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Some 40-odd years ago, Castiel had been born into money. Both his mother and father had worked their whole lives and had together gathered a rather substantial fortune, and somewhere between all that working they had managed to find time to produce Castiel. Now, Castiel wouldn’t say he had had a bad childhood, but it hadn’t been very loving either. It was, rather sadly, safe to say that Castiel had more emotional attachment to his old nanny than he had to his parents, but he supposed that was to be expected when his sole purpose for being born had been to carry on the family fortune.
Now, as an adult, he had managed to cultivate the wealth left by his now late parents, and he’d created a small empire centered around various housing projects. He owned what you could call downtown, in the sense that most buildings in the city center were his, and he was responsible for several new apartments and business buildings that were being erected both within and outside the city.
Castiel Novak had, in short, become a business mogul when it came to creating living and working spaces, something he was sure was making his parents roll over in their graves.
But he didn’t care one iota about their opinion on him because, foremost, they were dead, and secondly because he would rather use his money to help people than to harm them and if he could build affordable complexes and still make money off them, then all the better.
Yes, Castiel was a haughty hotshot, but he also had a heart, and he was personally invested in every one of his projects and thrived when he got the opportunity to go on visits to the sites. He was rich, handsome, reasonably well-liked by his employees, had been named most eligible bachelor several years and had no problems getting himself a date whenever he wanted to.
And he was miserable.
“If he was so great, then why the fuck didn’t you get his contact info?” Castiel glared at his cousin until Gabriel made a face. “Sorry, why the fudge didn’t you get his number?”
“I don’t give a crap about language,” Castiel snapped, even though they were at work, and he had set a policy about language regarding the workplace environment. “Now get out of my office.”
Gabe was Castiel’s PR manager and an insufferable bastard. He was good at his job, which was the main reason he was still employed, but Castiel more often than not considered firing him for insubordination alone.
That wasn’t entirely true, of course, since Gabe was also closest to what Castiel would call a best friend and the only family left that Castiel actually liked, but still, he was intolerable when he was right.
Two weeks ago, Gabe and Castiel had gone out to a club downtown. That in itself wasn’t an unusual occurrence. They went out almost every week, sometimes more, sometimes alone just the two of them and sometimes with dates or potential clients they were trying to butter up. But two weeks ago, Castiel had met Dean, the single best fuck Castiel had ever had.
He’d been enthralled when he’d seen the man riding a mechanical bull in the bar, then he’d taken him home, fucked him hard, made him breakfast in the morning, and then Dean had left Castiel’s life, happy and satiated. And Castiel had thought that had been the end of it because, honestly, Castiel didn’t have serious relationships.
Except Dean had been… He’d been marvelous, in every way.
Dean was clearly of the working class, rough around the edges and with a coarse humor. Big and strong, he had calloused hands and a dazzling smile, a born charmer who’d been impressed by Castiel’s wealth but who hadn’t let that get to his head. In the end he’d been more interested in the content of Castiel’s pants than his wallet. And good Lord, the way Dean had looked when Castiel fucked him…
Castiel wasn’t really surprised he couldn’t get Dean out of his head. Confused? Yes, a little because this hadn’t happened to him before, but not truly surprised when he thought about it. Not with the way Dean had responded to him, challenged him, and then willingly yielded to him. God but it had been spectacular.
But other than having some glorious jerk offs he didn’t dwell much on the fact that he’d let Dean slip through his fingers. He only knew the man by his name anyway and so there wasn’t much help thinking about what could have been when he couldn’t do anything about it anyway.
But apparently, his cousin had picked up on Castiel thinking about Dean even when he wasn’t, and that annoyed Castiel to no end. He would be damned if he let his love life interfere with his work, after all.
“Why don’t you just go back to the club?”
Castiel looked up, annoyed to still see his cousin on the couch in his office.
“Why would I?”
“Why wouldn’t you?” Gabe retaliated as if that was even a real argument. He rolled his eyes when Castiel only glared again. “Come on, you’re obvious hung up on the guy, and—”
“Excuse you,” Castiel interrupted, holding up a hand. “I’m not hung up on anyone.”
“Okay,” Gabe said slowly, as if talking to someone who was hard of hearing. Or stupid. “Then go back to the club and pick someone else up and prove that to me. And yourself.”
Castiel shouldn’t have to prove anything to anyone. He was the CEO of a multi-million dollar industry. But there was something in Gabe’s knowing gaze that made Castiel feel small and petty.
“Fine,” he sniffed. “Maybe I will, if only to shut you up.”
Gabe snorted and finally got off the couch. “Yeah, good luck with that.” He walked over to the door but to Castiel’s consternation, he stopped with his hand on the door handle. “And good luck trying to find someone who can fuck you stupid twice. That’s a once in a lifetime thing, Cassie.”
Castiel snorted so hard his sinuses hurt because that was awfully close to some kind of soulmate bullshit, and he wasn’t interested in that. Though he reluctantly admitted that he would rather fuck Dean’s delectable ass again than anyone else, which of course only made him more determined to find someone else.
*****
Castiel didn’t find someone else. Oh, he found someone, and he took her home and fucked her good and they both had a nice time. Physically. But all night long, Castiel was disappointed not to have run into Dean again. He spent much time berating himself for not getting Dean’s contact information — he didn’t even know his last name, for fuck’s sake — and all morning the next day avoiding Gabe’s knowing smirks, regretting all of his life choices.
His foul mood didn’t improve when the contractor they had hired for renovating their main office didn’t show up but instead seemed intent on trying to scam them. Now, Castiel’s company may not be the biggest in the business but if that contractor thought they were small enough that they couldn’t defend themselves, they had another thing coming.
“Who is in charge?” Castiel snapped when his secretary, Samandriel, brought the issue to his desk.
“It’s…” Samandriel scrolled on his tablet. “Mr. Adler.”
Castiel gritted his teeth. He should have known better than to give something so important to that old schmuck. Zachariah had already screwed up once, about ten years ago, when he’d still been working in the financial department, and Castiel would not soon forget something like that. And now this…
“Demote him to assistant cleaning crew manager and get Balthazar on this instead. We need those goddamn offices.”
They were an ever-evolving company, after all, and Castiel thrived in seeing his company expand so much that he wouldn’t mind having to listen to construction work for a while if it meant his main office would be able to house more employees. Call him old-fashioned but he liked the idea of one office per location and for the main one to be the biggest.
What he didn’t like was incompetence, and Zachariah had already been skating on very thin ice for the last ten years. That the construction company he had hired had turned out to be frauds would ultimately shine him in a bad light and Castiel suspected he knew that and that was why Samandriel was the one to deliver the news. Cowardice was another thing Castiel disliked.
He watched Samandriel go after they had finished with the rest of their morning briefing and caught himself staring at his secretary’s ass. Angry with himself, he snapped out of the trance, berating himself. If there was one thing Castiel was very hard on, it was workplace harassment, and he would be damned if he let his frustrations go out over his employees. Well, except for Zachariah, but in all fairness he had it coming.
Castiel tapped his pen against his notepad, deep in thought. Maybe he could try one last time to see if he could find Dean…
*****
The second attempt was just as abysmal as the first, even worse when Castiel considered that he’d gone home alone, bored out of his ass. Instead of a satisfying fuck, or even a lackluster one, he’d had to resort to masturbating, something he usually only did for regular stress-relief, and it had irked him to no end.
And of course images of Dean had appeared as Castiel started stroking his awakening cock through his dress pants. His plan had been to sit in front of his laptop and look at some general videos online. Go to Pornhub and click into some choice categories, perhaps. Or maybe even be daring and search for big muscly subs.
But as soon as that last thought struck, he’d been roped back into remembering Dean and he’d ended up on his bed. Of course, his housemaid had changed the sheets since he fucked Dean face down on them, but it was the memory that counted.
And good God, the memories. Dean riding him like he’d ridden that bull, face contorted in pleasure, powerful muscles working as he’d wrapped his bowed legs around Castiel. Neither of them had lasted long that first time and Castiel had regretted it, had, to be perfectly honest, feared that that would be it. But then they’d shared a shower, Dean had gotten down to his knees and blown Castiel until he was hard and rearing to go again and then they’d gone back out to the bed, still slightly damp, and Castiel had rimmed Dean before fucking him hard from behind.
The memories had made his hand fly over his dick, and he’d come hard all over himself not much later, the desire that coursed through him at first feeling sweet and alluring. But after his orgasm that same desire had turned to ash in his mouth, making him feel empty and irritated. It had felt as if the best sex of his life now robbed him of his stress relief and he’d vowed not to indulge anymore until he got a handle on his own emotions.
Unfortunately that meant that his normal stoic mood was hard-kept, and he ended up snapping at more than one of his subordinates.
It also made him distrustful, and though he knew Balthazar was far more competent in just about everything compared to Zachariah, Castiel insisted on sitting in on the first meeting with the new contractors they were hiring for their renovation. Castiel’s legal team was still working hard on suing the absolute pants off the last contractors and though Castiel didn’t have much doubt about their success, he would personally fire everyone involved if the failure was repeated. He hadn’t come this far by being soft and it had nothing to do with his suffering libido, no matter what Gabe snarked about.
“They have excellent reviews,” Balthazar was assuring Castiel as they waited in one of the conference rooms for the contractors’ representatives to arrive. They would have an initial meeting, detailing the plan and what would be expected, and then Castiel would personally be involved in the decision of whether they would hire them or go forth in looking for another company.
“That’s a start,” Castiel muttered, glancing at the clock. Ten to eleven. Would they be punctual or a little early? Castiel preferred the latter. If they were late he would turn them away at the door.
“Started out as a family company,” Balthazar continued, as if he was the one who was supposed to sell them to Castiel. “Grandfather and his brother, apparently. Now the son and his sons have taken over. Apparently, the younger son is also their lawyer.”
Sounded a bit too inbred for Castiel’s liking but it didn’t have to spell bad things. He himself had accepted his family’s money, after all.
“I sincerely hope they have more employees than that.” He said anyway, just to have something to say that would indicate he’d been listening and making mental notes. He cringed inwardly at his own words, though.
“Just shy of fifty,” Balthazar answered with a tone that suggested that was a good thing.
Not even fifty employees made Castiel suspicious about their capabilities to take on larger, longer projects and still keep the business afloat. But then he supposed he would have to see after he’d had a talk with them. First impressions were very important to Castiel, perhaps more so than merits.
“Who will be attending the meeting today?”
“The owner, John Winchester, and his sons Sam and Dean.”
A jolt went through Castiel at the mention of that name. Dean was a very common name so that in itself didn’t have to mean anything. But the Dean, Castiel’s little cowboy Dean, had also had a brother called Sam…
“Don’t mind Sam, he’s just being an overprotective little brother.” Dean had said as he’d followed Castiel out of that bar, over two weeks ago now.
“Sam is apparently the lawyer and Dean is the main supervisor, though he works onsite too,” Balthazar continued, clearly oblivious to the fact that Castiel had stopped listening. “And they’re—ah, that must be them.”
He got up from his seat, approaching the big glass doors that lead into the conference room. Outside, Samandriel was leading a party of three men and a second jolt, this one much hotter, sharper, went through Castiel at the sight of the man in the back.
He got to his feet too, dazed enough that he didn’t even notice that the Winchesters were five minutes early.
The men were shown into the room and Balthazar was talking, saying words of greeting no doubt, but Castiel couldn’t hear him. All of his attention was on Dean, memories of the man writhing for him, bucking into his touches, moaning his name, breathless and beautiful, assaulted him and he simply stood there, rooted to the spot.
“And this is our CEO, Castiel Novak.”
Balthazar’s voice cut into Castiel’s haze, and he snapped to attention, forcing himself to seem normal.
“The CEO?” the older of the three said, sounding impressed. “It’s an honor. John Winchester.” He shook Castiel’s hand, grip sure. “These are my sons. Sam, our lawyer, and Dean, our supervisor.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Castiel said politely, trying his damndest to keep a straight face, but as soon as his hand connected with Dean’s, the world seemed to stop.
There had never been a shadow of a doubt in Castiel’s mind that Dean would remember him but looking into the man’s green eyes it was clear that he, too, was remembering some choice memories. His eyes were big, his grip much tighter and stiffer than his brother’s or father’s, and their handshake lasted long enough that Samandriel threw Castiel a glance.
God but Castiel didn’t want to let go. He did, of course, because anything else would be inappropriate, but all he wanted was to shove Dean up against the glass walls and kiss him until next week. Throw him over the conference table, dismiss the rest of the Winchesters and his employees and ravish Dean until they were both satisfied. Have a short break to hydrate and then continue all until next morning.
He’d been in the business long enough that his poker face didn’t fail him, not for the people around him that didn’t know him, but if the thoughts whirring inside his jumbled mind didn’t stop soon his secretary would no doubt figure out that something was going on. And Dean already knew, Castiel could tell because the other man didn’t have even half the poker face Castiel had had at age twelve.
The others talked around them, Balthazar thanking them for coming in with such short notice, John thanking Balthazar in kind for giving them this great opportunity. Samandriel went about asking if anyone wanted beverages before the meeting started. Outside, someone walked by carrying a stack of papers and a laptop, looking rushed. The world, somehow, was still spinning, but Castiel couldn’t shake off that rooted feeling.
Dean’s tongue poked out to wet his lips, his eyes trained on Castiel and Castiel’s vision narrowed down to only this one man, the desire he felt for him coursing through him at an alarming speed. This was different from what he had experienced in the club, far more intense. Sure, then it had been intense too, and a little surprising, but Castiel had chalked that up to the excitement of something new.
But this… Now he knew what Dean had to offer and Castiel craved more like a man parched. His mind was sluggish with want and when Balthazar spoke up again, his words sounded garbled, as if Castiel was submerged in water, listening to someone speaking above the surface.
“Well then, shall we get started?” Balthazar was saying, indicating the conference table with a swipe of his hand. Castiel only then snapped somewhat out of his trance and noticed with a start that Samandriel had politely bowed out.
His secretary usually deferred to Castiel before he left the room, to ensure that the CEO was satisfied, but Castiel hadn’t even noticed Samandriel leaving, nor if he’d tried to get his boss’ attention. What a faux pas on Castiel’s part, how awkward Samandriel must have felt, and yet Castiel wasn’t even embarrassed.
More than that, something else welled up within Castiel, a surge of need unfamiliar to him, so much stronger than regular desire.
“Ah, I would just, um,” Dean threw Castiel a look, as if he expected help from him. Well, Castiel was struggling himself, the sound of Dean’s voice after so long like nectar to his ears. Everyone looked expectantly at Dean. “I just gotta hit the head.”
“Dean,” John hissed, low and mortified, as if his son’s need to use the facilities would impair their chances of landing this important client.
Well Castiel was man enough to admit that he would have been miffed if it had been any other circumstances, but then, when nature called, humans heeded that call and Castiel would never normally have denied anyone the need to relieve themselves. This was, however, of course different.
“I wouldn’t mind a bio break myself,” Castiel said smoothly, proud that his voice didn’t waver. “We will reconvene shortly. Come, Mr. Winchester, I will show you the way.”
“Thank you kindly,” Dean mumbled and followed obediently, none of the others arguing, not when the CEO spoke.
The feeling of Dean walking behind him made Castiel’s hair stand on end, and he covertly pulled his suit jacket closed, nervous the tightness of his pants would show.
Instead of the employee restroom, Castiel of course took Dean to his office, and as soon as the door was closed and locked, they rounded on each other. Dean looked flushed and wide-eyed, absolutely delicious, and Castiel felt the need for the man crawl up his throat, choking him.
“Please,” Dean mumbled and Castiel swayed forward on his feet, seconds away from pulling Dean into a heated kiss. “Don’t let this influence whether or not you hire us.”
Castiel stopped dead, body reeling from conflicting feelings.
“What?”
Dean breathed out harshly, looking to the side. “I mean, it’s not our company’s fault that I’m the kind of guy who sleeps around.”
Oh, so Dean thought Castiel would judge him for that? But how could he, when Castiel was guilty of the same charge? Unfortunately, that wasn’t the first thought that made its way from his brain to his mouth.
“Have you slept with a lot of other men since we did it?”
Dean turned back to scowl at him and Castiel’s inner fire flared hotly. So Castiel was possessive over his lovers, he had never apologized for that and wouldn’t start now, not when it came to Dean and the feeling was so much more intense. His fingers itched to touch Dean and he couldn’t help but take a half-step closer. Despite his angry glare, Dean moved as if to open himself up to an embrace or more, a move that wasn’t lost on Castiel.
“I’m not a slut.”
The bite to his tone thrilled Castiel. He remembered, vividly, how Dean had fought him in bed as well. But not for long, no that had just been a charade, a part he’d played to rile Castiel up, the way he’d smirked when Castiel took charge had been all too pleased. And God how he’d sounded when Castiel had started growling obscenities in his ear…
Castiel looked up to realize he’d gone much closer than intended, well into Dean’s personal space, as if drawn by a magnet. Dean was looking at him with hooded eyes that, despite his tone, didn’t look angry at all, not anymore.
“I would never call you that,” Castiel murmured.
“No?” Dean asked, voice husky. “Not even after how I cried for you?”
A shiver of pleasure went down Castiel’s spine, hands coming to land on the wall behind Dean. Good God, he’d backed Dean up against a wall in his eagerness, just like he’d wanted to do in the conference room. The thought that Dean might not dare push him off for fear of losing the contract hit him the second before Dean grabbed Castiel’s expensive suit jacket and jerked him closer the scant inch that separated them, smashing their lips together.
A surge of pleasure went through Castiel, and he groaned into the kiss, grabbing Dean just as desperately, grinding his body against the other man, reveling in the firmness under Dean’s clothes. Muscles honed from years of working manual labor felt wonderful to the touch, and the fact that Dean, stronger than Castiel, wanted to be held down made Castiel’s cock lurch in his pants.
Dean’s skin was on fire when Castiel moved one hand to push under the other man’s shirt, hot to the touch and making scorching pleasure spread throughout Castiel’s whole being. Moving expertly, sensually, against him, Dean got Castiel fully hard in no time at all.
The fact that they were in his office disappeared from his mind, his reasoning flying out the window as Dean’s clever tongue battled his. For weeks he’d wanted to feel this again. Long, lonely weeks, only broken by bored attempts at intimacy and sad, failed chances at reaching even half of the desire he felt now, insufficient masturbation the only relief to be had.
Castiel wasn’t used to this, wasn’t used to wanting someone or something this much without having the means of procuring it himself. And he was certainly not used to feeling this much. It made his mind swim, and it took him a moment to realize Dean was pushing, not pulling.
When he did, he reluctantly broke off the kiss, breathing deeply as he met Dean’s mesmerizing eyes.
“We shouldn’t,” Dean was saying, deliciously breathless as well. “Should we?”
The question of why the hell not? was at the tip of Castiel’s tongue, but then he realized what Dean was talking about.
It was a momentous effort, but he managed to step away. “No,” he said, voice much lower than normal. He cleared his throat, looking at Dean studying him with those hooded eyes again. “We probably shouldn’t. Not here, not now.”
Dean swallowed hard, leaned against the wall as if he needed the support. He was wonderfully hard as well, Castiel noticed with a perverted amount of pleasure.
“You sayin’ you wouldn’t mind another go? If we were back at the club or somethin’?”
Years of business meetings had taught Castiel the strategy of when to bring out the candor and when to tweak the truth. This, he knew immediately, was the time for honesty.
“I’m saying I went back to the club looking for you specifically.” He watched, a pleased smile playing at his lips, as Dean stared at him, unbelieving. “And it wasn’t because you’d forgotten something at my penthouse.”
Dean reached down to adjust his perky dick. “Damn,” he mumbled. “If I’d known…”
“I regretted not taking your number.”
“Yeah, I…” Dean looked down, looking adorably flustered. “I did too. Sammy’s been saying I’ve been a pain in the ass, and I guess,” he shrugged, looking up, bold, beautiful. “I wanted another go with you. Not just, uh, the sex but also the sex because fuck, man.”
Castiel’s mind blacked out for a moment, not coming online again until he was kissing Dean once more. Dean was moaning wantonly now, grinding shamelessly against Castiel, his hard dick practically begging to be sucked off while Castiel finger fucked Dean until he was loose enough. Come to think of it, didn’t Castiel have hand lotion in his desk drawer? Could that be used for—
He pulled away, backing several steps, hand over his mouth. “You’re like a drug I can’t quit,” he mumbled, making Dean suck in a deep breath.
He rubbed a hand over his face, still up against the wall. “Listen, we need this contract, but you and I can’t… that can’t be the reason why.”
“I’m not that kind of CEO.” Castiel said, perhaps harsher than necessary, or even intended, but Dean looked relieved to hear it. “I will hire your company on your merits, or not hire you on the same basis. But I think…” he harrumphed, trying to gather his wits. “You are correct, and we shouldn’t pursue this kind of relationship. At least not while you’re working here.”
He purposefully let that last part hang between them, insinuating but not confirming or denying anything. He was pleased to see Dean seemingly pick up on what he hinted at.
“Thank you,” he said, straightening and once again adjusting his dick. “Maybe we should, um, get back?”
The lilt at the end to form a question was adorable to Castiel. Dean, for all his swagger, seemed a considerate and vulnerable guy, and Castiel adored that combination. Of course, he’d noticed that the first time they had fucked as well, not to mention the day after as they’d talked over breakfast, and yes, it had excited him to no end then too. The way Dean had cried out from pleasure as he gave himself to Castiel’s expert ministrations had been exquisite, but he couldn’t help but feel intrigued by how much he’d enjoyed their quiet conversations as well.
“I think,” he said, turning so that his side faced Dean, pretending he needed to fix his cufflinks. “That you should return to the others first. No one will complain if the CEO is the last to arrive at a meeting,” he gave Dean a wry smile. “And I need a moment to collect myself anyway.”
Dean huffed out an impish grin. “And you don’t think I need to?” he chuckled when Castiel smiled more lecherously. “Go sit behind your desk and gimmie a minute.”
A thrill went through Castiel at being told what to do in his own office and he thought, as he went to his huge mahogany desk, that if they were in an actual relationship, Dean would definitely be in charge in almost every aspect. He looked at Dean with dark eyes. Except for in the bedroom. There, he would make the man cry for him, beg for release, and scream when Castiel so expertly delivered what he craved.
“That was a mistake,” Dean mumbled after a moment of extended eye contact. Or eye-fucking, as Gabe no doubt would have put it. “You look even hotter behind that thing, what the fuck?”
“It’s because I’m looking at you.” Castiel rumbled, his cock nowhere close to calming down.
The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, but he didn’t regret them, not when Dean squirmed so wonderfully on the spot.
“This isn’t working, I gotta leave.” He muttered and turned to open the door. “Don’t be too long.”
“I’m the boss, I’ll be as long as I want.”
Dean shuddered. “That’s fucking hot.”
He slipped out of Castiel’s office the next moment and Castiel breathed out slowly, leaning back in his seat. That Dean got off on being manhandled he already knew, but that he also seemed to enjoy power play was a delightful addition. But Dean was right, and that fact shouldn’t influence Castiel’s opinion or handling of Dean’s family company.
They should be hired or not because of their past accomplishments and reviews and Castiel had been truthful when he’d told Dean that that was how he normally handled situations like this. Castiel hadn’t come this far by being a dishonest idiot that let his cock make decisions for him, after all.
And while all that was perfectly true, Castiel of course hired Dean’s company because of Dean, and he wasn’t even ashamed of that fact. Balthazar had looked them up anyway, and he’d done a damn good job too, considering he knew it was his name and position on the line if he repeated Zachariah’s mistake.
Now all Castiel would have to do was figure out how in the hell he would manage not to sexually harass Dean for the weeks he would be renovating the new office spaces.