This had not been the conversation he had expected to have when he picked up the phone.

"Dean?"

"Hm?"

"Are you coming, or what?"

"Oh, uh, yeah."

There was silence for a moment that nearly stretched into awkwardness. Dean couldn't help the tension that had built up in his leg, causing it to bounce in discomfort.

"You know, you don't have to if you don't want to..."

"It's not- it's just kinda a big step. And... And I guess I just wasn't expecting it to come so soon." He breathed, "but, how will I know if I don't see it, right?"

There was something squirming in his gut, a distasteful curling wrapping around his insides. "Right."

Cas' voice was calm and comforting on the other end of the line, as if he were scared to spook him. For that, Dean was grateful.

He drove over to Cas' place, taking a little longer than necessary to get out of his car. It wasn't that he didn't want to see the footage. He did. It was just that confusing, excited, nervousness turning his vision hazy, the kind that made you want to bolt, even if you knew you would feel so good once it was over.

Cas had taken the privilege of putting together a 'rough cut', something that he insists is just a first draft of what the final product would look like.

Dean was always up for porn. But porn that he was literally in? It's going to take little getting used to.

His knocks were insistent, the ridiculous idea that if someone saw him standing out in the hallway, they would somehow be able to read his mind, playing in his head.

When Cas did answer, Dean pushed his way in, securing the door behind him. A dark eyebrow was raised at Dean's obvious skittishness, but lightly chapped lips where placed over his in greeting anyway. Dean would be lying if he said the tepid sensation didn't ease him, just a bit.

"Hey."

Dean tried to smile, "Hey. So um-"

Cas leaned in to cut his words short, a far more heated kiss swallowing up his thoughts. When the slick occupation of Cas' lips began to kneed him like a message, Cas pulled away. He wore a smile as he looked up at him, voice low and full of gravel, "sorry, I've been watching footage all evening."

Dean chuckled awkwardly, unsure of what to say, his head shaking as he ran his hands up and down Cas' arms.

Cas led him by the hand to his room, his laptop lying open on the bed. "You hungry?"

Dean took a deep breath. The nerves were back, "I don't think it'll stay down."

Cas released him, motioning him towards the bed before turning on his heals, "Alright, but I'm making popcorn. Get cozy."

Dean scoffed, "What? We're not watching a movie, Cas."

"It's your first time on-camera performance. This calls for snacks." Cas swiftly exited, the door hanging open between them.

Dean rested his hands on his hips, shaking his head as he eyed the carpet. How the hell had this become his life?

With a defeated shrug to himself, Dean kicked off his boots and situated himself on the bed. Fully stretched out, he crossed his ankles and rested his arms over his eyes, breathing in.

The last time he had been here the air had been thick with sweat and sex. A side of Dean, pulled out over these very sheets, that he didn't recognize. A part that was vicious and demanding, taking whatever he desired. A part that scared him a little.

But holly shit had it been good. The two had practically passed out from exhaustion the moment the cameras had been shut off, their conversation coming to an end, and blankets had been pulled over them. It was surreal. Like being high, and he had never wanted to come down.

It made it all the more real when he had dazedly woken in the early hours of the morning, the sun just barely peeking through the blinds. He woke to blissful warmth encasing his entire back, an arm wrapped snugly around him. It was almost enough to ignore the numb tingle pecking at the nerve endings of his right leg. Almost.

He turned in the embrace, nuzzling his head beneath Cas' stubbly chin. He couldn't help but let the strong beat of the other mans' heart lull him back to sleep. It was all he really remembered from the aftermath.

Dean ran a hand over his face, whipping his third eye clean. A glance at Cas' laptop told him the other man had been busy. The screen was still illuminated, dozens of tabs opened on writing docs and whatever editing program Cas had installed. The viewing window for the video was black, hiding the actual images themselves as Dean eyed it wearily. Seriously, how the hell had this become his life?

A beeping noise from the other room caught his attention, drawing his gaze to the open door. He saw Cas round the corner of the kitchen with the bag of popcorn and an empty bowl. The man set the container down on the dining table as he shook the bag and opened it, pouring its buttery contents into the bowl. As he discarded the package, Dean's eyes roamed over the plane that was his boyfriend. He couldn't help but smile as Cas nearly knocked the popcorn off the table, stumbling to catch the few salty kernels that nearly escaped before he popped them into his mouth.

Oh right, that's why.

Cas re-entered the bedroom, handing Dean the bowl as he crawled in next to him. He picked up his laptop, clearing out some of the tabs as he wiped his oily hand on his sweatpants. He clicked the full screen button, checking the volume before resting the computer a reasonable distance away.

Cas cast his piercing gaze on to him, his finger hovering above the space bar, "You ready?"

It was a far deeper question than intended, Dean taking one final deep breath before nodding. "I'm no editor but this is generally what we got." Cas hit play before snuggling up close to him, resting his head on Dean's chest as he reached for a handful of popcorn.

The screen was black for a moment before the familiar scene came into play.

It was weird seeing it from this perspective, the room looking oddly lit, movie like, almost.

He watched as Cas came into frame, fitting himself to Dean's side as he gave his quick Intro. The nervousness on Dean's face of that day is obvious on the screen. He didn't remember fidgeting that much.

He watched as Cas guided their lips together, tongues winding and desperate. The camera cut between a couple of angles, capturing each side of their experience. He glanced down at his Cas, his eyes captivated as he chewed on popcorn.

He watched as Cas instructed him to the head of the bed, crawling over him to kiss him some more.

Dean's lips parted as he saw the back view of Cas taking his shirt off, his member twitching ever so slightly in interest. He was mesmerized by the computer version of Cas' back, tracing the lines of his spine with his gaze.

He shifted on the bed when Cas pulled off his pants for him before dipping down to lick a stripe up his cock. Dean's own face was now open to the camera, his jaw slack as the Cas on the screen worked on him.

His own Cas brought a hand up to trail paths along his side, knowing that the extra contact was working for him. He couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched himself pull Cas' pants down. His jeans were straining now. Maybe this wasn't the most conventional idea.

He watched on, however, unable to take his eyes from the screen. He re-lived the moment Cas straddled him, stripping off both of their remaining clothing.

He tensed for a moment when a firm hand cupped and messaged his growing interest through his pants. A quick glance down and a chuckle from his boyfriend pinpoints the culprit.

The next thing he knows, the Cas on screen begins to ride him, while the one beside him mouths sloppily at his neck, his hand encouraging him to full erection.

He takes back what he thought before. This was the best idea ever. Dean searches out Cas' thigh, running a palm over it in gratitude.

When the scene picks up in intensity, Cas unbuttons his pants, his popcorn bowl now pushed off to the side of the bed. His Cas snuck a hand in his pants, gripping him firmly, while the other tugged the clothing down just enough to free him. He alternated between nipping seductively and sucking harshly at exposed skin, while he built up a steady rhythm on his cock.

When the video got to the part where Dean flipped their positions, he nearly lost it.

The video was just as intense as the act itself. He watched in utter mesmerizing captivation as he brutally pounded into Cas, who threw his head back towards the camera in ecstasy. He looked so desperate, so openly willing to let Dean take everything and anything he wanted. He clutched at Dean, trying to find purchase anywhere he could.

The Cas beside him moved up his neck, licking just behind his ear before biting at his earlobe, his speed of rubbing over Dean's dick increasing.

He buried a hand in Cas hair, letting strangled puffs of air escape his lips and words formed in the shape of Cas' name.

He could feel the man smiling against his heated flesh, relishing in the noises he manages to pull from him.

He came quickly, Cas mouthing encouragement against him, the video still playing.

As he rode out his orgasm, he watched himself pound into Cas' limp form, wet cum shining in a sticky mess between them. His Cas held his grip, occasionally squeezing Dean's spent cock with slow overstimulating strokes. He didn't stop kissing paths over his skin as the video faded out, the memory of how strong that orgasm had felt ghosting the one he had just had.

Cas was rocking against him, his own need painfully obvious against his leg. He couldn't help the stupid grin that pulled at his lips anymore than he could help the need to help get Cas off too.

Dean tugged on his hair lightly pulling him up for a kiss on the lips. He forced his tongue into the other man's mouth, squeezing Cas' thigh insistently. He grabbed Cas' black screened laptop, setting it on the bedside table. Laughing as he crawled over the man, Dean bracketed his legs over the others' in an almost lazy passion.

Cas wound a hand into his hair, the other releasing his limp member in favor of pawing light scratches over his bicep.

He kisses Cas with force, the promise of a returned favor lighting a fire between them. Cas couldn't help his attempt for friction, bucking up into him for more. "What'd I tell you?" Cas bit out between kisses.

Dean hummed pleasurably into the next kiss, fumbling for the button on the other man's pants. He kissed a path down Cas' neck, lifting his shirt up to nip at his chest as well. Cas moaned out his approval when Dean bit down on the sharp angle of his hip bone as he pulled his pants and boxers down.

Without a second thought, Dean took Cas' throbbing cock into his mouth, setting up a quick pace. He made sure to twirl his tongue over the head when the space allowed but was left in awe when he glanced up.

Cas had already been watching him work, his stentoriously blue eyes shining bright against the white of the room. His partner folded his arms behind his head, disciplining himself into not touching. He watched Dean with parted lips, committing to memory the way his mouth looked stretched out around his cock.

Dean shut his eyes, focusing on the way it felt to have Cas' skin drag across his tongue, a show being put on for Cas' pleasure. He felt the other man's breathing steadily increase until he tensed, the first few drops of a hot reward being produced. Cas must have unwound his hands as Dean pulled off, opening his eyes.

He ran a hand over the nape of Dean's neck, kneading at the muscles there. He pumped Cas' cock with a damp hand, milking him of his orgasm with the head close to his lips.

He lapped up the given load, not minding that some of it dribbled down his chin and hung there. Cas lay back on the bed, his breathing irregular but content. Dean crawled up him, laying a trail of kisses on his way back up, making sure to smear the cum still dripping.

He rested his weight on the other man, something crunching beneath them. Further examination showed it to be popcorn, some having spilled out from the bowl tipping over slightly. Cas chuckled to himself deeply, "porn-corn," picking up a couple of crushed crumbs for them to share. Dean shook his head at Cas' petty joke but accepted them anyway.

Cas wound his arms around him, bringing him back down for a kiss as he smiled. When they finally pulled back, Dean couldn't help but hum in contentment. Okay, he had been stupid to question it before. Dating a porn star was awesome.

After getting Dean's approval and having him sign a legal consent document, Cas had the raw footage sent out. Dean had sat with Cas over breakfast as he chatted with his editor on the phone, explaining that he put together a general outline so the 'new guy' could see. Dean frowned slightly when he was referred to this way, playing with his cereal in his bowl. How many 'new guys' had there been?

Well, Dean supposed not that many, considering he had seen most of Cas' videos. There was the British dude, that guy with the obnoxiously pretty face, the older blond guy who was into dominating, and the guy in the leather jacket. That wasn't that many. Considering Cas had been doing this for a few years now. That was a rather small circle Dean had to tell himself.

He listened to Cas hack out the details, running over numbers for frame sizes, key tag words that should be included, things to emphasize on in the video. When the guy on the other end received the files, Cas had chances a glance at him as he confirmed that 'yes, he is SUPER hot'. Dean felt his face burn a little bit but returned to his breakfast.

His interest was, however, struck when he listened to Cas explain to this guy that they were a couple. He laughed at something his editor said and caught Dean's questionable look.

Cas would later explain that people absolutely kill for real life couple porn.

Days went by in a haze at work. The sudden idea that he would soon be going viral flashing into his head at random times. It was distracting to say the least, conversations with his boss Bobby being cut short due to his brain going into sudden panic mode.

The only thing that eased his stage fright were the nights that he shared with Cas.

When he had agreed to do this, he imagined that life would somehow become sexually crazy but that wasn't the case. A lot of the days were spent mundanely hanging out, having dinner at one another's place and watching movies. They would occasionally go out, picking up things at the market or spending Dean's free days at the movies or in the downtown area.

All things considered, Dean still didn't get to spend as much time with him as he would like. They didn't always spend the night, leaving their separate beds empty and void. Even so, Dean still enjoyed the free space to stretch out and not have to worry about crushing anyone.

It wasn't until a week later that Dean's cellphone pinged at work with a text from Cas, containing nothing but a link. There was no explanation needed, the main page being 'x-videos' speaking for itself. He waited until he could take a bathroom break to press the link, his phone redirecting him to a web page filled with pornographic advertisements. He didn't play the video but he glanced at the queued up video image of Cas on his back with himself leaning over the other.

The title 'Virgin Dom Takes A Vacation'