Dean wakes slowly. The first thing he notices is how soft and plushy his blankets feels around him. That new detergent he bought is amazing. He's so warm and comfortable. Particularly around his back.

The next thing he notices, is the light. It seemed brighter in his room than normal, giving Dean the feeling that he slept in.

He cracks an eye open to see a light tan wall that he doesn't recognize. He blinks a few times and catches sight of a comforter nuzzled all the way up to his chin, white, instead of black like his.

His head aches dully as he cautiously turns over, eyebrows drawn in temporary confusion until he sees the form of someone buried in the fluff of white beside him.

Oh, right.

Last night was a good night.

Dean runs a hand over his face, scrubbing the sleep from his eyes before taking in the room.

He lays on a queen sized looking bed, the interior of the room a comforting bright pocket of life. There is very little decorating the interior, a wooden dresser pushed up against the wall next to an open door that Dean guessed was a bathroom. There were a few boxes stacked up against the opposite wall and one thing that caught Dean's attention. Two 6 foot tall lights with large rectangular covers over them, the kind you see being used for photo shoots.

The man he slept with last night, Castiel, had pulled the covers up over his face, stray hair visible from beneath the blankets.

Dean contemplated for a moment, before quietly and very carefully, getting up out of bed. He searched for his boxers and found them illuminated by strips of light filtering in through the blinds of the window.

He tiptoed his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind him quietly before turning on the light. Blinded for a moment, Dean tried to shake the fog that hung over him. He ran over a fair amount of details from last night as he peed, a hand steadying him on the wall.

Cas' skills in bed sure matched his confidence.

Last night was a VERY good night.

Dean splashed some water on his face, examining himself in the mirror. He couldn't help the tingling sensation that ran over him when he noticed the scratch marks running down his chest.

He ran a thumb over them with a slight upturn of his lip. He turned to exit the bathroom but spun back around searching for something to cure his possible morning breath.

Dean liked this one, so, better safe than sorry.

He found a bottle of mouthwash on the edge of the shower and opened it, swishing a little bit in his mouth. He rinsed his mouth out along with the sink, not wanting it to look like he was trying too hard.

He ran a hand through is hair in the mirror, slightly taming it but not settling for perfection.

Quietly, Dean opened the door, peaking out to find that Cas was still snuggled beneath the covers. He tiptoed back to the bed, hesitating for a moment and hoping that Cas would want him to stay, before lifting the covers and sneaking back in.

The other man took in a sharp inhale as he turned over, his eyes peaking open to see Dean.

Holly shit were they blue, even more so in the morning light.

Dean shuffled around, making himself comfortable, "Mornin'"

Dean watched as realization came over him and he blinked more rapidly, sitting up a fraction and almost looking surprised, "Oh, uh, hi."

The other mans' voice was even more gravely in the morning. Dean liked it.

Cas looked around as if he were confirming that they were at his place, "You're still here?"

Dean was taken back, a little hurt if he were being honest, "Ouch."

Cas pushed his knuckles into his eyes, trying to clear the sleep, "No, no, not like that- I mean- I didn't mean it like that. I'm just- surprised, is all."

"It's okay," Dean chuckled, "kinda surprised myself, to be honest."

"Yeah?"

"I don't usually do this. I mean- at least not so fast, with guys."

Cas laid back, the comforter riding down to his navel as he stared at Dean.

"Not that I didn't want to. I don't- regret it. Going out with other dudes is just new to me."

"Really? Because last night- I mean, you didn't exactly act like it was new."

A slow smile crept over him, "Last night was- wow. No. Yeah, definitely don't regret it."

There was silence for a moment before Dean felt the need to continue, "Did you- Do you want me to not be here?"

Cas rested his hands behind his head, "No, no- I mean, just surprised is all. I want you to be here. That's good."

Dean nodded, not sure what to do.

Cas' eyes flitter about the room before he took a deep breath, "Um, breakfast?" He laughed a bit, "That's what hosts do, right?"

"Yeah, yeah that sounds great, but uh- can I try something first?"

Cas had just unwound his hands from behind his head, waiting for Dean to continue. Dean swiftly, bent over him, kissing his lips softly.

Cas tangled a hand in his hair, deepening the kiss slightly before Dean pulled back, watching him for a reaction, "Nope, yeah, definitely don't regret it."

A slow smile crept across Cas' features, reaching his eyes, which flitted between Dean's lips and eyes, "Definitely don't."

Dean rolled off of him, seeing the clock on Cas' bedside table read 10:32 and thanking hell it was Sunday. He hadn't slept in that much in a long time.

Cas stood up a little awkwardly, which Dean thought was odd considering what they had done last night. Maybe he was just self-conscious now that the room was fully lit. The other man went to the dresser, pulling out a new pair of boxers and pants, throwing them on.

Dean retrieved his pants from last night, finding them next to the pile of boxes. Half of them were open and as he put his pants on he saw that they held what looked like various cameras and equipment.

Dean turned to see Cas still riffling through drawers, "This is a lot of stuff, are you a photographer or something?"

Cas glanced over his shoulder at him, "I think your shirts in the living room."

The other man turned back to his task, muttering, just barely audible, "something."

Dean waited for him to continue, but when he didn't, he slowly turned, walking down the hall and to the living room. It was pleasantly quiet and homely, not too much cluttering the moderate space. He found his shirt balled up on the floor next to the couch and put it back on even though it smelt like the bar.

Castiel emerged from the hall, now wearing a clean black wifebeater. When he found Dean he grinned a little and flicked his head to indicate for him to follow.

Dean did so, crossing the space of the living room to the dining area and into a small kitchen. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned up against the counter, not sure of what to do.

"Eggs and bacon sound good?"

"Yeah, sounds great."

There was silence as Cas fished out a couple of pans, prepping accordingly and when the smell of bacon hit Dean, his stomach gurgled.

"So, um, you never did answer me. What's with all the cameras and lights?"

Cas whisked some eggs, his shoulder blades flexing temptingly beneath the thin material of his top. He didn't look at Dean this time, focusing on breakfast, as he reached across the counter to start the coffee maker.

He wondered for a moment if he hadn't heard him before Cas finally spoke up, "Listen, you know how people say 'don't ask a question you don't want to know the answer to'? This may be one of those times."

Dean furrowed his brow in confusion, "Why? Do you kill people and record it? Cuz if so then I think I need to go."

Cas let out a humorous huff, "No, nothing like that."

"Well, what then? I wasn't honestly that curious until you shot it down, now I really want to know."

"It's nothing. It's just not something I go around advertising," Cas held up his bowl of whisked eggs, "nor is it decent breakfast conversation."

"Oh man, now I have to know."

"Dean-"

"Come on man, just tell me. Does it have to do with your self-employment thing? Cuz that was pretty vague too."

"I can't believe you remembered that." Cas said, shaking his head.

Dean scootched closer to him, well within the other mans personal space, "Seriously, I just want to understand. I want to know more about you. I'm not that asshole who hits it and quits it, I'm here to commit it! Ha!"

Cas turned to face him, a hand on his hip and lips tight like he was trying not to laugh, "Proud of yourself for that one?"

"Yes, now stop dodging the question."

Cas shook his head, a smile on his face none the less, "Seriously Dean, I don't think you want to know."

"Well, you already said what you do doesn't involve killing people, so how bad can it be?"

Cas poured the eggs into the pan, mixing them around to keep his hands busy and letting out a sigh, "Well, it's not bad. At least I don't think so. But not everyone thinks so."

Dean rested a hand on the small of the other mans' back, rubbing tiny circles of encouragement, "I once had someone convince me to climb into and clean out a septic tank. I don't scare easily."

Cas side eyes him, a look of unnatural worry crossing his eyes, like he's gauging whether or not Dean will judge him. He continued to mix his eggs, taking a moment to flip the bacon before he gathered up the courage, "You know Dean, I really like you." Dean smiled widely at this, "And what I do, as a job, is definitely frowned upon in today's society but- I figure being around me, you'll find out eventually and-" he took a moment to chose his words, "it's strange. It's almost like its a part of me. I tried quitting but somehow, the next thing I knew, I was doing another job again. And again. And again. And it's like this twisted, satisfying, dark little cycle that I can't get out of. And sometimes I wonder if I even want to get out of it."

Cas gathered his strength, turning both burners off, he turned to Dean, a mask of fake confidence worn over himself, "I do porn, Dean. That equipment in there, is for filming... Me... And sometimes others as well."

Dean was honestly taken aback. He opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. He tilted his head slightly and really looked at Castiel, trying to figure out if he was lying or not. When Dean found his eyes, however, he saw nothing but defiance and a readiness to be attacked, telltale signs that pointed towards: truth.

Huh. So that's why Cas was so good in bed.

Dean ran over every detail of meeting Cas to the date they shared last night, trying to see some sign that he may have missed.

Nothing pointed towards that, hell, Cas seems like a pretty normal guy. He was good looking, smart, funny, and all around good company. Dean wasn't even %100 sure if Cas was gay when he started talking to him in that marketplace line. But then again, what would he expect? A giant red sign that said 'PORNSTAR' on it? An adulterous 'A' stamped onto Cas' forehead?

He wracked his brain for how he felt about that. Okay, so super mega hot guy, who holds his drinks better than himself, makes a living by doing porn. Two of Dean's favorite things are drinking and sex.

"I can see that."

"You- I- what?"

Dean shrugged, "I mean, you see those pornos online and you think 'that is so unrealistic, nobody is that perfectly, unbelievably hot and sexy' and well, you- you're... Perfect."

Cas had his brows furrowed, "I... Wow."

"I'm sorry, was that too much? I just mean, well, you know- someone has to make them. And you have- that unexplainable sex appeal about you. And hell- if it pays the bills right? I mean," he motioned to the room, "you look like you're pretty well set, doing it. So, fuck it. Do you, man. I mean, I love sex. Getting paid to do it... I wish I had thought of that."

Cas was at a loss for words. There was that surprised look again. The one where Dean got the feeling that people didn't say things like that to him often.

"Um... Foods ready." Cas moved around him to open a cupboard, retrieving a couple of plates. He flitted about the kitchen, putting together silverware, napkins and mugs.

Together, they carried the stuff out to the dining room table and as Dean sat down his own plate, a wave of realization and remembering came over him like a bucket of cold water.

He covered his mouth with a hand, a muffled, "Oh my god." Filtering through his fingers.

It had been a long day, that was for sure.

Dean sat in bed, the numbing rush of the day still lingering in his aching feet. He sat over the covers, shoes deposited next to his night stand.

He had finished watching an episode of Game of Thrones on Netflix, his laptop still open and displaying his email on his lap. It was already 11:30 but he was still suffering from restlessness that often plagued him after a long day, his body still wanting to run a hundred miles an hour even though he knew he had work in the morning.

He contemplated for a moment and deciding that he might as well, Dean closed his email and pulled up a new search window.

Jerking off to a good porno always helped him sleep.

He pulled up one of his most visited cites, and paused for a moment, trying to decide what he was in the mood for. He clicked open the side bar, selecting the man-on-man section. Once there, he hit 'most popular' and decided to see what was trending.

He judged each free excerpt video by the name and image that was provided on the list, scanning the page. He got kind of picky when it came to gay porn. He had to think the men where attractive, the acts being performed where what he was feeling, and the quality of the video footage had to be good. What the hell is the point of watching a grainy video if he couldn't exactly tell what was going on? He was a high def. junky, he liked to be able to see every twitch and spasm of skin.

A quarter down the page Dean paused at one that caught his eye. Credited under 'PartyOrDie-Angels', one of his favorite providers.

This one was titled 'Blue-Eyed Beauty Gets Throat Fucked' and he shamelessly opened this one.

The page loaded sluggishly but Dean was instantly happy with his choice once the video was finished buffering.

The lighting was perfect, no deep shadows or too soft lines, everything in focus. The space was white and simple and it was a great contrast to the actor who sat on the edge of the bed, all sharp lines, pale skin and dark features. The "blue-eyed beauty's" fluorescent eyes stood out against everything, a sort of innocent gleam that begged to be defiled.

The actor sat back suductively as the camera came forward, an unbodied British sounding voice coming over the speakers of Dean's laptop, "Looks like our little angel here is ready to put on a show."

The angle changed as the video cut to a side view, the second actor coming into frame with an alpha-male saunter. He was pretty hot too. Blond spiky hair, tall, and slender but still well built, only slightly bigger than the other man.

He pulled his shirt off over his head, showing off an impressively tanned six pack. Approaching the dark haired man, he forced his legs open and stepped in between them, helping blue-eyes pull off his shirt as well.

Well toned, the seated actor was not as defined as the other, but Dean couldn't take his eyes off of the silky pale tone of his ribs and shoulders.

The British one leaned in, capturing the other's lips in a filthy kiss, hands resting on the other's knees.

They made out for a minute, slowly running their hands over each other's body before the blond man took the other's hand, helping him to stand up.

They shared a few more obscene kisses before switching sides. Breaking away, blue-eyes eagerly made his way down onto his knees, tugging at the other's zipper and button before pulling out his cock.

Blonde stayed standing, admiring the attention and running a hand through the other's hair as he licked trails up his shaft.

Blue-eyes took him into his mouth, bobbing his head around the tip and wrapping his hand around the base.

"Gonna be good?" The British man asked. And Dean could tell it was a bit of show for the audience. A show that he enjoyed very much.

At his words, he took his hand off the other's cock, making sure to keep the tip still in his mouth. He placed both hands on his partners partially clothed thighs, patiently waiting.

Blonde wracked both hands through the other's hair, pulling it from his face. He gripped him by the back of the skull with both hands and began a steady rhythm of thrusts.

Blue-eyes moaned around the other's member, closing his eyes to enjoy the ride. The scene cut between a few angles, full body shots and closeups mostly, focusing on the connection of blonde's cock and blue-eye's dripping mouth.

Blonde picked up speed, letting one hand go to dangle by his side as the other re-established a painful looking grip in the other's hair. He was practically pounding into the other's mouth, going deeper with each thrust until Dean was sure that he was hitting the back of his throat.

Relentlessly blonde slammed into him, even when the other's eyes began to water and he let out occasional gagging and gasping sounds. Blue-eyes' hands, however, wrapped around the back of the other's thighs, pulling him in for more.

Blonde lasted another couple of minutes before he viciously pulled blue-eyes back by his hair, his cock sliding out of his mouth with a wet pop. He took hold of his own dick, jacking himself off with his free hand and using the grip he had on the other's hair to pull his head back.

A moment later, Blonde tensed up, cumming into Blue-Eye's open, awaiting mouth. His cum splashed over his tongue, some dribbling out over his lips and down his chin as he happily excepted it.

Dean palmed at his now aching member through his pants, backing out of the video and setting his laptop off to the side for a moment. He kicked his pants off quickly and disposed of his shirt as well, laying back down in nothing but his boxers. He made himself comfortable before he pulled his laptop back up to rest on his thighs.

He clicked on the link source as he often did with 'PartyOrDie-Angels' and scrolled through the blogs' compilation. The feed mostly stared the 'blue-eyed beauty' (who Dean enjoyed immensely) and the blond British man (who was impossibly hard to hate). There were single videos of the individual men by themselves and then there were some with other random 'guest stars' and overall Dean was always turned on by them. Some blogs were hit or miss but they never seemed to disappoint.

Dean found the one he was looking for and clicked onto one of his favorites.

Titled 'Alone-time, never so rewarding', this one was simple. But holly hell, did it get Dean off.

Staring only the raven haired man with the pale skin and bright, tantalizing eyes, alone in the same white room that the page usually used.

Dean started the video, tucking his arms behind his head and examining the way his dick made a tent in his own boxers. He was almost ready. But he liked pushing his patience to the edge. It made the actual act just that more enjoyable.

The video started with a short Intro about how his roommate had gone out and left him all alone for the night, a tipsy looking sway to his stature. Dean already knew that the star had been drinking, anticipating the next second when he took a swig of tequila from the bottle after zooming the camera forward manually to get a better view of the bed.

Dean had watched this enough times to know what was going to happen but it was still his go-to video.

Blue-eyes prowled over to the bed in confidences. He set the bottle on the ground, his back to the camera before he slowly lifted his shirt up and over his head. He took his time by stretching out and flexing his mesmerizing back muscles. Dropping his arms he tossed his shirt out of sight.

He tipped his head to the side, stretching his neck as he undid his fly, pushing his pants down until he was bent over for the camera to see, showing off the fact that he hadn't been wearing any underwear. He displayed his ass for the world to see as he stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside.

He turned in place and smiled wickedly at the camera, just the faintest glimmer of teeth showing through his parted lips. His cock sat up, erect, proudly displaying his impressive length.

He sat down on the bed, picking up the bottle and taking another long pull from it, a tiny stream rolling down his chin. He set the bottle back down and wiped his mouth, licking his lips and in turn running his tongue over and between his fingers.

He leaned back on his dry hand and taking his member into the other, he began to stroke himself.

Dean pushed his laptop back a little bit before he pulled down his boxers, his throbbing cock springing out and thankful for the freedom. He took ahold of himself and began a slow stroke, eyes glued to the man on the screen.

Blue-eyes found a steady pace, rotating his hips as he licked his lips again and bit down on the lower one. He closed his eyes and his head fell back slightly as his tight grip did wonders.

Once he opened his eyes again, he looked directly into camera and boiling heat twisted in Dean's stomach. The moment passed quickly however when the man released his dick and reached behind him to grab an 8-inch vibrator, setting it next to himself on the edge of the bed.

He laid back and propped his feet up on the edge, spreading his knees wide. Dean licked his lips.

Reaching back again, Blue-eyes produced a bottle of lube that he assumed he had had ready, popping the lid and pouring a little on his fingers. The man spread it around, taking his cock back into his free hand and continuing his slow strokes. His lubed hand snaked around to his entrance, teasing the rim with a single digit before pushing in seamlessly up to the second knuckle.

He let out a little gust of air as he began to pump it in and out and Dean slowed down his own stokes to match the pace of the other man on the screen.

Blue-eyes took the time to prepare himself, adding in a second finger, before he arched his back with the addition of a third. Once he was ready, he removed them all together, his hole retracting with the sudden loss but looking oh-so inviting.

Still on his back, the man on the screen searched for the vibrator, coating it in a fair amount of lube and lining it up with his entrance. He released his member to spread open his cheeks, teasing the tip of the toy before slowly pushing it in. His body rocked onto it until he was nearly 5 or 6 inches deep. With a breathtaking moan he switched on the mechanism and the sound of it vibrating against the comforter caused Dean to stifle a moan of his own.

Blue-eyes returned a hand to his cock, stroking himself a little bit faster as he pulled the toy out and plunged it back in. He gained a steady rhythm of fucking himself on the toy as Dean sped up his own movement, precum beginning to leak from his slit.

The man on screen let out one dirty, filthy moan after another, picking up speed. Dean followed. The video was nearly over and his favorite part was coming up.

A few strokes later and Blue-eyes sat up, sinking down further onto the silicone cock before he turned up the vibration power to the next level. He pushed the handle end into the bedding, using the surface to push it all the way in and hold it steady as he rocked his hips mercilessly on it. His mouth hung open in a constant stream of delectable noises fell from his lips, his hands moving as fast as they could to jerk himself off. He leaned back on his free hand, pushing himself as hard as he could into the fake cock. Dean stroked himself as fast as he could, nearly to the end of his rope but trying to hold off just a bit longer.

The man on the screen let out a near scream as he turned the vibrator up another level, his head hung back in absolute bliss.

It was too much for Dean, his free hand roamed up to pinch at a nipple and moaned loudly as he cummed into his fist, his hips rocking up into the pressure.

He wrung himself out, eyes falling shut, his limbs feeling impossibly heavy as his orgasm washed over him, lingering in all of the right places.

Trying to catch his breath, he looked back at the screen to see the actor just finishing, the noise of the vibrator dancing around the sound of slick skin on skin and the final, long strung out moan that he produced.

Coming down from his high, Dean admired how the man's cum dripped down his hand, between his fingers and down his thigh. He tried to catch his breath but had to hastily fumble for the controls of his toy, shutting it off to stop the over stimulation. He breathes heavily, laying back down and pulling the vibrator from his hole with a slick squelch. He tossed it aside and repositioned his legs, bringing his hands around to spread open his cheeks so that the camera could see his gaping, wet hole. His chest was heaving up and down and Dean had to quit out of the tab, closing his laptop. He didn't need to watch the rest to know that the man would sit back up carefully before taking another swig of tequila and getting up to shut off the camera.

Dean was gonna sleep good tonight.

"Dean? Dean, what's wrong?"

Dean sat at the table, a humorless laugh covering his muttering, "Holly shit. Oh my- Oh god, that's where I recognize you from. Ha- Oh man."

"Dean?"

"I'm sorry, this is just- It's a lot to take in."