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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Castiel, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Love_Confessions, Oral_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Masturbation, Smut, Shameless
      Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Nerd_Castiel, Jock_Dean,
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School
  Series:
      Part 2 of New_Things
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-21 Words: 2475
****** Another New Thing ******
by thelonelywriter
Summary
     Cas definitely does have trouble looking Dean in the eye the day
     after what he did. But it's the day after that that he finds he can,
     in fact, look Dean in the eye. And with a little help on Dean's end,
     he can do even more than just look him in the eye...
Notes
     Welp, you guys definitely wanted it because apparently one cannot
     write Casturbation without a follow up, so here it is!! Don't worry
     about the whole fucking part because I have that under control, I
     just need to start writing it and soon it will be here for you guys
     to read :) For now just stick with this though!! (And if you haven't
     read the fic prior to this, here's_the_original)
See the end of the work for more notes
The weekend moved by quickly and soon it was Monday and Cas was back at school,
trying his best not to look Dean’s way even though he really fucking wanted to.
He got through Gym class alright and he thought he was going to get through the
rest of the day but apparently not.
Dean had a locker that was only a few feet away from Cas’ so at the end of the
day, when Cas thought that all was good and maybe he could even fuck himself
down on that dildo again thinking of Dean, he heard Dean himself call out,
“Hey, Cas! You dropped something!”
Cas’ blood froze. Dean knew his name? God, Cas would honestly never have
guessed that Dean even looked his way let alone knew his name. Cas turned to
find Dean walking towards him with Cas’ headphones which he had apparently
dropped. Cas paused, waiting for Dean to walk up to him. “I saw you drop these
and I know how important my headphones are, my little brother can be a pain so
sometimes I have to put mine in to get him to shut up,” Dean explained as he
passed Cas the headphones, hoping that he wasn’t oversharing or anything. He
always tried to avoid Cas as much as he could because if Cas found out that he
had a crush on him he would be dead. Castiel smiled shyly, glancing up at Dean
as he shoved them into his pocket.
“Thank you,” Castiel replied softly and he could tell that he was blushing and
he knew that it was obvious because of his fair skin dammit. Dean liked it
though, he thought it made Cas look cute. Well, cuter than he already was.
The two kinda just stood there for a moment, Dean with his backpack slung over
his shoulder and Cas with some books and papers clutched to his chest. Dean’s
eyes were roving Cas’ face, and Cas was staring down at his feet, only
occasionally flicking his gaze back up to Dean’s. He obviously had trouble
looking him in the eye because after all he had fucked himself pretty hard on a
dildo thinking of Dean’s cock the whole time. Cas finally got his brain to
start working, however, so he wasn’t standing there like the idiot that he
believed he was.
“I better, um, go, I guess,” Castiel stammered, and Dean nodded awkwardly.
“Yeah, I, um, have to go too,” he told Castiel who glanced up at him.
“Um, thank you again for the, y’know, the headphones,” Castiel managed, and
Dean waved his hand dismissively.
“It’s no problem. I’ll see you later,” Dean bid as his brain began working just
like Cas’ and he turned on his heel, walking the other way. Cas nodded
awkwardly, smiling softly at Dean as he walked away. Cas groaned internally.
That could’ve gone so much better in his head.
                                      ---
The next day Cas had another interaction with Dean, this one going quite well
actually. A lot better than expected. Dean and Cas were the last ones in the
locker room and Cas was just about to leave because he had all of his regular
clothes on, but Dean still didn’t have a shirt on, and, alright, maybe Cas was
staring a little. Or a lot. Either way, y’know.
Cas didn’t even fully realize that he was staring until Dean spoke up. “What?”
he inquired simply because wait a second, was Cas checking him out? Cas
immediately looked up, finding his gaze.
“I wasn’t staring,” Castiel blurted out and then he slapped himself internally
because Dean never even said anything about staring.
“I never said you were staring,” Dean replied, tugging on a shirt.
“Exactly, I wasn’t. It’s not like I think you’re attractive or anything,”
Castiel said, and slapped himself again because Christ, he was not speaking
right today. Dean quirked an eyebrow.
“So, I’m unattractive?” Dean questioned. Castiel swallowed and shook his head.
“No, you’re actually very attractive really.” Fuck. Cas’ eyes went wide as he
looked over at Dean. “I mean, not like, I find you attractive because I don’t,
uh, find you attractive, I just think that, well, you’re very attractive but
see, I don’t think that because I’m not attracted to you. In like any way.
Shit, no, I mean, I like you, but as a friend. If we even are friends, maybe
acquaintances?” Castiel finished, his heart beating at like a thousand miles
per hour. Castiel and Dean both just stood there, neither really knowing what
the next step was. So, Cas took the emergency exit route.
“I should really go,” Castiel said as he walked a little closer to Dean to grab
his stuff that sat on the bench. Dean caught his arm and Cas internally started
panicking. Was Dean about to beat him up? Was that what was about to happen?
“Cas, wait,” Dean said, and Castiel glanced up at Dean, blinking. “Do you,
y’know, have feelings for me?” Dean inquired, his voice quiet. Cas swallowed
again, and shook his head, but a different answer came out of his mouth.
“Yes.”
Dean’s heart stopped, like, completely. He kind of just stared at Cas who
stared back because Cas was not about to do damage control on that one because
that was a huge fuck up. But it turned out not to be because then Dean was
hauling him closer, cupping the sides of Cas’ face so that their lips could
meet roughly and off center but somehow still perfectly.
Castiel made a noise of surprise into the kiss, completely caught off guard.
Was this a joke? It had to be. Castiel pulled away and Dean looked flat out
scared when he did. Cas was breathing heavily as he spoke. “Okay, that’s funny,
but seriously, what kind of joke is this?” Castiel breathed out. Dean just
blinked at him.
“What are you talking about?” Dean asked, sounding completely thrown through a
loop. Castiel huffed a breath of laughter.
“You’re Dean fucking Winchester, you’ve dated just about every girl in this
school, you’re like, the most popular guy in school, you would never kiss me
unless it was for some prank,” Castiel went on. Dean clenched his jaw and
sighed.
“Cas, calm down, I’m not pranking you, I’m not joking. I just willingly tried
to kiss you but apparently you don’t want me to,” Dean sighed. Castiel just
blinked. Was Dean being serious? He sounded like he was. Was he just a good
actor?
“Why would you try to kiss me?” Cas asked dumbly, and Dean threw his hands up
in the air.
“Because I have feelings for you, alright!” he exclaimed, his words echoing in
the empty locker room.
“You have feelings for me?” Castiel questioned as though it hadn’t already been
established. Dean nodded. “You’re straight,” Castiel went on.
“And you’re wrong. I’ve had, y’know, things with guys before but I’ve kept them
secret. If anyone found out that I was dating a guy I’d be dead,” Dean
explained. Castiel sighed.
“You never even look my way, Dean.”
“I never even look your way because I’m trying to hide this stupid crush that
I’ve had on you since Sophomore year!” Dean said, and Castiel choked.
“Sophomore year?” Cas managed. Dean was blushing furiously as he nodded. “Oh my
God, you’re not even kidding,” Castiel stated. Dean glared at Cas.
“I’ve kinda been trying to tell you that,” Dean sighed. Castiel just looked at
him, dumbfounded, before he did exactly what his body was telling him to do. He
kissed him.
Cas surged forwards, slamming Dean up against the lockers and slotting their
lips together. It was Dean’s turn to make a surprised noise into the kiss, but
that surprised noise soon bled into a pleased moan as he took in the feeling of
Cas’ lips. They were everything that Dean had dreamed of like the thousand
times that he had when he was kissing someone else. Cas was on the same page,
of course because this was only his third kiss if you counted the one he had
shared with Meg Masters and the one that him and Dean had shared before their
general feelings for each other had been established. And it was the best kiss
of them all.
Soon enough, Dean was parting his lips to deepen the kiss and Cas was eagerly
letting Dean’s tongue slip past his lips not even caring about his next class
because this was so much better than any stupid fucking AP high school class
out there. Cas let out an unashamed moan at the feeling of Dean’s tongue
against his and boy did Dean have a fucking skilled tongue. He knew every sweet
spot, every place inside of Cas’ mouth that was making him melt and it was
doing just that.
Cas was already getting hard and he could feel Dean doing the same against his
leg so he instinctively rocked his hips forwards into Dean’s. Dean let out a
soft groan at the contact, rocking his hips right back into Cas’. Cas could
feel Dean’s hands that were wrapped around his waist began to travel upwards,
cupping his shoulders then the back of his neck and then running through his
hair, tugging just enough to elicit a little whimper from Castiel that Dean
savored.
Their mouths moved hotly and desperately together, their hips doing the same
until neither of them could take it and Cas pulled away, panting. “I guess you
believe me then,” Dean breathed out, looking at Cas’ lust blown eyes. Castiel
smirked, thrusting his hips forwards.
“Yeah, well your dick makes a good testament to it,” Castiel teased, and Dean
laughed a little. “You, um, wouldn’t be opposed to it if I were to suck you
off, would you?” Castiel asked so kindly and sweetly that Dean swore his heart
was going to stop again.
“Not at all,” Dean replied, and Cas smiled, pressing forwards for one last
kiss.
“Good,” was all Castiel said before he was sinking to his knees, immediately
addressing the bulge in Dean’s jeans. Cas had to admit that he was a little
nervous because he had never done this before but his extensive knowledge of
NC-17 rated fanfiction was definitely going to help him here.
Cas undid the button and zipper to Dean’s jeans, reaching in and pulling out
Dean’s dick, licking his lips at the sight. Just as imagined, Dean did have a
fucking perfect cock, thick and flushed a deep pink, precome pearling at the
head. Cas didn’t hesitate to get rid of it with a swipe of his thumb.
He gave Dean a couple strokes first before he rose up to wrap his lips around
the head. Dean let out an appreciative moan as Cas’ tongue swirled around it,
dipping in the slit and tasting the bitter precome there. Castiel slid further
down onto Dean, tonguing at the underside of his cock before pulling off
completely to lick up the underside of Dean’s cock and then lap at the head
before slipping back on, going even farther this time.
Cas knew that he could only fit so much in his mouth, so he brought a hand up
to wrap around the base of Dean’s dick, stroking whatever didn’t fit in his
mouth. Dean moaned, trying to keep his voice down but failing. He brought one
hand up to run through Cas’ hair as he tilted his head back against the
lockers. “God, just like that, Cas,” Dean praised, earning a soft moan from Cas
who worked his mouth faster at the praise.
Cas licked and lapped at whatever he could, sucking and suckling and doing
everything he could to leave Dean is shambles. Dean was raining down praises,
letting loose soft moans and groans that were making Cas even harder. And then
Castiel came to the realization that yes, he was hard and dying to come and
yes, he would very much like to do something about that.
Cas took his hand away from Dean’s cock for a moment, his mouth slowing its
motions as he undid the button and zipper to his jeans. Dean looked down when
he felt the absence of Cas’ hand and he was met with the sight of Cas, face
flushed a pretty pink, eyes wide, lips wrapped around Dean’s cock as he pulled
his own cock out of his jeans and began stroking.
“Oh, God, Cas, you’re gonna fucking kill me,” Dean groaned, the sight making
him about ten times closer to his orgasm than he already was. And he was pretty
damn close. Cas was close too. He had barely began touching himself but he knew
that it wasn’t gonna take long for him to come. Judging the way Dean was acting
he was on the same page. And sure enough, “Fuck, Cas, I'm close,” Dean choked
out eliciting a moan from Cas who was right on the edge. And a couple strokes
of his hand later he was coming, moaning loudly around Dean’s dick. Dean caught
the sight and groaned, throwing his head back against the lockers. Castiel
seemed to know just how close he was because he sucked even harder, tongued at
Dean’s cock even more until Dean was coming too, spilling himself down Cas’
throat with a rough shout.
Cas had obviously never done this before so he was expecting to choke a little
but he took himself by great surprise and actually managed to swallow
everything, not choking at all. In the back of his head he made note to make a
medal for himself and hang it up on his wall.
Cas gave a few more licks to Dean’s cock before he pulled off with a wet ‘pop’,
looking up at Dean who was still breathing heavy. Dean glanced down at him and
grinned. “Was that your first time doing that?” Dean asked, and Castiel
blushed, nodding as he tucked himself back into his jeans and boxers. He half
expected Dean to tell him it was awful but he did quite the contrary. “Fuck,
Cas, you’re a natural. That was amazing,” Dean praised as he did what Cas had
done and tucked himself back into his boxers and jeans. Castiel blushed even
more, ducking his head with a shy little smile that made Dean’s stomach flip.
“Thanks,” Castiel replied, watching Dean extend his hand. Castiel took it and
got up from his knees, face to face with Dean who was still grinning. Cas
couldn’t help but smile a little in return.
“So, since we’ve established the fact that we have feelings for each other,
maybe you’d want to go out sometime, y’know, on a date?” Dean inquired almost
shyly. Castiel smiled even wider, looking down at his feet before glancing back
up at Dean.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
End Notes
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