Day Fifteen: Different Clothing Styles

(Note: Sexual content)

"Cas!"

"What?"

"Cas?!"

"I heard you the first time, Dean, what are you yelling about?" Cas strolled into the bedroom to find Dean pacing in front of the bed.

He grabbed his hair and ruffled it, growling in frustration, "What the hell am I going to wear to this…this…"

"Gala?"

"Yes, that…what does 'smart casual' even mean?" He made air quotes around smart casual and gave the clothes strewn across the bed and floor a dirty look.

Cas couldn't help but laugh. Dean had never been one to pay much attention to clothes, "I told you, you should've picked out your clothes weeks ago when we got the invitation."

"Yeah, well, I didn't, and now I'm up shit creek without a paddle."

Cas huffed and walked over to the bed. He rubbed Dean's back as he looked at the choices. Every pair of Dean's jeans was out on the bed, from the worn and torn to the dark wash, date night jeans. He had t-shirts, button downs, sweaters, and jackets. His shoes and ties were thrown on the floor in defeat.

"Do you have a white button down and black slacks?" Cas asked.

Dean nodded and pulled out the two wrinkled articles of clothing. He held them up for Cas, "They need to be ironed, but viola. Is that it?"

Cas pursed his lips and grinned, "Not even close."

~o0o~

Dean stood in front of the mirror, examining his outfit. They had been up past midnight trying on all sorts of smart casual outfit ideas. Everything Cas liked, Dean shot down, and vice versa.

This outfit pleased both of them and Dean had to admit, he looked good. They had settled on a dark wash jean. His white button down was crisp and wrinkle free. The final touches of the outfit were a black vest, tie, and a belt.

"Are you sure the vest doesn't have to be buttoned?" Dean called to Cas.

He heard the water shut off in the bathroom sink, "Dean…it's fine! Would you stop fussing? You're worse than a girl."

Cas walked out of the bathroom and Dean did a double take. Cas wore dark jeans too, but he had on a black button down and a loose, light grey skinny tie. His hair was artfully tousled and he was clean shaven. Dean swallowed hard. The shirt contoured his sculpted torso and Dean didn't care that they had to be there in two hours, he wanted to rip that shirt off and…

"Wow, Dean, you look…wow." Cas stared at Dean too. Neither of them wore dress clothes very often. Both of them could feel the tension from the other, trying to hold back their desires.

Dean smiled, "We, uh, we should get going or else we'll never make it there."

"Right, yeah, okay…let's go," He stuttered. Dean loved a flustered Cas.

~o0o~

Pendragon Communications was a popular and very successful technology corporation. They also had close ties with Gorlois Medical, a top corporation in medical supplies. It was a popular corporate 'relationship' because it was so unusual. Uther and Gorlois had been college roommates. They've been inseparable since, so when Gorlois asked for Uther's help in sponsoring a fundraiser for new technology in cancer research, Uther didn't hesitate.

Dean and Cas stood side by side, staring up at The Dorchester, "We are so out of place here," Dean whispered.

Cas took Dean's hand and led him forward, "Don't worry no one will see your face, remember? It's a masquerade."

Dean nudged Cas, "Are you calling me ugly?"

"No, of course not! I would never!" He said, dramatically placing a hand over his heart.

"You're such an ass," Dean said with a smile. He yanked Cas' arm and pulled him in for a kiss, "Let's make tonight memorable, it is our first gala after all."

Cas nodded, "Agreed."

~o0o~

Arthur and Merlin greeted them in one of the hallways. Dean sighed in relief when he saw Arthur had basically the same thing on, except his vest was buttoned up. Merlin wore black, straight leg dress pants, sweater and grey button down and jacket. All four of them looked out of place in their stylish outfits.

"Whoa, Dean Winchester in a tie and vest; never thought I'd see the day," Arthur teased. They stood there for a second, admiring the inside of the hotel and chuckling at some guests' idea of smart casual.

"We should go get the masks, your father will be speaking soon," Merlin said, pulling on Arthur's arm.

"Right, I can't believe I have to wear a mask."

"They're not like, glittery and girly, are they?" Dean asked. He really didn't feel like prancing around looking like he had a peacock on his face.

Arthur shook his head, "No, thank God. They're pretty simple. They're white with gold trimmings, but the area around the eyes is different; girls get white and boys get black." Arthur led them over to the table where the masks lay. Dean sighed, they were fairly normal and Dean was grateful.

After they each put on their masks, they headed into the grand ballroom. Dean heard Cas gasp next to him. The hall wasn't large, but it was the lighting and decorations that made it truly incredible. Mirrors and curtains alternated on the walls. Blue and purple lights were placed on the floor along the walls pointing up and the tables were covered in silky white table cloths. There were simple white flower centerpieces with blue and purple accents and everything sparkled. It reminded Dean of a starry night sky.

Arthur led them over to their table, "We'll be sitting here, oh and I may as well tell you now," He started, giving Merlin a glance. Merlin was giddy with excitement.

"Tell us what?" Cas asked.

"I was able to talk my father into letting us stay a night here…in one of the suites."

Cas squeezed Dean's hand and looked over at him. Dean could see his eyes were wide in excitement and his smile lit up the room.

"Are you serious? But we don't have anything with us…"

"Dean, it's a suite, it already has everything. It's got two bedrooms a sitting room and two bathrooms." Merlin said, taking a seat at the table.

So many thoughts ran through Dean's mind, some sweat and romantic, others extremely dirty. He had to duck his head to hide the heat that rose into his face. Him and Cas in an expensive, high class suite. Sleeping under the finest sheets and eating room service. He couldn't wait until they retired for the night. He placed a hand on Cas' thigh and trailed dangerously close to Cas' crotch. He felt Cas jump when his fingers accidently hit the bulge in his pants.

"Dean," he hissed. He grabbed Dean's hand and pushed it closer to his knee, "Later," he said out of the corner of his mouth. Dean smiled and squeezed Cas' knee, but didn't remove his hand.

Many speeches were given in the beginning. One by Uther, thanking everyone for coming and introducing Gorlois who gave a speech about how honored he was that Uther did this for him and his company and for the cancer research. Finally, the last speaker was up. It was a woman in a sleeveless black dress. The length of the dress stopped just above her knees. Her hair was swept to the side with intricate braids throughout it. It wasn't until she spoke that Dean recognized who it was.

"Is that Morgana?" He asked Arthur.

"She planned the activities, masks, and decorations for the gala."

Morgana spoke about the art auction they had in the other room. Some of the art was done by professionals, others by children from the hospital who had cancer. She also mentioned a ballroom dance contest, which Dean noticed Cas flinch and sink back into his chair.

He tapped his knee to get his attention. Cas looked at him and Dean mouthed if he was alright. Cas nodded and turned his attention back to Morgana.

When all the speakers were finished, waiters came out with trays of food. All four of them ate until they felt they would explode.

"Ugh, I don't think I can get up. Cas, carry me to the artwork?" He gave Cas a pleading look. Cas mimicked Dean and leaned back in his chair, a hand on his stomach.

"Only if you carry me to the room afterwards."

Dean gave him a sly smile, "No problem, but first we gotta dance."

"Yeah, um about that-"

"Hey, you two coming to see the auction?" Merlin asked, interrupting Cas. Dean nodded and took Cas' hand. Cas followed, looking a bit perturbed.

The artwork in the other room was actually really amazing and emotional. Many of the works displayed colorful, bright paintings, giving them a hopeful air. Others were dark and depressing, Dean tried not to look at them.

In the end Dean and Cas had actually bought a vibrant watercolor painting done by a nine year old girl who was currently fighting Leukemia. Her picture showed what she thought Heaven looked like. Cas liked this one a lot, he loved her depiction of the angels playing hide and seek with her. The description for the painting indicated that this girl believed she would be old by the time she actually got to see Heaven. Cas had to be excused for a moment after he was handed the painting.

By the time Cas returned people were on the dance floor, twirling across the glossy surface. Dean waited patiently at the table and watched as Arthur taught Merlin how to do a simple waltz. Merlin had two left feet when it came to dancing, but Arthur was extremely patient with him. Dean smiled at the way Arthur threw his head back in laughter as Merlin bumped into another couple and apologized profusely.

"Hey, ready to hit the dance floor?" Dean asked as Cas came up to the table. He could see Cas glance behind his mask at the group of people who gathered in the middle of the room.

He rubbed the back of his neck and avoided eye contact with Dean, "Um, well…not really."

"Oh," Dean was disappointed and Cas could tell. But Cas didn't know how to tell Dean that he didn't know how to dance without sounding stupid.

"I don't feel too good," He lied, "But if you want, you can dance with Arthur and Merlin?"

That was out of the question. Arthur and Merlin were lost in the crowd of dancers, and Dean didn't want to be a cock block.

Dean was about to suggest they go up to the room, when Morgana, swept over to their table, "Why aren't you two dancing?" She perched a hip on their table.

"Cas isn't feeling well. We were gunna head up-"

Morgana held up her hand, "Say no more, but Dean I have been watching you and you have been itching to get out on the floor." She held her hand out, "Come with me, mind if I steal your man for a dance or two?"

"Oh no, Morgana, I should really take Cas up to the room-"

"No, no it's okay, I'll wait here. You go ahead Dean," Cas interrupted, pulling out a chair.

Dean turned to him, "You sure?"

Cas smiled, "Yeah, it's fine."

Dean gave him a swift kiss on the cheek and followed Morgana out onto the floor. Five songs later, and Dean had still not returned. Cas felt ridiculous sitting alone so he got up and explored the hotel.

He ended up in 'The Penthouse', a room with arches, bouquets of flowers, statues, and a balcony with an incredible view of London. Cas leaned against the railing, watching the cars twinkle below and the Ferris Wheel spin slowly against the night sky.

He hadn't heard the door open or the footsteps come up behind him. When he felt hands on his hips he froze, his heart jumped to his throat.

"It should be illegal for you to wear these clothes. I can't get the image of you out of my mind"

Cas breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, "It should be illegal for you to sneak up on people, Dean."

Dean smiled and backed Cas up against the balcony, two hands on either side of him, trapping him there. Dean licked his lips, eyeing Cas' mouth. His hands trailed up Cas' arms until they were cupping his face. As their lips met, Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's waist.

Dean's kisses became urgent, wanting. Cas opened his mouth and moaned at the beautiful taste of Dean's mouth. There was the lingering taste of champagne and strawberries.

Dean's thigh brushed against his crotch, making his hips hitch. He felt Dean smile against his mouth as he pressed his hips to Cas'.

Cas whined when Dean pulled away, the loss of his lips too much to bear. He hugged Dean closer to his body.

"Want to check out the suite?" Dean asked.

Cas bit his bottom lip, he wasn't sure if he could make it back to the suite without attacking Dean in the elevator on the way up. He nodded and followed Dean, side by side, out of the dark room, their hands gripping each other's hips.

In the elevator Cas shoved Dean against the mirrored walls, thrusting his hands under his shirt and kissed him.

"Shit, Cas," Dean gasped, surprised by Cas' urgency to have his hands all over him. Cas groaned when the elevator dinged, announcing that they had arrived.

Before the doors opened, Cas' lips brushed against Dean's ear, "I've been wanting to rip these clothes off of you all night."

He trembled at Cas' words. He couldn't wait to get Cas into the room.

Dean fumbled with the room key. When he finally got it open he didn't even have time to admire the room before Cas had his mouth on Dean's. He grabbed Dean's tie and blindly found their way to the bed.

Cas pushed Dean onto the soft comforter and kneeled in front of him. He ripped off his shoes and ran his hands up Dean's thighs until he found his belt. Cas grabbed the top of Dean's pants and briefs and yank them down in one pull.

Cas stood up and undid his pants while Dean watched, eyes wide. Dean sat up and pulled on Cas' tie until he was laying on top of Dean. Cas tore off his mask, then Dean's. He wanted to see Dean's eyes as he thrust into him.

Cas rolled his hips against Dean, his cock rubbing against Dean's thigh. Dean's hips bucked up, "Cas, jesus," Dean closed his eyes and arched his back. Cas loved seeing Dean melt and tremble under his touch.

Cas slid down and took Dean into his mouth, giving him a few moments of bliss before rummaging through his pants for the small tube of lube he brought. When Dean saw what he had he laughed and scooted further back onto the bed.

"How did you know we were gunna need that?" He asked as he watched Cas pour some into his hands.

"Because I knew I wouldn't be able to go all night with you in those clothes. You should really consider wearing this style of clothing more often."

Dean went to sit up, "Oh no, you stay where you are." He crawled towards Dean until he was kneeling in front of him. Dean breathed heavily and he clutched at the sheets, anxious for Cas to touch him. Cas lifted Dean's legs onto his shoulders and with slick fingers, he worked them into Dean.

Dean's eyes squeezed shut and Cas admired the view in front as the button down shirt strained against Dean's chest. Half of the vest hung off his shoulder and the tie was askew.

As Cas worked two more fingers in, Dean opened his eyes and watched as Cas used more fingers to work him loose. Dean's stomach flared with heat when Cas bit his lip and blue eyes looked hungrily into green eyes. The muscles bulged under Cas' black button down as he pulled his fingers out of Dean and replaced them immediately with his cock.

Dean threw his head back as Cas thrust into him, again, and again. He stopped thrusting when he was fully in Dean. Cas grabbed Dean's cock and ran his slick fingers along the shaft.

Watching Dean's mouth open in a silent gasp sent him over the edge. Dean moaned Cas' name loudly as he came. Cas gave a few more thrusts until he emptied into Dean. He pulled out and slumped down onto the bed next to Dean.

He fiddled with Dean's tie, "Yes…you are definitely wearing this more often."

Dean chuckled and used Cas' tie to pull him closer. It was a long lazy kiss and Cas took this moment to run his hands through Dean's hair and trace his jawline.

"I agree, nothing sexier than you wearing a button down while you fuck me," Dean whispered against Cas' lips.

~o0o~

The morning light shone through the curtains, casting shadows across the two boys lying in the bed.

Dean and Cas were tangled in sheets as they lay naked with each other. Dean woke up first, wincing when he tried to stretch. It was a beautiful feeling and it was even better that it was Cas who made him feel this way.

Cas stirred next to him and lazily opened his eyes. He smiled when he saw Dean was looking at him, "Mornin'," he mumbled.

Dean leaned in and kissed him on the forehead, "Good morning, sleep well?"

"Yes, very, but I'm starving."

Dean rolled out of bed and pulled on his briefs and jeans, "I'll order some room service, we'll have breakfast in bed." He winked at Cas and called for breakfast.

The suite was quiet and Dean assumed Merlin and Arthur were still in their room. The Park Suite was a long room with two bedrooms on either side of the suite, so hopefully Merlin and Arthur didn't hear anything last night.

Once the room service arrived, Dean brought it back to the room. Cas was sitting up in bed, the sheet covering him from the hips down. Dean crawled in next to him and they shared pancakes, bacon, orange juice, and a plate of strawberries.

They met Merlin and Arthur at the door when they went to leave; all four boys wore smiles. Their once perfectly pressed clothing disheveled and they all had terrible sex hair.

It was definitely a night Dean wouldn't forget.