Soulmates (3/8)
Title: Soulmates (3/8).
Author: ash_tree_house
Rating: NC-17.
Genre and/or Pairing: AU, Dean/Castiel, Dean/Billy, Castiel/Allan.
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Warningsac: Bit of fluff, soft porn, Allan. And English is my second language. Unbeta'ed.
Word Count: 1450.
Summary: Dean has lost his soul mate and isn't interested in a new relationship. Castiel is a very naughty boy. And what will Allan do?
This is my first ever fic. Please be gentle with me
WEDNESDAY
Castiel woke up after having a strange dream about Dean. He couldn't remember the particulars only that there had been some sort of sex or nakedness involved. He realized he had an erection so hard it was a little painful. He gently grabbed around his cock to relieve some of the pressure and with a few careful yanks the worst of the pain died down. He sighed with relief and quickly went to the shower, qietly so Allan wouldn't wake. He wanted to be alone for this. Once under the warm water he started to stroke himself in earnest the whole time thinking about Dean. Dean's green eyes. Dean's hands. Dean's mouth. He groaned at the last thought. Dean's mouth. Dean's mouth on his cock. He had to rest against the wall and he stood there, slightly bent over, yanking off with quick long strokes while thinking about Dean, the pressure building in his stomach. "Fuck!", he gasped and came with a long stream, almost feeling sorry that it was over so soon. God he wanted Dean! He had never cheated on Allan before. He felt there was no reason to be in a relationship if you were gonna screw around anyway but he really couldn't help his feelings about Dean. It seemed he had one more decision to make other than about his job. He sighed and turned off the water. Allan never woke up before he left the flat and he was kind of relieved.
* * * * *
Once again Dean was the first in class but he was surprised that Castiel arrived shortly after him. They had time before the class started and they talked about general topics that always seem a bit silly, like the weather and the top news story. Dean noticed Castiel was looking at his mouth a lot; a bemused look in his eyes. And he could have sworn his eyes ran across his body, coming to rest on his crotch when he was looking away. Dean decided to ask if Castiel and his boyfriend had decided on a construction company for their new house. He thought the other man tensed up a little.
"I'm not sure we're going to build anyway", he finally said. And before his brain knew it his mouth was saying: "Maybe we'll take a break from each other for a while. We've been together for a long time and building a house is serious. You have to be sure you're going to stay together". His brain finally caught up and he managed to stop the stream of words before he said something completely stupid.
Dean was taken aback slightly. "Oh...", he managed to say. What do you say when a perfect stranger lets you in on their private life like that? "I'm sorry".
"Oh, it's not your fault", Castiel said, thinking "Not directly, anyway". He sounded a little too happy and Dean didn't know what to say next. They sat in silence for a moment.
"I've just had my bathroom done up", Dean said in a light tone, thinking it was a topic related to building a house which was silly really, because there wasn't going to be a house.
"Right", Castiel said. "Nice".
"Yeah...", Dean trailed off, tapping the table lightly with his finger. He felt like an ass.
The other people had arrived and right then the teacher came in and started the class but Castiel managed to get in: "Maybe I can come by and see your new bathroom...say...tomorrow... after class?" His eyes went to Dean's lips again.
"Okay...", Dean said a little hesitantly, surprised at the suggestion. He tried to remember the last time he had let someone into his house. This was going to be trouble, he thought, but in the pit of his stomach he couldn't help feeling he was going to welcome it.
* * * * *
When Castiel came home that afternoon the sight of Allan made him feel annoyed and Allan hadn't even done anything. Yet. Castiel made them dinner and as they ate he told Allan that he wanted to waith with the summer house. Allan, who was about to eat another mouthful, stopped the fork right before his mouth that stayed open in disbelief.
"You're not serious", he said. "We've talked about this for so long and if you get that promotion we'll have more money to spend on it".
"You've been talking about it and I don't want a promotion", Castiel said, ready to battle it out this time.
"What? I don't believe this", Allan said, throwing his fork on the plate and wiping his mouth with his napkin. "Where is this coming from? Have you been spending more time with those women at the course? Have you fallen for one of them and now you're done with me?"
"Don't be ridiculous!", Castiel said with a raised voice. A small part of that was true, but it wasn't a woman. "I just think you push me to do things I don't want to do. I pay all our bills and everytime you've seen some new gadget that you 'simply can't live without' I give you money to buy it. Maybe sometimes I'd like to do as I please and I don't want a promotion. Or a summer house". Castiels voice grew louder as he was speaking, all his bottled up anger coming out.
"Oh, I see", Allan said with a hurt and disbelieving voice. "So I'm just your kept man, is that it? You buy me things to keep my services".
"What services?!", Castiel snapped. "The only thing you do around here is draw pictures of dresses all day and get the occasional takeout".
Allan took in a sharp breath and that was pretty much the end of it.
"Well", he said after a few minutes' awkward silence. "I guess I was way off when I thought we had a good and meaningful relationship. My mistake". He got up and Castiel felt like he had to say something to smooth things out a little. He hadn't meant to be so harsh.
"I'll get a few things and stay with my sister for the time being. Maybe you'll change your mind once I'm gone". He turned around and stormed out.
Castiel let out a sigh that began deep down in his stomach and took all his tense anger with it as it left his body, leaving him feeling like he had just run a marathon. Allan leaving was probably the best for the time being. He cleared up after dinner and watched TV for a while. Then he went to find his clothes for the next day. He wanted to look good when he went to Dean's house. Then it suddenly dawned on him that he didn't even know if Dean was in a relationship. Or even if he was gay! He tried to remember back to the few conversations they'd had. Dean had said that he had had his bathroom done up and he hadn't said he would ask his significant other if Castiel could come over. And he never flirted with the women on the course; but then again, he didn't flirt with the men either. He decided not to worry about it. If Dean had never been with a man maybe Castiel could be his first. He smiled sarcastically. "Yeah, right", he thought.
* * * * *
Dean went to the shops on his way home. If Castiel was coming over after their course had finished he would probably be hungry. Dean always was at that time of day. He decided to make lasagna. Everybody liked lasagna. And some fresh vegetables; tomatoes, peppers and peas. He chose a red wine he had been recommended by a colleague. "Guaranteed to pull", he had said. "Hmmm....", Dean thought.
When he got home he quickly heated up a slice of quice he found in the freezer and after he had eaten he did a quick clean of the house. It really didn't need it but he wanted to be sure that there wouldn't be any surprise dust bunnies suddenly popping out. He thought about rearranging the furniture but then realized how silly he was being. It was just a new friend coming over. A friend? Yes, Dean knew that after all these years alone he wanted to keep Cas in his life, even if he was still going to be with his boyfriend. "Cas?", Dean said out loud. When had he decided to give him a nickname? He must be more fond of him than he thought. Anyway, Cas was less stiff than Castiel. He liked it.
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