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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Castiel_(Supernatural), Minor_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Teacher-Student
      Relationship, Teacher_Dean, Student_Castiel, Twink_Castiel, Daddy_Kink,
      POV_Dean_Winchester, Jailbait_Castiel, Possessive_Dean, Butt_Plugs,
      Frottage, Blow_Jobs, Panties, Panty_Kink, Anal_Sex, Rimming, Prompt_Fic,
      Explicit_Language, Mild_S&M, Fluff_and_Smut, Dean_really_likes_Cas_okay?,
      Porn_with_Feelings, Smutty, Dean_Winchester_Has_Issues, I'm_Bad_At
      Tagging, Not_Beta_Read, Dom/sub_Undertones
  Series:
      Part 1 of Lush_life
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-11 Words: 8883
****** What matters is now ******
by zation
Summary
     Original prompt: something from Dean's POV with twink!Cas, 16 y.o.?
     And an older Dean, like on his thirties so they keep it down a bit in
     public even if it's very hard because Cas is... well, Cas, but you
     know, jailbait? And Cas drives Dean crazy because he's always getting
     the attention of other guys and men but he doesn't do it on purpose
     he's just that pretty and naive, so Dean gets very very jealous and
     possesive? If you want to throw in also a Daddy!kink it's alright
     Or,
     The one where Dean can’t keep his hands to himself and where Cas
     doesn’t want him to.
Notes
     My second prompt fic! I’m totally blushing and preening at the same
     time you guys! XD
     And yeah, so this totally got a lot pornier than I had intended… But
     I regret nothing! I do know, however, that it doesn’t really address
     all the points in the prompt, but I still hope you like it because I
     sure as hell loved writing it <3
     Please read the tags and be mindful that there is filthy language in
     here (as if my other fics don’t have it…). Some may be offended by
     it, stay safe!
     I also took the liberty of making Dean the P.E. teacher because holy
     bowlegs, Batman!
      
                                        
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It wasn’t like Dean had meant for it to happen, not really. He was actually
quite innocent because it wasn’t that weird for the P.E. teacher to be found in
the boys’ locker room after the last class had fled home for the day.
So, yeah, that wasn’t what was weird. What made it weird, however, was how he
kind of hid behind a locker when young Castiel Novak walked out of the showers.
For a long time Dean could never say what had prompted him to hide but if he
would’ve been a man about it he would’ve admitted it was the pretty flush that
covered the boy’s slender body that had made him pause.
Because let’s get this one straight, Castiel fucking Novak was the most
beautiful child/boy/person Dean had ever seen. Oh, he had known the first time
he had laid eyes on the boy that he was truly fucked. And Castiel looked so
young, too. Dean had seriously had to check the boy’s records to see that,
yeah, he really was supposed to be in Dean’s sophomore class at Lawrence High.
But shit, every Thursday afternoon had quickly turned into a both horrible and
wonderful exercise for Dean in both patience and restraint. It was, on the one
hand, indescribably awesome watching Castiel run around with his peers, his
wide blue eyes full of laughter and his fluffy hair ruffled and thick with
sweat. And at the same time it was painfully tempting seeing Castiel’s tight
little jailbait ass. And Castiel was such a diligent student, too. God, Dean
would never forgive himself for the nasty, wonderful thoughts that haunted him
and made his jerk-offs better while at the same time fueling his guilt.
So, yeah, Dean was a total creep but that didn’t mean he had meant to do
anything about it. Was in fact never, ever going to. Until this Thursday. Until
he saw Castiel’s slim, almost hairless body as he trotted out the showers,
steam billowing out after him, his body all pink from the heat.
Dean couldn’t help himself, had to press back against the row of lockers behind
Castiel’s and just watch as the boy hummed to himself, walking around naked as
he rubbed his hair dry. He had no idea why Cas was still in school and alone at
that but he wasn’t about to fucking ask, that was for sure.
Nope, he just watched as Castiel tossed his towel down on the bench behind him
and turned to his locker. He bent in a little as he rummaged around in it and
fuck, his hips canted up so temptingly Dean had to bite his lip to keep from
saying anything. He was already fattening up in his gym shorts but he had to
fucking get a handle on himself. He wanted nothing more than to walk up to the
teen and press his dick between those round little globes, though.
It was ridiculous, of course. Dean was the boy’s teacher and twice his age but
that didn’t stop his dick from perking up every time Castiel called his name in
class or looked at him with his big eyes. God, the kid always looked so
attentive it made Dean want to do indecent things to him. He wanted to kiss
him, run his hands all over his body until he was trembling. Wanted to suck on
his little prick and pinch his perky nipples. Wanted to grip his thick hair as
he forced his dick down the boy’s tight throat. Wanted to make him cry with the
force of it and still have him swallow. God help him, Dean wanted to hold the
kid in his arms as they slept after having mind-blowing sex.
Yeah, Dean was royally fucked alright but he had kept it in check these last
six months. Had only watched and sometimes spoken to the boy. Had once or twice
let his hand linger on the boy’s slender shoulder but it had never gone beyond
that.
But now here he was, lurking in the shadows as Castiel stood naked just a few
feet away, unbeknownst of Dean’s hungry eyes and raging hard-on.
Still, it wasn’t like Dean had planned on doing anything when he first realized
they were alone in the locker room. No, this was just a weird situation that
would forever remain just that except…
Except it was totally made super-weird when Castiel straightened with a shit-
eating grin, holding a pair of blue satin panties and Dean fucking stopped
breathing for a moment there.
"Fuck." He whispered and watched with round eyes as Castiel bent down to step
into the panties, pulling them up his supple legs while wriggling his tight
butt.
He made a little hop at the end, just kind of adjusting his ass and then
started tucking in his round balls and little dick and Dean was fucking walking
up to him right the fuck now. He just couldn’t, wouldn’t, stand there in the
shadows and not do something about this because his little twink-fantasy was
wearing a goddamn pair of almost-too-small-panties, right in front of him.
Castiel jumped almost a foot into the air when he noticed Dean approaching him.
"M-Mr. Winchester." He squeaked in that voice that drove Dean insane. Fuck how
he wanted to hear it scream his name in ecstasy.
Castiel made to reach for his towel but Dean just snarled and kicked the bench
away. Castiel stared at him with round, frightened eyes and Dean didn’t know if
he loved it or wanted to comfort the boy. He couldn’t think straight enough to
cam down, though, and he was already too close to Castiel’s intoxicating smell
to think about anything else than burying his nose in the boy’s hair.
He crowded the boy’s smaller frame up against the locker and Castiel squeaked
again but did nothing to push Dean away.
"What’s this, Cas?" Dean asked in a low purr, tracing the edge of the panties.
"I hardly think this is according to school regulations."
Castiel let out a shaky breath. "I-I’m sorry."
"I’m not." Dean breathed when he noticed how the boy’s dick filled slowly.
Castiel’s breath hitched at Dean’s words and Dean didn’t even know what the
hell he was doing, let alone thinking. All he knew was that he wanted the boy
so much it physically hurt, and not just because his fat dick was too big for
his tight shorts. "They look a little small, though." He mumbled and hooked one
finger on the edge to pull the panties out a little.
Castiel’s dick jumped and Dean watched in fascination how the boy’s eyelids
fluttered. "They’re… They’re my sister’s."
Dean’s mouth went completely dry. "Your sister’s?" he croaked and his mind
supplied helpful images of Castiel’s freshman sister, ginger-haired and pretty.
Not nearly as pretty as Castiel, though.
Castiel closed his eyes and thumped his head back against the locker. Dean took
the moment to gather his thoughts and he was actually a little startled at his
own actions. This was basically sexual harassment and Castiel was underage.
Still, the boy’s breathing was a little uneven and his dick was getting harder
and harder by the second. Dean stared unbelievingly at it. Was… was Castiel
getting off on this?
"You weren’t supposed to know." Castiel sighed in a defeated tone and Dean’s
head snapped up so fast his neck hurt.
"What?"
Castiel still had his eyes closed and he was pressing his upper back against
the locker even as his pelvis jutted out, almost seeking Dean’s heat. He
swallowed audibly and opened his blue eyes to stare directly, and incredibly
boldly, at Dean’s stunned face.
"Remember that time I got hit by the dodge ball?"
Dean got a mental whiplash and his dick was screaming at him to dismiss
whatever the boy was talking about but no, this was important to Castiel, he
could tell, and that somehow made it important to Dean, too. Fuck you, dick.
"Yeah, you got a nosebleed."
Castiel nodded and shifted on his feet. Only then did Dean realize that Castiel
was still hard and Dean still had his finger just inside the panties. He tried
to get moisture going in his mouth as Castiel stared determinedly at him.
"You took me to your office and left me to get paper towels." He bit his plump
lower lip and Dean couldn’t help groaning at the bashful look. Fuck, a shiver
went through Castiel at the sound and Dean was fast approaching his breaking
point. "I… You hadn’t closed your drawer completely, I looked inside."
"I’m not following." Dean admitted breathlessly when Castiel had paused long
enough for him to understand that he should know what this was about.
Castiel shifted on his feet again, blushing prettily. "I saw the magazines." He
whispered and it took another heartbeat before realization dawned for Dean.
"The gay magazines." Dean mumbled and Castiel blushed harder, looking anywhere
but Dean.
"Th-the men in them had panties and…"
"And you liked it?" Dean ventured when Castiel quieted. It made Castiel nod
slowly and Dean couldn’t help pressing closer. "Yeah, you fucking did. Fuck,
Cas."
Castiel looked up at him with big eyes and shit, his pupils were lust-blown now
and Dean groaned again when he saw. Castiel put his hands on Dean’s chest but
didn’t push in the slightest. No he just bunched Dean’s t-shirt in his fists
and met the press of Dean’s body.
"Do you like it when men wear panties?" he asked innocently and fuck, just
fuck.
Dean bent down to breathe against Castiel’s ear and Castiel craned his neck to
the side to make room. "I do." He pressed out and could feel Castiel shaking in
his arms.
"I wear them for you."
The sound Dean let out at that was animalistic and Castiel responded with a
whimper so needy that Dean thought he was going to blow right then and there.
He got a grip on Castiel’s tight butt and shoved the boy against him as he
rolled his hips to crush their dicks together.
"Oh! Dean, I—"
"Yeah, that’s right." Dean bit out when Castiel cut himself off with a moan.
"Say my name, Cas." He massaged Castiel’s ass, longing to press between his
cheeks. Castiel’s dick jumped and he tugged at Dean’s t-shirt. "You like
wearing panties for me, don’t you? Fuck, you’re so pretty." He growled and
sucked on Castiel’s neck as the boy bucked to meet the pace of Dean’s rolling
hips.
"D-Dean."
"Do you even know how difficult it is for me? Watching you but never touching?"
Castiel gasped and put his leg up against Dean’s hip. Dean gripped it and
pressed Castiel up against the locker as he grabbed the other as well, pulling
the boy up to be able to grind harder against him. Castiel snaked his slim legs
around Dean’s waist and moaned wantonly.
"I’ve seen you watching, Dean." Castiel admitted and Dean had to bury his face
against the boy’s neck at that. "And I liked it. I’ve been wearing my panties
every Thursday, thinking about you watching me in them. I never intended to say
anything because I didn’t dare but I love your eyes on me."
"Fuck, Cas." Dean murmured and Castiel didn’t slow his hips in the least.
"Do it, Dean." He whined and Dean could fucking think anymore. He just needed
too much in that moment to be coherent.
His fingers dug in at Castiel’s slim hips, no doubt leaving marks and Dean
loved it. Loved how blemish-free Castiel’s pale body was, like a canvas for
Dean to paint and mark, only for him.
"Anyone else see you in these?" he growled and mouthed at Castiel’s neck.
"N-no." Castiel stated and managed to sound scandalized at the notion even as
they bucked against each other, his little dick peeking over the edge of his
own sister’s panties.
"Good."
God, Dean felt possessive over this boy and how could he not? Between Castiel’s
regular bashfulness and this hidden naughty side he was everything Dean had
ever wanted. He would surely go to hell for this but if the price was Castiel,
panting and writhing beneath him, then Dean would gladly accept his faith.
Hell, he might even thank the devil for this obvious temptation.
"Dean." Castiel suddenly whined and Dean could feel him shaking, his hips
thrusting erratically.
"You gonna come, Cas?" Dean asked and felt much more surprised than he sounded,
as if the mere thought that Castiel actually liked this enough to actually
orgasm was ridiculous. As if a teenage boy wouldn’t be able to come from just
some grinding. "You gonna soil your pretty panties?"
Castiel whined wordlessly and banged his head back against the locker. Dean
moved one of his hands from the teen’s hip to cradle his head and fucking
finally leaned in to kiss him. Castiel’s hips stuttered and he opened up
immediately, snaking his tongue around Dean’s in a clear display of
submissiveness, moaning as Dean deepened the kiss. He nipped at the boy’s plump
lips and Castiel was back to shaking uncontrollably.
"Fuck, Cas, you’re so fucking pretty." Dean groaned and smirked when Castiel
whimpered out a protest as he let the boy down.
"D-Dean?" he asked and Dean loved how Castiel’s lips were all kiss-swollen and
slick.
"Down on your knees, baby." He mumbled as traced his thumb along Castiel’s
lower lip. The boy trembled and immediately complied. Dean all but ripped his
shorts open when Castiel sat on his knees and fucking opened his mouth.
"Fucking hell." Dean murmured and stroked the boy’s soft hair. "I need to be
inside you so damn bad but not here, not gonna fuck you here."
Castiel whined and pressed his thighs together even as he rose to meet Dean’s
dick with his mouth. Dean groaned deeply when he fed his fat cock into
Castiel’s awaiting mouth and god-fucking-damnit, he didn’t think he would last
even half as long as he wanted to.
"Look so good taking my dick, Cas. Fuck, baby." Dean stroked Castiel’s hair as
the boy started seriously bobbing his head, taking more and more of Dean every
time. He had his little hands on Dean’s hips, fisting the shorts and Dean could
see the boy’s hips jerking slightly. Shit, he really must need friction down
there…
Dean stopped Castiel by gripping his hair and holding him still as he changed
his stance. The teen looked up at Dean through tear-stained eyes and God, they
glittered like sapphires.
"Love you like this, Cas." Dean mumbled affectionately and caressed the boys
head as he started sucking on Dean’s throbbing dick. "Prettiest I’ve ever
seen." He put his weight on his left foot, lifting the other to press down
gently on Castiel’s straining dick.
Castiel made a strangled sound and Dean at first thought he had hurt him but
before he could remove his foot the boy grabbed it and pressed it down harder.
He pulled off Dean’s dick with a loud gasp.
"Dean!"
He jerked Dean off while grinding up against Dean’s foot and fucking hell, it
was the hottest thing Dean had ever seen.
"Gonna come, Cas?" he asked in a rasp, feeling his own orgasm teetering just
there with Castiel’s wanton display right in front of him. "Gonna be a good boy
and come for me?"
"Yes." Castiel pressed out in a whine and Dean didn’t fucking miss the way
Castiel’s whole body arched.
"You liked that?" he asked breathlessly, hardly believing himself to be so
lucky. "You like being a good boy for me? Tell me, boy."
"G-gonna come, daddy."
"Oh, fuck."
Dean gripped the base of his dick hard as Castiel let go when he came. His
whole body went taut and he pressed Dean’s foot down on his dick so hard Dean
thought it had to hurt. But Cas was groaning prettily and his cock was
pulsating so hard Dean felt it through the sole of his sneaker.
Castiel shimmied up to Dean as soon as Dean removed his foot from the boy’s
slack grip. He was delirious with want and need and fucking hell, he was going
to burst any second from watching Castiel come.
"Give it to me, daddy." Castiel whined needily and sucked Dean down again.
"Fuck yes, take it, baby." Dean groaned and couldn’t stop his hips from
twitching when he felt himself curl down Castiel’s greedy throat.
Castiel hummed in agreement and that was all he wrote. Dean tipped over the
edge with a ragged shout, spilling deep down Castiel and fuck, his senses
zeroed in on the sensation of Castiel around him, the sounds the boy was making
and the scent of sex. And holy fucking hell, he had just had sex with his
student.
"Jesus Christ." Dean gasped when he could fucking finally breathe again.
When he looked down he saw that Castiel was sitting on his rump, happily
licking his fingers as he cleaned off what had dribbled down his chin. Who the
fuck knew demure Castiel Novak could act so goddamn lewdly? Dean sure as hell
was surprised but by God, did he like it.
He sat down on the bench when his legs threatened to give out and carded one
hand through his sweaty hair as he half-heartedly tried tucking his dick in. He
stopped trying when Castiel walked over on his knees to help him. Only then did
Dean see the mess that had become of Castiel’s pretty panties.
"Sorry about that." Dean mumbled and traced the edge of the panties. Castiel
looked down at where Dean was touching him. "I’ll buy you a new pair."
Wait? What the fuck was he saying? They shouldn’t goddamn continue with this.
They should just part ways and never ever speak of it again, right?
But Dean found himself unable to pull his hands away and he certainly couldn’t
make himself push the boy away. And he definitely couldn’t protest when Castiel
turned his wonderfully blue eyes to him, smiling like a little dork. Before
Dean could protest Castiel had climbed up to sit straddled over Dean’s lap.
"With lace?" the boy asked coquettishly and Dean’s last argument crumbled. He
knew he was the boy’s teacher, he knew he was too old, he knew Castiel was
underage, and he definitely knew how wrong all of this was and how fucked up he
was for wanting Castiel all the more but fuck, if God hadn’t wanted Dean to
take Castiel then maybe the boy shouldn’t have been allowed to be so pretty, so
there, argument finished.
Instead, Dean put his arms around Castiel’s slender back and pulled the boy
closer to kiss him languidly. "I’ll buy you anything you want, baby."
Castiel looked up at Dean through his thick lashes, a slight flush spreading
across his cheeks. "Thank you, daddy." He mumbled and fuck, Dean had never
before wanted to play out the daddy-kink but if that was what Castiel wanted
then Dean fucking wanted it too.
He smiled and pecked Castiel on his temple. "Anything for my pretty boy."


                                     *****


Starting a secret relationship with his 16-year-old student was simultaneously
the best and the worst decision of Dean’s adult life. On the one hand it was
awesome because Cas was awesome. The kid was willing to do pretty much
everything and Dean got this warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest whenever Cas
smiled at him.
On the other hand, Dean got all fuzzy and warm when his student smiled at him.
Sometimes in school. Sometimes even in class. And it was fucking difficult not
letting on because, sure, students got crushes on their teachers all the time —
heck, half of the girls in Lawrence High were eye-fucking Dean on a daily basis
— but it was a whole other matter for the teacher to crush back. So Dean had to
tamp down on his emotions but it was really, really difficult.
And, to be perfectly honest, it wasn’t just difficult because Cas was hell-bent
on showing his affection as if he didn’t understand how it could be bad. As if
he didn’t know that him smiling and wriggling his tight little hips almost
unknowingly always got Dean hot and hard in about a second. Fucking hell, it
was as if Dean was the goddamn teenager…
No, what was the most difficult was watching Cas trot about and not getting to
touch him like he wanted to but always getting to watch how fucking everyone
else stared at Cas. It was as if their relationship had opened Dean’s eyes or
something because suddenly it felt like the whole goddamn school wanted to fuck
Cas. His Cas.
Fuck, Dean hadn’t been so possessive of a lover before but the on the other
hand he hadn’t really liked any of his lovers before. At least not like this.
And it irked Dean to no end having to watch every horny teenage stare as Cas
flaunted his perky ass. Honestly, if was as if the boy had no fucking idea he
was attracting attention from someone else other than Dean. And Dean could do
nothing but grit his teeth, bear with it and fuck Cas into oblivion when they
got alone, just to remind him whom he belonged to. As if Cas didn’t already
know. Dean wasn’t even sure if the kid was teasing him to get the rise out of
him or if he really was unwittingly drawing the attention.
Three months into their relationship Dean was going crazy staring down
competitors and having to deal with his own inappropriate boners. He was just
glad Cas had tricked his parents into believing he was working after school,
helping Dean with his garden or whatever, so they could be alone and not look
that weird. The school didn’t know, of course, and Dean made sure it would stay
that way.
Dean was standing in front of the bulletin board, sipping his morning coffee,
when Cas came to school that Tuesday, little over the three month mark. Not
that Dean was keeping count.
"Good morning, Mr. Winchester." Cas announced cheerily and Dean could see Cas’
red-headed sister roll her eyes and mouth suck up to Cas. Dean smirked and
thought she didn’t know the half of it. Cas was an excellent cock-sucker and
damn, Dean’s dick was twitching just thinking about it. They usually messed
around after P.E. on Thursdays and Thursday suddenly seemed a long way away
considering Cas couldn’t very well "work" for Dean every week of the day.
"‘Morning, Novak." Dean grunted in response and his heart did this flippity-
flop when Cas smiled at him. God, he wanted to hug and kiss Cas. He wanted to
wake up every morning next to the kid and deal with his morning grumpiness by
making him bacon and eggs. They had been seeing each other for three months but
Dean still didn’t know how Cas liked his morning coffee and it fucking hurt,
not being allowed.
Cas and his sister walked past him as if nothing out of the ordinary was going
on and Dean congratulated himself on not having grabbed Cas as the boy walked
by a little too close.
Cas puttered around in his locker and Dean lingered by the bulletin board much
longer than strictly necessary but fuck, he just wanted to be close to the boy
and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say that Cas wanted the same. He saw the
kid sneaking looks at him more than once and Dean couldn’t help feeling smug
about it.
Then suddenly there was a loud sound and Dean turned around to see a group of
boys Cas’ age crowding Cas. One of them had obviously slammed Cas’ locker shut.
Dean frowned but Cas just sighed.
"What do you want, Fergus?" Cas mumbled and attempted to open his locker again.
One of the guys leaned on it and Cas glared at him.
"Just seeing how you’re doing, love." One of the other boys responded and Dean
recognized him as Fergus Crowley, the kid who always had an excuse not to
exercise during P.E. "You’ve missed quite a few parties now, we’re missing
you."
Cas rolled his eyes and Dean tried not to squeeze his paper coffee mug in his
fist. "I’ve been busy."
"I can tell." Crowley all but purred and Dean had to grit his teeth not to say
anything but God, he wanted to smack the kid’s face against the lockers because
he was obviously flirting with Cas. Fuck, wasn’t Cas aware?
"Cut it out, Fergus. I need my books." Cas said in that little whine of his
that usually made Dean tremble with desire and fuck if it didn’t work just as
well with this other boy, Dean could see even from this distance. He wondered
angrily what kind of relationship Cas really had with this Crowley and what
kind of parties they were talking about. He realized with increasing dread that
he didn’t know much of anything about Cas’ social life.
Crowley laughed jovially and the boy that had been blocking Cas’ locker moved
away when he nodded at him. "Sure, love. Wouldn’t want to impede on your
studies."
Cas rolled his eyes again and it was very clear to Dean that the two boys were
close friends, or something like it. His heart felt ice cold with the
realization that Cas had a whole other life outside of Dean. He had known all
along, of course, that logically Cas had friends and perhaps even past
boyfriends with a body like that but he just hadn’t really realized until now
how Cas maybe didn’t need him like he needed the boy. Fuck, his heart felt cold
and his blood boiled at the same time, just thinking about Cas being embraced
by someone else.
"Whatever, Fergus." Cas said and bent in to get his books.
Dean watched with eyes red from jealousy how one of the other boys arched an
eyebrow at Cas’ round little ass and then shared a look with that Crowley kid.
Crowley smirked and the boy grinned back in response before grabbing the waist
band of Cas’ boxers and yanking them up, yelling "Wedgie!" at the top of his
lungs before running off laughing with his friends. Dean crushed his paper mug
and what was left of his coffee spilled out over his white-knuckled fist.
Cas yelped indignantly and turned a red face to Crowley who lingered, still
smirking. "Pretty as ever, Cassie." Crowley leered and smacked Cas on his
buttocks.
"Fuck you, Fergus." Cas bit out and tried to get his underwear under control
even as he batted Crowley’s hand away.
"Any time, love." Crowley simpered and Dean was already making his way over to
them.
"What’s going on here?" he demanded in his best teacher-voice and both boys
turned to him.
"Nothing, Mr. Winchester." Crowley grinned and Dean wanted to sock him in his
smug face.
"I-It’s alright, Mr. Winchester." Cas agreed and Dean couldn’t really look at
him without betraying his feelings more than he already had.
"Get to class before I put you in detention." Dean hissed at Crowley who made a
sour face.
"For what, talking to my friend?"
"Tardiness is not looked kindly upon, Mr. Crowley." Dean bit out and Crowley
sneered at him but relented by walking away. Dean had no idea of knowing if he
really went to class or just walked away to torment someone else but he didn’t
care in the slightest. He was just concerned with getting that kid’s lecherous
hands off of Cas and mission fucking accomplished.
"Dean." Cas mumbled in a low voice, his little hand suddenly on Dean’s flexing
bicep. "It wasn’t that bad."
"He was fucking touching you." Dean hissed, his face inappropriately close to
Cas’ stunned face. Fuck, the kid looked beautiful like this, all flushed and
confused.
"Dean?"
"Come here." Dean grunted and dragged Cas with him to his office.
"I’m gonna be late, Dean." Cas whispered fervently as Dean pushed him inside
and slammed the door shut behind them before grabbing Cas again and pressing
him up against the door.
"I’ll write you a fucking slip." Dean growled and leaned in to mouth at the
boy’s neck.
Cas keened and flung his head back. He pawed at Dean’s sides and Dean could
feel the teen already fattening up in his jeans. God, he couldn’t get enough of
Cas. He felt like a horny teenager himself just looking at the boy and like
this, with Cas writhing in his arms, Dean got so hard so fast he saw little
black spots dance around before his eyes.
"Dean, I don’t understand." Cas moaned and grabbed Dean’s shirt to pull him
closer. "Are you mad?"
"You’re fucking right I’m mad." Dean stated heatedly and felt Cas jerk as if
slapped. "But not at you, baby, never at you." He hastened to add and forced
himself to calm down a little. He was beginning to realize he was scaring the
boy, even though Cas was obviously aroused by Dean’s display of dominance. "I
need you to be mine."
"What do you mean?" Cas asked, his eyes round with confusion. "I don’t want to
be anyone else’s either."
Dean swallowed hard and leaned his forehead against Cas’, enjoying the feel of
the boy’s breath on his face. "I can’t have other people touching you like that
guy."
"You mean Fergus?"
"Yeah, what’s his fucking deal?" Cas glanced away at that and it made Dean
growl angrily. "He hot for you?"
"We… We used to do stuff."
The sound that Dean let out at that was too close to a whimper for him to be
comfortable with himself. He gathered Cas closer and was thrilled when he felt
that the boy’s dick was still hard.
"I can’t stand it." Dean breathed against Cas’ cheek. "Other people looking at
my boy, touching you." He put his hands under Cas’ rump and pulled him up. Cas
wrapped his legs around Dean’s waist and rolled his hips minutely.
"Please, daddy." Cas whined and Dean kissed the boy’s face sloppily.
"Yeah, baby, daddy’s here."
Cas keened again and Dean relented, finally kissing Cas like he wanted to.
Aggressively, demandingly, possessively. Cas gasped and shuddered in his grasp
and Dean thought there was no better feeling than Cas’ body against his. Fuck,
Dean was hard already but they couldn’t do anything now. Didn’t have time, for
one, plus Cas was terrible at keeping it down and they couldn’t risk anyone
hearing them. Not that Dean ever wanted Cas to keep it down because God, he
could come listening to the boy’s pleasurable noises, but he was selfish enough
to want to keep them to himself. Plus, they were still at school. If the
principal were to find them right now he doubted it would matter whether Cas
had been in on it or not and he couldn’t fuck his boy if he went to jail.
"Daddy, I want you." Cas mewled when Dean dug his finger into the meat of Cas’
ass. "I never want anyone else, I swear it. No one takes care of me like daddy
does."
"Fuck, baby." Dean groaned and nipped at the boy’s taut neck. He could feel his
own dick sweating out beads of precome and he was seriously starting to lose
his mind. If they kept this up he really would end up fucking the boy.
"I swear it, I swear it." Cas was babbling. "Just used Fergus because I didn’t
think I could have you. Oh, daddy, please fuck me. Need you so bad."
"Holy shit, Cas." Dean mumbled, completely overtaken by the boy’s desperation.
Cas was always Jonesying for Dean’s touches and dick but this was something
else. Dean fucking loved it. "Don’t have time now, baby." He mumbled and eased
the protesting boy down. He turned him around and yanked Cas’ jeans down,
revealing his round butt cheeks in his boxers. Dean really wished Cas could
wear panties every day but he understood that it was risky enough as it was.
Especially if douches like that other kid were going around yanking on Cas’
underwear all the fucking time.
Cas moaned and canted his hips up, spreading his legs and Dean couldn’t fucking
take it. He pulled the boy’s boxers down as well and grabbed one globe in each
hand to spread Cas open before he leaned in and licked a wide stripe up the
boy’s hole.
Cas thumped his forehead against the door and Dean could really hear him trying
to conceal his desperate whimpers. Fuck, Dean was faring no better himself and
he wondered why he tortured himself. Except hearing Cas falling apart like this
was rewarding in itself and Dean couldn’t get enough of it.
"You’re gonna tell your parents that I needed extra help today." Dean murmured
as he ate Cas out. Cas was shaking and making all the right sounds. "I’m gonna
open you up real nice, put that plug you left in here last Thursday, and then
I’m gonna pick you up after school and take you home. Gonna fuck you real
good."
"D-daddy." Cas whined and pushed back on Dean’s probing tongue. "I-I can’t, I
need you now."
"Fuck, I need you too, baby. You have no fucking idea." Dean groaned deeper
than Cas when he inserted his first finger and the boy’s body swallowed it so
greedily he hastened to add another. Cas all but wailed when Dean scissored his
fingers to spread him open and then put his tongue in there too. The kid was
shaking and humping Dean’s face. Fuck, Dean was hard now and when he looked
down he saw a small spot on his shorts where he had leaked all the way through.
If he kept this up he might as well fuck the boy too.
"Oh, God…" Cas groaned and Dean hummed in agreement.
"Gonna make me blow, baby." Dean mumbled against the boy’s ass.
"Inside me, please, daddy."
"Not now." Dean cooed and exercised enormous restraint when he pulled back from
Cas’ intoxicating taste. "Gonna put the plug in you so you’re nice and ready
for me later today and so that you won’t forget me. Gonna feel that plug inside
all day and think of my fat dick, isn’t that right, baby boy?"
Cas’ breath hitched. "Daddy!"
Yeah, Dean definitely knew what that pitch meant. He quickly twirled the teen
around, keeping his fingers in Cas’ ass while at the same time swallowing the
boy’s hard dick down. Cas moaned and gripped Dean’s hair as his body convulsed
and he came forcefully down Dean’s throat. Dean sucked on him greedily, loving
the taste of his sweet little boy, as Cas’ ass clenched fiercely around his
fingers.
"O-oh…" Cas gasped after a long moment and slumped back against the door.
Dean took his time licking Cas clean while still fingering his ass to keep him
loose enough for the plug. It was really difficult ignoring his own dick but
this wasn’t really about that; was more about Cas really knowing, really
understanding.
"You okay there, baby?" he mumbled after a quiet moment and Cas nodded. He
looked really happy, if a little sleepy.
Dean smiled at him before easing his fingers out and standing. Cas immediately
put his hands on Dean’s straining dick and fuck, it felt so good Dean could
feel his resolve breaking but no. He gently pulled Cas’ hands away.
"I meant what I said, Cas." He said and walked over to his desk to pull out the
plug from the drawer with his dirty magazines. "I want you to wear this today
and think of me."
Cas’ face were flushed from arousal and he smiled cheekily. "Okay, daddy."
Dean grinned at him and walked back to kiss him unexpectedly tenderly. "There’s
a good boy." He mumbled and eased the plug inside Cas’ ass. Cas gasped and
canted his hips up, gripping Dean’s shirt in his fists.
"Feel so full, daddy." He moaned prettily and Dean groaned before kissing Cas
deeper.
"Go to class now and if the teacher gives you shit for being late you can refer
them to me, ‘kay?"
Cas nodded and arranged his clothes to look presentable. He turned at the door
and smiled with sparkling eyes.
"I love you, daddy." He said shyly and ducked out the door before Dean had a
chance to assemble all the pieces his heart blew up in.


                                     *****


Maybe trying to prove his point to Cas by giving the boy an orgasm and then
denying himself hadn’t been Dean’s smartest plan. Then again, he never claimed
to be smart either, just fucking obsessed with Cas. Still, the day had been the
longest day of Dean’s life and it didn’t get better when Cas passed him in the
hall, grinning like a fool.
Now Dean was sitting in his beloved Impala, just a few blocks from school,
waiting for Cas to round the corner and get his cute little butt in the car so
Dean could drive them home and fuck him into oblivion. God, Dean hated not
being able to just pick Cas up right after class but they had agreed on this
long ago. Even though Cas’ parents approved of Cas working for Dean to earn
money for some video game or whatever he had fooled them into believing didn’t
mean they were going to risk anyone from school actually seeing them together.
Dean was just glad that Lawrence was a big town while at the same time hating
everything about this. He wanted Cas with him, now.
And just like that he saw Cas rounding the corner and fuck, even at this
distance Dean could see the boy perking up when he noticed the Impala’s sleek
form. His step visibly got lighter and Dean could feel his own heart skipping a
beat as he watched the beautiful boy walking towards him. Fuck, Dean could
still hardly believe it was true that Cas wanted him too. Between that thought
and what Cas had said when he had left Dean’s office this morning Dean was in
fucking seventh heaven.
As Cas was walking he passed a construction site and Dean gritted his teeth
when he noticed some of the men working there looking at Cas. Surely the world
wasn’t as cliché as that, Dean mused humorlessly as he watched two of the
construction workers leer and bump each other’s shoulders.
But of fucking course it was. Dean watched with clenched jaws as one of the men
deliberately threw his wrench over the short fence so that it landed just in
front of Cas. Cas stopped dead and looked at the tool before turning to the
approaching worker and the man’s friend.
"Sorry about that, boy." Dean heard the man say and saw as he pointed to the
wrench. "Do you mind?"
Cas smiled his sunniest smile because when the fuck didn’t he? "Not at all,
mister." He said and bent down to grab the tool.
Dean watched with badly hidden jealously as Cas bent over for the man and how
the man grinned lecherously at his friend while point at Cas’ perky ass. Dean
gritted his teeth and grabbed the steering wheel so hard the leather creaked in
protest.
"Thank you, boy." The man said when Cas handed him the wrench. "You stay out of
trouble now."
Cas just smiled, albeit a little uncertainly now, and walked away, completely
oblivious of the two construction workers’ hungry stares.
"Hey, Dean." Cas said cheerily when he seated himself beside Dean. "Thank you
for waiting, History class ran a bit late and then—"
Dean yanked him in roughly and silenced him with a kiss. They were still parked
on a populated street and the construction workers were sure to see inside the
car if they looked over but Dean couldn’t fucking care less at the moment. All
he could think about was Cas’ soft lips against his and how the men had been
ogling Cas’ butt. Dean’s butt.
"I wanna hear everything about your day, baby." He mumbled against Cas’ pliant
lips. "After I fuck you."
Cas groaned weakly and fisted Dean’s jacket when Dean pulled away to shift the
Impala into gear and start driving home.
He slid closer to Dean on the seat, pressing one hand against Dean’s bulging
crotch. "I’ve kept the plug in all day, daddy." He moaned in Dean’s ear and
yeah, Dean was fucking shaking with how aroused he suddenly was. His whole body
felt hot enough to melt metal and his cock got hard so fast it fucking hurt.
"I’ve been good, daddy." Cas asked without asking and Dean knew how much the
boy liked being praised.
He slung an arm around Cas’ slim shoulders and hugged him close. "You’ve been
so good, baby." He kissed Cas’ head when Cas mewled and massaged Dean’s dick.
"Such a good baby boy."
Cas shifted Dean’s dick so he could get at the head, nipping at it through the
jeans Dean wore out of school. It made Dean groan deeply and he spread his legs
as his dick jumped and leaked enough precome to smear a wide spot inside his
boxers. He was speeding and he knew it but he didn’t care; he was risking
coming in his jeans at this pace. Fuck, he had been half-hard all day just
thinking about Cas and what they could do after school and now they were
finally together again. Just a few blocks more until his little house.
"Wanna suck you, daddy." Cas suddenly breathed against Dean’s ear and Dean had
to let go of the wheel to put one hand on his dick or he would’ve come that
instance.
"Not now, baby." He groaned. "Not gonna last if you do."
Cas huffed against Dean’s sweaty skin but he could see the boy smiling smugly.
Fucking tease. Dean loved it and he had to seriously train himself to keep his
eyes open and his breathing even.
They practically threw themselves out the car once Dean had killed the
ignition. Fuck, Dean was too hard to walk properly and he kept a hand on Cas’
shoulder to keep the boy half in front of him when he saw that his next door
neighbor Zachariah Adler was outside, puttering about in his front yard.
"Dean." Mr. Adler called in greeting and Dean rolled his eyes before steering
them over. God, he wanted nothing else but to be pounding Cas’ sweet ass but he
had to actually live here all year long and he had always taken care to be on
good standing with his neighbors, even the ones as smarmy as Mr. Adler.
"Hey Zach." Dean said only because he knew the older man didn’t like the
nickname but was too polite to say anything. Yeah, Dean could be an ass like
that and he fucking loved it. Loved it even more after he had told Cas about it
and Cas had started doing it behind the old man’s back as well. Even now the
boy was smiling and it made Dean warm to know he was the reason for Cas’
amusement.
Mr. Adler wasn’t looking at Dean, however. No, his eyes had zeroed in on Cas.
"Child labor today again, Dean?" he asked without looking at Dean and Dean
gritted his teeth.
"Child labor is a serious matter, Mr. Adler." Cas stated politely. "You
shouldn’t joke about it."
"Sure, sure." Mr. Adler mumbled and Dean narrowed his eyes at the way the old
fart was eyeing Cas’ plump lips. What the fuck? How had he not realized his
neighbor’s interest before? Or maybe he was reading too much into the look?
"Well, we have a lot of work to get done, so—"
"You know," Mr. Adler interrupted Dean’s exit. "I could sure use some help
around the house as well."
"Is that so?" Dean bit out and his hand on Cas’ shoulder tightened when he saw
the old man’s eyes rake over Cas’ body. Yeah, totally not imagining things
here. Fuck.
"Yes, well. Ever since Mrs. Adler passed away the house has become so untidy,
I’m just not as good as her at making it cozy."
Cas blinked confusedly and Dean had to take a breath to stop himself from
punching the man. "That’s what maids are for, Zach." Dean spat and promptly
steered Cas away from the man. "Have a good day."
"You too, Dean, Castiel."
"Bye, Mr. Adler."
Dean barely let the teen finish his goodbyes before he pushed him inside the
house and slammed the door behind them, locking it extra harshly for good
measure.
"Fuck that slimy git." Dean growled and stared vindictively at the door as if
it was to blame for what was on the other side of it. Namely every asshole in
the world who wanted to fuck his baby boy. God-fucking-damnit.
"Zach was strange today." Cas commented in a confused tone and Dean rounded on
the boy. God, he was beautiful with his eyebrows scrunched up like that.
He reached over and put his hands on Cas’ cheeks, pulling the boy’s face close
to nuzzle his nose against Cas’. "He wants to fuck you, baby."
"What?" Cas asked as if that was a totally inconceivable notion.
"And those construction workers too, don’t think I didn’t see."
"Uh…" yeah, Cas was clearly not following at all.
Dean sighed and pulled out a little so he could meet the teen’s eyes. Cas
stepped closer and rubbed against Dean’s taut body. "Fuck, Cas, you gotta be
careful."
"I-I’m sorry, Dean."
But Dean shook his head and leaned in to capture the boy’s lips, moaning at the
softness. "Not your fault everyone’s a fucking pervert. You’re just too pretty
for your own good."
Cas put his arms around Dean’s neck and pulled him closer, really fucking
rubbing now. "I don’t care about them. I just want you."
"Fuck yeah." Dean groaned and felt his dick perk up real fast again. Just
seeing Adler’s ugly mug had had him dwindling fast but with Cas this up close
he couldn’t help but react faster than he thought humanly possible.
"Fuck me, daddy." Cas moaned against Dean’s heated ear. "Fuck me hard, make me
feel you for days. Want you to come inside me, mark me up real good."
"Yeah, fuck yeah, Cas." Dean groaned as he started pawing at Cas’ clothes,
practically ripping the boy’s jeans off.
Cas was writhing and divesting Dean of his clothes as well so that they only a
couple of moments later were standing buck naked in the hall, panting and
kissing as they groped each other. Fuck, Dean didn’t even think he had been
this desperate for the teen the first time they did it. Not even the first time
they did it without a rubber had felt as frantic as this.
Suddenly Cas stepped back and pulled Dean along, tugging his arm and biting his
lip, as he lead Dean into the kitchen. "Fuck me on the table, daddy." He asked
bashfully and Dean nearly had a stroke.
"God, you’re hot." He groaned and lifted Cas up to sit on the edge of the
table.
Cas let out a little shout and squeezed his eyes shut when the plug was jostled
inside him. His dick was rock hard and slapped back against his stomach when
Dean pushed him to lie down on his back. It wept all over his abdomen and Dean
couldn’t resist bending down to lick it, sucking all that wonderful flavor
right out the red tip.
Cas put his heels up on the edge and squeezed Dean’s head with his slim thighs.
"D-daddy, I ne-need…"
"I know, baby." Dean cooed and gently pried Cas’ thighs apart. "I know what you
need." He left Cas for an agonizing moment to grab the closest thing to lube he
could get without having to walk all the way to the bedroom. Yeah, olive oil
was going to be a bitch to clean out but Dean didn’t care at the moment and
from the way Cas’ eyes were rolling back in his head he hardly thought the teen
minded.
The plug slid out just wonderfully and Cas was making garbled noises as Dean
stuck his oiled fingers inside, just to test the stretch. God, the clench was
pure bliss and Dean couldn’t slick up his own aching dick fast enough.
He pressed in slowly, avoiding hurting the teen no matter what, but the glare
Cas gave him spoke volumes and fuck, Dean couldn’t resist giving in to his
bossy little bottom’s silent demands.
He pulled out and slammed in hard, bottoming out on the first try and Cas
smacked his head against the table, screaming in pleasure. Fucking hell, Dean
hoped the whole neighborhood heard.
"So good, baby." He groaned and set a brutal pace, heeding to Cas’ pleading
sobs. "You fit so perfectly around me, love your tight little ass."
"I… Daddy, your cock, it’s…"
"Yeah?" Dean huffed when Cas was unable to continue, smirking to himself. "You
like having your hole stuffed full of your daddy’s fat cock?" Cas was meeting
every thrust and Dean reached down to pull the teen’s thighs up so he could
press them against Cas’ chest. God, the angle made him bottom out on every
thrust and fuck, Cas wailed as he apparently fucked right into the boy’s sweet
spot.
"Yes, daddy, I love it. Love it."
Dean’s breath was ragged and his dick ached for release as Cas’ hole spasmed
around him. "I love it too, baby. Fuck. You’re mine, Cas, you’re mine."
It had been meant to sound demanding but shit, it sounded much needier in
Dean’s ears but he didn’t care about that when he saw Cas frantically nodding.
"Only yours, never wanted anyone else. Only you, Dean, only you."
"Oh, God, Cas." Dean moaned and spread the teen’s thighs apart so he could lean
down and capture Cas’ trembling lips against his.
Can mewled and Dean could feel him shaking as he hugged him and Cas was coming
just seconds later, his dick jumping against Dean’s sweaty stomach and his hole
clenching like a bitch around Dean’s throbbing cock.
Cas gasped as Dean fucked him through his orgasm and Dean couldn’t fucking hold
out much longer. He wanted Cas fully satisfied but he had been on edge since
that morning and he couldn’t fucking take it anymore. He thrust in one final
time, bottoming out and came hard as he grinded his hips in little circles,
just pressing inside Cas and loving the feeling of his balls against Cas’ body.
"Fuck." He breathed after too long. His legs shook as he remained standing but
Cas was soothing his warm hands up Dean’s shaking arms and the feeling was
almost too much for Dean’s already sensitive heart.
"Fuck, indeed." The boy agreed with a chuckle and Dean finally opened his eyes
to look down at Cas’ debauched features. God, Cas was always so beautiful but
Dean definitely like him the best like this: all fucked out and blissed.
"I’m sorry, Cas." Dean blurted in a sudden rush of goddamn emotions, of all
things. "I shouldn’t have made you wear that plug all day."
Cas blinked owlishly in that way he did when he didn’t follow and Dean could
hardly blame him. He didn’t even know where that had come from himself. Fucking
hormones running wild or whatever. He pulled out of the teen with a sigh and
helped him sit up. As excepted the boy winced when he put weight on his ass and
hastened to hop down off the table.
"It’s okay, Dean, I liked it."
"It’s not about that." Dean sighed again and carded his hard through his hair
as he followed Cas to the bathroom. "I just get jealous and I shouldn’t take it
out on you. I just want you for myself, I don’t like other guys ogling you."
"Well," Cas grinned at him as he turned on the shower and waited for the hot
water to come on before stepping in. "You know what Beyoncé says."
It was Dean’s turn to blink stupidly because what? The boy couldn’t seriously
mean that, could he? Sure he had said he loved Dean and all but that had just
been in the heat of the moment, right? Dean was fucking twice his age, for
fuck’s sake.
But Cas was still grinning cheekily while eyeing Dean carefully and it made
Dean realize that oh, the boy knew all too well what the hell he was saying,
and definitely meant it too.
"Maybe I will, Cas." He stated heatedly and pulled Cas in to hug him tightly.
Cas’ eyes rounded out and he put his hands around Dean’s neck. "Don’t tempt me;
maybe I will put a ring on you."
Cas squealed happily and gave Dean the messiest kiss they had yet to share. And
Dean thought, not for the first time, that he was totally and royally fucked.
Such a sucker for Cas and not even sorry about it.


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