IN THE MOOD - 1
In the Mood
Part 1
spn fic
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: R
Summary: Dean thinks he's lucked out, hooking up with his hot coworker who doesn't seem to want strings either. But it turns out Cas is kind of a weirdo...
The first time it happened, Dean didn't think much of it. Hell, Dean never even imagined Cas was interested in guys to begin with, so how was he supposed to know what was normal with him?
It was a dumb company function, and maybe Dean's abstinence from carbs was unwise when he knew he'd have to drink at this thing. But he was trying to lean up here, and throwing a party for big wig clients meant that he wasn't going to hit the gym at all. So really he was in a bind either way.
But then he'd gotten up to go to the bathroom and the whole room hadn't stop spinning once. Even standing was hard, and finishing his business at the urinal without vomiting was a triumph. No, Dean couldn't let Zach - or, God forbid, Michael was out there, too- none of the higher ups could see him like this. Not after the Christmas debacle last year.
He knew there was the mailroom at the other end of the hall, and slunk that way instead of heading back towards the noisy foyer full of guests. There was already someone inside the room, sprawled out inches from him.
"Busted," the other man laughed from his seat on the empty countertop.
"Cas?" Dean startled himself, looking around to make sure he hadn't drawn attention, and dropped his voice to a whisper. "What are you doing in here?"
"Same as you," Cas replied had hopped down from the counter, gesturing quickly at Dean to come in. "Come on, are we hiding or snitching here?"
Dean was rooted to the spot, so Cas had to pull him forward by grabbing his elbow. Cas peeked into the hallway before closing the door and rounding on him again. He smelled strongly of whiskey.
"So who are you avoiding?"
"Uh. Everyone, I guess."
"Hmm," Cas nodded. "I'm trying to give that Balthazar the slip. He's good money, but damn is he ever driving me up the wall."
Cas pulled up a whole bottle of scotch and drank right out of it. Then he offered it to Dean. "Drink?"
Dean shook his head. "That's exactly why I'm hiding. I already got an official warning and here I am barely staggering straight."
Cas shrugged and took another swig, though he didn't move from Dean's space. In fact, he leaned against the counter, crowding Dean between himself and the wall. Dean did not mind in the slightest. In fact, if anything it made his heart pound a little.
He didn't have a crush or anything, not like he had any chance with someone straight edge like Cas, but the guy was undeniably hot. And he was very much unlike his usual stuffy self right now, with his tie pulled loose and too many buttons undone. Never mind that their situation was like something straight out of a porno, hiding out in the mailroom.
"What was your offence?"
"Huh?" Dean realized Cas had been talking.
"Why did you get a warning?"
"Oh. Yeah, I had way too much to drink at the Christmas party last year and -"
"The karaoke monster!" Cas burst out laughing. "Wow, I forgot that wasyou! They were talking about that for months!"
Dean's cheeks were hot. "Even in your division, huh?"
"Everywhere," Cas sniggered. "Even in here, I bet," he gestured at the mail cabinets.
Dean sighed and leaned against the counter, too, his elbow pressing right against Cas'. "Yeah, well, if anyone in management gets wind of this they'll hang me out to dry. I just need to sober up before I get back out there."
"Hmm," Cas said again, still grinning though he wasn't laughing anymore. "And I'm waiting for Rachel to let me know when Balthazar leaves. Looks like we'll be here a while."
"Yeah," Dean smiled shyly, "well you're not the worst company I could have."
Then Cas completely threw him for a loop, suddenly asking, "Could we make out, Dean?"
"Wh- ?" Dean's eyes went wide and he plastered himself against the wall to move away from Cas - there wasn't much room, though. "Are you - " joking? Gay? The words didn't make it out of his mouth, because Cas immediately covered it with his own.
Dean was shocked, had to focus in order to register a few things. There was the sound of Cas setting that bottle down, as if from far away, and one hand went to the back of Dean's neck to pull his closer. Cas didn't look it yet, but he had stubble on his chin already, scratching Dean's as he blew strong whiskey breath out his nose over Dean's face.
But Dean had never been one to react slowly to a hookup, and his body didn't fail him here. When his brain had finally caught up with it all, he found himself kissing right back, already with a handful of Cas' ass. Nice,Dean thought excitedly. This was better than his wildest dreams. Not that he frequently dreamed of co-workers. But this was Cas Novak, the hottest man - no, hottest person on Dean's floor. He'd definitely wormed his way into a couple wet dreams before.
Cas responded in kind, both hands slipping down to Dean's backside, gripping just under his ass. His grip was relentless, pushing at Dean's thighs until he took the hint and leaned back so Cas could lift him up against the counter. He didn't quite set him up on it, though, so it dug into Dean's back as Cas pressed himself between Dean's legs, effectively balancing Dean on his hips. And he was hard, too, pressed up against Dean like this, so Dean had no reason to think Cas was an abstinence weirdo just yet. Clearly, all his parts worked.
The whole time, they were mashing their mouths together, wet and hungry. Cas alternated between sucking Dean's tongue right out of his mouth and actually grazing it with his teeth, biting Dean's lips, his hand coming back up behind Dean to hold him in place so he couldn't lean away from the assault. Not that he wanted to.
Dean tried to give as good as he got, wrapping his legs around Cas's waist, and was immediately rewarded. The hand that had been holding him up now worked between them and Cas cupped him through his trousers. Gave a solid squeeze. Dean groaned loud, almost lost his delicate balance, and had put an arm around Cas' shoulders to steady himself. The broken kiss was not resumed. Cas went for his neck instead.
It should have been a red flag. Dean hated getting marked up, especially in a visible place. He couldn't bring himself to care, as Cas was enthusiastically rubbing his palm over the front of his pants, as if suctioned over Dean's dick.
"Fuck Cas, that feels amazing," Dean moaned, jerking his hips into the motions.
It was perfect, coupled with the sound of Cas' short breaths in his ear. Dean could hear the air catch in his throat as if he was trying not to whine, and damn if Dean wasn't going to just let him have whatever he wanted.
Shit, do I even have a condom on me? He thought suddenly - naively. He didn't know that wasn't how it would ever go between them.
No, Cas laid him right back just as Dean was starting to really get sore on the edge of that counter. He leaned over him, back to claiming his mouth with rough kisses, and his hand stayed between Dean's legs, working diligently. God, Dean could come like this if Cas kept that up. Unfortunately, Cas had no plans to let him come any other way.
It was frantic, maybe twenty minutes in total. Before Dean knew it, he was about to blow a load in his pants, despite his attempts to get Cas to stop.
"Wait, Cas, I'm really gunna -" he managed, with Cas sucking hard on his lower lip - "oh, God, no," he realized, Cas wanted him to come like this.
Dean pushed weak against Cas' shoulder, unable to speak as his mouth was full of Cas' tongue again. Then he was too far gone, could only hold tight to Cas who was pushing him down hard, almost crushing. His hand clamped against Dean's cock, relentless as he worked Dean to orgasm and through it.
Dean made some embarrassing noise against Cas' mouth. He came hard, soaking his boxers so well he was sure Cas' hand was wet too. He didn't release Dean right away, but his rubbing was more gentle now, slower. Cas remained cupping his spent junk even after Dean collapsed, boneless, against the countertop.
They hadn't even gotten a single button open. It wasn't a strange assumption to think that Cas had gotten what he needed from the exchange, too.
He climbed off of Dean a moment later, letting a distinct cold air settle on Dean in his absence. Especially on the wet fabric over his crotch. Dean tried to sit up, had to sag against the wall as he watched Cas fix his tie and run a hand through his hair. When they met eyes again, Cas winked.
"I'm going to go grab us some breadsticks. Just hang tight, okay?"
Somewhere in Dean's mind was a protest about carbs, and maybe a little bit of What the fuck just happened? But none of that made it out his mouth, and Cas had already stepped outside the mailroom and closed the door behind him.
Dean sat there staring blankly at the bottle of scotch a ways over from him. He was trying to figure out if he'd just been ditched, but barely a minute later the door opened again. Cas slipped through it. Closed it quietly.
"You okay?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned.
"What the hell?" Dean whispered, confused. He couldn't keep up with Cas. His head hurt, even.
"Breadsticks," Cas said again, holding up a basket of them. He brandished a plastic bottle as well, adding, "and water."
"Why?"
Cas was placing them beside Dean. "You said you need to sober up," he replied, pulling himself up onto the counter, too. He went for the booze again, wincing as he took a gulp that was maybe too big.
Dean just stared. He felt dumb, but he asked anyway, "Cas, did we just hook up?"
Cas glanced at him, frowning. "Seriously, Dean," he said, leaning forward, then they were kissing again.
And yeah, okay, that was nice. Dean relaxed right into it when Cas placed a hand on his cheek. He broke away, hovering close so their noses almost touched. "You should really eat something."
"Okay," Dean replied numbly.
Cas shifted back and Dean obligingly went for a breadstick. He really should have given up on the calorie counting and spared himself this whole mess - though getting drunk had meant he was alone with Cas, so it was okay after all.
"So, I didn't know you were gay," Cas piped up, conversational.
"I'm not - I'm bi," Dean replied tiredly, reaching for the water bottle now. Cas had known exactly what he needed. "It's no secret, I thought you'd know."
"Huh. Well, I didn't," Cas shrugged. "I guess we never mixed much."
It wasn't true. They worked on the same floor, offices down the hall from each other; even though they were heads of different teams, they still did the same job. "We go on management lunches all the time," Dean said.
"I think I could count on one hand the number of times we've even sat next to each other," Cas chuckled. "Even then, it was always all business."
Dean nodded in agreement. "That's right. All work and no play."
Cas smirked at that, and raised his bottle high, "Here's to more play from now on?"
Dean grinned back, holding up his water. "Hell yes," he agreed, and they both drank.
Next: [pt 2]