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It was a bright Sunday morning. Too bright.
Dean's eyes burned and he squinted at the sun angrily, rubbing his aching temples as he exited the building he had spent the night in. And what a night it was. The guy he had been with had two roommates who wouldn't stop catcalling on the other side of the door where they could hear the grunting and Dean's pretty sure they had managed to break the bed at some point. The guy (yeah, let's call him that) was a decent looking bartender he had met the same night at his local pub. They had flirted the whole night and when his shift ended Dean was still there nursing his last drink of the night and one thing led to another. Well, what can you say? Dean's not the kind of guy to turn down a night of care-free sex. No way.
So, that's the story of how he ended up doing the first walk of shame in a long, long time. And it seemed like he wasn't the only one.
Next to him waiting for the cars to pass appeared a guy with a wild sexhair and the bluest eyes he had ever seen. The man didn't seem to pay any attention to him, he was just staring in to the distance and playing with the hem of his rumbled shirt. The shirt looked nice on him, Dean noticed. The man looked nice, in fact. Like really nice. Like, hot as hell nice.
Dean soon noticed that he was caught staring when their eyes met. The man gave him an embarrassed little smile before he took in Dean's whole appearance. He seemed to get the clues together and the embarrasment turned in to knowing grin. "Good morning" the blue-eyed man said with a hoarse voice. It sounded like someone had fucked his throat the whole night. Oh God, the thought made his dick twitch in his stained pants. "Hi" Dean answered lamely and kept staring back in to those eyes. They stared at each other, smiling, until they noticed other people crossing the street. Their gaze broke finally and they began walking, side by side.
When Dean realized the man was indeed walking in the same direction as him he decided to restart the conversation.
"So, a rough night?" he grinned at the man.
"You could say that, yeah" the man smiled back, raising his eyebrows and staring at the sky like he was remembering something fun. It made Dean feel a little jealous. "How about you? It looks like you had a few rounds last night," he continued.
Dean couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped his lips. The man just smiled knowingly at him. "Yeah, yeah I did."
"Cas," the man said as they kept walking, still in the same direction. "Huh?" Dean frowned dumbly. "Cas, it's my name. Yours?" he said in that deep voice of his, this time offering his hand for a shake, slowing his steps. Dean stared at the hand for a second before coming back from his thoughts. He blushed a bit before extending his own, "Dean" he offered, "I'm Dean, it's nice to meet you." Cas just smiled and turned his head back to stare in to the distance. God, he was adorable.
"You do stare a lot" Cas said out of nowhere, startling Dean.
"Only when there's something pretty to stare at," Dean shot back with a wink in that charming way of his (or so he's told). It was only when Cas huffed a laugh that Dean realized how straight-forward he had just been. Usually he has to drink at least a few beers before flirting this openly with anyone. But it was like he couldn't help himself, he was fascinated with the darkbrown haired, blue eyed, beautiful man walking next to him. So sue him, he was doing this, there was no turning back now.
Cas had turned to look at him, a wide smile on his full lips. "You're not that bad yourself," he said confidently, "if I may say."
"So, who was the lucky... guy? Girl?" Dean asked, preparing to get a nasty look and a 'fuck off' but Cas just grinned and stared at the ground for a while before speaking again. "A guy, he was definitely a guy," he started and Dean blushed at the innuendo. "I met him at my brother's office party actually. I was just there as a weird plus-one but I can't complain, I did have a good time. How about you?"
"A guy, too. Met at a bar. Bartender. You know how these things go," Dean said sheepishly.
"You do these kinds of things a lot?" Cas asked, sounding curious more than judging. After all he was doing the walk of shame, too.
"No! I mean... sometimes, definitely not often. A dude needs a good fuck now and then" he answered truthfully, waiting for Cas' answer.
"I know what you mean, yeah. But don't you think it would be nice to have someone? Not having to seek sex everytime you need it" Cas finally mumbled. It took Dean by surprise. "Yea - yeah, I guess so. Haven't just found someone to handle all this awesomeness yet" he grinned, gesturing his body. Cas followed his waving hands without embarrasment, staring at Dean from head to toe. "Well, you are extremely hot."
Woah, well that was unexpected.
"Thanks, man" he ruffled his hair. "I think you're hot as fuck, too."
"Good. So, you a top or bottom?" Cas asked casually and Dean choked on his own spit. "What?" he managed finally after coughing nothing.
"Top - or - bottom?" Cas spelled it out for him, blue eyes shining with amusement.
"Dude, you can't just ask that! And here I thought I was the forward one, jeez" Dean whispered, suddenly aware of the all people passing them by on the streets.
Cas tilted his head in question (and that was literally the cutest thing Dean had ever seen). "Why?"
"Why?"
"Yeah, why can't I ask that?" Cas said with a frown. He was serious. "I thought you were flirting with me."
"Yeah, I'm flirting with you! But that's not exactly subtle, man, asking if I top or bottom" Dean whispered, cheeks pink.
"Oh, okay."
"Yeah, okay."
There was an awkward silence as they kept walking. Where did this guy live? He hadn't seen him ever before but they definitely lived near each other, at least that's what it seemed. By now they had walked together several blocks. Dean had no idea what he should say. They were getting close to his and his brother's apartment so he didn't have a lot of time to do something. Cas definitely seemed interested but he was a bit weird. But so? He was hot, so maybe he could ignore it. He took another look at the man's profile. And yes, he could absolutely ignore it.
"Both" he said quietly after he had took a quick look behind him to make sure no one was there. Cas gave him a curious look and a nod. And that was it. What the fuck? The silence continued for awhile until Dean couldn't take it anymore.
"Okay, both! How about you?"
"You can't just ask that, we just met" Cas said, his face blank but Dean could see a hint of a smile on the corner of his lips. Dean laughed. And then laughed some more, throwing his head back. Soon Cas joined his laughter with a deep rumble. His smile was beautiful, gums showing and corners of his eyes wrinkling. Dean was smitten.
That was when he noticed they had reached his apartment. He slowed his steps and noticed Cas mirrored him, soon they both stopped and stared at each other once again, still smiling softly.
"So, this is me" Dean said finally, shifting his feet and kicking the pavement. Cas took a look at the apartment and gave a slow nod.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Cas asked and tried not to laugh when Dean shot him a shocked look.
"Well, yeah, I mean I want to - but my brother's home and I smell and I really need to shower and I think that-"
"It's alright," Cas stopped his mumbling with a soft smile, "I think I still have some cum in my ass, too."
"Dude, you did not just say that"
"I'm just kidding, I'm definitely a top. Or at least yesterday I was" Cas grinned and gave a wink before turning on his heels and started to walk away, in the direction where they came from just minutes ago. Dean was speechless. What should he do? He did a quick decision and started running to catch up to him, grabbing him by his arm and turning him around. Cas raised his eyebrow and waited Dean to say something, like he knew he would run after him.
"Man. You're weird." Dean started, yeah, not his best line.
"Why thank you" Cas said and gave a little bow, complete with the graceful hand gesture.
"My point exactly," Dean rolled his eyes but couldn't stop smiling, "but you're also fucking hot. Weird, but hot. So... I was just wondering if you'd like to see me sometime when I'm not all gross and sweaty and hangover?"
"That was the best way to ask someone on a date," Cas smiled, "that was an invitation for a date, wasn't it?"
"Yes, yes it was"
"Well, then yes."
"Yeah?" Dean asked, other side of his lips tugging up.
"I'll see you tomorrow at this corner at around... two? Yes, two would be great for me" Cas said casually and was about to turn and leave again before Dean stopped him.
"Wouldn't it be easier to exchange numbers or something?" Dean asked, still amazed by Cas'... everything.
"I don't have a pen to write my number and neither do you, judging from the huge holes on your jeans pockets, correct?" Dean just nodded before Cas continued calmly, "So if you don't have an extremely well memory this is the best way to meet me. So suck up and take your shower, you do need it, and then meet me here tomorrow at two o'clock. Deal?"
Dean was dumbstruck. Again.
"Okay?"
"Okay," Cas confirmed and started to walk away. Dean stared at his ass as he walked and just then he noticed Cas wasn't wearing shoes.
What has he gotten himself in to?