Sorry this took twenty years. Between being too tired to function and having to deal with Boaz Priestly feels (when they hit, they hit hard and I have to watch Ten Inch Hero), I didn't have time to write. So I hope this isn't too disappointing. ^.^ Enjoy!

"Poker is hard," Cas complained.

"It's not that hard," Dean told him.

"Oh, it's hard…" Cas said, looking pointedly at Dean, grinning slightly.

Dean smiled at him, brushing his knee against Cas' under the poker table. Sam, Ash, Garth, and Benny all exchanged looks. Dean and Cas had been doing this all night. The more the alcohol flowed, the more obnoxiously flirty they became with one another. They didn't realize that the rest of the group was catching their flirtatious barbs towards one another, but they were. Sam was shocked that Jess and Benny had been right all this time and Benny sat there smug. He was never letting Dean live this down. Ever.

"So, Cas," Benny started, causing Dean's eyes to shoot up from his cards. "How do you like it here in Lawrence?"

"So far, so good," Cas said, concentrating more on the cards than Benny's question. "I'll take four," Cas told Garth, who was the dealer for the round. Dean reached over and placed a hand on Cas' arm, shaking his head. Cas remembered Dean telling him that if he needed more than three cards, he needed to just fold. "No, I won't take four. I'll fold…" he said, sighing because he was losing.

Dean smirked at him and Cas couldn't help but smirk back. Cas moved his leg, brushing it up against Dean's leg. They'd been doing it all night, playing footsies and rubbing knees. Cas just wanted to grab Dean and haul over to the couch and make out with him. He just wanted to go at it like a couple of horny teenagers. He wanted to eventually have sex with him, too, but right then, in that moment, he just wanted to rut around with him.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Benny continued his questioning.

Dean narrowed his eyes at Benny, who was ignoring him while he was talking to Cas. Dean was going to have to keep an eye on his best friend. Benny had this problem where he was a dick and Dean didn't need him to be a dick right now. Cas took a deep breath and looked around the table as everyone was waiting for him to answer. Cas shook his head. "No, um, I'm gay… and single."

The smug look on Benny's face made Sam smile. Benny winked at Sam. He never understood why the Winchester boys always doubted what he knew was right. Benny didn't want Cas to feel uncomfortable with telling them this piece of information, so he didn't dwell on it. The more comfortable Cas was around the group, the more he'd want to hang out and the more he'd be around Dean. Benny's end game here was simple enough.

"Maybe not for long, eh? You're a good looking guy. I'm sure someone will snatch you up real quick," Benny said, glancing at Dean. The exasperated look Dean shot Benny made him chuckle.

"Can we play some cards?" Dean asked, tired of Benny's antics. He didn't need Benny complicating things between him and Cas. He wasn't sure what he wanted with the elementary school teacher. He'd never done this kind of thing with a guy before. He'd never done any kind of thing with a guy before. He knew he liked kissing Cas and he liked flirting with him and hanging out with him, but there was more to it than that.

The night continued on as such. When two in the morning rolled around, the guys decided to call it a night. Garth was the designated driver for Ash and Benny and Sam's alcohol tolerance was rather unnatural. Benny made sure everyone left before Cas did, so the two of them would have some time alone. Dean walked him to his car. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked for the fifth time.

"I'm fine, Dean," Cas told him as he leaned against driver's side door of his car. "Do you want me to perform a sobriety test? I can say my alphabet backwards. Z, Y, X – "

Dean didn't let him go any further. He trapped Cas against his door and kissed him. He was tired of him using his mouth to speak. Dean had been thinking of other ways Cas could use his mouth and kissing was most definitely at the top of the list. It didn't take long for the innocent, sweet kisses to turn into needy, rough kisses. They pulled one another closer: grabbing shirts and tugging on hair.

Dean broke the kiss off and looked into Cas' eyes. "You should stay the night."

Cas took a deep breath. "I – I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't trust myself around you, Dean. You'll promise to stay out of the bedroom, but you won't and I wouldn't want you to and one thing would lead to another and I don't think you're ready for that."

Dean frowned at Cas. "You don't think I'm ready for what?"

"To have sex… with a guy."

Dean pulled back a little further. "What makes you say that?"

"Dean, you aren't the first straight guy I've been with. I just – I want to make sure this is actually something you want, something you won't regret after we're done. Because I don't do flings anymore."

Dean stepped away from Cas. He rubbed his hand over his chin as he looked Cas over. "Dean – "

"No, you don't need to explain. I get it."

"I'm not sure that you do," Cas said, worried that Dean was about to end whatever they had before it started.

"No, I do. You don't want to get hurt. I get that," Dean stepped back up to Cas and kissed him again, just a peck on the lips. "I'll just have to prove to you that I want this," he told him as he stepped back again. "All of that aside, though, I really wish you would stay. I have a spare bedroom with a lock on the door. The second you close that door, you won't see me until you wake up in the morning. I promise that even then I'll keep my hands to myself. Not my lips though, but most definitely my hands."

Cas wasn't sure he should. What his heart wanted and what his body wanted were not the same things. He wanted more from Dean, he wanted an actual relationship. Dean had brought him into his life and introduced him to friends and family. Cas' mind ran away with itself while they played poker tonight. He entertained all kinds of scenarios of Dean and him together as a couple. Maybe it was the alcohol talking but he wanted that or he wanted nothing.

"Please, Cas," Dean begged, grabbing Cas' hand and pulling him back towards the front door.

Cas resigned. He was tired and even if he didn't live that far away, it was safer to stay the night. "Alright."

Dean led Cas back into the house. "Do you want something to sleep in?"

Cas shook his head. "No, I'll be fine. Do you want some help cleaning up?"

Dean smiled at him and squeezed his hand. "Yeah," Dean answered. "I would."

Cas couldn't help but smile back at him. They cleaned up as best as they could in the tired, drunken conditions they were in. Dean walked Cas to the spare room. "If you need anything, just let me know," Dean said as he walked backwards towards his door.

"I could use one thing," Cas said, smirking.

Dean stopped in his tracks. "What's that?"

"A goodnight kiss," Cas said softly.

Dean smirked as he took those few steps back over to Cas. The kiss, like earlier, started off sweet and soft, but something seemed to flip inside and the sweet, innocent kisses turned into the needy, rough ones. Cas wanted to pull Dean inside of his room. He wanted to pull him into the room and have sex with him until neither of them could move. Cas wrapped Dean's t-shirt around his hand and pulled as he took a step back, he knew he shouldn't. He knew he shouldn't but his body didn't care.

Dean braced his hands on either side of the door, stopping himself from being pulled into the room. "No," he told Cas. He could've sworn he heard Cas whimper. Dean pulled Cas back out into the hallway. "You said you don't do that and I'm not going to let you. I don't want you to regret anything either," he told Cas as he pressed his forehead against the slightly shorter man's. "Go to sleep, Cas," he told him before kissing him softly and pulling away from him.

"Goddammit, Winchester," Cas mumbled.

Dean smirked. "Good night," Dean said before turning and hurrying into his bedroom. That was one of the hardest things Dean had ever done. Dean got out of his clothes and quickly got in the shower. Maybe if he masturbated then he could push the fact that Cas was down the hall, ready and willing. By the time he was under the hot water, he was already hard. His mind kept thinking about Cas' mouth.

He grabbed his soap and poured some in his hand. He grabbed a hold of his cock and turned around so the water could pound against his neck and shoulders. As he stroked himself, he thought about Cas on his knees in front of him. "Fuck…" He bet Cas would suck his dick just right, taking him into his mouth as far as he could and the lightly raking his teeth up his shaft as he pulled back. He would quicken his pace just to slow it down and tease Dean before doing it again. Cas would suck on his balls as he palmed his ass.

Dean quickened the pace of his strokes. He was so close and he just fucking started. He hoped he'd last longer whenever he and Cas started fooling around. He thought about fooling around with Cas. He wanted to see what the nerdy teacher had going on under his proper outfits. He bet Cas had a nice chest. It felt nice when it was pressed against him, but there were also several layers of clothes between the two of them. He wanted to feel his chest under his bare hand.

Dean started rubbing his own chest, trying to help his mind imagine what it would feel like. He pictured Cas straddling him on the couch in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs – no, in nothing at all. He wanted Cas straddling him, rubbing his hard dick against his. "Shit, Cas…" That image did Dean in. He couldn't hold off any longer. When Dean came, he fell against the wall, sliding down it as his legs gave out. He lay on the floor of the shower for a moment, recovering from his orgasm.

^O^

When Cas heard the shower come on, he tried to ignore it. He knew that meant Dean was on the other side of the wall naked… and wet. Cas got out of his clothes, stripping down to his boxer briefs. He walked over to the bed once his clothes were laid out on the chair in the corner. He pulled the covers back and froze.

Did Dean just moan?

Cas stood there, frozen to the spot as he listened for the noise again. He didn't have to wait long before he heard it. Cas stood up straight, gripping his stomach as he stared at the wall. He felt his dick twitch when he heard Dean swear.

Was Dean masturbating?

Cas found himself walking over to the wall before he realized what he was doing. He pressed his ear to the wall and closed his eyes, imagining what Dean would look like all wet and soapy and tugging on himself. He bet it was a sight to behold. Cas imagined himself behind Dean, kissing on his neck as he wrapped his hand around Dean's as he jerked off. Cas would grind against Dean's wet ass, smiling against his ear as Dean shuddered and pressed his ass against Cas.

He heard Dean moan again and Cas' hands were in his underwear faster than he could blink. He started jerking off to the sound of Dean's moans and to the thought of him turning around in Cas' arms and picking Cas up. He wrapped Cas' legs around his waist and slid inside of Cas slowly. Cas held on for dear life as Dean fucked him, kissing him hard on the lips. He imagined Dean would be slow and sweet at first, savoring the initial connection before the sensation of being inside Cas took him over. He would start fucking Cas into the wall, biting and sucking on his neck.

Before Cas' fantasy really took off, Cas heard words that literally shocked the orgasm right out of him. "Shit, Cas…" vibrated through the wall before he heard Dean fall against it. Cas came into his hand, doing everything he could not to make a mess. He could hear Dean panting softly then he swore and chuckled softly. Cas would've kicked a puppy in order to be in that shower with him.

"Soon," Cas whispered to himself.

^O^

The next morning, Cas woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. He smiled against his pillow, remembering where he was waking up at and what had happened last night. That was enough to get him out of bed. He got out, used the bathroom, checked his hair to make sure it was the right amount of bedhead before it just looked sloppy, and pulled on his clothes. He didn't tuck in his shirt and only buttoned up most of the buttons, forgoing the actual buttoning of the first four. He pulled his vest on, leaving it undone and shoved his tie into his back pocket.

He wasn't expecting a shirtless Dean to be standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but dark gray pajama pants as he made breakfast.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Dean greeted him with a smile. Cas smiled back as Dean pushed a coffee cup towards him. "Help yourself. I hope I didn't wake you." He did actually. Hope he woke him, that is. He wanted to start his day and he wanted to spend it with Cas.

Cas shook his head. "The wonderful smell of eggs and bacon is what woke me up, so you're off the hook," he said as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He added a few teaspoons of sugar and took a sip. "Coffee… oh how I love thee."

Dean smiled at Cas as he flipped the bacon. "Do you like waffles?"

"I love waffles."

"Good because I was about to make some."

Cas bit his bottom lip as he looked at Dean. He stepped up to the man, grabbed his bearded face and kissed him. Dean stood there surprised for a second before he pulled Cas against him. When Dean moaned into the kiss, Cas pulled away. That moan reminded him of last night and Cas wasn't going to be able to continue to keep his body pressed against Dean's with that memory in his mind.

"What are you doing today?" Cas asked him.

"Well, if you still want, we can change the oil in your car. After that, I don't know."

"You know the fair is in town. I've wanted to go ride a few rides, eat some funnel cake."

"They do fireworks every Saturday night, too."

"Is that so?"

Dean nodded. "There's actually a really nice place out on the lake where we'll be able to see the fireworks and not have to deal with the crowd."

"Sounds like we have plans."

Dean smirked. "Sounds like."

Figured it was time to earn the naughty rating, right? Looks like there's going to be a fluff storm up ahead, so you guys better batten down the hatches or whatever one does in a fluff storm... DOES THIS MAKE ME GOD IF I'M THE ONE CREATING THE STORM?! AM I MOTHER NATURE?! FUCK YEAH!

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