I'm sorry, I really wanted this to be out sooner... I hope you like it. This is part two of the last chapter so follows on fairly directly. You may want to reread the last chapter so this makes more sense.

Dean really wished that he was better with words.

In an ideal world, when Cas approached him for the first time in weeks, he would have come up with a stunning apology and Cas would have instantly forgiven him. They would have smiled, flirted, then skipped part of the movie to find a secluded area and made out. Perhaps a bathroom stall – it was a movie theatre, it couldn't be that unusual, and Dean was the first to admit that he wasn't terribly classy. It would be the perfect place to be pinned up against a wall by Cas, hands unbuckling belts and fingers stroking neglected cocks...

But this wasn't an ideal world. Dean was nowhere near talented enough with words to form a decent apology, and he was far too nervous to attempt smiling or flirting.

However, his libido was uncontrollable, which was how he found himself skipping conversation entirely to launch himself at Cas like a man half starved.

The sensation of Cas's lips against his own was heavenly. That wasn't to say it was perfect. Cas tasted a little like onions and his face was scratchy from bad shaving. He hadn't been prepared for Dean's attack, so the angle was clumsy and their teeth clacked together more than once. But cliché as it sounded, it was like Dean had been reunited with a missing piece of his soul. How Cas had become that important so quickly he didn't want to contemplate.

The kiss lasted all of twenty seconds before someone roughly yanked Dean backwards, and he stumbled as he tried to regain his balance. He hoped he hadn't imagined the disappointed whine Cas let out at the separation.

"Tickets, lovebirds. Now please try to keep it PG during the film, there's only so many times I can cope with seeing someone's tongue down my cousin's throat." Gabe winked at the pair before vanishing.

Glancing around, Dean noticed that most of the others were heading inside as well. Half of them were sporting smirks as if they had anticipated this all along. It almost made Dean frown. They had no business being so invested in his and Cas's relationship. Apparently they had all forgotten the concept of privacy.

Dean turned to Cas, who had gone vey white. Dean frowned. What Gabe said hadn't been that bad, had it?

"I'm sorry." Cas suddenly exclaimed.

Dean was shocked. "What the fuck for?"

"I – I shouldn't have allowed you to do that. My impulses got the better of me. I apologise. It won't happen again."

A knife gouged into Dean's heart, tearing out the happiness that had been building there.

"But, Cas... look, I'm awful at this, in fact I'm a pretty awful person, but I'm so sorry-"

"No." Cas silenced him with a word. "I won't hear it. Dean, you screwed up and you tore me apart in the process. I know you didn't mean it, but I need time to move on. I'm very happy to be your friend, but I'm not ready to trust you again quite yet. Do you understand?"

Dean tried to make sense of his conflicted emotions. It made perfect sense. Dean had betrayed Cas in the lowest way possible, and now Cas needed to see that Dean was trustworthy again. But the problem was, Dean wasn't trustworthy. His past proved that a hundred times over. So even if Cas claimed to be giving Dean a second chance, what he was really doing was locking their relationship up and throwing away the key.

However, Dean was determined to put on a brace face until he got back home and could shut himself away. He could pretend for a few hours. Probably.

"Alright, Cas. I understand. If you want to sit with someone else, that's cool." Dean prayed that Castiel would choose to sit elsewhere. He wasn't sure he could remain in control of his impulses if he had to sit beside temptation himself in a darkened room for several hours.

"No, Dean. I still want to be your friend. Friends watch movies together. Shall we?" Cas clearly didn't see any potential problems here.

Dean silently cursed his life. "Sure." He wished he had time for a smoke to calm his nerves.

The biggest problem here wasn't even that Dean wanted Cas. It was that the earlier kiss proved that Cas liked Dean back too. With that knowledge, how the hell was Dean supposed to respect his friend's choices and not make a move?

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There should really be a book on how to sit next to your ex in an intimate setting without jumping their bones. Dean would read the hell out of something like that. It would certainly be much more useful than a lot of their compulsory reading for school – who needed to read books about Victorian village gossip? In fact, there should be a mandatory class on this sort of thing. Dean could think of several classes that were useless in comparison, what with the bizarre regulations around the American High School system.

The movie hadn't even started yet, and Dean was already itching to hold Cas's hand. It wasn't even a particularly sexual gesture. He had never been the sort of guy for hand holding, but apparently Cas was different. It was fucking ridiculous. If Dean caught his fingers inching towards Cas's one more time, he would beg Crowley for a pair of handcuffs so he couldn't succumb to temptation. That guy was more than likely to be a kinky son of a bitch.

Cas wasn't exactly making Dean's life easy either. He knew all the things that made Dean hot and bothered – they had dated for about two months – and he seemed to be subconsciously doing all of them. Or perhaps deliberately, because he had decided that Dean needed torturing. If so, it was simultaneously the best and worst idea for revenge that Dean had ever encountered. Dean didn't suffer from as many embarrassing public boners as he had once done (stupid teenage hormones) but this was one of the worst he could remember.

Cas's tongue shot out to caress his upper lip, and Dean shifted. Nope, this was officially the worst and most awkward boner he had ever had. If there weren't only five minutes before the movie started, he would already be locking himself in a toilet to jack off. He was so desperate for relief that he didn't even care if anyone saw him.

Well, he'd quite like Cas to see, so he might be tempted to move behind Dean and reach forward to cup his erection in one hand...

Dean swore under his breath, trying to tame his errant thoughts. They really were not helping the awkward situation. He knew his face was turning beet red, and if he wasn't careful then Cas would soon realise what was up (literally).

Wondering why he hadn't bought a large bucket of popcorn in case of this situation, Dean focused intently on the advert playing before him. He hadn't heard of any of the actors in the movie they were showcasing, nor did he particularly like the sound of the plot. However, anything was better than a graphic mental picture of everything he wanted Cas to do to him in a bathroom stall.

The start of the movie was such a relief Dean almost let out a sigh, but he avoided it at the last minute. That might cause Cas to look over, and Dean couldn't handle that. He had been excessively avoiding glancing in Cas's direction for a reason.

However, apparently Dean's powers of resistance were shit, because despite the awesomeness of the movie he soon found his eyes grazing over Cas's form.

He stopped short when he noticed the obvious bulge. His breath caught. Dean's entire world stopped.

That was impossible. Cas couldn't be sitting beside him, undeniably hard, in a movie theatre. When Dean couldn't touch. Dean's mind let off a silent scream.

So Dean was sitting here, desperately trying to hide his own arousal, when Cas was no better off. For fuck's sake. This situation was more than torture. It was his own personal hell.

For around a minute, Dean tried to ignore the problem. He glanced back at the movie, but the images blurred before him and the words turned to buzzing. He couldn't focus on anything but Cas – perfect Cas, who was subtly shifting next to him as if embarrassed.

Dean absent-mindedly licked his lips.

Cas's breath hitched.

Dean froze. That was it. Game on.

His self control frazzled, Dean sat back and widened his legs. He thanked some fictional deity that they were sat towards the back on an empty row, with no-one behind them. He ran his tongue over his lips again, slower this time, deliberately listening out for Cas's response.

Cas's breathing was heavier, there was no doubt about it. Dean risked a glance out of the corner of his eye, and his friend's cheeks were undeniably flushed. He was affected, strongly, and he wasn't telling Dean to stop either.

Time to up the ante then.

Not quite believing he was doing this, Dean slid one hand slowly onto his leg, resting it over his pants for a moment. He began to move it gradually upwards, fingers gliding over the material with purpose. He could feel his own breaths becoming shallow in anticipation, and partially in fear. He was in public for goodness sake! Dean was many things, but an exhibitionist wasn't normally one of them.

Cas let out a quiet whine, his frustration obvious. Dean could practically feel the waves of arousal emanating off the other boy. He flexed his fingers over his thigh, dragging the tease out of as long as possible.

Very deliberately, Dean brushed over his crotch with a feather-light touch, biting his own lip to stifle a groan.

Then he stood up, glancing back at Cas for a moment, and gathered all his courage before walking out of the room.

He had only taken two steps when someone grabbed his wrist and twisted him around.

"You are insufferable." Cas growled, before smashing their lips together with no kind of finesse. Their crotches ground against each other and Dean felt like passing out in pleasure.

"Bathroom," He hissed, pulling away for a moment.

Judging by the way Cas yanked him down the corridor, the other boy heartily approved of this statement.

It looked like Dean might get a second chance now after all.

Feedback would be amazing, as always.