So... like... peer pressure is a bitch. ;) I hope this is as good as the first chapter. Enjoy! xD
Dean isn't sure what to do. He's presented with quite the situation. The guy knows who he is. He knows who the guy is. They masturbated together last night. It wouldn't be Dean's first one night stand, but it would be Dean's most interesting. However, the guy was pretty hot and he didn't actually get to fuck him.
Dean pulled out his phone and quickly dialed the number as he bent down to pick up his little brown bag of blueberry muffin. He tossed the bag in the car and leaned against the open door, watching the coffee shop as he waited for the phone to start ringing. Instead of actual ringing, music started to play. He scoffed when he heard the lyrics to The Black Crowes' She Talks to Angels.
"Pfft. Not if she's calling you, she's not." The phone eventually went to voicemail.
"Hey, you've reached Castiel. Leave a message and I'll call you back. Thanks."
As soon as the beep stopped, Dean smirked. "Castiel, huh? Most definitely a better name than Jimmy, though not as awesome as Deanathan. How about instead of a good time we do lunch?"
Dean hung up the phone and got in the car. He cranked up Baby and looked back at the coffee shop. That was either the smartest thing or dumbest thing he's ever done. His brain took that moment to remind him of the pool game with the lesbians and he reasoned that calling Castiel might not have been the dumbest thing he'd ever done.
^O^
Dean was nervous. He wasn't sure why. He never got nervous. Dean had nerves of steel. Dean laughed in the face of danger. Yet, the second he got off the phone with Castiel confirming a lunch date at noon at a little café in town, he'd been sweating like a whore in church. Dean had never been on a date with a guy. Was this even a date? He'd had plenty of one night stands, a threesome or two, but never an actual date where he met a guy for lunch that he wanted to bang.
He wasn't sure how this worked.
The second Castiel walked into the café, Dean's eyes stayed glued to the table. He remembered the cute face to the guy behind the counter, but the body that went along with the face had gone unnoticed under the frumpy uniform he had on. However, the jeans and button down and vest that Castiel was wearing just made Dean sweat a little harder. Why was it so hot in this damned café anyway?
The chair scraping across the floor in front of him made Dean look up. His green eyes met Castiel's blue ones and Dean stopped breathing for a moment.
"Hi," Castiel said simply. As if Dean didn't anonymously call him for sex last night.
"Hey," Dean replied back. As if Dean didn't anonymously call him for sex last night.
Castiel's smirk turned into a smile and soon he blushed and that made Dean smile a little brighter. "This is… definitely unorthodox."
Dean scoffed. "Oh come on. This happens all the time, right?"
Castiel wasn't sure if Dean was joking but the second Dean's smile turned into a smirk, he knew he wasn't being serious. Castiel had been worried about the kind of guy Dean actually was. He wasn't sure what made him write down his real number on Dean's coffee cup. Maybe it was the work of God himself, but he did it and he regretted doing it… until just now.
Dean leaned forward. He had to know. The guy sitting in front of him looked like a pretty straight laced guy. He didn't look like he would be… a… phone sex operator. It's always the quiet ones, he guessed.
"So, Castiel – "
"Cas. You can call me Cas."
Dean liked Cas. "So, Cas, coffee shop barista by day and…"
"Yes," Cas stopped him before he said it out loud. He felt like he had a secret identity, like he was Batman, only instead of delivering justice, he delivered orgasms. The narrow eyed confused look on the man sitting across from him made him realize Dean wanted an explanation. "I, um, as cliché as I know this is going to sound, I actually am putting myself through college."
Dean bit his lips. He wanted to laugh. That was pretty clichéd. However, he knew it was rude to laugh and he was pretty positive that if he laughed, there would be no getting into Cas' pants. "Right," Dean said pointedly, his eyes a little bigger than usual as he held in his laughter.
Cas rolled his eyes. "You want to laugh. Laugh."
"No. What? No. I don't want to laugh. I mean," he snorted. "No."
Cas leaned forward, mocking Dean. "What about you, Deanathan? I'm willing to bet…" Cas trailed off as he looked Dean over, looking out the window at the old black muscle car sitting there on the street next to them. "I'm willing to bet," he started again as he locked eyes with Dean. "You're a mechanic and a womanizer, but what I find the most interesting is how you ended up on the other end of my line."
Dean smirked. "Well, I'm just full of surprises. Tell me, what are we betting here, exactly?"
Cas' eyes moved from Dean's down to his lips. Cas wasn't that type of guy. Just because he had a night job that dealt in sex didn't mean he actually participated with his clients. He played video games while they got their jollies off to his fake moans and generic sex fantasies. It's rather easy to slay dragons and fake an orgasm at the same time. Dean was the first person to actually make him pause his game. Dean was also the first person to make him save his process before cutting off the game to go masturbate, but that didn't mean Cas was going to just have sex with Dean. No matter if that's what he's been thinking about since last night.
Cas wasn't that type of guy, dammit!
Cas sat back in his chair. Dean intrigued him. Cas wasn't going to lie about that. He doubted Dean was the one or probably one to bring home to the folks, but Dean looked like he could be a good mistake.
"A date. I'm willing to bet you an actual date where you pay for the whole thing."
Dean chuckled. He knew that even if he lost he would still win. "I am a mechanic, but I wouldn't call me a womanizer. You could say I'm… that I'm into gender equality."
Cas laughed. He couldn't help it. Dean was cute. "Gender equality, huh?"
Dean gave a little shrug/nod. Cas would not let this man turn him into that kind of guy. "So, looks like I win," Dean said.
"Oh no, far from it. You may not be a womanizer, but you're what a womanizer would be if he were bisexual."
Dean smirked. "I like having fun. Sex is fun. If that makes me a… genderizer, then that's what I am."
"And I win."
"And you win."
Cas leaned back on the table. "So, there's this seafood restaurant that has the best catfish."
"Tonight? Sevenish?"
"Study group. Tomorrow," Cas told him as he grabbed the phone that was sitting beside Dean. He put in his number and called himself.
Dean was excited. He was going to get laid tomorrow night. The rut was over. The rut was finally over. He could've jumped up and praised Jesus, but he had to play it cool and praising Jesus for eventual sex in a crowded café was most definitely not playing it cool.
^O^
The rut was not over. The rut was the farthest thing from being over that it was unreal. How was he sitting here in his garage again, horny as hell, still not getting laid? He found himself staring at the peg holes of his tool wall again, getting irrationally angry that his hedge trimmer was still not in its place.
The date had gone great. Dean never understood why he never went on a date with a guy before. He'd look back on his past to try and figure it out, but he had more important things to worry about. For example, why wasn't he getting laid right now?
There was flirting. They shared dessert. There was actual apple pie sharing going on at their table. That was some monumental shit right there. Didn't Cas understand that? Then Dean drove Cas home and walked him to his door. The moment was there. The moment where you kiss and then go in the house and have a lot of sex. The kiss happened, but then Cas pulled away. Cas stopped the kiss. The kiss was great, why did Cas stop the kiss? Then Cas told him goodnight and that he'd call him tomorrow and then went into his apartment. Like, he actually told Dean goodnight and shut the door.
Dean couldn't get past that part. He had to have done something wrong. He needed to get out of his car and out of his garage. Dean went over the night, moment to moment, as he got ready for bed. Dean was a gentleman. He opened the doors for Cas. He poured their wine. Maybe Cas noticed he was trying to get him a little drunk? There was laughing and jokes and long gazes and Cas blushed a few times. The date was perfect. Dean hadn't been on a date as great as this in a really long time.
Dean sat down on the edge of his bed. His body was ready for sleep, but his mind was racing. Dean wasn't cocky – well, maybe a little cocky – but people never turned Dean down. Save for Cas. Dean decided he was going to call him tomorrow. He was going to find out where he went wrong with this date. He wasn't sure why he cared so damn much, but he did!
^O^
Cas had never wanted to be that kind of guy so much in his life as he did tonight. He backed away from his front door like it had the plague because standing on the other side of that door was definitely something that had gotten under his skin. Cas never really liked cocky pretty boys. It was like they knew they were hot and they felt the world should give them everything they wanted. He only wanted to ever give them a fist to the face, but Dean… Cas wanted to give Dean whatever he wanted.
But Cas wasn't that kind of guy. Cas wasn't the kind of guy to sleep with someone on the first date. No, Cas was someone that didn't do one night stands. He'd been hurt a few times and had done his share of hurting. One night stands were never a good thing where Cas' dick is involved. Cas swore off one night stands and he'd be damned if he'd let Dean Winchester change his mind.
Cas found himself walking back towards the door. What could it hurt, ya know? Just the once. Cas stopped himself. No, Cas wanted more than sex. Cas wanted a real relationship with feelings and cooking at home and movie nights and playing footsie under the covers. Cas was going to do this right. And if Dean wasn't the kind of guy that wanted feelings and cooking at home and movie nights and playing footsie under the covers then he'd just have to let him go.
Right?
Right, because Cas wasn't that kind of guy, goddammit!
Cas quickly got ready for bed. He grabbed some sleep medicine out of the bathroom cabinet and took a dose… and then another. He knew that being awake any longer would lead to him calling a certain green eyed, freckled face mechanic and that… was not who Cas was.
Cas got in bed and grabbed his phone. He made sure his alarm was set for work the next morning. He stared at his phone, his eyes getting heavy. He opened up his text messages and stared at Dean's name. What would a quick text hurt? Something simple that let Dean know he really did have a good time tonight. Cas started thinking about Dean and his fingers moved across the keyboard.
The phone fell on his chest as he passed out, unknowingly sending his message as it fell.
Oooo... what did the text message say? *le gasp*
We'll find out soon. Same Battime, same Batchannel...
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