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To be fair, Castiel's only known Dean for a few months. And he's tried not to spend that time ogling his roommate, no matter how tempting. So excuse the fuck out of him for not putting together the very obvious pieces to this very simple puzzle. It's not everyday you unknowingly move in with your favorite pornstar, okay?? This isn't a thing that one can simply prepare themselves for!!Okay, okay, he's wigging out. It's official. But come on, the carrot was on. his. counter!! The same one he voted for Masked Hunter to fuck himself with! The same carrot Dean then cooked and ate the next day. Oh lord… Castiel needs another drink and it's only seven am. So. Does he keep living here? Does he stop watching his livestreams? Does he confess everything? HOW WOULD HE EVEN DO THAT?!Oh fuck. Okay. Breathe. Just breathe, everything's fine. . Everything is not fine.Dean doesn't know what happened. One day Cas is perfectly chill, the next day he's anything but. Like a switch. He doesn't know if he did something or if the guy's maybe going through something private? They're not very close so Dean has no idea how to handle things. Does he bring it up? Does he wait it out? Is he overreacting? Is he too tuned into the guy? Should he relax?Yeah. Relax. That's the ticket. He’ll just relax. . Dean is anything but relaxed these days. He can tell something's up but he's skirting around it right now. He probably doesn't know how to bring it up. They aren't very close after all. Are they the type of roommates who confide in each other and become friends? Or do they hang back and let each other handle their shit on their own?Or, perhaps, is Castiel the type of roommate to find out what Dean does for work and now has the very awkward task of living with this burden OR exposing himself as a pervert who likes it when hot men shove vegetables up their asses??? What if this is just a job to Dean? What if he's not even into this shit and he's just cashing checks? Oh good god, Castiel is going to give himself an ulcer spiraling like this. . Dean's gonna wind up with an ulcer if he thinks about Cas anymore. He's gonna talk to him. He has to. Not knowing what's wrong is actually putting him into an early grave. What if he wants out of the lease? What if Dean has to find yet another roommate? He can't go through that hell twice in one year. He can't! . Castiel can't take this anymore. He's going to come clean about everything. Honesty is the best policy, right? It's gonna be the most awkward thing he's ever done. And hopefully he doesn't get kicked out because he cannot take the hell of another move. He just cleared out the last box. It would be a shame to have to start all over again. So it'll be the worst. But he has to do it. Living with this secret is just too big. . “Ah! This eggplant is almost too big – fuck–” Dean moans breathlessly, splitting himself wide open, shooting his load directly upwards so that it splats back down on his stomach. His toes curl, and his legs shake, this close to giving himself a charlie horse. He hasn't looked at himself yet, still riding the waves of aftershocks, spilling over his fingers, but he knows his face must be red, red, red after coming that hard. . Castiel's face is red, red, red with shame. Oh, he's a terrible person alright. It was bad enough finding out the way he did. But continuing to watch and jerk off to the person he now knows is his roommate?? Oh, yep, this has gone much too far. The avoidance must end tonight. . Seems Cas is done avoiding him.He actually sits down with him for dinner that night, picking around his eggplant parmesan, sending Dean quick furtive glances. And Dean can't read him at all. “Can I ask you–”“I have to tell you–”Dean chuckles. So there is something that needs to be said. At least he doesn't feel crazy anymore. He knew something was up. He gestures for him to continue. Cas puts down his cutlery, hands to his lap, and he takes a deep breath. “Does the screen name angelbaby78 mean anything to you?”Dean blinks. . So Dean's been blinking like a deer in headlights for about a full two minutes now. Safe to say he probably knows what Castiel is referring to. But, to be honest, he's not really sure where to take it from here. “Um. That's me.” He offers, though that part was probably fairly obvious. Dean takes a napkin and wipes some sauce off his chin. He spaces out looking down at the table directly in the middle of them, the shakers are shaped like vegetables, which is not the irony this situation needed.Finally, he says, “You were the only vote for carrot.”For lack of literally anything better to say, Castiel answers, “Yes, that's right.” . No, no, no, no. This can't be right. Cas. His roommate. Is angelbaby78?A horrid thought intrusively enters his mind.“Is that why you're not eating the eggplant?”The second, like the very fucking second, it's out of his mouth, he regrets it. Especially when Cas does a face that looks an awful lot like a grimace. So that's a yes. Oh great. This is just great. Any moment the earth will swallow him up, right? He won't just have to live with this, right? No God is this cruel, right? . God is a cruel, sadistic jerk. There's no other explanation. “I've never really liked it.” Which is the honest truth but the damage has already been done. Dean nods. Perfectly reasonable explanation. Perfectly reasonable response. But then the nodding just keeps going. He's like a bobble head. On and on and on. Castiel's getting dizzy. “How long—” Dean clears his throat, still bobbing his head, his eyes getting wider. He's panicking. Join the club, really. “How long have you known?”Castiel really doesn't want to say it out loud but. “Since I, uh– saw the carrot.” He points to the kitchen because that'll help, “On the counter.”Dean’s eyes scrunch closed and his forehead slowly comes to rest on the dining table. In this slow descent, Castiel develops Dean's nodding disease, he can't stop. Like yeah, fair enough, take your time, rest your head. . Dean's just gonna rest his head here for a bit while his brain runs a marathon. Ohhhhhh, this is so bad actually. Where the hell do they go from here? Turns out, resting is for morons. So he starts lightly banging his head instead. Yeah, that's good. Cas gets up quick, making his way to the fridge, pulling out a couple bottles that clang together. He places one in front of Dean and sits back down opposite him, cracking his beer open against the table. Which, briefly, he considers very hot. And that little fun fact doesn't help a god damn thing but there it is. “Drink.” Cas commands and who's Dean to turn down a beer, especially at a time like this? Dean uses his ring to pop off the top, and chugs about half of it in one go. “Got anything stronger?” . Oh yes, he's more than prepared for heavy drinking, trust that. He finds a bottle of Jack Daniels he's been nursing. Offers it to Dean, who takes it gladly, slugging back a mouthful. Dean wipes the excess from his lips with the back of his hand and Castiel doesn't have the bandwidth to process all the ways in which he's alluring. But it's there. It's always there. Dean takes another and another and eventually Castiel steals it back just to protect his liver. When Dean’s eyes finally find their way back to him, he's clearly confused about something. Slowly, he says:“But you're always at work when I stream…”Now Castiel looks away guiltily. Snags himself a burning taste before he admits:“I take long lunches.”One stolen glance at Dean, and it's obvious he wants to laugh in his face. . Dean rolls his lips inward and tries his damnedest to bite back a laugh, hand coming up to cover his mouth, barely muffling the damning noise of his laughter. He sounds like fucking Ernie of Bert and Ernie right now. Cas blinks snootily, trying not to crack a smile of his own. “I don't appreciate being laughed at,” He attempts to scold.“Sorry,” Dean clears his throat, “It's just— I dunno what to say. I've never had this happen to me before.”“If it makes you feel better–” Cas’ demeanor starts to shake apart, “--neither have I.”And that's it. Dean loses it. Bent over, clutching at his stomach, laughing harder than he has in years. Cas chuckles and watches Dean with a glimmer in his eyes, like he's happy to be the reason it's happening. When Dean composes himself, he sighs, some of the anxiety of being found out dispelled, and asks, “So, now what?” . Castiel doesn't have an answer for that one. He takes another disgusting sip and says, “Find a new pornstar to watch?”And Dean tips over himself again, the sound of his deep belly laughs warming Castiel all over. “I mean… you don't have to.”Castiel squints at him. “What?”“I don't mind if you keep watching.”Not to be redundant, but, “What?”“Could be kinda fun knowing you're on the other side.”Castiel doesn't think he's ever been truly speechless like this in his whole life. . Dean might've just stuck his big foot in his even bigger mouth. Who the hell propositions their roommate to keep watching their porn? “I– I don't think that's a good idea. I wouldn't be able to separate the two.”He shrugs, “What if you didn't?”Cas sputters, blanking again. And Dean's really just gonna let it be known that he wants to fuck him, huh? Pretty roundabout way of doing it but what's he got to lose at this point. Cas isn't disgusted, he isn't running for the hills– he took a moment and addressed the situation. “I don't think I understand what you mean.”Dean stands from the table, downing a final courageous drink.“I'm saying you should watch what I have scheduled for next week,” Sealing the proposal with a wink because he's apparently insane , “Wouldn't want you to miss out.”And with that, he leaves Cas at the dining table, gawking at him. . Wait – what?
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His chat, as usual, is in pandemonium when he arrives, flying by in a blur of confusion, wanting to know what chunky vegetable he'll pack himself with today. Truth is, they don't get say this time.He grins that devilish way that helps pay his bills."Hey everyone. Welcome. Today I wanna do things a little different." Dean displays the largest carrot he could find. He had to go to several stores until he found one worth shoving up his ass. "This one is for an angel I know. I hope today exceeds your expectations."Dean's busy slicking the carrot with a generous amount of lube, but he looks at his screen just in time to see:angelbaby78: 🙂 . Castiel is lit up with nerves by the time he's finally sliding his key in the deadbolt, turning it as softly as he can because he doesn't know the proper way to greet his painfully hot roommate after that . He's plopping his keys into a bowl by the door, toeing off his shoes, pulling out his tie.Then there's Dean, right behind him. “So. How was your lunch?”Highlights of Dean's livestream flash before his eyes. The girth of the carrot stretching him wide, the way his foot does that little uncontrollable shake when he's close, the sound he makes when he comes like he just touched something cold. The fact that Dean dedicated the stream to him. When he turned to the camera afterward and huffed out a winded, didja like that, angel? Blood dizzily rushes to his groin and Dean is grinning at him like– like–“It was… good.” A bland statement but he's sure the fact that he's breathless makes up for it a little. “Any uhh- notes – for me?” Dean’s grin grows mischievous. Castiel thinks he can see a tumbleweed in his mind's eye. Absolutely nothing else up there. . Cas looks like he doesn't have a thought in his head. One quick peek down and Dean can see why. Not home for more than a minute and already fully bricked. Just from talking about it. “N-no, you were– you were– wow . You were great.”Dean stalks closer, actually really enjoying this, whatever this is.“Do you know what I'm thinking about when I do that to myself?”Cas gulps, backing himself up against the door.“‘Holy shit, this carrot is huge’?” Dean tosses his head back and laughs, biting his lip, sliding a hand up Cas’ buttoned-up chest. He really fucking likes this guy. “I'm thinking: god , I wish this was my roommate right now.”Breath catches in Cas’ throat, “Oh.” . “Yeah, ‘oh’.” Dean has a finger under his chin and is pressing his entire body into Castiel, pinning him against the front door, and Castiel can't think anything but holyfuckingshitholyfuckingshit! Dean’s hand glides up the side of his jaw, fingertips dipping into his hair, and Castiel parts his lips at the touch and Dean takes that as an invitation to slot himself in between. It's an innocent kiss, it's everything else that's making it dirty– the session Dean planned for him, them both knowing that Castiel spent his lunch touching himself as Dean fucked his ass wide open. The talking about it afterwards. The seduction. The fucking speed of this whole thing!Castiel is overwhelmed to be honest!Kissing Dean was incredible, better than he could've dreamed. Sweet and melting, heavy and explorative. Castiel’s tongue glides hotly inside Dean’s mouth, happily swapping spit, making little noises he's sure to be embarrassed about later. It's a lot to process. He’s having a hard time staying present. Slipping in and out of his body. It's not until Dean starts pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants that he begins to truly panic. “Wait, wait, wait–” . Dean finally gets his hands on skin, sliding along the softness of Cas’ waist.“What's wrong?” Dean asks, but Cas is still kissing him, so he keeps kissing back.“I just—”But nothing follows.“Yeah?” Dean peeks an eye at him.Cas has his fingers hooked into Dean’s pants, pulling him closer until the hard line of his cock presses into him. Dean moans into it but Cas gasps, startling himself still. “I think we should— I dunno, I think—”Dean frowns, pulling away and holding Cas’ face in his hands. “Hey, what's wrong? Are you nervous?”Cas holds onto his wrists for a moment and slides the touch up to Dean’s shoulders, eyes drinking him in like he's seeing him for the first time while also creating a bit of distance. “I… I want us to take it slow. If that's– if that's alright.”Dean smiles, it's sweet, if not a little confusing. But he guesses he has been the only one guiding them here. Maybe it has been a little fast.“We're only kissing.” Dean says, teasing him just a tad, planting another to his pinkened lips again as if to prove his point. . Castiel melts into the fluid way Dean moves against him. Kissing like it's an art form meant to be studied. And he supposes he's right, they've done nothing but make out. Still, he wants to explain himself a little.“I've never done these things in this order.”Dean smiles into his next kiss, a sultry laugh hidden behind his teeth. “Well, me either.”“I really like you, Dean. This isn't– I don't want this to be casual.”“Buddy, there ain't nothing casual about any of this.”Castiel snorts. That's actually very true but the confirmation lets him breathe a sigh of relief. “Okay. Good.”Dean kisses him again before he backs away, his hands sliding down to meet Castiel’s, lacing their fingers together. “We can take this as slow as you want.” He says earnestly, squeezing his hands, “Sorry if I was too aggressive– it's only ‘cause I really like you too.”Castiel can't believe this is happening. . “No– I want that– I want you . I'm just also freaking out a little bit.”Dean kisses his knuckles and pulls him off the door, leading him deeper into their apartment. He understands. How do you start dating someone you currently live with, who you've also already seen in extremely specific sexual situations without overthinking it? “That's fine, I get it. Why don't you let me cook you dinner and we'll figure out the rest later?”Cas lets himself be ushered into the kitchen, a big dopey grin on his face, grabbing a cutting board from the cabinet, asking, “Can I help?”He's so fucking cute, Dean wants to scream. . By the end of dinner, Castiel knows an abridged story of Dean's childhood and how to finely chop an onion in under a minute. Both of intense interest to him. Dean even helps ease his nerves by normalizing some of the not so great aspects of sex work. For example, that cucumber he licked the entire length of was actually incredibly waxy and made Dean's mouth feel terrible for the rest of the day. Oh, that, and he has a growing disdain for patrickleeswayze, which Castiel has to agree with. Spammers are irritating . They talk for hours, downing a couple bottles of wine, and pretty soon they're both excusing themselves for bed, parting ways with a chaste peck on their wine-stained lips. Until they surge back in for more, a lot more, Dean hoisting him up to sit on the kitchen counter, mouths opening slut-easy, hot tongues slipping alongside each other, both tasting sickly-sweet, hands roaming and groping for pieces of skin still left untouched. . Oh, this taking it slow thing is for the damn birds. Dean is so revved up standing between Cas’ legs, devouring his wine coated kisses. But.He wants to actually try. Stupid as it feels at the moment. Cas is important to him. Nothing's changed other than the fact they're both loose with alcohol. Maybe it's not the way it should be for their first time. Christ, but the kissing is fucking awesome . And the rest of it would be too. Dean yanks himself away, breathing heavy with spit-wet lips. After a moment of composing himself, he helps Cas off the counter and says, “We gotta stop or…” It's too much. He thinks if he finishes the sentence, it'd be enough to make him go through with it. The options are endless. He cuts them both off. . Right now, in this very moment, Castiel hates himself. What the fuck was he thinking, turning this man down? Is he a fucking idiot? But there's something endearing about Dean trying to abide by his now-arbitrary boundaries. That being said, he doubts he could endure another night of holding himself back. They linger, they touch, they kiss even more, but eventually, they pull away from each other and go to their separate rooms. Immediately, Castiel is in bed with a hand around his pissed-off cock, stroking himself fast. This won't take long. He's been wound up all day. And since they share a wall, what does Castiel overhear other than Dean doing the exact same thing? . Dean's sure Cas has noticed his porno-loud moaning when he starts doing it himself too. And that's just playing dirty. Dean's never heard him before. Fuck, he sounds good, whether it's over the top or not, it's fucking hot and that's all he needs right now.It's easy, jerking it, thinking of Cas. Way easier when he knows he's just on the other side of this wall, about to come because of Dean. This relationship is going all sorts of ways but linear. And yeah, Cas sounds good like this, but Dean's the professional. He decides it's time to put on a real show. He gets comically loud, swearing, thumping his bed frame against the wall, the whole nine, and it would be embarrassing if it wasn't working exactly as planned. Cas tries to match him, both of them drunk enough to be silly and bold, thrashing alone in their own rooms when they could be on top of each other. It's so fucking stupid, Dean could laugh, but it's also kinda fun. And then kinda morphs to extremely because all of a sudden, he's hearing Cas come, and this time the noises are real, real, real.Dean has no choice. He's coming with him before he even knows it, so turned on by everything about this, shouting to make his orgasm known. It grows quiet as they cool off, and then he hears it, the giggling . Dean can't help it, he laughs with him. . Castiel is still lush with incredulous disbelief when he hears Dean leave his room. For a second, he thinks he might be coming to visit Castiel, but then he doesn't, and Castiel is very curious as to what he's doing. He peeks his head out and sees the bathroom door open, the light on. Slowly, he walks closer, keeping his footsteps light, wanting to sneak up on him for some childish reason he can't quite understand, but it feels thrilling. Dean's inside, brushing his teeth, completely shirtless, sweatpants riding dangerously low. Castiel casually joins him, standing side by side, brushing their teeth together, perfectly normal like they weren't just doing what they were doing. Around the foamy suds in his mouth, he asks, “What happened to your shirt?”Dean grins, gloopy foam spilling from his lips before he spits the glob into the sink. He takes his sweet time gargling a mouthful. Castiel focuses on when he spits again and wonders why on earth he finds that so hot. “Accidentally jizzed on it.” Dean finally answers, nonplussed and unbothered. Castiel chokes on his toothpaste, not expecting such an honest answer, and rinses his mouth out with water, and Dean pats him on the back like a jerk. When he looks back in the mirror, Dean's already staring at him, a seductive smile slowly stretching across his face. And yep, Castiel's got it bad. He spins to face him and Dean's already lifting him to the kitchen counter, holding his face in both hands, kissing him solidly, minty flavor not an issue apparently by the way he's shoving his tongue down his throat. Castiel wraps his legs around Dean's calves, fingers tangling in his hair, kissing back feverishly like the orgasm he just had was nothing but an appetizer. . Dean can't control himself around Cas. He's like a sex magnet. Which is a dumb thing to think but Dean doesn't even care, he's too busy kissing Cas breathless. It's over. He's completely gone on him. Cas twists his fingers in Dean’s hair and yanks his head back, asking, “Who's idea was it to go slow?”He's biting his lip, looking at Cas with heavy lidded eyes. He really loves his hair being pulled, okay? And it's been a while since he had a partner who did it so forcibly. “Yours, all yours.” Dean says, panting, his dick twitching in a valiant effort to perk back up. “So stupid of me,” Cas huffs and he actually does look irritated with himself before he pulls Dean back in for more. Dean opens his mouth wide, tipping to the side so Cas can get his fill.Dean drags his hands up and down Cas’ thighs and pulls away long enough to say, “There's always tomorrow.”