Tech Support
Title: Tech Support
Author: lady_simoriah
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Castiel (minor Sam/Dean)
Prompt: Sam's brother's new secretary is incredibly interesting.
Spoilers: Season 4, specifically based around 4.17 "It's a Terrible Life"
Word count: 2,706
Warnings: Explicit office sex, non-explicit Wincest, AU
Summary: Sandover Bridge & Iron gets a new employee, Castiel Novak.
Notes: Thanks to sam_dean_fetish for the read through/beta.
Castiel Novak had been working at Sandover Bridge & Iron for three weeks though it felt like much longer. He’d been hired by Mr. Adler to look after a certain director he was concerned about, a Mr. Dean Smith.
"You’ll be Mr. Smith’s administrative assistant and take care of whatever he needs done so that he can focus on helping Sandover grow and flourish."
He and Mr. Smith…Dean, actually…had hit it off well almost immediately. Dean had made the customary protests to Mr. Adler about not needing an assistant but Castiel could see the lines of stress and worry etched on his new supervisor’s face. Mr. Adler had piffled Dean’s protests and left Castiel there to do his job. Dean had watched him go then invited Castiel into his office and had laid down the rules.
"It’s Dean, not Mr. Smith, I’ll never make you do anything I wouldn’t do myself given the opportunity, and the only person allowed to work overtime here is me. Any problems?"
"No, sir."
Dean had grimaced and shaken his head.
"No, Dean," he said. "I’m not big on the whole ‘sir’ thing either."
"Certainly, Dean."
Things had seemed fairly normal at first, making travel arrangements, faxes, organizing meetings. The only real quirk he’d noticed with Dean was that he preferred to travel by anything but a plane which meant he didn’t travel often at all unlike some of the other directors. About the second week he’d been there, the visits had started.
At first Castiel had thought nothing of it, but by the fifth time Sam Wesson had dropped by from tech support in the course of two days he started to wonder whether Dean’s computers were just that problematic or if there was more going on than met the eye. Not that he could blame Dean if there was, if he were honest. He wasn’t the only admin whose eyes followed the young techie every time he came down the hall from the elevator. The moment his voice sounded, heads popped up from behind cubicle walls to peer at him like a family of meerkats. He’d had several of the other young ladies in the office leaving tokens on his desk either for Sam or for him in the hopes of Castiel acquiring his personal information for them.
Sam didn’t seem to be interested in any of the tokens of affection though. Of course he smiled and was gracious about the cards and notes and never failed to gobble up the snacks. Castiel had wound up rather uncomfortable in his pants one day when Sam had unwrapped a lollipop one of the girls had left with her number on a slip of paper around the stem which had promptly been ripped off before Sam popped the candy in his mouth.
"You okay, Cas?" he’d said, voice garbled around the candy.
Castiel had simply stared at him taking in the way Sam’s lips pursed around the lollipop. It was that moment that’d provoked him into trying to come up with a way to get the same attention Sam had been devoting to Dean. An opportunity finally presented itself a few days after the lollipop incident. Since Castiel had access to Dean’s meeting schedule he knew his supervisor would be out for about an hour that afternoon. He waited until Dean was gone before picking up the phone and calling Sam. He felt a distant sense of unease about the lie he was about to tell but he pushed it aside hoping that if his assumption about Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson was correct that it would all be worthwhile.
"Tech support, this is Sam Wesson."
"Sam, Cas Novak, Mr. Smith’s computer seems to be having problems again and he asked me to call you to come up and see if you could fix it."
"I’ll be right up."
Castiel could almost hear the knowing smile in Sam’s voice before the click that signaled he’d hung up. He picked up his trench coat from the back of his chair and scribbled a quick note saying he’d gone out for a coffee break. This increasing subterfuge better pay off, he thought.
"Anna?" he called out.
"Yeah, Castiel?"
The petite, flame haired admin from the cubicle next to his poked her head over the wall and smiled at him.
"I’m stepping out for some coffee in case anyone asks or Mr. Smith comes back early from his meeting."
"Okay," she said pertly and promptly vanished back behind the partition.
Castiel pulled on his coat but instead of turning to leave his cubicle he moved quietly to Dean’s office door, turned the knob, and slipped inside. He peeled his coat back off and draped it over the back of Dean’s office chair before taking a seat and waiting patiently for Sam to arrive. He heard him even before Sam laid a hand on the door knob. His deep boom of laughter was unmistakable as he chatted briefly with Anna, likely inquiring as to Castiel’s whereabouts, before opening the door and coming inside.
"So Dean, computer’s messed up again, huh?" said Sam in a voice Castiel recognized then shivered as he added in a lower tone, "Y’know Dean, one of these days someone’s gonna figure out what we’re really up to in here."
"Someone already has," said Castiel, spinning the chair around to face Sam.
He watched the bag fall from the young man’s shoulder and his jaw drop as he stared at Castiel.
"I had a theory that there was more going on between you than just repairs, Sam," he continued quietly. "And it seems you’ve proven me right."
"Cas…I…how…where’s Dean?" stuttered Sam.
"In a meeting, he won’t be back for an hour."
"Then why…oh!"
Castiel stared at Sam with placid blue eyes as the realization dawned on Sam’s face. He was pleasantly surprised when enlightenment turned to a decadent smile the likes of which he was sure Sam normally saved for Dean.
"So…" said Sam softly, "How long have you known? Or better yet, how long have you been thinking about me doing this?"
"I did not know until you came in here the way you did, merely guessed," retorted Castiel, trying to maintain an indifferent demeanor but failing. "As for how long I’ve been considering this…"
Castiel trailed off as he felt the unfamiliar sensation of heat along his cheeks as Sam approached the desk while Castiel spoke.
"Yeah?"
"Do you recall the lollipop that Sarah from accounting left for you?"
"Kind of," said Sam, smirking. "So that’s what did it? Watching me with that sucker?"
Castiel swallowed hard and nodded earning a warm chuckle from Sam. He watched as Sam untucked his yellow Sandover tech polo from his pants and peeled it off revealing surprisingly well toned muscles for a man who sat around and answered foolishness about computer problems all day.
"If it makes you feel any better, Cas," he said, "I’ve been wondering when you were gonna stop being the messenger boy for the others and speak up for yourself."
Sam bundled up the polo as he came around to where Castiel was sitting. He leaned down, his hands clenched against Castiel’s trench coat, as he whispered in Castiel’s ear.
"I’ve found you incredibly interesting since that first time I walked up and saw you sitting outside Dean’s office. You’re not like the others here, you’re more like…Dean and me. You belong here yet…not…"
Castiel felt something twinge inside him at Sam’s words but pushed it away. He knew his life, he’d come to Sandover to make a fresh start after his divorce from his wife Amelia who had custody of their daughter Claire.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," he said quietly as he tilted his head back just enough to glance up into Sam’s face.
"Guess not," said Sam.
Castiel watched Sam pull back from the chair and glance down at the tent that’d formed in his crisp dress slacks.
"So did you still want me to…y’know…fix the computer?"
"I wouldn’t have propositioned you here if I didn’t."
Sam tugged the chair back from the desk, careful not to get the coat caught in the wheels. Castiel didn’t know how Sam managed to bend and contort his long frame to fit underneath the desk into the place where the chair should be and where all the wires to the computer and other devices ran. He understood now how Sam and Dean had managed to masque their private affair with the guise of Sam fixing Dean’s computer. He batted Sam’s hands away when he reached for the closure of his pants and undid them himself instead.
"You’re sure about this, Cas?" said Sam softly, his hazel eyes glinting up at him with the sun that was filtering in through the blinds behind them.
"Yes, Sam."
Castiel didn’t have to do much, simply shove his pants and boxers down and his shaft was there and waiting for Sam to do…whatever he was supposed to do. He’d never done anything like this before ever. Sam seemed to understand; his broad hands smoothing over Castiel’s thighs as he cautiously shifted to his knees and leaned in to stroke his tongue over the head of Castiel’s cock. Castiel’s eyes slid shut and breath escaped him along with a low moan.
"Shhhhh," murmured Sam. "These walls are thick but they’re not that thick, Cas. If someone figured it out we’d all be fired."
Castiel nodded understanding the risk that Sam was speaking of. He clenched his teeth tightly and breathed heavily through his nose as Sam leaned in again. It started with long slow dragging strokes of Sam’s tongue over his heated skin then he took the head between his soft lips and it took everything Castiel had not to make a sound. His fingers dug into the arms of the chair and one eventually migrated to thread through Sam’s long, cocoa brown hair. He tugged at it once as Sam took more of his shaft between his lips and earned a muffled groan from Sam in return. Raw fire seemed to course through his veins, drawing from every inch, every extremity, to pool low and hot almost volcanic like in his gut. The longer Sam went on, licking and sucking, tonguing and teasing the sensitive flesh the harder it became for Castiel to keep quiet like Sam had said.
"Sam," he murmured, repeating it softly over and over like a litany of prayers.
His hips rocked upward of their own volition making Dean’s perfectly ergonomic chair squeak softly. Sam made soft grunts and moans along with decadent slurping sounds that seemed to echo loudly in the overall quiet of the room. The phone rang and Castiel froze in his seat, the thought of Dean finding out what was going on, what Sam was doing arcing through his mind and making him panic.
"Sam…Sam, stop…please," he whispered hurriedly.
Sam pulled his head back, his lips making a sharp popping noise as he let Castiel’s cock loose.
"Cas, it’s okay," he murmured soothingly, letting his hands run along Castiel’s slacks covered thighs, "Happens all the time, there’s nothing to worry about."
Sam leaned back in and licked a broad stripe from the base of Castiel’s cock to the head and sucked hard, the tip of his tongue teasing just so along the underside of the head. Castiel’s head snapped back when he did that and came in near violent spurts down Sam’s throat. Sam swallowed it all with a low contented groan. When Castiel finally opened his eyes, his cock was softening and Sam had pulled back, looking up at Castiel like a cat that’d just devoured a canary. Castiel had to bite down on his hand to muffle his groan as he watched Sam lick the remaining drops from his lips and felt his cock twitch weakly in response.
"That was good," said Sam, his voice low and slightly rough as he smirked up at Castiel.
"Thank you…I think."
"You’re welcome."
Castiel wished Sam had left his shirt on so that he could tug him up and kiss the lips that’d been nagging at his mind for some days now. Instead he found himself tugged down by his tie, Sam’s lips brushing lightly against his own before Sam’s tongue pressed for entrance to his mouth. Castiel moaned into the kiss as Sam crawled up and out of his hiding space to where his broad frame was straddling Castiel’s lap. There was a hiss of metal against metal and Castiel found his hand wrapped around Sam’s shaft.
"Mind returning the favor, Cas?"
Castiel stared up into Sam’s lust blown eyes, tongue running across his lower lip as he shook his head.
"No…not at all," he whispered.
Sam sighed and his brow leaned against Castiel’s as he began to stroke Sam’s cock. His strokes were hesitant and unsure but Sam seemed to be so far gone it didn’t matter.
"Faster, Cas, faster," panted Sam.
Castiel nodded and did as Sam demanded even though he could swear he heard voices, familiar voices. I’m hearing things, he thought until he heard the doorknob turning.
"Are you sure he didn’t go home for the day, Anna? Cause a half hour is a heck of a long coffee break.
Oh God, thought Castiel as he recognized Dean’s voice but it was too late. Sam’s head was buried against Castiel’s shoulder as he thrust up into his hand with soft, eager grunts. Castiel closed his eyes tightly, horrified that they were about to be caught but powerless to stop it. He heard the door open and Dean’s footsteps as he stepped inside.
"Holy…"
Dean’s startled gasp at seeing Sam with Castiel drew Sam’s attention away from Castiel and over his shoulder.
"Uh…hi Dean," said Sam with a sheepish smile.
Castiel peeked under Sam’s arm at Dean and watched surprise slowly melt into pure heat as his boss closed the door behind him. Dean was eerily quiet as he crossed the office, stripping off his suit coat and flinging it on one of the guest chairs before rounding the desk to see what was going on.
"Jesus, that’s hot," he muttered, looking between his admin and his lover.
Sam let out a moan as Castiel squeezed him nervously and Dean’s quick intake of breath startled Castiel back into action. Castiel’s hand was slick with sweat and pre-come as he stroked Sam roughly trying to bring him off like Sam had him while Dean watched. He watched Dean move to whisper in Sam’s ear as he stroked, Dean’s green eyes flicking down to Sam’s cock in Castiel’s hand. Sam’s head tilted back and his lips met Dean’s with a muffled groan as he came all over his own chest, Castiel’s hand, and both their slacks.
"I think," said Dean softly once he was done plundering Sam’s mouth. "I think it’d be wise if we all headed home early. Don’t you guys agree?"
"Christ, Dean," said Sam with a husky chuckle.
"Certainly, Dean," remarked Castiel, as he eyed his boss and his new friend together. "I’ll see about clearing your schedule for the afternoon."
"Good."
Both Sam and Castiel took the towel Dean handed to them to clean up and blotted away as much evidence of their tryst as they could then tucked their cocks away and zipped up. Castiel couldn’t help but watch admiringly as Sam stood up then bent over to pick up his shirt.
"Nice isn’t it?" rasped Dean against Castiel’s ear. "You know the address for my apartment right?"
"Yes, Dean."
"Meet us there in about a half hour, wouldn’t want to look suspicious would we?"
"No, not at all."
Castiel got to his feet, a sigh escaping as Sam pulled on his shirt, then slid his arms into the trench coat Dean had pulled from the chair and was offering to him. He moved to leave then paused beside Sam, tugging him down somewhat roughly using his polo so that he could whisper in his ear.
"I find you incredibly interesting as well, Sam Wesson," he said. "I look forward to becoming better acquainted."
Castiel watched Sam gulp and nod before turning and heading back out to his cubicle.