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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester, Destiel
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Castiel, Castiel_Novak, Jock!_Dean, Punk!_Cas
  Additional Tags:
      I_Don't_Even_Know, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Tattoos, Tattooed
      Cas, Angel_Wings, I'm_Sorry, SO_SORRY, Blow_Jobs, First_Time_Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-22 Words: 1385
****** Dean Winchester is Absolutely, Positively Not Gay ******
by Superwholockian_on_crack
Summary
     Dean Winchester is absolutely, positively not gay. Then Castiel Novak
     showed up.
Notes
     Pretty much PWP. Both Dean and Cas are 17 nearly 18 for anyone who's
     wondering.
See the end of the work for more notes
Dean Winchester is absolutely, positively not gay. He's as straight as straight
can be. He flirts with girls, gets away with doing just about anything, and
everyone in school loves him. Then Castiel Novak showed up. And then everything
turned upside down. Goddamned Castiel Novak, with his tangled messy bed head,
oceanic blue eyes that Dean thought he could just do cannonballs into, and the
constant rough tone of his voice that sounded like it should strictly belong in
the bedroom. 
So yeah. Goddamned Castiel Novak.
Dean however still stood by the fact that he was absolutely, positively not
gay. Alright. Maybe he was a little gay. Only for Castiel though. And there was
no way he'd ever tell a soul. Except maybe on one particular Friday afternoon
in detention. When he happened to be alone. With Castiel Novak.
"So, what are you in for?" Castiel suddenly joked, looking over at him with a
wide smirk that half made Dean want to strangle the guy and half made him want
to make-out with him.
Dean sighed heavily, "Does it really matter?" He replied, slightly snappy, and
hoping that the teacher hadn't left the room. But he always did. They never
really stayed at detention with the students, they always left to the teachers
lounge.
Castiel raised an eyebrow, "Alright feisty much." He paused for a moment,
considering, then added, "I like it." With a shit-eating grin that made Dean
feel flustered and, oh god, was he blushing? Oh god he was blushing. What was
with him? Apparently the other teen had noticed too because he pulled his chair
over in front of Dean's desk, smirking more rather than grinning. 
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
"Did I set a record or something? For making the sporty jock Dean Winchester
blush?" He asked, a cocky tone in his voice. 
"Shut up." Dean grunted, folding his arms across his chest and looking
everywhere except Castiel right about now. The other apparently had other ideas
though, seeing as he got up off his chair and walked around the desk and sat
himself down right onto Dean's lap, "What the hell are you-" He started but was
quickly cut off by him saying,
"Mr. Robinson won't be back for about another hour. We got time. I like you.
You like me. Come on." He leaned forward, breathing hotly on his neck. Dean's
toes curled slightly at the prospect, but he shook his head slightly.
"No...No...I mean...I've never-" Once again he was cut off by a soft snort from
Castiel.
"Never had sex with a guy? There's a first time for everything sweetheart." He
said, kissing ever-so-lightly at his neck, in a way that sent shivers running
up and down Dean's spine. "Besides...We don't necessarily have to have sex
either. I mean...I give one hell of a blowjob. And I've definitely imagined
your lips wrapped around my cock more than once." He spoke, his voice even
rougher than usual if that was at all possible. And Dean whimpered. Fucking
whimpered at the softest touch of Castiel's lips to the skin of his neck again
and then Castiel was chuckling into his ear again. 
"So...What do ya say Winchester?" He purred lightly, rolling his hips
downwards, and sending a shudder through the both of them, "Want to have a
little fun?" He asked, leaning away from him just enough so that they could
look each other in the eyes. 
And then Dean's resolve crashed and burned. Because his eyes, blown pupils
surrounded by a piercing blue made him just melt. His hands practically flew to
the back of the other's neck, kissing him deeply. Both their tongues fighting
for dominance. Castiel's fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt after a moment
and Dean pulled away reluctantly, letting Cas pull the t-shirt off over his
head. The other teen groaned slightly.
"All those sports definitely haven't done you any wrong." He muttered quietly
before going to Dean's neck and kissing, nipping, and licking his way along his
collarbone, causing Dean to wiggle and moan beneath him. Hopping off the chair
Castiel unbuttoned his own shirt and tossed it in the general direction of
Dean's and Jesus. Dean reached up, running his fingers along the edge of the
tattooed wing on his arm. Castiel smiled slightly, "I'm glad you approve De."
And it didn't even occur to Dean to correct him in saying De. Mostly because
Castiel hadn't wasted anytime in dropping to his knees between Dean's legs and
leaning forward, mouthing at his hipbone as he undid his pants and carefully
tugged them aside. 
Dean groaned heavily, but cut himself off because, oh yeah they were still in
school. He was about to shift in his seat to help Castiel get his jeans off but
apparently Castiel had other ideas because one hand was pressed firmly against
his thigh and he all-but growled,
"No. Stay." Now Dean never thought he'd be the kind to listen to orders in the
throws of passion and all that crap. But hearing the demanding, yet calm tone
of Castiel's gruff growly voice had him falling back against his chair and
moaning quietly. 
Castiel agonizingly slowly pulled the elastic of Dean's boxers down, and only
enough to get the head of Dean's cock. There was about a one second warning
where Castiel glanced up at Dean briefly before his tongue flicked over the
head of his cock. 
"Oh! Fuck Cas...." Dean breathed out, not realizing that he'd been holding in a
breath until he let it out.
"Maybe next time Winchester." He said, breath hot against Dean's skin before
taking just the head into his mouth, looking up at Dean through his lashes, and
the goddamned fucking tease was doing just that. Licking and sucking on the tip
of his cock until Dean got some hold of reality and managed to say,
"Is that all you got Novak?" His breathing coming in soft pants now. Castiel
clearly took this as a challenge as with zero warning he was deep-throating
Dean into next week, and flinching only slightly as Dean groaned and gave an
involuntary thrust. "Fucking hell..." He moaned out, Castiel giving a small
laugh around his cock as he bobbed his head up and down, his tongue massaging
the underside of his cock and the pleasant vibrations that ran through him made
Dean desperate. And had he not been watching himself he just knew he'd be
making the most obscene, and the most embarrassing noises. Dean barely noticed
as his hand went to the back of Castiel's head, his fingers playing with, and
tugging on his hair. 
Normally Dean would be slightly embarrased by how fast he was drawing to the
edge but hell, he didn't have much mental capacity care much as of the moment.
He had enough sense however to start babbling slightly,
"Jesus fucking Christ Cas...Dammit...I'm gonna, oh fuck-I'm gonna cum." His
voice sounding wrecked, and broken with soft moans and quiet whimpers. Castiel
didn't pull of his cock at all, in fact he only smirked slightly, his lips
still stretched around Dean's cock and glanced innocently up at him again. And
Dean chose that moment to look down and he fucking lost it. Biting his lip he
came hard into Castiel's mouth, thrusting maybe once or twice and Castiel
swallowed all of it down, pulling off his cock with a loud pop and wiping off a
little drop of cum on the corner of his mouth with his thumb, then licked it
off. 
Dean was still breathing heavy but he remembered their deal as Castiel stood
and he almost started to stand himself but Castiel put his hand on his
shoulder, 
"Not right now I'm sorry to say. I might have had a little too much fun teasing
you and we might only have about ten minutes left in detention. Although you're
more than welcome to take me for a drive home in the car of yours. If we happen
to make a small stop at the park along the way I wouldn't mind that much
either." He said, his voice gruff and sounding more fucked-out than usual.
"That sounds perfect..." Dean replied with a light, airy tone to his voice.
-The End
End Notes
     As always constructive criticism is welcome. But be nice. This is
     unbeta'd so any and all mistakes are my own.
     And Castiel's tattoo was based of this, http://media-cache-
     ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c6/5d/83/c65d838d9a6fbcb7207c6b24ee5a8a13.jpg
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