"Sir?" Castiel peaked into Dean's office.
"Come in," Dean waved.
"This is a business thing, right?" Castiel entered.
"Of course," Dean got up from his desk and closed the door, "I mean serious business," he pushed Castiel further into the office and started kissing him.
"Dean," the young man's complaint turned into a moan, "We have to work," he whined.
"Sam can live without you for the next twenty minutes," Dean pulled off Castiel's tie, "I can't."
"Damn you," Castiel tore Dean's jacket off and pushed him into a file cabinet. Castiel lifted Dean off his feet and carried him to the desk. This was new. Castiel took advantage of Dean's surprise and worked his buttons quickly, kissing his way down his chest. Dean soften under his attentions, falling back onto the desk moaning. Castiel pushed Dean further onto the desk so he could kneel between his legs.
Paper and stationary got either crumpled, broken or pushed to the floor. "Did you lock the door?" Castiel asked as he undid Dean's pants.
"Mh-hm," Dean responded as he unbuttoned Castiel's shirt. That was it for the talk. All was grinding, grunting, kissing and frantic undressing. Castiel pulled a bottle of lube out of Dean's top drawer. Yep, sex in the office wasn't a first. He poured some on his fingers and since he was doing it single handed the bottle lay on its side and some of its contents dripped onto some very official documents. Castiel put his fingers to Dean's entrance.
"Uh Cas," Dean's cheeks clenched.
"Yeah," Castiel's voice was so low and gravelly Dean could barely make out the word. Dean didn't respond, only a small sound escaped him. Castiel inserted one finger into him.
"Cas," Dean's voice became even higher. Castiel moaned in response and pushed his finger further inside. "Cas," Dean gripped his wrist.
"You're not gonna tell me we have to stop, are you?" Castiel looked like he might burst into tears.
"No, I just... uh," Dean blushed.
"You've never done this before," Castiel realised. He and Dean had been sleeping together for almost a month now and Dean had never bottomed in that time. It didn't completely slip Castiel's notice but it wasn't like he was keeping score. Dean's face turned scarlet. "You'll like it," Castiel swirled his finger, "Relax," he started nipping Dean's neck. He worked slowly, pressing further inside when Dean relaxed until he had three slick fingers buried inside the other man. He pulled his fingers out and slicked up his cock.
Castiel pulled his lips from Dean's and entered him slowly. Savouring the tight, moist heat. Dean bit Castiel's shirt covered bicep. By the time Castiel was buried inside Dean the burn between Dean's cheeks was nothing to the one on Castiel's arm. Castiel moved one hand between their bodies and stroked Deans length, causing the other man to relax his jaw. Moving slowly, he stroked and kissed Dean. A growl escaped Castiel in his effort at restraint and he felt Dean's cock twitch against him.
"That's good," Dean moaned, "Yeah."
"Fuck," Castiel moved harder and faster. He arched his back and watched Dean's face redden, twist and contort in pleasure. He stroked harder and fucked faster. "God Dean" Castiel plunged into the tight ring of muscle. "I'm gonna come," he warned. Dean responded by throwing his head back and moaning a deep rumbling moan. Castiel jerked Dean faster, not wanting to be the only one to reach his climax. Just as he giving up on holding back his orgasm Dean started to spill into his hand. He spilled into Dean in spasms right after. "Hot damn," Castiel collapsed on top of lax muscles.
"Mhhh," Dean brushed Castiel's hair lazily.
"Hey, oh for the love of God," Sam took a step inside then moved back and slammed the door shut. "Mr Winchester's previous meeting is taking longer than anticipated. Scotch anyone?"
"It's ten forty five," one of his clients pointed out.
"I know," Sam led them away.
"You said you locked the door," Castiel hissed as they got dressed. Dean knew better than to open his mouth at this point, "You said you locked the door and my boss walked in on us."
"I'll handle Sam," Dean promised.
"And that is why it's frowned upon to screw your boss," Castiel sneered.
"Come on baby, don't be mad," Dean fixed Castiel's tie. The blue eyed man slapped his hand away. Dean lifted Castiel's chin and kissed him.
"I hate that I can't stay mad at you," Castiel put his hands behind Dean's neck and pulled him close. They didn't kiss. They just stood there with their foreheads together and small smiles on their faces.
"You done yet? Or should I tell our paying clients to give you more time?" Sam walked back in. Castiel put some distance between himself and Dean.
"I'll get back to work," Castiel tried to smooth his hair.
"One thing first," Sam closed the door behind him, "The sex, on every surface, in every room of this building, it stops now or so help me God I will sanction anti-fraternisation rules."
"Come now Sam," Dean smiled.
"No," Sam shook his head, "I've never seen you this happy before so I let you get away with this insanity for the past month. Now you need to act like an adult."
"You know what your problem is, Sam?" Dean pointed, "You don't know what it is to be passionate about anything. You fight with people just to butt heads, I break into your house in the middle of the night and I find you and your wife in pyjamas. I'll lock the door next time but that's it. I'm not gonna apologise for the fact that I've found the one person I can't stand to be without. And you're not gonna make him suffer for it."
"We have a meeting to get to," Sam pulled the door open roughly.
"The very least you could do is care that you're miserable," Dean growled at his brother.
"And how would that help?" Sam looked at his brother sadly before he left the room. For the first time since the day they met Castiel thought of Sam as a human being.
"Sorry about that," Dean turned to Castiel.
"It's okay," Castiel took his hand and kissed his knuckles, "I have to go back to work," he said.
"Lunch?" Dean asked.
"I doubt that very much," Castiel backed out of the room, "And I have to go pitch Winchesters Insurance to some guy who lives a solid four hours from here and nowhere near an airport so I'll probably see you tomorrow."
"Well then come back here and kiss me," Dean felt his heart clench already. Castiel did as he was instructed. He meant it to be a short kiss but Dean pulled him closer and held tight. Castiel pushed back and Dean ended up on his ass on the desk. He hissed a little in pain.
"I'm not sure whether that makes me feel guilty or turns me on," Castiel smiled as he pulled back.
"You're an ass," Dean pushed him and gathered his proposals.
"Who would have thought you'd ever have occasion to say that to me?" Castiel waited for Dean. They may as well leave together now.
"We live and we learn," Dean handed the sheets to Castiel, who knew how it would look if he left his boss's office empty handed while said boss carried his own crap. They didn't flaunt their relationship. That's not to say nobody knew. It was one of those things very few people knew to be more than a rumour. Dean had something of a reputation and Castiel kept to himself. He was always busy and he wasn't the most approachable of people. Also, hanging around Sam so much made him cranky and snubby. They parted with a small peck at the door and Castiel went to pick up the proposals and quotes and crap for his meeting. One of Dean's assistants would take over for him for the rest of the day, poor child.
After five hours on the road (one little wrong turn added sixty minutes to the drive) Castiel had finally arrived at the house of Cupid Richings. He hadn't gone into the family business, no that would be too easy. Castiel was ninety nine percent sure that Sam had sent him out here because Cupid's currently uninsured company was Erotic Essentials. Yeah, this wouldn't be awkward at all. When he got to the house Castiel took a deep breath and rang the bell. The door swung open and revealed... everything!
"You must be Castiel," the naked man pulled him into a tight embrace. Castiel was trying his very best not to be offensive but come one! A naked man was rubbing up against him and it wasn't fun. No wonder Sam had been smiling when he'd given him this assignment.
"Uh, Mr Um," Castiel rubbed the side of his neck not knowing where to look.
"Cupid hun," the chubby man took him by the hand and led him into the house, "Call me Cupid."
At least Cupid had the good sense to cover up the important bits Castiel grumbled in his head. They were going to talk about risks attributable to making vibrators and thunder beads for pete's sake. Did there really have to be an actual penis on display? "May I ask why you never insured your business?" Castiel walked faster so he could keep up with Cupid rather than walk behind him.
"The Lord giveth and he taketh away," the smiling man shrugged. Castiel was happy to have his hand back.
"That was before the Lord invented insurance," Castiel blurted. He had trouble holding his tongue in uncomfortable situations. Cupid just laughed, much to Castiel's relief.
"Would you like something to drink?" he asked.
"Whiskey please," Castiel threw professionalism to the wind. If this guy could be naked at a business meeting then Castiel could drink.
"Non-alcoholic beverages only sugar," Cupid smiled apologetically.
"Just my luck," Castiel mumbled.
"Pardon?" Cupid squinted.
"Just water please," Castiel restructed.
"Coming right up," Cupid said with cheer that was hard to believe. He disappeared and came back with a glass of water and a glass of green goo.
"Why would you want to risk all this?" Castiel looked around the large room, "You can obviously afford the premiums so what do you have against insurance?"
"Honestly?" Cupid tilted his head, "I like the possibility of change. I'll feel like I'm stuck here otherwise."
"Pardon me for saying this but that is insane," Castiel looked the man in the eye, "Vacation on beach in a trailer," Castiel pulled an example of what he knew of Sam's edited version of Cupid's past, "Make a timetable and split your time between here and there. Being rich doesn't mean you can't leave this place and you don't have to be penniless to go back to your former home."
"That's not moving forward," Cupid shook his head, "It's moving back and forth between the same two points"
"See this is what I don't get about people," Castiel didn't mean to say it out loud but he continued since he had, "Why can't they be content when life is good?"
"People are obsessed with the possibility of more," Cupid answered, "But I, personally, am content. And I'll be just as content if my situation should change. True happiness is being happy when you have everything and happy when you have nothing."
"Excuse me," Castiel stood up, "Which way is the restroom?"
"There's one right down the hall," the older man pointed. Castiel went to the bathroom and called Dean.
"I hate your brother," he hissed into the phone, "For two minutes this morning I thought he was a human being but now I have seen the error of my ways."
"What did he do?" Dean asked.
"He sent me to negotiate with a grabby, happy-go-lucky nudist without so much as a heads up," Castiel closed the toilet and sat on it.
"Cupid," Dean couldn't help but laugh, "That's just the way he greets everyone."
"He's smiley and cheerful and asking to be kicked in the teeth," Castiel rubbed his temples.
"We all want to kick him in the teeth," Dean admitted, "I just tell myself that no one's that happy."
"What I wouldn't give to see you naked right now," Castiel sighed.
"You want me to touch myself in my office Cas?" Dean's breath hitched, "Because I will."
"Get your hand off your crotch Dean," Castiel smirked, "I'm not having phone sex with you in a stranger's bathroom."
"Have fun with the nudist," Dean jeered.
"Bite me," Castiel cut the the call. Next he dialled Sam.
"Samuel Winchester," he answered the phone.
"No one likes to be ambushed by naked people," Castiel admitted, "I've learn my lesson. Can I come back now?"
"No," Sam said simply, "You still have to pay your debt to society."
"Whatever it takes," Castiel resisted the impulse to say something stupid.
"Bring me back a client," Sam put pressure on Castiel, "And don't be smarmy," he cut the call. Castiel flushed the toilet and washed his hands just to delay. He decided to try a different approach with Cupid.
"I met some of your family once," he said, "A lot of them are in the casino business."
"Daddy issues," Cupid laughed it off, "They're all desperate for his approval. I'm secure enough in myself and in his love for me to deviate from the pattern."
"But why...uh... Erotic Essentials?" Castiel rubben the side of his neck. This would be a lot more comfortable a topic if this man wore clothes.
"I love love," Cupid said with a huge smile, like it should make perfect sense to everyone, "And nothing makes me happier than helping people keep it alive."
"And if your factory caught fire? Who would do that for people then?" Castiel asked, "Because honestly I came here expecting Larry Flint but the way you talk about love makes me a little less embarrassed that I'm falling for my boss. I can't let you play Russian Roulette with that kind of wisdom."
"I've never heard it pitched like that before," Cupid's face lit up even more. Castiel wondered if the man's cheeks hurt yet.
"What do you say?" Castiel smiled back.
"Get me a quote," Cupid gave in.
"Everything you need is in there," Castiel slid the bound papers over. Cupid paged through them.
"You brought me a contract?" his brows knitted.
"My boss isn't good with 'No'," Castiel laughed.
"I will fax these to my lawyer," Cupid picked up the folder, "Would you like a tour of the house?" he asked.
"I have a long way to drive," Castiel declined, "Have your lawyer call me," he handed a business card over. Stupid Cas, didn't see the hug coming again. This time he managed to pat Cupid on the back. "It was nice meeting you," Castiel said.
"It was nice meeting you too sweetie," Cupid waved from the door. Castiel felt a sense of accomplishment having done something that had defied so many people. He turned up the music and drove home. Somewhere in the middle of more nowhere he passed a man on foot. His guilt made him reverse.
"Need a ride?" he rolled down the window.
"A man on foot with nothing around but grasslands. What would make you think that?" the dirty blond man asked.
"I have no qualms leaving you here to fend for yourself," Castiel revved the engine.
"You wouldn't have backed up if that were true," the stranger argued, "Now are you going to unlock this door or what?"
Castiel shook his head and unlock the door. "What's your name and what day is it?" the short man asked his when he'd gotten into the car.
"Castiel and it's Wednesday," he turned to look at the man beside him in confusion.
"You just picked up a strange man at dusk in a pretty slick company car," the stranger shrugged, "I'm just trying to gauge your mental state."
"What's your name?" Castiel asked with a laugh.
"Are you trying to gauge my mental state?" the blond man smiled.
"Would you like to walk?" Castiel asked.
"Loki," the passenger answered. Castiel didn't comment on the name. The act annoyed him to end so he wouldn't perpetrate it. If he had known of the headaches this small man would give him by the end of the night maybe he'd have left him on the side of the road.
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