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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Benny_Lafitte
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Boarding_School, Catholic_School,
      Teenagers, Fighting_Kink, Tickling, Verbal_Humiliation, Bullying, Blow
      Jobs, Hand_Jobs, Secret_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-25 Words: 2255
****** Don't Touch Me ******
by IceFemme
Summary
     prompt on tumblr: HS!AU : Dean constantly is taunting and teasing
     Castiel. They're both teenagers but Dean is a year older, the same
     age as Cas' older brother Gabriel. Dean finds out that Castiel is
     sensitive to most touches and extremely ticklish. Things aren't very
     friendly at first.
Notes
     understand that this is hard to write from someone who is not
     ticklish
See the end of the work for more notes
“Gee, Cas, did you take a shit? Why were you gone for so long?” Dean asks with
a gallant smirk on his face.
Castiel enters the room with all fifteen of his peers watching him, laughing at
him.
He flushes and angrily answers, “I’ve been gone for only four minutes!”
“Did you count to make sure it didn’t seem like you were gone for long?” Dean
returns, still wearing that gorgeous smirk.
“Fuck you, Freckles!”
“Boys! That is enough!” Ms. Fitzgerald reprimands and Castiel finally ends the
glaring match with Dean and walks down the row to his seat.
Class continued and all throughout Castiel could hear small sniplets of
whispers.
“Novak took a cow shit. I swear on my mom.”
 
“Hurry up, Novak, you’re lagging,” Dean calls from the front of the group of
boys running.
Castiel glares at the back of him—his bare back glistening with sweat, thick
ass but slim hips moving in unison with the boys around him. Castiel doesn’t
want to acknowledge the little thumping in his heart but it’s definitely there.
His cock most definitely twitches and he trips trying to conceal it.
The other boys finish rapidly after that and turn to watch as Castiel wipes the
gravel off his knees and uniform jersey. A few snort and laugh but others wave
him off and go get some water.
Dean doesn’t do either. Instead, he approaches Castiel.
“C’mon, get up. You’re bleeding,” he mentioned and Castiel looks down. His shin
is cut up and his other knee feels a little sore.
He surprises Castiel completely by taking him to the infirmary and begins to
clean the cut. Neither boy says anything as Dean wipes at it with a wet towel
and then dabs at it with Neosporin. He puts one of the extra large Band-Aids
over it to cover the whole thing and then helps Castiel up off the bed.
Both boys blush when they notice Dean is still holding Castiel hand and hip.
“D—don’t touch me,” Castiel mutters.
“I’ll touch you if I want, Cassie,” Dean returns. He’s trying to get under his
skin, Castiel knows this, but he can’t help but feel flustered and aroused at
the same time. He realizes he wants Dean to push him against the wall. Roughly,
too. Knock his head. Slam his wrists together. Spread his thighs with his knee.
But Dean reaches out and touches Castiel’s inner elbow and he jerks it back as
fast as he can.
So, naturally, Dean reaches for it again.
This time he grasps it and holds it tightly.
Castiel erupts with giggles. It doesn’t take long for Dean to realize what’s
going on and he takes full advantage. He does push Castiel against the wall
this time, but Castiel wished he could rake in an even breath to reciprocate
with Dean but he can’t because he’s laughing so hard.
“Dean!” Castiel squeals and the older boy pauses. Castiel’s got laughter tears
in his eyes and Dean gazes into the blueness.
“Boys?”
Both males turn towards the female nurse. She’s dressed in the nun garb and
glares at the both of them. Dean starts to explain about how Castiel fell, but
she dismisses them back to class.
Dean runs ahead of Castiel, but he doesn’t mind to be left alone. He also
doesn’t mind watching his long tanned legs as he hurries off to return to his
favourite period of the day.
Maybe Dean jogged ahead for that purpose. 
 
Gabriel blows air onto his hands in hope that it would reflect and hit his
face. He’s sorely unsuccessful.
“Dude, this place sucks,” he mutters dejectedly.
It’s been three days since the nurse’s office and Castiel is bored also. His
older brother and he were unfortunately placed in study hall detention
because—well for different reasons actually. Gabriel threw spitballs at Mr.
Roman and Castiel forgot to turn in an assignment in time.
It really was a harsh punishment but he decided it was better than after school
detention where they made the boys wash and clean things.
Castiel lifts his eyes and gazes over the tables of boys. They’re not all full
but it’s not really so hard to obtain a detention around here. They’re no big
deal because they don’t show up anywhere on your report card or anything. His
eyes scan the room and stop when they land on a familiar face. Lips in a pout,
high cheekbones, and warm green eyes greet him as he locks gazes with Dean from
across the room.
But it’s not him he’s really looking it, but Castiel’s older brother Gabriel.
He waves him over manically and Dean sneakily walks over, holding his uniform
slacks tight so they won’t rub together and make noise.
“Dude, why are you here again?” Dean asks, completely ignoring Castiel. Oh, he
knows he’s there all right.
Gabe just rolls his eyes. “Douchebag Roman,” he responds. “You?”
Dean just purses his lips. “Ate my lunch in class.”
Castiel can’t help it and lets out a small snicker.
The boy across from him narrows his eyes and Cas can detect the faintest of a
blush. “Fuck off, loser.”
“Okay, fatass.”
The response is immediately met with a foot stomping down on Castiel’s own
under the table. He is caught completely by surprise and fuck does it hurt—he
screams and the teacher’s head flies up.
“You.” He points to Castiel. “Simmer down.”
The other boys in the room stare over at Castiel for a few more seconds before
returning to their own doings.
Gabriel’s eyebrows furrow. “That was strangely anticlimactic.”
Castiel and Dean are in a glaring match but the younger boy can’t help but want
to reach forward and grab the brunette boy’s button down by the collar and
press their lips together.
“You’re still fat,” Castiel chews out, sticking his tongue out at him.
 
A week later, the rumor is still circulating that Castiel is constipated 24/7.
It’s not only math, but also English and History. In science, their teacher
somehow must’ve heard the rumor because he makes a special announcement about
constipation. He explains about different foods that will help and that it’s
completely normal to feel a little “stuffed up” sometimes.
Castiel’s face goes tomato-red and he glares down at his shoes.
After the teacher moves on, he dares to look over at Dean’s spot behind his
row. Guys are still clapping him on the back and laughing. The older boy’s eyes
flicker to Cas’ and there’s a confusing look in them. One that Castiel chooses
not to try and decipher. 
 
The next day in math, Dean gets to class early so that when Castiel enters, he
‘accidentally’ touches that spot on Castiel’s arm that is ticklish.
Castiel jerks to the side almost immediately after he is touched, gasping at
Dean. Dean doesn’t turn towards Cas, but smirks and looks forward, copying down
the homework for the night.
Blushing like mad, Castiel goes to his spot at the end of the row.
This time in class, Dean is raising his hand at almost every question to answer
them. His voice is deep and husky and Castiel feels like he’s hearing it for
the first time. Every time he opens that damn mouth of his, Castiel has to push
his cock down in his pants. He’s hard and throbbing a little bit. He hasn’t
masturbated in a while and maybe that’s why he’s like this when Dean does
stupid little things.
But when Mrs. Fitzgerald asks Dean to explain to the equation, Castiel has his
lower lip sucked into his mouth as he palms his clothed cock, his eyes falling
to a close as he strokes himself through his pants. Shit starts going too fast
before he knows it and suddenly he can’t stop his caressing and he comes in his
pants. A soft moan escapes his lips and it’s so quiet that no one turns around.
No one but Dean.
Castiel hasn’t noticed it but he has stopped talking and the teacher has the
floor once again. Dean is only two seats up but he stares back at Castiel like
he knows all his secrets.
A debauched look is cast upon Castiel’s face and he knows he’s caught red
handed. Dean eyes him up and down, his tongue in his cheek moving in and out
slowly. His eyes meet Castiel’s once more before he turns around and shuts his
notebook. The bell rings straight after and Dean stands up. Castiel stands up
too, although awkwardly, and packs his stuff up. He doesn’t pay attention to
the fact that Dean is still right in front of him and trips on an outstretched
leg.
Cas’ supplies spill all over the floor and he bangs his chin on the edge of a
table. No one pays attention or helps him up so Castiel scrambles to collect
his pencil case and notebooks.
“Hey!” the familiar booming voice of Benny Lafitte sounds behind him. Castiel
turns his head and watches as Dean pushes him back into a row of desks.
“I saw that,” Dean grows.
“Saw what?” Benny’s southern accent laces his words. “Calm your shit,
Winchester, it was an honest mistake,” he continues, but the longer Castiel
looks at the stocky guy, the more he sees the cockiness in his eyes and smile.
Dean stands in front of him with his arms crossed. Benny glares back, but once
he realizes Dean isn’t moving, he drops his eyes and moves around him.
The older boy’s eyes turn to Castiel and he assesses him.
“You okay?” 
Castiel doesn’t say anything but heads to his next class: PE.
Unfortunately, Dean has the same period.
“Cas!” Dean calls when they make it into the locker rooms. The bell rings just
then and they haven’t even got dressed yet. Dean grinds his teeth and dresses
quickly, deciding he will talk to Castiel after class.
Things don’t go so smoothly.
Castiel gets beaned in the head by a volleyball first, and then the whole
constipation thing comes up again except this time it’s diarrhea. By this point
Dean is so pissed off he grabs Castiel by the wrist and whispers into his ear,
“Come with me…”
When they reach outside, Castiel throws his hand against Dean’s and breaks
free. “Could you just leave me alone!” he shouts. “And I said don’t touch me!”
“You’re letting them talk about you—”
“So what!” Castiel bursts. “You did it! I’m used to it by now!” 
Dean looks down at the concrete ground. “You shouldn’t be.”
Castiel just glares at him for a second. “What?”
“You shouldn’t get used to people treating you like this. You shouldn’t—” Dean
cuts himself off and looks at the ground again, “You shouldn’t have let me
start it in the first place.”
“Dean, believe me, if I could have, I would’ve,” he replies sincerely.
They just look at each other for a little bit longer.
“I’m going to go punch the next one who says something about you in the face,”
Dean says and starts stomping past Castiel. The younger boy reaches out and
clasps Dean’s wrist and stops him.
“Dean,” Castiel barely gets out before Dean has both hands locked on Cas’
cheeks and is kissing him squarely on the lips.
They pause and look at each other before rushing in once more. “I don’t want to
let them talk like this about you anymore,” Dean admits when they break apart
again.
Castiel squeezes his eyes shut and kisses Dean again, but the older boy pushes
Cas against the outside wall of the gym. Castiel lets out small gasps as his
hands clutch at Dean’s jersey.
“I know you came in math,” Dean whispers hotly in Castiel’s ear. “Come on.”
Cas is once again whisked away by Dean and they are in the PE supplies closet.
Dean drops to his knees and pushes Castiel’s hips against the wall of lacrosse
sticks. He yanks down Castiel’s shorts and cum stained briefs and inhales the
heady scent.
“Someone’s been a bad boy,” he mentions and looks up at Castiel before he picks
the already hard cock and puts it in his mouth. He jerks the base as he swirls
his tongue around the head and then sucks it. His mouth is wicked talented and
Castiel is clutching at the sticks behind him in no time, gasping as he cums
down Dean’s throat.
“D—Dean, come here,” he urges and Dean stands up. The older boy presses his
mouth to Castiel’s and their lips open to twirl their tongues together. Castiel
gets a taste of his own spunk and licks it up from Dean’s tongue and into his
own mouth, getting a shock of excitement in doing so.
His hand reaches down and grasps Dean’s cock and begins to jerk it. It catches
Dean off guard and he pushes Cas against the wall, closing in on him as he
ravages his mouth.
It doesn’t take long at all for Dean to cum too but this is a little bit
messier and it gets all over Castiel’s black shorts.
Dean gets on his knees once again and surprises the dark haired boy completely
by licking the white watery mess off of the shorts. Castiel’s heart goes wild
as he watches Dean perform such a lewd act.
“You’re not going to be having any more trouble, Cas,” he says in a stern
voice, gulping down his own cum. It's the hottest combination Castiel thinks he
has ever seen.
End Notes
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