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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Castiel, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Underage_Sex, Age_Difference, First_Time, Alternate_Universe
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-28 Words: 2389
****** Such A Tease ******
by destieljohnlock
Summary
     Dean is too old for a babysitter but when he realises he's being
     babysat by the gorgeous Mr. Novak from next door he has an idea for a
     way that they can both have some fun.
Notes
     OK so in this story Dean is 16 and Castiel is 21 but in my country
     the age of consent is 16 so it isn't that bad really. I know that in
     the States the legal age is 18 so technically it's illegal but shhhh
     if you don't like it sorry *hides*
“Behave yourself tonight please Dean.” John fixed his son a stern look. Dean
didn’t look up from his laptop; he had accepted his fate but that didn’t mean
he had to like it. “I mean it Dean, your mother and I just want a peaceful
night out without any trouble.”
Dean sighed and looked up at his father. “I promise not to cause any trouble.
Anyway, won’t Mrs. Parsons make sure of that?” He said that last sentence with
a sneer. That doddery old woman could barely make sure her wig was on straight,
let alone make sure Dean did as he was told.
Dean didn’t mind that his parents were going out for the night. Frankly, he
thought that they deserved it. No, he didn’t mind that. What he did mind,
though, was their insistence on hiring a babysitter. He had wheedled and
whined, cried and cajoled all week but his sweet talk, blackmail and bribery
all fell flat. He had insisted that he didn’t need a babysitter (he was
seventeen, for God’s sake, not seven!) but they hadn’t listened. Dean had
finally resigned all hope until he heard the next six words that came from his
dad’s mouth.
“Actually, Mrs. Parsons couldn’t make it.”
Dean paused whilst the words sunk in. She couldn’t make it? So he was...home
alone?
“So I’m home alone!” Dean struggled to contain his glee.
“Please, do you really think we’d leave you alone after what happened last
time?” So there may have been a small incident involving the grill. The kitchen
curtains may have been a casualty. It was an accident, ok? “Castiel Novak said
he’d come over and watch you.”
“Castiel Novak?” Dean was shocked. “The guy from next door?”
“How many Castiel’s d’you think there are in Lawrence? Yeah, the guy from next
door.” Dean couldn’t believe his luck. He was gonna be alone with his hot
twenty-something neighbour all night long. He was fist-pumping in his head but
quickly schooled his features into a nonchalant expression before his dad said
“You’d better be good for him or I’ll kick your ass.”
Just then, Mary walked into the room. “John! That’s not a very nice thing to
say.” She tutted but there was a smile playing on her lips. “C’mon, we’ve gotta
leave now or we’ll miss our reservation.”
“Seeya, son. Castiel should be here in five minutes. He has our numbers in case
of an emergency, there’s money on the side to order a pizza and your mom left a
cherry pie in the fridge.” An annoying hair-ruffle and John was gone.
“Don’t be too mad at your dad and I, Dean. We’re just trying to do what’s
best.”
“Yeah, ok mom.” A kiss on the cheek and Mary was gone too. Dean was home alone.
For all of five minutes.
As soon as he heard the car pull out of the driveway, Dean was racing up the
stairs. He had five minutes to make himself presentable. Sitting in his stinky
AC/DC tee and stripy PJ bottoms might have been fine for Mrs. Parsons, but Dean
was not gonna look like a slob in front of Castiel Novak, no way.
Five minutes later Dean was sprawled elegantly on the sofa in his low slung
jeans, the tight ones that showed off his ass, and no top. He had no clean t-
shirts that weren’t too either small or too old and frayed. He really needed to
do his laundry more often.
Dean had never really spoken to his neighbour before, aside from the occasional
greeting when the man was trimming his garden hedge or the like. The young man
still lived with his parents, but in a small condo at the bottom of their
garden that, according to the neighbourhood gossip-mongers, he built himself
when he was 18. Now 21, Castiel had been to uni and gotten qualifications and a
posh banking job, but he still didn’t want to move out.
Dean’s heart leapt when he heard a key in the door. His parents must have given
Castiel the spare. Dean was jittery with nerves but he composed himself and
tried to look indifferent as he flicked through the TV channels.
“Oh, hey Mr. Novak.” Nailed it.
“Please, call me Castiel. Or Cas.” Dean’s hot neighbour looked as hot as ever
in his customary suit and trench coat with his hair all ruffled and sexy and
his tie skewed. It was hard not to stare.
“OK Cas.” Dean didn’t miss the way Cas purposefully averted his eyes from
Dean’s bare chest. And was he blushing? Wow, Castiel Novak blushing because of
him. Dean was suddenly immensely glad that he had no clean t-shirts.
“D’you wanna sit down?” Dean moved his legs to make room for Castiel on the
couch.
“Thanks Dean. Listen, I know you don’t want a babysitter and I’m kind of an
annoyance right now, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun, does it?”
“No. No, it doesn’t.” Dean grinned. This was gonna be a good night.
 
The men sat together for a couple of hours, eating pizza and watching a movie.
The movie was crap but they had fun pointing out its flaws and laughing at
them. Cas had had more fun those past couple of hours with a virtual stranger
than he could remember ever having had with his friends. Well, his brothers. He
didn’t really have friends.
Castiel was also painfully aware of how close he and Dean were sitting. God, he
needed to get a grip. This kid was gonna be the death of him. When he walked in
and Dean was laid out on the couch like that, and topless! Castiel almost got a
semi just from that.
All night he couldn’t help himself from stealing glances at the hot boy next to
him. His perfect bare chest was just too gorgeous to be ignored. When Cas
realised that the vee leading down to Dean’s crotch was on show due to how low-
slung the jeans were, his smart business slacks became inexplicably tight. When
Dean started moaning around each mouthful of cherry pie he ate, Cas nearly
moaned aloud for a very different reason. He just hoped that Dean was oblivious
to how hard he was getting.
“Hey, d’you want a popsicle?” Dean asked, standing up.
“Uh, no thanks.” Castiel did not like where this was going. He wasn’t sure he
could take watching Dean eat a popsicle with that devilish mouth of his.
“Suit yourself.” Dean replied, before sauntering off into the kitchen in a way
that made it impossible for Cas not to stare at his ass.
“Get a grip!” Cas muttered to himself, willing his erection down. He could not
be crushing on a seventeen year old boy, no way. It was wrong. It was illegal
for fuck’s sake! He sat on the sofa and attempted to tidy up a bit whilst Dean
was gone. Wouldn’t want the Winchesters to think they’d sat eating junk food on
the sofa all night. Even though that was all they had done (and it was a lot
better than what Castiel’s downstairs brain wanted to do). It briefly occurred
to Cas that Dean should be in bed by now but he couldn’t bring himself to do
anything about it. He wondered where Dean had got to.
 
Dean was rifling through the freezer and snickering to himself. This night was
going really very well. He hadn’t planned on trying to seduce Castiel, really
he hadn’t. But when he saw the little glances Cas kept throwing at him
throughout the night he really couldn’t help himself.
So he played into it a bit: stretching every so often so that a little more
skin than was decent peeked out of the top of his jeans; licking his lips a
little more than was necessary after each bite of pizza; moaning a little too
much at how nice the pie was; “accidentally” dropping the TV remote down the
back of the sofa and wiggling his ass in the air when he bent over to reach it.
Okay, so he played into it a lot. So what? Cas was practically a wet dream come
true with his soft, full lips and his just-been-fucked hair. Dean was only
human. And it’s not like Cas didn’t want it. Judging by the man’s open mouthed
staring and what Dean could only describe as a growing bulge in his pants, Cas
wanted it very much.
“Ah, here they are.” Dean triumphantly produced a box of popsicles before
taking out a grape one and shoving the box back into the freezer. He waltzed
back into the living room (trying to suppress his grin) and flopped down on the
sofa. Time to pull out the big guns.
 
Castiel was freaking out. Was Dean doing this on purpose? The boy was eating
that popsicle in the most obscene way possible. Seriously. Eyes locked on the
TV he licked a stripe up the side of it before tonguing the head of it (The
head? What the fuck, it’s not a cock, Castiel! Calm down!) and then sucking it
hard, the effort making his cheeks hollow. When Dean began deep-throating the
thing Cas could not contain the choked off groan that escaped his lips. Shit.
Again, Cas was freaking out. He just outright groaned, shit! Dean definitely
heard and he was gonna kick him out or scream or call his parents or the police
or- or turn his head slowly to look at Cas and wink? Wink! The bastard winked
at him! The penny dropped.
“You little bastard!” Cas shouted. “You’ve been teasing me all night! On
purpose!”
Dean just smiled smugly. Well, as smugly as he could with a purple, phallic,
frozen treat in his mouth. He slid his mouth off of it with a pop and said with
a grin “Yeah, and you loved it you kinky fucker.” And in that instant all
thoughts of the law and what Dean’s parents would say flew out of Cas’ head.
“Hey! I’m in charge here!” Cas got up close in Dean’s personal space, crawling
towards him on the couch. “You should show me-“ he took the popsicle out of
Dean’s mouth and threw it onto a discarded pizza box. “-some respect.”
Dean was a little scared until he felt something hard rub insistently against
his thigh. Then he grinned.
“What have you got to grin about? I think we should put that rude little mouth
of yours to some use, don’t you?”
“Oh, God yes.”
And that’s how Dean ended up kneeling on the floor between Castiel’s legs
giving the man’s cock the same treatment he had given the popsicle minutes
before, licking and sucking, drawing the most delicious sounds out of Cas.
What Dean lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm and it wasn’t long
before Castiel was cumming with a shout, fingers threading through Dean’s short
hair. What Dean didn’t manage to catch in his mouth dripped down the boy’s chin
and, if there ever was a hotter sight to see, Castiel hadn’t seen it.
“That was very good,” Castiel panted “but now I think it’s your turn to be
teased.”
 
All Dean’s Christmases and birthdays had come at once. He still couldn’t
believe he’d just sucked Castiel Novak’s cock. And now Dean was laying on the
carpet, wrists tied to a leg of the coffee table with Castiel’s tie, and jeans
slowly being shimmied off of him by the beautiful man himself. Those big, blue
eyes were twinkling mischievously.
Dean’s cock was so hard that when it was freed of the confines of his jeans it
sprang up and slapped his stomach. Cas looked at it and licked his lips.
“No underpants? Well, you really are a naughty boy aren’t you?” Yeah, Dean
really needed to get on top of the laundry situation.
Cas leant forward and crawled over Dean, trench coat now shed and shirt sleeves
rolled up to his elbows. Dean bucked his hips up, seeking some much needed
friction.
“Ah ah ah!” Cas held Dean’s hips down with his arm. “Did I say you could do
that? You’d better behave yourself if you want me to let you cum!”
Dean moaned at those words and tried to keep his hips still.
Cas began licking and sucking at Dean’s neck, loving the sound of the young man
panting beneath him. He travelled downwards peppering licks and bites on the
boy’s chest before trailing his tongue around each of Dean’s nipples and
blowing on the wetness left behind, watching them harden into stiff peaks.
“Cas... Oh fuck, please...” Dean’s incoherent babbling made Cas chuckle, a
deep, filthy laugh that had Dean groaning all over again.
Cas continued his slow path down Dean’s defined torso until he reached the
point where the boy’s weeping cock was painting a trail of precum on his
stomach. Carefully avoiding touching it, Cas leaned in and whispered “Do you
want to cum, Dean?”
The hot breath on his cock drove Dean crazy and his wrists tugged at the
restraints.
“Careful now Dean, you wouldn’t want to break anything.” Castiel reprimanded
Dean sternly whilst raking his fingernails lightly up and down the boy’s
thighs.
Cas moved back and lent down to suck a hickey onto Dean’s inner thigh. This
unexpected move had Dean almost cumming there and then. The noises coming out
of his mouth were ungodly.
“Please Cas, I’m begging you.” Dean was painfully hard.
“Tell me what you need Dean.”
“Just – ahhh – suck my cock please or just touch it or do something!”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Cas winked at Dean before taking the younger
man’s cock deep into his mouth and that was all it took before Dean was cumming
down his throat.
The men lay panting together on the floor for a while before either of them
deigned to break the silence. It was Dean who spoke first.
“Well that was...” He laughed sleepily “unexpected.” He was still blessed out
from his orgasm and was pretty happy with himself.
“Yeah, that definitely wasn’t how I expected this night to pan out.” Dean could
hear the hesitancy and the hope in the man’s voice.
“Well one thing’s for sure, I definitely wouldn’t mind having you as a
babysitter again!”
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