001: Free For All!
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Blue Eyes was in the third stall from the door. Dean was already thinking of it as their stall. This was the fourth Thursday in a row they'd met there.
Dean sucked him off that first time, staining the knees of his jeans and not giving a damn. Blue Eyes had shoved him up against the door the second time and fucked him hard and fast, panting in some language that wasn't English as his cock slammed into Dean over and over. Dean had sprayed the stall door and not given a damn. The third time Blue Eyes had taken them both in hand and given Dean the roughest hand job of his life. Also the best and most intense.
Everything about Blue Eyes was intense, from his sharp scent to his piercing eyes to his gravelly voice, which Dean had only heard ordering whiskey or moaning in this stall. There was a bit of a thrill in not knowing anything at all about him. Blue Eyes could be a spy, or a hitman, or even something like a novelist, writing about spies and hitmen. He had callouses on his fingers, but not bad ones. They felt good on Dean's cock. He really wanted to be touched again that night.
Blue Eyes had similar ideas. The moment Dean joined him in their stall, Blue Eyes slipped his hand into Dean's pants and squeezed. Then he leaned into Dean's personal space and kissed him.
Dean shoved him off. "No kissing."
Blue Eyes narrowed his eyes and Dean shoved him again. "I mean it."
Blue Eyes ran his thumb over Dean's lower lip and Dean jerked back and slid to his knees. His companion was barely half-hard, but Dean closed his lips around his cock anyway. This was about sex, dammit, and Dean was good at it. He lapped and licked and sucked until Blue Eyes was straining to hold himself back. Whatever resolve he had was lost when Dean ran his tongue over his slit, and then he was coming.
He tasted bitter, not at all unusual, but it felt like a premonition anyway. Four weeks. As far as Dean's dalliances went, they'd actually lasted a long time. When Blue Eyes zipped himself up and left the stall, Dean knew he could make it to five weeks for a kiss. But a kiss would lead to a name, would lead to an attachment, would lead to pain when Blue Eyes left him. It was better this way.
Classes for his senior way at the college started the next Monday, as did his new work-study job in the Sociology Department. The Soc Dept was down the hall from the History Dept, where Sam was the student helper, and Dean was looking forward to an easy job making photocopies and bugging his little brother. Until he walked into the office and came face-to-face with Blue Eyes.
Both men froze. Dean hoped he didn't look as deer-in-the-headlights as Blue Eyes did because damn.
"You must be Dean Winchester!" A bubbly blonde joined them and shook Dean's hand. "I'm Marcie, the secretary. This is Professor Novak. He's new to the university. And I know you're new to the department, sweetie, but I need to go get my woodchipper fixed and was hoping you could show him around campus? Great. You have fun."
Dean didn't even register her leaving. He could only stare at Blue Eyes - Professor Novak. He was so screwed.
"Your name is Dean?" God, his voice was even better stringing together sentences.
"Guilty as charged." Oh, that was lame, lame, lame.
"You do not need to show me around the campus. I have a map." And with that, Professor Novak turned on his heel and marched back into his office and shut the door.
Fuck.
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Sam teased him unmercilessly. "This is why you find out your lovers' names, Dean!"
"Lovers? Don't be such a princess, Sam."
"Whatever, you're the one walking around with blue balls all the time."
Which was true. Blue balls for Blue Eyes.
And after the shock of their initial meeting, Prof Novak acted cool and distant. He was never less than courteous, but Dean could recall perfectly the feel of the professor's hand on his cock, the taste of his cum, the look on his face when he fucked Dean's mouth. The way he'd wanted to kiss Dean.
On the second Friday Dean had been working in Soc, Marcie pulled him aside and told him in a low whisper that Professor Adler was in the office for the day and to try to steer clear of him, as he really didn't like students much.
"Why's he a professor then?" Dean whispered back.
"I'm a professor so I may impart my vast knowledge on young impressionable minds," a tall older man answered. Marcie jumped and squeaked a greeting. Prof Adler ignored it. "I'm a professor, young man, because I know more than you."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "You're modest, too." Some days, he should really come equipped with a muzzle.
"You arrogant little shithead-"
"Professor Adler," Prof Novak's voice cracked like a whip. Everyone in the office froze. After a long moment, Prof Adler turned to Marcie.
"Come with me. I need you to type a couple of chapters of my latest book."
Dean and Prof Novak watched them leave, and Dean let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"Thank you, Professor Novak," he said.
"Castiel."
"What?"
"My name is Castiel."
"Oh."
The moment stretched between them, pregnant with possibility. Dean swallowed. He took a step closer, then one more. His lips parted and he leaned into Castiel's personal space and kissed him. It was short, chaste, but when he pulled back he could see there was nothing chaste about the look Castiel was giving him.
"The first time I saw you in that bar, I wanted you," Castiel said. "I still want you, but I don't want you halfway."
Dean licked his lips. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay, meaning - let's try this."
Castiel smiled at him then, and it was amazing.
It was even more amazing when Castiel locked his office door behind them and spread Dean out across his desk.
Castiel still liked it rough and fast, and he opened Dean up quickly, but thoroughly, before pushing inside as far as he could go. Dean was babbling in two seconds flat. He couldn't even get all of Castiel's name out, just a stuttered Cas. But that seemed to drive Castiel - Cas - wild. The heavy slide of his cock inside Dean picked up in pace even more once Dean let a "Cas" slip from his lips. Cas leaned down and grabbed Dean by the shoulders, thrusting hard. The desk shook and rocked. Dean crossed his ankles behind Cas and gripped the edges of the desk, holding on tight as Cas fucked him harder and harder. Each breath came in a ragged gasp and then Cas changed position, bending almost in half to kiss Dean and thrust his tongue in his mouth. Dean was as greedy for the kissing as the fucking, his mouth as wide open for Cas to take as his legs were spread to let him in. He came sucking on Cas's tongue as Cas slammed into him once more and filled him full of come.
Cas collapsed on top of him with a low groan, sliding out of him, slick with come.
Dean huffed an exhausted laugh and ran his fingers through the sweaty hair at the nape of Cas's neck. "I think I see your point now."
Cas just kissed him again.
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OMG that was so hot!! *fans self* XD XD XD *bookmarks*
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LOL!
And I loved the way Castiel saved Dean and how they finally got back on track and more.
Awesome!
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