Dean woke up slowly, very slowly. It was Saturday, so there was nowhere he had to be. John was gone for the weekend with Uncle Bobby, on a hunting trip, and Sammy had stayed the night at a friend's house. There was no reason to get up.
Dean blinked against the dimmed light shining through the curtains. His eyes were sandy and didn't really want to open up to the far too bright light of the day. It was still far too early, anyways, 8:07 a.m. Dean read off the alarm sitting on the locker beside his bed. Ugh. He tried to move his legs, feeling that they had gone numb while he had slept, but he couldn't move them, something heavy and warm and hairy was keeping him from moving.
"Hey, Cas" Dean had, as soon as his Dad and Sammy were gone out through the door, hit the speed dial and called his best friend.
"Hello, Dean." Cas answered after the second ring, the voice as always unexpected low.
"Do you wanna come over? For a Lord of the Rings marathon? I have beer and we can order pizza later, if you like" Dean asked breathless as he was sprinting up the stairs to his room; if Cas was coming over tonight he had to get his room more or less presentable.
"Ehm… wait a second, I have to see if I have piano lessons tonight…" Cas answered over a rustle of paper in the background.
"No, I am free tonight, when shall I be at your house?" Dean could here Cas' smile bleed into his voice; their movie nights were always – fun.
"Great! Half seven? Is that ok? You can sleep here, Dad and Sammy are gone for the weekend, so you could park the car in front of the house…"
"Ok, sure. See you later." Dean liked this, hearing Cas smile, and he could barely keep himself from smiling a full on grin.
"Yes, see you later, Cas."
It was a leg. Rather, two legs. And they were wrapped around his limbs, making it impossible to move. Dean was a little bit irritated, what the hell was going on? Slowly, his memories came back. Right. The Lord of the Rings movie marathon. Cas had been late as usual, but had held up a bottle of Captain Morgan with a big triumphant grin as his excuse and had strolled into the house like it was his home.
Dean and Cas had been friends for over three years now. The beginning had been a little bit bumpy, and it had taken it's time – they had had the same classes since the first year of high school – but eventually Cas, with the dark hair and the barely natural blue eyes, had become Deans friend, and finally, after those three years, he had earned the honour to call this nerdy boy his best friend. Dean was truly glad he had been assigned to do this English project with the outsider boy, or else he would have missed out the incredibly intelligent, exciting and funny side of the shy, slim boy. When Dean discovered Cas equal love for Lord of the Rings and Star Trek, it was no doubt he would be Dean's best friend for the rest of his life.
Cas had kicked off his shoes and had let himself fall onto the couch, a lopsided grin towards Dean on his face and the hair still damp from the shower.
Dean noticed, that there were not only legs tangled into his own, but that there was as well an arm wrapped around his waist, ending into a hand that was resting flat against his chest. Dean rolled his eyes but had to admit to a grin that was making it's way on his face. Really, cuddling? Cas was such a girl.
After they had finished the sixpack of beer and the second movie had already started, the pizza finally arrived. Dean and Cas sat unceremoniously on the floor in front of the TV, eating the greasy pizza, drinking Captain Morgan out of the bottle and were messing around, making inside jokes and nodding pleased when the right comeback was given.
As the credits of The Two Towers were rolling down the screen, they had drunk two third of the strong liquor. They laid comfortably on the couch, each had their head propped up on the armrest and the legs tangled in the middle, when they started to philosophize about God and the world.
"Dean?"
"Hmm?" Dean hummed in response, content with himself right there and then.
"Do you sometimes ask yourself … Do you sometimes question, whether that's all? Whether that's all there, all you think? Or if … I mean, do you know the feeling, when you gain a new point of view, and suddenly … suddenly you see a lot of things … differently? And you think 'wow, how could I've been so blind, how could I have not seen it this way all along?'?"
"Eh … well. I … don't really know?" Maybe they should slow down with the hard stuff, Dean thought by himself, those questions are really deep. Not that he minded having deep conversations with Cas from now to then, he appreciated them as much as the messing around.
"I try to say … I think … I think I want to try to be more … open minded? Well, you know, as in my view of the world? Of people?" Cas added, in an attempt to explain himself, but zoned out at the end of the sentence and rolled the glass in between his hands as he looked up at the ceiling.
"Oh… wow. Well, yeah. Yes. You are right … somehow…" Dean tried hesitantly, feeling a little bit awkward and taking another big sip of his whiskey. Ugh, it was actually enough for today.
Dean tried to turn around, but Cas groaned displeased at the sudden movement and only nestled closer to Dean. Dean rolled his eyes again, even though there was no one to acknowledge his annoyance. That Cas always got so touchy when he was drunk, Dean thought and let out a sigh, giving in to his fate. Anyway, it was still far too early to even be able to think straight. He reached out to grab the bottle of water, which he had deposited wisely on his locker the day before, to get rid off the dryness and the bitter taste of alcohol in his mouth. Dean prayed silently to God that the hangover would not be too bad this day, before he glided back to sleep.
They had gone up to Dean's room around four in the morning, clinging to the handrail to avoid falling back down the stairs. When they had finally arrived at Dean's door, Dean had hit his hand to his forehead and looked at Cas with wide eyes.
"Shit, Cas, I totally forgot to set up the mattress for you…"
"Oh … yes. Well … where is it, then?" Cas had slurred and shrugged, while he was searching with one hand for support in the threshold.
"Ugh … I have no idea, man. Shit, I am wasted, I don't think I am able to do anything but sleep now" Dean yawned, "Do you mind sharing my bed?" he asked and nearly lost his balance over rubbing his tired and burning eyes.
"Well, if you don't have a problem with that …" Cas answered hesitantly and grinned shyly.
Dean burst into laughter and dragged Cas by his arm into his room, still giggling, and, yes, he was giggling, but in his defence, he was totally wasted.
"Yeah, sure man, just promise not to start cuddling during the night" Dean snickered.
Quickly, they had gotten rid off their pants and socks, all the time still giggling and swaying, and had crawled into bed after Dean had fetched some more extra pillows from Sammy's room and a water bottle, to be prepared for the hangover the next morning. When they each finally found a comfortable position, the room was spinning and Dean felt the warm buzz of Cas' presence beside him, he quickly had been dozing off into a half-awake state. They had been talking about this and that for a while, quietly, Dean lying on his back, his hand under his head and on his stomach, Cas lying on his side, his blue, blue eyes, which Dean still could see twinkling in the dark, fixed on Dean's profile, and at some point they both had drifted into sleep, breathing deep and slowly, feeling the other besides them.
The next time Dean woke up, he was hot and sweaty. His t-shirt was sticking to his chest and his boxers were far too warm and damp of sweat. Cas arm was still wrapped around his midst but had tighten it's grip.
He realized, Cas was moving when he felt the fine hairs of Cas' legs rubbing against his calves. Cas was moving, very slowly, but definitely moving. He noticed as well, that he was sporting a semi boner. Well. It was morning. Or, rather midday. Still. That was normal ….
Dean tried to free himself out of Cas' arms, but he seemed to be still fast asleep, and the only reaction he got was Cas nestling closer to Dean and closing the small distance that had been left between Cas' stomach and Dean's back. Dean froze as he felt something hard and hot pressed against his lower back. Really?
He had somehow to get out of this bed, this situation, this room. He had to go, had to go to the bathroom. Had to take a cold, very cold shower. Had to do something, anything. It was far too hot under the comforter and the human heater called Cas draped all over him. Dean really should get up right now.
The moment he had finally decided to move and to get up, to get out of Cas' embrace, Cas started to move again. Slowly and uncoordinated; still fast asleep. But Cas moved, or, to be more precisely, his hips moved, rolled slowly back and forth, searching for friction at Dean's back.
Dean froze, this time out of shock, heat wave after heat wave washing over him while his cock apparently didn't mind at all that his best friend was humping his back, it only grew harder every passing second. Shit.
Dean's thoughts were racing. If Cas was waking up right now, he could still make a joke of it and forget the whole thing. He could tease the slightly younger boy, ask him which of the hot cheerleaders had the main role in his dream.
But Dean couldn't move. Or didn't really want to. However, his body didn't obey his orders and just stayed stock still, much too aware of the heat radiating body behind him, the arm around his waist, the knee, that had found it's way between his legs.
Cas sighed while he was still rocking his hips lightly against Dean's lower back with small, soft thrusts. Suddenly, Dean heard Cas murmuring something and his eyes widened in pure panic – how the fuck could he explain this? – but Cas only rubbed his nose against Dean's neck, right behind his ear, breathed hot and damp against his skin, and pulled him with his arm around his midst tighter into his embrace, pressing their bodies together, while pushing his other arm under Dean's head.
Dean was hard. Yes, really, painfully hard. Because his best friend was humping him from behind while dreaming of a sexy cheerleader in a too short skirt. Oh god. Dean squeezed his eyes shut. It was far too hot. He shoved the comforter down to his hips. He was still drunk, wasted. . Horny. Horny as fuck. Shit.
"Dean"
Shitshitshit. Dean's stomach churned - was Cas waking up? But Cas didn't stop rocking his hips against him. He was still asleep. And he dreamt. Of him.
"Fuck" Dean swore under his breath and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to relax and getting a grip on this ridiculous situation.
Cas had moved into a more comfortable position in the meantime and now Dean could feel Cas' hard and hot cock pressed against the slit of his ass, heating his backside up und rubbing against the fabric of his boxers, which got pressed with every thrust of Cas' hips more and more into his slit, getting damp with sweat, getting uncomfortably warm. Now Cas was pushing his erection further, was sliding it in between his ass cheeks, gliding in the sweat, and Dean could feel Cas shiver behind him.
Dean let out the breath he had been holding, he hadn't even noticed, the situation was far too – intense. He opened his eyes and sneaked his own hand down his body, down to his hardness. He ran a finger over his length and had to bite on his lip to muffle his moan as he finally, finally felt the pressure on his cock. He was already soaked in swear, his shorts were damp and wet from his precome leaking erection.
Cas moved again, lowered his hips messily down to Dean's thighs and rocked his hips forward. Dean sucked in his breath sharply; the tip of Cas' cock was nudging his entrance through the fabric of his boxers now.
Immediately, all his blood was rushing down to his cock and to the tight ring of muscle, pulsing through it and making Dean shiver in anticipation. He hadn't even known that this could feel like that. After a few thrusts, he noticed that Cas' precome had wet through his and Dean's boxers, and Dean's cloth covered dick pulsed in response hard and hot in his own hand.
Dean stopped thinking. His mind was still foggy from the amount of alcohol they had consumed the evening before and the room was pleasantly shaded, the harsh sunlight was dulled through the curtains. It was too hot under the comforter with Cas body damply and flush pressed against his to be able to think one straight thought.
Besides … it felt kinda … good. Yes. Hot. Apparently, Dean's body liked the action that was going on very much, and he didn't know what else to do than just blanking all thoughts that were racing through his head out, and it was surprisingly easy to do so with a hot, hard cock pressed against his ass.
The only thing he could think right then was that he wanted Cas to tilt his pelvis just like that, so that the tip of his dick would nudge against his entrance again, press it against his hole, wet and hot, only the thin barrier of cloth between skin on skin. He desperately tried to keep quiet, raised one hand and bit into his fist to muffle his groan. He gripped himself firmly around his base through his boxers, he was already far too close.
Dean pushed himself slightly and tentatively back, against Cas' rocking hips, and was rewarded with a moan escaping Cas' lips. Cas had pressed his forehead against Dean's shoulder, the mouth open against his t-shirt, making it go all wet and hot.
Cas stopped his movements abruptly. Dean froze. He heard Cas sucking in asharp breath, and the warm, damp mouth disconnected from his shoulder.
Dean did not dear to move, yes, Cas has woken up, he could hear it loud and clearly, actually feel it; the whole atmosphere had changed, the air was suddenly thick like water, it had changed from unconscious, horny rutting against each other in a half-sleep state to absolute tenseness.
Dean laid there, stock still, the eyes widened in shock, blood rushing through his ears, cock and ass. He strained his ears desperately for any reaction from behind him.
Cas, whose hand was lying flush against Dean's stomach, spread his fingers slightly under Dean's hand, letting Dean's fingers slot in between his and closed his hand, his fingers entwined with Dean's. Dean felt Cas' hot breath on his neck as he finally let the breath he had been holding, out.
Then Cas moved, very carefully, tentatively forth, and nudged the tip of his cock almost shyly against Dean's entrance, and Dean shivered, getting goose bumps on his arms, gripping Cas' hands tighter for encouragement.
Cas sighed, pulled Dean back against him, angled his arm under Dean's head so he could run his fingers through Dean's short hair, while he thrust his pelvis forth again, now with more force, sliding his cock back in between Dean's ass cheeks. Dean moaned lowly, and pushed back against Cas.
They started to move against each other, and Dean tried really hard to muffle his moans, but was not quite successful with all the heat and wetness in between them. Cas pressed flush against him, let his hand go and sneaked it under the hem of Dean's t-shirt, rubbed the muscles there in small circles, while his mouth – accidently – found its way back to Dean's neck, placing an open mouthed kiss there to mute his moan.
Cas had pushed up Dean's t-shirt, and at first, he played only tentatively with his nipples, but soon grew bolder with Dean's encouraging moans and shivers.
Suddenly Cas' hand was gone, and the movements stopped, but just for a few seconds, before Cas' hand was back at pinching his nipples and his hips started to move again. Dean realized with a hot shock that Cas had pushed down his shorts, and now the sensation of the hot, hard, leaking cock against his entrance was so much more intense with only one layer of clothing between them. Dean's mouth escaped a breathless "Cas" as he took his own hard erection in his hand and started to jerk off to the thought of nearly having Cas' dick skin on skin with his ass.
Dean was incredibly turned on, and with every jerk of his hand, he tried to push down his boxers more and more, until they were finally only covering half of his ass.
Cas breathed out hard, tongued the vein at Dean's throat as his cock came in contact with Dean's skin.
Their skin was quickly, very slick, both boys were too turned on to be unaffected, and shortly after Dean's boxers were pushed down to his knees.
Dean got lost in the sensation of Cas' cock nudging his naked entrance, sliding between his ass cheeks. Everything was so hot and so, so wet and slick, and as Cas stopped moving in favour to shrug his t-shirt off, Dean whimpered at the loss of movement, but was more than satisfied when bare skin was pressed against his back and ass.
Cas thrusts has been becoming erratic, Dean felt his laboured breath against his neck, the tongue still hot and wet against his skin, now sucking a mark deliciously painful into his skin. Dean was far too close already – but who could blame him, he was only 18 after all and this here was damn fucking hot.
It was hot, wet, they both were soaked in sweat and everything was slick and slippery, Dean was nearly bursting of tenseness while being totally and utterly relaxed in his best friend's arms. He just wanted to feel Cas, feel more.
Cas rocked his hips only in small thrusts, nudged with the head of his cock over and over again against Deans slick entrance. Dean felt his hole clench and relax, and obeyed his body's needs that wanted more, more, more. He pushed himself harshly back against Cas, who was groaning in between sharp intakes of breath, clutched Dean's hips almost painfully as he stopped to centre himself.
Cas hand disappeared from Dean's hip, and soon Dean felt Cas' dick at his entrance. This time, Cas pushed, and pushed further, didn't back up, and Dean relaxed as much as possible, he wanted more, and Cas was giving him more.
Cas slowly pressed the tip of his cock through the tight ring of muscles, and Dean could barely keep himself from coming alone from that, he gripped the base of his own erection tightly to calm himself and tried to relax more. Cas moved slowly, very slowly, and apart from a light burning it did not really hurt, it actually felt amazing. Cas tightened the grip in Dean's hair and hip as he moved further, his body shivering, his breathing short and sharp.
Cas pushed further and further, until he was pressed flush against Dean's back, completely buried inside his best friend, and did not dare to move anymore, trembling in anticipation. Dean had held his breath, his eyes squeezed shut, trying to relax. Now he was lying in his bed, his best friend's cock buried balls deep inside his ass and – oh god, it felt so fucking good. Soon Cas loosened his grip at Dean's hip and moved his hand slowly, shyly down, towards Dean's erection, which was painfully hard. Cas took his cock tentatively, nearly carefully, in his hand and Dean moaned, arching his back at the feeling of too soft hands for a boy at his cock and being completely filled up. He tested the feeling with moving slowly back and forth and couldn't keep himself from groaning deep down in his chest. It was so fucking good.
"Cas" Dean whispered with a broken voice "please"
And Cas started to move, forth and back, rocking his hips against Dean's ass, soon faster and harder. With every thrust Dean moaned louder and Cas bit in his shoulder to keep himself quiet.
After a few thrusts, Cas' scooted sown a bit to change his angle and snapped his hips against Dean, everything was so slick and slippery now that they could barely hold each other, Dean was floating in a state of constant of utter ecstasy, he was so close, and he wanted more, more, more. Now that Cas had changed his angle he hit Dean's sweet spot, and Dean could not stand it anymore, the sensation was too much, he was completely filled up, the friction was too good, the long, tender fingers wrapped around his cock moved so fast, so good, it brought him over the edge, he spilled all over Cas' hand and came with a breathless "ohgod, fuck, Caaas".
Cas snapped his hips once, twice, three times hard against Dean's ass, thrusting into him with force, clutched his hands around anything he could find of Dean and came with a loud, moaned "Dean".
Dean felt Cas' come pulsing into him, painting him white and hot inside, making him shiver, feeling the pumping and pulsing of Cas' hot, still hard cock inside of him, letting him ride the aftershocks of his orgasm in a delirious bliss.
Cas collapsed onto him, a heavy weigh on his side; they both panted loudly, soaked in sweat.
They stayed like that for a minute, savoured the aftermath of their orgasms, laying there with numb limbs, boneless and blissed out, the scent of sweat, alcohol and sex in the air.
"Fuck" Cas groaned, the voice raw from sex, detangled his hand from Dean's hair and pulled out, slowly and very carefully, while holding Dean still at his hip.
Dean whimpered over the loss of contact and this heat inside him, but stopped immediately when he realized, that there was cooling come dripping out of his ass, his best friend's come.
"Fuck" he confirmed brokenly, turning on his back.
Cas had propped himself up on his elbows, staring at him disbelieving with those big, blue eyes, his hair was stuck with sweat at his forehead. He had pulled up his undergarments, but hadn't bothered with his t-shirt yet.
Dean looked at his best friend and couldn't really decide whether to be horrified or to laugh his ass off. He settled on a lopsided grin.
"Didn't know you were swinging that way" Dean stated, his voice still thick of arousal.
Cas stared at him with ridiculously big eyes, the pupils still dilated by lust.
"Ehm … " Cas said weakly, the mouth still hanging open.
Dean turned his head to look at the ceiling, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He still couldn't smell anything else than Cas, Cas, Cas, but he really didn't mind.
"I … ohmygod, fuck, sorry – shit, Dean, I am so, so sorry, I don't even know – I don't know how that could have happened, fuck, I –"
"Cas"
"Dean, I am so sor-"
"Cas" Dean interrupted Cas with more force.
"Cas, stop. It happened. It's … it's not like I stopped you or anything" Dean blushed, but that was actually absurd in consideration of the fact that he just had been fucked in his ass by his best friend. He heard Cas sucking in a sharp breath.
"Well … yeah. He heard Cas sucking in a sharp breath.
"Well … yeah. Yes. O – Okay?"
"Okay." Dean confirmed, stressing it with a firm look into Cas' eyes, who was falling back into the pillows.
"Fuck." Cas sighed, rubbing his hand over his face.
"Well, yeah, literally" Dean chuckled. He always had been better at handling a situation if he could ease it up with a joke.
Cas shot him a pointed, accusing look, before the corners of his mouth couldn't keep from breaking into a big grin.
"Do you … do you remember, what I said yesterday? About the, about being more open minded? Being more open for new, different things?" Cas asked tentatively after a few moments of silence.
"Hmhm" Dean answered, rubbing over his stomach muscles; his whole body was still tingling.
"Well … I think – I think I rather … like … boys?" Cas tried, getting quieter to the end of the sentence.
Dean turned his head, looking at his best friend.
"I wanted to talk to you about that, because, well, I am not quite sure…" he added, blushing.
"Why?" asked Dean, his voice serious. He really didn't like talking about feelings and stuff, but this was Cas.
"Well, I mean, I've never had a girlfriend, and this one time, with Meg Masters in 9. Class was not really … didn't really feel right. But, I've never felt … sexually attracted … to anybody, girl or boy, only to…" Cas raised his hands in a helpless gesture and looked like a kicked puppy.
Dean gaped at him.
"You dreamt of me." He stated, realisation dawning, and Cas winced.
"You … you like me? Like, really, like like me?" Dean asked unbelieving and could have slapped himself immediately. It wasn't like they just had had sex or anything.
Cas looked at him so beseeching, that Dean reached out and stroke calmingly over Cas' arm.
"I … I don't know. I believe so. I mean. Dean, you are just so … So incredible. And you are my best friend, and I feel like I already know you for forever, and you are always so … You always understand me when nobody else does. And it's so easy with you, and you know how bad I am with my 'people skills'" Cas started to babble, almost like an excuse, and he shrunk down, backed up from Dean while he was talking.
Dean hated seeing Cas like that, defensive and scared.
"Cas, stop, wait, I just, I just need a second" Cas' stopped babbling immediately and Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes.
Fuck. He just had sex with his best friend. His best friend on the whole wide world. Cas, wonderful, gentle, shy Cas. He has never had a friend like Cas, no one who was so close he could tell him anything, and who still could stand being around him. With whom everything was so easy. With whom he just had sex. Very, very hot gay sex. And – he had liked it. Fuck.
Dean has never had any problems with homosexual people, he lived the motto 'live and let live', but he had never thought about himself as anything but straight. He liked girls, especially busty girls with nice, soft curves. But … yes. But what? He liked Cas. And the sex had been damn hot. And he had never been coming that hard and long in his whole life.
Dean sighed and decided to push the whole sexual identity drama aside for another time to panic about and opened his eyes.
He glanced over to Cas, who was staring at him with fear filled eyes, with those ridiculous blue eyes, the red, swollen lips and the baffled, sweat soaked dark hair. He looked beautiful.
"Oh, oh, I am so sorry, Dean, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, I am so, so…" Cas stumbled to his feet, tripped over Dean and started to pick up his things from the floor, stuffing it into his duffle bag, pulling on his jeans and already had found half of his things when Dean realized what the fuck he was doing.
"I – I better go, I am so, so sorry…"
Dean jumped off the bed, winced at the pain shooting through his backside, but pulled himself together and ignored the pain as he took hastily the few steps to stand in front of Cas, hauled him up off the ground and looked into his eyes,
"Stop, Cas, stop it" Dean said, and smiled a small grin before pulling Cas in and crashing their lips together. The kiss was messy, too wet for their swollen, sensitive lips, but perfect. Cas eyes widened almost comically with a surprised, muffled "Uhmhghmpf" before he finally closed his eyes and melted into Dean, wrapping his arms around Dean's neck and sneaking the other hand outright under the hem of Dean's t-shirt. Shy, sure.
Dean shivered and broke the kiss, chuckled deep down in his chest and took his hands off Cas' face where they had cupped the other boy's cheeks, asking with a glint in his eyes
"You coming back to bed? Sammy will be home late, so…"
Dean winked at Cas who was still standing there, in the middle of the room, mouth slack open and disbelief written all over his face before he started to grin like a maniac.
"Yes, Dean."
THE END