Dean paced the halls for a long time before he decided to lay down on the couch and wait out the night. He flipped through channels with an absent mind, knowing that none of it mattered. All that mattered was Cas coming back home safely tonight. He couldn't even begin to imagine what his Cas was being forced into right now. It made him feel queasy. He tried not to think about it. He tried to push the thoughts away.
Cas found himself in a dusty hotel room for his last client. "Hello? You asked for an hour and a half. I'm here." He said, announcing his cause. The door was pulled further open, and he was let in. "You're skinny." The man said quietly. He was dressed, fully, and had a cigar in his mouth. He was a bit plump, to say the least. "My wife'll love you." Uh oh. Was this some sort of bondage, three some type thing again? He couldn't tell. Inside, he panicked. Last time that happened his jaw was sore for a week, and he had whip marks on his back, that bled for hours on end. They were a bitch to keep from getting infected too. Balthazar helped patch him up, and took it easy with him that week. He cringed, and heard the scar tissue hiss at him.
Cas' brows quirked. "Your wife? I thought I was for you." He looked up at him with tired eyes.
"No, no. This is, 'mm, her late wedding gift, I suppose you could say, from her friend Alan." He explained. "I'm off to poker. Have fun kids." He said, leaving with no problem at all. How could a man knowingly let a women sleep with another man?
There was a problem though. Cas wasn't attracted to women... What was he going to do? He'd never had an instance that a few nips and tugs couldn't fix... No matter what the person looked like, and usually, they didn't care that he got off any way. He blushed. "May I speak with her?" He asked, calling after the man.
A full figured woman then stepped into view. She had a chest, that was certain, and legs to /die/ for. They were round, and naturally tanned. She was beautiful. "Hello, pretty." She had long, wavy brown hair and perfect teeth. No make up though. "Wanna sit down for me?" She asked, pinning her hair up. She was speaking like a mom would to her son after a long day at work.
She wasn't dressed for the occasion, really. She had on a form fitting, bright red dress on that stopped just above her knees, and high heels sitting next to what must've been the bathroom door. "I'm not used to doing these sorts of things. My husband's the only person I've ever slept with." She said, coming to sit next to him. "I heard about you from my friend Alan. Maybe you don't know his real name, but he says you're over frequently." Her tone was light, and comforting. "I don't want to sleep with you. I thought maybe we could talk. I want you to teach me. My husband doesn't know that I'm asking this of you instead though. Alan said you're a sweet heart. That you take care of him good. That you know what you're doing."
Cas' brows raised once again. "I think I know who you're talking about. He writes his checks out as Balthazar though." He said, playing with his fingers. "You're beautiful. You've only ever done anything with your husband? That's rare nowadays. What do you want to know about?"
It was true, like Dean had said, Cas and Bal had been together a week or two after Dean had left him. Bal and Cas felt strongly for each other even still today, but when Bal left for college in England, they lost touch. Now, Bal knows that Cas' heart is still with Dean, and that the most he can do is be a friend, and give what money he can. He knew Cas wouldn't just take his money though, so sometimes they did things.
"Do you like women, Castiel?" Her voice was even, and like honey. Like Dean's.
Cas blushed. "I respect them. I think they are beautiful, and glorious, but sexually, I'm not attracted to them, no. Not without A LOT of effort, and sensual effort at that."
"Can I make you a deal?" She smiled. "Do you have a boyfriend, Castiel?"
Cas smiled. "You could call him that."
"Just close your eyes. I need you to teach me how to help my husband." She plead. "Tell me what to do. Is that okay?"
Cas blushed again. "You want to.. get me off, for $450?" He asked, taking off his coat and folding it neatly. He tossed it to the bed side. "Once you give me the $450, I have to do whatever you want. Those are the rules. It's whatever you want it to be."
"If you're so sweet, and you've got eyes as pretty as yours, and a boyfriend, why are you on the streets, baby?" She asked reluctantly. "We're here on vacation. I could help you out if it's just a temporary money thing."
Cas shook his head. "I'm not supposed to let my life into my hours with clients. I can't take any more money than you pay up front. I won't. I can't take your money. Dean's helping a lot. It's alright. Thank you, but tonight is fine. Just... Just the $450."
He frowned. He was so sick of everywhere he went being a pity party. He held in a groan. Why couldn't people just pay what they were supposed to, and request odd things, and let that be it? Cas was a slut. He was a skeeze now, and people should just accept that he couldn't help it until his sister was in a coffin somewhere, and the bills were paid. There was no saving him. He had to get the bills paid and this was the only job that did that in the shortest amount of time.
"I.. I can roll up a scarf or two. You don't have to look at me, Castiel. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." The woman tried.
"You've been the most comforting client I've had since I started this, four years ago. Bal- Alan, I mean- he talks with me, outside of work. He's a sweetie. Freak in bed though." He shifted his weight uncomfortably, but smiled. He glanced at the cheap alarm clock on the bed side. It was the hotel's, clearly. It said it was about 12:30 a.m. He could go home to Dean soon. His smile renewed.
She fumbled with an envelope and tossed it over at Cas' coat, and kissed his lips. Her hands were cold, but sensual as promised on his forearm. "Cas, tell me what to do alright? I won't speak. I want you to think of Dean. I want you to close your eyes, and think of Dean."
"I don't know that I can." Sex was a bad thing, something to be dreaded lately. He'd never thought of Dean in that way, either, which didn't help. He was red in the face.
"Try. For me? For my marriage." She plead. "I need this."
Cas nodded, and decided he /would/ try. This was more like the therapy he needed than the money he needed. "Can I turn off the light first?"
She got up to do as requested, and returned to him. "Thank you, Castiel. You're an angel."
Cas pulled off his shirt, and tugged at his jeans. He felt hands on him though. He saw nothing, but he felt cold hands, tearing away at his clothing. He chewed on his lip. It was pleasant. He hadn't been helped in quite a long time. He tried bringing back thoughts of Dean. What was he supposed to think about though? Mm, how about that kiss in the kitchen today? It was slow.. and passionate, and just- perfect! He smiled, and bit down on his lip again, feeling his legs push against his length. He searched for the woman's hand, and ran it down his torso, kissing her arm softly. "Touch me, baby." Cas muttered. He was jubilant. He was smiling. He felt dirty. He felt... cleansed. He liked thinking of Dean. He liked getting money for his own pleasure for once... Tonight, even after the weirdo with the foot fetish, and the one with the leashes earlier.. tonight might be worth it. Maybe he could go home, and please Dean. Maybe he could enjoy sex again. Maybe he could have a good day tomorrow with Dean.
He felt the hands groping at his thighs, and he let off a hushed moan. He felt a small trail of moisture on his waist line, and grinned. "Yeah." He held whatever he could find of the woman. He closed his eyes still though, so he'd stop trying to be sentimental toward her. He just didn't want to think of a woman as a sex object. That part did feel wrong. "I don't know what your husband is complaining about. You seem to know what you're doing."
She spoke quietly. "I'm trying to learn new things. But, let this be good for you okay? Enjoy it. If I learn something new, that's awesome, but it's no loss to me for helping you out if I don't." She leaned up, kissing his cheek, and down his neck. He couldn't tell that she was a she though... not by her lips, or her hands, unless he grabbed her hands, and felt how dainty her fingers and wrists were.
Cas kissed at her face, and noticed her leg between his knees. "Push your thigh up and grind against me." He said, grabbing the back of her leg, and pressing the top of her thigh against himself. He moaned softly, and rested his face in the crevice of her neck and shoulder. "Oh-"
"Feel good?" She breathed the words, biting at his neck, and pulling at his pale skin.
Cas nodded, and rutted against her. He whimpered again. The woman smiled, happy she could please him. "That's new; I've learned something."
"I can show you something your husband won't ever admit to liking." He offered, groping at his own chest anxiously. "You might think it's odd too."
"I'm desperate. Tell me." She said, kissing down his neck again, to his collar bone, and sucking softly there. Cas rose to her lips. "Suck at my chest, baby. Make it wet."
She smiled. "Anything for you, pretty."
He felt her lips nipping and pulling at his skin, and moaned louder now, rutting against her again. "Mmn- Mm.." He could see it now: Dean's hands were on his hips, he was on his back, on Dean's couch, and Dean was tugging at his hair- He moaned again, just at the thought, and rubbed at him, his arm through the two of hers as she worked at his chest. "Oh.. god-"
He felt himself growing harder, and groped accordingly. He was writhing and panting after a while, and found himself getting a little too excited. It'd just been so long! He felt himself starting to lose control. He jolted up, feeling her skin graze against his own. "Baby-"
The woman pushed her knee gently against Cas' underside, and Cas moaned loudly. "Dean-.." He whined, getting lost in his thoughts.
Cas tugged harder at himself, and arched up, feeling the warmth of the body close to him now. He held her side with his free hand, and whimpered. "Yeah.. D.." He called out. "God, Dean, baby, I'm so close!" His voice was crackling. He was out of breath. He was sweating. She kissed at his chest, and let him rut against her as he needed.
She noticed how quick he'd been satisfied, and laid next to him after he was calmed down. "How long has it been since you've been taken care of, pretty?" She held his hand.
"I don't get aroused much. I haven't really, since senior year of high school." Cas answered, his heart beat fighting to stay high. He felt her grip tighten on his hand in surprise. He laughed. "It's a longgg story. Balthazar helps me sometimes, but I mean, it's usually for his own pleasure. He likes to bottom, so I kind of have to, yknow.."
"I don't mean to keep asking about your personal life, but high school?" She chuckled, teasingly.
"Yeah, I'm a loser." He smiled. "What's your name?"
"It doesn't matter." She said, playing with his hair in the dark, still. "I want you take the money I've given you alright? And don't protest."
"How much?" He asked, sitting up.
"Count it when you get home, and not a second before. You let that Dean of yours take care of you tonight, too, alright? You can go. Thank you for your time." She kissed his cheek, and handed him his clothes.
"Can you leave the light off 'til I'm dressed?" He asked, his voice still so quiet. She nodded, and kissed his forehead. "Sure thing, pretty."
Cas dressed, and told the nameless woman goodbye. He grabbed his coat, and the envelope. He looked down at it. It was heavy as all hell... He waved, and walked back to his car that was parked around back. He drove home, noticing that it was only 1:50. An appointment that ended on time. That was refreshing. He smiled, and pulled into Dean's drive way.
Dean stirred on the couch, and wiped the sleep from his eyes with his heavy hands. "Cas." He said, unlocking the door, and stepping out. He trotted down the stairs, and looked down into his blue eyes. "How was work? You're so pretty." Dean said, kissing his cheek bone softly.
"Pretty." Cas smiled, and tugged Dean closer. "My pretty."