Lip Rings and Football Jerseys

by impalaskey

Dean Winchester was not a romantic. He didn't do relationships- no holding hands or chaste kisses in the hallways. He has a list of one-night stands and broken hearts the size of Santa's naughty list, even as a freshman. That was before. Before Castiel. Castiel Novak was the boy with the hair that matched his eyes. He was the boy with the lip ring, the boy who liked a freshman. But

3. Chapter 3

Dean actually had to take a deep breath before he turned to face Castiel. He ignored the satisfied look and the gleam in Castiel's eyes.

"What, like calling me pretty is any different?"

Castiel just chuckled. "Everyone thinks your pretty. No one thinks I'm cute," he said, laying back on the bed.

Dean rolled his eyes, picking a pillow up from the floor and tossing it at Castiel. It was swatted away with ease, and he sat on the bed carefully, feeling like guest in his own room.

"So, about what you said earlier, I-"

"Offered. What I offered earlier," Castiel corrected, sitting up quickly.

"Whatever. Did you- I mean, you meant it, right? You want to, uh, y'know?"

"Yes, Dean. I want to have sex with you. I figured that was pretty clear."

"Yeah, but-" He sighed. "I've never been with a guy before, so it's- it's new to me."

Castiel actually burst out laughing at that. When Dean frowned at him, he just laughed harder.

"I can't believe someone as experienced as you has never been with a guy," he said breathily once he'd calmed down.

"I didn't even know I liked guys until a few months ago!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

Castiel snorted and shook his head. He leaned forward, draping his arms over Dean's shoulders and letting his hands pool at the waistband of Dean's shorts.

"And how, exactly, did you come to the conclusion that you liked guys, hm?" he murmured, nibbling at Dean's earlobe. His hands began roaming over Dean's thighs as he spoke again. "What happened to make you realize that you want to be on your knees instead of between some girls legs?"

Dean's breath hitched and he leaned back into Castiel. He struggled to keep his noises to himself, biting his lip harshly as Castiel whispered in his ear. When Dean didn't answer Castiel's question, the touching stopped.

"Don't make me leave to get an answer out of you, Sweetheart."

"I watched you in the locker room," he mumbled, staring down at his lap in embarrassment.

Castiel leaned back, moving so that he could see Dean's face.

"You-" He grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. "And I'm the creep. Right."