Castiel's cell started vibrating on the adjacent pillow. The blue eyed teen glared at the small electronic device. Dean's name appeared on the screen. "Hello," Cas said in a more gravellier voice.
"Fuck, Cas. Just hearing you talk so early in the morning is giving me wood."
"Dean, are you calling me for phone sex?" Castiel buried his head deeper into the comfortable pillow. He cocooned himself within the warmth of the bed's navy comforter. He wanted to rest as much as possible since he had to work this afternoon after school at the Millers. Afterwards he was scheduled at Mrs. Harris' residence. November 16th was right around the corner and he needed to come up with seven thousand dollars to pay the property taxes.
"Dude, are you there? I thought you hung up."
"Sorry, I have a busy day ahead."
"Aren't you going to let me in?" Dean asked right before tapping on Castiel's bedroom window.
"What the hell?" Castiel tossed the comforter aside as he sat on the bed. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head; exposing a patch of bronzed abdominal skin. This action was totally appreciated by Dean. He motioned with his head for his boyfriend to let him in.
Castiel jogged over to open the window. "What are you doing here?"
Dean finally entered Cas' bedroom carrying two caramel mochas from McDonalds. "Geez something tells me you're not a morning person." Dean handed Cas a mocha and kissed him hard on the lips. Castiel's frown evaporated.
He sipped the warm beverage. "Thanks"
"I brought the razor to fix your hair." Dean took a better look at Cas and laughed. "The Spock look has got to go. Come on babe, hop on over here. I'll have you back to your hot ass self in no time." Dean tapped the desk chair.
Dean plugged the razor and set up scissors on the desk. The two boys finished drinking their mochas. "Are you sure you know what you are doing? You can't blame me for being traumatized."
"Hey I would never make you look bad on purpose. Trust me…okay." Dean gave Cas Sam's infamous sad puppy eyes. The shorter teen sat on the seat.
Twenty five minutes later, Dean turned off the razor. He told Cas to see the finished product. Castiel wearily strolled over to the back of the closet door, where a mirror hung. He couldn't believe his eyes. He actually looked good. Dean stood behind him and enveloped his arms across Cas' waist. He propped his chin over Castiel's shoulder. "I told you I knew what I was doing. I went for the Sam Worthington in Terminator Salvation haircut." The blond sucked the side of his boyfriend's neck. "I gotta admit Worthington ain't got nothing on you." Dean mouthed into Cas' scorching skin.
Castiel pleasantly surprised him by shoving him on the bed. He joined Dean and the two of them started making out. "Why don't we skip school today? We can come back here after attendance is taken in homeroom. I can spend all day kissing you, Cas."
"We don't want to rouse suspicion remember?" Castiel whispered into Dean's mouth. He felt Dean's hard on through the other boy's jeans and his own pajama pants. Cas straddled Dean. The kissing intensified. He was in the process of removing Dean's Def Leppard t-shirt, when someone knocked on his bedroom door.
"Who's the cock blocker? If its Gabs I might just throw him out the window," Dean whispered into Cas' ear. He bit the lobe causing Cas to moan.
"Who is it?!" Cas yelled.
"Cas, Ethan and Balthazar are downstairs waiting for you. You start your morning jogs today," Gabs bellowed from the other side.
Castiel rolled his eyes. "Shit I forgot. Coach Crowley is making us train harder. I have to go." He bit his lower lip.
Dean pouted. "We can meet at the roof during lunch. No one ever goes there," Dean suggested as he kissed Cas one last time.
He was leaving out the window but Castiel stopped him. "Here…I got this for you. We're going to need it now." Dean smirked as he took a new Chapstick from Cas. Castiel grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him hungrily.
"I better go before I get a boner to end all boners," Dean said out of breath. Cas winked at him.
After the trio went jogging, Cas returned home to take a quick warm shower, get dressed and have breakfast. He informed Jimmy he could drive the Jeep today since Cas had to drive straight to work after school. The Jeep was equipped for Jimmy to drive it on his own. Gabs would have to pick Inais up from school. Cas had stuffed the leather pants inside his book bag. He would change once he arrived at the Millers' home.
Cas and Dean acted normal around their friends at school. They only made out for about ten minutes at the roof before joining their friends for lunch at the cafeteria. Castiel sat directly across from Dean at the table. No one mentioned anything about their physical appearance. Both teens sported red swollen lips and Cas' hair was pointing in all directions. Ethan did notice and made a mental note of telling the guys on their way to art class.
As Chuck regaled his friends with a never ending summary of his current Fringe fan fiction, Cas discreetly gazed at Dean. His boyfriend was enthralled in the fidgety teen's story telling. Castiel removed his right sneaker with his left foot. He leaned a bit forward on his seat and stretched his leg closer to Dean. His foot leisurely trailed up Dean's thigh. The blond whipped his head towards him. His forest green eyes widened. Dean gave him a What the Fuck look.
Cas' foot reached its intended destination, Dean's crotch area. The eldest Winchester jumped up a little. Castiel's foot rubbed against Dean's cock. The two of them stared at each other while their friends continued listening to Chuck babble. Castiel rubbed harder. Dean had to bite his lower lip to keep himself from groaning. Cas licked his lips. Dean didn't break eye contact with him as his boyfriend remained deliciously torturing him. He was not able to hold a loud moan as Cas brought him to climax. His underwear was now wet.
His friends turned to gawk at him. Dean swallowed hard. He slid languidly down the chair with a satisfied glassy look in his eyes. "Fuck Chuck…that fan fic sounds awesome."
Castiel's foot rubbed his crotch one last time. "It's so fucking good, man." Dean somewhat moaned.
Chuck was in shock someone was extremely enthusiastic about his work. "Thanks, dude. I'll send you the link later today."
Dean winked at his friend. "Can't wait" He scowled at his boyfriend, who gazed at him innocently with his big baby blues. He'll get back at him somehow. Dean excused himself and headed to the boys' bathroom. He locked himself in a stall and threw his boxers away in the wastebasket. When he came out, Dean wasn't surprised to find Castiel leaning against the wall.
"You little punk…you're not helping with the whole discretion deal."
"I wanted to give you something. You're always coming to my family's rescue. After all, you are Batman. It's about time someone gave you a reward for all of your heroics," Cas whispered in Dean's ear. His mouth trailed hot/damp kisses on Dean's jaw. He bit him. Dean lost all control and pushed Cas against the wall. He cupped Castiel's face and lightly brushed his tongue along his puffy lips. Cas purred causing Dean to laugh.
"I want you so fucking bad, Cas," Dean muttered in between frenzied kisses. Cas held on to the taller teen's firm ass. All of a sudden, they heard male voices heading to the bathroom. Cas locked himself in a stall and Dean washed his hands. Sam, Gabs, Kevin and Garth entered talking about the latest episode of Dr. Who.
"Hey, kids." Dean nodded at his baby brother and his friends.
"Dean, can I go to Garth's this Saturday? His aunt got all of us tickets to Wicked."
"Sure, Sammy" Great maybe Cas and I can have some alone time Saturday night.
"Cool…we can meet at five for dinner at Five Brothers," Sam told his friends, who all agreed.
Castiel emerged from the stall. His eyes landed on his brother. He hoped Gabs couldn't tell anything had been going on between him and Dean. He headed to the sink. "Hey, fancy meeting you boys here. Don't forget to wash your hands with soap after you do what you have to do in here." Dean felt like throttling his neck.
"It's a public bathroom, Cassie. Why are you acting weirder than usual?" Gabs inquired.
"I want you to have good hygiene…sue me." Castiel ruffled his younger brother's hair.
"Anyways we'll see you munchkins later," Dean said as he escorted his boyfriend out of the restroom. He pushed him outside. "What the hell is the matter with you? Gabriel and everyone else are going to put two and two together. Cas, you have to act normal, man."
"I know. I'm being stupid. I promise not to mess things up. I've never dated someone on the down low."
"Let's get our asses to art class."
Dean drove Sam to McDonalds since the young moose was craving a grilled Southwest salad. Dean himself was salivating for a double Quarter Pounder with cheese combo. As they pulled into the drive thru, Dean almost gagged. "Damn it, Sam! What is the second rule one has to comply with when riding in my baby?"
Sam sunk down in the passenger seat. The fourteen year old murmured, "No farting and if it's a matter of life and death, roll the window down." He did just that. Dean already had rolled his down and put his head out of the Impala.
"Seriously man, what did you have for lunch…a sulfur sandwich?" He gagged again. "The poisonous fumes are clinging to my baby!"
Sam wasn't going to admit that the stench reminded him of rotten eggs and cabbage. "I apologize ok but I had to pass gas. I read online that people are admitted into the ER because they hold gas for a long time. I don't want you to take me to the hospital because of excruciating pain and have the doctors diagnose me with a case of holding a fart in."
"I would prefer that than going through the horrific ordeal of smelling one of your lethal farts! Did you have the bean burritos for lunch? You know damn well what happens when you eat them! I should make you walk home."
"Welcome to McDonalds…may I take your order," a bored voice said through the drive thru's intercom. Dean glared at Sammy. "I shouldn't feed you tonight."
"I said I was sorry."
Dean ordered their meals. Ten minutes later, the Winchesters arrived home. Dean left the windows down to air out the Impala. He didn't remain mad at his kid brother for long and the two siblings ate together in the kitchen. Dean texted Cas afterwards to see if they could meet somewhere for a while but his boyfriend replied he worked until eleven tonight. As a matter of fact he didn't have any days off between work and baseball practice.
For the remainder of the week, Castiel worked his butt off. Several of his clients made him mow the lawn and clean their pools wearing only leather pants. He was being exposed to the afternoon sun and barely had time to drink water. Cas hardly ate dinner. When he arrived home a little after eleven pm, he would do his homework and go to bed.
Friday afternoon Coach Crowley was being a tyrant. He made Cas do a body blade workout for an entire hour without any breaks in the middle of the atypical scorching November afternoon sun. Castiel started seeing dark spots thirty minutes into the workout. He felt completely drained of energy and his legs and arms were about to give up on him.
Ethan was jogging close by and immediately noticed his friend's pale demeanor. Cas was barely holding the body blade which hardly weighed anything. He headed towards Castiel just in the nick of time. The dark haired teen fainted.