A.N. In the original, this chapter had some... pretty hot stuff going. Since FFN doesn't want that to be published here (and I respect that) I clipped some stuff and made a new chapter of it. If you want the forbidden fruits, it's on AO3. Same alias, same title. Love you

oooOooo oooOooo oooOooo

After their shower they went downstairs, made breakfast and ate, hands touching, eyes smiling, mouths quirking around bites.
They were doing the dishes, Dean slapping Cas' ass softly, Cas pinching Dean's, when Cas' phone binged.
He dried his hands, ruffled Deans hair affectionately and checked the message.
Smirking, Cas showed it to Dean.

Received 10.25 am Gabriel:
Dude!
What happened to you?
I was at the bar yesterday, and Alfie told me you left already.
At TEN THIRTY?! Are you ill? Or injured?
Let dear old Dean-o give you chickensoup if you're ill, and let him kiss your boo-boo if you're injured.
Your loving big bro.

"Hmmmm." Dean crooned. "Ohhh. Does that mean you hurt your..."
Cas slapped his biceps playfully.
"Dean Winchester, you have got a dirty mind." he chided with twinkling eyes.
Dean chuckled, then kissed him on the mouth.
"They do say that it's a joy forever..." he quipped.

Cas shook his head and typed an answer.
"There. Now, let's get to work... I have to leave for the bar at twelve fifteen."
Dean slung the teatowel around Cas' hips and pulled his boyfriend in.
"Mmmm. Then we got plenty of time, hotshot."
He curled his tongue around the silver earrings, causing a shiver to run down Cas' spine.
"Dean..." he gasped. "Dishes... we can... play... later."
With a pout Dean let go.
"Spoilsport." he groused, but his lips quirked up.

When the dishes were done, Cas wanted to get dressed for work.
Leaping up the stairs two at a time, Dean followed.
He shoved Cas against the wall and kissed him until he got woozy from lack of oxygen.
"Dean..." Cas tried, pulling at his wrists, which Dean had trapped against the wall.
"Nuh-uh angel... You promised we would play..." Dean mumbled against his neck, nibbling softly.
Cas groaned. "Dean... I... you.. uhn."
Dean licked a stripe up that slender neck.
"You looked so adorably sexy, fully concentrated on typing that message. I got a boner just watching your face."

Cas rolled his head back, giving Dean more space.
Dean nuzzled under Cas' earlobe, meanwhile giving little open mouthed kisses on his neck.
"D..Dean... you... uhnn... you play dirty."
Dean chuckled low, then gently took the lobe with silver earrings between his teeth and pulled slightly.
Cas gasped and bucked his hips.
"I know... ain't it fun, angel?" Dean whispered in his ear.
"Yes." Cas answered, breathless.

Dean softly bit down on the crook of Cas' neck, and Cas cried out.
"AH! Dean!"
Dean pushed away at that, and pecked Cas on the cheek.
"Good. Now get dressed." he said, turning to walk out of the room.
Cas stood there, panting, flushed cheeks and angry, angry eyes.
"Dean Winchester! You utter, utter... assbutt!"
Dean threw his head back and laughed, elated.
"Love you too, angel." he sing-songed and ducked as a ball of socks flew over his head.

When Cas came back downstairs, he glared at Dean, who sat on the sofa, reading a book.
"What?" Dean asked innocently.
Cas said nothing, but snatched the book out of Dean's hands.
"Hey... I was reading that." Dean objected half hearted.
Cas gave him a smiteworthy glare, and something stirred with Dean.
"You've made me angry, Dean. You might not like me angry." Cas growled, and Dean shivered.

Cas narrowed his eyes at that.
"Hm. What to do with you..." he mused, standing over Dean like an avenging angel.
"You left me with a situation, Dean."
He indicated his crotch, where a bulge was very visible.
"I cannot go to work with this."
His glare hardened, and Dean gulped as his cock twitched.
"Solve this, Dean. Or I will be very displeased."

He clasped his hands behind his back, feet apart, towering over Dean.
Dean licked his lips as he looked up through his lashes.
"W... would you like me to.. to blow you, Cas?"
An eyebrow quirked, and Dean quickly looked down.
"I... I meant sir... would you like me to b...blow you, sir?"
A quick glance upward showed him Cas, licking his pink lips in thought.
"I believe that will suffice, Dean."