Dean pulled at his hair. He kept forgetting he'd had it cut weeks ago. The actor didn't tell Cas but he missed it. The reason being, Castiel had a hair pulling kink which turned Dean on quicker than flipping a light switch.
"Give me fifteen minutes to get ready and thanks for getting the tickets." Castiel kissed Dean's cheek on his way out of the kitchen.
The marathon was over at one in the morning. Castiel and Dean stretched their arms upon getting out of their seats. Cas showed his appreciation to his best friend by dragging him to the men's room and giving him a blow job which literally left the Winchester weak in the knees. After gorging on cherry pie and black coffee at a 24 hour diner, the friends parted ways.
Castiel dreaded attending the premiere with Meg the following evening. He opened the closet and picked the first items his hands landed on: black jeans, sky blue button down and a black leather jacket. For footwear he decided on black boots. He skipped on hair gel and towel dried his wild hair. Cas didn't bother combing or running his hands through the thick locks.
His cell phone rang to "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks. It was Meg's ringtone. Castiel scowled. "Hello, Meg"
"Don't bust a nut over your excitement, Clarence," Meg chuckled huskily. "I'm outside of your building. Zachy rented us a Mercedes. We're hitting the premiere in style."
"I'll be right there," Castiel didn't allow her to talk because he hung up on her. He pinched the bridge of his nose and whispered, "Serenity now"
The young couple emerged from the black Mercedes. Only a few of the paparazzi and press paid them attention. Luckily, Zachariah happened to be waiting for them by the red carpet. He gave the youngsters a shark smile and turned to the press. "Allow me to introduce two stars from my new fall show, Eclipse...Meg Masters and Castiel Novak."
Camera flashes scattered around like fireworks, blinding the actors. The two of them weren't used to this type of attention. Meg got hold of Cas' left hand and gripped it hard. The short silver dress she donned shimmered under all the lights. She waved saucily at one of the photographers, who asked her to pose on her own.
Castiel stood a few feet away. He actually wanted Meg, pain in the ass she was to enjoy her time in the spotlight. The petite brunette looked sexy but all of her attributes were lost on Cas. Several photographers took pictures of Castiel. "The camera loves this one," a tall red haired female paparazzo shared with a co-worker from TMZ. "Over here, Castiel!"
"Give me a smile, sweetheart," she instructed the Hollywood newcomer.
Cas did as told. "Now put your hands in your pockets and stand to the side." Castiel obeyed. "Ooh yes, that's it," Abaddon purred. She was known as the demon queen of the paparazzi. No one messed with her.
Zachariah whispered in her ear. "Meg and Castiel started dating after the pilot was shot. Why don't you take some pics of the lovebirds together?" He slipped a thousand dollar bill in her burgundy leather jacket. Abaddon smirked.
The network Prez disappeared once Meg snaked an arm around her fictitious boyfriend's hips. She cozied herself up to Castiel more and placed a hand over his chest. Cas deserved an Oscar for acting enamored of the little harlot. As word spread of who they were, more photographers photographed them. Even a TV reporter for Entertainment Weekly asked the duo a few questions.
Naomi, who represented both actors scooted them to enter the theater where the premiere for the romantic comedy was to take place. "The press loved you guys," she beamed at her clients and gave them thumbs up.
As Meg held Cas' hand and led him inside, her orbs landed on a sexy couple standing a few feet from them. A dark haired man was being interviewed by Access Hollywood. The blond shorter one cut in and must have said something funny because the reporter laughed. Her brow furrowed. "Hey aren't those the two clowns you and Dean fought at the bar?"
Castiel's electric blue orbs bulged out reminding Meg of round blueberry pies. Cas swallowed hard. He couldn't afford for those two weasels to rat him out and spill the beans about his sexual orientation. Zachariah would crucify him. He noticed Henry's gaze was almost upon them. Cas panicked and did the first thing that came to mind. He planted his hands over Meg's waist and kissed her hard on the lips. Now his back was to Henry, the two timing snake. The moron would not be able to identify him.
Once he knew the snog had gone long enough, Castiel gently shoved Meg away from his person and discreetly wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his leather jacket. Meg was still recuperating from the scorching kiss. "Damn Clarence...I like it when you're rough."
Castiel glanced towards where the two timing duo was being interviewed and breathed deeply. The two bastards must have already been escorted inside the theater. He roughly grabbed Meg's hand and led her inside. Fortunately, Henry and Daniel were seated at the front. Meg and his seats were almost at the back of the screening room. This made things easier for Cas. Once the movie ended, he would rocket outside before being seen by Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb.
Cas was relieved an hour and a half later, when the rom com was over. It was so freaking cliché, the actor wanted to gouge his eyes out with Meg's stilettos. He and his co-star rushed out of the theater and hopped in the Mercedes which thankfully waited for them. Since his apartment building was located closer to the theater than Meg's place, Castiel instructed the driver to drop him off first.
Once the sleek automobile was parked at the curb outside of his building, Castiel opened the door and got out. As he was turning to say good night to Meg, she startled him by vacating the car, too.
"What are you doing?" Castiel was close to hyperventilating.
"Come on, Clarence...after that sizzling smooch we shared earlier...let's not let the night go to waste."
Castiel glanced at the driver for help but the man winked at him and sped away once Cas closed the back door. "I'm really tired, Meg. Why don't I call you a cab?"
Meg linked her arm with his. She plastered herself against his torso. The woman had the audacity to lean on the tip of her toes and purred in his ear. "Don't be an ill-mannered host and invite me in!" She pulled him hard against her.
Castiel was so horrified; he hadn't seen Dean's Impala parked across the street. The couple took the elevator up. Meg wrapped her arms around Castiel's waist and leaned her head against his back. "You smell so damn good, Clarence. I can't get enough of your heavenly scent."
The frustrated male tried to push her from him to no avail. The woman was like an octopus on steroids. He finagled his keys from the leather jacket and unlocked the door. He switched the lights on and leapt in midair. Dean lay with legs wide open on the couch. He jerked off wearing only a pair of brown leather riding chaps.
Castiel thought to himself that if he didn't suffer a heart attack tonight; he never would. "Meg," he screamed in a high note.
Dean sported a frightened look in his eyes now and jumped from the couch faster than Jackie Joyner- Kersee. He disappeared into Cas' bedroom. Castiel looked back and exhaled for the first time since turning on the lights. Meg hadn't seen a thing. She remained holding on to his back.
He fake yawned and stretched his arms up. "I don't want to be rude but I really need to hit the hay."
"I'll join you, sexy." Meg pouted, when Castiel extracted himself from her fervent hold.
"Really, Meg; I have an early morning commercial audition tomorrow." Castiel was losing patience. God this woman was an annoying pest! Couldn't she grow a brain and get a hint he wasn't interested in her sexually?!
She invited herself in and sat on the couch. Castiel strolled towards her and checked the sofa for any residue. His tense shoulders slumped after seeing the couch was spotless. "How about you get us something to drink and I am not referring to Diet Pepsi." Meg leered at him. She removed her stilettos and headed to the entertainment system. Meg turned on the iPod and smirked. She strolled down the artists. "Didn't take you for a Barbra Streisand, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga and Madonna fan, Clarence" She opted for Madonna's "Give it to Me".
Meg motioned for Cas to dance with her. He rubbed the back of his neck. Now Dean was going to mock him for his taste in music. "I'm not good at it."
"Stop being a baby!" She tugged him towards her. Cas almost toppled over her.
Meg ground her hips against Cas'. She glued herself to him. Her hands sunk into his butt cheeks. "Come on, move those sexy hips, boy!" She slapped his ass. Castiel gasped.
The brunette started her own modern day retelling of Dirty Dancing. She sunk her small white teeth into her plump lower lip. Meg planted her hands on the sides of Cas' hips and swung them for him. "You dance as if a stick was rammed up your delectable ass...loosen up."
"How about I get us something to drink now," Castiel muttered.
"Oh no, you're not going anywhere!" She rubbed her vagina against his flaccid dick. The short skirt of her metallic dress rode up revealing her pale thighs and red thong. Castiel squirmed seeing the woman didn't believe in doing maintenance on her shrubbery.
Eureka! This was his way out of this dire predicament. He shoved Meg on the couch. "Sorry Meg but a hairy bush is a major turn off for me." He turned away from her.
"What?!" She slouched on the couch and lowered her skirt. "Then lend me a razor and I will solve the problem!"
"I ran out."
Meg was about to say something but Dean chose that moment to make his presence known. He wore a grey AC DC shirt and faded jeans. The blond walked towards them barefoot. "Back so soon kiddies?" He dropped himself next to Meg.
"What are you doing here, Winchester?" Meg glared at him.
"My apartment is being fumigated. So my home boy invited me to stay here until I can go back to my pad." Dean plopped his feet on the coffee table. "Want to order a pizza?" He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. He settled on an episode of Torchwood.
"Pizza sounds great! You in, Meg?" Castiel finally glanced at the thunderous brunette. It was obvious she wanted to throttle Dean on the spot.
"I've lost my appetite but I will make sure to buy an electric razor first thing tomorrow." She pulled on her stilettos.
Castiel was already calling for a cab before he opened the door for her. She rose on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. "Until next time, Clarence" She didn't even say bye to Dean.
Cas made sure to lock the door behind him. Dean turned off the TV and strolled over to the iPod. He laughed heartily. "What's so funny?" Castiel asked, as he stood next to his best friend.
"Streisand, Madonna, Gaga...I can go on. Really, Cas? This is like a stereotypical gay man's playlist. Meg is dumber than I thought. Any person with a brain would have put two and two together." Dean wiped a tear from his cheek.
Castiel scowled at him and crossed his arms. "Hey don't mock my music. Madonna is an icon and Barbra is a fucking legend!"
Dean sobered up. "Aw don't be mad, babe." He tried holding Cas' arms but the shorter man sauntered off. "I hate to admit but I don't mind Madonna's early work."
Castiel froze and turned to look at his best friend. "Yeah right; you only listen to classic rock."
Dean blushed. "Take a Bow and the Power of Goodbye are her best ballads. You can never go wrong with Like a Virgin and Open Your Heart." He nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
Castiel smirked and walked over to him. "Dean Winchester is a closeted Madonna fan? Is the world coming to an end?" He held Dean's neck and pulled him close. Dean closed the space between them and kissed Cas longingly.
Cas broke the kiss. "That makes you hotter than you already are." He kissed Dean one more time before strolling into his bedroom.
Dean turned off the iPod and prepared them a snack before joining his friend. When he entered Cas' room, Dean dropped the tray. The food and drinks splattered all over the place. The Winchester swallowed hard. Castiel knelt in the middle of the bed wearing the leather chaps. He held rope in his hands. A black Stetson adorned the top of his head.
"I need to wrangle in a feisty Bronco," he stated with an adorable Texan twang.
Dean allowed for the blue eyed man to toss the rope around him and pull him to the center of the bed. "Where did you learn how to do that?" Dean asked as he playfully nibbled one of Castiel's exposed ass cheeks. He swatted the other one with his right hand.
"If you tell anyone I will kill you." Castiel threatened Dean.
"Cross my heart and hope to die," Dean said as he helped Cas undress him.
"I was a junior rodeo champ, when I was thirteen."
"Oh really...those skills sure come in handy now." Dean kissed Castiel hungrily. Cas fetched lube from under a pillow. He threw the packet to Dean, who immediately tore it open with his teeth and squirted it on his fingers.
The rope remained tied snugly around his hips. He scissored Cas and when Castiel urged him, Dean's hands held on to the dark haired man's sinful hipbones. Castiel rode the hell out of his now tamed Bronco. After they climaxed practically simultaneously, the two men collapsed on the drenched mattress. The bedroom reeked of sweat and sex.
Castiel took his time removing the rope he'd lassoed around Dean. His ass was sore and slick with Dean's jizz but he wouldn't want it any other way. A message came into Cas' cell. Dean was massaging Castiel's ass.
"TMZ's website posted a pic of Meg and me at the premiere." Castiel clicked on the link, Naomi sent him.
His blue orbs took in their photograph. "I can't believe I'm about to say this but Zach was right we do look good together. I can see why he chose us."
Dean stopped his ministrations on Castiel's sore behind. He grabbed the phone from Cas. He glared at the picture. "I guess." He folded his arms behind his back and stared at the ceiling.