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icecream-and-gadreel · 2 years

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Handle Me(NSFW)

Summary: Castiel owns an upscale apartment with his family. When Dean, a handsome new tenant, moves in, Castiel's (slightly creepy) social media digging leads him to Dean's only fans page.

Pairing: Top!Castiel/Bottom!Dean, Gunner, Gabriel

Rating: NSFW (Read it in the breakroom!)

Warnings: Unprotected sex, language, rough sex, jealous!Castiel, slight dirty talk, size kink, a brief altercation

Specific warning: WARNING: This fic describes a panic attack; if that will trigger you, please do not read it! The method of dealing with this panic attack in this fic is NOT a method that would work for everyone (I just thought I'd mention that)

Word count: 8000+ (weoooo)

A/N: Guess who's back with a brand new track! Seriously, this shit took me a year to write. Lmao, enjoy!

Eternity squad: @mrswhozeewhatsis, @sheinthatfandom (The eternity squad is open! Shoot me an ask to join in and get tagged in all of my fics!)

Castiel

"Gabriel," Castiel growls, banging on the bathroom door. "It's your turn to make rounds!" he says, slumping against the door. Nothing. He knocks once more, flinching as, finally, the door flies open. Gabriel stares at him with a sunken face, his bathrobe snugly wrapped around his form.

"Come on, Cassy, you know I can't function this early in the morning," Gabriel coos, batting his eyelashes.

"You're acting like that's my problem," he grumbles. They stare at each other silently for many moments before Gabriel slams the door shut. Huffing, Castiel makes his way into the lobby, pinching the bridge of his nose. Running an apartment building is far more work than it sounds. Granted, it always seemed like a lot of work, but Castiel's family tried to convince him otherwise. As he passes, he snatches the clipboard off the front desk, pulling the pen from it as he makes his way to the elevator. He rapidly presses the up button, grumbling under his breath as the old elevator rattles. "God, I hate this place." He continues grumbling as he steps into the elevator, eyes running down the laundry list of tasks on the clipboard.

"Hey – hold it!" a gruff voice calls, making Castiel stiffen. He wedges his foot between the doors just before they shut, and his jaw damn near hits the ground as a man jogs toward him. Behind a stack of boxes is the most handsome face he's ever seen. Wide, green eyes, a chiseled jawline, and a gorgeous smile. Castiel sucks in an inadvertent breath, fighting to say anything as the man settles beside him.

"Floor," Castiel blurts, gaining a furrowed brow from the other man. "What...floor?"

"Oh – sorry, 13," the man says, a soft smile on his face. Castiel presses thirteen, trying to remember how to speak to another human being. Just as his brain begins to function again, the smell of warm cologne fills the elevator.

"What are you wearing?" Castiel asks, gaining another puzzled look from the man. Before Castiel can reclaim dignity, the stranger is doubled over in laughter. "Cologne," he adds in a helium-high voice.

"Bleu Chanel," the man answers, trying to stifle his laughter.

"Oh. I like it," Castiel mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. Curse this slow, god-damned elevator. "I'm Castiel."

"Dean," he says, releasing his hand from beneath the boxes and offering it to him. Castiel takes his hand, frowning.

"...Winchester?" he asks, gaining a furrowed brow from the other man. "I'm not creepy," he adds, rigorously shaking Dean's hand and clamping his mouth shut. After many moments of silence, Dean lets out another hearty laugh, his head dropping.

"I think some context would help you out here, buddy."

"Oh – shit – um –" Castiel shows Dean his clipboard – "I'm one of your landlords. I heard about you yesterday."

"Damn, and here I thought I had a new stalker," he teases.

"Sorry to disappoint, Dean," Castiel retorts, gaining even more laughter. Finally, the elevator dings. Dean steps off, giving the other man a nod before walking down the hall. Castiel can't help but stare as he does, noting how his clothes strain against his muscled frame. "I'm a moron," the landlord whispers, leaning his head against the wall. He sits there for a while, tilting his head up when he realizes the elevator isn't moving. Right, he never even picked his own floor.

…....

The last few hours have been a daze. All of Castiel's embarrassing, fumbling words replay in his mind on repeat, and all he wants to do is crawl into a hole and die. He curses his stupid brain as he knocks on door 1208, flipping through the pages on his clipboard. Claire cracks open the door just wide enough so that her head can peek out, a blank expression on her face.

"It's the first of the month!" Castiel says, trying to put on a chipper tone.

"Whaddya want?" Claire grumbles, rubbing a hand over her eye.

"Well, rent's due," he replies with a forced smile.

"I just paid you last month!"

"I thought it was common knowledge that rent is due every month," Castiel says, gaining a deep-set glare from his tenant. She lets out a long groan, rolling her eyes.

"You're annoying. Tomorrow, I get paid," Claire says.

"Thanks! We appreciate your continued –" she slams the door in his face – "Patronage," he adds in a near whisper. Castiel treks back to the elevator, going over his checklist once more. Only one floor left. He presses 13, a zip of electricity going up his spine as memories from earlier flood his brain. God damn, he's never met someone so handsome before. At the very least, he could try and befriend Dean. He knocks on door 1320, shaking away the intrusive thoughts.

"Benny, it's the first of the month –" Castiel's words divulge into a flurry of stuttered utterances as his eyes lock on Dean. He stands in a wife-beater with loose sweatpants falling around his waist. Castiel looks at the door number, cursing to himself. 1318. "Hello again." The Winchester smiles down at him, cocking an eyebrow.

"Hey. Who's Benny?" he asks, a chuckle in his throat.

"Not you...wrong door," Castiel squeaks, turning away as heat rises to his cheeks. Sucking in a breath, Castiel turns back to Dean, clearing his throat. "I'm not always this awkward."

"Is that right?" Dean asks, pursing his lips.

"Yeah," he concurs, nodding. "You just flustered me, but I can be quite sociable when I'm not nervous," Castiel adds. Dean nods, looking Castiel up and down.

"I'll hold you to that, Cas."

–

"You're kinda weirding me out," Gabriel says as he locks up the drawer next to Castiel.

Hell, he's creeping himself out.

He's only known Dean for a few days, but he can't get him out of his mind. He's read Dean's application forms over and over, looked at his Facebook all the way back to 2015, and now he's checking to see if he's still on Myspace. "I've never seen someone that attractive," he groans, smiling when he finds another social media. "Of course, Twitter," he coos. Like all of his other profiles, Dean hardly has anyone following him, with five or ten likes on each post.

"How about asking him out instead of being a creeper?" Gabriel grumbles, tucking the keys into his pocket.

"Not everyone's as forward as you," Castiel says as he stands from the desk. Gabriel shrugs, checking his watch.

"Put his file back and lock up. We can't afford to get robbed again."

"Of course." Castiel watches as his brother leaves, tucking away the file as he continues scrolling down Dean's Twitter. He pauses on a shirtless picture of the Winchester, letting out a short whistle. He continues browsing as he returns to his apartment, his eyes locking on a specific comment under one of his posts.

Maddiebub: 'OMG is this you?!'

Impa69: 'Ha no!'

Castiel frowns, clicking on the link. "Onlyfans?" He speaks slowly, his frown deepening. He quickly gets into his apartment, his eyes never leaving his phone as he moves toward his bedroom. He clicks on the link and plops down on his bed, his eyes scanning over the page as it loads.

The first thing he sees is a masked, shirtless man with his hands behind his head. 'Anonymous43', five thousand subscribers. He stands from the bed, tossing his phone and heading to his desk. Turning on his laptop, he types in the Onlyfans address once more. Castiel tilts his head, staring at the muscled body lining the banner. It couldn't really be him...could it? No, there's no way! He chuckles, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a credit card. There's no way.

Ten dollars later, his computer screen is flooded with a faceless man in various provocative poses, some nude, some not. The videos are silent, adding to his anonymous flare. "Woah," Castiel squeaks as he lands on another video. The man slowly strokes his thick shaft, a black butt plug visible between his thighs. "Ooh..." Castiel breathes, his cock twitching at the sight of it. His eyes glide over the mystery man's freckled skin, and he fights the urge to grip his cock, continuing to scroll down the page. His eyes widen as a 'Weekly live stream now live!' notification pops up on his screen. Castiel's heart beats faster in his chest, his jaw clenching as he takes a dry gulp.

Hell, even if it isn't Dean, this guy is hot. He clicks on the notification, searching the empty room on his screen. Typical enough, a bed pressed against the wall, a fancy gamer chair. An array of dildos and butt plugs sits on the desk, making Castiel's face flush red. The boxer-clad lower half of Anonymous43 walks into the frame, waving at the audience with one hand behind his back. Castiel flinches as a comically large dildo is suctioned onto the table next to the already impressive collection, his cock twitching once more. "Will that even fit?" he breathes, a zip of excitement rushing up his spine at the prospect of finding out.

Anonymous pulls his boxers down his thighs, tossing them aside before rubbing his length. Castiel stares in awe as the man's cock grows, excitement buzzing at his skin. Finally, the man sinks into his seat, his face still cut off and his throbbing cock in full view. Castiel tilts his head as if he could will the camera to pan up to the man's face. Finally, Anonymous speaks.

"How's it hangin', fellas?" he asks, voice gruff and low. He pauses for a moment, chuckling. "My camera's fucked up again? Hold on..." He begins fiddling with his camera, panning it up until –

Castiel slams his laptop shut, heart pounding against his chest. There's no fucking way. He stares around his room, feeling like he's just been caught doing something he shouldn't have. After many moments of silent panicking, he slowly opens his laptop, fingers drumming against his desk as it goes from black back to the Onlyfans page. 'Join Livestream' is plastered across the screen, and he nods to himself, clicking on it once more.

Castiel stares at the screen slack-jawed, his eyes searching the screen wildly. "Dean?" he says, an inadvertent moan escaping him as Dean begins stroking his cock. Castiel tries to soak in everything all at once, finally focusing on those green eyes. Those same eyes that made his breath hitch only days ago. He tears his eyes away from the screen, pinching the bridge of his nose. Something about this feels...wrong. Like he's peeping through his neighbor's blinds or spying on a friend in the shower. It feels grimy, somehow. Yes, he paid, and yes, Dean is doing this willingly. But it still feels wrong. Castiel begins to click out of the live stream, pausing when Dean starts to speak.

"Gimme a break. I'm still tryna figure out all this computer crap," Dean says, adjusting his camera. "Oh, some asshole keeps posting links to my account on my Twitter, so I gotta change the name again." Castiel sucks his teeth, leaning back in his seat. Dean begins stroking his cock once more, letting out a soft moan. "I'm really horny, so – you gotta deal with the crooked camera for now, ok?"

Castiel's cock twitches again, and he groans, swiping a hand over his face. "Forgive me, Dean," he whispers, looking around his room before turning up the volume.

"Alright, guys, it's about that time," Dean grunts, his voice hushed and teasing. Castiel rubs a hand over his growing bulge, leaning closer to the monitor. "If you wanna help me play with my toys, start donating. Everyone else is getting kicked out," he says. Castiel damned near jumps out of his chair, diving for his wallet and pulling out his debit card. "Don't get shy on me now. You don't wanna miss this," Dean purrs.

"Damn right, I don't," Castiel grumbles, quickly entering his card details. He hits the donate button, sighing in relief.

Dean pauses his hand, leaning forward and squinting. “User45347?” He says, chuckling to himself. "You gotta change that, man. Thanks for the donation."

"You're welcome, Dean," Castiel says. Pausing, Castiel frowns. Is it weird to respond? He can't even hear him. He stares at the replies going across Dean's screen, smacking himself on the forehead. Leave a comment. Just as he goes to click on the 'reply' box, Dean is standing from his seat, hand still stroking his cock as he goes for a bottle of lube.

"Now that we're alone... let's get to it," Dean says. He squeezes a dollop of lube into his hand, clearing his throat. "I really, really wanna try my big boy tonight –" Dean leans forward, resting his elbow on his desk – "But if you've stopped by before, you know I never get too far with that one," He pushes a lubed finger into his hole, a hushed moan escaping him. Castiel leans even closer to the monitor in an attempt to hear better. Fuck, what he wouldn't do to have him moaning in his ear. Dean pants softly as he pumps his fingers into himself, closing his eyes as he gets lost in the rhythm. Slowly zipping down his fly, Castiel watches intently, pulling his pulsing cock out of his pants with a moan. "So, whaddya wanna see in me?" he asks. "Besides your own dick," he adds teasingly. Castiel watches as the comments flood in, using his free hand to add his request. After reading through some of the comments, Dean grabs a green dildo, slowly slipping his tongue around the tip of it. It's no bigger than four inches, but the curve at the end is sure to reach Dean's spot, Castiel thinks.

"Holy shit," Castiel whispers, a smile stretching across his face. He begins stroking his cock, guttural moans escaping him as he watches Dean suck on the small dildo. On the other end, Dean turns away from his camera, straddling his chair and poking his ass out, looking over his shoulder. The Winchester spreads his plump cheeks apart, slowly sinking the dildo into his tight hole with a long, guttural moan.

"Ngh...good choice," he says as he begins to pump the dildo inside of himself. An array of soft, mewling moans falls from Dean over and over, his cock twitching with every slow thrust of the dildo. "Keep moaning for me," Castiel breathes. He uses his free hand to type, biting his lip between his teeth as Dean continues his slow pace.

User45347: What a view...

Dean chokes out a laugh, going back to his moaning moments later. "I'm glad you like it."

Castiel closes his eyes, his mind filled with images of Dean bent over before him, taking every inch of his throbbing cock. He'd be slow at first, letting Dean adjust to his size, but by the end, he'd be unrelenting. Castiel massages his balls, giving his cock rough strokes as his edge quickly approaches. "Dean, you feel amazing," he groans, throwing his head back.

"Fuck that's good," Dean breathes, his voice getting caught in his throat.

"Come for me, baby," Castiel hisses, finally opening his eyes. Dean is fucking himself with quick, short thrusts, his other hand jacking off his cock in sync with his rhythm. His look is pure ecstasy, his cheeks flushed, and his mouth gaped as he reaches his edge. Castiel comes moments later, moaning far louder than he intended to, his body arching out of the chair as hot strips of come coat his shirt. Castiel stares up at the ceiling in the afterglow of his orgasm, eyes shifting wildly. "Wow," he whispers, resting a hand on his forehead.

Dean slowly eases the dildo out of his ass, his head lulling back as he takes short, rapid breaths. "As fun as that was, I'm lookin' for a real challenge."

–

Dean

"Son of a bitch," he hisses as he limps down the hall. He definitely overdid it last night, but he's never been one to back down from a challenge! Despite all this pain, he still hasn't gotten to his giant toy yet. Dean grumbles to himself, rubbing his butt with a pout. A door opens a few feet away, making him flinch his hand away and straighten up. He nods at his new neighbor, trying to walk like a regular person.

"Hey!"

Dean whirls around to the source of the voice, staring down at the brown-haired man. After a few moments, Dean gives him a little wave, twitching a smile. "Hey?" he responds, flinching as the man holds up a flyer. Something about an apartment-wide get-together decorated with sparkles and crudely drawn desserts. "Ah..."

"You're Dean, right?" he asks. Dean's heart clinches in his chest, and he slowly nods, taking down a dry gulp. "I'm Gabriel. I'm the one who accepted your application, sugar!"

"Oh!" Dean holds a hand over his heart, chuckling. "You and Cas know how to bury the lead, huh?" he adds through laughter. Gabriel grins, shrugging.

"It runs in the family, I guess," he says as he offers Dean the flyer again. "This is for all the new kids on the block. A little 'get to know who to avoid and who to nod at in the hallway' type of thing."

"Sounds like my kinda party. You supply the beer?" Dean asks, grabbing the flyer.

"All the lukewarm beer your little heart can handle," he coos, gaining a hearty laugh from Dean.

"Will Cas be there?" he mumbles as he reads. After many moments of silence, he looks up, frowning at the strange smile on Gabriel's face. "What?"

"He'll be there all alone, sweetpea."

"... ok?" Dean says. Gabriel shoots him a wink before damn near skipping down the hall, leaving Dean with more questions than answers. He chuckles to himself as memories of Castiel flood his brain. God, he's a weirdo. But in a good way.

–

Castiel

"Thanks again, man," Dean says, running his fingers through his sweat-slicked hair. Castiel grunts in response, trying to stop his legs from wobbling as he holds up the flat-screen TV.

"What are friends for?" he says through gritted teeth, sucking in a deep breath and lifting his side of the TV. Dean pushes the elevator button, shooting the other man an apologetic look. Dean smells of expensive cologne, even though they've been putting his apartment together all afternoon.

Castiel's mind trails back to memories of the live stream, his eyes flicking to Dean's plump rear. He never got to his largest toy. The biggest he could take was a mildly girthy seven-inch vibrator. But after a week of waiting, Castiel can finally watch Dean attempt his other toys again. As Castiel's mind begins to wander back to the other night, his grip on the TV slips. "Shit!" Before he can adequately react, another set of hands grabs the TV, a hearty laugh filling the air. Gunner raises to his full height, shaking his head at Castiel.

"Clumsy per usual," Gunner says, tssking his landlord.

"You're home early," Castiel says, stretching his back with a groan.

"I got eliminated earlier than I hoped," Gunner says. Both men turn to Dean as he lets out an excited noise, his eyes wide and twinkling.

"Holy shit," Dean breathes. Gunner smiles slickly, tilting his head. The elevator doors finally slide open, and all three men squeeze into the space.

"Do you know each other?" Castiel asks, looking between them both.

"Yeah – well, no, I'm just a fan..." Dean's voice begins to trail away as Gunner laughs, an awestruck look on his face.

"It's not often my fans are as handsome as you, so I'm honored," he says, winking. Dean lets out a light, fluttering laugh, trying to keep himself steady.

"I'm Dean."

"You new here, Dean?"

"As of last week, yeah," Dean says, pressing 13. Castiel clears his throat, rubbing the back of his head.

"Anyways –"

"You're on thirteen, too?" Gunner cuts in, making Castiel clamp his mouth shut. "Small world."

"Yeah, come borrow sugar anytime," Dean blurts, flicking his eyes to the ground. "'Or whatever," he adds, gaining a hum from Gunner. Castiel laughs awkwardly, resting his hands on his hips.

"I'm gonna hold you to that," Gunner rasps. His voice is deeper than usual, his eyes hooded, and he has a gentle smile on his face. His smug, handsome, annoying face. He's never looked so punchable.

When they finally reach the thirteenth floor, Castiel holds the doors open for the other men, watching as they quickly make their way down the hall.

Dean laughs at something Castiel can't hear, pausing when he notices his landlord isn't following. "You still want that beer, Cas?" Dean yells. Castiel observes the other men once more before silently shaking his head and pressing the 'close door' button.

….

"They like each other!" Castiel whines, draping himself dramatically over Gabriel's couch. Gabriel plops down next to Castiel with a tub of ice cream and two spoons, nodding sympathetically. "There was chemistry and – flirting – why wasn't I born six inches taller?"

"It's a family curse," Gabriel sighs, stabbing the spoon into the ice cream. "All of our inches go to our dicks."

"I didn't come here to talk about our dicks, Gabriel," Castiel grumbles with a disgusted shudder. Gabriel shrugs, offering him the ice cream.

"Let's cry into a tub of rocky road and get you on Tinder."

"This is less helpful than I thought it would be," Castiel groans, leaning up on the couch as his phone's alarm goes off. 'Dean's live stream.' He perks up at the notification, damn near sprinting out of the apartment. At least Dean was all his tonight. He rushes through the rooms in his apartment, flinging open his laptop and pulling up the live stream. Damn, already five minutes in. Dean sits naked with a small pink butt plug in hand, laughing about something Castiel missed.

"I just mean...I need someone who can handle me," Dean says, shrugging. Castiel ponders over his words, watching all of the overly thirsty men flooding Dean's comment section. The Winchester scans his eyes over the comments, chuckling at some, lightly humming at others. His eyes lock onto something, and he bursts out laughing, throwing his head back. "User45347, you're back!" Dean says gleefully, leaning closer to the monitor with a wide grin. "Still didn't get around to an actual username, huh?" he asks, chuckling. Castiel chuckles to himself, a warm feeling going over him. Even if Dean laughs at him, he still likes the attention. "Anyways, I met my celebrity crush today. He's the one who got me thinkin' like this," Dean groans, gripping his cock and biting his lip. "I've been crazy horny ever since."

Castiel stares blankly at the screen, his jaw clenched tight. "I can't even pretend you're mine when I'm alone," he says, leaning back in his seat.

"Seriously. I'm a pretty big guy. I need someone who can fold my ass in half!" Dean chuckles. Castiel types before he can even think, his heart pounding.

User45347: I could do that.

He's no different than the other men drooling over Dean in the comments. He's just another wallet getting sweet-talked into spending more.

"Yeah?" Dean says, staring at the screen intently. "Could you really, User?" Dean asks, biting his lip with a wide grin. Castiel stares as well, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Is he really talking to him?

User45347: Yes. Easily.

"What would you do to me?" Dean asks, winking. Castiel stiffens in his place, biting his lip. He rubs at his growing bulge, typing with his free hand.

User45347: I'd fuck you until your legs are useless. Make it so no other dick could make you come.

Dean runs his tongue over the plug, resting his head on his hand with a grin. "Promise?" His voice is light and airy, a look of lust overtaking his face. Castiel's cock jumps, a low, growling moan in his throat. He'd go upstairs and show him if he were bolder. Dean stands from his seat, stroking his cock with short grunts. "Now look what you did. I'm hornier than ever. Take responsibility if we ever meet, got it?"

Dickman69: Geez, don't tell me you like User more than us :(

1TerranceHoward1: Show your ass again pls

lilbigmedi: Shut up about User already!!

Dean lets out a hearty laugh, running his fingers through his hair. "Yeesh, I think I'll end it here. You guys are rowdy tonight."

With that, Dean stops the Livestream, leaving Castiel to his lonesome. Sighing, he stands from his computer, swiping a hand over his face. Pathetic. He feels every bit as miserable as he did when he watched Gunner steal Dean's attention in the elevator. He mindlessly slips into his bed, eyes locked on the ceiling. "It's just some guy," Castiel whispers, pulling the blankets over his form. Just some gorgeous, funny guy. Castiel's hand trails over his shaft, his cock throbbing underneath the touch. He curses to himself, pulling his hand away and turning on his side.

................

"Do I really have to go?" Castiel grumbles, adjusting his tie in the mirror. Gabriel hops into a pair of pants, grunting as he plops down on the couch.

"Come on, Cassy, just ten minutes of lookin' at your tenants' faces! I worked hard on this!"

"Yeah, but..." Castiel lets his voice trail away, letting out a deep sigh. He hasn't talked to Dean since that day in the elevator. Days have passed without incident. He hasn't bumped into him since that day, and thank god for that. He can barely understand his emotions, and seeing Dean would only worsen things. "Fine, I'll shake hands and then make my exit."

"Good boy," Gabriel says in a sing-song voice, smacking his hands together.

–

Dean

Crowds have never really been Dean's thing. Seriously, he hates making small talk and pretending like he gives a damn. Alas, to make friends, you actually have to speak to people. He mindlessly wanders around the rooftop, taking in the cheesy decorations and bobbing his head to the awful pop music filling the air. He pauses at a table filled with alcohol, swiping up an unlabeled beer. Just as Gabriel promised, it's lukewarm. He stares at his new neighbors, trying to find a familiar face. Finally, he lands on Gunner and perks up, giving him a lazy wave. Too eager? Who gives a damn. That's Gunner freaking Lawless.

"There he is," Gunner yells above the music, extending his arm to Dean.

"There I am," Dean squeaks, kicking himself immediately. He goes to shake Gunner's hand, his break hitching as the other man pulls him into a half hug. This is really happening. His idol is actually hugging him – tight! – and resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Good seeing ya," Gunner says in his ear, squeezing him before pulling away. Dean nods in response, trying to will his heartbeat to return to normal. Gunner nods his head to a somewhat empty corner before walking off. Dean follows along with a spring in his step, damn near floating through the crowd. Gunner Lawless wants to be alone with him!

"You settling in ok?" Gunner asks, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"As ok as anyone could," Dean says, shrugging. The other man chuckles, eyes running over Dean's form.

"So what does Dean do for a living?" he asks.

"Huh?" Dean blurts, stiffening.

"I mean, a place like this ain't cheap, right?" Gunner says, pointing to a blonde girl across from them. "We got trust fund kid, my neighbor's a doctor, and you?"

"A little of this, a little of that," Dean replies, flicking his eyes away. "Nothing fun," he adds.

"Hm." Gunner nods, cocking an eyebrow. "You in porn?" he asks. Dean's throat dries, his heart pounding in his chest. "That or you're runnin' drugs," he adds, chuckling.

"I..." He lets his voice trail away as the horrified look on Gunner's face registers.

"I was just joking...are you really..." Dean stutters over his words, heat rising to his cheeks. Gunner stares silently, clearing his throat. "Well, whatever works for you, right?" he asks, laughing awkwardly. Gunner takes a step away from him, a stale smile on his face.

"Please don't say anything," Dean blurts, looking around the crowd. It feels like everyone is staring at him. He hates being looked at. Gunner mimes zipping his lips, and nods. Just as Dean begins to calm down, Gunner chuckles.

"Were you good in school?" he asks. Dean shrugs.

"Hated homework, but I passed tests," Dean says, chuckling.

"Good in school, handsome, charismatic, but you still end up in porn?" Gunner says. Dean's smile sinks once more, and he shifts his feet.

"Well, Onlyfans. But yeah."

"Ah. The new age prostitution feels less dirty because it's through the screen, right?" Gunner asks. This time, there's no laughter following his sentence. Dean lets out a forced laugh, stroking the back of his neck.

"C-can we talk about somethin' else?" he asks, smacking Gunner on the arm. Gunner flinches back away from him.

"Maybe don't touch me anymore," he grumbles. "That doesn't make you feel dirty, Dean?" he asks, flicking his tongue over his lip. Dean would've punched him in the face and gone on about his business if it was anyone else. But this is Gunner freaking Lawless. The man he's idolized for the vast majority of his life.

"What?"

"No offense, just wondering. I could never be with someone who gets fucked by strangers for money."

And just like that, it feels like he can't breathe again. Everyone's staring at him; everyone's whispering about him. They all know, and they hate him for it. He takes a short breath, eyes widening as it gets stuck in his throat. He tries to calm himself and tries to ground himself. He inadvertently grabs for Gunner, eyes widening as Gunner brushes past him.

"Again with the touching, Dean." He holds his hands up in defense, walking around Dean and getting lost in the crowd. Sinking to the ground, Dean clenches his arms around himself in an attempt to slow his rapid breaths. Fuck. Not here.

–

Castiel

"Nice to meet you," Castiel limply shakes another tenant's hand, willing himself not to roll his eyes. Two minutes down, eight to go. He continues down the line of new tenants that Gabriel arranged for him to meet, staring around the rooftop. He'd rather not see Dean and Gunner making out somewhere, but damn, does he still want to see Dean. As if the universe is laughing at him, Gunner bumps into him with a lazy smile.

"Mr. clumsy strikes again," he says, chuckling. Castiel frowns, staring around.

"Dean isn't with you?" he asks, a smile spreading across his lips. Gunner pauses for a moment, clearing his throat.

"Last I saw, he was sitting over there," he says, gesturing behind himself. "Between you and I, I'd leave him where he is," he adds in a near whisper. Cocking an eyebrow, Castiel walks through the crowd, trying to find the words to say to Dean when he sees him. It's only been a couple days, but damn, has he missed talking to him. All words fall away from him when he finally makes it to Dean, his eyes going wide.

Dean sits against the wall hugging himself, his eyes squeezed shut tight as he rocks back and forth.

Leaning down, Castiel studies him. "Dean," Castiels says softly. "Are you ok?"

"No," Dean breathes, hugging himself tighter. "I feel – I don't know – I'm scared."

Gently, he places his hand on Dean's shoulder, slowly pulling away as Dean flinches under his touch. Dean looks up at him, saying something that gets drowned out by the music. Castiel leans in closer. "What?"

"Fuck – hug me," Dean groans, his breaths short and ragged. "Hug me, squeeze me tight, hug me!" He speaks rapidly, his fingers digging into his arms. Castiel pulls him into a bone-crushing hug without hesitation, ignoring the hoots and howls of those around them. "Nngh – just like that," Dean whispers, his ragged breaths beginning to slow. Castiel's cock twitches, and he curses himself, closing his eyes shut tight. Dear god, not right now! "Tell me I'm safe," Dean says, his voice light and whispy. Castiel nuzzles against him, his length twitching once more. Why does he have to smell so good and feel so warm? Why the hell is his voice so tempting?! Taking a deep breath, Castiel squeezes him tighter.

"I'll never let anything happen to you, Dean," Castiel says. Chuckling, Dean lets his head fall to Castiel's shoulder.

"That's a little intense, buddy," he says, chuckling again.

"Your breathing seems better, though," Castiel says, rubbing Dean's back.

"Yeah," he says, wrapping his arms around Castiel's back. Dean spreads his legs just enough so the other man falls into him, Castiel's hard cock pressing against him. "I knew I felt somethin'. You gettin' off on this?" Dean teases, rolling his hips forward.

"N-no!"

"Mm, you sure? Seeing me all vulnerable didn't do it for you?" he whispers, laughing as Castiel pulls away.

…...

"Well," Dean begins, rustling with his keys. "I know how to leave an impression, eh?" After awkwardly explaining the situation to Gabriel, Castiel was (thankfully) allowed to leave the party and escort Dean back to his apartment.

"I wouldn't worry too much," Castiel says, clearing his throat. "When Benny drinks, he likes to strip. That usually drowns out any of the other awkward things of the night."

"Fantastic," he says, smiling softly. "You wanna know somethin'?" he says, continuing when Castiel nods. "Not one person even looked my way while I was freakin' out."

"I'm sorry," Castiel says, shaking his head.

"For what? That's on them, not you."

"Well, I'm also for earlier. My body has poor timing," Castiel says. Dean purses his lips, nodding.

"I still owe you that beer, don't I?"

"Oh, yeah," Castiel says.

"Come in. They're nice and cold, promise," he says. Wordlessly, Castiel walks in after Dean, staring around at the simple decor. Band posters from the eighties and photos line the walls. Castiel stares around the apartment with wide eyes, buzzing with excitement. He's really in Dean's house. In no way did he ever think he'd get this far. But, in the same vein, he needs to keep his head straight. Dean needs someone to depend on right now, not some horny dog rutting at his leg. He'll have a beer, listen to him, and wish him a good night. He takes in his surroundings as Dean enters a different room, running his fingers along a picture frame.

"Are you close with your family?" Castiel asks, pausing on a picture of Dean and a tall man. "I'm pretty close with mine. We all live here," he adds, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I mean, they drive me nuts, but I love them."

"Love my family," Dean grunts as he passes, tossing Castiel a beer. He's now wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a wife beater. "Let's do somethin' fun."

Castiel stares silently at Dean, trying to force away the thoughts of pinning him to the ground and fucking him silly. "Like what?" he asks, swigging from his beer.

"Wanna watch a movie?" he asks, walking to his entertainment center and leaning over. Dean makes a show of sticking his ass out, slowly swaying his hips from side to side. Or, rather, Castiel feels like he's making a show of it. At this point, he can't tell if he imagines it or is just struck with lust. "Hm...Somethin' scary to get you clinging to me, how's that sound?"

"Oh...um...that's fine. When should I leave?" Castiel blurts. Dean pulls out a DVD and pops it into the player, humming.

"Whenever the fuck you want. You wanna leave now?" he asks.

"I can stay for the movie," Castiel says, sinking onto the couch. Turning off the lights, Dean plops down next to him, swigging from his beer. Castiel glances at the Winchester, a puff of air escaping his lips. Stuble peppers his jawline, and his adam's apple bobs in his throat whenever he laughs. He's almost too damn handsome if there ever was such a thing.

“Hey," Dean says, his voice low. Castiel shakes away the thoughts, shifting in his place. "Pay attention to the movie. I'm not goin' anywhere," Dean says, shooting him a wink.

"Oh, yeah," Castiel says, looking at the TV. Something about aliens or clowns, maybe both. He really can't focus. Not with Dean sitting so close to him, smelling as good as usual, letting out those goddamn little laughs and grunts. He sighs as he feels his length hardening again, closing his eyes. Is it enough to just be near him now?!

"Calm down, Castiel," Castiel whispers. Dean grunts, patting Castiel's cheek.

"Open your eyes, damn it! You just missed the first kill!" Dean whines. "What, do you really get scared at this sorta stuff?" he asks. Before Castiel can respond, Dean hooks an arm around Castiel's waist, pulling him closer. "I'm right here, buddy, ok?"

"That's the issue, Dean," Castiel bites, stroking a hand over his face.

"You want me to back off?" Dean asks, rubbing his hand up the other man's thigh. Castiel's cock twitches again, and he inadvertently leans into the touch. "Woah," Dean breathes, a devious grin on his face. Castiel follows his gaze, stifling a moan as Dean grazes his fingers over his growing bulge. "I just keep gettin' you all hot and bothered, huh?"

"I just --" Dean squeezes Castiel's length over his pants, effectively silencing him. Grazing his lips along the shell of his ear, the Winchester nibbles at Castiel's tender flesh, letting out a hot breath.

"Let me make it better," he says, voice whiskey-dipped and low. In one swift movement, Castiel's throbbing cock is released from his pants.

Dean stares in awe at the long, thick cock before him, mouth agape. He gives Castiel's cock a quick pump, biting his lip between his teeth. Slowly, Dean swipes his tongue down the length of Castiel's cock, chasing a bead of precome as he does.

"D-Dean, you don't have to," Castiel moans, resting a hand on Dean's head.

"Mm, but you want me to, right?" he asks, flicking his eyes up to Castiel. "Can I stuff this fat cock down my throat, Cas?" he purrs, grinning as Castiel's cock throbs. With that, Dean takes the other man's length into his mouth, tongue swishing from side to side. He grips Castiel's balls, taking in as much of Castiel's shaft as possible before bobbing his head.

"Oh my god," Castiel groans, throwing his head back and bucking his hips up. "So good." He holds Dean's head in place as he fucks into his mouth, relishing in Dean's gagging and the slick wetness engulfing his cock. When the Winchester pats his thigh, Castiel quickly pulls Dean's head up by his hair, cursing himself. "Are you ok?" he asks. Seeing Dean like this, lips fucked swollen with drool dripping down his chin, is almost enough to make Castiel lose control again.

"Mhm," Dean replies, letting out a pleased noise as Castiel takes him into a gentle kiss. They start slow, leaving soft pecks on each other's lips, wrapping around one another. Dean allows Castiel's tongue into his mouth, grinding his hard length against Castiel's stomach. Castiel pushes Dean's shirt over his head, taking in every inch of his form as it's revealed. He kisses Dean's neck, tongue swirling along with skin as he moves over his adam's apple, down the valley of the collarbones, and down to his chest. He swirls his tongue over Dean's nipple, gaining a low moan in return. Castiel bites and licks his way down Dean's body, leaving his mark over every inch of his skin.

"Turn around," Castiel hums, and Dean eagerly complies, getting onto his knees and leaning over the armrest. Castiel nibbles on his nape, one hand pulling his shorts down his hips, the other wrapping around his neck. He grips Dean's length, giving it rough pumps as he nibbles along the Winchester's shoulder.

"Fuck, so good," he moans, grinding back against the other man. Castiel closes his eyes, mind trailing back to watching Dean and Gunner walking down the hall. He doesn't know why that cocky god damned grin flashes through his mind at now of all times. All he knows is it lights a fire in him that he didn't know was there. The words come out quicker than he can stop them.

"Did Gunner make you feel this way, too?" he growls. Dean stiffens, craning his head to Castiel. Before he can speak, Castiel pushes his fingers into Dean's mouth, stroking Dean's cock quicker and grinding against his back. Dean moans around the digits, his body twitching with every rough stroke of his cock. "Did you make those sounds with him, too?" he spits. Pulling his fingers out of Dean's mouth, Castiel forces him down against the arm of the couch, pushing his spit-slicked fingers between his plump cheeks. Dean grunts, looking at the other man over his shoulder wide-eyed.

"Where'd that come from?" he grumbles, his voice falling into fluttering moans as Castiel pushes two fingers inside his tight hole.

"I can fuck you better than him," Castiel growls, scissoring his fingers inside of him. Dean groans and pants against the couch, his hole clenching around Castiel's fingers. "I wanna hear you more," he breathes, fingers rubbing against Dean's prostate.

"C-Castiel," Dean moans, his toes curling with every rough stroke of his spot. "I-m s-so close," he purrs, cock bobbing helplessly as his edge approaches. Just before he meets his edge, Castiel slips his fingers out of his tight pucker, pumping his own length in his hand. "Fuck don't stop now--" Dean cuts himself off when he feels the thick head of Castiel's cock pressing against his hole. Rocking his hips forward, Castiel teases against the rim of Dean's hole, rubbing Dean's plump cheeks with a guttural moan.

"Nngh, so tight for me," he says, smacking Dean's ass as he eases forward. Finally, the tip of his cock begins to gain purchase, cock twitching as Dean's hole pulls him in.

"Oh my god," Dean squeaks as the head pushes past his tight rim. "Caaas," he whines.

"I've got you," he whispers, pressing light, feathery kisses against his back. Dean flinches as Castiel rocks his hips forward, short moans forcing out of him with every movement. "Dean," he grunts in his ear, fingers gripping his hips. Castiel pushes deeper into him, relishing the feeling of Dean's tight hold squeezing around his length. "You feel amazing," he groans, bottoming out in Dean with a quick, short thrust. Dean inadvertently pushes his hips back, his hole squeezing around the girth of Castiel's cock, desperately trying to accommodate his size.

"Ahn!" Deans moans, voice getting caught in his chest as Castiel quickens his pace, his hand holding Dean in place as he fucks into him. "O-oh m-my --" Dean stutters over unformed sentences, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the other man pounds into him relentlessly.

"So good, Dean, my good little slut," he growls, gaining moans in return. Castiel is reeling. He wanted to be gentle, wanted to be romantic the first time, but all that's running through his mind is fucking Dean until he can't even think of anyone but him. Dean's fluttering cries of 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me' aren't helping the matter, and soon, Castiel is fucking into him relentlessly, leaving Dean helplessly gripping onto the couch.

"I'm coming -- fuck Cas!" Dean damn near screams as he comes onto the cushions, shaking and twitching as he rides his release. Castiel slows his hips as the aftershocks of Dean's orgasm pulses through him, slowly turning the Winchester to face him. Castiel presses rough, quick kisses on his lips, his cock still buried in Dean's ass as he does.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Castiel whispers against his lips, slowly finding his rhythm again. "I'm not done with you yet."

The night was far more eventful than the men were prepared for. Three rounds or far too sex left more than a few bruises and rugburns in places that didn't seem possible. Castiel holds a hand over his head, eyes locked on a sleeping Dean cuddled up next to him.

He got too carried away. Dean needed a shoulder to cry on, not whatever the hell he offered him last night. Sighing, Castiel rises off of the ground, hissing as his back cracks. He flinches at Dean's groggy laugh, running his fingers through his hair.

"Not used to sleepin' on the ground, old man?" Dean asks, slowly leaning up.

"Not generally, no."

"Me neither, fuck," Dean groans, rubbing his back. Castiel runs his eyes over him, biting his lip. "You weren't lyin', though," Dean says, a grin plastered across his face.

"About what?"

"You really can handle me, huh?" Dean coos. Castiel stares silently for many moments before it dawns upon him.

"How did you know?!" he squeaks. Dean bursts into hearty laughter, leaning up from the ground and smacking Castiel on the arm.

"Dude, you know your name's attached to every payment you sent me, right?"

"I...was not aware." This sends Dean into a full-on laughing fit, clenching his stomach and rolling onto his side.

"Are you mad at me?" Castiel asks.

"What, for findin' my only fans? Nah, I appreciate the support."

"Actually, I meant for all those things I said about you and Gunner. I'm sorry, I got really jealous."

"Jealous Cas is pretty hot, so I'll give you a pass on that," Dean says, patting him on the arm. His smile fades away, and he huffs. "All we did that day was watch reruns of his old matches, anyways."

"Oh...well, good."

"Yeah," Dean says, his face falling. "You don't think I'm, uh, gross or anything, right?"

"Why would I?" Castiel asks. Dean shrugs, twitching a smile. Castiel cradles Dean's face, gently craning his head to meet his gaze. "Sex is natural. It just so happens that your sexual prowess is good enough that people pay for it," he says, pressing a kiss against Dean's lips. "I'm just glad I wasn't another groupie to you."

"Woah now, when'd you get so smooth, User45347?" he asks, a shit-eating grin on his face. Castiel stares at him blankly, gaining roaring laughter from the other man.

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