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“What the fuck do you mean, you leave in two days?” April screamed.
“April. I told you when we met that I was leaving soon. I’m a soldier, you knew that. I told you this was a one-off, just a fling before I ship out,” Castiel said tiredly.
“No. No, you did not tell me you would be gone in less than a week. When you said soon, I thought you meant… a few months. I thought we could build something together, maybe keep it going while you’re away,” April whined.
“I’m not interested in a long-distance relationship. I merely wanted to have some fun before the Army owns me. I told you it wouldn’t be anything serious,” Castiel said.
“Fuck you, Castiel. You can say whatever you want, but you’re just a selfish asshole.” April slammed the car door shut and stormed away.
Castiel sighed heavily, resting his head against the steering wheel of his Continental. He knew he shouldn’t have listened to his brother when Gabriel told him to sow his wild oats, but it hadn’t seemed like a bad idea at the time. April had been so sweet and charismatic when they met at the bookstore. The few hours they had spent together over the weekend had been pleasant, a distraction from the fact that he had signed away at least 4 years of his life to the Army, but nothing more. Her reaction to his refusal for a continued relationship was regretful, but she would no doubt heal quickly.
Still, the confrontation had quite dampened his mood. He had only 24 hours of freedom before he had to report to base and he had no intention of spending that time moping. Castiel started up his car, revelling in the satisfying rumble of its engine. He wasn’t terribly familiar with the area, not being a native, but there had to be a bar somewhere nearby.
Leaves fluttered outside the car as it slowly crawled down Main Street. Castiel realized he was probably going under the speed limit, angering the drivers behind him, but he wasn’t in the mood to care. He kept his eyes largely on the storefronts until he found one that seemed promising: Roadhouse Bar & Grill . He pulled into the parking lot, parking towards the empty spaces at the back. It was early evening, but the bar seemed rather popular, and he’d hate to have his car dented by drunk patrons.
The fall air was crisp, not truly cold, though it did make Castiel glad to have his trench coat against the wind. Though the outside of the bar looked old and weathered, once he opened the door, Castiel was impressed by the obvious care that went into the interior. It was nowhere near fancy, but clean and obviously well cared for. The bar had more patrons than one would expect for early evening on a weeknight.
Castiel took his place at the bar, debating with himself whether he should order a meal or stick to drinking. He looked over the dated menu, his stomach grumbling at the thought of a bacon cheeseburger. His mind made up, he ordered the cheeseburger, as well as a beer and idly toyed with the beer bottle as he looked over the rest of the bar.
A voice from beside him made Castiel jump. “Hey Jo. What’s a guy gotta do to get service around here?”
The blonde bartender scoffed. “Oh, please, Dean. You’ve been here all of five seconds.”
A grin spread over the man’s, Dean’s , face. “C’mon, don’t make me tell your mother you’ve been neglecting customers again.”
Castiel watched the byplay between the two with interest. They were obviously well acquainted to be ribbing each other so. Perhaps they were dating? Jo was a lovely woman, and Dean seemed to appreciate her beauty.
“Hey there, you new around here?”
Castiel startled again, not expecting to be addressed. He answered, “I’m not particularly new to the area, I’ve been training at the base, but I rarely leave it.”
Dean huffed. “I hear you. It doesn’t seem to matter what job it is, it rarely leaves much time to do stuff. I’m Dean.”
“Castiel.”
“Seems pretty formal for a bar, man. You got a nickname?”
“Not really. On base I’m usually addressed by my last name.” Castiel tilted his head slightly. “My brothers call me ‘Cassie’ on occasion, but I’m not particularly fond of it.”
“Can’t say I blame you.” Dean chuckled. “What about ‘Cas’?”
Castiel shrugged.
“Well, then. How ya doing, Cas?
Castiel’s shoulders slumped as he sighed. “I have had better days.”
Dean chuckled. “Lady problems?”
“You could say that. I’m in the Army, due to ship out in a few days. My brothers encouraged me to have a one night stand, a last hurrah for the time being or some such.” Castiel toyed with the label of his beer bottle. “Unfortunately, the woman I chose took exception to the fact that I’m leaving so soon and have no interest in pursuing a long term relationship.”
Jo butted in. “You did tell her up front, right?”
Castiel looked affronted. “Of course! Or rather… I thought I did. I told her I was leaving soon and that I had no inclination for anything long term or long distance. Apparently, she thought she had longer and would be able to change my mind.”
“Ah, that’s rough, man.”
“So, now, what was intended to be a bit of fun has rather soured my departure.”
“Hmm,” Dean hummed around the rim of his bottle. “Well, man, you picked the right bar to come be miserable in. I just got dumped myself.”
“Well, then,” Castiel taps his beer bottle against Dean’s, “here’s to having company for our misery.”
Dean laughed and ordered shots when Jo came back to check on them. They were mostly silent as they matched each other shot for shot. In little time, both men were slightly past tipsy. Before they could drink themselves stupid, Jo shooed them out the door.
The pair walked out of the Roadhouse together, both giggling, though they would each deny it. Castiel complained about needing to get a taxi to and from base, since he couldn’t drive drunk. Dean threw his arm over Castiel’s shoulder and laughed.
“Good news, Cas! You have a friend who lives just a couple blocks away.”
Castiel cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy. “No, I don’t. Dean, I’m not from here, I don’t know anyone.”
Dean guffawed, throwing back his head. “Cas, I meant me. I live close by.”
“Oh.”
“Come on, man. It’s getting cold out. Walk shouldn’t take more than five minutes.” Dean pulled Cas along by his trench coat.
Dean lived in an apartment building just out of sight of the Roadhouse. The building was dark red brick and three stories tall, with an overgrown front lawn. It seemed neglected, from the broken front lock to the loose handrail on the stairs. They walked to Dean’s apartment, on the second floor and Dean fiddled with the lock.
“It’s not much, man. But it’s a warm place to sleep tonight and won’t cost you $50 in taxi fare.”
Castiel laid his hand on Dean’s shoulder, turning him slightly in the doorway. “Dean, I’m sure it’s fine. Thank you for letting me stay tonight.”
Dean got caught in Castiel’s gaze as they locked eyes. The bright blue color of them shined, only slightly glazed from the alcohol, but the kindness showed through. Realizing he had been staring, Dean blinked and nearly jerked away.
“Yeah, no problem. S’my fault anyways, I’m the one who kept ordering us shots.”
They entered, Dean allowing Castiel to go first. He took in the apartment; the walls and kitchen counters were run down but spotless, the furniture faded and worn but comfortable looking. The walls were covered in picture frames, filled with what Castiel assumed was family and friends: a tall man with long hair, a faded picture of two small boys and a beautiful blonde woman, a redhead giving the “Live Long and Prosper” sign. Amusingly, he also saw a snapshot of Dean and Jo from the bar. He pointed it out.
“You know her well, then?” Castiel asked.
Dean’s cheeks turned slightly pink. “Ah, yeah. Jo’s mom, Ellen, is an old friend. Practically raised me and my brother.” He gestured towards another picture. “He’s the goofy tall one who needs a haircut.”
Castiel nodded.
“So… the couch pulls out, I can get you some clothes to sleep in and some blankets if you want.”
Castiel nodded and waved Dean off. He took off his trench coat and folded it over a chair. He moved the cushions and fought momentarily with the stubborn pull-out bed. A test bounce proved the bed to be a decent thickness and comfortable enough for a night. Pulling his shoes off, Castiel tucked them under the edge. His head perked back up as he heard Dean returning up the hallway.
Dean had a pillow, sheets, and a set of sleep clothes piled in his arm which he tossed on a chair. “Ok, so I’m probably a little bigger than you, but these ought to fit for tonight. You go ahead and get changed, I’ll make up the bed.”
He threw the sleep clothes, a soft t-shirt and plaid pair of pants, to Castiel, then turned to start making up the bed. When he went to grab the top sheet, he saw Castiel shrugging out of the shirt he had on and froze. He’d expected Castiel to go to the bathroom to change, but there he stood. Dean couldn’t help but take in the sharp hip bones, the way Cas’ muscles shifted under his skin with each movement, the dusting of hair leading from his flat stomach to disappear into his pants. Cas caught him staring and smirked.
“Like what you see?” He asked.
Dean’s face flamed and he whipped around to mess with the bed. “N-no. Why would you… what ev-even…”
Cas stepped closer to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, making Dean jump. “Dean, it’s okay. It’s not a big deal. I’ve seen you staring a couple times and thought… If you were interested… Well, you’re a very attractive man, and I thought I might end this free time on a high note. No pressure.”
Dean gulped, caught in the power of Cas’ gaze. His eyes flicked down to Cas’ lips and he licked his own. “I’ve, uh… I’ve never done anything with a guy.”
“But you are interested?”.
Dean nodded hesitantly, his eyes still on Cas’ pale pink lips. Slowly and smoothly, giving Dean plenty of time to move away, Cas leaned in to capture Dean’s mouth in a careful kiss: nothing more than firm pressure and soft skin. He reached his hand to Dean’s cheek, laying it tenderly there. The movement seemed to startle Dean into action. He licked Cas’ lips and moaned at the new sensation.
Dean’s response spurred Cas on. He licked his way into Dean’s mouth, delicately toying with his tongue. Dean let out a sound embarrassingly close to a whimper which Cas answered with a groan. He broke the kiss and gently pushed Dean back onto the sofa bed. Dean startled as Cas started to tug the shirt from his jeans.
Cas ran a hand soothingly down his side. “Shhh. It’s ok, Dean. Only as much as you want. Can I touch your chest?”
Dean nodded unsteadily, lifting off the bed to pull his t-shirt off. Cas smiled and followed Dean to the head of the bed and kissed his cheek. Dean blushed and ducked his head, but Cas just nudged into the hollow of his throat and nuzzled Dean’s collarbone, lapping at the pulse point. He heard Dean’s breathing speed up as he kissed his way down to Dean’s chest. A sharp inhale met his ears when he flicked his tongue over Dean’s nipple, followed by a whimpering moan. He toyed with Dean’s other nipple with his fingers as he gently bit down on the hardened nub in his mouth.
“Fuck, Cas!” Dean gasped out. Cas grinned up at him before pressing a line of kisses down Dean’s chest and stomach, pausing when he reached Dean’s jeans.
“May I take your pants off, Dean?” Cas asked.
“Yes, fuck yes.”
Cas gave one more kiss to Dean’s stomach as he flicked the jeans open. He shoved them down, stopping for confirmation when he hooked his fingers into his boxers. At the fervent nod, he pushed both down over Dean’s knees and off the bed to lie in an undignified heap on the floor.
“Wait.” Castiel had just been about to wrap his hand around Dean’s cock, but immediately stopped and looked up.
Dean smirked. “I ain’t gonna be the only one naked. Chop chop, soldier.”
Cas chuckled as he kicked off his own pants and underwear. He leaned back in towards Dean, taking a moment to kiss him deeply. He wrapped his hand around Dean’s cock, reveling in the way his eye fluttered shut at the touch.
“Oh, fuuuck…”
Cas teased at Dean’s ear as he stroked. “Do you like that, Dean? Feels so different from a woman’s hand, doesn’t it? Do you want me to suck you off? To take your cock deep in my throat? Hmm?”
Dean whined as he nodded.
Cas tsked reproachfully. “Tell me what you want, Dean. I want to hear you say it.”
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, please suck my cock, Cas.” Dean groaned.
Cas smiled dazzlingly. He bent to lap at the weeping head of Dean’s cock, moaning with pleasure at the bitter taste. He sucked more in, inhaling the heady musk of Dean’s scent. Dean moaned at the tight wet heat of Cas’ mouth. Cas gently rolled Dean’s balls in his hand as he flattened his tongue to lick a long stripe up the underside of Dean’s cock. He felt the telltale tightening of Dean’s balls.
“Are you going to come for me, Dean? Fill me up with it?” Cas asked. Dean jerked with want and need. Cas tightened his grip at the base of Dean’s cock. “Not yet, sweetheart. Do you have lube? Condoms?”
Dean nodded frantically and pointed to the side table. Cas dropped a quick kiss to Dean’s lips, then turned to rifle through the drawer. He shoved aside loose batteries and a takeout menu before he found what he needed. He turned back to Dean. “Dean. I told you I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want. Are you okay with this?”
The glassy lust haze cleared slightly from Dean’s eye and he smiled. “Yeah. I’ve done it to myself, just never with a guy. I want to feel you open me up and then stick your cock in me Cas.”
Cas growled with lust at Dean’s declaration and launched himself towards Dean to kiss him fiercely. He nipped at Dean’s lips as he flipped open the cap to the lube and spread it on his fingers. He leaned back to watch Dean’s face as he started probing at Dean’s hole. Dean ground down on his fingers.
“Patience, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.” Cas said, stilling Dean’s hips. He pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle and was deeply gratified by Dean’s groan. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’ve been so empty for so long, haven’t you?”
Dean could only moan in response. His hips jerked when Cas pushed a second finger in. “So good, Cas. Fuck, gimme more.”
“So hungry for it. Look at that ass grabbing my fingers, such a slut, just begging for my cock.” Cas teased, seeking out Dean’s prostate with his fingers.
“Fuck! Cas, please, I’m ready, fuck me, fuck me, please!” Dean shouted.
Cas slipped his fingers out and tore open the condom wrapper. He slid it on his own cock and nudged Dean’s ass with it. Teasingly, he asked, “Are you sure, Dean?”
Dean growled and shoved his ass onto Cas’ cock. “Yes! Now, shut up and fuck me!”
Cas pushed slowly into Dean’s ass, both of them moaning deeply. He drew back just as slowly, then slammed back in hard. Dean grabbed his shoulder tight, moans continuing to pour out of him. Cas snapped his hips at a brutal pace, staring deep into Dean’s eyes.
“So good for me, Dean. Fuck, you’re so tight.” He wrapped a hand around Dean’s cock, delighted by the instant tightening around his own cock. “Are you going to come, Dean? Come so hard with my cock deep inside you that you forget your name? Come for me. Now, Dean.”
Dean’s mouth opened in a silent scream as his cock exploded, pleasure washing over him in waves. His legs tightened around Cas’ hips, trying to draw his cock in deeper. As his orgasm rolled through him, his ass squeezed Cas’ cock in a debauched rhythm, pulling Cas’ own orgasm from him. Cas groaned deeply and collapsed on top of Dean. They both lay there panting.
“Wow.” Dean said.
Peeling himself away, Cas chuckled. “Was it all you expected?”
Dean grinned and turned to face Cas, only a slight wince marring the expression. “Wasn’t expecting the dirty talk or pet names, but damn, Cas. That was awesome.”
Cas nodded. “Good. Now, you stay there, I’m going to grab a towel to clean up with.”
Cas was back within moments and made quick work of wiping up the worst of the mess. Both men relaxed, cuddling close together. They were asleep minutes later.
Dawn broke with a vengeance. Between the sex and the drinking, neither man was feeling their best. They traded lazy kisses for a few moments, pointedly ignoring each other's morning breath.
“You can have first shower. There’s pain meds in the medicine cabinet and a spare toothbrush under the sink. I’ll make some coffee and breakfast.” Dean said.
They moved quietly around the apartment, going about their tasks. After a small breakfast of coffee and toast, Cas retrieved his coat from the chair and the men dawdled by the door.
“So... “ Dean started. “This was good, man. I know you’re shipping out, but if you’re ever in town you oughta look me up.”
Cas nodded. “I will.” They shared one final kiss before Cas left.
Neither realized they didn’t have each other’s last names.
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