"Virgin?! I am not a virgin!"

"Hey, I know that!"

"Then why the hell does it say virgin?"

"I didn't name it Dean. Besides, it means 'camera' virgin. Not virgin-virgin"

"Well, how the hell will anybody know that? When I see a porno, and it says 'virgin' in the title, I know it means somebody is loosing their V-card!"

"I know that, Dean. But people eat that kinda crap up. Gabe is just trying to market us the best way he can. I am perfectly aware that you are no virgin."

Dean sat at his dining room table, grumbling darkly to himself. Cas was flitting about, putting groceries that he had bought for their dinner away.

"Besides Dean, what does it really matter? People aren't going to read into it, chances are they will totally forget the name by the time they click on the next video, they are still going to get off on it and it's still better money in our pocket. It's a business."

"It's a pandering business."

"That's true."

Dean grumbled as he picked the pealing paint of the table, "Doesn't mean I have to like it."

Cas rested a hand on his shoulder in passing, "No it does not."

Dean sighed, by 2 o'clock the next evening, the video had already gained nearly 2,000 views and a few hundred likes. Dean had quickly discovered that Cas had a 'fan base', people who, like Dean himself, kept up to date on his latest videos. Dean had skimmed through the comments, variations of 'holly shit that is so hot', 'fucked him so hard', and 'who's the new guy?' Littering the page. It had been strange but faintly humbling to see so many people asking the pair to make more videos together. Dean wasn't used to having his sex life made public, yet there was a strange flow of pride from all of the positive feedback. There had also been a couple of bad reviews, spammers criticizing the quality and performance of the video. Cas had had to convince him that he was taking it far too personally.

The week wasn't even half over and Dean was already chomping at the bit for a day off. After returning to Cas' place for a "celebration" dinner, Dean just wanted to sleep. The hours at the garage coupled with Dean's new found source of income was driving him into an early grave. He was just happy Cas offered to cook this insistent meal, claiming that it was a very special occasion.

Dean sat, contemplating the rest of the week still ahead of him when Cas snuck up behind him, trailing a comforting hand over his shoulder.

He let it linger, a schooled smile caressing Dean's tired mind. Cas pulled up one of his mahogany style chairs, sitting close, his eyes never wondering, "So, how you feeling?"

Dean huffed in amusement, "Physically, emotionally, or Spiritually?"

Cas' smile spread, reaching his eyes in a way that made Dean melt a little. He would fight the world every day to keep that look on his boyfriends face.

The other man dipped his head, his voice a silk sack filled with gravel, "All of the above. It's a big thing. And I know after my first time I was pretty much a wreck for a month."

"I don't think I'm that bad," Dean chuckled, "I just don't feel like it's real, like maybe it's just this dark fantasy buried in my head."

"Well, if it helps, you were fantastic, people seem to love you- love what you did."

"What about you?" There was still this small part of Dean that was afraid.

"What about me?"

"Did you really love what I did?"

Cas took a long moment to answer, his head straightening out as he took Dean in. His smile, however, never faltered, "like you wouldn't believe."

His voice was smooth and unaffected, Dean's self-consciousness taking over, "didn't sound so sure there." He played it with a chuckle, too new at this to know how far Cas' limits were.

He let out a small laugh, "Trust me, I'm sure. It's just-" Cas sighed, "people haven't always been excepting of my sexual preference coupled with my appetite. I just don't want you to think I'm some kind of freak."

Dean rested a hand over Cas' thigh, "Honey, I could never think that. Besides, like I said before, I guess that makes me a freak too."

Half way through a homemade dinner of the most amazing pizzas made from scratch found the pair laughing uncontrollably. They sat at the table, but somehow, their chairs seemed to gravitate towards one another.

Dean was desperately trying not to make a slob of himself by spitting out his mouth full of soda in laughter.

The blue eyed man beside him had to set down his food in fear of dropping it, gasping for breath, "Okay- okay- Drew Carry... Or Chris Farley?"

Dean finally managed to swallow the drink in his mouth, burning as it counter attacked the air searching for a way out, "What? No! I love them both- like, why would anybody want to fight either of them?"

Cas pointed an accusatory finger at him, "Hey you got me with Tina Fey and Melissa McCarthy!"

"I can't even- Cas- no!"

"Come on! Pick one to fight!"

Dean was laughing so hard, no noise coming out as the mental image of starting a physical fight with either of the legendary comedians played in his head, "I just- have this image of- of Farley screaming 'COME ON' as I come at him."

Cas giggled, smacking the table top as he did his best Chris Farley impersonation, "Oh! That's gonna leave a mark." Which was terrible.

Coming from Cas however, made it the funniest thing he had ever heard, he burst out in a fit of laughter, nearly spilling his drink.

Cas threw his hands up, knowing that the attempt had been a failure, "Just pick one!"

"Fine!" Dean had to breath for a moment, "fine, I'd take Drew Carry, only because he sometimes says things that I could fight, but Farley is just too ridiculous."

Cas nodded, taking a nip from his loaded pizza slice. One thing, Dean had noticed, that he and Cas had in common was a love for 'dumpster' style pizza, vast amounts of meats and sauce and various vegetables weighing down every slice.

Dean grinned around a large bite of his own pizza, humming to himself as a new one came to mind, "Okay, if you could only save one of the Chris' from the Marvel Cinematic Universe, which one would it be?"

"Wait, save? Like the rest of them die?"

"Hypothetically, yes."

"Okay, so-" Cas held up his hand to count, "Chris Evens, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Pratt?"

"Yeah."

Cas dropped his hand, loudly smacking against his thigh in emphasis, a double sided smile still on his lips, "Why would you do that?"

Dean let out fake maniacal laughter, "Because I am EVIL"

"You are- seriously- I can't- I can't just CHOOSE one, I love all the Chris'!"

"Everybody does. This is a two player game, sir! Now choose your next words carefully."

Cas made a strained face at him, digging into his pizza to stall for time.

Dean tapped his finger on the table top in over exaggeration, loving the way Cas chuckled and shook his head at him, "We-ell?"

Cas let out a sigh, "okay, so- I hate you. Just so you know. But- I think I'd have to go with... Evens?"

Dean let out a barking laugh, "Seriously? I was so sure you were gonna pick Hemsworth!"

"Why is that?" Cas flicked a stray pics of ground sausage at him.

"I don't know; I feel like he's your type? I mean, did you SEE him in Snow White and the Huntsman? Damn. The rest of the movie was

crap but holly shit that man is a

dream."

"The movie wasn't that bad, I liked the story and their adaptation of the dwarfs."

"Debatable."

"Chris Evens is just an adorable butterball, the world wouldn't be the same without him."

"I'll give you that."

Dean stuffed the rest of his slice in his mouth, making a satisfied noise. Cas squished his face in a mixture of amusement and disgust, "Sexy."

He tried to reply a form of confirmation, his words meshing into an incoherent mumble.

"Easy there killer, the pizza is already dead, it's not going anywhere." Cas laughed.

After chewing thoroughly, Dean swallowed the delicious slice, taking a sip of his drink, "It's so good. I've decided that you have to cook more often, I live for this kind of stuff."

"Yeah, well, I'm not as good of a cook as you, maybe we can make it a collaborative effort?"

"I'm always down for that. Just means you have to have dinner with me more often."

Cas wore a sweet smile, "I'd like that." His look lingered on Dean for a long moment, causing him to fidget a little in his seat, "What?"

Cas shrugged halfheartedly, his eyes darting away, always returning to him as the look spread, "I don't know... I like spending time with you. It's weird, I was just thinking how things seemed to be so different before we met."

The mechanic felt his face heat up a little at that, "Yeah, me too. I'm just happy I took the risk of talking to you in line at the market."

"Yeah."

"I mean, it wasn't like I had anything else to do," Dean shrugged nonchalantly, trying to play mock-cool, "And you were just so breathtaking... No homo."

Cas laughed, reaching over to lightly smack him on the arm, "You were almost romantic there."

Dean joined his fit, "Yeah, Woo-" he pretended like he was shaking off cobwebs from his arms, "that was close. We can't have that."

Cas' smile reached his eyes as he stood up to take his empty plate into the kitchen. Dean downed the rest of his drink before following, a pep in his step. Cas graciously accepted his plate, brushing off the crumbs into the trash.

"I'm just going to wash these dishes up real quick."

Dean hummed in confirmation, retreating back to the table to pick up Cas' own forgotten cup. A thin layer of soda still sat at the bottom engulfing the melting ice, "Hey, you done with your drink?"

"Yeah," Cas' un-bodied voice replied, "Mind bringing it?"

Dean answered by doing just that, finishing off Cas' drink for him and pouring the ice out into the empty side of the sink before he set it in the side with dishes as Cas filled it with water.

Dean hung back, watching Cas work, the other man's sleeves rolled up around his forearms. He admired the curve of his boyfriends back as his shoulder blades flexed, working leisurely.

As cliché as it was, Dean couldn't help but stalk up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist, and placing a kiss against the pale nape of his exposed neck. Cas hummed his appreciation, diligently working. With his belly full, Dean could feel his eyelids growing heavy, resting his head on Cas' shoulder, "Want any help?"

Cas took a soothing breath, his form melting into Dean's embrace, "No, I got it. Just keep doing what you're doing."

Dean smiled against his clothed skin, pecking along the line of his shirt, he couldn't help his happiness if he tried.

"You know you're amazing right?"

Cas chuckled, "Gotta take care of my man."

Dean shared his chuckle, resting his forehead against the crook where the other man's neck met his shoulder, "your man?"

"Yeah, sorry, I'm like a cat. You fed me once and now you're stuck with me."

Dean rolled his hips lightly, his usual problem with being so close to the other man arising once again, "I've always wanted a cat." He lay a pool of open mouthed kisses on Cas' neck playfully, swaying them slightly in place.

Dean trailed up to nip at Cas' earlobe, grinning to himself, "Me-ow."

Cas laughed at him, playing along with a sexual purr. He rolled his hips back into Dean's growing interest, pulling a content sigh from him.

"Dinner and a show?" Dean hummed in his ear.

"Careful, otherwise you're cleaning 'em. I can't do all the work around here."

"Don't worry, baby," Dean trailed a hand downward, taking a firm grip of Cas dick through his pants, "You won't be."

He could feel the excitement radiating off of the other man, "I like it when you call me 'baby'."

Cas stacked the last dish to dry, briefly patting his damp hands on his pants as the dirty water drained from the sink. He quickly took Dean's hand, leading him to the living room couch. He pulled Dean down with him as he lay back, forming their lips together in a passionate kiss.

They took their time, licking into one another's mouths as the lingering taste of dinner dissipated between them, leaving nothing but the distinct taste of one another on their tongues. The pace didn't quicken, neither man wanting their time to be over. It felt like forever as they made out, like they were two conjoined atoms floating away in the vast eons of the cosmos. It was like floating on air, gravity no longer dictating them as time passed, ascending them to the clouds. They were in a place where all matters of time and space ceased to exist. They were infinite.

In reality, only about 20 minutes had passed by the time Dean glanced at the clock on the wall. He bent down to peck Cas in the lips one more time, both of their cocks painfully hard in their pants as they ground into each other.

Out of breath, Dean gazed down over Cas' red swollen lips, dilated eyes meeting his, "What do you want?" he swooped in for another kiss, "Any thing. It's your turn to be selfish."

Cas smiled up at him, his eyes wandering as he wracked his brain. As Cas decided, Dean occupied his time by grinding down on his boyfriend as he stole another kiss.

Cas bit his lip in contemplation, his eyes glancing down before returning to his, "Anything?"

Dean showed teeth, "Anything."

"It sounds a little stupid."

He nipped eagerly at Cas' throat, licking over the little abused marks he left behind, "I love stupid."

"Alright, but you can't make fun of me."

He trailed upward, sucking at the underside of the other man's jaw, "Never."

Cas pushed at his chest gingerly, guiding him to sit up, "Put your leather jacket back on," It was Cas' turn to steal a kiss, "boots too."

Dean rose an interested eyebrow at him, pulling a face as he shot up. He loved dating a porn-star.

He scrambled back into his jacket and boots as he was told, all of which had been stored by the front door. When he got back it was to find Cas shirtless, shucking off his pants and boxers in one fluid motion. Both of Dean's eyebrows shot up at the sight, Cas' throbbing cock laying thick and heavy against his belly as he settled back onto the couch.

He ran a hand through his hair in amazement, trailing it back. Had he mentioned that he LOVED dating a porn-star?

Cas sprawled out across the couch, open and desperate looking. He devoured Dean with his eyes, watching his every move like a hungry tiger surveying its prey.

He licked his lips as he wracked his eyes over the other man, wanting him to feel his equally carnivorous gaze taking him apart. Dean forced himself to walk away, seeking out Cas' room in search of prep material.

He dove into Cas' bedside table drawer, selecting a pristine looking bottle of Fire & Ice lube. He spun the bottle in his hand as he made his way back into the living room, doubling back to the linen closet to find an extra blanket. Once found, he ventured back, all thoughts of sleep long gone from his head.

Cas lay in the couch, lazily stroking his swollen cock as he watched Dean lay the blanket over the back of the couch. Cas smirked up at him from his spot, sitting up in interest as Dean drew near, bending over him for a quick kiss.

"Turn over," he said as he uncapped the bottle, a thin latex smell hitting his nose. Cas did just that, skillfully resting his head in his arms as he stuck his ass out, one leg bent beneath him while the other stretched out to find purchase on the floor. Dean knelt one knee on the couch cushion, bending down to run a cool damp finger over Cas' hole.

The other man shivered, breath pulling in sharply as Dean coated a few fingers. He took his time spreading the gel between his digits, evenly coating them. He set the bottle down just in time to watch Cas Rock backward slightly, seeking him out.

"Damn" Dean muttered as he sunk the first finger in, lube sliding down his hand as he began to work it in and out. Cas seemed calm, letting his eyes flutter shit as he enjoyed the sensation. It was when he inserted the second one that Dean decided to hear things up a bit. He pistoned them roughly, pulling a light, "oh, yeah" from Cas.

His lover rocked into his hand constantly now, meeting every motion. It was with the third one that Cas let out a real moan, huffing in pleasure as Dean kept up his onslaught. He received an audible whine when he switched angles, most likely having hit Cas' prostate. He bent over his lover, running a hand over his outer thigh as he placed open mouthed kisses along the curve of his spine.

"Ready when you are."

Dean smiled against his skin, eager to see where this took them. He sat back up in a rush, guiding Cas back onto his back, one of his legs being thrown over the back of the couch.

Cas sat up to help him unzip his pants, batting Dean's hands away when he tried to lead. Cas pulled his cock out through the hole in his boxers, pulling it through the flap of his pants before securely refashioning the top button. Together, they gave his cock a couple of strokes, Cas' eager lips wrapping around the head and sucking to get it wet.

Dean hissed in pleasure, stroking himself a few more times as Cas retreated to lay back down. He lubed himself up, excited, "Shit, I like this."

The contrasting power play was even more arousing, Dean's fully clothed state vastly contrasting Cas' bare nakedness. It was hot, to say the least.

He engulfed Cas with his form, laying over him possessively as he licked back into his mouth. Dean took a hold of Cas' neglected cock, stroking him firmly and causing the other man to arch up into him with a moan. Dean swallowed the noise, pressing down into him and loving the way Cas quivered as the cold metal of his jacket zipper tickled his skin.

Cas ran a hand up his shirt, gripping right at the jut of his hip bone and encouraging him on. The other man helped guide him up as he searched out enough room to slip his slick cock into that growingly familiar heat. The drag of skin was ecstasy, fueling Dean to bury himself up to the hilt. He lay over Cas for a good minute, running his hands up and down the others' bare chest and stomach, the grip being held at his hip moving to cradle the small of his back.

He re-encompassed the man below him, sucking unkept marks over Cas' bared neck. Cas hummed in contentment, tangling his free hand in Dean's hair and scratching lightly over his scalp.

Suddenly, Cas chuckled, Dean halfheartedly glancing up at him from his spot, "I should make you dinner more often."

"What happened to a 'collaborative effort?" Dean ground out, his voice tight from restraint. He gave a hollow thrust, testing Cas' comfort.

The man, in turn, let out a huff in surprise, "Will I get to pick the kind of sex we have if we collaborate?"

Dean began a slow roll of his hips, readjusting Cas' leg over the back of the couch, "Well," he gave a sharper push, "if we collaborate with dinner," he gradually increased his speed, "I think- ah, shit- it's only fair if we collaborate on sex too."

Cas smiled up at him, cupping the ridge of his jaw and pulling him down for another kiss, "Win-win."

Dean quickly decided that he loved this idea. The way the leather of his jacket felt across his otherwise bare arms was intoxicating; his boots giving him great traction. Cas clung to him, running his hands over the slick material any time he could. With Dean's persistent pace, Cas mewls, hooking a leg around the backs of his clothed thighs and encouraging him for more.

Put on a Barry White album to battle the creaking sound of the couch and the night would have been flawless. It didn't take long for Dean to pinpoint that tangling, ensnaring feeling in the pit of his stomach, Cas' choice of attires making the act seem dirtier in the moment. The choice of lube he had picked was well worth the money, alternating from a chilling cool on his skin to a burning heat, just as the label promised.

Swiftly, he pulled out, grasping both of their cocks in one hand and using the other to keep himself from crushing the man below him. He pumped his fist with vigor, watching the way Cas' toned chest and stomach would rise and fall with his panting. It didn't take long for his nervous system to seize up, sweet euphoria washing over him as he came over Cas' bare skin, his hand movement milking him as he collected the slick substance and used it as extra lube. Releasing himself, he sat up, after flow energy lingering long enough to reinsert three fingers into Cas as he continued to pump his pulsing cock.

Cas rocked into him, smearing cum over Dean's shirt and thankfully missing his jacket. His fists tightened up against the material as he too came, gasping out Dean's name to thin air, adding to the mess.

Withdrawing his fingers, Dean pushed himself to shuck off his jacket, pulling his shirt over his head and using it to mop up their conjoined pool of cum before finally collapsing. Without hesitation, Cas wound his arms around him, hugging him tight. He kicked off his boots, a sedated breath washing over him as he adjusted his wilting member mostly back into his pants, unbuttoning the top so it didn't squeeze his hips.

Cas hummed into his hairline, stroking disconnected shapes lightly over his sweaty back. They lay there for a long time before Dean pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, laying it lightly over the pile of their lower backs.

It wouldn't be long before sleep edged its way into them, guiding them to bed where they would resume a similar position. Until then however, Dean was content with pecking small signs of affection over Cas' collarbone, warm, sedated, and basking in the glow of his new life style.