Castiel hardly slept. He was nervous for Dean's massive game mixed with worry that Dean was angry at him and it would distract him from the game. He stared at the ceiling thinking of ways he could fix it but not even sure what he had exactly done wrong. He ran the events of the day through his mind over and over.

So we had a moment in art class where we had complimented each other's drawings and everything was fine and I took him to the closet and sucked him off which he definitely enjoyed. Maybe he just didn't like the idea of doing it at school? But he didn't seem to protest as I dragged him in there so it can't be that. What the fuck did I do then?

Castiel's eyes widened at the realisation that he had told Dean that he was ready for the next step. That he was ready for Dean to take him and when he had voiced it, Dean had been shell-shocked. Fuck. He's not ready. Shit. Ok, I'll just talk to him and just tell him that we'll only do it when he's ready. Uh fuck, I really fucked up. Just breathe Castiel it will be fine.

He rolled over to glance at his clock noticing it was almost time for Dean's morning message. He grabbed his phone in anticipation and hoped that Dean would actually message him and not be too upset to not send it. His doubts were soon pushed aside as his phone vibrated in his hand. The smile that spread across his lips couldn't be matched to any other.

Morning Cas ;) Call me

Castiel didn't hesitate in pushing the call button and ringing Dean. He needed to clear the air sooner rather than later. He'd prefer not to do this over the phone but it was better than doing it at the game when he was trying to focus and would probably end up distracting him. It was now or wait until after the game and run the risk of already having distracted him and it causes him to play badly. If they lose because I've distracted his thoughts I'll never forgive myself and he won't forgive me either so I've got to do this now.

After two rings Dean picked up the phone

"Hey Cas" Dean spoke softly

"Hello Dean," Castiel started to reply "Can we talk about yesterday?" he continued hesitantly

"Yeah, we can" he replied in defeat

Castiel took a deep breath and spoke what was on his mind "Dean, I know you're freaking out about what I said. I just… God I wish this wasn't over the phone"

"Come outside Cas"

Castiel's eyes widened at the words "Huh? Why? Wait are you here?"

Dean chuckled "No Cas, I just want you to go outside for the fun of it. Hurry up and get your ass out here so we can talk face to face. Like you I'd rather not say what I have to say over the phone"

It took Castiel a few seconds to realise that Dean had hung up. Castiel flicked his legs out and planted his feet on the floor. He grabbed his tee from the previous day that was lying discarded on the floor and pulled it over his head not worrying about putting on pants over his boxers before running downstairs as quietly but as quickly as he could.

He reached the door and flung it open to find Dean waiting on the porch with a grin on his face. Castiel took a moment to assess the sight in front of him. Dean was wearing running tracks and a grey shirt saturated with sweat. He finally returned his glance back to Dean's face to see him wiggling his eyebrows with a smirk.

"Like what you see?" he said teasingly

Castiel let out a little huff of a laugh "Maybe you should do this more often? Did you run here?" he asked stepping out of the doorway and closing the door behind him.

"Yeah, I did" Dean began before his smirk faded and shifted his glance to his feet. His hand moved to the back of his neck and Castiel knew he was going to start talking about yesterday. "I just had to see you. I hardly slept last night because of yesterday and I was complete idiot. I'm sorry"

Castiel stepped forward into Dean's personal space and placed his right hand on his chin to raise his head up to meet his eyes "Hey it's ok, it was my fault. We hadn't even talked about that and I didn't even think about the fact that you might not be ready for it"

Dean returned his glance to the ground and mumbled something inaudible towards their feet.

"Dean, I can't hear you. Can you look at me, please?"

Dean slowly returned his head upwards and locked his green eyes with blue "I love you"

Castiel froze did I hear that right? He loves me? He fucking loves me? Fuck Castiel say something he's going to think you're freaking out on him. Say something SAY SOMETHING. Castiel opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

Dean turned away at Castiel's lack of reply "Fuck. I knew it was too soon. Fuck. Just forget it Cas. I'll see you later." Dean went to walk down the steps and before he stood down Castiel flung his hand out and grabbed Dean's shoulder spinning him round to face him before planting his lips to Dean's in a tender loving kiss hopefully betraying everything his mind refused to speak.

Castiel pulled back breathless and panting. Dean was staring right into his eyes waiting, expecting Castiel to say something, anything. "I love you too, Dean"

Dean's eyes lit up at Castiel's words and a smile that spread from ear to ear "You do? I know it's only been two weeks but fuck Cas, you're all I think about. When I'm not with you, I'm thinking about you and when I am with you I never want to leave and what happened yesterday, I just kinda freaked out. You know? You're totally ready for that next step and I was just freaked about the fact that I am too and I realised that I'm in love with you and I never want to be without you."

"Dean?" Castiel spoke after Dean's ramblings seemed to have finished

"Yeah Cas?"

"Shut up" Castiel leaped forward and closed the gap between them crashing their lips together in a sloppy, intimate kiss that seemed to last forever. Dean pushed Castiel backwards stumbling towards the house before thumping him against the door and pushing his hands through his hair.

Castiel groaned into the touch before grinding his hips towards Dean mewled at the friction. As they rutted together Castiel remembered he was standing on his front porch only wearing his boxers. Fuck it. I'm not stopping this. He reached his hand down to Dean's waistband and slid his tracks and boxers down freeing Dean's shaft before doing the same with his own. As their dicks brushed together their lips parted unable to keep together as they moaned at the touch.

"Fuck Cas, feels so good" Dean panted out before reaching down and placing his hand over both their shafts and starting to pump furiously chasing their orgasms.

"Nggghhh Dean. Don't stop. Fuuck" Castiel groaned as Dean pumped their shafts. He dropped his head back against the house with his eyes rolling in his head closing his eyes to get lost in the feeling. He felt the warm, wet feeling of Dean's tongue on his neck and the sharp bruising sensation as Dean sucked harder against the sensitive flesh.

Castiel kept bucking his hips into Dean's hand and he still drove them both toward their orgasms and before he knew it, they were keening each other's names as they came over Dean's hand.

Dean slumped against Castiel regaining his breath after his orgasmic high before bringing his hand up between them to evaluate the mess. Before Castiel knew what he was doing his tongue darted out and cleaned Dean's hand tasting the mix of their salty come together with the taste of Dean with his eyes locked on Dean's.

"Fuck that's so hot" Dean stuttered out causing Castiel smirk

"Well maybe you should run to my house more often and you would see a lot more" Castiel replied with a wink.

"Oh don't you worry I will be but as much as I don't want to, I've got to head back home. Dad will be wondering where I am and Sammy can only cover for me for so long"

"I understand. Go I'll see you at the game" Castiel said with a smile. He was so glad that he had sorted it out with Dean that he didn't care that had to leave him so soon. Dean stepped forward planting a lasting chaste kiss to Castiel's lips before stepping back again and running down the steps towards his home.

"See you later Cas" Dean called over his shoulder with a wink.

Castiel shook his head and smiled before heading inside. He headed back up to his room and collapsed on his bed "He fucking loves me" he said to the empty room before rolling over again to get some sleep before he had to be up for the game.

A/N Just a short update. So sorry I've been taking so long to update this. I finish up on Thursday and then I'm free to write as much as I can :P So I will be taking a little bit more time but I'm sure you guys can wait 4 days :P Please review and let me know if you want anything in particular to happen. Could help me out a little bit :)