Title: The Trenchcoat Avenger of Truman High
Author: rons_pigwidgeon
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Masturbation, Underage Drinking, Phone Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Sex Toys
Chapter Summary: In which Castiel goes to college, meets new people, goes on his first date, and has lots of awkward, but still hot-as-hell phone sex with Dean.
Author's Note: Unbetaed chapter for now, sadly. I didn't decide to write this chapter until two weeks ago, and I've only completed writing it today. I would have waited until it had a chance to get to beta, but I wanted to stick to my schedule. If you see any grammar/spelling issues, please let me know, and expect a re-post with edits sometime soon. I already have chapter 5 and 6 written out, and I'm going to try to stay ahead of the game so this doesn't happen again.
Please note that additional tags have been added to the story's description.
The three-hour drive from Fairfax was a trial in patience as Thomas spent the entire ride trying to cram as much annoying little brother behavior as conceptually possible before Castiel was out of his reach until Thanksgiving. But now that he is on campus, the prospect of leaving his home and his family—even his annoying little brother—is beginning to weigh on Castiel. Can I really do this? What if I get sick or fall down a flight of stairs and break my leg? What if I don't make any friends? These and a hundred other worries flew through his head as his family began to unpack the car. By the time they were ready with the first load of suitcases and bedding, he was very near a panic attack, but one step into the lobby of his new dorm calmed him immediately. It was like walking into the halls of Oxford—or at least what he imagined doing so would feel like.
"This is beautiful, Castiel," his mother says, looking around the spacious foyer.
He nods, staring up at the vaulted ceiling. "Yes, it is. It's hard to believe I will be living here."
"The paperwork says you'll be on the third floor," Roger offers from directly behind them.
Castiel turns, frowning. "I wonder if there's an elevator."
"The elevator is located around the corner. Hello, I am the Resident Master here at Burton-Judson Courts, Gandira Yadav. My wife, Yashawanthi, is talking to another new student over there," a short Indian man greets them, pointing to an Indian woman with dark hair long enough to sit on, talking to another freshman and her family across the foyer from them.
"Hello, sir. I am Castiel Novak. These are my parents, Roger and Amelia Novak, and my siblings."
"Our new linguist? Lovely to meet you finally, Castiel, Mr. And Mrs. Novak. Rest assured that we will be taking excellent care of your son here at Burton-Judson Courts. Let me show you to your dorm room. The elevator is this way." Mr. Yadav explains some of the highlights of Castiel's new dormitory as he directed them to the elevators, and is kind enough to take them all the way to Castiel's door. He leaves the keys with Castiel, along with instructions on how to find the Resident Masters' living quarters should he need anything. The courtesy is much appreciated by Castiel and his family, and even his littlest siblings pay polite attention, though Claire only looks to be interested because she has never met an Indian person before, and she starts fading fast when he starts to explain the bus routes to and from campus, and which areas of the city to avoid for safety reasons. Castiel feels welcomed and reassured that he will not be as horribly off as he had begun to fear he might be, and even his dorm room is not as small or uncomfortable as he had anticipated.
They drop off the first load of belongings, and Amelia, Claire, and Jacob stay behind to make the bed and begin the unpacking process, while Castiel and the others make the second trip down to the car.
A girl is helping to spread out Castiel's comforter when they return, and his mother hurries to introduce them. "Castiel, this is your neighbor, Avery Wells. Avery, this is my son, Castiel. Avery was kind enough to pop in to help me unpack for you," Amelia explains, offering an encouraging smile.
Castiel smiles at Avery and holds out his hand to shake. She is blonde and pretty, and Cas has a feeling his mother is hoping he will show romantic interest in her. He will have to explain as soon as his family has gone, but for the moment he is happy just to have a new acquaintance.
"Hi, Castiel, it's nice to meet you. I live next door, and I saw your little sister trying to escape, and thought I'd come check things out. You're in Linn-Mathews, right?"
"Yes," Cas answers, blinking. He hadn't expected people to know who he was before he got to campus.
"Yeah, you're the last of us freshman to move in, but don't worry. The other guys are cool. I should probably leave you to get all unpacked and everything, but we're going to a movie later if you want to come."
"Yes, I would like that, thank you," Castiel answers with probably more surprise than is warranted. Perhaps he isn't going to be alone after all.
"Excellent. I'll stop by and pick you up before we go. It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Novak, Claire, Jacob." She slips out passed Castiel's father with a wave and a flip of her golden hair.
"She was nice, Castiel," Amelia prompts, taking the box Roger had been holding and setting it down to unpack it. "She told me she plans to major in English Literature."
"She was really pretty, too!" Claire adds, grinning as she wraps herself around Castiel's leg.
"Yes, she was, Claire. Did you like her?" Castiel asks, patting her head.
"Yep!"
"Then, I shall endeavor to like her, as well," Castiel says, leaning down to give his sister a kiss on the cheek before moving to help unpack.
Castiel had had time to settle in, had had his first outing with his fellow students, had even had his first slice of Chicago-style pizza. He had not stopped grinning for the last four hours. His house-mates were wonderful, his dorm room was clean and did not appear to come with noisy neighbors, his room was mostly unpacked, and he had three days until classes started. And best of all: he had his very own cell phone and an empty dorm room with which to use it.
"Hello?" Dean's wary voice whispers from the other end of the phone line. Cas' grin grows wider.
"Hello, Dean."
"Cas? Hey, wasn't expecting to hear from you so soon. How was moving day?" There are sounds of rustling fabric and movement, then a door shutting, and Dean stops whispering. "This your new number?"
"Yes, it is. Moving was quicker than I expected. My dorm room is a little bigger than I thought it would be, and my hall-mates are nice."
"Yeah? You meet anyone cool yet?"
"I've already gone out to dinner and a movie with everyone from my House. They're all so interesting and amusing, and they made me try deep-dish pizza, and it was amazing!"
Dean chuckles. "It is amazing. I'm glad you're having fun. Tell me about this... did you say house? I thought you were moving into a dorm."
"I have. The dormitories are separated into Houses, much like the educational system in the United Kingdom. It's meant to foster solidarity and friendly competition between Houses. Mine is called Linn-Mathews, named after—" He would have gladly explained the history of his House to Dean, but Dean promptly cuts him off.
"Yeah, yeah, onto the important stuff. Tell me about these people you met."
Cas rolls his eyes, but he's too excited to comment on Dean's lack of academic interest. "Alright, there's Avery Wells. She lives next door to me, and she's very nice. I think you will like her. She is what I believe you would call 'hot' and incredibly interesting to talk to. She told me the entire history of Oscar Wilde while we were waiting for the bus. Did you know he was imprisoned for being a homosexual by his lover's homophobic father?"
"No idea who that is, Cas, but I met a stripper once named Octavia Wilde."
"Dean, honestly. Oscar Wilde was fascinating. You should read some of his work. Perhaps we could read The Picture of Dorian Gray together?"
"You're gonna make me read, now? I knew college was a bad idea." Castiel only doesn't scold him because he can hear the humor in his tone.
"Yes, well, maybe not. Anyway, I think Avery will make a very nice friend."
"Did you tell her you're gay yet, or are you gonna break her heart first?"
"I did, though I have no idea why you would think I could break her heart. She took it well, as did my other house-mates."
"Yeah? Good, tell me about them."
"Well, there's Joren, who is from Denmark. He's... different, but pleasant. His accent is fascinating to listen to, and he speaks French, so I have someone to continue practicing with, which is good. There's also Neil. He's very amusing, and I think he might be interested in Avery."
"You did say she was hot."
"I did."
"Either of the guys hot?" Dean asks with a slight hesitancy.
"No, not that I would tell you if they were. We agreed not to talk about our other potential partners, remember?"
"You can still tell me if you think one of them is hot. Just don't tell me if you make out with one of them."
"I only want to make out with you."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. In fact, I wish you were here now, so that I could do just that."
"Yeah? What would you do with me if you had me there?" Dean's voice drops an octave, and Castiel feels the first signs of arousal.
He spreads out on the bed with the phone to his ear and licks his lips. He thinks he knows where Dean's going with this, and though he's nervous, he's also a little bit excited. "I'd probably kiss you."
"Yeah? Where?"
Cas frowns. "What do you mean? On your mouth, of course."
Dean laughs. "There are other parts of the body to kiss, you know."
"Like where?" Cas asks. He shifts further down the bed and lets his free hand start to rub down his chest over his shirt.
"Like your neck. That's where I'd start, just behind your ear. You'd like that, wouldn't you? I'd nibble on your earlobe a little, then lick down your throat to your—"
"That sounds incredibly unpleasant, Dean. Why would I want you to bite me on my earlobe? I'd much rather you kiss me."
"Cas, shut up and listen, would you? It'd feel good, I promise."
"Alright, but I still think it would be painful."
"It wouldn't be, not the way I do it. Anyway, I'd lick down your neck to your collar bone, and then back up the other side to your jaw."
"That's an awful lot of licking. It sounds wet."
"You sound wet. Wait, that didn't..." Dean lets out a loud sigh. Cas starts laughing, rolling nearly off the bed, because really, this is just ridiculous. He's still half-hard, though. "It's kind of hard to be sexy when you keep correcting me, Cas. Do you want to have phone sex or not?"
He settles, toning down his giggles and getting a better grip on the phone. "Yes, Dean. I apologize. I'm new to this."
"Me, too, baby, me too. Okay, where was I?"
"I believe you were about to kiss me for real."
"Mmm, I was. I'd start by sucking your bottom lip into my mouth, maybe nibble it a little."
Cas cannot help but start giggling again. "I had no idea you were such a biter, Dean."
"Okay, so we're not doing this, then," Dean starts to grouse, clearly done with Cas' interruptions.
Cas sits up, shaking his head though Dean can't see him. "No, no, I'm sorry. I like it; I promise. Please, continue."
"I don't think I want to now that you're laughing at me."
"What if I told you I'm taking my shirt off right now?" Cas asks, pulling his shirt up his stomach, and trying to maneuver it over his head without dislodging the phone.
"Yeah? I can get behind that."
"Good. You were kissing me?" Cas prompts, laying back once the shirt's off so that he can get comfortable again.
"Well, now that your shirt's off, I'm gonna have to do some exploring. You laying down?"
"Yes, I am."
"Good. If I were there, I'd be playing with your nipples right about now. Any idea how good a tongue on your nipple feels, Cas?"
"No, of course not, Dean. But I think I would like it."
"Why don't you try it with your fingers. Rub them over nice and good and give 'em a little pinch."
Cas moves his hands down his chest, eyes closed tight as he begins playing with his nipples. His actions send a tendril of shocked pleasure down his spine and he gasps, squirming a little on the bed. He can hear Dean's breath shallow out at the sound.
"Like that, baby?"
"Yes, it's surprisingly pleasant."
"Good, now give them a little hard tug."
Cas does and cries out at the pleasure. "Dean..."
He can hear the grin in Dean's raspy response. "Knew you'd like that. If I were there, I'd be biting them, nice and hard. You'd be squirming for me, wouldn't you, baby?"
"Yes, Dean." Cas' hip thrust upwards involuntarily only to meet air. He wishes he had Dean over him to rub against instead.
"Fuck, you probably look so hot. I'd be going for your pants now. You wearing any?"
"Of course, Dean. Why wouldn't I be wearing pants?"
"In bed, all alone? I wouldn't be. In fact, I'm not, just boxers, and I've got those down already. Lose the pants and the underwear."
Cas hesitates, frowning. "Are you telling me you're..."
"Yeah, why don't you join me?"
Cas imagines Dean laying in bed, shirtless with his boxers pushed down around his knees, his hand stroking his erection. "Oh! I um... you're... o-o-okay," he stutters, distracted by the image of Dean. He fumbles with his trousers, but ends up having to drop the phone before he can get them down and off. When he gets the phone next to his ear again, Dean's breath is husky and there's a wet sound Cas can't identify.
"Are you good and hard for me, baby?"
"Yes, Dean. What would you be doing to me now?"
"What do you want me to do to you?"
Cas hesitates, biting his lip. He feels a strange combination of incredibly turned on and sort of ridiculous. He's never even gone past kissing in person, and he now he's about to tell Dean his sexual fantasies? He pictures Dean again, all but naked and stroking himself, awaiting Cas' answer. "I want you to touch me."
"Oh yeah? Where?"
Cas groans, rolling onto his side with the phone wedged between his cheek and the pillow. "You're really going to make me say it?" he asks, embarrassed.
"Why, you shy—" There's a loud beep, and the phone abruptly cuts into silence. Cas sits up, confused, picking the phone up to look at the screen. The call was ended, but why would Dean...? I must have hit the END button with my cheek. Crap, he thinks, quickly dialing Dean's number again. "Where'd you go, there?" Dean asks.
"I accidentally hit the END button with my cheek, sorry. Not exactly sexy..."
Dean chuckles low and warm with affection. "You're always sexy to me, Cas. Now, where were we?"
Relief washes over Cas at Dean's easy acceptance of his mistake. He shifts back onto his back, holding the phone up carefully so he won't hit the wrong button again. "You were about to touch me inappropriately, I believe."
"That sounds like something I might do. I bet you're hard as a rock for me, aren't you, baby?"
"Yeah. Are you?"
"Oh yeah. Want me to make you come?"
"Yes..." Cas curls his fingers around his own erection, imagining what it might feel like to have Dean doing it instead. His body feels hot all over, and he's already been leaking pre-come for a while now. He uses it to stroke himself, gasping at how good it feels.
"I can do that. I'd grip you tight and stroke you good and fast. You're gonna be a screamer, aren't you, baby? When I really get to touch you. I'm gonna kiss you all over, make you shake for me, baby, beg me to touch you. You want that?"
"God, yes... oh god, Dean, I'm gonna..." He doesn't get to say the rest before he's trembling and gushing come onto his hand and chest. He vaguely hears Dean curse, thinks he might have come, too. Cas closes his eyes, panting, weak. Dean doesn't say anything for a long while, but Cas can still hear him on the other end.
Eventually, he chuckles breathlessly. "Dude, I can't wait to come see you. That was awesome."
Castiel cannot help but agree, huffing out a laugh of his own. "I've never done anything like that before. I agree that it was surprisingly pleasant."
"I haven't either, but yeah, we're definitely doing that again."
"Not just the phone sex, though. You should probably know that I've never done... anything before."
"You telling me you're a virgin, Cas?"
"In every way, yes. I haven't exactly had the opportunity before."
"We'll just have to see what we can do about that, then, yeah? If you want to, that is. I wouldn't, you know, make you or anything."
"I would like that very much. When will you be coming to see me?"
"I don't know, yet. I'm trying really hard, though."
"Good, I miss you."
"Yeah? Me, too." There's the sound of water running and splashing. Dean must be cleaning himself up in the bathroom. Castiel takes the chance to find a washcloth and wipe himself down. He'll have to shower when he gets off the phone.
"I should get ready for bed. I promised Avery I would meet her for breakfast in the morning, and it's already past 1:00 in the morning."
"Yeah, it's like 2:00-something here. Call you tomorrow?"
"I look forward to it. Perhaps we could do more of the... thing we just did."
Dean laughs out-right, but it doesn't sound like he's laughing at Cas' expense, so he doesn't mind. "Definitely. Night, Cas."
"Goodnight, Dean." He hangs up and sits smiling at the phone for a while afterwards, uninterested in moving for the time being. Eventually, he does get up and gathers his toiletries to brave his first communal shower. It is neither as pleasant or unpleasant as he had imagined when he first found out about them. He goes to bed smiling.
Dr. Petronilla Märtz is the most fascinating woman Castiel has ever had the pleasure to meet. She teaches language in a manner that fascinates him. Language acquisition has always come easily to him, but something about her methods resonate well with him.
He stands from their latest session with a sense of confidence that he will be able to master German as thoroughly as he has mastered his other fluent languages. He turns to leave, and there's a guy standing at the end of his row, looking at him hesitantly. He is pale and blond, attractive in an unconventional way. Castiel recognizes him as a fellow student who always sits on the other side of the classroom and almost never talks.
"Hallo?" Castiel greets, stepping forward.
"Hi, um, Castiel, right? I'm Roderic.I just... er, I wondered if you might fancy getting a coffee with me?" Roderic has an English accent, Castiel thinks possibly southern, and his voice is much deeper than Castiel would have anticipated, given how skinny and meek he appears.
Castiel momentarily considers what Dean might think of him going to coffee with another man, but quickly dismisses the worry. It is unlikely that this man means to ask Castiel on a date. He probably just wants to discuss the coursework. And even if he is interested in Castiel romantically, Castiel knows that Dean is regularly sexually active. There's no reason he cannot get coffee with an attractive young man himself. "I... Ja, das klingt nett."
Roderic looks unsure, fiddling with the hem of his cardigan. "Does that mean yes? Sorry, I'm crap at this German stuff."
Castiel smiles, taking the final few steps to stand in front of Roderic. "That was a yes. I believe I would like to go to coffee with you. Did you intend for us to go now or at a later date?"
Roderic is beaming "Er... would now be alright? If you have somewhere else to be, we could plan for later?"
"I do not have anywhere else to be at the moment."
"Coffee shop down the street, then?"
"Lead the way." Roderic does, making sure that he walks next to Castiel and is attentive to him. They chat about their coursework and how much each likes the professor, before moving on to more personal topics. It is pleasant, and not as nerve-wrecking as Castiel had always believed his first date would be. When Roderic walks him back to the dorms a few hours later, he is surprised to find the young man lives on the first floor of his building. Roderic walks him to his door like a gentleman.
As they stand there chatting, it occurs to Castiel that a date usually ends in a kiss. He looks up at Roderic, smiling happily and chatting about his favorite restaurant in the city and how they should go there, and takes hold of his jacket lapel, pulling him down into a chaste kiss. Roderic makes a surprised noise, but doesn't hesitate to return the kiss, cupping a hand to Castiel's cheek. It isn't as assertive as Dean's kiss had been, and the same butterflies that had occupied his stomach then are absent now, but it is pleasant. He pulls away smiling. "I had a nice time with you today. Thank you for inviting me and for the coffee."
"Thank you for agreeing. I was sure you wouldn't. Would you be interested in going out again?"
"I believe I would, yes. Should I give you my number?"
Roderic's smile turns cheeky. "I wouldn't object." He pulls his phone out of his back pocket, ready to punch the number in, and Castiel quickly gives it to him. They exchange another smile, and Roderic swoops in for another quick peck on the lips, before slipping off back downstairs, presumably to his own room. Castiel opens his door with a smile, and isn't at all surprised when Avery arrives five seconds later to interrogate him.
Dean just saved a little girl from the angry ghost of her abusive grandfather, and now he's having a slice of celebratory blueberry pie while he waits to pick Sammy up from school. All-in-all, Dean's having a kind of awesome day. He pulls his phone out of his jacket pocket and dials Cas.
"Castiel's phone. How may I help you?" a female answers after three rings.
"Who's this?"
"Avery, who's this?"
"This is Dean. Where's Cas?"
"Dean? Hot, long-distance boyfriend Dean? I've heard a lot about you."
"Oh? Cas talks about me?"
"Oh yeah, he told me all about your hotness. Plus, I heard him moaning your name through the wall the other night. Sounded kind of kinky if you ask me."
Dean presses the heel of a hand into his eye. "Yeah, uh... thanks. Is Cas around?"
"He's in the bathroom, getting ready for his date. You have some competition there. I saw the other guy walking Cas home the other day, and I gotta say he wasn't hard to look a nice English accent, too."
Dean pauses. He hadn't realized Cas was dating anyone. Part of him is just a little bit worried, but he shakes it off. "Cas can do whatever he wants; I'm not worried. You didn't hear him calling that dude's name through the wall, did you?"
"Not yet. You planning on coming to see him soon, or what? He's not gonna wait around forever. I know he told me you guys have an open relationship, or whatever, but Cas needs a good bump-n-grind as much as anyone. You don't want him doing that with anyone else, do you?"
"He won't. What about you? I heard you're not too bad to look at, yourself."
"Oh, did you? Well, Castiel wasn't lying. You know, if Cas does ever drop you like a hot potato, I would be more than happy to lick your wounds for you." There are sounds of a door opening and movement, then Cas' voice in the background.
"Who's on the phone?"
"You're boyfriend. He sounds like sex on legs."
There's a grunt that sounds distinctly like Cas. "He is sex on legs. Give me the phone, please."
"Later, hottie," Avery says into the phone. A second later, Cas is there.
"I apologize for my friend. She does not know how to keep her hands off other people's things."
"Don't worry about it. I think I might like her."
"She is a pleasant companion. You are calling at an unusually early hour today."
"Yeah, I had kind of an awesome day. Thought I'd call early. I heard you got a date, though, so it's good I caught you."
"Avery was not supposed to mention that. It is nothing serious, I can assure you."
"Cas, I don't care if you go out with other guys. Not exactly a saint myself, am I?"
"Regardless, I will keep my dalliances as emotionless and non-sexual as possible. I do not wish to have either with anyone but you."
"Okay, cool. Uh...you gotta go now or...?"
"I have a few minutes. Tell me about your awesome day."
Dean does, as much as he can without revealing the morning spent in a cemetery in the middle of nowhere, digging up a grave so he could salt and burn a body that was only just beginning to rot. Cas has to hang up a few minutes later, but he leaves Dean with a promise to call him the next night for a round of phone sex, which is alright with Dean. He tucks his phone into his pocket with a renewed resolve to get time off to visit Cas.
"What would you like to do tonight?" Castiel asks, pulling one of his feet onto his bed and hugging his knee.
Avery swirls in his desk chair, leaning her head back so her long hair nearly gets caught in the chair wheels. "There's a Greek party on the Loyola campus we could crash."
Cas tilts his head, intrigued. "I have never been to a party before, but if they are anything like the fraternity parties I have seen in some of the movies Dean has forced me to watch, I do not believe I would like them."
"This isn't a frat party. It's a Greek party. And what do you mean you've never been to a party? You're a red-blooded American college student, and you're hot. How have you never been to a party?" She stops her spinning to stare at him in disbelief.
"I... never got invited to any?" Castiel hesitates. "I wasn't exactly popular in high school. I was homeschooled as a child, and we lived out on a farm in the middle of nowhere. My only friends were my siblings. I had acquaintances in high school, but I never got close enough to anyone to be considered party material. I don't think my parents would have liked me going to parties anyway."
"Well, they're not here to stop you now, are they? We're going. Get dressed and grab Neil and Joren and meet in my room in ten." She gets up and quickly leaves the room, Castiel assumes to change out of the brightly colored pajamas shorts she'd been wearing.
Castiel goes to Neil's room, taking his jacket with him and carefully locking his door behind him. He can see Neil and Joren through the open doorway, talking. They both look about to expire from boredom. He knocks on the door frame and is greeted by semi-interested head nods. "I have been instructed to collect you both and meet in Avery's room in less than ten minutes. We are going to a Greek party, which I have been assured is not the same thing as a fraternity party," he informs them, going in and making himself comfortable on the bed next to Joren.
"We're going to a party? Thank God, I'm so bored," Neil says with a sigh of relief. "Will there be hot chicks there?"
"I have no idea. Avery did not specify."
"You didn't ask?" Neil looks incredulous, as though Castiel has neglected to ask God what the purpose of life is.
"Castiel is a homosexual," Joren offers, mouth fumbling around the word. He had only learned the English word for it when Cas came out to him.
"Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot. You gonna invite that guy from your German class to come with us?" Neil asks, standing from his desk and going to his closet to change his shirt.
"No, I don't think so. We have only been on two dates."
"Dude, in college that's like being married."
Castiel blinks at him, slightly alarmed. Roderic does not think they are exclusive, does he? He had been planning on waiting to inform him of the situation with Dean until they had grown more comfortable with each other, if that ever happened. Their dates had been nice, but he is trying to maintain the emotional distance he has promised Dean. "You don't think he thinks we are a couple, do you?"
"Do you want him to?" Joren asks, looking curious.
"No, absolutely not."
"Ooh ho ho, I get it. He just a booty call for you, Cas?"
"I... I don't think I understand that term."
"Booty call?" Joren seconds his confusion.
"Gees, sometimes you're as bad as each other. Booty calls are people you call to have sex with when you want, but don't, like, date date."
"But Roderic and I have gone on two dates together."
"So, you haven't hooked up yet?"
"No? We've kissed, but nothing more. I am saving myself."
"Dude, when you said you were religious, I didn't think you meant you were a monk. Saving yourself? Really? What for? You're a dude. It's not like you're gonna get pregnant."
Castiel sighs, shaking his head. "While I am religious and do believe in the teachings of the Church, I have not taken a vow of chastity. I am merely waiting for a... particular person." He hasn't told Neil or Joren about Dean yet, and isn't sure he wants them to know about him.
"You're not holding off for your soul mate or something, are you?"
Castiel smiles vaguely. "Not exactly, no, though he is very important to me."
Neil pauses in tying his shoes. "Wait, are you talking about, like, a real person you already know?"
"Are you fuckers ready, or what? I think there's a rule that the girl of the group shouldn't be ready before the guys. Jesus," Avery exclaims as she walks through the open door. She has changed from her sweats into a violently pink dress that looks like it's made out of plastic and is so short Castiel thinks he might be able to see her bottom when she turns around. Thankfully, she is wearing a leopard print coat over the dress that reaches to her knees so that he will not have to find out where the dress reaches until she takes it off.
Castiel takes his eyes off her to glance at Neil, whose mouth is agape as he stares at her. Joren appears to be similarly affected. Castiel rolls his eyes and stands, pulling his jacket on. "Yes, let's go." Neil and Joren follow them out, Neil pausing to lock his door. They ask questions of Avery as they make their way to the elevator and then outside to the bus stop. Neil thankfully is too distracted by Avery and her tight, tiny dress to remember to ask Castiel about the particular someone he is holding his virginity for.
When the bus arrives, Joren takes the seat next to Castiel and begins a running commentary of Neil's behavior around Avery and her tiny dress that persists through a brief bus ride and a half-hour jaunt on the El and has Castiel holding back his laughter every few minutes. Thankfully, the commentary is in French, and neither Avery nor Neil can understand a word of it. Both are too distracted with each other to care, anyway.
Avery takes charge when they finally hit the streets again an hour later, leading them to an apartment building that is only distinguished from its neighbors by the pulsing music emitting from the windows. Castiel is apprehensive, but he has already come so far and is definitely not comfortable with the idea of taking public transit back by himself. Joren urges him up the front steps of the apartment ahead of him, giving him no choice but to move forward. There is a guy at the door selling red plastic cups for $5. He says they can drink as much as they want, but if they lose their cups, they have to buy another. Castiel doesn't intend to drink very much.
"Στην υγειά μας!" someone shouts from within a cluster of people stood on the other side of the large sitting room, and everyone else shouts back happily, holding up their drinks.
Castiel turns to Avery, intrigued and a little excited. "When you said this was a Greek party, what did you mean?" he asks, leaning over her shoulder. She's lost the coat and is already the center of attention to a group of young men.
She laughs and points to a Greek flag hanging behind the table set up for a DJ. "I thought you would like it. Here, meet Greg. Greg, this is Cas. He's a language nerd. I bet he could tell you the history of the Greek language in the United States and look extra hot doing it," Avery says with a wink, pulling a broad-shouldered man over by the sleeve of his shirt. The man is definitely Greek, with dark eyes, and dark, curly hair, and olive skin. He smiles down at Castiel, and Castiel's heart does a little flutter.
"Σας πάρτε μια μπύρα," Greg says, seeing that Castiel's cup is empty. He puts a loose arm around Castiel's shoulders and directs him to the kitchen where a keg sits with more people surrounding it. Joren is already there, getting his own beer, and he doesn't even blink an eye at seeing Castiel with a stranger's arm around him. He just switches cups with Cas and fills his own up.
"You found a friend already, gelukwensen! I am Joren. Who are you?" he asks, holding a hand out to shake Greg's. Greg introduces himself, and they exchange stories of how they met Avery while Castiel takes his first drink of beer. He has to fight very hard not to spit it out as soon as it reaches his lips. It is nothing like the dry wine he's had at church. It's bitter and entirely horrible, and he has no idea why anyone in their right mind would choose to drink it. Joren laughs at the expression on his face.
"It is not the best quality, but it will get you drunk, friend." Joren pats Castiel's shoulder and holds his cup up in a show of cheer. Castiel forces another mouthful down, just as awful as the first, but the encouraging look on Joren's face spurs him on.
"Not a fan of beer?" Greg asks, close enough to Castiel's ear to make him shiver.
"I've never had it before. It is not... preferable." Castiel explains.
"I'd offer you something else, but I don't think Mike has anything."
"I will endure. Can I assume that everyone here knows Greek?" he asks, trying to ignore the taste of sour juice in his mouth in favor of enjoying himself.
"Oh no, not everyone. We're all just from Greece, or our families are." He explains about his parents coming from Crete and growing up going to Greek school, and the conversation floats off from there to other topics. Before Castiel knows it, he's settled on a couch, all but in Greg's lap, and he cannot stop giggling. He's lost track of how many beers he's drunk, and Greg's hand is up the back of his shirt, his fingertips tingling along Cas' skin, and this party thing is a brilliant idea. He wants to go to parties every night.
He's just wrapped his fingers around Greg's neck with the intention of pulling him in for a kiss when there's a loud shout, and people start scrambling towards the back door. Castiel has no idea what's going on, but someone grabs his hand and pulls him along in the crowd. Someone behind him is shouting 'cops!', and suddenly he's stumbling down a rickety flight of wooden steps into an alley, and the person pulling him is wearing Avery's leopard coat. Castiel shakes some of the slush from his brain long enough to note that it is Avery pulling him.
They manage to break out of the alley and make a run for it in the opposite direction of the flashing police lights. Three blocks away, Avery pulls him to a stop in the archway of a closed thrift store and doubles over to catch her breath. Joren huddles in with them. Castiel hadn't even realized he'd been following them. "Shit, that was close. I'll lose my scholarship if I get caught drinking underage; you both probably will, too. Where's Neil?" she asks, peering around the doorway to look down the street.
"I saw him running the other direction. We might be able to catch him if we head for the subway now," Joren says, looking down the street as well.
"Okay, sounds good. Let's go." She steps back onto the sidewalk, a little more composed and neat after a coat and hair check in the closed shop window. She leads them on towards the subway stop, Castiel leaning on Joren's arm in an attempt to minimize his swaying footsteps as much as possible. The beer goggles in health class in no way prepared him for how disorienting behind drunk truly is.
"Doing okay there, Cas?" Avery asks, smiling back at him.
He frowns at her. "I feel dizzy," is all he manages. Avery laughs and shakes her head at him. Thankfully, they find Neil standing with a few other U of C students waiting on the train platform, buzzing over how exciting it was to have been at a party that actually got busted by the cops. It only occurs to Castiel as they get on the train after a five-minute wait that he has no idea where Greg went. He takes a seat next to Joren and cuddles into his side, an action Joren thankfully doesn't protest, and listens to Neil tell them about making out with a Greek girl from UIC, who had given him her number. For a while, he dozes.
An hour of public transit to sober up later, Castiel is still drunk. He knows this. His friends know this. The security guard at the entrance to the dorms knows this. He would care, but somehow he is well past that stage. Instead, he feels floaty and happy and a little dizzy and good god is he horny. He should just call Dean, and let Dean talk him to orgasm, but he doesn't want to have to imagine someone else's hands on him. He wants to feel them. So instead of going to his room to jack off with Dean's voice in his ear, he says goodnight to his friends at the elevator and goes down the hall to the Vincent House dorms.
Roderic looks sleepy, but pleased to see Castiel when he opens the door. Cas smiles drunkenly back and sways into Roderic's personal space. "Hi. You have very nice lips," he says, pulling Roderic down by his t-shirt and kissing him. Roderic makes a muffled sound of surprise, but quickly has his arms around Castiel and is kissing him back. Castiel sort of loses track of what's going on for a while except for nice and warm and pleasant, and when he's next aware, they're laying on Roderic's bed with their shirts off, and Castiel is straddling Roderic's hips, grinding down on his erection and moaning. Roderic takes ahold of his hips to help him along, nipping and licking at Cas' neck.
"You're so bloody gorgeous, you know that?" Roderic whispers into his ear, taking his earlobe between his teeth and gently tugging. Castiel moans, grinding his hips down harder. All he can think about is that Dean had been right. Biting does feel good. His only regret is that it was not Dean here below him, nipping at him and groaning those deep, desperate growls of tries to push thoughts of Dean away, but they're ever-present. Dean would grip him tighter. Dean would know just where to kiss him. Dean would have had his pants off by now. Dean would call him baby and whisper dirty things in his ear.
He growls and kisses Roderic hard, gnashing their teeth together and working his hips faster, trying to lose himself in the friction. Soon he's coming into his own boxers, but the orgasm isn't particularly spectacular, and he's not entirely certain he didn't call out Dean's name when he came. Roderic doesn't appear to have noticed, though, because he's come, too, and he's panting underneath Castiel with this look of wonder in his eyes. "That was brilliant," he rasps, grinning up at Castiel. He pulls Cas down into another kiss, more tender and softer than before.
Castiel kisses back, dizzy and faintly nauseous. He settles into Roderic's side, too tired to bother with the mess drying in his pants. Roderic pets his hair and kisses his forehead, and it's nice. The comfort of it is enough to lull him to sleep, and he doesn't think about what the morning will bring.
There is an earthquake happening. No, he lives in Chicago; there are no fault lines here. He's being shaken by a hand on his shoulder. There is a loud robotic sound—his phone, it's ringing. He opens his eyes and immediately regrets the decision. He lets out a loud groan and curls in on himself. "Oh no, I'm dying," he moans, writhing a bit. Someone chuckles and lips are pressed to his cheek.
"You aren't dying, love, you've a phone call. You best pick it up if you don't want him to hang up." The phone is pressed into his hand and another kiss is pressed to his temple before Roderic steps away from him. He fumbles with the phone, pressing OK and holding it up to his ear.
"Hello?" he croaks.
"Cas? What's up? You sound like shit."
Castiel groans, rolling over so that he can shield his eyes from the light with the blanket. "I believe I am hungover. I feel like I'm going to die."
He can hear Dean's laughter on the other end, loud and piercing. It feels a little like knives are being shoved into his temples. He moans and curls into a tighter ball. "Were you drinking last night? Wow, my little puritan is all grown up. Didn't think you had it in you, Cas."
"It was Avery's idea. We went to a party on the North Side. There were lots of Greek people there," he explains.
"Wow, first party and it's a fraternity party, huh? Good job."
"No, it was... the people were from Greece. Sort of. My brain isn't working well enough to explain. The um... the police came and broke it up. Avery made me run to avoid them. It was interesting."
"Woah, underage drinking at a party and almost arrested? This just gets better and better. Wish I'd been there."
"I wish you'd been there, too. I miss you," Castiel confesses, whispering in the hopes that Roderic won't hear him. His stomach plummets at the thought of Roderic, and he's up and racing out of the dorm room in search of the nearest bathroom.
He returns to the room a few minutes later, feeling slightly more normal and ready to find his shirt and go back to his room to shower, but Roderic is eying the phone left in the pile of blankets in a displeased way. Castiel looks down at himself in only his soiled jeans and feels dirty and sinful. He is disgusted with himself. He never should have gone to Roderic's room last night. What was he doing? This was insane. How could he let Roderic believe they were headed for a relationship, serious or not, when his heart has always belonged to Dean? He walks to the bed and picks the phone up. "I apologize, Dean. I found myself suddenly in need of a toilet. Would you mind if I called you back in a little while?"
"Sure, Cas. I'll be around. Grab a greasy breakfast and some aspirin and take a nap. You'll feel better, I promise."
"Thank you, Dean. I will try to take your advice." He hangs up and tucks the phone into his pocket. He spots his t-shirt folded on the desk next to Roderic's computer, where he had apparently been typing before Castiel's phone started ringing. He puts the shirt on quickly and takes a deep breath, holding onto the desk to keep himself steady as he makes eye contact with Roderic. "I apologize for assaulting you last night. It was presumptuous of me to assume we were at a level in our relationship where that sort of intimacy would be welcome."
Roderic smiles, and it almost reaches his eyes. "Hey, a gorgeous man comes to my door to molest me, I'm not turning him away. I didn't mind at all. In fact, it was... nice." His voice grows warm at the word, and his smile turns hopeful.
"Yes, what I remember of it was nice, I agree. Which is why I cannot continue to... see you, Roderic. I'm sorry. I like you quite a bit, but I... the man I was just on the phone with?" Roderic looks down, his smile slumping. "I am in love with him. I should have explained the situation before I agreed to go to coffee with you, but I didn't know how. He travels the country with his family and rarely stays in one place for long, which makes a relationship difficult. We have agreed to maintain an open relationship, wherein we may date, and even sleep with, anyone we choose as long as we do not become emotionally entangled with anyone but each other. I..." Castiel falters, unsure how to phrase his thought. "I had thought I could maintain such a relationship, but I cannot. I like you a great deal, and were the situation different I would very much like to start a serious relationship with you, but as it is, there will always be Dean."
Roderic's face has withered into a mixture of disappointment and rejection that turns Castiel's stomach more than the hangover already has. He feels the need to apologize again, but can't find the words. "Are you sure?" Roderic asks, quiet and filled with pain.
"Yes, I'm very sorry. Thank you for letting me sleep here tonight. I hope you will not harbor any ill-will towards me. I did not mean you harm."
"Right, yes, of course. I supposed I was silly to think... Nevermind, sorry. Would you mind terribly if I asked to be left alone now?"
"Oh, um, no. Sorry, again. I'll just..." He backs awkwardly from the room and shuts the door behind him. Thankfully, no one stops him in the hall when he reaches his own room a minute later. He gathers his shower things and a change of clothes and makes his way to the showers. The only other guy in the bathroom is someone he hasn't met yet, and he is permitted to shower in peace.
This is Castiel's fifth batch of cookies in less than a week. Perhaps it would be excessive, except that the guys have already eaten through the previous four in the same amount of time. And besides, baking soothes the lonely places in him and makes him think of home.
Elbows-deep in the oven in the student kitchens is where Avery finds him, and she is not impressed. "That Freshman Fifteen is going to rear its ugly head if you don't stop baking soon, Cas. What's going on?"
"Nothing is 'going on'. I simply enjoy baking," Castiel replies, probably a bit gruffly.
"Sweetie, you've made like ten batches of cookies in the last week. Is this because of the break-up with Roderic? I thought you wanted it. I'm sure he'd take you back if you asked. Bring him some cookies wearing nothing but an apron, and I would be shocked if he turned you away."
Castiel frowns, flicking a bit of dough at her. "I have no interest in rekindling my situation with Roderic. I..." He sighs. He recognizes that he is pouting down at the bowl of cookie dough, but he can hardly prevent himself from doing so in this mood. "I miss Dean. I talk to him every day, but I want to... to touch him, look him in the eye, kiss him. He keeps saying he's trying to get here, and I know he's telling me the truth, but it's just... not enough? I need more than his voice, if that makes sense."
Avery steals the bowl from him and starts licking the dough-covered spoon. "How far do you guys go when you do the phone sex thing?"
Castiel's feels his entire face heat into a blush, and he quickly makes himself busy scooping out dollops of dough onto the greased cookie sheet he already prepared. "I don't see how that is pertinent."
He can feel Avery's unrelenting gaze on him. She waits until he has filled two cookie sheets before pulling the bowl away from him and returning to licking the spoon, despite his scowl. "I think I know what you need. Get these cookies baked, and then we're going on a little trip."
"Where are we going?" Castiel puts the cookies in the oven and sets the timer, while Avery pops up onto the counter nearby and eats a big spoonful of chocolate chip-covered dough.
"It's a surprise. Let's get back to Dean. Is he hot?"
"He's... yes, he's distracting to look at. He's very tall, and broad-shouldered, and he has these intense green eyes that almost glow when he's happy. And he has this leather jacket that's a little too big for him that he wears all the time. It's sexy. And of course, you've heard his voice."
Avery nods with a dreamy look. "Yeah, he definitely made me want to lose my underwear. I can see why you're so frustrated."
Castiel does not know what to say, so he stays quiet. Avery kicks her feet off the counters and smirks at him over her spoon. Twenty minutes later, they're on the bus, headed for the Red Line, and Castiel still has no idea where they're going. "Should I be nervous?" he asks.
"Probably. You'll like it, though, don't worry." She pats his knee, and promptly changes the subject, asking him how his family is doing. It puts him at ease to talk about his siblings.
By the time they are re-emerging from the subway, Castiel has nearly forgotten that he has no idea where they are going. A ten-minute walk later, they're standing in front of a store called 'Early to Bed'. "What sort of store is this?" Castiel asks, confused. Are we buying mattress pads? Avery doesn't say anything, just steers him inside. Being inside doesn't help his confusion. There are no beds, but there are a lot of plastic-looking penises. He immediately starts to blush and tries to walk back out. "No, no, sweetie, you're staying. At any given moment, your boyfriend is 400 - 1000 miles away from you. You need something to take the edge off besides your own hand."
"Avery, I don't understand... This seems extremely inappropriate..."
"You have phone sex with your long-distance boyfriend that's so loud I can hear it through a wall. I'm no Catholic, but I'm pretty sure getting a dildo isn't much higher on the sin scale."
"What's a dildo?"
Avery looks to the woman standing at the cash register, watching them with amusement. She has pink hair and a bright smile when Castiel turns to look at her. "Can I help you find anything?" she asks in a friendly, open way that puts Castiel a little more at ease.
"I don't know..." He looks uncertainly at Avery, who flashes the woman her own friendly smile and drags him over to the counter.
"Cas here is new to..." She turns to give Castiel a considering glance. "Everything, pretty much, and he comes from a religious background, so he's a little shy."
"That's understandable. We try to be as open and non-judgmental here as possible. Do you know what you might be looking for today?" the woman asks, turning to Castiel.
"The door? I apologize; I don't know why my friend thought it was a good idea to bring me here, but I'm fine really."
"You're sexually frustrated, Cas. You baked like ten batches of cookies this week. You need to take the edge off before you get blue balls."
"Avery! I have no idea what that even is, but I can assure you my testicles are not an unnatural color—"
"Not what I meant, Cas. You need to get off, and your hand clearly isn't doing it for you anymore. I brought you here to find something that will, or at least something that can hold you off until Dean finally gets his ass here to help you."
"I don't see how buying a plastic phallus is going to help that. I have one of my own, you realize."
The shop owner is smiling calmly at him, but Avery just stares at him in disbelief. She turns to the other woman, her expression a clear prayer for help. "We have several products available that can help you to entertain yourself. If you are interested in anal stimulation, we have several vibrators that attach to you finger for added pleasure when fingering yourself, as well as a variety of dildos and vibrators for deeper penetration. If anal isn't your thing, we also have sleeves and vibrating rings to stimulate your penis. Would you like me to show you?"
"I...uh... I don't..." Castiel looks to Avery, torn between wanting to be polite and trying not to die of embarrassment.
"Yes, please," Avery answers for him, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Great, this way." She moves out from behind the counter and takes them to a long shelf of plastic phalluses. She picks up one that looks to be about the same size as Castiel's own. "This is a dildo. This particular one is made of silicone, but they can be made of a variety of materials." She goes on to explain the various types and how Castiel might use them to pleasure himself. After a few minutes, his interest in the academic overcomes his embarrassment, and he soon finds himself enjoying talking to the shop owner. She knows more about sexual stimulants than Castiel would have thought possible. He leaves the store with a small anal plug and a bottle of water-based lubricant and instructions on how to use both, as well as a guide to gay sex that makes him blush and causes Avery to go into a giggling fit that doesn't end for a full minute.
Later that night, he carefully lays out a towel on his bed and sets out both the plug and the lubricant. He calls Dean as he lays down on the towel. It feels awkward, but he is able to ignore his discomfort as soon as Dean picks up.
"How's my favorite future librarian doing?" Dean greets him, the smile evident in his tone. There's loud music in the background and the sound of voices. Dean must not be at the motel, then. Castiel smiles to himself.
"I made an interesting purchase with Avery today that I thought you might like to share with me."
"Oh yeah, what's that?"
"It is a toy."
"A toy, huh? What kind?" Dean's voice deepens and Castiel can hear him walking somewhere.
"It is an anal plug, I believe it is called?"
Dean doesn't answer for a minute, caught up in what sounds like a coughing fit. "Shit, Cas, are you serious?" He finally manages.
"Yes? I haven't used it yet, but I've... cleaned myself, and I am laying naked in bed with it."
There is more coughing and possibly choking, and when Dean responds finally, he sounds hoarse. "You want to use it right now, while I'm talking to you? That's... really fucking hot, Cas. I'm at a bar, though. Give me a minute to get in a stall or something. Fuck." There's further sounds of movement. Castiel can picture Dean trying to find an empty bathroom stall, hopefully with an erection visible through his jeans, surrounded by surly bikers. He squirms on the towel, grinning. "Okay, I'm clear. So, you're naked?"
"Yes, Dean."
"What's the toy look like?"
Castiel picks the plug up and rotates it in his hand, examining it. "It is blue. It has a wide, flat base that I understand is meant to be used to manipulate the toy once it is inside. The toy itself is an inch and a half in diameter, about the length of my hand span, and tapers off to a tip at the end."
"And you're supposed to put it in your..."
"My anus, yes. I've been assured that it is quite pleasant when the user is properly prepared."
"And how do you... prepare yourself?"
"I used my fingers to clean myself in the shower. It was... interesting. I feel a bit... stretched, I suppose."
"And it wasn't, you know, painful?"
"No. It burned a bit, but I only used one finger."
"Let's start there, then. I uh, don't know much about butt stuff, but I'm pretty sure you're supposed to stretch yourself with some lube first. You got that, right?"
"Yes, I have it right here. Could you please not refer to anal sex as 'butt stuff'? It's very off-putting."
Dean chuckles. "Yeah, I can do that. Okay, uh... I guess start by putting some of the lube on your fingers?"
"Okay." Castiel fumbles to do so, setting the phone down next to his ear while he gets the cap open and dribbles some of the lubricant on his fingers. "Done."
"Okay, I think you should start by rubbing your dick. Is it hard yet? If it isn't, stroke it until it is."
Castiel has become accustomed to Dean using the word 'dick' in the several months since he moved to school, but today is the first time that it hasn't made him blush. Instead, he wraps his hand around his half-hard penis and starts stroking the way he imagines Dean would. He moans at the contact, arching his back slightly off the bed and calling Dean's name out softly.
"Sounds like you like that, baby. Why don't you try to move your fingers down to that nice clean hole for me, okay?"
"What should I do to it?"
"Rub against it, tell me what feels good."
Castiel does, moaning a little louder at the surprising sensation of pleasure. He had felt too exposed in the shower to truly enjoy the cleaning, but now the pressure feels wonderful. "Dean, it feels so good when I press against it. Can I put a finger in, please?"
"Oh course, baby, do what you want to do."
Cas pushes one fingertip into himself, stroking the tight muscle he can feel. He puts more pressure on the muscle and it gives, swallowing his finger up to the second knuckle. It tingles pleasantly and makes him moan. He pushes further inside until the webbing of his hand prevents him going any deeper. "I have my finger all the way inside, Dean. It feels amazing."
"Yeah? Why don't you try sliding it in and out a little?"
Castiel does and cries out when he accidentally hits something that sparks a bolt of pleasure down his spine. "What was that, baby?"
"I don't know, but it felt amazing. I'm going to put in another finger." He does, hearing Dean's harsh breathing in his ear as he thrusts his index and middle fingers in and out of his anus. His toes curl at the pleasure of it.
"Are you nice and loose, baby? You sound so hot right now. I'd give anything to be there watching you fuck yourself on your fingers."
"Dean, oh...oh God... I think I might..."
"Don't you fucking come until you've at least tried the plug thing. I want to hear the noises you make when you put it in."
"Dean... yes, okay, I think I'm ready to try." He pulls his fingers from his body, fumbling for more lube to pour on the plug, coating it thoroughly. The first attempt to push it inside goes nowhere. His hole stubbornly pushes the narrow tip out before even a centimeter makes it in. A little more coaxing and the muscles finally give way. The first feeling of the toy fully inside him causes his toes to curl in pleasure.
"Fuck, you sound so hot right now. You get it in?"
"Yes, Dean. I feel so full."
"Good, when you're ready, I want you to start fucking yourself on it. Try to hit that thing that made you scream before, okay?" Castiel nods even though Dean can't see him and begins to thrust the toy in and out. He all but screams when it hits whatever causes rockets of pleasure up his spine and begins trying to aim the toy there. He succeeds about half the time, and it isn't long before he's shooting come all over his stomach, all but sobbing Dean's name into the phone, body arched off the bed before collapsing into a trembling mess.
As he comes down, he hears Dean's own muffled cry of orgasm and smiles to himself. He lifts up off the towel and uses it to clean his hands and hole, as well as the toy. He will have to wet a washcloth with soapy water in the bathroom to clean it fully, but a wipe-down will do for now.
"Fuck, Cas, that was the hottest thing I've ever heard."
"I enjoyed it as well." He yawns loudly, surprising himself with his sudden exhaustion.
"You tired, buddy?"
"I believe I am. Would you mind if I saved the asking how your day went until tomorrow?"
Dean laughs. "Gonna fuck and run, then? Yeah, that's fine, as long as you promise to tell me how you and Avery ended up some place that sells sex toys tomorrow."
"Yes, I can do that. Goodnight, Dean."
"Night, Cas." Castiel hands up the phone with a feeling of satisfaction, and goes about cleaning up and preparing for bed with a smile. Avery had been correct. A little alternative stimulation had been an excellent release of his sexual frustration. He can't wait to do it again tomorrow.