SPN: Lust/Love
Title: Lust/Love
Author:chef_geekier
Artist:mandos_sama
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Gabriel, constantly mistaken Dean/Cas (they're just really close friends), Lucas (Lucifer)
Warning(s): Lots and lots of sex - specifically blowjob, handjob, couch-sex, light bondage. Swearing. Borderline autistic Cas at times.
Beta:moonbeamdancer
Notes: Thanks to the mods for putting up with me very nearly dropping out, and being flexible with wordcounts for due dates. I finished, and got awesome art out of it! Also, the fanmix mandos did is absolutely awesome - I've had it blaring throughout the house for the last few days. Listen to it when the link comes up. Seriously.
Link to art: Clicky clicky, here be pretties!
Dean fell back on the bed, laughing. Gabriel was prancing around in his underwear, striking all sorts of ridiculous poses. All because of one simple comment.
“Okay, okay,” Dean gasped out. “I take it back, you're not a peacock!”
“That's better,” Gabriel smirked as he climbed onto the bed and straddled Dean's legs. “Finished making fun of me?”
“Depends. You finished making fun of yourself?”
“Hmmm... yeah, okay.” Gabriel leaned down and started rubbing himself against Dean's already prominent erection. “I can think of a few other things we could do tonight. Y'know, since we both struck out at the club.”
“Yeah, of course,” Dean muttered. Instead of pursuing his annoyance though, he leaned up and licked a stripe up Gabriel's neck. After a year of casual hook-ups, Dean knew most of Gabriel's hot spots.
“Mmmmmm,” Gabriel let out a happy noise as Dean continued to suckle on his neck, and began a steady grind of cocks pressing together. The feeling reassured Dean that they were both on board, feeling just how hard Gabriel was above him.
With a bit of manoeuvring, Dean turned to his stomach and let Gabriel yank his underwear down. Soon they were both naked, and Dean rubbed himself back against the cock he craved. He wasn't going to beg for it verbally - there would be too much chance that Gabriel would realise Dean's true feelings - but Gabriel always enjoyed it when he was physically eager.
“C'mon Gabe,” Dean finally let out when Gabriel had just been rutting against him for too long. “Lube's in the drawer.”
“Hm? Oh yeah,” Gabriel muttered. Dean wasn't sure he wanted to know where Gabriel's mind had wandered off to there. “Just a sec.”
With a nip to Dean's spine, Gabriel finally removed himself from his perch and crawled across the bed to rummage around in the bedside cabinet. Lube found, he turned back to Dean, who was kneeling in the middle of the bed and gently stroking himself.
“Damn, you know what a guy wants to see,” Gabriel licked his lips. Dean mimicked the action without thinking, enjoying the smirk it earned. “C'mon, on your back. Let's get this show on the road.”
Nodding, Dean relaxed back on the bed, spreading his legs so that Gabriel could settle between them and stretch him open. The burn felt good as they rushed through the motions, doing their best to stay quiet and not wake Dean's house mate.
“I've got an idea,” Gabriel muttered against Dean's hip. “Roll over, on your side. Let's give that a try.”
“Sure thing,” Dean smiled as he felt Gabriel's fingers pull out of him, just this side of painful. Truth be told, he liked some pain with his pleasure. It kept things interesting. He rolled to his side and held up his leg, waiting as Gabriel settled in behind him. There was the crinkle of a condom packet, and Dean glanced over his shoulder. It was always amusing to see Gabriel struggling to put on a condom.
“Stupid piece of rubber,” Gabriel growled. Dean smothered a laugh against his arm, but lost when Gabriel finally crowed in triumph at managing to cover his cock in slippery latex. It was just so juvenile.
Then Gabriel was pressing into him again, and Dean's laugh morphed into a moan of appreciation. Gabriel's arms went around him, holding him tight as he was penetrated, and Dean couldn't think of anywhere he'd rather be right now.
~*~
Gabriel shifted in his sleep, and Dean smiled. Whenever they slept together, Gabriel always insisted on using him as an overgrown teddy bear, despite Dean's insistence that neither of them were thirteen year old girls. Truthfully, he was as powerless against Gabriel's sleepy puppy-dog eyes as he was against either of their brothers'. He probably just had a weakness for eyes in general.
Moving carefully, Dean managed to get into a reasonably comfortable position. He was still going to be sore as hell tomorrow - Gabriel had been quite enthusiastic, after all - but at least he could get a good night's sleep.
Whenever Gabriel slept in his arms, he always had a good night's sleep. Now if only he could ensure that Gabriel was always there, always with him as his lover. Unfortunately with Gabriel so far in the closet, it was frankly a miracle that he even stayed the night.
“I love you,” Dean whispered into Gabriel's hair. He wasn't stupid enough to say it when Gabriel was awake enough to respond, but saying it now made him feel like he wasn't just spreading his legs for nothing.
~*~
The First Time
“Hey Deano, need your help!”
“Doing what?” Dean asked warily as he glanced around the door frame leading to the kitchen. His housemate's older brother had been in there all afternoon, apparently cooking a birthday cake for one of their other brothers. They were from a pretty big family.
“Be my guinea pig. How does this taste?” Gabriel asked, holding out what was probably a cupcake. It was either that or a sprinkle-covered ball of chocolate the size of Gabriel's fist. Either was possible with Gabriel cooking.
“Fine,” Dean shrugged and took the proffered food item. “But if I die or get food poisoning, you're the one explaining it to Cas.”
“Deal.”
Dean contemplated the sweet thing for a moment, before shrugging and biting into it. Immediately he let out a moan that he was sure he'd get shit for later, but he didn't care. It was good. The soft, moist cake centre was covered in a layer of chocolate about a quarter of an inch thick. There was some sort of flavour underneath the chocolate that he couldn't quite identify, but it stopped the thing from being too rich or sickly sweet. In short, it was the best thing he'd tasted in ages, easily trumping his or Castiel's cooking skills.
“By the pornographic moan, I guess you like it?” Gabriel asked, sounding amused. Dean just nodded his answer, too busy eating to speak. Once he'd finished, he licked his fingers clean - and was certain that he heard a short intake of breath. They'd been gently flirting for a while now, ever since Gabriel had moved back to the city to do his honours degree at the same college Cas went to. Now Dean and Cas were in their final year of their degree, while Gabriel had finished his course and was attempting to find a job that would actually use it. Dean figured that by now, Gabriel probably saw him as a sexually available adult, and it was probably time to take it up a notch.
“I think my mouth just came,” Dean said, trademark 'I am sexy and you know it' grin, in place. “Any time you want me to return the favour, just ask.”
“Well,” Gabriel started contemplatively, “I think I'll need a bit of motivation to clean up the kitchen.”
Grinning, Dean stepped closer and sank to his knees. He deftly undid Gabriel's belt buckle, rubbing against the man's growing erection as he did so. It was interesting to see the reaction - Gabriel hissed softly and grabbed the counter behind him. Smirking upwards, Dean finished undoing the jeans in front of him and slipped a hand inside to fondle Gabriel through his underwear.
“Fuck,” Gabriel whispered as Dean started to stroke him. “You're, uh... you're sure you wanna do this?”
“Yeah,” Dean replied, licking his lips. “I'm real sure.”
“What about Castiel?”
“What about him?” Dean shrugged, tugging Gabriel's jeans down a little. “He's not gonna get jealous, if that's what you mean.”
“No, I meant - oooooh...” Gabriel finally fell silent after a long moan, as Dean wrapped his lips around the head of Gabriel's cock and started lapping at him. One of his hands continued to firmly stroke the shaft, while the other slid up Gabriel's leg to cup his buttock. With a slight squeeze to his ass for encouragement, Gabriel slowly started thrusting into Dean's mouth.
“Oh fuck,” Gabriel muttered. One of his hands released its death-grip on the counter and came forward to slide through Dean's hair. That was just fine with Dean, who hummed a little in approval. He rarely admitted it or indulged in it, but he enjoyed it when someone rode his face. Problem was, there weren't really many men he trusted enough to put himself in a vulnerable position for.
He'd give it a shot for Gabriel, though.
“Dean... fuck, your mouth,” Gabriel ground out. “You, you're okay if I...”
That was why Dean was willing to let go of some of his control. He knew that Gabriel wouldn't abuse that trust.
Showing his approval, Dean bobbed his head once, then pressed back a little into Gabriel's hand. The man got the hint pretty quickly and brought his other hand around, fingers quickly combing through Dean's hair and finding a fairly solid grip.
The first few thrusts were exploratory, gentle almost, easing them both into it, and Dean was thankful. It meant that by the time Gabriel started properly shoving into his mouth, Dean was relaxed enough to let go of Gabriel's dick and reach down to fist his own, giving over complete control.
“Damn you look good like this,” Gabriel muttered, and Dean tried not to laugh. Typical Gabriel, a loudmouth even while doing the deed. “So good on your knees, perfect mouth put to best use... can't believe I never tried this before. Fuck! You got some real skills there, wanna ride this pretty mouth all night long.”
By now, Gabriel was pushing back into Dean's throat, making him choke a little on each thrust. For a moment Dean was afraid that Gabriel would back off, but the amber eyes glanced down further to where Dean's hand was stroking frantically over his engorged cock. It was pretty damn clear how much Dean was enjoying himself, especially when Gabriel grinned down at him and slammed back into his mouth.
Gabriel's thrusts took on ever more force, and even through the tears forming Dean found himself drawing closer and closer to orgasm. He really wanted to get Gabriel there first, but from the increasingly erratic thrusts, he didn't think that was going to be much of a problem.
Once Dean started humming, it was all over. The extra sensations made Gabriel's fingers tighten in his hair, and then he was coming down Dean's throat. Dean swallowed what he could, the rest dribbling out of his mouth and down his chin. With a final tug to his own cock, Dean groaned and came over his hand.
Gingerly, Gabriel stroked Dean's hair and pulled back, softened cock slipping free of his mouth. Dean grinned lazily up at him before climbing to his feet and grabbing a cloth from the counter to clean himself up.
“That was awesome,” Dean declared, shooting a grin at Gabriel. “You want to do that again some time?”
“I, uh...” The shorter man was avoiding Dean's gaze, eyes darting around the room. “That is...”
“Dean,” Castiel's voice called out as the front door opened. “Where are you?”
“Kitchen,” he called back. Gabriel's eyes widened, and he almost jumped away from Dean as he straightened his clothes. Raising an eyebrow, Dean did up his own jeans as Cas walked into the kitchen. As Dean had thought, Cas didn't so much as blink at them.
“I forgot to get anything to make dinner,” Cas stated simply. “We shall have to order something in.”
“I could go grab stuff,” Dean offered. Castiel stared back at him for a moment.
“We shall have to order something in,” he repeated, and Dean grinned. “I suggest Thai food.”
“Gotcha.”
“Yes, order dinner,” Gabriel interjected, nodding emphatically and making both Cas and Dean stare at him. “I need to clean up in here, go on, you guys go out there and do your homework or something.” With that, Dean found himself shoved out into the living room, followed by Cas.
Castiel blinked slowly, then turned to Dean as they walked over to the couch.
“What did you do to upset him? I was under the impression that you had just had sex.”
“I blew him,” Dean shrugged and sprawled onto the couch. Cas, in his typical cat-like manner, curled up half snuggled into Dean's side.
“Huh. I usually like the people who blow me. Unless they bite. Did you bite him?”
“Nah, he really enjoyed it,” Dean answered, puzzled by Gabriel's reaction but used to Castiel's ways.
“Hm. Well, we can order dinner later. What's on television tonight?”
Dean laughed and wrapped an arm around Castiel's shoulders, pulling him closer for a moment. Trust Cas to not give a shit.
~*~
Now
“So, have you told him yet?”
Dean sighed. He'd thought that Cas had finally dropped the subject, but of course his luck couldn't hold out. Somehow Lucas - one of the oldest of the Cooper brothers - had found out that Dean's feelings for Gabriel were a lot more serious than either of them let on.
“Piss off Lucas,” Dean headed for the kitchen in an attempt to avoid the conversation. He'd been over and over it with both Sam and Cas, he didn't want to start with Lucas. Possibly because he was still intimidated by the man, though he'd never admit it to anyone.
“So, no.” Lucas sounded unreasonably amused in Dean's opinion. “Why not? You do know that he hasn't actually slept with anyone else in months, right?”
“How do you know that?”
“I pay attention,” Lucas shrugged, leaning against the door frame. He looked so sure of himself, and Dean knew that Lucas and Gabriel had always been close
“And it doesn't bother you? Y'know, the whole gay thing?” While Dean was comfortable with his sexuality, he knew that Gabriel very much wasn't.
“Why would it? We all got used to Castiel being... well, Castiel. For a while there we all thought that you and he were together. I think Michael was actually disappointed when it turned out you weren't.”
“Yeah, I bet he was,” Dean couldn't help smiling. According to Cas himself, when he was sober he was pretty much asexual. When drunk or high, however, he was pansexual. Dean didn't think that made sense, but as long as Cas was happy, all was good.
“Anyway,” Lucas grinned back, “while I'm sure that Gabriel could do better than you, you're a vast improvement over his last girlfriend. Also, Castiel assures me that you're clean, which is more than can be said for some of his hook-ups.”
“Gee, thanks,” Dean commented drily. Truthfully, he didn't know why Gabriel insisted on maintaining a 'straight' facade, but as long as he did, there would be no relationship. “Look, he's made it pretty clear that he's gonna do what's expected, marry a girl and have kids to carry on the Cooper line.”
Lucas made a face, clearly unimpressed.
“Don't know why he'd want to do that. Surely this generation has proved that our family should die out. We're all different shades of insane.”
“Won't argue there.”
~*~
Dean lay back on the couch, vaguely watching the game on TV. He was man enough to admit that he was moping. It was Saturday night and he was waiting at home, just in case the guy he frequently screwed - who was unfortunately most emphatically not his boyfriend - called wanting a hook-up.
“I'm pathetic, aren't I?” He spoke aloud.
“No you're not,” Castiel answered, wandering into the room while simultaneously reading an old book. He easily settled down on top of Dean's legs before slumping sideways to snuggle into his chest.
“Hey, I'm not a mattress,” Dean huffed even as he brought his arms up to hold Cas in place. Didn't want him losing his balance and falling, after all.
“Of course you aren't.” Dean could hear the smile in Castiel's voice. “You do make a lovely teddy though.”
“Sam's the overgrown snuggly teddy, not me.” The statement earned a chuckle from Cas, and Dean nudged him a little. “What?”
“You said 'snuggly'. This may be the first time you have uttered the word.”
“Fuck you.”
“No thank you, we didn't find it enjoyable last time.
Dean laughed and closed his eyes, much more relaxed than he had been. Somehow Cas always had that effect, made him feel safe and wanted.
“Your banter's coming along well,” Dean muttered into Castiel's hair. “So proud of you, getting all social and shit.”
“I believe it is from prolonged exposure to you and Sam. Perhaps also the continual group assignments the professors insist on setting.”
“Ah, I see.” He was aware that he was falling asleep - which, again, pretty fucking pathetic - until he heard Lucas' chuckle.
“And this is why we all assumed that you two were a couple.”
Eyes still shut, Dean raised his hand and flipped Lucas off, something that just made him laugh again.
“Why are you still here, anyway?” Dean asked. “Shouldn't you be back in New York actually running your company?”
“That's what I have Meg and Crowley for,” Lucas shrugged it off as he settled into the arm chair. “It's far more interesting to watch this soap opera develop.”
“Gee, thanks.” Despite the caustic tone, Dean was actually a little thankful that Lucas was hanging around. He knew how Gabriel's mind worked, and actually seemed interested in getting him to start a relationship.
Any answer Lucas might have given was interrupted by a knock at the door. Dean glanced in its direction, then at Castiel, who didn't seem inclined to move.
“You gonna answer it? Or, y'know, let me answer it?”
“No,” Cas answered absently. “I'm comfortable. Need to finish this by Monday.”
Dean raised an eyebrow as he looked at the book. Cas was at least three quarters done, and could probably read the entire book overnight. He figured that the first statement was probably the more important one. The guy was such a cat at times.
“I'll get it,” Lucas rose again, shooting a fond glance at Cas. Dean hid his grin. Castiel seriously had both Lucas and Gabriel - probably a few of their other siblings as well - wrapped around his little finger. Even if none of them would admit it, Castiel's peculiar mix of near-genius intellect and near-autistic social skills made everyone in the family protective. Dean included.
A few minutes later, Gabriel bounded into the room. There was only the briefest pause when he saw Dean and Cas curled up together, but Dean still noticed.
“Hey fellas,” Gabriel recovered and grinned at them. “I need a wingman tonight. Who's game?”
“Am I allowed up?” Dean asked Cas, even as his insides clenched. Wingman, Gabriel had said. That meant he was going after women, no matter what Lucas had said about not seeing anyone else, and there was very little chance he'd get much of Gabriel's attention.
This unrequited love shit sucked.
“Hm,” Cas hummed and looked up briefly, before his eyes flicked back to his book. “No. Gabriel, take Lucas with you. Get him out of our hair for the night.”
“I'm hurt little one,” Lucas feigned a hurt look, hand over heart. “I almost think you don't want me here.”
“Think what you want,” Cas said absently, book already reclaiming his attention. “Just go somewhere else to think it.”
“Fine. Come on Gabriel, let's leave these two to their studies.”
“Okay,” Gabriel muttered. Dean could tell that he was disappointed, which he guessed was at least a step forward. Now if he could just figure out how to tell Gabriel that he wanted to be more than a fuck buddy.
Dean waited until he heard the front door click shut before he nudged Cas again.
“So... why aren't I allowed out tonight? I know you enjoy spending time with Lucas, and I'm pretty sure you could finish that book during the trip to class.”
“It's part of our plan,” Cas explained calmly as he closed the book and tilted his head to look at Dean. “Step one is to make Gabriel realise that you don't exist just for his fun. Step two is to make him see that he wants to spend time with you.”
“I see,” Dean replied, blinking in surprise. “And, uh... who came up with this plan?”
“Lucas and myself. Since you have already decided that you want to be in a relationship with Gabriel, we don't have to convince you of anything.”
“Thank fuck for that,” Dean muttered. He knew that he was no match for the combined efforts of Cas and Lucas, even if he could deny one individually. Sooner or later the pair of them teamed up would wear anyone down.
“Exactly. Now call and order Thai food, Lucas left money on the counter. Oh, and grab your porn stash, I'm going to require a gay marathon for this assignment.”
Dean wasn't going to ask.
~*~
Two weeks later, Dean was really missing Gabriel. It turned out that Lucas was actually in town for a reason - he was considering buying out a company or two to expand his business empire - and he had plenty of time for his side-project of getting Dean and Gabriel into a relationship. Between them, Cas and Lucas had successfully managed to prevent them from having any alone time. Dean figured this came under the 'get Gabriel to notice Dean's absence' part of the plan.
Today, however, Dean and Cas were holding a gathering to watch the playoffs. Several of their college friends were coming, and Dean's younger brother Sam was bringing his girlfriend Jess to meet them all. Lucas had made sure that Gabriel was coming, and Dean was determined to pull him aside and talk to him at some point during the afternoon. Cas had agreed to run interference should it seem that Gabriel was leaving before the talk could occur.
Dean wasn't entirely sure when his house mate had taken charge of his love life, but if it worked he wasn't going to complain about the method.
As the afternoon progressed, Dean found himself bickering easily with Lucas over teams while watching Gabriel from the corner of his eye. The shorter man had an odd mix of emotions on his face, almost like he wasn't sure how to feel about Dean and Lucas being close. If he was honest, Dean was in the same boat.
Eventually the game ended, and Dean knew he had to move quickly. He snagged Gabriel's hand and gave it a quick squeeze before heading to his room, hoping that Gabriel would take the hint and follow him.
Sitting on his bed, Dean wasn't waiting long before Gabriel slipped into the room, locking the door behind him.
“Hey,” Dean smiled, blood running a little quicker at the hungry look Gabriel was wearing.
Before he knew what was going on, Dean had a lapful of Gabriel who was grinding their crotches together, and he was rapidly getting hard.
“Gabriel,” he choked out, hands digging into the man's hips, “need to talk to you about something.”
“Can't it wait?” Gabriel muttered, sounding distinctly put out as he leaned in to nip at Dean's throat. “Need this. Fuck, my brothers are a pair of cock-blockers.”
Dean wanted to be strong and talk first, but it had been too long. He missed sex with Gabriel, and was soon rutting against him, kissing him hungrily. One hand travelled around and squeezed at Gabriel's ass, making the man's hips push forward, and hello, there was the not-so-little friend that Dean had been missing.
Then Gabriel was undoing their flies, and fuck it. This could well be the last time, and maybe Gabriel would be more amenable after sex.
Denial. Also known as the Winchester Family Special.
“Fuck,” Dean muttered as Gabriel's hand was suddenly around his cock. He soon wormed his hand between them as well, grasping Gabriel's cock and stroking it just the way he liked. They were soon moving in tandem, kissing hungrily, hands and cocks bumping, clutching at each other with their free hands. It was perfect and wonderful and exactly what Dean wanted.
All too soon it was over, Gabriel tensing above him as he came, and a few strokes later Dean was there as well. They slowly collapsed into a tangle of limbs as they caught their breath again. With one hand, Dean stroked up and down Gabriel's back. It earned him a soft purring sound, so Dean kept going.
“So,” Gabriel panted against Dean's neck, “what was it you wanted to talk about?”
Dean's hand stilled, and he sighed. This was it. The big talk, the possible end.
“I love you,” Dean let it out, leading with the biggest issue. “I want a proper relationship with you.”
“What?” Gabriel full-body flinched, and Dean let him scramble upright. “Dude, that's gay.”
“And you sticking your cock up my arse on a regular basis isn't?” Dean shot back. No way was he backing down. “Not a lot would change Gabriel, I'm not asking you to make an announcement in the paper. We just wouldn't jump away from each other in public.”
“Not gonna happen,” Gabriel shook his head adamantly, doing up his jeans hurriedly. “My family would flip if they thought I was gay. Sorry Dean, but I'm not going to date a guy.”
“Okay,” Dean swallowed hard, trying to keep the hurt from his voice. Time to be a man. “It's up to you. Can't force you to love me back. But it means our arrangement is over.”
“What?” Gabriel looked surprised, and Dean let out a bitter laugh.
“I refuse to be your dirty secret any more. I'm not ashamed of my sexuality, and I'm not going to hide who I am.” Dean's shoulders slumped again, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “I know it's scary to come out, but I think you'd have more support in your family than you think.”
“I... I can't...” Gabriel whispered, edging away. “I'm not gay. I can't date you.”
“Then find another toyboy,” Dean stood and moved to his drawers to find clean clothes, suddenly really needing a shower. “'Cause I'm done with being hidden.”
He could feel Gabriel stare at him for several moments, before the lock clicked and Gabriel left. Dean controlled the urge to punch the wall, but only barely.
~*~
Dean sat slumped on the couch, aware that he was pining but not quite ready to move on. He'd barely left the house since his disastrous talk with Gabriel, except to drive Cas to and from college and attend the occasional class himself. Just because his heart was broken didn't mean he was going to throw away a year of study... Fuck, I'm a teenage girl, he thought to himself.
“How long do you intend on being depressed?” Castiel asked as he sat next to Dean, arms brushing against each other.
“I'm almost done,” Dean smiled at his friend. “Figure I'll go out on Friday night, see if I can find a rebound date. It's been a month, that's long enough. Promise I'll move on.”
“Good.” Castiel moved to sling his arm around Dean's shoulders before leaning in to kiss his temple. “I dislike it when you are upset. Please refrain from it in the future.”
Dean let out a laugh. Typical Cas.
“Why did you do that?” Dean asked gesturing to his head. Cas shrugged, looking a little confused.
“It's what Lucas does when I am upset... was it wrong? I am new at lending comfort.”
“Nah Cas, it's fine.” Dean shifted and lay down with his head in Castiel's slap, smiling a little as he felt long fingers running through his hair. “Never change.”
“I shall do my best.” He could hear the amusement in Castiel's voice. There was silence for several minutes, and Dean was just about to drift off when he heard Lucas let himself in - and when had he gotten a key to the house anyway?
“How is he doing?” Was that concern that he heard in Lucas' voice? Weird.
“He is almost finished moping,” Cas responded softly, fingers still moving gently. Dean wasn't sure if Cas knew he was awake or not. If he did, he was clearly giving Dean the option to avoid talking to Lucas. “Dean is strong. He loves with his whole heart, and it will take time before he is prepared for a relationship with another, but he will move on.”
“Gabriel's still being stubborn. I don't understand why he insists on this ridiculous facade. Dean would be good for him.”
“Why are you insistent on this?” Castiel asked, sounding genuinely curious. Dean wanted to know as well, so he remained silent.
There was a pause, and Dean could imagine the stare-off. For this one, his money was on Cas. The guy had the most intense stare ever. After a minute, Lucifer sighed and Dean fought not to smile. Go Cas.
“Dean has a remarkable ability to get under one's skin... He's quite entertaining. He's looked after you without treating you like a child. And I'm sure that Gabriel has feelings for him as well, he's just too stubborn to admit it. They'd be good together.”
“So... Cas spoke slowly , as though he were still working it out. It was a tone he often used when faced with social situations. “You wish to be friends with Dean? You want him as part of the family.”
“Pretty much,” Lucas sounded relieved. “He has potential. Pity you weren't interested in him.”
“I am. I hope we shall always be together. Dean and I share a bond. Just not a romantic or sexual one.”
Lucas chuckled, and Dean let himself smile. Cas was exactly right, and he shared that hope.
~*~
“Dean?” Cas sounded angry, which made Dean pause in tuning up his Impala. He was almost certain that he hadn't done anything to annoy his friend lately.
“Yeah? What's up?”
“Gabriel received a job offer in Texas. He's moving at the end of the week.”
Dean gripped the wrench in his hand a little tighter, then glanced up at Cas.
“Texas. He's running all the way to fucking Texas to get away from my gayness?”
“I believe so,” Cas frowned, clearly not even attempting to defend his brother. “I have told him that I am unimpressed. I believe Lucas is having a few words with him as well, though he refused to let me hear them.”
At that, Dean had to smile. He'd known that he could count on Castiel for support, but to discover that Lucas apparently considered him worthy as well was a good feeling.
“So...” Dean began, then sighed. “Fuck. I don't...” He trailed off, but took a breath and continued when Cas just stared at him. “I'm not over him, Cas. I thought I could move on, but I can't. I don't want him to leave.”
Cas nodded, understanding as always. There was a pause, before Dean cleared his throat.
“Any suggestions? I mean, do you think I've still got a chance to keep him?”
“Yes,” Castiel answered easily. “His feelings for you run deep. After all, he believes he must move to a new state to distance himself from them. If you are willing to fight him for this, you still have a chance.”
“Right,” Dean nodded and stepped away from the Impala to wrap Cas in a hug. It wasn't something that Dean was often comfortable initiating, but in this instance Cas deserved it. “You're awesome man.”
“I know,” Castiel shrugged and hugged him back. “Now go, Lucas is probably still berating him. If you save him from that he will be much more receptive to your advances.”
Dean laughed, but quickly packed up the gear. It wasn't like there was anything actually wrong with Baby anyway.
~*~
“I'm not selfish!” Gabriel was shouting as Dean paused at the front door. “Look, I need to do this, please Lucas!”
Deciding to cut the argument short, Dean knocked loudly. Immediately there were steps coming closer, and Dean knew that Gabriel was eager to use any distraction at all to end the argument. He hated fighting with his brothers, which Dean totally understood.
The door swung open, and Gabriel let out a squeak of surprise. Clearly, Dean was the last person he'd expected at his doorstep.
“Dean! Uh, what are you -”
“You're leaving,” Dean cut in, stepping forward. “You're running away like a coward because you won't accept that you want a gay relationship.”
“Shut up,” Gabriel hissed, eyes wide with almost-panic.
“No.” Dean took another step forward, crowding Gabriel back into the house. Soon he was able to kick the door shut, making the shorter man jump.
“My brother's here, we can't do this now,” Gabriel nearly pleaded with him, but Dean just shook his head and kept walking. It wasn't often that he used his height against people, but right now it was proving very useful. Not only was Gabriel a little intimidated, but Dean was pretty sure he was getting turned on as well.
“You're not leaving,” Dean growled. “I'm not letting you run away. Tell me you don't have feelings for me, tell me that no part of you wants a proper relationship. Otherwise, I'm going to prove to you just how good we could be together.”
For a moment, with Gabriel pressed against the arm of the couch, eyes wide, breath coming fast, Lucas watching in the background, Dean wasn't sure which way Gabriel was going to go.
“Gabriel, I love you.” It was the only argument he had left. Gabriel let out a whimper, and finally responded in a voice so quiet it was almost inaudible.
“I love you too.”
Dean surged forward and claimed Gabriel's mouth in a kiss that was immediately brutal. Gabriel bit back just as hard, hands coming up to clutch at Dean's jacket, and he knew that Gabriel had been turned on by the show of dominance.
Pulling back a little, Dean shrugged out of his jacket before glancing over to Lucas.
“Any comments?” He asked. He felt Gabriel tense up against him, but Lucas just shrugged.
“You break his heart I break your legs. Clear?”
“Crystal,” Dean nodded, swallowing hard. New friendship with Lucas aside, he was well aware of what would happen if he mistreated Gabriel.
“You too Gabriel,” Lucas frowned at his brother. “Dean is mine and Castiel's friend too. If this thing ends, handle it like adults, okay?”
“Adults? Us?” Gabriel smirked back, though Dean could hear the tremor of uncertainty which meant he was still shaken. “You have met us both, right?”
“Irritating little shit,” Lucas muttered fondly as he picked up his own jacket. “I'll see myself out and spread the word. Don't worry Gabriel, this won't change anything.”
Before Lucas had finished speaking, Dean shoved Gabriel down onto the couch, making him fall over the arm of it, and climbed on top of him ready to consummate the new relationship. Gabriel responded quickly, clearly just as eager.
“Fuck I missed you,” Gabriel groaned as they pulled at each others clothes, probably just slowing down the process but not caring. “We're gonna be okay, right?”
“Course we are,” Dean grunted as he virtually attacked Gabriel's neck with his mouth. “I'm not letting you go, and we got Cas and Lucas backing us up. Ain't no one gonna be willing to take us all on.” He raised himself up enough to finally get rid of his t-shirt, trying not to drool as Gabriel did the same.
“What about Sam?” Gabriel asked, clearly swallowing a moan when Dean leaned down to trail kisses along his collar-bone. It was one of Dean's favourite hot spots to exploit.
“Sam already knows I'm bi,” Dean eventually explained. “Figured it out when he caught me fucking the quarterback in high school. He might not get along with you, but he won't care that you're a guy.”
“Oh,” Gabriel responded. “Oh!” That one, Dean grinned to himself, was definitely a response to him grabbing Gabriel's dick through his his jeans.
“Now can we please stop talking and have sex? Want this cock inside me.”
“If you insist,” Gabriel grinned up at him cheekily, and Dean bent down to kiss it away. He ground his ass against Gabriel's tented crotch, teasing. At that Gabriel grabbed Dean's hips in an attempt to move them how he wanted, but Dean was having none of that.
“Ah, ah, ah...” Dean smirked as he forcibly moved Gabriel's hands to pin them to the cushion above his head. “You've called the shots long enough. Now it's my turn.”
Beneath him, Gabriel swallowed hard - then the tension seemed to drain out of him. Dean leaned down to kiss him, and Gabriel responded easily, no hesitation as their bare chests brushed together. It was perfect.
Naturally, it couldn't last. Gabriel was incapable of following orders for long, and was soon grinding up against Dean's ass. A low growl fell from Dean's throat, and Gabriel broke the kiss, laughing.
“C'mon big boy,” Gabriel leered up at him. “Show me what you've got.”
“Watch your mouth,” Dean chided, nipping at Gabriel's lip. “Gonna ride you 'til you've got nothing left to give.”
“Promises, promises.”
With that, Dean pulled back abruptly and rolled off the couch. He grinned at the put-out 'hey!' that left Gabriel, then slowly toed off his boots and ran his fingers over his belt buckle. When he was sure he had Gabriel's full attention, he started swaying his hips as he slowly unbuckled his belt, slipping it through the loops of his jeans in one long, sinuous movement.
The strangled whimper he got as a result was totally worth feeling a little silly.
He let the belt fall onto the couch at Gabriel's side and tugged the man into a sitting position. He sank to his knees between Gabriel's spread legs and mentally thanked whoever had designed the couch. It was at a really good height for him to be comfortable as he leant forward to nuzzle against Gabriel's stomach as he deftly popped the buttons of his lover's jeans. Above him, Gabriel's breaths had turned to harsh pants, and Dean was insanely happy to know that he could still affect the older man like this. After all, Gabriel had a lot of experience, and their relationship for the past year had been almost exclusively sex.
That didn't seem to matter now though, as Gabriel just let Dean do whatever he wanted to his body, watching with wide, fascinated eyes.
Between them they tugged Gabriel's jeans and underwear off, and Dean slowly jacked the already hard shaft.
“Dean,” Gabriel managed to hiss out a word with no sibilants, making Dean take mercy on him.
“Okay, okay,” he smiled reassuringly. “I'll get on with it.” He pulled back and rose to his feet again. Smirking down at Gabriel, Dean thumped open his jeans and dragged the zipper down, offering some relief for his own aching cock. Gabriel's eyes were glued to the prominent bulge in his underwear, which made Dean want to crow in triumph.
Not gay, Dean's ass
“Where's the lube?” Dean asked, voice gone husky and deep. Gabriel swallowed again, then nodded towards his bedroom.
“Top drawer, with my underwear. I could-”
“Stay there,” Dean stopped him with a hand on Gabriel's chest. “Let me do this.”
Gabriel nodded and settled back down. Dean moved easily through Gabriel's house despite his state of undress. The bottle of lube was easy to find, and Dean grinned in triumph. He headed back and struggled not to laugh at the sight of Gabriel squirming in place.
“Easy there tiger,” Dean slid onto Gabriel's lap and kissed him softly. “We'll get there.”
“Hurry it up,” Gabriel grouched, though Dean could hear the pleading underneath. “I'm getting a serious case of blue balls here.”
Chuckling, Dean stood again and licked his lips before reaching for the discarded belt.
“Tell me something,” he held the belt out between his hands, snapping it once. “How do you feel about experimenting a little with control?”
Dean had his answer in the way Gabriel's eyes widened and his breath hitched. He smiled and took hold of Gabriel's wrists before tugging them behind the man's back, binding them easily with the belt. He pressed another soft kiss to Gabriel's mouth, appreciating the show of trust, before he stepped back to run his fingers around the waist of his jeans.
He slowly shook his hips, a flick of his fingers enough to dislodge the jeans so that they slid down his legs. It was very gratifying to see Gabriel lost for words, body leaning forwards as if to get closer even as he remained seated. Dean figured that next time he'd draw it out further, really give his lover a show.
For now though, he slid his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and dragged them down, stepping free of the last of his clothes and sliding onto Gabriel's lap. Dean wrapped one hand around the shorter man's neck to help him balance, then reached for the dropped lube. He watched, fascinated, as Gabriel began to breathe harder, chest rising and falling visibly.
“You okay there?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course I am,” Gabriel shot back. “I'm just really fucking turned on. Hurry it up, will you?”
“Now where's the fun in that?” Despite the teasing tone of his voice, Dean rolled his hips forward to briefly run their cocks together. Even as he swallowed Gabriel's groan in a kiss, Dean fumbled with the bottle and soon had a lube-slicked finger sliding into himself. This time it was his turn to groan as Gabriel did some truly marvellous things with his tongue while Dean stretched himself open. A second finger quickly followed, then briefly a third, and before long Dean was pulling away, ready for the main event.
“You sure you're stretched enough?” Gabriel asked, a flicker of worry in his eyes. “You always act tough and cool, I don't want you getting hurt. You don't have to prove anything.”
Dean paused in the act of tearing open a condom and blinked down at Gabriel.
“You're getting all serious about my well-being and shit now, when I'm just about to ride you like a sideshow pony? Really?”
“Really,” Gabriel chuckled, leaning forward to press a teasing kiss to Dean's chest. When he pulled back again, he gave a small shrug. “You always did bring out the best in me.”
Dean had no answer for that. He swallowed hard, then leaned his head down to rest on Gabriel's shoulder. They sat like that, breathing each other in for a few minutes, before Gabriel shifted and tried to rut up against Dean.
“Look, I know I said to slow down if you needed, but I didn't mean you should stop completely!”
Dean huffed a laugh, but pulled back enough to start preparing himself again, thrusting three fingers lightly into himself to ensure he was still ready. Satisfied, he pulled the condom from its packet and rolled it onto Gabriel's neglected cock, cursing when it wouldn't cooperate with him.
“Condoms suck,” Dean growled, though he managed eventually - even with the added difficulty of Gabriel laughing at him. “C'mere you.”
It took a bit of manoeuvring, but soon Dean was kneeling over Gabriel's erection, rubbing the tip of it between his ass cheeks while his own cock rubbed lightly against Gabriel's stomach. The bound man was back to panting, hips trying to thrust up, but Dean just kept teasing.
“Fuck Dean, please!” Gabriel finally broke and begged. “Quit teasing and fuck me already!”
“Attaboy,” Dean grinned. “Knew you wanted it bad.”
“Like you don't,” Gabriel snarked back easily. It was true - Dean himself was far from unaffected.
Lifting up a little, Dean lined them up properly without answering. He really missed the feeling of Gabriel inside of him. Both men let out small groans and grunts as Dean lowered himself, Gabriel holding as still as he could in an attempt to not slam his hips upwards.
“Deeeeeeean...” Gabriel almost whined with desperation. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...”
“Yeah, Gabe,” Dean finally rocked down, seating himself completely. “Fuck I missed you.”
“Me too. Got me hooked, don't want anyone else,” Gabriel admitted. His eyes were open, staring up at Dean in that way all the Cooper brothers shared, but this was almost certainly the first time Dean had seen no barriers from Gabriel. His defences were down, letting Dean in, and he knew that it cost Gabriel a lot to be this open.
Instead of further teasing, Dean started moving properly, lifting himself then rocking back down forcefully. It wasn't long at all before he had Gabriel moaning in pleasure, head thrown back against the sofa, trying to thrust up but unable to get a good purchase. Dean was panting as he leaned his fore-arms on the back of the sofa, either side of Gabriel's head, to give himself better leverage. It also meant that Gabriel's wonderfully thick cock was rubbing properly along his prostate, while his stomach rubbed the underside of Dean's cock.
“Dean, fuck, not gonna last,” Gabriel was shaking his head, craning up to try and kiss Dean again. Dean lowered his head and nipped at Gabriel's lips, enjoying being able to do what he wanted to get his lover off.
“'S okay,” Dean muttered, pressing soft kisses along Gabriel's forehead and eyelids. “We're almost there.”
Keeping one arm on the sofa, Dean brought his other hand down to stroke his cock properly. He knew it wouldn't take much to bring them both to orgasm, not after how long they'd been denying each other. With a few strokes he was on the edge, trying to hold off just long enough to get Gabriel there too.
“Dean,” Gabriel gasped out and looked up. Dean blinked and was caught in golden eyes that seemed to see right into his soul.
“I love you, Dean.”
With that, Dean was coming, unable to hold off. It was okay though, because he felt Gabriel's hips stutter underneath him, and he ground down to milk his lover through their climaxes.
When he couldn't take any more, Dean fell forward with his head on Gabriel's shoulder, panting hard in time with Gabriel. He idly licked some of the sweat away from Gabriel's neck, making him groan low in his throat.
“Dean... as awesome as the afterglow is, think you could untie my hands? Please?” Gabriel looked at him with those puppy-dog eyes. Dean stared back sleepily for a moment, then smirked.
“Maybe. Let's see how good a mood you can get me into.”
After a pause, Gabriel's smirk returned as well.
“Challenge accepted.”
~*~
Sighing, Dean straightened Castiel's tie for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day. They were in the airport lounge waiting for their flight to be called. Dean, Cas and Gabriel were all flying to New York for a huge Cooper family Christmas, and Cas had wanted to look good for his parents.
“Why don't you just ditch the tie and pop these buttons?” Dean asked as he poked the top of Castiel's dress shirt. “You and ties seem to be a lethal mix.”
“Michael always said I should look my best,” Castiel frowned. “He will be expecting formal attire.”
“Ohmigawd,” a voice startled them, and Dean flinched a little. The flight attendant was staring at them with a manic grin, making Dean feel a little uncomfortable. “You guys are so cute together! Can I take a picture? Oh, I wish em-preg was real, you'd make such gorgeous babies!”
“Uh...” Dean blinked, taken off-guard. This was not what he was expecting, and he fervently wished Gabriel would get back.
Then he amended the wish to hoping that Gabriel would get back and actually help, rather than get offended that Dean kept getting mistaken for Castiel's boyfriend or just generally making matters worse. It was annoying, but the fact that Dean had stopped protesting about personal space violations years ago meant that they had achieved a level of closeness usually reserved for people who had been fucking for years. Not a whole lot that Dean could do about it now - and frankly, he cared more for Castiel's happiness than the opinions of strangers.
His preoccupation for Castiel's happiness was also why he was joining them on this flight. Dean hated planes.
“Dean! DeanDeanDean!” Dean smiled as he heard Gabriel's voice, seconds before his lover crashed into his side, hugging him tight. “Mmm, you're warm. Get down here, I need kisses!”
Dean had no idea what had made Gabriel so hyperactive, but he refrained from saying anything. Instead he leaned down and gladly kissed his lover, trying not to laugh when he heard Cas talking to the young woman.
“Dean and I are not lovers. He is dating my brother and I have no sex drive. Unless I'm drunk, but I have had nothing alcoholic for some time now.”
At that, both Dean and Gabriel lost the battle and started laughing. Cas was just so... Cas.
“So Dean,” Gabriel leaned up and whispered in his ear, “are we gonna try to join the mile high club?”
“You have to ask?” Dean smiled back shakily. “Might take my mind off the whole flying thing.”
“Aaaw, poor baby,” Gabriel nuzzled Dean's neck, one hand rubbing his stomach gently. “Don't worry, I'll make sure to keep you nicely distracted from the horrible plane.”
“Quit it,” Dean grabbed Gabriel's hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. “You're a menace, you know that right?”
“Just call me Dennis,” Gabriel grinned cheekily.
Dean rolled his eyes and turned to Cas - and promptly burst out laughing. Gabriel quickly followed suit. Cas had one arm around the flight attendant's waist, while a half-empty bottle of beer was in his other hand.
“Dean, Gabriel, meet Becky. She has some very interesting ideas about how to spend the flight.”
~fin~
Author:chef_geekier
Artist:mandos_sama
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Gabriel, constantly mistaken Dean/Cas (they're just really close friends), Lucas (Lucifer)
Warning(s): Lots and lots of sex - specifically blowjob, handjob, couch-sex, light bondage. Swearing. Borderline autistic Cas at times.
Beta:moonbeamdancer
Notes: Thanks to the mods for putting up with me very nearly dropping out, and being flexible with wordcounts for due dates. I finished, and got awesome art out of it! Also, the fanmix mandos did is absolutely awesome - I've had it blaring throughout the house for the last few days. Listen to it when the link comes up. Seriously.
Link to art: Clicky clicky, here be pretties!
Dean fell back on the bed, laughing. Gabriel was prancing around in his underwear, striking all sorts of ridiculous poses. All because of one simple comment.
“Okay, okay,” Dean gasped out. “I take it back, you're not a peacock!”
“That's better,” Gabriel smirked as he climbed onto the bed and straddled Dean's legs. “Finished making fun of me?”
“Depends. You finished making fun of yourself?”
“Hmmm... yeah, okay.” Gabriel leaned down and started rubbing himself against Dean's already prominent erection. “I can think of a few other things we could do tonight. Y'know, since we both struck out at the club.”
“Yeah, of course,” Dean muttered. Instead of pursuing his annoyance though, he leaned up and licked a stripe up Gabriel's neck. After a year of casual hook-ups, Dean knew most of Gabriel's hot spots.
“Mmmmmm,” Gabriel let out a happy noise as Dean continued to suckle on his neck, and began a steady grind of cocks pressing together. The feeling reassured Dean that they were both on board, feeling just how hard Gabriel was above him.
With a bit of manoeuvring, Dean turned to his stomach and let Gabriel yank his underwear down. Soon they were both naked, and Dean rubbed himself back against the cock he craved. He wasn't going to beg for it verbally - there would be too much chance that Gabriel would realise Dean's true feelings - but Gabriel always enjoyed it when he was physically eager.
“C'mon Gabe,” Dean finally let out when Gabriel had just been rutting against him for too long. “Lube's in the drawer.”
“Hm? Oh yeah,” Gabriel muttered. Dean wasn't sure he wanted to know where Gabriel's mind had wandered off to there. “Just a sec.”
With a nip to Dean's spine, Gabriel finally removed himself from his perch and crawled across the bed to rummage around in the bedside cabinet. Lube found, he turned back to Dean, who was kneeling in the middle of the bed and gently stroking himself.
“Damn, you know what a guy wants to see,” Gabriel licked his lips. Dean mimicked the action without thinking, enjoying the smirk it earned. “C'mon, on your back. Let's get this show on the road.”
Nodding, Dean relaxed back on the bed, spreading his legs so that Gabriel could settle between them and stretch him open. The burn felt good as they rushed through the motions, doing their best to stay quiet and not wake Dean's house mate.
“I've got an idea,” Gabriel muttered against Dean's hip. “Roll over, on your side. Let's give that a try.”
“Sure thing,” Dean smiled as he felt Gabriel's fingers pull out of him, just this side of painful. Truth be told, he liked some pain with his pleasure. It kept things interesting. He rolled to his side and held up his leg, waiting as Gabriel settled in behind him. There was the crinkle of a condom packet, and Dean glanced over his shoulder. It was always amusing to see Gabriel struggling to put on a condom.
“Stupid piece of rubber,” Gabriel growled. Dean smothered a laugh against his arm, but lost when Gabriel finally crowed in triumph at managing to cover his cock in slippery latex. It was just so juvenile.
Then Gabriel was pressing into him again, and Dean's laugh morphed into a moan of appreciation. Gabriel's arms went around him, holding him tight as he was penetrated, and Dean couldn't think of anywhere he'd rather be right now.
~*~
Gabriel shifted in his sleep, and Dean smiled. Whenever they slept together, Gabriel always insisted on using him as an overgrown teddy bear, despite Dean's insistence that neither of them were thirteen year old girls. Truthfully, he was as powerless against Gabriel's sleepy puppy-dog eyes as he was against either of their brothers'. He probably just had a weakness for eyes in general.
Moving carefully, Dean managed to get into a reasonably comfortable position. He was still going to be sore as hell tomorrow - Gabriel had been quite enthusiastic, after all - but at least he could get a good night's sleep.
Whenever Gabriel slept in his arms, he always had a good night's sleep. Now if only he could ensure that Gabriel was always there, always with him as his lover. Unfortunately with Gabriel so far in the closet, it was frankly a miracle that he even stayed the night.
“I love you,” Dean whispered into Gabriel's hair. He wasn't stupid enough to say it when Gabriel was awake enough to respond, but saying it now made him feel like he wasn't just spreading his legs for nothing.
~*~
The First Time
“Hey Deano, need your help!”
“Doing what?” Dean asked warily as he glanced around the door frame leading to the kitchen. His housemate's older brother had been in there all afternoon, apparently cooking a birthday cake for one of their other brothers. They were from a pretty big family.
“Be my guinea pig. How does this taste?” Gabriel asked, holding out what was probably a cupcake. It was either that or a sprinkle-covered ball of chocolate the size of Gabriel's fist. Either was possible with Gabriel cooking.
“Fine,” Dean shrugged and took the proffered food item. “But if I die or get food poisoning, you're the one explaining it to Cas.”
“Deal.”
Dean contemplated the sweet thing for a moment, before shrugging and biting into it. Immediately he let out a moan that he was sure he'd get shit for later, but he didn't care. It was good. The soft, moist cake centre was covered in a layer of chocolate about a quarter of an inch thick. There was some sort of flavour underneath the chocolate that he couldn't quite identify, but it stopped the thing from being too rich or sickly sweet. In short, it was the best thing he'd tasted in ages, easily trumping his or Castiel's cooking skills.
“By the pornographic moan, I guess you like it?” Gabriel asked, sounding amused. Dean just nodded his answer, too busy eating to speak. Once he'd finished, he licked his fingers clean - and was certain that he heard a short intake of breath. They'd been gently flirting for a while now, ever since Gabriel had moved back to the city to do his honours degree at the same college Cas went to. Now Dean and Cas were in their final year of their degree, while Gabriel had finished his course and was attempting to find a job that would actually use it. Dean figured that by now, Gabriel probably saw him as a sexually available adult, and it was probably time to take it up a notch.
“I think my mouth just came,” Dean said, trademark 'I am sexy and you know it' grin, in place. “Any time you want me to return the favour, just ask.”
“Well,” Gabriel started contemplatively, “I think I'll need a bit of motivation to clean up the kitchen.”
Grinning, Dean stepped closer and sank to his knees. He deftly undid Gabriel's belt buckle, rubbing against the man's growing erection as he did so. It was interesting to see the reaction - Gabriel hissed softly and grabbed the counter behind him. Smirking upwards, Dean finished undoing the jeans in front of him and slipped a hand inside to fondle Gabriel through his underwear.
“Fuck,” Gabriel whispered as Dean started to stroke him. “You're, uh... you're sure you wanna do this?”
“Yeah,” Dean replied, licking his lips. “I'm real sure.”
“What about Castiel?”
“What about him?” Dean shrugged, tugging Gabriel's jeans down a little. “He's not gonna get jealous, if that's what you mean.”
“No, I meant - oooooh...” Gabriel finally fell silent after a long moan, as Dean wrapped his lips around the head of Gabriel's cock and started lapping at him. One of his hands continued to firmly stroke the shaft, while the other slid up Gabriel's leg to cup his buttock. With a slight squeeze to his ass for encouragement, Gabriel slowly started thrusting into Dean's mouth.
“Oh fuck,” Gabriel muttered. One of his hands released its death-grip on the counter and came forward to slide through Dean's hair. That was just fine with Dean, who hummed a little in approval. He rarely admitted it or indulged in it, but he enjoyed it when someone rode his face. Problem was, there weren't really many men he trusted enough to put himself in a vulnerable position for.
He'd give it a shot for Gabriel, though.
“Dean... fuck, your mouth,” Gabriel ground out. “You, you're okay if I...”
That was why Dean was willing to let go of some of his control. He knew that Gabriel wouldn't abuse that trust.
Showing his approval, Dean bobbed his head once, then pressed back a little into Gabriel's hand. The man got the hint pretty quickly and brought his other hand around, fingers quickly combing through Dean's hair and finding a fairly solid grip.
The first few thrusts were exploratory, gentle almost, easing them both into it, and Dean was thankful. It meant that by the time Gabriel started properly shoving into his mouth, Dean was relaxed enough to let go of Gabriel's dick and reach down to fist his own, giving over complete control.
“Damn you look good like this,” Gabriel muttered, and Dean tried not to laugh. Typical Gabriel, a loudmouth even while doing the deed. “So good on your knees, perfect mouth put to best use... can't believe I never tried this before. Fuck! You got some real skills there, wanna ride this pretty mouth all night long.”
By now, Gabriel was pushing back into Dean's throat, making him choke a little on each thrust. For a moment Dean was afraid that Gabriel would back off, but the amber eyes glanced down further to where Dean's hand was stroking frantically over his engorged cock. It was pretty damn clear how much Dean was enjoying himself, especially when Gabriel grinned down at him and slammed back into his mouth.
Gabriel's thrusts took on ever more force, and even through the tears forming Dean found himself drawing closer and closer to orgasm. He really wanted to get Gabriel there first, but from the increasingly erratic thrusts, he didn't think that was going to be much of a problem.
Once Dean started humming, it was all over. The extra sensations made Gabriel's fingers tighten in his hair, and then he was coming down Dean's throat. Dean swallowed what he could, the rest dribbling out of his mouth and down his chin. With a final tug to his own cock, Dean groaned and came over his hand.
Gingerly, Gabriel stroked Dean's hair and pulled back, softened cock slipping free of his mouth. Dean grinned lazily up at him before climbing to his feet and grabbing a cloth from the counter to clean himself up.
“That was awesome,” Dean declared, shooting a grin at Gabriel. “You want to do that again some time?”
“I, uh...” The shorter man was avoiding Dean's gaze, eyes darting around the room. “That is...”
“Dean,” Castiel's voice called out as the front door opened. “Where are you?”
“Kitchen,” he called back. Gabriel's eyes widened, and he almost jumped away from Dean as he straightened his clothes. Raising an eyebrow, Dean did up his own jeans as Cas walked into the kitchen. As Dean had thought, Cas didn't so much as blink at them.
“I forgot to get anything to make dinner,” Cas stated simply. “We shall have to order something in.”
“I could go grab stuff,” Dean offered. Castiel stared back at him for a moment.
“We shall have to order something in,” he repeated, and Dean grinned. “I suggest Thai food.”
“Gotcha.”
“Yes, order dinner,” Gabriel interjected, nodding emphatically and making both Cas and Dean stare at him. “I need to clean up in here, go on, you guys go out there and do your homework or something.” With that, Dean found himself shoved out into the living room, followed by Cas.
Castiel blinked slowly, then turned to Dean as they walked over to the couch.
“What did you do to upset him? I was under the impression that you had just had sex.”
“I blew him,” Dean shrugged and sprawled onto the couch. Cas, in his typical cat-like manner, curled up half snuggled into Dean's side.
“Huh. I usually like the people who blow me. Unless they bite. Did you bite him?”
“Nah, he really enjoyed it,” Dean answered, puzzled by Gabriel's reaction but used to Castiel's ways.
“Hm. Well, we can order dinner later. What's on television tonight?”
Dean laughed and wrapped an arm around Castiel's shoulders, pulling him closer for a moment. Trust Cas to not give a shit.
~*~
Now
“So, have you told him yet?”
Dean sighed. He'd thought that Cas had finally dropped the subject, but of course his luck couldn't hold out. Somehow Lucas - one of the oldest of the Cooper brothers - had found out that Dean's feelings for Gabriel were a lot more serious than either of them let on.
“Piss off Lucas,” Dean headed for the kitchen in an attempt to avoid the conversation. He'd been over and over it with both Sam and Cas, he didn't want to start with Lucas. Possibly because he was still intimidated by the man, though he'd never admit it to anyone.
“So, no.” Lucas sounded unreasonably amused in Dean's opinion. “Why not? You do know that he hasn't actually slept with anyone else in months, right?”
“How do you know that?”
“I pay attention,” Lucas shrugged, leaning against the door frame. He looked so sure of himself, and Dean knew that Lucas and Gabriel had always been close
“And it doesn't bother you? Y'know, the whole gay thing?” While Dean was comfortable with his sexuality, he knew that Gabriel very much wasn't.
“Why would it? We all got used to Castiel being... well, Castiel. For a while there we all thought that you and he were together. I think Michael was actually disappointed when it turned out you weren't.”
“Yeah, I bet he was,” Dean couldn't help smiling. According to Cas himself, when he was sober he was pretty much asexual. When drunk or high, however, he was pansexual. Dean didn't think that made sense, but as long as Cas was happy, all was good.
“Anyway,” Lucas grinned back, “while I'm sure that Gabriel could do better than you, you're a vast improvement over his last girlfriend. Also, Castiel assures me that you're clean, which is more than can be said for some of his hook-ups.”
“Gee, thanks,” Dean commented drily. Truthfully, he didn't know why Gabriel insisted on maintaining a 'straight' facade, but as long as he did, there would be no relationship. “Look, he's made it pretty clear that he's gonna do what's expected, marry a girl and have kids to carry on the Cooper line.”
Lucas made a face, clearly unimpressed.
“Don't know why he'd want to do that. Surely this generation has proved that our family should die out. We're all different shades of insane.”
“Won't argue there.”
~*~
Dean lay back on the couch, vaguely watching the game on TV. He was man enough to admit that he was moping. It was Saturday night and he was waiting at home, just in case the guy he frequently screwed - who was unfortunately most emphatically not his boyfriend - called wanting a hook-up.
“I'm pathetic, aren't I?” He spoke aloud.
“No you're not,” Castiel answered, wandering into the room while simultaneously reading an old book. He easily settled down on top of Dean's legs before slumping sideways to snuggle into his chest.
“Hey, I'm not a mattress,” Dean huffed even as he brought his arms up to hold Cas in place. Didn't want him losing his balance and falling, after all.
“Of course you aren't.” Dean could hear the smile in Castiel's voice. “You do make a lovely teddy though.”
“Sam's the overgrown snuggly teddy, not me.” The statement earned a chuckle from Cas, and Dean nudged him a little. “What?”
“You said 'snuggly'. This may be the first time you have uttered the word.”
“Fuck you.”
“No thank you, we didn't find it enjoyable last time.
Dean laughed and closed his eyes, much more relaxed than he had been. Somehow Cas always had that effect, made him feel safe and wanted.
“Your banter's coming along well,” Dean muttered into Castiel's hair. “So proud of you, getting all social and shit.”
“I believe it is from prolonged exposure to you and Sam. Perhaps also the continual group assignments the professors insist on setting.”
“Ah, I see.” He was aware that he was falling asleep - which, again, pretty fucking pathetic - until he heard Lucas' chuckle.
“And this is why we all assumed that you two were a couple.”
Eyes still shut, Dean raised his hand and flipped Lucas off, something that just made him laugh again.
“Why are you still here, anyway?” Dean asked. “Shouldn't you be back in New York actually running your company?”
“That's what I have Meg and Crowley for,” Lucas shrugged it off as he settled into the arm chair. “It's far more interesting to watch this soap opera develop.”
“Gee, thanks.” Despite the caustic tone, Dean was actually a little thankful that Lucas was hanging around. He knew how Gabriel's mind worked, and actually seemed interested in getting him to start a relationship.
Any answer Lucas might have given was interrupted by a knock at the door. Dean glanced in its direction, then at Castiel, who didn't seem inclined to move.
“You gonna answer it? Or, y'know, let me answer it?”
“No,” Cas answered absently. “I'm comfortable. Need to finish this by Monday.”
Dean raised an eyebrow as he looked at the book. Cas was at least three quarters done, and could probably read the entire book overnight. He figured that the first statement was probably the more important one. The guy was such a cat at times.
“I'll get it,” Lucas rose again, shooting a fond glance at Cas. Dean hid his grin. Castiel seriously had both Lucas and Gabriel - probably a few of their other siblings as well - wrapped around his little finger. Even if none of them would admit it, Castiel's peculiar mix of near-genius intellect and near-autistic social skills made everyone in the family protective. Dean included.
A few minutes later, Gabriel bounded into the room. There was only the briefest pause when he saw Dean and Cas curled up together, but Dean still noticed.
“Hey fellas,” Gabriel recovered and grinned at them. “I need a wingman tonight. Who's game?”
“Am I allowed up?” Dean asked Cas, even as his insides clenched. Wingman, Gabriel had said. That meant he was going after women, no matter what Lucas had said about not seeing anyone else, and there was very little chance he'd get much of Gabriel's attention.
This unrequited love shit sucked.
“Hm,” Cas hummed and looked up briefly, before his eyes flicked back to his book. “No. Gabriel, take Lucas with you. Get him out of our hair for the night.”
“I'm hurt little one,” Lucas feigned a hurt look, hand over heart. “I almost think you don't want me here.”
“Think what you want,” Cas said absently, book already reclaiming his attention. “Just go somewhere else to think it.”
“Fine. Come on Gabriel, let's leave these two to their studies.”
“Okay,” Gabriel muttered. Dean could tell that he was disappointed, which he guessed was at least a step forward. Now if he could just figure out how to tell Gabriel that he wanted to be more than a fuck buddy.
Dean waited until he heard the front door click shut before he nudged Cas again.
“So... why aren't I allowed out tonight? I know you enjoy spending time with Lucas, and I'm pretty sure you could finish that book during the trip to class.”
“It's part of our plan,” Cas explained calmly as he closed the book and tilted his head to look at Dean. “Step one is to make Gabriel realise that you don't exist just for his fun. Step two is to make him see that he wants to spend time with you.”
“I see,” Dean replied, blinking in surprise. “And, uh... who came up with this plan?”
“Lucas and myself. Since you have already decided that you want to be in a relationship with Gabriel, we don't have to convince you of anything.”
“Thank fuck for that,” Dean muttered. He knew that he was no match for the combined efforts of Cas and Lucas, even if he could deny one individually. Sooner or later the pair of them teamed up would wear anyone down.
“Exactly. Now call and order Thai food, Lucas left money on the counter. Oh, and grab your porn stash, I'm going to require a gay marathon for this assignment.”
Dean wasn't going to ask.
~*~
Two weeks later, Dean was really missing Gabriel. It turned out that Lucas was actually in town for a reason - he was considering buying out a company or two to expand his business empire - and he had plenty of time for his side-project of getting Dean and Gabriel into a relationship. Between them, Cas and Lucas had successfully managed to prevent them from having any alone time. Dean figured this came under the 'get Gabriel to notice Dean's absence' part of the plan.
Today, however, Dean and Cas were holding a gathering to watch the playoffs. Several of their college friends were coming, and Dean's younger brother Sam was bringing his girlfriend Jess to meet them all. Lucas had made sure that Gabriel was coming, and Dean was determined to pull him aside and talk to him at some point during the afternoon. Cas had agreed to run interference should it seem that Gabriel was leaving before the talk could occur.
Dean wasn't entirely sure when his house mate had taken charge of his love life, but if it worked he wasn't going to complain about the method.
As the afternoon progressed, Dean found himself bickering easily with Lucas over teams while watching Gabriel from the corner of his eye. The shorter man had an odd mix of emotions on his face, almost like he wasn't sure how to feel about Dean and Lucas being close. If he was honest, Dean was in the same boat.
Eventually the game ended, and Dean knew he had to move quickly. He snagged Gabriel's hand and gave it a quick squeeze before heading to his room, hoping that Gabriel would take the hint and follow him.
Sitting on his bed, Dean wasn't waiting long before Gabriel slipped into the room, locking the door behind him.
“Hey,” Dean smiled, blood running a little quicker at the hungry look Gabriel was wearing.
Before he knew what was going on, Dean had a lapful of Gabriel who was grinding their crotches together, and he was rapidly getting hard.
“Gabriel,” he choked out, hands digging into the man's hips, “need to talk to you about something.”
“Can't it wait?” Gabriel muttered, sounding distinctly put out as he leaned in to nip at Dean's throat. “Need this. Fuck, my brothers are a pair of cock-blockers.”
Dean wanted to be strong and talk first, but it had been too long. He missed sex with Gabriel, and was soon rutting against him, kissing him hungrily. One hand travelled around and squeezed at Gabriel's ass, making the man's hips push forward, and hello, there was the not-so-little friend that Dean had been missing.
Then Gabriel was undoing their flies, and fuck it. This could well be the last time, and maybe Gabriel would be more amenable after sex.
Denial. Also known as the Winchester Family Special.
“Fuck,” Dean muttered as Gabriel's hand was suddenly around his cock. He soon wormed his hand between them as well, grasping Gabriel's cock and stroking it just the way he liked. They were soon moving in tandem, kissing hungrily, hands and cocks bumping, clutching at each other with their free hands. It was perfect and wonderful and exactly what Dean wanted.
All too soon it was over, Gabriel tensing above him as he came, and a few strokes later Dean was there as well. They slowly collapsed into a tangle of limbs as they caught their breath again. With one hand, Dean stroked up and down Gabriel's back. It earned him a soft purring sound, so Dean kept going.
“So,” Gabriel panted against Dean's neck, “what was it you wanted to talk about?”
Dean's hand stilled, and he sighed. This was it. The big talk, the possible end.
“I love you,” Dean let it out, leading with the biggest issue. “I want a proper relationship with you.”
“What?” Gabriel full-body flinched, and Dean let him scramble upright. “Dude, that's gay.”
“And you sticking your cock up my arse on a regular basis isn't?” Dean shot back. No way was he backing down. “Not a lot would change Gabriel, I'm not asking you to make an announcement in the paper. We just wouldn't jump away from each other in public.”
“Not gonna happen,” Gabriel shook his head adamantly, doing up his jeans hurriedly. “My family would flip if they thought I was gay. Sorry Dean, but I'm not going to date a guy.”
“Okay,” Dean swallowed hard, trying to keep the hurt from his voice. Time to be a man. “It's up to you. Can't force you to love me back. But it means our arrangement is over.”
“What?” Gabriel looked surprised, and Dean let out a bitter laugh.
“I refuse to be your dirty secret any more. I'm not ashamed of my sexuality, and I'm not going to hide who I am.” Dean's shoulders slumped again, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “I know it's scary to come out, but I think you'd have more support in your family than you think.”
“I... I can't...” Gabriel whispered, edging away. “I'm not gay. I can't date you.”
“Then find another toyboy,” Dean stood and moved to his drawers to find clean clothes, suddenly really needing a shower. “'Cause I'm done with being hidden.”
He could feel Gabriel stare at him for several moments, before the lock clicked and Gabriel left. Dean controlled the urge to punch the wall, but only barely.
~*~
Dean sat slumped on the couch, aware that he was pining but not quite ready to move on. He'd barely left the house since his disastrous talk with Gabriel, except to drive Cas to and from college and attend the occasional class himself. Just because his heart was broken didn't mean he was going to throw away a year of study... Fuck, I'm a teenage girl, he thought to himself.
“How long do you intend on being depressed?” Castiel asked as he sat next to Dean, arms brushing against each other.
“I'm almost done,” Dean smiled at his friend. “Figure I'll go out on Friday night, see if I can find a rebound date. It's been a month, that's long enough. Promise I'll move on.”
“Good.” Castiel moved to sling his arm around Dean's shoulders before leaning in to kiss his temple. “I dislike it when you are upset. Please refrain from it in the future.”
Dean let out a laugh. Typical Cas.
“Why did you do that?” Dean asked gesturing to his head. Cas shrugged, looking a little confused.
“It's what Lucas does when I am upset... was it wrong? I am new at lending comfort.”
“Nah Cas, it's fine.” Dean shifted and lay down with his head in Castiel's slap, smiling a little as he felt long fingers running through his hair. “Never change.”
“I shall do my best.” He could hear the amusement in Castiel's voice. There was silence for several minutes, and Dean was just about to drift off when he heard Lucas let himself in - and when had he gotten a key to the house anyway?
“How is he doing?” Was that concern that he heard in Lucas' voice? Weird.
“He is almost finished moping,” Cas responded softly, fingers still moving gently. Dean wasn't sure if Cas knew he was awake or not. If he did, he was clearly giving Dean the option to avoid talking to Lucas. “Dean is strong. He loves with his whole heart, and it will take time before he is prepared for a relationship with another, but he will move on.”
“Gabriel's still being stubborn. I don't understand why he insists on this ridiculous facade. Dean would be good for him.”
“Why are you insistent on this?” Castiel asked, sounding genuinely curious. Dean wanted to know as well, so he remained silent.
There was a pause, and Dean could imagine the stare-off. For this one, his money was on Cas. The guy had the most intense stare ever. After a minute, Lucifer sighed and Dean fought not to smile. Go Cas.
“Dean has a remarkable ability to get under one's skin... He's quite entertaining. He's looked after you without treating you like a child. And I'm sure that Gabriel has feelings for him as well, he's just too stubborn to admit it. They'd be good together.”
“So... Cas spoke slowly , as though he were still working it out. It was a tone he often used when faced with social situations. “You wish to be friends with Dean? You want him as part of the family.”
“Pretty much,” Lucas sounded relieved. “He has potential. Pity you weren't interested in him.”
“I am. I hope we shall always be together. Dean and I share a bond. Just not a romantic or sexual one.”
Lucas chuckled, and Dean let himself smile. Cas was exactly right, and he shared that hope.
~*~
“Dean?” Cas sounded angry, which made Dean pause in tuning up his Impala. He was almost certain that he hadn't done anything to annoy his friend lately.
“Yeah? What's up?”
“Gabriel received a job offer in Texas. He's moving at the end of the week.”
Dean gripped the wrench in his hand a little tighter, then glanced up at Cas.
“Texas. He's running all the way to fucking Texas to get away from my gayness?”
“I believe so,” Cas frowned, clearly not even attempting to defend his brother. “I have told him that I am unimpressed. I believe Lucas is having a few words with him as well, though he refused to let me hear them.”
At that, Dean had to smile. He'd known that he could count on Castiel for support, but to discover that Lucas apparently considered him worthy as well was a good feeling.
“So...” Dean began, then sighed. “Fuck. I don't...” He trailed off, but took a breath and continued when Cas just stared at him. “I'm not over him, Cas. I thought I could move on, but I can't. I don't want him to leave.”
Cas nodded, understanding as always. There was a pause, before Dean cleared his throat.
“Any suggestions? I mean, do you think I've still got a chance to keep him?”
“Yes,” Castiel answered easily. “His feelings for you run deep. After all, he believes he must move to a new state to distance himself from them. If you are willing to fight him for this, you still have a chance.”
“Right,” Dean nodded and stepped away from the Impala to wrap Cas in a hug. It wasn't something that Dean was often comfortable initiating, but in this instance Cas deserved it. “You're awesome man.”
“I know,” Castiel shrugged and hugged him back. “Now go, Lucas is probably still berating him. If you save him from that he will be much more receptive to your advances.”
Dean laughed, but quickly packed up the gear. It wasn't like there was anything actually wrong with Baby anyway.
~*~
“I'm not selfish!” Gabriel was shouting as Dean paused at the front door. “Look, I need to do this, please Lucas!”
Deciding to cut the argument short, Dean knocked loudly. Immediately there were steps coming closer, and Dean knew that Gabriel was eager to use any distraction at all to end the argument. He hated fighting with his brothers, which Dean totally understood.
The door swung open, and Gabriel let out a squeak of surprise. Clearly, Dean was the last person he'd expected at his doorstep.
“Dean! Uh, what are you -”
“You're leaving,” Dean cut in, stepping forward. “You're running away like a coward because you won't accept that you want a gay relationship.”
“Shut up,” Gabriel hissed, eyes wide with almost-panic.
“No.” Dean took another step forward, crowding Gabriel back into the house. Soon he was able to kick the door shut, making the shorter man jump.
“My brother's here, we can't do this now,” Gabriel nearly pleaded with him, but Dean just shook his head and kept walking. It wasn't often that he used his height against people, but right now it was proving very useful. Not only was Gabriel a little intimidated, but Dean was pretty sure he was getting turned on as well.
“You're not leaving,” Dean growled. “I'm not letting you run away. Tell me you don't have feelings for me, tell me that no part of you wants a proper relationship. Otherwise, I'm going to prove to you just how good we could be together.”
For a moment, with Gabriel pressed against the arm of the couch, eyes wide, breath coming fast, Lucas watching in the background, Dean wasn't sure which way Gabriel was going to go.
“Gabriel, I love you.” It was the only argument he had left. Gabriel let out a whimper, and finally responded in a voice so quiet it was almost inaudible.
“I love you too.”
Dean surged forward and claimed Gabriel's mouth in a kiss that was immediately brutal. Gabriel bit back just as hard, hands coming up to clutch at Dean's jacket, and he knew that Gabriel had been turned on by the show of dominance.
Pulling back a little, Dean shrugged out of his jacket before glancing over to Lucas.
“Any comments?” He asked. He felt Gabriel tense up against him, but Lucas just shrugged.
“You break his heart I break your legs. Clear?”
“Crystal,” Dean nodded, swallowing hard. New friendship with Lucas aside, he was well aware of what would happen if he mistreated Gabriel.
“You too Gabriel,” Lucas frowned at his brother. “Dean is mine and Castiel's friend too. If this thing ends, handle it like adults, okay?”
“Adults? Us?” Gabriel smirked back, though Dean could hear the tremor of uncertainty which meant he was still shaken. “You have met us both, right?”
“Irritating little shit,” Lucas muttered fondly as he picked up his own jacket. “I'll see myself out and spread the word. Don't worry Gabriel, this won't change anything.”
Before Lucas had finished speaking, Dean shoved Gabriel down onto the couch, making him fall over the arm of it, and climbed on top of him ready to consummate the new relationship. Gabriel responded quickly, clearly just as eager.
“Fuck I missed you,” Gabriel groaned as they pulled at each others clothes, probably just slowing down the process but not caring. “We're gonna be okay, right?”
“Course we are,” Dean grunted as he virtually attacked Gabriel's neck with his mouth. “I'm not letting you go, and we got Cas and Lucas backing us up. Ain't no one gonna be willing to take us all on.” He raised himself up enough to finally get rid of his t-shirt, trying not to drool as Gabriel did the same.
“What about Sam?” Gabriel asked, clearly swallowing a moan when Dean leaned down to trail kisses along his collar-bone. It was one of Dean's favourite hot spots to exploit.
“Sam already knows I'm bi,” Dean eventually explained. “Figured it out when he caught me fucking the quarterback in high school. He might not get along with you, but he won't care that you're a guy.”
“Oh,” Gabriel responded. “Oh!” That one, Dean grinned to himself, was definitely a response to him grabbing Gabriel's dick through his his jeans.
“Now can we please stop talking and have sex? Want this cock inside me.”
“If you insist,” Gabriel grinned up at him cheekily, and Dean bent down to kiss it away. He ground his ass against Gabriel's tented crotch, teasing. At that Gabriel grabbed Dean's hips in an attempt to move them how he wanted, but Dean was having none of that.
“Ah, ah, ah...” Dean smirked as he forcibly moved Gabriel's hands to pin them to the cushion above his head. “You've called the shots long enough. Now it's my turn.”
Beneath him, Gabriel swallowed hard - then the tension seemed to drain out of him. Dean leaned down to kiss him, and Gabriel responded easily, no hesitation as their bare chests brushed together. It was perfect.
Naturally, it couldn't last. Gabriel was incapable of following orders for long, and was soon grinding up against Dean's ass. A low growl fell from Dean's throat, and Gabriel broke the kiss, laughing.
“C'mon big boy,” Gabriel leered up at him. “Show me what you've got.”
“Watch your mouth,” Dean chided, nipping at Gabriel's lip. “Gonna ride you 'til you've got nothing left to give.”
“Promises, promises.”
With that, Dean pulled back abruptly and rolled off the couch. He grinned at the put-out 'hey!' that left Gabriel, then slowly toed off his boots and ran his fingers over his belt buckle. When he was sure he had Gabriel's full attention, he started swaying his hips as he slowly unbuckled his belt, slipping it through the loops of his jeans in one long, sinuous movement.
The strangled whimper he got as a result was totally worth feeling a little silly.
He let the belt fall onto the couch at Gabriel's side and tugged the man into a sitting position. He sank to his knees between Gabriel's spread legs and mentally thanked whoever had designed the couch. It was at a really good height for him to be comfortable as he leant forward to nuzzle against Gabriel's stomach as he deftly popped the buttons of his lover's jeans. Above him, Gabriel's breaths had turned to harsh pants, and Dean was insanely happy to know that he could still affect the older man like this. After all, Gabriel had a lot of experience, and their relationship for the past year had been almost exclusively sex.
That didn't seem to matter now though, as Gabriel just let Dean do whatever he wanted to his body, watching with wide, fascinated eyes.
Between them they tugged Gabriel's jeans and underwear off, and Dean slowly jacked the already hard shaft.
“Dean,” Gabriel managed to hiss out a word with no sibilants, making Dean take mercy on him.
“Okay, okay,” he smiled reassuringly. “I'll get on with it.” He pulled back and rose to his feet again. Smirking down at Gabriel, Dean thumped open his jeans and dragged the zipper down, offering some relief for his own aching cock. Gabriel's eyes were glued to the prominent bulge in his underwear, which made Dean want to crow in triumph.
Not gay, Dean's ass
“Where's the lube?” Dean asked, voice gone husky and deep. Gabriel swallowed again, then nodded towards his bedroom.
“Top drawer, with my underwear. I could-”
“Stay there,” Dean stopped him with a hand on Gabriel's chest. “Let me do this.”
Gabriel nodded and settled back down. Dean moved easily through Gabriel's house despite his state of undress. The bottle of lube was easy to find, and Dean grinned in triumph. He headed back and struggled not to laugh at the sight of Gabriel squirming in place.
“Easy there tiger,” Dean slid onto Gabriel's lap and kissed him softly. “We'll get there.”
“Hurry it up,” Gabriel grouched, though Dean could hear the pleading underneath. “I'm getting a serious case of blue balls here.”
Chuckling, Dean stood again and licked his lips before reaching for the discarded belt.
“Tell me something,” he held the belt out between his hands, snapping it once. “How do you feel about experimenting a little with control?”
Dean had his answer in the way Gabriel's eyes widened and his breath hitched. He smiled and took hold of Gabriel's wrists before tugging them behind the man's back, binding them easily with the belt. He pressed another soft kiss to Gabriel's mouth, appreciating the show of trust, before he stepped back to run his fingers around the waist of his jeans.
He slowly shook his hips, a flick of his fingers enough to dislodge the jeans so that they slid down his legs. It was very gratifying to see Gabriel lost for words, body leaning forwards as if to get closer even as he remained seated. Dean figured that next time he'd draw it out further, really give his lover a show.
For now though, he slid his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and dragged them down, stepping free of the last of his clothes and sliding onto Gabriel's lap. Dean wrapped one hand around the shorter man's neck to help him balance, then reached for the dropped lube. He watched, fascinated, as Gabriel began to breathe harder, chest rising and falling visibly.
“You okay there?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course I am,” Gabriel shot back. “I'm just really fucking turned on. Hurry it up, will you?”
“Now where's the fun in that?” Despite the teasing tone of his voice, Dean rolled his hips forward to briefly run their cocks together. Even as he swallowed Gabriel's groan in a kiss, Dean fumbled with the bottle and soon had a lube-slicked finger sliding into himself. This time it was his turn to groan as Gabriel did some truly marvellous things with his tongue while Dean stretched himself open. A second finger quickly followed, then briefly a third, and before long Dean was pulling away, ready for the main event.
“You sure you're stretched enough?” Gabriel asked, a flicker of worry in his eyes. “You always act tough and cool, I don't want you getting hurt. You don't have to prove anything.”
Dean paused in the act of tearing open a condom and blinked down at Gabriel.
“You're getting all serious about my well-being and shit now, when I'm just about to ride you like a sideshow pony? Really?”
“Really,” Gabriel chuckled, leaning forward to press a teasing kiss to Dean's chest. When he pulled back again, he gave a small shrug. “You always did bring out the best in me.”
Dean had no answer for that. He swallowed hard, then leaned his head down to rest on Gabriel's shoulder. They sat like that, breathing each other in for a few minutes, before Gabriel shifted and tried to rut up against Dean.
“Look, I know I said to slow down if you needed, but I didn't mean you should stop completely!”
Dean huffed a laugh, but pulled back enough to start preparing himself again, thrusting three fingers lightly into himself to ensure he was still ready. Satisfied, he pulled the condom from its packet and rolled it onto Gabriel's neglected cock, cursing when it wouldn't cooperate with him.
“Condoms suck,” Dean growled, though he managed eventually - even with the added difficulty of Gabriel laughing at him. “C'mere you.”
It took a bit of manoeuvring, but soon Dean was kneeling over Gabriel's erection, rubbing the tip of it between his ass cheeks while his own cock rubbed lightly against Gabriel's stomach. The bound man was back to panting, hips trying to thrust up, but Dean just kept teasing.
“Fuck Dean, please!” Gabriel finally broke and begged. “Quit teasing and fuck me already!”
“Attaboy,” Dean grinned. “Knew you wanted it bad.”
“Like you don't,” Gabriel snarked back easily. It was true - Dean himself was far from unaffected.
Lifting up a little, Dean lined them up properly without answering. He really missed the feeling of Gabriel inside of him. Both men let out small groans and grunts as Dean lowered himself, Gabriel holding as still as he could in an attempt to not slam his hips upwards.
“Deeeeeeean...” Gabriel almost whined with desperation. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...”
“Yeah, Gabe,” Dean finally rocked down, seating himself completely. “Fuck I missed you.”
“Me too. Got me hooked, don't want anyone else,” Gabriel admitted. His eyes were open, staring up at Dean in that way all the Cooper brothers shared, but this was almost certainly the first time Dean had seen no barriers from Gabriel. His defences were down, letting Dean in, and he knew that it cost Gabriel a lot to be this open.
Instead of further teasing, Dean started moving properly, lifting himself then rocking back down forcefully. It wasn't long at all before he had Gabriel moaning in pleasure, head thrown back against the sofa, trying to thrust up but unable to get a good purchase. Dean was panting as he leaned his fore-arms on the back of the sofa, either side of Gabriel's head, to give himself better leverage. It also meant that Gabriel's wonderfully thick cock was rubbing properly along his prostate, while his stomach rubbed the underside of Dean's cock.
“Dean, fuck, not gonna last,” Gabriel was shaking his head, craning up to try and kiss Dean again. Dean lowered his head and nipped at Gabriel's lips, enjoying being able to do what he wanted to get his lover off.
“'S okay,” Dean muttered, pressing soft kisses along Gabriel's forehead and eyelids. “We're almost there.”
Keeping one arm on the sofa, Dean brought his other hand down to stroke his cock properly. He knew it wouldn't take much to bring them both to orgasm, not after how long they'd been denying each other. With a few strokes he was on the edge, trying to hold off just long enough to get Gabriel there too.
“Dean,” Gabriel gasped out and looked up. Dean blinked and was caught in golden eyes that seemed to see right into his soul.
“I love you, Dean.”
With that, Dean was coming, unable to hold off. It was okay though, because he felt Gabriel's hips stutter underneath him, and he ground down to milk his lover through their climaxes.
When he couldn't take any more, Dean fell forward with his head on Gabriel's shoulder, panting hard in time with Gabriel. He idly licked some of the sweat away from Gabriel's neck, making him groan low in his throat.
“Dean... as awesome as the afterglow is, think you could untie my hands? Please?” Gabriel looked at him with those puppy-dog eyes. Dean stared back sleepily for a moment, then smirked.
“Maybe. Let's see how good a mood you can get me into.”
After a pause, Gabriel's smirk returned as well.
“Challenge accepted.”
~*~
Sighing, Dean straightened Castiel's tie for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day. They were in the airport lounge waiting for their flight to be called. Dean, Cas and Gabriel were all flying to New York for a huge Cooper family Christmas, and Cas had wanted to look good for his parents.
“Why don't you just ditch the tie and pop these buttons?” Dean asked as he poked the top of Castiel's dress shirt. “You and ties seem to be a lethal mix.”
“Michael always said I should look my best,” Castiel frowned. “He will be expecting formal attire.”
“Ohmigawd,” a voice startled them, and Dean flinched a little. The flight attendant was staring at them with a manic grin, making Dean feel a little uncomfortable. “You guys are so cute together! Can I take a picture? Oh, I wish em-preg was real, you'd make such gorgeous babies!”
“Uh...” Dean blinked, taken off-guard. This was not what he was expecting, and he fervently wished Gabriel would get back.
Then he amended the wish to hoping that Gabriel would get back and actually help, rather than get offended that Dean kept getting mistaken for Castiel's boyfriend or just generally making matters worse. It was annoying, but the fact that Dean had stopped protesting about personal space violations years ago meant that they had achieved a level of closeness usually reserved for people who had been fucking for years. Not a whole lot that Dean could do about it now - and frankly, he cared more for Castiel's happiness than the opinions of strangers.
His preoccupation for Castiel's happiness was also why he was joining them on this flight. Dean hated planes.
“Dean! DeanDeanDean!” Dean smiled as he heard Gabriel's voice, seconds before his lover crashed into his side, hugging him tight. “Mmm, you're warm. Get down here, I need kisses!”
Dean had no idea what had made Gabriel so hyperactive, but he refrained from saying anything. Instead he leaned down and gladly kissed his lover, trying not to laugh when he heard Cas talking to the young woman.
“Dean and I are not lovers. He is dating my brother and I have no sex drive. Unless I'm drunk, but I have had nothing alcoholic for some time now.”
At that, both Dean and Gabriel lost the battle and started laughing. Cas was just so... Cas.
“So Dean,” Gabriel leaned up and whispered in his ear, “are we gonna try to join the mile high club?”
“You have to ask?” Dean smiled back shakily. “Might take my mind off the whole flying thing.”
“Aaaw, poor baby,” Gabriel nuzzled Dean's neck, one hand rubbing his stomach gently. “Don't worry, I'll make sure to keep you nicely distracted from the horrible plane.”
“Quit it,” Dean grabbed Gabriel's hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. “You're a menace, you know that right?”
“Just call me Dennis,” Gabriel grinned cheekily.
Dean rolled his eyes and turned to Cas - and promptly burst out laughing. Gabriel quickly followed suit. Cas had one arm around the flight attendant's waist, while a half-empty bottle of beer was in his other hand.
“Dean, Gabriel, meet Becky. She has some very interesting ideas about how to spend the flight.”
~fin~