Castiel arrived home from a long day at work to an empty apartment, surprise, surprise. He shrugged off his beige trench coat that Dean had given him for his birthday and hung it on the coat rack. Being in LA, there was no real need for a trench coat but it made Dean happy to see Castiel wear it and Castiel loved the coat so it was a win-win situation for him.

He sighed as he placed his keys into the bowl on the table next to the door; Dean isn't home. It doesn't come as much of a surprise as Dean's had spent most of his time working in the studio on his own thing for the past week. Their debut album was finished recording six months into them moving to LA with it set to be released in the next week and that was hard for Castiel and Dean. They barely saw each other and when they were together, Dean's mind was elsewhere. He often stopped halfway through a conversation to ring Sam with a new idea which left Castiel alone; again. Dean always made it up to him though. He left little surprises around the apartment for Castiel to find to let him know that Dean thought about him even if his actions said otherwise.

They fought, like every couple does; they weren't immune to that. However, their fights were never anything big. It usually started over something as menial as not turning the coffee machine off before leaving the apartment or Dean not cleaning the mirror after flossing his teeth. It was always stupid, meaningless arguments that never lead to anything other than sex. They had christened every room within the first week of moving into the apartment including the downstairs laundry room. Castiel's just glad that there's a lock on the door down there.

With the apartment paid for through Dean's contract, there was no real need for Castiel to get a job but he knew he would get bored and depressed if he just sat around all day waiting for Dean to come home. While he worked at the small bookstore back before they moved, Castiel knew he wanted to open his own store. The only issue was money. He knew he wouldn't be able to afford it right of the bat on his own so for the first three months of living in LA, Castiel found a bookstore to work at and saved money in hopes to eventually be able to rent his own store.

By month four, Castiel had almost got himself enough money to lease a small store not far from their apartment and his collection of books he started which filled the guest room – much to Dean's annoyance – was enough to start the store, when Gabriel rang. Castiel had kept in contact with his brother and rang him every other day plus Gabriel had helped them settle in to their apartment before he had to leave back to his job. His brother knew all about Castiel's plan and decided that he would fly out to LA for the weekend without telling him the reason. To make a long story short, Gabriel offered Castiel the rest of the money he needed for his store on the condition that he never mentioned it again and never tried to repay him. Castiel reluctantly accepted as he felt that his brother had already done enough for him but was soon apprehended by Gabriel who told him "I will never stop looking after you Cassie"

Within six months, Castiel and Dean's careers were in a great place, Castiel had his own store, the band's debut album was about to be released and if the success of their single that was released a few weeks earlier was anything to go by, the band was definitely going to succeed. The only thing that lacked was that they hadn't had an actual date in two months and with nothing more than a quick blowjob in the morning in a month they were both feeling the tension.

Castiel had had enough and picked up his phone to call Sam who would more than likely be at home with Jessica like Dean should be with Castiel. Sam seemed to have managed better with his personal life than Dean had. Of course, Castiel wasn't angry at Dean. How could he be? The band was Dean's life before Castiel and this was his dream. He just missed him and wanted at least some time for them to just be with each other without Dean having to rush off. Jess and Castiel had become pretty good friends with both their boyfriends lives pre-occupied with the band. They knew they were going to come second best for the moment with the new album being the bands baby. Castiel was pretty sure Dean had considered the Impala even second best to the album – scandal.

Sam finally picked up on the sixth ring

"Hey Cas, what's up?"

"Hello Sam. Are you still at the studio? Or is Dean there by himself?" Castiel greeted before he got straight to the point.

"I left him there about twenty minutes ago. He said he was going to do some stuff but yeah he's there by himself. Why what's up?" Sam questioned a hint of worry in his voice.

Castiel was quick to reassure him "Oh nothing, I was just going to go see him that's all and was wondering if you were going to be there or not"

"Why were you – oh wait no never mind" Sam stutters out and Castiel has to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing. "I'm just going to hang up now"

"You do that Sam. Goodbye" Castiel says as he held back a chuckle

"Yeah, cya Cas"

As soon as Sam hangs up, Castiel grabbed his keys and trench coat and was out the door without a second thought.

-
Dean loved LA his only regret? He doesn't get to see Cas enough. He hated being away from him for such long hours that when they do get time alone, they're usually too tired or have to get up early to do anything. Dean hated it but he knows that after he's done with his own project, he and Cas won't leave their bed for a week.

After a glance at the clock, Dean figured he'll leave in about twenty minutes. Sam left at least half an hour ago to go home to Jess and insisted Dean do the same and spend some time with Cas but Dean shook him off in favour of trying to finish up his project as fast as he can. He hasn't disclosed to anyone except Crowley, their now manager, what his secret project is but he knows Sam has probably guessed what he's doing. He isn't exactly discreet about it. He just hopes Cas doesn't find out.

He was sat on the stool, strumming his guitar in the studio with his headphones on, back to the sound booth lost in the world that is his music. He closes his eyes and tried to feel the music and let it flow through him and onto the paper like he has so many times before but for some reason just can't seem to do this time. Why are these emotions so hard to capture?

Warm arms enclosed around his waist and warm chapped lips pressed to the back of his neck startled him out of his daze but he knows straight away who they belong too and God how he's missed them. He leant back into the touch and smiled as he did so; slowly he placed his beloved guitar to the ground before things got out of hand. The arms around his waist moved up to his head and removed the headphones to discard them without nearly as much care as Dean did so with his guitar but before Dean can protest, there was a warm wet tongue inside his ear and warm words breathed inside

"Miss you so much baby" the low gravelly voice whispered "I think it's time we defiled the studio don't you?"

And how is Dean meant to say no to that? Turn down a good fucking from his amazing boyfriend in favour of trying to write a song he's failed to write for months? Hell no. Dean Winchester never turns down sex especially from his incredibly sexy, forgiving and amazingly patient boyfriend.

Dean twisted in his stool so he can face Cas and what he's greeted with turns him on to epic proportions. He wore the tan trench coat that Dean bought him for his birthday last November and nothing else.

"Fuck" is all Dean's able to get out before he got a lap full of Castiel and their lips are together for what feels like their first time in a heated kiss that's full of need, desperation and longing. Castiel's hands are everywhere; through his hair, up his shirt, before they pulled off his jeans as if the man has 6 pairs of hands and all of them are focused on Dean.

It's not long till Dean is matched to his boyfriend's attire wearing absolutely nothing and is sprawled on top of Cas on the floor where they unceremoniously fell when trying to rid Dean of his clothes. When the giggles stopped, it was straight back to what they both had craved for what felt like forever. That slide of skin on skin, the soft pants into each other's ears and the satisfaction of coming undone in the love of your life's arms is something they've wanted for so long they can't delay it any longer.

"Cas" Dean pants out as their hips grind against each other in increased rhythm wanting, needing release "Cas, sweetheart, you got lube? Please tell me you brought lube"

Dean's hand was grabbed and guided behind Cas as he replied "Don't need it" and Dean knew exactly what he meant as his fingers were pressed into Castiel's entrance to find it already slicked and stretched.

Dean groaned at the thought of Castiel slicking himself up "Damn Cas. When did you do that?"

"Just before" Castiel replied "Out there. Watching you" Castiel pointed behind them to the sound booth which Dean had had his back turned to before.

"Fuck" was all Dean could get out as Castiel once again surprised him with his sexual endeavours and kissed him with animalistic passion. This man was definitely going to kill him. Without a second thought, Dean pulled them both to their feet and pressed Castiel up against the glass that saw out into the sound booth. He hooped his elbows under Castiel's legs and heaved him up. Castiel quickly got with the play, and wrapped his legs around Dean and arms round his shoulders as their lips meant once again.

Dean couldn't take the wait any longer; he needed to be inside Castiel now. Dean strategically altered his grip and moved his right hand to grip around Castiel's back as he held him in place as his left hand before he gripped his shaft and guided it to Cas' entrance. His arm and thighs shook at the weight but his adrenaline took over and only faltered a little as he heard the streak of Castiel's sweat slick skin across the sound proof glass.

Castiel's hands had moved to Dean's shoulders and gripped tight enough that Dean knew he would have bruises tomorrow like he always did after he and Cas went at it - if it wasn't rough, it wasn't fun. Slowly, Dean released his tight grip on Cas' back to let the man sink down onto his cock. As the warm, tight heat enclosed around Dean, he couldn't help but groan. It was like coming home. God how he has missed this; being with Castiel in every way he could.

Warm pants of breath were being pressed into his neck where Castiel nuzzled as he adjusted. When Dean felt the warm wetness of a tongue licking and teeth biting down, he knew he was allowed to move now. Dean's hands gripped each of Castiel's ass cheeks while he rocked onto his toes to push further inside. He lifted Cas up off his cock almost all the way before he let him sink down again as he pushed himself up to meet Cas and damn if that felt good.

Keens and groans filled the room as the pace increased unsure who was making the noise but neither seemed to care. This is what they needed. They needed to be together in every way for either to be happy.

The glass behind them started to fog with the heat from their joined bodies which caused the sound of Castiel's skin as it streaked across the glass become louder which was strangely erotic for Dean. He wanted to hear the noise more so he increased his pace and lifted and sunk Castiel down while he met the man with increased force. He wanted to reach his conclusion but was caught in between with wanting this to last. But that would have to be another time as Castiel's cock was hard and leaked profusely between their heated bodies and the heat pooled in Dean's spine, there was no way this was going to last much longer

"Dean" Castiel keened "Dean please I – "

"Touch yourself Cas" Dean interrupted. As Dean held Castiel up as he bounced on his cock, he wouldn't be able to get Cas off himself like he desperately wanted to.

With a thud, Castiel's head lolled back onto the glass as his hand enclosed around his cock and pumped in time with Dean's thrusts. Dean moved his hands to Castiel's hips and pushed him into the glass holding him in place while he rocked on his feet to pump into Cas with increased power as he wanted to reach his end at the same time as Castiel. He knew that with the angle, he was hitting Castiel's bundle of nerves on every thrust and Castiel barely controlled his body with the pleasure. His hand started to falter and his mouth opened as his orgasm was ripped from him and spurted over his hand and stomach. Dean watched in awe as Castiel plummeted over the edge. The man was gorgeous like this and it was all for Dean. As Castiel clenched down, Dean hit the edge himself with a few more thrusts and followed over the precipice barely able to keep upright as he pumped into Castiel.

His lover went limp in his arms and collapsed onto Dean's torso while he panted into his neck as they both came down from their orgasms. Dean buckled under the weight as his limp muscles couldn't hold them both up anymore and they fell to the floor with a thud. Dean was way top out of it to care and Castiel didn't seem to have noticed.

When their breathing and heart rates finally evened out, Castiel leant up onto his hands and hovered over Dean with a huge smile on his face which Dean couldn't help but return as he surged up and locked his lips with Castiel's in a slow, lazy kiss.

"We are not waiting that long ever again" Castiel scowled as he parted from Dean. Dean chuckled at Castiel. He was unbelievably adorable when he scowled. "Why are you laughing?" Castiel questioned "It's been two fucking months since we've done anything more than a quick blow job or hand job"

Dean's smile faltered then. Cas was angry and Dean was quick to try and rectify that "I know honey, I'm so sorry. When the album comes out next week, I'll be done here and then I'm all yours. I promise"

"Promise?" Castiel asked with such innocence it was hard to believe they'd just fucked against a window in the studio.

Dean nodded in reply "Promise sweetheart" To assure Castiel he meant what he said, he locked their lips together and hoped that he could say with his tongue what he couldn't put into words. It seemed to work as when they parted, Castiel's smile was back in place as he slowly nestled back into Dean's chest.

"I love you Dean" Castiel mumbled into his chest

"I love you too Cas" Dean replied as he placed a kiss to the top of Castiel's head.

Dean reached over to grab Castiel's discarded trench coat to drape across their bodies before they fell asleep in each other's arms on the studio floor.

"Hey Cas" Dean asked somewhat lazily about to doze off when he got a soft 'hm' in reply, he knew Cas was about to doze of himself "Where are the rest of your clothes?"

"In the sound booth" came the reply

"Crowley's going to kill me when he finds out" Dean says aloud more to himself than to Cas.

"Well" Castiel replied as he lifted himself up again to look Dean in the eye "We just won't let him find out"

"And how do you suppose we do that? Your ass is imprinted on the window"

"And whose fault is that?" Castiel replied with a smirk "Come on" Castiel says as he made a move to stand to his feet "Let's head home. Then they won't know it was us"

Once he's on his feet, Castiel turned and headed to the door to the booth. Dean watched him as he goes and saw his cum drip from between Castiel's cheeks as his hips sway. Dean groaned at the sight. "Fuck Cas, you're so fucking gorgeous"

"I know" came the cheeky reply before he's out the door and Dean can see him pick up his clothes and slowly put them back on. Dean takes the motion to move and did the same himself.

Dean packed up his gear before they left. He put his guitar in its case and headphones back where they were supposed to be. He left the booth to find Castiel sat in the chair in front of the sound desk which had all the recordings Dean had done for his personal project on the computer screen. Dean cursed himself internally. Maybe Castiel hadn't noticed but that was a fat chance seeing the way Castiel now looked at Dean with confusion and question in his eyes as he wanted to know what Dean was doing.

"Dean," Castiel began "What are you working on?"

It was the first time Castiel had actually asked what Dean was doing at the studio. When the album was done and Dean told Castiel he was still going to work on something else, Castiel had said nothing more on the subject and didn't ask anything more of Dean and respected his space. That's another thing Dean loved about Castiel; he knew when to give Dean space.

"Uhm" Dean stuttered out not knowing how to answer "It's just, uhh it's nothing. Just forget about it" Dean finally got out before he turned off the computer screen and the sound desk. "Let's just go home" he finished as he plastered a hopefully reassuring smile on his face but Castiel saw right through it like he always did.

"Are you making your own album?"

Fuck. Now he had to tell Cas everything. There was no backing out now.

Dean let out a shaky breath "Yes"

"And it's about me isn't it?"

Fuck. Why did his boyfriend have to be so fucking smart?

"Yes" Dean replied once again as he felt his cheeks burn up as he blushed unable to look Castiel in the eye instead stared down at his boots where he still hadn't tied the laces.

Warm hands pressed into his cheeks which brought his head upwards. Castiel's eyes were filled with adoration and tears. This had Dean confused, why was Castiel crying? He thought that Castiel would be angry that Dean breached their privacy and let people know Castiel's story and hadn't asked Castiel if he was okay with it. Warm lips pressed against his in a slow loving kiss that told Dean so much more than he'd ever felt with Castiel before. Castiel was definitely okay with Dean writing this album.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" he asked as they parted

Dean shrugged "I don't know. I just thought maybe you didn't want me to write about your life or something"

"You, Dean Winchester, are an absolute idiot. Do you know how I feel knowing that while you're in here your thinking about me? Writing about me? Singing about me?" When Dean shook his head Castiel continued "You make me feel like the most loved person in the world, Dean. I am humbled to think that you feel that you can write an album about me."

"So you're not angry?" Dean asked hesitantly which earned a chuckle from Castiel

"No of course not you Neanderthal. I love you. I could never be angry at you unless you don't clean the mirror after you floss one more time. Seriously Dean what the fuck do you eat?"

Dean shut him up with a kiss and a note to himself to always wash the mirror he definitely did not want Cas angry at him.

"Come on," Castiel said with a pull to Dean's hand "Let's go home"