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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Crowley/Dean_Winchester, Crowley/Dean_Winchester, Castiel/Dean
      Winchester, Castiel/Crowley
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Castiel, Crowley_(Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Middle_Schooler_Dean, Middle_Schooler
      Castiel, High_Schooler_Crowley, Manipulation, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex,
      Competition, Prostitution, Video_Cameras, Bottom_Dean, Bottom_Cas, PWP,
      Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Nerd_Dean, Nerd_Castiel, Bully
      Crowley, probably_isn't_as_kinky_as_the_tags_make_it_seem, it's_pretty
      good_though, at_least_to_me_it_is, you_should_read_it
  Series:
      Part 1 of King_Crowley
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-21 Words: 1759
****** The Two Princes ******
by MothMeetsFlame
Summary
     "Only a year apart, Dean still thought of Cas as too young for this,
     but then again, some would think hewas too young for this as well,
     never mind that this was the only way he knew to survive. But even if
     they were caught, Dean was well aware that most people had far too
     few morals to keep themselves from using him like Crowley wanted. Him
     and Cas. They were safe as houses where they were, especially with
     Crowley there to make sure things ran smoothly."
Notes
     The King Crowley series is here! It's a HS AU with Crowley in high
     school and the boys in middle school. You can't really tell that
     they're nerds in this fic, but it's supposed to be nerd!Dean and
     nerd!Cas, which will become more prevalent in later segments. I don't
     wanna give too much away, so I'm just going to dive right into it
     from here :) Onward!
     WARNING: Contains immoral sexual relations between underage boys that
     have been highly sexualized.
Dean reached up and caught his glasses before they could fall. His forehead
glistened with sweat, and he couldn’t keep from throwing his head to the
side—almost losing his glasses again—when the fingers inside of him picked up
the pace, rubbing directly against his prostate.
His cock swelled with blood. Precome leaked from the tip and Dean opened his
mouth to beg for it just before he caught Cas’ eyes. His gaze narrowed into a
glare, animosity keeping his mouth closed, as he took in the boy's similar
position next to him.
Completely naked on the floor of the empty cafeteria, Cas’ nails left red marks
on his thighs from where he held tight to keep from stroking his own swollen
prick. Three of Crowley’s fingers disappeared inside of him and reappeared long
enough for Dean to see the glisten of lube before they were back in his ass,
making him moan.
Cas caught Dean’s stare and leveled him with a glare of his own. One that was
cut off by the both of them as twin whimpers escaped their lips.
“You're not being very nice to your BFF,” Crowley said. "Come on, boys. Kiss
and make up."
Dean bit his bottom lip and intensified his glare, but another quirk of fingers
inside of him and all thoughts of Castiel were stricken from his mind.
Dean's stomach muscles tightened, and his hips automatically began to sway into
Crowley's thrusts. Arousal pooled in his groin, his scrotum tightened, his back
arched, and he cried out, ready to come, but Crowley's fingers disappeared, and
Dean's orgasm was held off.
Glancing beside him, Dean was aware that he wasn't the only one Crowley had
stopped playing with. Cas' thighs trembled, and Dean felt a split-second of
empathy for the kid before Crowley's voice interrupted.
"When I said kiss and make up, it wasn't a figure of speech."
Dean licked his lips, hardly hesitating before closing the gap between them. He
rolled onto his knees, little cock rubbing against Cas' thigh, and stared into
the kid's eyes. Through some form of luck, Dean's glasses didn't fall, and
Castiel held his gaze long enough that Dean didn't feel bad for pressing his
lips to the boy's.
Only a year apart, Dean still thought of Cas as too young for this, but then
again, some would think he was too young for this as well, never mind that this
was the only way he knew to survive. But even if they were caught—and
completely exposed in the cafeteria while the sun was still partially up, that
was definitely a possibility—Dean was well aware that most people had far too
few morals to keep themselves from using him like Crowley wanted. Him and Cas.
They were safe as houses where they were, especially with Crowley there to make
sure things ran smoothly.
Dean kissed him again, angling his neck for a better angle. The kid's lips were
chapped, dry. It wasn't as bad as he thought though, especially after the kid
caught on and helped him put on a show.
Cas threw his arm around Dean's neck and pulled him in closer, even thrusting
up to brush his cock against Dean's. Dean moaned into the kiss, and Cas
mimicked the sound.
"That's it. Good boys."
Dean gasped as Crowley's fingers entered him again. He rocked his hips and
fucked himself on the thick digits, content even though Cas was still below
him, getting the same treatment if the sudden arch of his back was any
indication.
He focused his attention on the tingling gland that made him want to take
something bigger inside and come dry just from the stretched-full feeling in
his ass.
He could hear Cas panting beneath him, nearly silent compared to Dean's
breathless grunts and moans.
"Did I say to stop."
It wasn't a question, but neither boy answered aloud regardless. Cas surged up
and captured Dean's lips, still rutting against Dean's cock while Crowey played
with their asses.
Dean could feel his orgasm rising again, but this time Dean forced it back
down. No way he was coming first. Not this time. Opening his eyes in a glare,
Dean bit down on Cas' upper lip and licked over the sore, taunting him with a
smirk.
Crowley chuckled. "Feisty."
Dean grinned and rutted down, this time rubbing Cas' cock against his stomach,
ignoring his own until Cas finished first.
Cas never stood a chance. He cried out and raked his nails down Dean's back as
he came dry. His limbs went lax, cock twitching against Dean, and Dean could
feel the trembling in his thighs as Crowley continued to finger him, paying no
attention to his whimpers.
"Looks like Dean wins this round, Cas. Better luck next time."
Cas' blue eyes went blurry in his vision as Dean pulled away, and it took him a
moment to realize that he'd lost his glasses while he and Cas were kissing. He
reached over Cas' limp body for them and slipped them over his ears before
crawling away from him.
He grinned at Crowley, unashamed at his bareness like he'd been six months ago
when they'd started this, and kneeled in front of him expectantly.
"Don't look so pleased with yourself."
That only made him grin wider.
Crowley sighed. "Alright then. I guess you've earned it."
Dean pushed him down and unbuttoned Crowley's trousers, hardly taking the time
to pull his cock out completely before he sank down on it, taking it to the
hilt in one smooth motion. Dean gasped at the sudden fullness, how his insides
seemed to stretch open for Crowley's cock, still too tight to take him without
pain, even after all this time.
Crowley grunted when Dean began to move, but once he got used to the motion, it
was Dean's turn to grunt as Crowley held his hips and pulled him down, roughly
meeting Dean's thrusts with his own.
Dean braced himself on Crowley's chest. The thick cock striking his prostate
shot sparks of pleasure through him, and he couldn’t keep himself from moaning.
Crowley reached up with one hand, his thrusts not faltering in the slightest,
and pinched one of Dean’s nipples. Dean cried out at the pain of it, but his
cock twitched in pleasure as his prostate was pounded, and he couldn’t even
think of the words to protest when Crowley did it again.
It had been building for a while, but after holding back for so long, it was
like it came out of nowhere. One second, he was sucking in a breath of shock as
Crowley toyed with him. The next, his hips twitched and his hole spasmed and
his cock felt full and heavy and relieved all at the same time, breath unsteady
because no matter how many times he came, it always came as a bit of a shock to
him how good it could feel.
But for all of that, Dean didn't stop moving. He lifted his hips and dropped
them down again, riding Crowley’s cock in earnest. His hole clenched
repeatedly, every brush of his prostate reigniting his orgasm and making him
moan.
With a final grunt, Crowley pulled his hips down so their thighs were flush
together, his cock lodged deep inside Dean’s channel as he came. Dean felt it,
felt every inch of Crowley’s cock in those few seconds, and the come shooting
inside of him made the experience that much better.
Crowley’s grip loosened from his hips, and he rolled off of Crowley to lay back
on the floor for a while, loving how light his body felt. He was almost giddy.
He’d never gotten Crowley off so fast in the months they’d been doing this, and
he was sure that Cas wouldn’t be able to do as well as he had.
Happy thoughts of Cas’ face when Dean taunted him with the fact that it was his
ass full of come were cut off by a deep voice echoing through the near-empty
room.
“What do you think you’re doing in here?”
A smile flitted across Crowley’s face, disappearing until only a hint of
amusement was left. “Playing poker. Wanna join?”
Dean parted his lidded eyes in curiosity. The school janitor stood in the
doorway to the cafeteria, brow creased in confusion at the sight of them, but
Dean wasn’t really worried. Crowley would take care of it.
Dean smiled lazily at the janitor, completely at ease after his recent orgasm,
and stretched himself out on the floor, showing off his sweat-covered body,
even turning to the side so the man could get a good look at Dean’s fucked-open
hole. His eyes raked over Dean’s body, pupils dilating with lust when they
caught sight of the come dripping from him. Dean was more than familiar with
the look.
“Why are you boys here?” the janitor repeated. “School’s not in session. You
shouldn’t—”
“Cas, shut him up,” Crowley cut him off.
Cas grinned.
The man stumbled. “I- I don’t…”
“Bumbling idiot,” Crowley muttered.
Dean watched as Cas climbed shakily to his feet, making his way toward the man.
Cas took him by the hand and pulled him further inside, a small smile playing
on his lips. Dean could already make out the tent of the man’s crotch, and he
smiled at the thought of going another round.
“Why don’t you join Cas in entertaining our little friend there? I have some
business to take care of.”
Dean nodded and made his way over to the janitor where Cas was having some
trouble removing his coveralls. Once the man was naked beneath them, they went
to work, practically fighting over the man’s cock until Dean diplomatically
allowed Cas the honor of going first in favor of guiding the man’s fingers into
his come-slick hole and riding his hand.
A small red light caught his attention, and he smiled in its direction, knowing
just what “business” Crowley had taken care of.
Leverage, Crowley had taught him. Just needed a little leverage and anyone
would get down on their knees for them. Dean was living proof of that. He
wasn’t sure what leverage Crowley had on Cas, but he was sure the kid was just
as indebted to Crowley as he was.
Not that he didn’t immensely enjoy these activities.
Dean moaned as the man’s fingers brushed his prostate, and he knew that every
noise would be caught on video for Crowley to play back to him later when he
took another turn with his ass.
 
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