Cas sat next to him at their booth in the Roadhouse. Sam was sitting next to Gabriel leaning away from him. Dorothy was trying to keep Charlie from taking pictures of Dean and Cas. Balthazar and Jo finished up the booth, talking animatedly about something.
Truthfully, Dean wasn't paying attention. Cas had his hand on Dean's thigh under the table, and it was too much effort to notice much else. He wasn't quite sure what Cas' boundaries were; he'd been too chicken to retaliate. Physically.
"Cas," Dean purred, "What do you want to do tonight?" Cas licked his lips, blue eyes darting to Dean. While incredibly attractive, it satisfied Dean with the knowledge that he'd made Cas' mouth run dry. Served him right, sitting there all perfect and shit. Happiness burbled in Dean's chest.
"We could hang out at your place?" Cas suggested with a small smile. Slowly, Dean took Cas' hand in his below the table. Cas tensed but left his hand where it was. His fingers were smooth and warm between his own.
Dean took a moment to stare at Cas' lips before saying, "Could be fun." How would Cas react if Dean kissed him right here in front of everyone? He really wanted to kiss him. Normally, he'd be a bit squirrelly at the prospect of kissing a guy in public, but he desperately wanted to believe he was so comfortable with the idea because he'd already kissed Cas in the Roadhouse.
Gabriel shifted to face Sam who muttered a quick, tense, "Later." Dean shot a look at Sam. Sam returned the look with a subtle head shake. The motion told Dean it wasn't important and not to ask. Dean moved his hand to his friend's…boyfriend's thigh, sitting up a little straighter.
"So, what are your plans tonight, Sammy?" Dean asked.
His brother studied the table and said, "Gonna hang at Gabe's."
Gabe stared at Sam. "News to me," he said, "But alright. No complaints."
Something was definitely going on with them. More than the amorous tension anyway. If it was serious, Sam would tell him. He had no doubt of that. Cas touched Dean's thigh lightly. He tried to keep the thrill of his touch out of his face.
Jo shouted at Balthazar suddenly, "I don't care how much you hate that movie, Leonardo DiCaprio deserved a damn Oscar for that role and you know it!"
He shook his head, "Jo, my dear, you cannot possibly be this uncultered." Everyone turned back to each other and away from Jo and Balthazar's conversation.
"Well," Charlie said, "Dorothy and I are going to the movies, so have fun."
Dean grinned at Cas, "Looks like it's just us tonight."
"What do you want to do?" Cas asked.
Dean put an arm around Cas' shoulders and pulled him closer. He said, "I have a few ideas."
Sam rolled his eyes.
Being this close to Cas made a bit of his self restraint subside.
"Cas," Dean said, "Would you mind if I—" Cas cut him off with a deep kiss. Dean returned his boyfriend's kiss and curled an arm around Cas' back.
Balthazar clapped his hands together loudly as the broke the kiss. He waved at Jo to get out of the booth and hopped up quickly.
He put a hand on Dean's shoulder, saying, "Thank you, Dean. Thank you, thank you, thank you." Before Dean could make sense of anything, Balthazar bounded up to the foosball tables where Benny was schooling some freshmen as to why you should never bet money on something you're not good at.
As soon as Balthazar left the booth, he was back with Benny who was staring at Dean.
"Tell me you didn't. Tell me you didn't kiss Cas in front of all these guys," Benny pleaded.
"Well, he kissed me," Dean said, "But I don't—"
"Ha!" Benny shouted at Balthazar, "I don't owe you shit. Cas kissed Dean. Doesn't count."
"You guys bet on whether or not I kiss Cas?" Dean asked, confused.
Benny clarified, "No, he bet you would kiss Cas in front of all these lovely people before leaving today."
"And you bet I wouldn't?" Dean asked. Cas grabbed Dean's hand. Good to know they were on the same page. Sam laughed as Dean grinned at Benny, and pulled Cas in for a long kiss. Cas carded his fingers through Dean's hair making him moan against Cas' mouth.
"You're a son of a bitch, Dean, you know that?" Benny grouched.
Dean laughed, "How much you out by?"
Balthazar extended his hand happily, "Fifteen bucks."
As Benny pulled out his wallet, glaring at Dean, Dean and Cas slid out of the booth. Dean clapped Benny on the back.
"We're gonna head home," he said, "See you guys later."
Sam laughed, "Oh thank god. I was close to throwing up for a minute there." Dean rolled his eyes and slid his fingers between Cas'. He couldn't think of anything that felt better than holding hands with Cas.
On their way out, Dean asked, "But seriously, Cas, what do you wanna do tonight?"
Cas looked up at Dean with a confused expression, "I thought you said you had some ideas."
"I guess we'll figure something out when we get there," Dean laughed.
The sun was starting to set when they got to Dean's apartment. Dean flipped on the lights, and the companionable silence between them turned uncomfortable and awkward at the empty apartment. In the week or so they'd been dating, this was the first time they'd been alone and had any amount of privacy. He wished he could read Cas' mind. He wanted to know what Cas was comfortable with, how far he was willing to go, what he expected out of their night together.
"Are you hungry? Do you want anything?" Dean asked, trying to break the silence. His throat was suddenly very dry. Cas eyed him as he got some water from the fridge.
"I'm fine. You seem nervous, Dean," Cas said, following him into the kitchen, "What's wrong?"
Dean couldn't get the image of Cas' body entwined with his out of his mind. He took a sip of water, trying to think of wrinkly old men, slimy toads, and anything else to keep himself from being too turned on. But then the thought of Cas naked, legs splayed wide on his bed, would destroy any progress he'd made. He really didn't want to fuck this up, and he especially didn't want to scare Cas off. The last thing he needed was a boner.
"Nothing," he replied.
Cas took a step closer and put his hands on Dean's waist. He said softly, "Dean, you are a terrible liar."
Dean's heart raced at Cas' touch. He started wondering how far he was willing to go himself.
"It's just that we've never been alone together," Dean said, "And I don't know what you're comfortable with."
"What are you comfortable with?" Cas asked.
Dean sighed, "I don't know."
Cas held a hand to Dean's face, "What do you want to do?"
"I want to kiss you," he said. And he really did. He just didn't know about anything beyond that.
"Then, kiss me," Cas replied. There was fire in his eyes.
Dean couldn't resist and he had no reason to try. He met Cas' lips with a full, deep kiss. Cas pressed his body against Dean's. Dean ran a hand through Cas' hair as their lips moved together. A slow, sweet heat began to build in his stomach. He eased open Cas' mouth with his tongue and greedily explored the uncharted territory. Cas mimicked the motion, drawing a throaty moan from Dean's lips. Dean's hands slid down Cas' waist and pulled his hips into his own.
Suddenly, Cas nibbled on his lower lip that made Dean just about lose it. He slid his hands up the back of his boyfriend's shirt, surprised to feel such solid muscle. Dean broke their kissing and pressed his lips to Cas' neck, eliciting a gasp from his boyfriend.
He slipped Cas' shirt over his head and asked, "Bedroom?"
Cas said, "Dean, I don't—" while Dean planted more kisses along Cas' neck and jawline.
"Not sex," Dean said, gasping slightly, "Just more of this but lying down." Cas caught Dean's mouth before he could return to kissing his neck. He flicked his tongue inside Dean's mouth and tugged on his upper lip lightly.
"Bedroom," Cas said, breathless, "Yes."
Dean pressed his lips to Cas', hooked his arms behind Cas' knees, picked him up, and carried him to the bed. He laid Cas on the memory foam, tossed Cas' shirt on the floor, and looked at the man on his bed for a moment. Cas' hair was wild, his bare chest rose and fell with each breath, his lips were parted, and the desire in his eyes was practically palpable.
"Dean, what are you doing?" Cas asked.
He smiled, "Just looking at you."
Cas grinned, "Come here."
Dean removed his own shirt and lay down next to his boyfriend. He rolled over and kissed Cas softly, slowly, as if he was trying to show him how much he cared about him with just the touch of his lips. Cas pressed himself to Dean as their kiss intensified. Dean moaned against Cas' lips when Cas ran his fingers down Dean's bare sides. Cas' hands slid up to Dean's shoulders, and he pulled Dean on top of him. He got his legs between Cas' and moved to kissing Cas' neck again. The little sound of surprise and pleasure he made when Dean's lips touched his skin was probably Dean's favorite sound.
"Dean," Cas gasped. He grinned and nibbled lightly at Cas' throat. That earned him a gratuitous moan. The taste of Cas' skin was in toxicationg. He brought his hands up Cas' arms and rubbed them over his shoulders and chest.
As he caught Cas' lips with his own, he pressed his pelvis down against Cas' crotch and rolled his hips gently against his boyfriend's. Cas' eyes shot open, which made Dean smile enough to break the kiss.
"That okay?" Dean asked.
The man beneath him nodded quickly, "Do that again."
Dean rocked into him obediently, making Cas buck up with him in response. It was definitely weird to feel another penis when he did that, but it felt amazingly good. He bent down and pressed a couple of kisses to Cas' collar bone, thrusting against Cas' pelvis.
"Dean," Cas said, touching Dean's back, letting him know Cas wasn't just saying his name.
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"We need to stop," he said, "I can't—"
Dean cut him off with a kiss and rolled off of him.
Cas blushed hard, "I'm sorry. I've never really done this sort of thing, and I wasn't expecting—"
Dean saw how hard Cas was through his pants.
"You can take your pants off if it'll be more comfortable," Dean said quickly. He was all too familiar with the turmoil of having a boner while wearing tight pants.
Cas closed his eyes. "I'm not sure I'll be able to move without—" he said.
"You're that close?" Dean asked, shocked. Sure, Dean was hard, too, but he wasn't anywhere in the vicinity of cumming.
Cas said quickly, "I'm so sorry. This is very embarrassing. My stamina isn't what I thought…" Dean turned Cas' face towards him.
"Hey, Cas, it's okay," Dean said, "I'm just glad I could make you feel good."
Cas smiled and kissed him softly, without the fire of their previous kisses. Dean rested his head on Cas' chest and wrapped an arm around him. Cas rubbed Dean's back slowly as they both calmed down.
"Does it ever bother you that I'm a guy?" Cas asked quietly. Dean propped himself up on an elbow and looked at Cas.
"Why would you ask that?" Dean asked.
Cas looked away from him and sighed, "Well, I know I'm not your type."
"Cas," Dean said softly, running his fingers through Cas' hair, "This is really new, and sure, you're the first guy I've ever dated, but you're perfect. I wouldn't change a single thing about you." Cas' face lit up, and he hugged Dean tightly.
After a moment, Cas said, "Thank you."
"For what?" he asked.
"For giving us a chance. I really like dating you," Cas answered. Dean pulled Cas to his chest and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
Something started to prick at the back of Dean's mind.
"Am I the first person you've dated?" he asked. Cas nodded slowly against Dean's bare skin.
"There was a point where I thought about dating Balthazar," Cas said quietly, "But that didn't happen. So, yes. You're my first everything."
"Wait, Balthazar? Don't you live with him?" Dean asked.
Cas sighed, "It's complicated."
That didn't sit well with Dean. Cas lived with the only other guy he could've dated. No, that didn't sit well with Dean at all.
"So, you live with a guy you almost dated," Dean said.
Cas sat up and faced Dean, "Are you jealous?"
"No, I—" he said, "Yeah, a little."
"Well, if it makes you feel better, I only live with him and Garth if I have to," Cas said smiling. Dean sat up with Cas.
"Where do you live normally?" Dean asked.
Cas shrugged, "Wherever. I've slept in the library, I stay with Balth and Garth occasionally,I stay with Benny if Balth has a floor inspection, I've spent nights at Gabriel's when Benny has had girls over, I've stayed up all night walking in the city when I don't have anywhere else to go. I just stay wherever. Depends on the day."
"You don't have—you're homeless?" Dean asked, wide eyed. He remembed shelter hopping with Sam, staying up all night in an alley, standing watch so his brother could sleep, lying to school officials about their addresses and parents.
Cas met Dean's gaze and shook his head. "I guess so," he said, "But I don't think of it like that. There are so many people who have it worse."
"You could live here," Dean said suddenly.
He wasn't sure why he said it. It was way too soon for moving in together. And Cas clearly didn't find any problem with his situation even though he was definitely lying to the student housing department.
"What?" Cas asked. Dean smiled and ran a hand through his hair like the motion would shake out the awkwardness.
"You could live here," Dean repeated. It was way too soon, but his boyfriend didn't have a permanent place to stay. He knew how much that could suck. And it was freezing out. If Cas got stuck out in the cold, because he didn't have anywhere…
"That's what I thought you said," Cas said, breathless, "I don't know. I wouldn't want to be a burden on you guys."
Dean took Cas' hand in his, "I know it's crazy and really too soon, but hear me out. We're dating, I love spending time with you, and you'd probably start sleeping over a bunch anyway. Nothing would really change, except you could just stay here."
Cas smiled brightly and said, "Well, if you want me to—"
"I want you to stay," Dean said quickly. He kissed Cas' hand. Cas held Dean's face and pulled Dean's lips to his.
"Thank you," Cas said. They kissed again. As Dean tasted his boyfriend's lips, he started to get really excited. This could be everyday. He'd be able to wake up to Cas all the time and he'd get to fall asleep with him every night.
Dean could not wait to tell his family about their new roommate.