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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester, Castiel/Jimmy_Novak, Castiel/Jimmy_Novak/Dean
      Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Student_Castiel, Student_Jimmy, Teacher_Dean,
      Student/Teacher_relationships, Twincest, Threesome, Some_angst, Explicit
      Sexual_Content, Fluffy_Ending, Long_Threeshot, Basically_lots_of_porn
      with_a_smidge_of_plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-19 Completed: 2014-03-11 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 23184
****** Two is Sexier ******
by maraudersgirl47
Summary
     Jimmy and Castiel Novak are their high school’s only set of twins.
     Their dynamic relationship of never wandering too far from the
     other’s side always has everyone talking about them. Vicious rumors
     that teenagers create to enhance their own sense of power trail
     around after the two boys. Neither of them mind, they laugh along,
     add in their own crass jokes and their indifference shot them into
     popularity. The secret smiles they share say so much more than anyone
     ever realized. It’s simple really; all the rumors are true, tame in
     fact to what really happens behind closed doors. And their new
     history teacher is about to discover the extent of it.
Notes
     Wrote this a few months ago - it was pretty much a practice in smut
     writing and then became only slightly plot-lined.
***** The Classroom *****
Dean Winchester was elated at the chance to fill a temporary teaching position
out in California. He received the call from an agency stating that their
current History Professor was leaving on a short sabbatical and they would be
delighted if he was interested to fill in.
Never ending sunlight, long stretching beaches, great food, and the chance of
seeing his baby brother more often; Hell yeah he was in!
He hit the road the day after he received the call, packing the trunk and
backseat of his faithful ‘67 Chevy Impala with his necessary possessions and
contacting sufficient people to secure himself a furnished rental apartment
which happened to be in a prime location to everything he needed.
California was fantastic. Dean always liked the environment when he went to
visit Sammy at Stanford, and now he could revel in the fact that he could call
it home for the next three months.
Sam met Dean at his new residence, taking the day off school (much to Dean’s
chagrin that his genius brother was missing classes), to help him move his few
belongings in.
Dean liked the place. The building was relatively new and his portion of it was
located on the fourth floor. It wasn’t overly large, definitely a comfortable
size for an individual, and Dean was pleased that he wouldn’t have to put much
effort into upkeep.
Dean settled in easily, the familiar face of his little brother to help. The
two of them went out for dinner that night, Sam taking him to one of the nicer
restaurants along the coastline. The two of them talked the night away, drinks
in their hands and a pizza between them.
Dean’s grin didn’t falter the entire time.
-
The school wasn’t overly different to any of the others Dean had worked at over
the few years he’d been qualified. Maybe slightly larger in scale and populace,
but asides from that, it was a familiar setting for him. The crowded staff room
before the first bell of the day, teenagers scrambling around from lockers, to
the yard, to classroom doors, and the insistent tolling of the bell at certain
intervals. It was all comparable.
Dean preferred to move around, he’d never stayed at one institution for more
than a school year. He favored to mix it up. Continuously meet new people,
teach different eager (or not so eager) young minds, and enjoy the pleasures of
different states. Dean was generally popular with the students, his somewhat
younger age seeming to put them at ease more often, and his good looks at least
getting most of the girls to pay attention.
The classroom that he was shown to was much like any other; the rows of desks
and chairs facing his own new desk, maps and posters centering on historical
events lining the walls and covering most of the windows, the projector
attached to the roof with a matching screen that could be pulled down over the
blackboard when needed.
The desk had been cleared of all the general teacher’s possessions, leaving
empty draw space for Dean to dump the minimal amount of supplies he tended to
bring with him. It was wide enough for him to set his laptop up near one end
and spread out any papers, books or notes he’d need on the other.
When he was left to his own devices Dean looked around the still void room with
contentment. This establishment was defiantly one of the nicer place’s he’d had
the opportunity to work at. The staff he’d met so far seemed pleasant and
welcoming, another plus. Now the only remaining question was what problems
would the students pose.
Dean only had three classes to run on a Tuesday, and he decided to make the
first day easy. Not wanting to give the impression that he was some kind of
tyrant. 
His first two ran smoothly, both freshmen classes, only a few of them seemed
put out that there was a new teacher, the rest appeared generally excited for
the change up. He kept it simple, doing something that he commonly did with any
new group, going around the room and asking everyone to state what fascinated
them most about the subject. He told them all to be honest, and that if it was
the thought of an easy grade that had them in these seats to tell him straight;
the comment managed to earn him a resounding chuckle both times.
There was only one class to go after lunch, junior level; he’d have to get back
into the habit of adjusting his teaching difficulty half way through a day.
The class was filing in as the bell rang, most eyes curiously running over
Dean’s form leaning casually against the front of the desk. He smiled at anyone
who met his eye and watched as the few girls exchanged meaningful glances with
one another.
He waited patiently for everyone to be seated before he started, “Most of you
are probably aware that Mrs. Jeffery’s had planned for vacation half way
through the year, so she’s currently off on some tropical island and you lot
are stuck with me for the next few months.” Dean smiled, “Dean Winchester,”
Dean motioned to where he had his name scrawled on the blackboard, “Mr.
Winchester, Dean, Sir, I’ll even respond to ‘hey you’, whatever you wish to
call me is fine.”
Dean leaned back on his desk and pulled forward the class list, “You know the
drill, attendance first,” He prattled off the names, receiving the usual
mixture of responses, everything from ‘here Sir’ to the minimal grunt of
acknowledgement. “Novak, C - Cas -,” Dean was generally pretty good with names,
not many stumped him with pronunciation but every known and then there was a
curveball.
“Castiel, Sir,” A steady voice spoke up at Dean’s stumble.
Dean flicked his eyes up to a boy seated in the second row, slouched contently
in his seat, prominent messy black hair, top few buttons of his shirt lazily
undone, and blue eyes focused in Dean’s direction.
“Castiel,” Dean repeated the syllables, “That you then?”
The dark haired boy smirked and shook his head slightly.
“No, it’s me.”
Dean glanced over for the source of the second voice, deeper than the first,
and didn’t manage to quite hide the double take his eyes did. A couple of the
kids laughed at the motion.
In the front row sat Castiel, exactly identical to his obvious brother who had
stated his name. Bright eyes also trained firmly onto Dean, a small grin along
the line of his mouth when Dean nodded.
Dean cleared his throat and looked back down at his list, “So that would make
you James?” He asked towards the first boy.
“I prefer Jimmy,” he said, his smirk not vacating his features.
Twins. Dean wasn’t particularity fond of them when they were in classes
together. Most that he’d come across generally had a penchant for trouble.
Hopefully these two wouldn’t be the type. Dean didn’t want to admit that he was
probably kidding himself, especially when Jimmy’s eyes didn’t flicker away and
his smirk remained firmly in place as Dean continued without hindrance down the
rest of the roll.
-
Dean’s first week flew by in a breeze. It was Friday afternoon, last class of
the day, before he’d had time to catch his breath. Sam had contacted him almost
every day, ensuring that he was still enjoying his new place, liking the
school, etcetera. If Dean didn’t know better he’d think his little brother was
worried he was going to disappear on him.
Friday’s final class was once again, what he had dubbed in his head, the Novak
class. Castiel and Jimmy were definitely the groups’ outstanding features.
Jimmy always made a point of being heard throughout lessons, enticing his
brother to join in. They were popular, attractive (not that Dean thought that),
flirtatious, well spoken and intelligent. It didn’t take a genius to work out
why they had a following.
Even other staff members would mention them, particularly how well they were
doing in class, even though their behavior could sometimes be improved. Mrs.
O’Neil, an elderly woman who taught Home Ec. and who was definitely the largest
gossip within the staffroom, made a point of telling Dean that he shouldn’t
believe any of the rumors that the students spread about the two boys, “Kids
these days, tell nothing but lies about each other, you know?” as she tried to
dig as much personal information out of Dean as possible.
Dean hadn’t heard any of the supposed rumors that the old woman had mentioned,
but his natural curiosity had him wondering what they were.
The last bell of the day rang and there was the usual scrape of chairs and
scramble of hands as everyone hurriedly packed up their belongings. Most of
them threw Dean a small wave or a ‘see you later Winchester’, as they trundled
out the door.
“Don’t forget to finish reading the chapter on Rome out of your textbooks!”
Dean called to retreating backs.
When he turned back into the room to pick up his bag Dean was surprised to
still see one of the seats occupied. “No big plans for the weekend Jimmy?” Dean
asked as he fiddled with the papers on his desk, stacking them into a messy
pile.
“A few,” Jimmy replied casually, standing up and ambling towards Dean’s desk.
He leant on his palms as he reached it, “I just wanted to speak to you
quickly.”
“Shoot,” Dean said, attempting to ignore the way Jimmy was pointedly watching
him from under his eyelids. Man the kid was a flirt, it didn’t seem to matter
who he was speaking to.
“About my brother,” Jimmy continued, fiddling with a pen that had been lying
beside Dean’s laptop, “He’s having trouble with some of the coursework, you
see, and I was wondering if you’d be able to help him out?”
Dean raised his eyebrows, he knew Castiel was practically a genius, both boys
were, he found it hard to believe that either one was struggling. Glancing up
at the boy in front of him Dean didn’t state his exact thoughts, “Castiel
couldn’t ask me this himself?”
Jimmy bit at his lip, smiling a little, “Cassie’s shy, about some things. I
tried explaining it to him but I think he’d grasp the concept better if it came
from someone else. I’m his big brother it’s my job to look out for him, you
know?”
Dean chuckled, “Big brother, by how many minutes?”
Jimmy shrugged, “Six or seven.”
Dean didn’t hide his grin at the kid’s obvious pretentiousness, “Of course I’ll
help him. Tell him to come see me after school on Monday.”
Jimmy smiled widely, “Thank you, Sir. It’s greatly appreciated, of course.”
Dean nodded, keeping his eyes trained on his desk as Jimmy sauntered out of the
room.
Dean wasn’t aware that Castiel was standing just outside the classroom door
waiting for his brother. He didn’t see Jimmy’s smile turn into a smirk as he
winked at Castiel with confidence, didn’t notice as the two boys high fived
each other with ease. No one was around to see them clutch at each other
playfully in the deserted corridor, or see the quick peck of lips Jimmy placed
under his brother’s jaw.
“We’re in,” Jimmy murmured into Castiel’s ear, before he grasped his brother’s
hand and pulled him jogging down the hallway.
-
Dean wasn’t having a good day. It had started bad and progressively worsened.
The one downside of being a high school teacher; having to deal with hormonal
teenagers.
Three girls managed to get themselves into a bitch fight. They threw punches at
each other, clawed at each other, pulled hair, yelled and screamed and Dean was
the first teacher to witness it. He spent the better half of his morning off
discussing with the principal the behavior of the girls in question, then had
to be polite and listen to one of them sob how none of it was her fault.
It was when Dean went to do the right thing, going to check on one of the other
girls who seemed to come off a little worse for wear and was still in the
nurse’s room, that he heard the injured girl talking with some friends. He
didn’t mean to eavesdrop, he really didn’t, but it was the hushed tones that
had him intrigued and the drop of a name that had him transfixed.
“You know what I heard? That Jimmy fucked his brother out behind the gym shed
on the weekend.”
Dean paused in the hallway, stuck between opening the door and wanting to
continue listening. It wasn’t what he thought. Couldn’t possibly be what he
thought. He’d caught a snippet of a conversation, out of context, it was
nothing.
“That’s nothing new. I mean, they’ve been at it everywhere. They’re the Novak
twins. You know that’s why they don’t date right? Because they’re too busy
screwing each other’s brains out.”
There was a resonance of muffled giggling and Dean knew he should announce
himself, push the door open, or cough, anything to stop the stream of words he
was listening to.
“Alastair swears he saw them once, one of them all spread out for the other on
the floor of the art room. He says that one of them was screaming the other’s
name as -”
Dean turned on his heel and swiftly walked back the way he’d come. Picking up
his pace even more as unbidden images began tugging at his mind. That’s what
that stupid old woman had been talking about last week. Thosewere the rumors!
That’s what people said!
Dean was shocked, what could possibly make people create such disturbing lies
about someone. He knew kids could be cruel, but this was just a whole new
level, it was perverted.
Castiel and Jimmy were brothers, twins, that fact alone would mean that they
would be close. It gave no one the right to insinuate any form of such
degrading crap.
-
Classes were rowdy for the remainder of the day, everyone drawing gossip from
the fight that had occurred and ranking it more important than anything that
Dean had to teach them. He was stuck with freshmen for the afternoon and
resorted to putting a film on, saving himself from pointlessly talking to a
bunch of people who clearly weren’t paying attention.
Dean tried to concentrate on the film as well. It was some documentary about
the rise of the Catholic Church in Europe and he’d seen it a million times. It
definitely wasn’t enough to keep his mind entertained. His mind that seemed to
have quickly developed a habit of not listening to common sense. He tried, but
simply couldn’t, stop the images that wanted to meld there way under his skin.
The images of identical boys, wrapped around one another, sweaty, clingy, as
they took turns bringing each other to pleasure. Messy black hair sticking
everywhere, long lithe limbs twirled around another’s, pouting lips latching
onto an identical set.
God, it was wrong. Dean wanted to hit himself for even entertaining the
ludicrous idea, especiallywhen he was still seated at the back of a full
classroom. But he just couldn’t help himself and nothing was a good enough
deterrent.
The end of the day rolled around, Dean felt exhausted, the beginnings of a
migraine tugging at his mind and it was only Monday.
Dean was in half a mind to tell Castiel that he couldn’t help him out tonight,
move what Dean presumed would turn into a lengthy study session to tomorrow
afternoon. He had his polite speech formed and ready on his tongue but not even
the first word made it past his lips when the kid knocked hesitantly on the
classroom door.
Castiel appeared nervous as he stuck his head into the room, eyes seeking out
Dean, a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth when he saw him seated behind
his desk and Dean couldn’t bring himself to turn him away. It wasn’t the boys
fault that Dean was having issues controlling his dick; he had to pull himself
together.
Dean smiled over at him, motioning for Castiel to come in.
Castiel walked in slowly, watching as Dean stood and dragged him over a chair
placing it near his desk. Glancing at him curiously Dean figured maybe Jimmy
had been accurate in his statement on Friday and Castiel was shy. Maybe it only
showed when he wasn’t by his brother’s side.
Dean attempted to push any thoughts of what he’d heard that morning firmly out
of his mind. The image of Jimmy and Castiel next to one another was not
something that Dean was going to be dwelling on. At all. Especially in either
of the boys presence.
“Thank you for agreeing to see me Mr. Winchester,” Castiel said in his rich
tone as he took the seat Dean had placed for him.
Dean waved him off, not allowing his grin to falter, “It’s no worries, kid,
seriously. Anything you need, all you have to do is ask.”
Castiel smiled at him more confidently after that. Pulling out his books and
showing Dean what he was having problems with.
Time ticked by quickly. Cas was undoubtedly smart. And he was funny. And sweet.
Dean was literally having an enjoyable time sitting with him and going over
some of the course work. However their conversation did tend to drift to topics
much more interesting and Dean would have to put it back on track. But it was
just so easy to talk to the boy.
He discovered that Cas was a big reader, he loved all things literature and art
and he seemed thoroughly curious when Dean started prattling on about his
favorite films.
He was articulate in everything he said and Dean couldn’t help but hang on to
his every word. He had the habit of speaking beyond his years.
And heaven help him Dean couldn’t deny that he was attractive. Both he and
Jimmy were obviously, considering there was scarcely a difference between them.
The defined cheekbones and jaw lines, the dark messy hair, lithe runner’s
bodies, complete with the luminous blue eyes. Dean couldn’t explain why but he
was sure Cas’ shined just that fraction brighter.
Dean was surprised when he looked up to see Jimmy standing at the door. Dean
glanced at his watch and realized it really was starting to get late and
Jimmy’s appearance shouldn’t have been a shock at all.
Dean flipped close the book he had been reading out of, causing Cas to stop
talking mid stream. He glanced over his shoulder and spotted his brother
leaning casually in the doorway. Dean furrowed his brow in confusion when Cas
didn’t make any attempt to put away his things and Jimmy walked further into
the room.
“Having fun?” Jimmy asked casually, running his hands through the top of Cas’
hair as he passed him.
Dean looked away from the motion, words that he’d heard earlier suddenly
attempting to push themselves back to the forefront of Dean’s mind.
“Yeah,” Cas responded, looking up at his brother, “Mr. Winchester is an
excellent teacher.”
Both boys grinned at one another and Dean was relatively sure that he was
missing some kind of private joke. Dean stood up and started rearranging all
his belongings, closing his laptop and placing it in his bag, “Well, the two of
you should start heading home.”
Dean glanced up again, flicking his eyes back and forth between the two
identical boys, as neither of them made any attempt to leave.
Jimmy perched himself on the edge of Dean’s desk, “Actually, there was just one
more thing we were hoping to talk to you about.”
Dean’s eyebrows raised as the brothers exchanged another look.
Cas turned to look back at Dean, his blue eyes wide and innocent once more, “We
were wondering if you could possibly help us out in another area.”
Dean was about to respond that anything the boys needed he was happy to assist
with, or make arrangements for someone else to, but Jimmy cut him off, “You’re
very attractive, Mr. Winchester,” his eyes pointedly travelling along Dean’s
form.
A blush tinted at Dean’s cheeks immediately, “Jimmy, that is hardly an
appropriate – you shouldn’t – what is it the two of you want?” Dean began to
feel his patience slipping away. It had been a very long day, he wanted nothing
more than to go home, kick his feet up and unwind, he didn’t need inappropriate
comments from the Novak brothers.
“You can relax Winchester. There’s no one around, everyone’s gone home. We have
time.”
“Time for what?” Dean automatically spluttered out.
Jimmy grinned, “You see Cassie agrees with me, and we got to talking the other
night, and he decided that he would very much like it if you bent him over your
desk and fucked him.” Jimmy paused briefly, “And I’d like to watch.”
The papers Dean had still been shuffling with dropped out of his hand. His
mouth fell open and his eyes went wide, once again flicking between the two
boys, both of whom had very serious expressions on their faces.
“You can’t just – what – I don’t – I’m not -,” Dean began stuttering, “Whatever
the two of you are playing at, I want no part in it. Now get out.”
Neither boy looked fazed at Dean’s attempt to get rid of them; Cas did however
stand up and walk around to the same side of the desk Dean was on.
Standing next to him, Cas gazed up with those wide eyes that Dean was now
relatively sure had nothing innocent hidden in them.
It was all an act. The whole thing. The needing help, the playing sweet, they
merely wanted Dean alone.
“Dean,” Cas said up to him. It was the first time he’d used Dean’s first name
and Dean was trying really hard not to enjoy the sound coming from that deep
voice.
“Leave,” Dean reiterated, but he didn’t move away from Cas, his feet refusing
to take that one very necessary step back.
“You don’t mean that,” Cas stated confidently, “If it’s hurting me you’re
worried about, don’t be. I take Jimmy’s cock practically every day.”
Dean blanched at the comment and he heard Jimmy chuckle, “Every thought running
through your mind right now Dean, about the two of us, probably true.” Dean
seemed to have lost the ability to speak as Jimmy continued, “If I know my
little brother, and I do,I can guarantee you he’s already stretched for you. A
plug keeping his hole wide open, slicked and ready, just waiting to take your
cock.”
Dean’s throat went dry, his hands shaky.
“Dean,” Cas said again and Dean made the mistake of looking back down at him,
getting trapped instantly in those cavernous eyes. “You’re thinking too much.”
Dean finally found his voice, “No, Cas! No, either of you! Now leave before I
decide to -,”
“Decide to what?” Jimmy cut him off, chuckling, “Tell on us? Or give in to us?”
Cas reached a hand forward and placed it gently on Dean’s shoulder, “If you
don’t want this, you can tell me to stop.”
Dean didn’t have time to do much of anything before Cas leaned up and sealed
his lips firmly against his own.
Dean’s first instinct was, of course, to panic.
He was kissing a student! An underagestudent! A freaking kid! If anyone were to
walk in right now his ass would be thrown into jail at top speed.
But then he felt Cas’ lips begin to move, followed by the swipe of a tongue
along his bottom lip, and his panic turned swiftly into lust.
He knew jail definitely wasn’t going to be enough; he was going to Hell.
Cas realized the moment that Dean began to fold and he latched on tighter,
bringing both hands up to clasp around the back of Dean’s neck, holding him in
place as Cas moved forward to line their bodies up.
Dean tried so hard not to let his moan escape him, but Cas heard it, and the
little fucker smiled against Dean’s lips.
Dean jumped when he felt the second set of hands slipping from behind him
around his waist, but Cas held him tight enough so he didn’t pull back, Jimmy’s
mouth came to rest beside Dean’s ear, “So maybe I don’t justwant to watch.”
Jimmy snaked his hands around Dean’s front boldly, trailing them down pointedly
to the front of Dean’s pants, squeezing lightly at what was quickly turning
into a prominent bulge, “Admit it, Winchester, this is so much more fun.”
Dean finally managed to tear his mouth away, his mind whirling, his breathing
ragged, “You’re both sixteen,” were the only words Dean managed to choke out.
“Almost seventeen,” Jimmy stated casually, his hands still working slowly at
Dean through his trousers.
Cas leaned his head back in towards Dean’s, more slowly this time, pausing
before they touched. He bit at his lip softly; he looked nervous again, “Dean.
Please.”
Dean snapped.
His hands reached forward to grab at Cas’ slim waist and pull him firmly back
in, he held him there tightly, fisting his hands into the back of Cas’ rumpled
t shirt, as Cas sealed their lips back together hungrily.
Dean groaned audibly as Cas worked his tongue determinedly past Dean’s lips and
into his mouth, twirling it with Dean’s own messily.
Dean tightened his grip on Cas’ waist and, much to Cas’ initial surprise,
lifted the boy to sit on the edge of his desk. It took Cas only a second to
catch up, wrapping his legs around Dean’s hips and dragging him in.
Jimmy ceased his ministrations on Dean’s almost fully hard cock, moving his
hands skillfully to work the buttons on Dean’s shirt open. Dean felt Jimmy lean
in closer so he could reach with ease, and he felt the hard press of Jimmy’s
firm dick against his ass.
Inspired, Dean ran his hands down Cas’ chest, stopping to grip at the hem of
his t shirt and pull the material over his head.
Cas’ body was ideal. He was thin, but not tooskinny, light muscle rippling
around his abdomen and arms. Dean wasn’t quite sure where his hesitation had
disappeared to as he easily dragged his hands over Cas’ bare torso, marveling
at the supple skin beneath his palms.
Dean broke his lips away from Cas’ once more, moving to press a trail down Cas’
neck. Cas immediately leaned to the side to give Dean more room, his hand
coming up to fist tightly in Dean’s hair as the older man began to lick and
bite at him.
When Cas moaned it was pornographic, the sound vibrating through Dean where the
two of them were connected.
Dean pulled away; he had to catch his breath. His mind instantly rolled into
turmoil as soon as he lost the solid feel of Cas pressed against him. He
couldn’t possibly be doing this. What the hell was he playing at! He had a half
undressed student on his desk before him, looking completely debauched. He had
another flitting around behind him, probably looking the same level of sin.
Dean had to stop this. He had to get out, and now!
All thoughts of leaving began slipping away just as swiftly as they had arrived
when he felt Jimmy pull his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. The
thoughts had practically disintegrated into nothing when he felt the boy lean
up to lick at the back of his neck, pressing slow open mouthed kisses to the
top of his spine.
Dean shivered at the sensation.
Cas reached his hands forward to run them over Dean’s now bare chest. Taking
his time. Dean couldn’t help but watch his sure movements. Cas twirled his
fingers pointedly over the black ink that had adorned one of Dean’s collarbones
since he was a teenager.
“You have a tattoo,” Cas stated, a small smile gracing his lips. Dean nodded.
Jimmy moved around Dean’s side so he could see where his brother was
indicating.
“Sexy,” Jimmy mumbled into Dean’s skin as he kissed at the side of his neck. “A
sun?”
“Some protection symbol, me and my brother got them when we were younger,
thought they looked cool.” Cas leaned forward to quickly press his lips to the
black outline at Dean’s words, when he reclined back his smile was wider.
Without dislodging Jimmy, Dean managed to incline after him and recapture Cas’
mouth. It had been barely minutes, and he was already craving the feel of the
boys lips under his own. This time he fisted a hand into Cas’ untidy hair,
tilting his head to exactly where he wanted it and taking what he sought.
Cas groaned under the forceful attention. He wound his hands forward, slipping
his fingers into the waistband of Dean’s pants and pulled him closer. Cas moved
his hands to rest on the buckle of Dean’s belt, shifting his fingers he begin
unlatching the strip of leather.
Dean unhooked his hands from Cas’ body and placed them over Cas’ own, stilling
the boy’s actions.
Dean’s mind regained the minimal amount of composure it needed to resume his
internal war. Making out was one thing. Physically having sex of anykind was
another.
Dean knew this was wrong, Cas and Jimmy were both underage, it did not matter
that they were the ones who started this. It didn’t matter that Dean wasn’t
using any kind of force or that he would never have pursued this without
instigation. He was still supposed to be the responsible one. He was meant to
be the one sensible enough to say no. Therefore he was still the one taking
advantage.
“Don’t worry Winchester. My brother’s a right little slut. He loves being
filled with cock. At all ends. He craves it.” Jimmy whispered the words into
Dean’s ear at his hesitance and they were stronger than any seduction.
Cas looked up into Dean’s blown black eyes, seeking his permission.
Dean let his eyes slip shut as he took a deep breath, knowing full well that he
was signing something worse than a death sentence, and nodded.
Cas eagerly unhooked, unbuttoned and unzipped Dean’s pants after that. Pushing
them, as well as Dean’s boxers, quickly over his hips and down his legs as if
he was afraid Dean would change his mind.
Dean’s achingly hard cock gave a relieved twitch as it sprung free of its
confines.
Cas reclined back on Dean’s desk, letting his eyes trail completely over Dean’s
unclothed form, his eyes glinting at his prize.
Jimmy removed his eyes from Dean to glance over at his sprawled out brother, he
leaned back close to Dean’s ear, smirking, “If you don’t finish stripping him
Winchester, I will.”
Dean took encouragement from Cas’ shining eyes and didn’t hesitate to unfasten
Cas’ jeans, lifting Cas’ hips off the desk so he could drag the tight denim out
of the way.
Cas was gorgeous all laid out. His unblemished limbs seemed to travel for miles
and his hard cock, stretching towards his stomach, which was steadily leaking
pre cum, was incredibly enticing. Dean couldn’t help but be surprised when he
saw the base of a plug clearly disappearing into Cas’ hole. Jimmy hadn’t been
lying. Cas was stretched.
Dean chose to ignore the fact that the two brothers clearly had this evening
well planned.
Dean wrapped his hand around Cas’ dripping cock tightly; the new sensation of
pressure had Cas’ head dropping back onto Dean’s desk with a thud. His
breathing became more labored and his hands slipped from Dean’s sweat slick
skin.
Dean stroked him slowly, twisting near the head every few lengths, and reveling
in the way Cas was quickly writhing against the wood. The older man shouldn’t
have been shocked when Jimmy seemed to produce a small tube of lube out of thin
air, but he couldn’t help to roll his eyes.
Releasing Cas’ cock, much to Cas’ annoyance, Dean took the lube from Jimmy and
popped the cap, squeezing a portion of it onto his fingers and moving to rub
them over his own length.
Jimmy moved forward, briefly taking Dean’s vacated position he replaced Dean’s
hand with his own and resumed stroking his brother. Cas moaned at the sensation
of the familiar hand, a contented sigh falling past his lips, and Jimmy
carefully worked his other hand under him seeking the base of the plug.
Dean watched, transfixed at the sight before him, as Jimmy teasingly moved the
toy around inside his brother. Pushing it further in, pulling it back, and
repeating the motion. The actions causing a litany of moans to tear from Cas’
wrecked mouth.
Cas groaned with loss when Jimmy finally removed the toy completely. Jimmy
smiled down at him, leaning over his brother’s spread out body, and shutting
him up by kissing him fiercely.
The two boys lapped at each other with practiced ease, tongues twirling
messily, hands clutching at each other.
Jimmy was smirking when he pulled back, brushing his fingers through Cas’ hair
playfully when his brother tried to chase his lips, “Calm down Cassie,” Jimmy
murmured, glancing over his shoulder, “You don’t want to push Dean over the
edge before he’s opening you up.”
Dean snapped his mouth shut when he realized it had fallen open. God they were
hot.
Cas’ eyes locked back onto Dean’s and he spread his legs wider, reaching his
arms out to drag him back in.
Dean moved easily back between Cas’ legs, he really couldn’t think of anywhere
else he’d rather be in that moment. One of Cas’ hands grasped at his own and
their fingers locked together. Dean went to move his other hand down to Cas’
dripping hole but Jimmy caught his wrist gently, “He doesn’t need it.”
Dean waited for Cas to nod to him before he retracted his hand, lining his cock
up instead and slowly, inch by inch, pushed his way in.  
Cas was wonderfully tight. The amount of preparation and slick easing Dean’s
way did not diminish the incredible feeling of being enveloped by Cas’ greedy
hole. Cas dug his fingers into Dean’s hand tightly as Dean continued to take it
slow. Cas’ other hand scrambling for purchase against the timber of Dean’s desk
as he struggled to keep a lid on the pleasure coursing through him.
Dean took a deep breath when he bottomed out inside Cas. Took a moment to
regain what little composure he had left as he watched and felt Cas adjust to
the size of him.
Cas smiled blissfully up at Dean when all notions of pain subsided into
complete pleasure.
“Don’t move yet,” Jimmy commanded from behind Dean.
Dean glanced carefully over his shoulder, eyes seeking the other boy, and
watched as Jimmy finished off removing the items of clothing from the lower
half of his body. The marginally older boy padded his way around to the front
of Dean’s desk. Dean could see the tip of his equally hard cock edging out from
underneath his shirt as he lifted himself to sit beside his brother’s head.
“Hurry up, Jimmy,” Cas ground out. Dean could feel the muscles in the boy’s
legs beginning to spasm from the effort he was putting into remaining still,
and he stroked the sides of them lightly.
Dean’s eyes widened for another time as Jimmy chuckled, throwing a leg over so
he sat facing Dean, straddling his brothers’ face. Jimmy winked at Dean
pointedly as he carefully lowered himself down, allowing his cock to slowly
slip past Cas’ gaping lips.
Dean felt his dick give a painful jolt as he watched Jimmy’s cock easily begin
to disappear, Cas’ throat convulsing as he sucked his brother down. Dean only
remembered that he was supposed to be moving when Cas gave a sharp tug to his
hand.
Dean placed both his hands firmly on Cas’ hips, probably holding tight enough
to leave marks but he didn’t care, and steadily began to draw back out.
Dean set the pace. Their joint tempo growing faster as all three of them began
to lose themselves. Dean pounding wetly into Cas’ clenching hole, Cas managing
to deep throat his brother at the same time, Jimmy holding himself above Cas
carefully, his head thrown back in ecstasy
There was no way Dean was going to last long. He had two, identical, perfect,
sexy, beautiful boys before him. Both performing acts that in a number of ways
weren’t legal. And Dean was so totally gone.
Cas came first. The moment Dean moved his hand to start pumping him and his
body went rigid, cum spurting steadily from his cock, covering Dean’s hand and
Cas’ chest. Dean was next, everything he was seeing, everything he was feeling,
and he didn’t have time to prepare himself before his orgasm tore through him.
Cas clung to Jimmy’s legs, ensuring his brother didn’t move away before he
poured his seed down Cas’ eagerly waiting throat.
The sight of that, Cas flawlessly drinking down his brother’s cum, even after
he was spent, if it were possible would have had Dean tipping over the edge
again.
Dean pulled out of Cas carefully, the tight feel of Cas’ contracting hole
against his now flaccid cock was a mixture of continuing pleasure and
discomfort. Jimmy moved away from Cas on shaky legs, leaning down to press a
chaste kiss against his brothers lips before pulling him to sit upright.
Cas smiled at his brother softly, the post sex haze evident in his eyes, before
turning his gaze back to Dean.
Dean smiled hesitantly back at the boy, thoughts were beginning to weave their
way back into his mind and he didn’t want to consider most of them. Cas managed
to solve that problem for at least a few more minutes. He pulled himself to the
edge of Dean’s desk, legs hanging loosely over the side, reached for Dean’s
cooling body, and dragged him back, resealing their lips together.
-
When Dean eventually stumbled into his home that night his mind and emotions
were in turmoil.
He didn’t have a clue what to think.
One minute he was completely disgusted with himself. The next he couldn’t shake
the feeling of either Novak boy pressed somehow against him and how incredible
that had been.
Dean remained under the spray of his shower longer than usual. A vicious
torrent of shame plagued at his mind while his dick was trying to convince him
he was ready for another round.
As he climbed into bed, exhausted, confused, terrified, Dean couldn’t stop
himself. His hand snaked down to curl around his once again painfully hard
erection. Images of that evening quickly sprung to his mind. Cas lain out on
his desk, completely wanting him. Jimmy’s cock disappearing between Cas’ full
lips. The feel of Cas pressed against him so perfectly.
His breath turned labored, his hips stuttering into his hand, his cock
twitching eagerly and Dean was coming into his palm in record time. The sticky
feel of his seed seeping out to cover him and his bed sheets.
Dean couldn’t be bothered moving to clean up. His mind and body both shutting
down on him. There was only one thought still prominently racing around Dean’s
mind as he dropped into unconsciousness.
He was so completely, and utterly, fucked.
***** The Novak House *****
Dean entered the school yard on shaky legs the next morning. He felt dirty,
watched, as if he had some neon sign attached to his head that said ‘look at
me! I broke the law yesterday!’
Teaching was difficult. His mind seemed determined to wander to events that he
certainly didn’t want, couldn’t, be thinking about. He spent most of the class
time wandering around the room, in between the student’s desks, and staying
firmly away from his own. 
Whenever he did need to approach his desk for something, images of Cas spread
out, naked, leaking, sprang to the front of his mind and he’d have to refrain
from pressing a hand to his cock that would twitch with interest.
Dean wasn’t looking forward to the Novak class that afternoon.
It had been precisely a week since he first laid eyes on the two brothers who
had decided that they wanted to torture him and Dean was sincerely hoping that
maybe they’d be away that afternoon. Just to give him some sort of reprieve.
He wasn’t that lucky of course.
Jimmy wandered in with his usual swagger, Cas a couple of paces behind him, and
they took their usual seats towards the front. Neither boy looking in Dean’s
direction more than anyone else; Dean didn’t know if that made him more nervous
or less.
Taking a deep breath, and once again moving pointedly away from his desk, he
started the lesson.
Everyone went to work with the usual bustle after Dean finished speaking his
instructions. Chatter immediately rising as people leant over to engage friends
in conversation. Dean let them.
Because Dean figured he’d look like an idiot if he continued to wander around
and around the room pointlessly for the next forty minutes he gingerly sat at
his desk. He didn’t quite sit comfortably in his chair, the wood before him
taunting loudly as he pulled his laptop in front of him.
He typed pointlessly on the keys for awhile, glancing up every few minutes to
check that at least some of the class was doing their work. It wasn’t until one
of his fleeting looks had him locking eyes with Cas’ that his stomach resumed
its twisting.
It looked like Cas had been watching him for awhile, waiting patiently for Dean
to acknowledge him, whereas Jimmy was talking loudly with a couple of the other
boys over to the side.
Cas only let the barest hint of a grin pull at his mouth as Dean blushed
averting his eyes quickly. God, he couldn’t do this. He shouldn’t have even
showed up today. Hell, he should have called early this morning stating he
resigned his post immediately. Instead he was seated behind his desecrated
desk, his dick positively twitching with interest, as Cas stood up with a book
and walked his way down to him.
“Castiel?” Dean asked bluntly, as Cas positioned himself in front of Dean, back
to the rest of the class, holding his book out as if he was showing Dean
something. Dean wasn’t sure if he imagined the look of disappointment that
crossed Cas’ face at Dean’s harsh tone or whether it was real.
“Had a question,” Cas mumbled, clearly making something up off the top of his
head about the page currently facing Dean.
Dean didn’t respond once Cas had finished, mostly because he’d become too
distracted in the way Cas’ perfect mouth formed his words. And the barest hint
of a 5’clock shadow that was across Cas’ jaw, meaning he hadn’t shaved that
morning. And that his hair was completely mussed as if someone, most likely
Jimmy, had been running their fingers through it.
Cas coughed quietly, glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one was paying
them the slightest amount of attention, most eyes were currently drawn to
Jimmy’s antics. As he moved his head, exposing his neck, Dean caught sight of
the very prominent line of hickey’s running the length of it. Dean’s breath
caught in his throat when he realized he’dbeen the one to place them there.
Cas turned back around, leaning down slightly closer.
“Is everything okay, Mr. Winchester?” Cas kept his voice low.
At first Dean summoned a glare up at the boy in front of him, berating him for
the tease. But then he paused, maybe Cas was really asking if he was alright.
Dean looked up into the bright blue eyes hovering steadily just above him and
he smiled a very small amount, an answer effortlessly flowing off his tongue,
“Yeah Cas, everything’s fine.”
Cas grinned, before winking, seeming overly pleased with Dean’s response and
strolled confidently back to his seat. This time managing to catch Dean’s eye
every time the older man glanced around.
-
Wednesday the two boys actually were away from school. Dean spent the lesson
that was their class even more distracted than if the two of them were seated
like normal in front of him.
A snide girl, Ruby, who was always surrounded by people, was the first to make
a spiteful comment at the absence of the twin boys.
“Probably off fucking somewhere. Heard they hadn’t defiled any public property
this week.”
The resounding chuckles were cut off by Dean’s scolding that everyone should
learn to keep their mouths shut about such garbage. Most of the class at least
had the decency to pretend to look ashamed in themselves.
Dean firmly ignored the thought pushing at his brain that there was an eighty
five to ninety percent chance that Ruby was totally right.
-
Thursday Dean had senior classes. Three of them one right after the other. The
seniors at the school were relatively well behaved. Most of them already
beginning to feel the tendrils of excitement that this was their last year at
high school.
Dean had the afternoon spare after them. He sent a text to Sammy and once he
found out that he was free headed out of the school to meet him for coffee.
They met down by the beach, taking their purchased drinks and sprawling
themselves out on the sand. Dean didn’t care that he was still in jeans and a
dress shirt; he kicked his shoes off and enjoyed the feeling of sand running
between his toes.
Sam laughed at his brothers antics, before swiftly copying him.
“How’s school going?” Dean asked his brother, feeling relaxed with the soothing
sunrays beating down against him. 
“Same as normal,” Sam shrugged, “Not much longer to go.”
Dean chuckled, “Then you’ll be out in the world, prosecuting the guilty.”
Sam rolled his eyes, “I’m going to be a lawyer Dean, not a judge.”
Dean’s grin faltered unnoticed to Sam as they both laughed. Dean’s stomach
giving a jolt at the idea that he’d been participating in ‘things’ that could
potentially require him a lawyer.
“You’ll be a great one,” Dean said assertively.
They stayed sprawled on the golden sand for most of the afternoon, both
enjoying the lazy conversation they shared and each other’s company, Dean for
the first time forgetting any problems that might be headed his way.
-
Dean was relieved when it was Friday. He couldn’t decide if the week had flown
by like his first one or dragged along at snail’s pace. It was all a bit of a
blur if he was honest. His usual teaching activities being constantly shrouded
with the reminders of what had transpired late Monday afternoon.
Dean hadn’t lain eyes on either of the brothers for two days now, and he was
relatively sure he could have managed the third no problem if he didn’t have
the Novak class as his last lesson for the day.
Not seeing either of the two boys hadn’t seemed to disinterest Dean’s body.
Whenever he fell into bed, exhaustion of the day washing over him, he couldn’t
stop his hand trailing boldly down his figure and underneath the waistband of
his boxers to bring himself to completion with Cas or Jimmy’s name on his lips.
He couldn’t seem to help it in the shower either. Or his lounge room
apparently. Or that one time in the Impala.
God, he had a problem. And it was in the shape of two enticingly sexy,
underage, students.
At least he was still sane enough to feel guilty about it.
Class started much like it had earlier in the week. Neither brother paying
overly close attention to him, both pulling out their supplies and working like
the rest of the group. Jimmy did however seem more subdued than normal. Dean
began to wonder, hope, that nothing was wrong with either of them. Then he
quickly criticized himself. He shouldn’t care.
Dean was steadily marking some of the sophomore work he had to correct when
Jimmy’s voice rose above the din of the general chatter and directed itself at
him.
“Where were you yesterday, Mr. Winchester?” Dean looked up in time to see Cas
shooting his brother a confused look before Jimmy continued, “Thursday’s are
your afternoon off, aren’t they? Isn’t that a good time for us to find you if
we need assistance?”
Dean didn’t have a chance to respond, ignoring the fact that apparently Jimmy
had taken the time to find out his schedule, before the remainder of the class
decided this conversation was much more interesting than work.
“Skipping school, Dean?” One of the laid back boys seated up the rear of the
room asked him jokingly.
“Ooo,” Ruby chimed in quickly, “Did you have a dateSir?”
Dean saw Cas’ head snap in his direction before he visibly rolled his eyes, “No
I didn’t have a date. Get back to your work all of you.”
Ruby pouted, nudging at the couple of girls seated beside her, “But now we want
to know where you were.”
Dean shook his head, “I went and met up with my brother for coffee. You happy?
Nosy little shits, the lot of.”
Everyone laughed at Dean’s tone, the end of the sound drowned out by the
ringing of the bell. “If you haven’t finished your essay I want it done over
the weekend and handed to me as you walk in the door on Tuesday.”
The group murmured their assent as they all started piling out, jovial that
they finally had two days to themselves. Dean couldn’t say that he was overly
surprised when Jimmy didn’t remove himself from his seat, his prominent smirk
in its usual place. The fact that Cas remained as well was a bonus.
“Why were you looking for me yesterday?” Dean asked trying to be casual,
praying Jimmy’s answer would be something completely innocent, as he began
tidying up the room.
Jimmy snorted, “Why do you think?” he chuckled, “I’ll let Cassie give you a
hint.”
Dean noticed Cas roll his eyes, “Jimmy, we can’t be late.”
“Shame for you.” Jimmy stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder, “Next time
we’ll know to give you formal warning.” Jimmy smirked as he passed Dean,
walking much closer to him than necessary in an empty room. “See ya round,
Winchester.” He winked before turning to his brother, “Make it quick,” And
headed out the door.
Dean was about to start telling Cas that he should leave as well. Make a firm
point that both boys should stop whatever game they liked to think they were
playing and forget what happened. It had been a onetime thing. Dean could put
an end to anything else right now.
None of the words made it out of his mouth as Cas took the few purposeful steps
needed to close the distance between them. He leaned up quickly, catching
Dean’s lips with his own and pressing into him firmly.
Dean’s limbs developed a mind of their own as his arms twisted around Cas’
waist to pull him up. Holding him close he ravished Cas’ mouth. Their tongues
twirling together with ease, lips melding against one another.
Cas pulled back much too soon for Dean’s liking, although there was a sense of
panic trying to gain his attention at the fact that the hallway next to them
was still packed with potential witnesses.
“I do really need to go,” Cas pressed his closed lips chastely back against
Dean’s before disentangling himself from Dean’s arms, “Jimmy and I have to be
home, otherwise -,” Cas left his sentence hanging, Dean’s mind thoroughly
supplying more than enough ‘otherwise.’ Cas smiled at him again before
disappearing out the door, “Have a good night, Dean.”
-
Dean had always planned to go shopping Saturday morning. His minimal supplies
that he had started his new home with were rapidly running low. Especially
food.
There was a decent size supermarket close by that Dean hadn’t taken the chance
to venture to yet, however he figured he finally had to stop avoiding the
mundane task, or else he was going to starve.
All night, and now the majority of the morning, Dean’s mind had been replaying
Cas’ latest kiss.
God, that kid knew how to use his assets. It always sent a thrill down Dean’s
spine when he recalled that it was most likely his identical brother whom he
had learnt everything with.
Dean had been taking his time wandering the isles, currently stuck staring at
condiments when he felt his phone vibrate in the back pocket of his jeans. He
pulled it out casually, presuming it was merely Sam, his eyes continuing to
scan the pasta sauce choices in front of him as he mindlessly unlocked the
screen.
When Dean finally glanced down his phone almost slipped out of his fingers. His
entire face, from ear tips to neck, burned bright red as his cock gave an
obvious jump. He shielded the small screen against his chest, glancing over his
shoulders to make sure no one had been lingering behind him.
He’d received an image from an unknown number; although considering the
occupants of said image, the number could only belong to one of two people.
Ensuring there was no one in his immediate vicinity, Dean glanced down at the
picture again.
Cas was front and centre. Kneeling on a bed, his legs spread, completely naked
except for the light blue panties resting daintily on his hips, the material
tucked slightly to the side so his protruding hard cock could rise past them.
His arms were locked firmly behind his back, chest pushed forward, and Dean
could see rope unmistakably holding him in position. His hair was an absolute
mess, his blue eyes boring directly into the camera.
Jimmy was next to him, perched on his knees, scarcely better dressed than his
little brother. The rope leading from Cas was held tightly in his fist and his
tongue was twirling around his brother’s ear.
Dean visibly jumped as his phone vibrated in his palm.
Double checking his surroundings, he swiped the new message open.
This one was only text.
Our parents are away
And Cassie is all tied up
Just for you Winchester
There was an address under that.
Dean tucked his phone into his jacket, abandoned his half full basket of food,
and quickly made his way out of the supermarket, praying no one noticed the
prominent bulge tenting the front of his jeans.
He plopped himself into the driver’s seat of his beloved baby, jammed the keys
into the ignition, clutched his sweaty and shaky hands around the steering
wheel; but he didn’t start the engine.
He sat, staring blankly out the windscreen, the only image he could truly see
had nothing to do with any of his surroundings.
His hands seemed to have a plan of their own as he reached back into his
jacket, pulling out his phone again, unlocking it with ease and sliding back to
that image.
God it was hot.
Both boys were. They had the perfect visage that could pull something like this
off. It looked professional, something that could be in the highest rated
magazine.
Dean’s mind wandered to the position of the camera and he couldn’t help but
chuckle. The kinky sons of bitches had a camera stand.
Dean knewhe should just delete the messages. Ignore them completely, forget
about what had happened at the school and hope the two boys would take the
hint.
But he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
He could hear the words of Jimmy’s text, crystal clear, with an obvious smirk
to his tone, as if the boy was seated right beside him. His cock was straining
against the confines of his pants and he’d done nothing more than stare at a
picture.
In the end it was Cas’ eyes that won. The unmistakable lust consuming the usual
bright blue. A lust that was directed at him, as his brother trussed him up.
Dean abandoned all his morals in that moment, clicking over the ignition, and
heading towards what could quite possibly be the best mistake of his life.
-
He sat parked across the street from the address he’d been sent for a good ten
minutes. Gazing up at the large house considering his options.
There was a chance, however slight it may seem, that he could walk through that
door and find himself facing policemen. All they’d have to do was unlock his
phone and he’d be taken away on underage charges at the very least.
But he seriously doubted that would be the case. At least, he hoped it wouldn’t
be, as he finally pulled himself out of the safe haven of his car and began
walking towards the Novak residence.
Dean’s unasked question of whether he was supposed to knock was answered when
he reached the door. There was a folded sheet of paper stuck to the wood and
Dean pulled it off and flicked it open. What he’d learned to be Cas’
handwriting was scrawled across the centre of it.
Upstairs
Third door on the right
Dean couldn’t help the smile that began to pull at his lips, even though he was
in half a mind to tell the boys that leaving their door unlocked like this was
potentially very dangerous, as he turned the front door handle.
He spared a few glances around the house he proceeded through. It was a nice
place; large, well furnished, spotless clean. It looked like the Novak’s had
some money.
And although Dean knew different, it didn’t feel like a familyhome. There were
no pictures lining the walls, no mess of gaming consoles anywhere, no ‘lived
in’ feeling.
The atmosphere felt cold.
Dean only hesitated for a moment before he creaked open the door his
instructions had led him to.
This room was much more to his taste. The space was basically split in two; a
double bed pushed to each side wall. None of it was overly tidy, there were a
few clothes scattered across the floor, photos stuck to one of the walls. A
television set up on one side, with a stack of DVDs next to it. Bookcases
overflowing along the other, novels everywhere. It was obvious where Jimmy and
Cas’ personalities clashed down the centre.
Dean wouldhave appreciated all that detail if his eyes hadn’t been drawn to
something much more tempting.
Cas was still positioned on his bed. Although now he was lying on his back,
arms still locked behind him, no extra clothing sheltering his body although
there seemed to be a fair amount more rope, his feet splayed open exposing him
completely. Dean’s breath hitched at the sight, and when Cas rolled his head to
the side to look at him Dean couldn’t do anything more than moan.
Cas only spared him a glance before turning his eyes back towards the ceiling,
but Dean caught sight of the smile edging his lips. Shifting his thinly covered
ass against his sheets Cas moved just the slightest amount so he could drop his
knees open wider.
“You took your time,” he said quietly.
Dean only roamed his eyes over to the other bed when he heard Jimmy chuckle.
“He’s mad that you kept us waiting,” the boy taunted, “So am I actually,” he
smirked, “Think you could make it up to us Winchester?”
Dean smirked back at him as best he could, attempting to keep his features
collected, even when his legs felt like jelly and he wanted nothing more than
to go over and ravish Cas completely. “What did you have in mind?”
Jimmy stood up, the sheet that had been positioned across his lap falling away
to expose his completely naked figure, and walked confidently over in front of
Dean. Reaching over the older man’s shoulder he reclosed the door with an
obvious click.
He assertively placed his other hand over Dean’s crotch, squeezing at Dean’s
full cock through the material. Dean tried not to show the weakness in his legs
as Jimmy rubbed at him expertly. As the boy leaned up to latch his lips along
Dean’s jaw line, keeping his motions in time with his hand, Dean’s eyes rolled
back into his skull.
“Jimmy,” Dean managed to mumble out.
“Mmmm?” he sighed into Dean’s neck, keeping his hand moving steadily as he
shifted his other to toy with Dean’s belt. Dean’s breath hitched more audibly
when Jimmy swiftly snuck his hand past the layers of Dean’s clothes and wrapped
around him skin to skin, “Have a question for you.”
Dean chuckled as best as his throat would allow.
“Did you think about us?” he started toying at the top of Dean’s balls, “Did
you imagine me and Cassie together? With you? When you were alone,” he smiled
softly into Dean’s skin, his teeth grazing the thick vein in his neck. “Did you
touch yourself? Praying that it would be either me or my little brother
bringing you to completion instead,” He unlatched Dean’s jeans completely,
pushing them further out of his way. “Did you scream? Our names falling from
your wrecked mouth Dean Winchester?” 
Jimmy chuckled and Dean suddenly felt like he was being toyed with. “What are
you doing?” he asked the boy as skeptically as possible in his current state.
Jimmy glanced over his shoulder, “I’m teasing my brother.” Continuing to speak
loud enough to ensure Cas was hanging on his every word, he smirked back into
Dean’s skin, “I’m making him hard. Wanting. Aching. As he thinks of you all
broken for us. For him.” Jimmy laughed softly again, “I’m making him jealous.
Cause he can’t move right now and he’d like nothing more than to rake his hands
all over you. Have your hands all over him.”
Jimmy removed his deft fingers from inside Dean’s pants and gripped Dean’s own
palms, “Like this,” he pointedly moved Dean’s hands around his bare waist.
“Cassie would rather it was him you were holding,” Dean’s fingers wound around
the edge of Jimmy’s toned ass with the boys guidance. “He’d rather it was his
hole you were running your fingers over,” Jimmy directed him there too. “Rather
it his ass that you slicked up, his cock that you devoured.”
Dean broke his fingers away from Jimmy’s own, and he started his own path,
roughly plunging a dry finger past the ring of muscles that was the boy’s slack
entrance.
Jimmy couldn’t hide his groan at the actions, his limbs going shaky as Dean
surprised him.
It was Dean’s turn to smirk, his eyes seeking Cas’ pleading ones before he
whispered into Jimmy’s ear, “Didn’t anyone ever teach you, it’s rude to tease
your siblings.”
“You ought to play nice,” Jimmy regained his cockiness with ease, “Because you
don’t get near him without mypermission.”
Dean saw Cas’ back arch off the bed as if he was trying to evade his bonds.
“Is that true Cas?” Dean asked him, his tone having dropped a decibel or two,
“Do you want me over there with you?”
“Dean,” Cas’ voice was almost a whine, “I need you.”
Jimmy’s slim fingers clutched at Dean’s chin, dragging Dean’s face down towards
his own, keeping Dean focused with the intensity of his eyes, “Now, ask nicely
Winchester.”
Dean didn’t need to inquire what Jimmy wanted, and he certainly wasn’t going to
deny either boy anything, so he dropped to his knees with ease.
He didn’t allow Jimmy time to prepare himself before fastening his hands around
the boy’s prominent hips and taking Jimmy’s cock into his mouth, down his
throat, up to the hilt.
Jimmy keened at the sensation, his moan filthy, as his hands fisted into Dean’s
short hair.
Dean allowed himself to be directed with ease. Pulling off slowly, swallowing
back down, working his tongue in all the right places. He pulled off completely
a couple of times, Jimmy instinctively attempting to move after him, and he
swirled nothing but his tongue around Jimmy’s dripping cock. Licking at the
slit hungrily and lapping up the pre cum starting to form.
When Dean felt Jimmy begin to weaken he dragged the boy closer, dropping his
tongue the needed amount, and pulling him in until his cock sunk deeper,
hedging down Dean’s constricting throat.
The massaging pressure had Jimmy coming hard, Dean sucking down all of his
milky seed with ease.
Jimmy was barely managing to stand on shaky legs when Dean retracted his lips.
He helped lower the boy to his knees before he lost his balance.
Jimmy leant his head forward to press against Dean’s collarbone, a breathy
“fuck” tumbling out of him.
Dean glanced back up towards the occupied bed as he traced his fingers lazily
down Jimmy’s spine, placing a soft kiss to his temple as he continued to come
down off his high, “You taste good kid.”
Cas was breathing heavy from where he was still stranded on his mattress, his
eyes were wide, pupils blown.
“Enjoying the entertainment Cas?” Dean asked smiling, “Had to be pretty good,
even if I do say so myself, did you cum?”
Cas fleetingly looked mad as he ground out his negative response. Jimmy
chuckled, pushing himself up off Dean now that his motor functions were
returning, “He can’t.” Jimmy grabbed Dean’s hand and hoisted the older man to
his feet with him, walking him over to stand above his brother.
From the new angle Dean could see clearly the rope tying Cas down, his wrists
locked and attached to the headboard. He could also distinguish past the blue
panties to the black cock ring latched tightly around the base of his leaking
cock.
“Are you two going to make me watch while you have all the fun?” Cas
questioned, his glare resting harshly on his brother.
Jimmy leaned back into Dean’s neck, licking a strip up to his ear, “What do you
think Winchester? Does Cassie deserve to play?”
Dean smiled softly, “Since he’s been such a good boy maybehe deserves a
reward.” Dean couldn’t help himself; he reached forward, needing to just feel
some part of Cas and rested his hand on Cas’ knee, slowly rubbing it up his
thigh.
Cas moved up into his palm as much as he physically could.
“Well, Dean’s the boss,” Jimmy said slyly, “What prize would you like brother?”
Cas kept his eyes locked on Dean’s, “Strip. Just take your clothes off. Please.
I want to see you.”
Dean didn’t remove his hand from Cas’ leg as he nodded, climbing onto the edge
of the boys bed. “That’s not a very large demand Cas,” Dean said softly, moving
his lips to follow the trail of his hand.
Cas sighed at the contact, “I need to see you, Dean.”
Dean smiled, placing a final kiss into Cas’ flank before pulling back, moving
his hands to the hem of his t shirt.
Jimmy went to sit by his brother’s head, folding his legs up beside him and
running a soothing hand through Cas’ hair.
Dean took his clothes off piece by piece. He didn’t do it seductively, he just
got undressed, and he was secretly overjoyed in the way that neither brother
tore their eyes away. Each one watched him intently, swallowing him with a
spiraling gaze.
When Dean was completely exposed he knelt back onto Cas’ bed, this time moving
his entire body closer to the pinned down boy. Cas grinned up at him as he
straddled the boy’s waist.
Cas immediately felt so much smaller to Dean, his slim waist for once actually
making him appear like the teenager he was.
It didn’t hinder Dean as he ran his hands steadily up Cas’ sides, tracing his
fingers over his prominent hipbones, following a trail up along his ribs. He
slowed down around his nipples, rubbing and twisting at them gently until they
were hard nubs, Cas moaning his approval as he arched up into Dean’s caresses.
Cas lifted his head as far as he could, pointedly asking Dean without words for
what he wanted. Dean obliged, leaning down the remainder of the way and sealing
his lips over Cas’ pouting ones. Cas opened up to him immediately. He hastily
twisted their tongues around one another and plundered into Dean’s mouth. Dean
cradled his face, holding the boy close to him.
When Dean drew back he rested his smile against Cas’ jaw, “I missed that,” he
mumbled honestly.
Cas gazed at him with wide eyes, some amount of shock behind them, “Me too.”
Jimmy resumed petting his brothers hair as Dean leaned back, remaining
positioned over Cas’ thighs.
Dean trailed his eyes over the rope still attached to Cas, noticing the faint
red marks beneath the binds as he moved, “How long have you been tied like
this?” Dean asked, running his fingers tenderly over the knots.
Cas shrugged his shoulders, “Since ‘bout nine this morning.”
Dean’s eyebrows shot to his hairline.
“Good point,” Jimmy muttered, “You’ve behaved so well Cassie. Although I don’t
blame you, you do know how to impress. What do you say Dean unties you and we
have some real fun?”
“Fuck me?” Cas asked up to Dean.
“Yeah,” he said gently, tracing his thumbs in circles over Cas’ hips.
“Can I fuck you?” Jimmy asked over to Dean, the first sign of any real nerves
Dean had ever seen hinting in his look.
Dean smiled reassuringly over at him, “If you reckon you can.”
Jimmy nodded, grinning enthusiastically.
Dean turned his gaze back down to Cas who was watching him hungrily, a spark in
his eyes as he waited in anticipation. Dean leaned over Cas, his body hovering
over the boy’s, stomach lightly grazing at the tip of Cas’ still erect cock,
reaching for the ropes chaffing slightly around Cas’ small wrists. He paused,
running his fingers around the cord but not untying it.
“If I leave you tied up, is it okay?” Dean had to ask, his tone hushed. He knew
both boys seemedas if they’d be up for almost anything but he still had to
check.
Cas leaned up to press his lips to the base of Dean’s neck where he was
lingering above him, “You can do anything you want, Dean.”
Dean smiled, leaving Cas’ wrists just how they were and slowly kissed his way
down the boy’s figure. Jimmy hopped off the bed to fetch a bottle of lube.
Dean paused again when his mouth met the fabric running across Cas’ pelvis, he
sucked over it, pulling back leaving an obvious wet patch. “What inspired the
woman’s underwear?” Dean asked hooking his fingers under the very thin elastic,
playing with the garment.
Cas shrugged, eyes clouded as he watched Dean toy with him, “They’re
comfortable.”
Dean chuckled, “They’re hot.”
As sexy as it was, they were currently in Dean’s way, so he lifted Cas’ hips
the needed amount and dragged the skimpy panties off him, discarding them
somewhere on the floor.
This time when Dean leant back down, now unhindered, he licked at Cas’
hipbones, up the length of his shaft and sucked the tip of his leaking cock
past his plump lips.
Cas immediately tasted different to his brother, somehow sweeter, Dean liked
it.
He sucked around Cas’ cock head carefully, flicking his tongue around with
preciseness, enjoying the way Cas couldn’t keep his hips from trying to fuck up
into Dean’s mouth, but he never sank low enough to nudge at the tight ring
still secured keeping Cas from reaching any kind of climax.
Dean lifted Cas’ hips again as he nudged his way down further, licking past his
balls.
“Dean,” Cas moaned down to him, his body giving a tremble.
Dean didn’t respond, hooking Cas’ legs over his shoulders so he could reach
where he wanted without impediment.  He swiped his tongue further, licking his
way up the line between Cas’ cheeks, searching keenly for Cas’ hole.
His probing tongue found it without too much effort, the clenching orifice
attempting to pull him in. Dean prodded his way in gently, allowing Cas’
muscles to give way for him as he thoroughly slicked the boy up.
Cas whined above him as Dean started working his tongue in and out, slowly
stretching Cas open. He bought a finger up to help, slipping it in beside his
tongue and widening Cas out more.
Dean could practically feel Cas’ disappointment when he moved his mouth away,
kissing his way up the inside of Cas’ thigh, to make room for another finger.
Cas was extremely tight, as he should be considering his age, so Dean took his
time scissoring the two fingers he had inside him slowly, his saliva the only
substance to ease the slide.
“More Dean,” Cas pleaded down to him with wide eyes, his arms straining against
his bonds.
Dean complied, carefully inching a third finger between the first two. Cas
attempted to push himself down on the digits with more speed.
Dean chuckled, grasping at his hip, “Patience, Castiel.”
Dean felt the dip to the bed when Jimmy climbed back onto the mattress. Turning
to look over his shoulder he saw the bottle of lube clutched in Jimmy’s hand.
“Could you?” he asked Jimmy pointedly, glancing from the tube to his own hard
dick.
Jimmy smirked, popping the cap off, squeezing a portion of the chilled
substance into his palm and leaned around Dean to stroke it up his thick
length. Jimmy moved his palm around thoroughly, covering every inch of Dean’s
cock with the smooth substance, as Dean continued to stretch Cas; the boy
trembling under his hands.
When Dean was properly lathered, Jimmy moved around to sit behind Dean, snaking
his hand with him, and bringing it to rest at the top of Dean’s ass. Dean’s
fingers stuttered inside Cas as he felt the digits trailing carefully down his
crevice, he couldn’t help to push back into Jimmy encouragingly.
Jimmy applied more lube to his fingers before he snuck one inside of Dean.
Dean’s body took a moment to adjust to the intruding sensation. It had been a
while since he’d had anyone’s fingers, besides his own, working into him. As he
felt Jimmy shift deeper he realized just how much he’d missed it.
Cas was a complete mess by the time his brother had stretched Dean
sufficiently. His entire body was shaky, sweat speckling every inch of him, and
his cock aching as Dean swiped over his prostate with nowhere near enough
force.
Dean finallypulled his fingers out of Cas, wiping the excess lube on the
sheets, as he dragged Cas’ body towards him. He pushed in faster than Cas
expected and the amazing feel of Dean sliding back into him was like heaven.
Dean drew in and out a few times, his fingers clutching tightly into Cas’ slim
hips, before he stilled. Pushing his ass back that needed amount to give Jimmy
the right angle.
The second Novak slid into him with surprising accuracy, one hand grasping at
Dean’s hip, the other splayed out over his back. Dean waited for Jimmy to move,
letting the boy set the pace, before he resumed plunging into Cas’ perfect ass.
Cas arched up against him when Dean hit his prostate again, a litany of moans
and Dean’s name falling past his lips. Dean’s actions stuttered, a louder groan
than anything Cas was producing tearing out of him as Jimmy finally slammed
into his sweet spot.
It was perfect; the combined feel of Cas clenching around his aching cock and
Jimmy pounding with skill inside him. He was in the centre of the most ideal
twin boys and he couldn’t do anything except let himself get lost in it.
“Please,” Cas finally managed to articulate, “Dean I need to come.”
Dean detached one of his hands from the grip he had on the boys hip, moved it
to firmly stroke up and down Cas’ length a few times, Cas throwing his head
back against the bed at the sensation, before he hooked his fingers around to
open the small band.
Cas’ cum splattered between them as soon as he was released, the milky
substance spreading messily across Cas and flicking up to spot across Dean’s
chest.
Dean felt Jimmy release into him after that, the sight of his wrecked brother
clearly tipping him over the edge. Dean bent forward after Jimmy pulled wetly
out of him, moaning into Cas’ neck and blowing his seed filling the inside of
the boy’s walls for the second time.
It took Dean a moment before he could breathe properly again, the intensity of
his orgasm putting his mind on shutdown. He rolled off Cas, keeping their legs
tangled together, as he reached up for the ropes and swiftly untied the knots.
Cas’ free hands came to rest around Dean’s neck immediately, pulling the older
man in so he could seal their lips together slackly. Dean pressed back softly,
his mind putting as much effort as it could into the touch of Cas’ skin against
his.
Dean lay back, pulling himself up against the headboard once Cas released him,
relaxing into the comfort of the pillows.
Cas crawled his way down Dean’s body, licking up the splatters of his cum as he
went. He aimed for Dean’s now flaccid cock, cleaning it thoroughly, swirling
his nimble tongue around every inch of it. Dean fisted his hand into Cas’ hair
as the boy started lapping at his balls.
“Cas…” Dean murmured out.
“Think you’ll have to give him a minute or two Cassie,” Jimmy chuckled,
watching his little brother.
Cas flicked his eyes up to Dean’s slack face, “I ain’t sixteen anymore, kid.”
Cas grinned, glancing back at his brother, “We’ll help.”
Jimmy smiled at Cas encouragingly as he crawled off Dean’s lap and over to him.
Cas and Jimmy locked lips quickly, Cas shifting his hands to hold his brother’s
face close, as Jimmy gripped at Cas’ waist and pulled his hips in, dragging
their cocks against one another.
Jimmy pulled his brother properly into his lap, sheathing his already re-
hardened cock up into Cas’ still slick hole. Cas moaned sinfully as his brother
pulled him down, thrusting up into the tight heat. 
Dean watched the spectacular view with awe. Both identical boys moving against
each other in pleasure as if it was just the two of them like usual in their
room. Dean couldn’t help but wrap his hand around his cock and slowly jack
himself at the sight.
Cas and Jimmy melded together perfectly, their limbs linking around one another
as if they were always supposed to be shaped that way. It wasn’t long before
Dean was hard in his hand, the sight of Jimmy and Cas both taking what they
wanted from each other was more arousing than any porn he’d ever sought.
When Cas saw that Dean was leaking again, his body more than fully on board,
Cas pushed himself off Jimmy’s cock spinning around and planting himself on his
hands and knees; his face towards Dean and ass sticking up for his brother.
Jimmy lined himself back up, not perturbed by the change in angle, sinking in
easily as Cas shuffled forward to nuzzle his face into Dean’s lap. He took
Dean’s rapidly filling cock into his mouth, using nothing but his tongue and
lips to stimulate Dean as his brother continued to fuck into him.
Dean’s resistance didn’t last long the second time around, spilling his cum
down Cas’ throat. The boy sucked it down easily, managing to not lose a drop.
Jimmy had wrapped his fist around Cas’ cock and was jacking him in time with
his thrusts. Both boys moaned simultaneously and tumbled over the edge
together.
-
All three of them still lay naked in Cas’ bed awhile later. Dean was reclined
back, Cas curled comfortably against his chest lazily tracing his fingers
around Dean’s tattoo, with Dean’s arm draped around his shoulders.
Jimmy had his head up the other end of the bed, lying on his front and casually
flicking through a magazine.
Dean was quite content to let his eyes trace around the room, picking up small
details from either boy here and there.
“Who’s that guy in those pictures with you?” Both Jimmy and Cas glanced up to
where Dean was indicating towards the wall of photos.
“That’s Gabe,” Jimmy stated.
“Gabriel,” Cas expanded.
“He’s our big bro.”
Dean raised his eyebrows, “You have another brother?”
“Sure do. He’s awesome.” Jimmy continued, as Cas nodded into Dean’s side, “We
don’t see him as much as we’d like but he comes around occasionally.”
Dean furrowed his brow in question.
“Our parents don’t see eye to eye with him generally. Or ever.” Cas explained,
“He made the mistake of telling them he was gay.”
“They kicked him out when he was fifteen. We were seven.”
“They booted him out for being gay?” Dean asked, repulsed at the action.
“They’re ‘old fashioned’,” Jimmy muttered sarcastically.
Dean snorted, “So they’d…”
“Kill us if they ever found out about me and Cassie? Most certainly.”
Dean tightened his arm around Cas when he felt the boy shift uncomfortably.
“What’s Gabriel do?” he asked, trying to keep Cas’ mind from dwelling on
whatever was particularly distressing him.
“He works for a chain of high end night clubs.” Dean raised his eyebrows
impressed. “Like I said, he’s awesome.”
“And he never… With you two?”
“No!” Both boys said instantly, outrage lacing their tones. Dean chuckled
softly.
Jimmy let the silence settle for a few moments before rolling over to look at
Dean properly. “All the questions that you could possibly have about us,” he
indicated himself and Cas, “And you leave it at that?”
Cas clung his fingers into Dean’s side, looking down at his brother, “Jimmy,”
he said, a hint of worry in his tone.
“If he doesn’t have questions then there’s something wrong with him,” Jimmy
said simply.
Dean chuckled, rubbing his hand soothingly across Cas’ lower back, “its okay
Cas. I’m not gonna pry.”
Dean felt more than saw the heat flood to Cas’ cheeks as he mumbled, “That’s
not what I meant.” He looked up at the older man, “You can ask anything of us
Dean.”
Dean smiled gently at the sincerity on his face.
“Go on,” Jimmy taunted, “Ask us anything.”
Dean laughed, “Alright then.” He glanced his eyes between the bed they were
currently all spread out on and the other one by the opposite wall. “Do you
always fuck in Cas’ bed? Or do you switch it round?”
Jimmy rolled his eyes, “I think we’re going to have to trade him in Cassie. He
seems a bit tame already.”
“Shut up Jim,” Cas grumbled out, nuzzling his face back into Dean’s side.
Jimmy relented, “We always fuck in Cassie’s bed, yeah. If we’re in this room
anyway. But we generally sleep in mine.”
Dean moved his fingers to twist in Cas’ hair gently. Cas looked up at him as he
hesitated to ask something else, “What -, When did you two start what you have
between each other?”
Jimmy smirked, “That’s more like it.”
Cas began to answer him this time, “We’ve always been like this. Even before we
knew what it meant or what we were really doing. We were just always drawn to
one another. It’s hard to explain.”
“Yeah, I mean, I’m close to Sammy, but never did I ever look at him like that.”
Jimmy sat up a little straighter, his tone much more serious than it was
before, “Understand that we know no one will ever think of what we do as
normal,Winchester. We get that there’s something not quite right in our heads.
But do not ever condemn us for it. Or speak down on us as if it doesn’t turn
you on.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Dean said hastily.
Cas pressed his lips to his chest, “I know. And so does Jimmy. He’s just over
protective.”
“I’m not over anything,” Jimmy mumbled, watching his brother curl somehow
closer around Dean.
“Did I ruin question time?” Dean asked jokingly.
Cas huffed a laugh into his side and Jimmy rolled his eyes, “No. You can
continue, pervert.”
Dean kicked at Jimmy’s leg playfully for the insult. “How many? Before me?”
“A couple,” Jimmy responded honestly. “Most were our general age though. And no
one was ever our teacher.”
“You’re different,” Cas mumbled into him again.
Dean couldn’t help but smile to himself at that. He didn’t want to show that
he’d been worried, thinking, that he was merely the next in a continuous line
of toys for the Novak’s to play with. “How on earth did you get people your own
age to keep quiet?”
Jimmy chuckled, “We didn’t moron. Just no one ever truly believed anyone about
anything and it always digressed into nothing more than rumors. Most of which
you’ve probably heard.”
Red tinted at the top of Dean’s cheeks, “Some,” he said fairly.
Jimmy rolled out of bed at that, stretching his arms high above his head and
sighing when his back gave a relieving crack. “I’m going to shower,” he picked
up a couple of errant items of clothing on his way to the door. “And I mean
this in a completely un-rude way, but you have to leave by six.”
Dean nodded in understanding, glancing at the clock on Cas’ beside table and
feeling a drop of disappointment in his stomach that it was already flashing 4:
38.
“Our parents generally get home at seven.” Cas elaborated once his brother had
disappeared, “sometimes later, but just to be safe -”
“I get it Cas,” Dean said gently, running his fingers back through the boy’s
dark hair as he pushed himself up onto his elbows.
Cas leaned up to press their lips together again.
Dean loved it when Cas kissed him. Reveled in the feeling of their lips moving
flawlessly together. It just felt right.
“I didn’t know if you’d show,” Cas said softly as he pulled back, continuing to
run his eyes over Dean’s defined features.
“You provided a pretty damn good reason to turn up. Although I probably
shouldn’t have,” Dean said fairly.
Cas’ brow dipped at that, his head tilting to the side in confusion. “Why? Do
you regr-”
Dean hushed him quickly, “No Cas. Don’t be stupid. It’s just now I don’t want
to leave.”
Cas blushed, “I don’t want you to.”
Dean chuckled, immediately trying to lighten the mood, “But in the efforts of
keeping myself out of jail I suppose it’s necessary.”
Cas rolled his eyes. “I’m not that young. You’re not that old”
“You don’t even know how old I am, Cas.”
Cas shrugged, “I honestly don’t care. It doesn’t make any difference.”
Dean smiled softly, “You’re a bad influence Castiel Novak.”
“You could probably blame my brothers for that I’m sure.”
Laughing, Dean pulled Cas back down so he could firmly tangle them together
once more.
-
Dean found himself at the Novak house both weekends following that first one.
Both boys were more than enthusiastic to continue their new association and
Dean was more than pleased to give in to their demands.
Dean had never found being a teacher boring, but the next couple of weeks
inside school were certainly more interesting.
Jimmy and Cas would both linger around after classes, or seek Dean out when no
one would miss any of them, taking it in turns to bring each other to pleasure.
Dean’s desk was defiled multiple more times and so was the classroom floor.
Cas had made it a habit to text Dean regularly when they weren’t near one
another, calling him once or twice, both times which might have ended in a
conversation that had no other point asides from trying to get the other to cum
before themselves.
It was Friday afternoon; the notorious last lesson of the week and Dean had the
Novak class steadily working on an assignment that each student primarily got
to choose. Dean had his lap top in front of him, for once actually grading work
instead of putting it off in favor of ‘other’ activities.
His phone vibrated against his leg and Dean pulled it out offhandedly, only
glaring at Cas slightly when he saw the message was from the boy.
Cas was pointedly pretending to work, not looking in Dean’s direction, as Dean
opened his message.
-I’m bored Dean
Dean could clearly imagine Cas forming the words, the petulant tone he
developed when he wanted something would be evident. Dean held his phone out of
the view of prying eyes behind his laptop screen as he typed back.
-My lessons are not boring Castiel
-Entertain me?
Dean glanced up to see Cas watching him from under his eyelashes, the boy
winked at him, biting at his bottom lip
-Don’t play all innocent with me Novak
Dean received
- I can stay after class
Quickly followed by
-what are you going to do to me?
Dean tried to keep the grin determinedly off his features.
-Got anything in mind?
-Yes
Dean glanced up bothered by the one word answer and noticed one of the girls
leaning over to ask Cas for help. Dean waited somewhat impatiently for him to
finish explaining whatever it was until his phone lit up again.
-You’re going to remain in your chair after everyone’s gone
-Am I?
-Well you could stand, but then the whole class will see that you’re merely
hiding a boner behind that mess of a desk
-I’m not hard Cas
-No? What about if I tell you I’m wearing those red panties you saw in my draw
the other day?
Dean shifted in his seat, waiting as he watched Cas continue to inconspicuously
type onto his phone in his lap.
-Or that I have a plug holding Jimmy’s cum in my ass from when he fucked me in
the supply closet while everyone else was in the cafeteria
-Tease
-You love it. And so does your cock. Your thick leaking cock
-That all you got?
Dean mocked, not allowing Cas to know that the boy was totally right and his
dick that seemed to run on everything Novak related was straining against his
trousers.
-You’re going to let me ride you. In that chair. I’ll strip for you, leave
nothing but the silk against my waist as I sink down around you.
Dean glanced across to the clock on the wall, trying not to frown at the fact
that there was still fifteen minutes of class to go.
-Will you let me Dean?
-You don’t need to ask that Cas
-Sure I do. You know how much I’m a good boy and that I’d do anything for you
-You going to let me hold you? Kiss you?
-I’ll be displeased if you don’t. I crave your mouth against mine more than any
other part of you Dean
-You are pure sin Cas
-I know
The bell rang and just as Cas had instructed Dean didn’t move, the prominent
tent at the front of his pants would have been obvious.
Jimmy caught his eye and winked, for once leaving the room without his brother
in his wake.
Cas walked over to the door and flipped the lock. Dean had fastened a poster
over the window in the centre of it as soon as he realized the two boys
wouldn’t be opposed to continuing their escapades on school property.
Cas strolled over to Dean after that, pushing Dean’s chair back so he could fit
between it and the desk, and he sat himself straddling Dean’s lap.
Dean twined his fingers into Cas’ hair and dragged the boys lips to his,
savoring the now familiar taste of him.
Dean was content just to hold him for awhile. Their tongues running in and out
of each other’s mouths with practiced ease, Dean running his across the roof of
Cas’ mouth just how he liked it. Dean only moved his lips as far as Cas’ neck
as the boy started to undress himself.
He dispensed of his shirt quickly, throwing the material carelessly over Dean’s
laptop. He toed off his shoes and socks as Dean ran his hands tenderly over the
expanse of Cas’ bare torso and shoulders, lavishing at his collarbones.
Dean’s hands were reluctant to let him go for even a moment as Cas stood to rid
himself of his pants. Just like he promised red silk was revealed hugging his
ass, as he kicked away what he didn’t need.
Dean dragged Cas back onto his lap, kneading his hands into Cas’ ass and
enjoying the way Cas keened at the sensation.
“You’re so beautiful,” Dean murmured into his neck and Cas blushed, hiding his
face into Dean’s shoulder at the praise. “You are Cas,” Dean reiterated.
Dean went to wrap his fingers around Cas’ cock but Cas grabbed his hand holding
it away. “This is about you, remember?” Cas released Dean’s hand in favor of
his still fully clothed erection, “I’ll make you feel good.”
Dean was raising his hips instinctively up into Cas’ fist even before the boy
had him unzipped. When Cas finally unlatched his pants, drawing Dean out of his
confines, he slipped off Dean’s lap and positioned himself onto his knees.
He sucked Dean down wonderfully, using his amazing mouth to bring Dean to the
brink of completion before he’d back off and start again.
“Cas,” Dean moaned down to him.
“Mmm?” Cas hummed around his mouthful.
“Come back up here, I need you.”
Cas pulled off with a wet pop, a grin gracing his lips as Dean hoisted him back
up.
Dean reached under him to drag the plug out of Cas, chucking it on his desk.
“How many of those things do you have Cas?” Dean asked, humor in his tone as he
noticed the yet again different color of the toy to any of the others he’d seen
Cas use.
Cas smirked again Dean’s lips as he kissed him chastely, “A few.”
Cas lifted himself up, pushing his panties out of the way and sunk himself onto
Dean’s solid length. He sighed deeply as he slid into place, his muscles
contracting around Dean in pleasure. He rocked himself up and down smoothly,
riding Dean’s cock, absolute bliss flowing through both of them.
Dean ran his hands all over Cas’ lithe body, massaging at his skin. When Cas
angled himself correctly he managed to aim Dean’s cock right into his prostate,
the extra spikes of splendor shooting through him had him moaning louder.
Dean wrapped his hand around Cas’ own hard cock, ignoring any protests that Cas
attempted to form, and stroked him in time with Cas’ movements.
They kissed at each other playfully, tongues prodding into each other’s mouths.
Cas moved his lips across to Dean’s ear and bit gently at the lobe, “You’re
amazing Dean Winchester. I could do this forever. Ride your cock. Let you fuck
me. Cum all over you repeatedly. It’s ecstasy.”
Dean held Cas close as he released inside him. Pressing his lips firmly into
the boy’s neck and continuing to pull at his cock until he followed him over
the edge.
They stayed positioned as they were, Dean cradling Cas against his chest, for
longer than was necessary, savoring the feel of Cas’ cooling skin against his
own.
Dean pressed his lips into Cas’ hair as he glanced at the mess they’d made, “I
really need to leave some spare clothes in here.”
Cas huffed a laugh against Dean’s neck before lifting himself up and reaching
for his discarded garments. Dean zipped his pants back up, cleaning any
evidence off his front.
Dean ran his fingers through Cas’ hair to somewhat organize the tendrils once
Cas looked presentable again. “Can I buy you dinner?” Dean asked against his
temple.
Cas nodded, “Jimmy was telling our parents that I had a study group with
classmates. We’re good till about eight.”
Dean smiled, “Good.” He picked up the rest of his belongings, ensuring that
neither of them left anything untoward behind, before locking the classroom
door. “What was Jimmy doing?”
“Couple of the guys invited him out to see that new action flick, don’t
remember what it’s called.”
“They didn’t invite you?”
Cas shrugged unfazed, “Jimmy’s better with people. Besides I’d rather be here.”
He fell into step beside Dean, nudging their shoulders together and walking
much closer than was strictly necessary.
Dean smiled down to him, checking to make sure the parking lot was completely
deserted, before winding his arm around the back of his waist and pulling him
in closer.
-
When Dean finally met Mr. and Mrs. Novak for himself (there was a parent
teacher day that the two of them had dragged the boys to) most of his lingering
fears flew out of his mind in an instant.
The two elder Novak’s were the kind of people who stood so far up on their own
pedestal, believing that they were some of the highest quality people in the
world, that they never truly looked close enough to know anything about their
sons.
After five minutes of conversation with them Dean knew for a fact that he knew
more about both the boys seated across from him than these two pretenders ever
would. When he realized neither adult particularity cared what he told them
about their sons he switched to spurting academic drivel and put more effort
into keeping his features schooled into a manner of politeness, as Jimmy
started licking his lips seductively and Cas kept twirling his leg around
Dean’s under the table.
Once the boy’s parents were distracted well enough, trying to talk themselves
up to other individuals, Jimmy and Cas dragged Dean off to a deserted classroom
where they could have a much better time.
-
It was a late Saturday night at the Novak house, Dean had been around since
noon when Mr. and Mrs. Novak had announced to their boys that they would be
absent for the remainder of the weekend. Dean was curled in the warmth of Cas’
bed with one boy on either side of him. All occupants were relatively exhausted
after their afternoon’s strenuous activities; Dean was still surprised at the
rate in which the boys could make his cock re-harden, even after a few rounds.
Dean was beginning to drift off; Cas had himself curled securely against Dean’s
chest and was already snoring softly, when Dean felt Jimmy shift beside him.
He turned to see Jimmy’s blue eyes watching him steadily; the orbs weren’t ever
as bright as Cas’ and Dean still found that strange.
“You need to know something,” Jimmy spoke in a tone low enough so as not to
disturb his sleeping brother. Dean nodded, his brow creasing, as Jimmy stroked
playfully along his side. “For me, you were always just a bit of a game. The
new, sexy, teacher who caught our eye. Someone who we could totally try out our
powers of seduction on.” Jimmy’s smirk faltered slightly before he continued,
“Cassie is different. He likesyou, Dean. He never shuts up about you and even
if I said I’d had enough of you, I know he wouldn’t want you to leave.”
Dean squeezed his arm that was draped around Cas’ shoulders instinctively
clutching the boy closer to him, Jimmy’s words running rampant in his mind.
“Just something to think about,” Jimmy stated softly, finally laying his head
down, his nose brushing Dean’s neck.
Dean didn’t need to listen that hard to hear the obvious, ‘If you hurt my
little brother, there’ll be hell to pay’, lingering defiantly in Jimmy’s tone.
***** Dean's Place *****
Much like how Dean never discovered how either boy happened across his phone
number, he wasn’t positive how they knew his address.
Dean figured he should have been more shocked than he was when he opened his
door to insistent knocking one Friday evening, both Novak boys stood with a bag
slung over their shoulder, matching grins stretching across their full lips.
Jimmy slapped Dean’s ass playfully as he sauntered past the man uninvited, the
smirk evident in his voice when he called, “Which way’s the bedroom?”
Whereas Cas fastened his hand around Dean’s neck and dragged him down so he
could seal their lips together messily. Dean wound his hand around Cas’ waist
automatically wanting to hold the boy closer.
Dean was truly glad, now more than ever, that he didn’t have neighbors who
constantly peeked their heads out their doors searching for gossip. Cause the
sight of him locked against an underage student in his front archway would
certainly have tongues wagging.
Dean dragged Cas inside, shutting the door firmly behind them. He shoved Cas up
against the solid frame, pushing their mouths back together, his body closing
in securely to pin Cas where he was.
Dean grasped at Cas’ sides tightly, his legs shifting to slot a knee between
Cas’, as Cas fisted his hands into his shirt desperately, “What are you doing
here Cas?” Dean pulled his head back the slightest amount so he could breathe
the words against Cas’ lips.
“Parents are going to be home all weekend. We had to improvise.”
“You gotta’ be careful, kid. I don’t want you getting into trouble.”
Cas smiled at him softly, “We won’t get into trouble, Dean,” he pressed his
lips up chastely, “We’re careful,” another kiss, “I promise.”
“You two lovebirds right out there?” Jimmy called jokingly from the kitchen,
which was followed swiftly by, “Winchester! You have no food in this house!”
Dean chuckled, pressing his mouth to the corner of Cas’ before letting the boy
away from the wall, “I wasn’t exactly expecting visitors.” He pulled Jimmy
playfully out of his fridge, shutting the door firmly on the few lone beer
bottles, “You can order pizza or something.”
“He doesn’t even have ingredients for anything,” Jimmy continued over his
shoulder to Cas.
“Ingredients aren’t much good in this place.”
“They would be, Cassie’s a great cook.”
“Just order pizza,” Dean said, handing over a menu.
Jimmy rolled his eyes dramatically, “Fine! Pizza it is.”
Cas repositioned himself into Dean’s arms as his brother called for food,
pressing small kisses into the older man’s neck as Dean ran his hands
soothingly up and down his back. “It ok that we’re here?” Cas murmured up to
him.
“Course,” Dean said immediately, “I’m glad you’re here.”
They ate their meal in the lounge room, Dean sprawled himself on the floor as
the two boys took up most of the couch. The TV was on in the background as
Jimmy and Cas told Dean about Gabe’s latest endeavors to expand business.
When the silence grew too long, Dean looked up at the couch to see Jimmy had
straddled himself atop his brother, Cas’ arms clutched around his back as their
mouths worked furiously.
 Dean rolled his eyes, his features sparkling as he chuckled, “Oh so that’swhy
you two are here. Didn’t want mommy and daddy hearing you going at it
upstairs.”
Jimmy broke his mouth away to smirk down at Dean, “Their presence has never
worried us before. Their skin would absolutely crawl if they ever found out
what we’d been getting up to down the hall from them. We merely needed you.”
Dean and Cas both grinned.
“Well, Cassie neededyou.” Jimmy amended, “I on the other hand, came up with an
excellent idea.”
Cas frowned up at his brother, pulling his face back around and saying his name
warningly.
“Don’t worry baby bro, you’ll enjoy it.” Jimmy grasped Cas’ hand and hauled him
up from the couch, pulling him in the direction of Dean’s bedroom. “Come along
if you’re game Winchester.”
Still chuckling at the boy’s playfulness he followed them down the hallway,
stopping to watch the show when he reached his destination.
Cas and Jimmy were both locked back together, hands working expertly to rid
each other of clothes without breaking their connection. Jimmy had Cas naked
first, running his hands excitedly over his brother’s body and teasing at his
already filling cock, pulling along the length to make him harden faster.
Cas divested Jimmy of his pants soon after, showing his brother the same
attention he’d been given, and sliding their cocks against one another
sinfully.
It was harder to tell the boys apart when they were completely bare; but not
impossible. The way they moved was still different, they had a diverse glint to
their eyes and Cas’ smile was always softer.
Cas dropped to his knees, trailing his mouth down the length of his brothers’
body before sucking him down to the hilt. He played with him, teased him,
swirling his tongue around and reaching a hand up to cup at Jimmy’s balls.
Jimmy grinned down at him when he pulled away, dragging him back up so he could
swipe his tongue into Cas’ mouth, tasting himself.
“You just going to watch us all night, Dean?” Cas asked teasingly, his eyes
roaming over Dean’s form, resting heavily on the bulge at the front of his
jeans.
Dean laughed softly, “I wouldn’t be opposed to it. But if you’d prefer…”
“You over here? Yes we’d rather that.” Jimmy said, walking away from his
brother and spreading himself out on Dean’s bed. Dean began divesting himself
of his clothes as Jimmy regained Cas’ attention, “Come here Cassie,” He raised
his hips suggestively.
Cas went over to him, picking up a tube of lube out of Jimmy’s pants pocket as
he went, crawled up his brother’s body and placed his lips to Jimmy’s softly,
“What do you want?”
“Ride me?” Jimmy asked easily.
Cas nodded, uncapping the lube and spreading some over his fingers, reaching
them back so he could spread himself open. Dean came to seat himself on his bed
watching Cas work quickly, wasting no time before he threw his leg over Jimmy’s
waist to straddle him.
“Easy Cassie,” Jimmy said up to him, as Cas hastily removed his fingers and
lubed up his brothers cock.
“What’s the problem Jimmy, we do this all the time.”
“Not this exactly,” He replied, flicking his eyes over to Dean’s watching
figure. Cas gave his brother a questioning look, which was ignored, Jimmy
preferring to line Cas up and drag him down onto his length.
Cas seated himself easily, taking a breath before beginning to move himself up
and down slowly. Jimmy lay back comfortably, hands rubbing at Cas’ thighs as he
enjoyed the tightness of Cas’ hole.
“Winchester, lube up.” Jimmy nudged the bottle over to him.
Dean’s eyebrows raised, his words somewhat articulate, “What? In Cas? Same
time?”
Jimmy smirked, winking up at his brother, “Same time.”
Cas caught on quickly, searching for Dean’s uncertain eyes and nodded, “I can
take it Dean. I want you both.”
Dean nodded after that, reopening the bottle of lube as Cas went back to moving
around on his brother’s cock, his palms resting against Jimmy’s chest. Dean
shifted over, his fingers slick, and trailed them wetly down Cas’ back, past
the crease of his ass and lower.
He could feel the ring of muscle, already stretched tightly around Jimmy’s
length and he was uncertain as he prodded his finger nearer. Dean almost drew
back completely as Cas gave a whimper, but Cas’ arm shot around quickly holding
him in place.
Dean slipped his finger in beside Jimmy’s hard cock and he could feel Cas’ hole
attempting to widen further to accommodate him. He worked it in and out a
couple of times in time with Jimmy’s thrusts, ensuring to spread as much lube
around as he could.
He pressed his lips to Cas’ shoulder, glancing up at the boy and waiting for
his resounding nod before he tried another. His second digit seemed to slip in
easier but a hiss of pain escaped past Cas’ lips and Dean wanted to pull away
again.
He scissored his fingers carefully, the slick feel of Jimmy’s firm cock sliding
beside them making it feel entirely different than normal. Cas felt so much
tighter.
Dean leant down so he could work his arm at a better angle. Moving his fingers
further into Cas’ clenching hole and searching for that spot he knew was close.
When he found it Cas practically howled, his body shuddering and his hands
clutching desperately at his brother’s body.
“Dean you gotta - or I’m gonna -” Cas’ words were ragged, his want evident.
“You sure?” Dean asked into his skin, curling his fingers again so they nudged
against Cas’ prostate.
“Holy fuck –Dean, just do it.”
Dean pulled his fingers out, being quick about moving into position and
replacing them with his pulsating cock.
Dean could only imagine the burn Cas felt as Dean slid in. His hard cock
pressing against Jimmy’s own as he inched in carefully. The tight stretch of
Cas’ hole was incredible. It felt sublime. But Dean wasn’t going to enjoy it
till he knew Cas was okay.
Cas proved himself with no trouble, rocking back firmly onto both cocks and
dragging them into his taut body more rapidly. He grinned as both his brother
and Dean groaned in pleasure.
Jimmy started pumping into him again after that, Dean following his already set
rhythm, and they both continued to split Cas open.
Cas came untouched; his cum splattering across Jimmy’s chest in minutes of
having both cocks inside him. Dean and Jimmy nodded at each other before both
releasing their seed simultaneously. The substance mixing together inside Cas
and across the sheets as they both pulled out of the boy.
Cas collapsed against the bed, his body twitching slightly as he tried to
regulate his breathing. Jimmy pulled himself up against the headboard one side
of Cas and Dean lay next to him on the other.
He waited a few moments, having caught his own air back, and leaned over to
press a damp kiss to Cas’ temple, moving his lips to his ear, “You ok? We
didn’t hurt you, did we?”
Cas chuckled as best he could, twining an exhausted limb out towards Dean and
clutching at his hand, “I’m good,” he smiled meeting Dean’s concerned gaze,
“You’re amazing.”
They all fell asleep, sticky and sated, curled in the comfort of Dean’s bed.
-
Dean woke in his own bed with the unusual feeling of a warm body draped across
his. He blinked his eyes open slowly, sunlight streaming in from the curtains
he hadn’t closed the night before, and gazed down fondly at Cas’ sleeping
figure curled around him.
He ran his hands down his back and over his sides gently, enjoying the feel of
Cas’ smooth skin beneath his fingertips. The other side of the bed was empty,
only an indent in the blankets remaining from where Jimmy must have vacated.
Dean looked back down at the boy in his arms and this time was greeted with
Cas’ owlish blue ones gazing back at him.
“Morning,” Dean smiled.
“Hello Dean,” Cas grinned back, pushing himself up so he could press his lips
to Dean’s softly.
Dean held him there, running their tongues together tenderly for a few moments.
A hint of uncertainty lined at Cas’ features as he pulled back, “Jimmy, uh,
left. But if it was alright, I was hoping I could stay for awhile longer?”
Dean’s smile didn’t falter as he pressed his lips to Cas’ jaw, “You can stay as
long as you like Castiel.”
Cas beamed at him, his fingers lightly tracing along the lines of Dean’s face,
“I was going to make you breakfast, but your supplies are exceedingly low.”
Dean chuckled, “We’ll go out to get some grub. But first we should defiantly
shower,” Dean could feel the uncomfortable layer of dried cum still covering
some of his lower half, and he doubted Cas was any better off.
Cas held his hand tightly as he dragged the older man towards the bathroom. He
enjoyed the way that Dean poked at him playfully as he pulled him under the
spray of pleasantly warm water. Enjoyed the way that Dean ran his hands
everywhere, cleaning him thoroughly, at the same time savoring his body. He
loved it when Dean latched his mouth onto his neck tightly, hoisting him up
with his strength and fucked him deeply against the tiled wall, water mixing
with the cum obscenely dripping down them both.
They went out and purchased Dean enough supplies to at least last what Dean
supposed would be three weeks. He laughed most of the time, watching Cas
determinedly continue to pile each of their baskets full of products and bought
every single item that the boy requested.
Cas made good on his word and, much to Dean’s protesting that it wasn’t
necessary, made Dean breakfast. He presented him with a large pile of pancakes,
topped with a mixture of fruit and ice-cream and syrup. Dean would have been
embarrassed that he scoffed the entire lot down at high speed, if it didn’t
taste so damn delicious.
It became more common than not for it just to be Cas who showed up at Dean’s
place. Or who invited Dean over to the Novak’s. Or who lingered behind in
Dean’s classroom. Jimmy would make an occasional appearance, to no one’s
displeasure, but it was mostly just Cas.
The boy would spend most of his spare time with Dean. Staying behind at school
after hours, smuggling Dean into his house when no one untoward would notice,
going to stay at Dean’s apartment on the weekends.
Sometimes they would still kiss passionately, fall into a tangle of limbs and
fuck each other until neither of them knew which way was up. Other times they
would press their lips together languidly, merely appreciating the feel of the
other against them, needing to do nothing more than hold and caress.
Cas would fall asleep, his head resting in Dean’s lap as he read and the older
man would grade class work. Cas would whisper his hopes and desires late at
night as he lay twisted contently around Dean in Dean’s bed. Dean would speak
to him of his life and everything he still wanted to achieve and see.
It was an obvious change, one that Dean couldn’t deny, when he stopped fucking
around with the Novak Twins and started making love to Castiel.
They moved against each other slower more often. They dispensed of toys and
games and just enjoyed each other. Took pleasure from each other’s company and
craved the barest hint of each other’s touch.
It was more now. And neither one of them wanted to turn back.
-
“Cas seriously this is ridiculous!”
“Shhh, Dean, you’ll get us caught.”
“I’ll get us caught? You’re the one who dragged me into the supply closet!”
Cas shut Dean up much more effectively the next time around, utilizing the
skill of his talented tongue and shoving it down Dean’s throat.
Dean melted automatically against him, allowing Cas to turn them around and
have Dean’s back firmly pressed against a shelving unit, his mind momentarily
forgetting that his kinky Novak had dragged him out of teaching a senior class
and shoved him roughly into the closest janitor’s closet.
“Cas…” Dean sighed against his lips.
“Missed you,” Cas murmured back into his neck.
Dean chuckled, “I saw you yesterday Cas.”
“Too long ago,” Cas said sternly, fastening their mouths back together as he
worked his hands under Dean’s shirt and over his abdomen.
Dean halfheartedly motioned for him to stop his actions, “We’re gonna get
caught Cas.”
Cas smiled into him, “No we won’t, Jimmy and I do this all the time. Trust me
Dean.”
“I’m supposed to be teachingCas.”
“They can take care of themselves for ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes? You expect me to be through with you in ten minutes?”
Cas chuckled licking his way back into Dean’s mouth as Dean pulled him up
closer. Dean grasped at Cas’ waist tightly as Cas twined his hands around the
back of his neck, he lifted the boy the needed amount so Cas could wrap his
legs securely around Dean’s hips and he could spin them around.
Dean kept Cas pinned to the shelves tightly, leaning into him heavily, as Cas
allowed him to take whatever he wanted from the depths of his mouth. They took
what they both sought, Cas dragging Dean closer harshly, as if he was trying to
meld them together.
When Cas readjusted his positioning Dean could clearly feel the hard length of
the boy’s cock trying to burst free of his restricting pants. Dean’s dick gave
an interested twitch at the sensation.  
“What do you want?” Dean asked softly into Cas’ ear.
“Fuck me.” Cas replied, his voice border lining the level of too loud.
Dean rolled his eyes, “Supply closet Cas, remember?”
Dean could hear Cas’ frustrated sigh as he continued to suck into the boy’s
neck, “I don’t care Dean. Spit in your hand. Open me up dry. Just fuck me.”
Dean pulled back, searching Cas’ blue eyes in the dimness of the enclosed space
for any signs that he didn’t want Dean to take him practically dry. Dean
couldn’t help but grin when he didn’t find any. He let Cas away from the
shelves far enough so the boy could drop his feet to the ground. Dean moved his
hands down promptly, skillfully unfastening both their pants and pushing them
out of the way.
Cas’ jeans dropped to the ground completely as Dean lifted him back up, his
legs fastening around Dean’s waist naturally as he linked their mouths back
together. Dean broke away, Cas trying to chase his lips, as he brought up his
right hand, fingers tracing around Cas’ plump mouth teasingly.
“Suck,” He commanded to an easy compliance. Cas drew his digits in filthily,
lapping at them as if they were some sort of life support as he spread his
saliva around.
When Dean pulled them back Cas relinquished them with a wet pop, his eyes
shining brightly as Dean dragged his hand back down to play under Cas’ ass.
Cas moaned quietly as Dean traced around his clenching hole. Teasing him with
his wet digits before slowly inching the first one in. Dean had to remind Cas
to keep quiet as he slid in to the first knuckle, moving carefully against the
friction of Cas’ dry hole.
Cas rocked back down against him, too impatient to wait for Dean to push in
further, and Dean retaliated by adding a second finger.
Dean scissored his fingers slowly. The obvious feel of Cas’ teeth digging into
his neck, as the boy tried to muffle the sounds he wanted to make, caused Dean
to want to plunge in harder, faster.
He restrained himself moderately well; at least stretching Cas with a third
finger before dispensing of the process completely and lining his cock up
instead.
He spread his pre-cum around his cock as best he could, attempting to add
another bit of relief, before sliding up into the boy clutched around him. Cas
clung to his shoulders as he slid down Dean’s shaft. The burn more intensified
than normal.
Cas grinned into Dean’s neck when he could feel Dean’s balls resting against
his ass and he knew he’d made it all the way. Dean gripped his hips tightly, no
doubt leaving fingerprints like he normally did, and helped Cas move back up
slowly.
It took a few gentle slides before Dean slipped into rocking in and out of Cas
smoothly. Cas’ wanting muscles finally giving way enough to offer Dean his
desired access.
Their lips locked back together heatedly once they found their rhythm. Their
tongues twirling together with no amount of etiquette as they felt the tight
coil of heat growing larger within them. Dean wrapped his hand around Cas’
leaking shaft, Cas’ head thumping back onto the shelf behind him, as Dean tried
to bring him as much pleasure as possible.
Dean pulled out of Cas before he came, Cas giving him an undignified grunt of
disproval before Dean groaned at him, “Can’t make a mess Cas.”
Cas rolled his eyes, unhooking his shaky legs from Dean’s waist and falling to
his bare knees at Dean’s feet, swiftly sucking Dean’s throbbing cock down his
throat. It only took a few swirls of Cas’ skilled tongue to have Dean spilling
everything he had; Cas gulping down the milky substance with ease.
Dean copied Cas’ actions and followed him to the ground, pushing Cas roughly
onto his back and dragging the boy’s hips up high enough so he could swallow
him down. Dean pushed his fingers back up Cas’ now slack ass as he sucked at
him. Hollowing his cheeks and working his digits in time with each other to
bring Cas back to the brink of completion.
Cas exploded down the back of Dean’s throat. Dean almost losing some of his
essence and feeling it drip obscenely down his chin. Cas grinned up at him as
Dean released his legs. Crawling himself over into Dean’s lap and licking up
the few drops that the older man had missed.
“Told you it would be worth it,” Cas mumbled against his jaw.
Dean chuckled as he reached for Cas’ fallen clothes, disappointment flooding
him that he now had to return to teaching, “I never doubt you, Cas.”
-
Friday afternoon Jimmy walked into class alone, his eyes squinting when they
landed on Dean behind his desk.
Dean called Jimmy up separately, like everyone else in the class, to hand him
back his latest paper. He dropped his tone as Jimmy leaned heavily on his desk,
“Where’s Cas?”
Jimmy shrugged, a prominent frown dipping at his brow, and dropped his tone
even lower, “Thought he was with you.”
Dean shook his head, a spike of worry immediately shooting down his spine,
“Haven’t seen him.”
Jimmy went back to his seat, a look of concern now obviously clouding his
features, as Dean attempted to continue class as normal.
When Cas finally walked through the door Jimmy was up out of his seat faster
than should have been possible.
Half of Cas’ face was deeply bruised, his lip was cut, and there were splatters
of blood along his collar. He’d clearly tried to clean himself up, but
certainly hadn’t managed a very good job of it.
Jimmy caught his brother by the arm and dragged him back out into the corridor
before Cas even had the chance to take his seat.
Dean hushed the rest of the class quickly, before following them out.
Dean had to pry Jimmy back from his beaten brother so Cas could at least
breathe as Jimmy began almost yelling questions at him, “Who the hell did this
to you Cassie? Where the hell have you been? What other injuries do you have?
Show me. Who was it Cas?”
“Cas what the hell?” Dean added sharply, when Jimmy took a moment to breathe.
“Guy’s, don’t,” Cas’ voice was small, his eyes looking in any direction that
wasn’t the two in front of him, “It’s nothing.”
“Castiel, who the fuck did this to you?!” Jimmy’s tone was demanding as he
edged his way back into Cas’ face.
Cas flinched away from him, “Don’t. It’s not important. Please,” his tone
turned pleading, “Can we just go back into class. Dean you’re supposed to be
teaching.”
Dean barely spared a glance to ensure the hallway was empty before he dragged
Cas into his side, holding him close as he wrapped his arms securely around
Cas’ shoulders. He felt Cas attempt to hide a sob as he clung desperately back.
Dean fished his keys out of his pocket and passed them over to Jimmy. “Go sit
in the Impala, both of you. School’s almost over. I’ll drive you home.”
Jimmy nodded, taking a reluctant Cas back out of Dean’s arms and helping him
out of sight.
Dean was seething for the rest of the lesson. His eyes flicking agitatedly
towards the clock for the remainder of the time, waiting impatiently for the
final bell to toll.
Chuck, a quiet boy who generally sat without a word at the back of Dean’s
class, came up to Dean’s desk when the last of the students were almost out the
door.
“Chuck?” Dean asked quickly, his mind desperately on the two boys out in his
car.
“I don’t know really.But I overheard Alastair and a couple of his friends
saying terrible things about Castiel this morning before gym.” He paused as
Dean’s eyes flicked more intently over to him, “I wouldn’t say anything
generally but Cas is nice. He’s always nice to me and I don’t think he should
be getting hurt. I mean the things they were saying were just terribleand-”
Dean held up his hand, nodding, “I get it. Thanks kid. Seriously. I’ll look
into it.”
Dean didn’t stop for anybody as he all but ran out to the parking lot, yanking
the door to his baby open and barely sparing a glance for Cas and Jimmy who
were curled tightly around one another in the back seat before tearing off down
the road.
He parked hesitantly across the street from the Novak house. Even knowing full
well that the boy’s were expected home soon after school and that the car
parked in the driveway certainly belonged to Mr. Novak, he still didn’t want to
leave.
Jimmy hadn’t let Cas out of his hold the drive over. Jimmy’s arms were still
wrapped around Cas’ form tightly and he was pressing his lips soothingly into
his hair.
Cas’ glassy eyes glanced up at Dean when he felt the rumble of the Impala stop
beneath them.
Cas pushed himself off of Jimmy gingerly, Jimmy’s eyes fixating back onto Cas’
darkened face and swirling between fury and concern. Cas smiled weakly at him,
“Go inside Jim.” Jimmy opened his mouth immediately to protest, “Please. I want
to talk to Dean and I don’t want our parents to come out looking for us.”
Jimmy nodded reluctantly, his face still stony, as he pulled Cas in gently so
he could tenderly press his lips over his brothers.
Cas waited till Jimmy had firmly closed the front door behind himself before he
climbed over the rear of the front seat to sit himself beside Dean. He crawled
himself onto Dean’s lap, wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist, and clung to
him tightly, his body shaking slightly.
Dean held him back; pressing his lips repeatedly into the top of Cas’ hair was
he rocked him slowly. “You gotta tell me what happened Cas.”
“Just teenagers being jerks. You know how high school is Dean.” Cas’ voice was
thick and Dean felt the wet evidence of tears falling onto the front of his
shirt.
“That’s not good enough Castiel!” Dean seized at him, his strength unyielding
as he dragged Cas’ face to look up at his own. “Cas, kid, baby, this isn’t
okay.”
Cas pressed his face into Dean’ neck, wincing when he squashed too hard against
his battered skin.
Dean leaned down to press his mouth to Cas’ cheek that seemed unharmed, Cas
immediately trying to turn into the comfort of his lips. “Was it Alastair?”
Dean asked softly.
The surprise on Cas’ face was genuine, “How did you – Not that I’m saying it
was!”
Dean smiled softly, stroking his fingers lightly over the black forming around
Cas’ eye, “I’m clever. Seriously Cas. I’ll get him expelled for this.”
Cas reached up and took Dean’s hand in his own, locking their fingers together,
“Why? So everyone can call me a coward as well as the gay boy? The boy who lets
his brother fuck him?”
“Do you think that gives him the right to do something like this to you?
Something like this to anyone? No one should ever be treated like this Castiel.
It doesn’t matter what way they choose to live their life. No oneis ever
allowed to touch you without permission, Castiel. You are mine and Jimmy’s you
understand? No one is allowed to hurt you.”
Cas pressed his lips to Dean’s knuckles, a small smile on his lips, “What are
you going to do Dean? Beat him up?”
“You want me to? I’ll go right now. Let me at him. I’ll show him what’s what.”
Cas laughed softly, leaning up to press his mouth chastely against Dean’s jaw
before resting his head back against Dean’s chest.
Dean sighed deeply, running his hands down Cas’ spine gently, “I want you to be
okay Cas.”
“I am. You’ll keep me safe. I know that.”
Dean continued to massage at his shoulder blades, hiding his face back into
Cas’ messy hair till he felt Cas shift. Cas moved up to bring Dean’s face down
to his own, winding his fingers through Dean’s short hair and languidly moving
their lips together carefully.
Cas rocked his hips against Dean’s slowly as Dean ran his warm palms up the
back of Cas’ shirt, over the planes of his back, before bringing them back down
to toy across the back of his waistband.
“You know,” Cas murmured against Dean’s lips, “We’ve never had sex in your car
before.”
Dean bit at Cas’ lip playfully, “We are nothaving sex out the front of parents
house when they’re home Castiel.”
“Come on…” Cas whined into his ear.
“No.” Dean said firmly, even as his palms gripped at Cas’ still clothed ass.
“I promise I’ll make it good. I’ll ride you in this seat. Make it so you
remember it every time you get behind the wheel of your baby.”Cas rocked his
hips more solidly down into Dean’s lap, feeling Dean’s cock begin to stiffen
beneath him.
Dean chuckled, moving his lips to trail up to Cas’ ear, “Maybe I’d rather throw
you down. Pin you to the leather and fuck into your greedy ass so hard you’d
feel it for days.”
“Do it Dean.”
“Not now Cas.”
Cas sighed defeated, ceasing the rocking of his hips but not detaching his lips
or hands from Dean’s skin. “I don’t want to stay here tonight,” Cas turned his
gaze to stare sadly out the window towards his house. “Can I..?”
Dean smiled gently, running his hand around Cas’ cheek and cupping his face
tenderly, “Go inside, you and Jimmy pack, and both of you can come crash at
mine.”
“I wasn’t insinuating for Jimmyto -”
“Jimmy ain’t gonna let you out of his sight, kid. And neither am I. So that’s
your option.”
Cas pressed his lips back to Dean’s, “I’ll be quick,” before climbing out of
Dean’s car and heading inside.
-
It was a week later when Cas told Dean that he loved him.
It was an accident, Dean was nuzzling into his neck playfully while they ate
dessert curled on Dean’s couch, and it just slipped out.
Cas panicked, ridding himself of his bowl and bolting for the door before Dean
even had time to process what had happened. 
Dean caught him around the waist before he was over the threshold, dragging Cas
back inside and ducking his head to press his mouth against Cas’ fiercely. He
held the boy close to him, running his hands excitedly through Cas’ messy hair,
as he tangled their tongues flawlessly around one another.
There were only three words falling from Dean’s mouth when he pulled back.
Three words that alighted Cas with something brighter than he had ever seen.
 Three words that twined them closer together when they collapsed, sweating,
panting, into Dean’s bed that night.
Dean had never let himself say those words to anyone who wasn’t family before.
Never wanted to say it before. He’d never been so attached to someone, someone
who properly wanted to be called his.
Dean was sure he’d never grow tired of telling Cas that he loved him and he was
positive he’d never want to let him go.
-
When Dean was informed that Mrs. Jeffrey’s, the teacher he was subbing for, had
now made plans to not return to the school and he was asked to remain on the
teaching staff permanently, he was sure the thrill of joy that ran through him
had nothing to do with the job.
He was hesitant however, didn’t want to jump to conclusions, and told the
Principal he’d have to sleep on the idea.
He showed Cas the permanent position papers that evening, and the boy had a pen
shoved into Dean’s hand to sign before he even finished explaining.
The grin that spread across Cas’ face was brighter than normal, his eyes
shining and his actions unhesitant as he dragged Dean against him that night.
Dean wasn’t going anywhere; and Cas was overjoyed.
-
Jimmy and Cas turned seventeen with a large party and much excitement.
They kept their class jovial the entire day, no teacher even attempting to
string two sentences together, as they shared the abundant amount of sugary
candy they managed to acquire.
They, well mostly Jimmy, threw a party at their house the following Saturday
night while their parents were out of town.
It was loud, the neighbors probably complaining numerous times, and quite large
as most of the junior level and some of the younger and older kids showed up.
Cas called Dean sometime after eleven, when he was relatively sure everyone was
too intoxicated if he vacated early, and Dean drove by to pick him up and take
him back to the apartment. Leaving Jimmy and his numerous admirers to their
fun.
Cas had his lips fastened to Dean’s neck as the older man attempted to drive.
Cas’ hand edging down to palm at Dean’s rapidly filling cock, making it
incredibly difficult for Dean to shift gears. When Dean had to stop for the few
red lights they faced, he inclined his head in Cas’ direction and kissed him
passionately.
Cas flicked his eyes around in confusion when Dean pulled the car to a stop and
realized they weren’t anywhere near Dean’s apartment block.
They were parked looking out over the coastline, the moon shining down on the
rippling waves of the ocean.
Cas raised his eyebrows looking at Dean questioningly, Dean shrugged, “I’ve
always liked the water. It’s one of the reasons I first wanted to come work in
Cali. It’s nice out here. I didn’t want to take you home yet.”
Cas grinned as Dean pulled him into his lap properly, hands fisting up into
Cas’ hair as Cas began to undo the buttons down the front of Dean’s shirt.
“Finally going to let me desecrate your car?” Cas asked teasingly into his ear.
“Consider it part of your birthday gift,” Dean chuckled, shucking Cas’ shirt up
over his head and throwing it carelessly into the backseat.
They stripped each other quickly, hands moving over the other with what was now
familiar ease as they pressed their tongues against one another.
Dean lay Cas down carefully across the front seat, Cas’ sweaty skin sticking
obscenely to the leather beneath him. He worked him open quickly, Cas writhing
wantonly beneath him in minutes, as Dean brushed his fingers over Cas’ prostate
repeatedly.
Dean had lost count how many times he’d fucked Cas. It didn’t matter how many
times it had been, or how many more were still to come, it was always
different. The feel of Cas’ perfect heat surrounding him was always just that;
perfect.
They climaxed together. Dean not caring that he’d have to properly clean the
seats to remove the obvious mess that they made. Dean bundled Cas up against
his chest, the both of them coming down off their highs mutually.
Dean pressed his lips to Cas’ temple when he was sure both their brains were
functioning at their proper level again, “Your actual present is in the trunk.”
Cas glanced up at him surprised, “Dean, you didn’t have to get me anything.”
Dean grinned, “You mightn’t like it. I might have to take it back.”
Cas scrambled out of the car quickly at that, pulling just his jeans over his
naked hips and slipping Dean’s shirt on his shoulders.
Dean pulled his pants on slower, climbing out of his car, and waiting for Cas
to come back around in anticipation.
Cas’ eyes were aglow when Dean next caught sight of his face, “Sorry I didn’t
have time to wrap it,” Dean mumbled, but Cas was hardly paying attention.
His eyes were transfixed on the pristine set of historical art books Dean had
gotten him, along with the impressive leather bound sketch pad.
Dean shrugged to himself when Cas remained silent, “You like art and stuff, so
thought they could come in handy.”
Dean chuckled when the next second he was practically bowled over and had an
arm full of Novak. Cas’ arms clinging tightly around his neck as he hoisted
himself up and kissed Dean enthusiastically.
“It’s brilliant Dean!” another kiss, “its amazing!” and another, “You’re
amazing.”
He slowed down, melting them together more intensely, marveling in the way Dean
was clutching onto him as if he was the most precious thing in the world.
Dean fastened his hand tightly with Cas’ as he walked back around to the trunk,
pulling out a folded blanket and tucking it under his arm, before securely
locking Cas’ gifts back in.
We walked them around to the hood, laying the soft cover out over the metal
before pulling Cas to sit up on it with him.
They curled around each other, lazily stroking hands along the lines of the
other’s body as they shared languid kisses, the ocean as their backdrop.
“Only twelve months to go,” Cas murmured softly into Dean’s neck.
“A year till what, Cas?” Dean asked back, his fingers getting lost in the
tangle of Cas’ locks.
“Till I’m eighteen, finished with high school, and we can do this all the time
out in the open. Not care who sees or what anyone thinks,” Cas mumbled, his
words becoming more unintelligible as sleep pulled at his consciousness.
Dean laughed softly, “You can move in, go to college, do whatever you want to.”
Dean traced his palm down Cas’ arm till he found his hand and linked their
fingers together tightly.
“You’ll let me?” Cas asked softly, “Move in and stuff.”
“You’d already be living with me if we could pull it off Cas.”
Cas smiled into Dean’s skin, “Good.”
They both drifted off, tangled resolutely together on the hood of the Impala,
Dean only just managing to mumble a soft “Happy Birthday Castiel.”
 His lips grazed at Cas’ softly, Cas leaning instinctively into the caress,
before he slipped blissfully into sleep.
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