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“Why is it that we go out after practice, every time, when we have a game the next day? Does anyone else think that’s a bad idea?” Garth asked.
“Probably.” Dean shrugged, taking a sip of beer.
Benny, sitting next to Dean in their booth, threw a wadded up napkin and hit Garth in the nose which made Dean laugh.
“Forget if it’s a bad idea, it’s a special night for Dean,” Victor pointed out, raising his glass of beer in cheers.
“How could I forget? He’s trying to get laid for the third night in a row,” Benny rolled his eyes and jokingly held up his own beer.
“You’re just jealous you couldn’t get laid the past two nights,” Dean laughed, “And you won’t tonight.”
Benny scoffed and continued his banter with Victor and Garth. Dean finished his beer and gave the bar another glance. It wasn’t very late, only ten, but the place was crowded with plenty of good-looking people. Another table in the bar had more of their teammates from the Kansas City Bullets.
Dean was bi, and a select few guys on the team knew it, but there was no way he would sleep with a teammate. He didn't want to pick up a guy around the team either, that was just begging for a mess. His eyes skipped over a table of women because while beautiful, were obviously not looking for a one stand night. It was clearly a girl’s night out that Dean knew from experience would most likely end in rejection.
Dean’s eye caught on a beautiful blonde at the bar who he missed before so she couldn’t have been there long. Surprisingly, no one was next to her on either side to heckle her and offer to buy her a drink so Dean figured he’d try his luck.
“Later boys, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Dean winked and left the table without a backwards glance.
“Whiskey, make it a double,” Dean said as he stepped up to the bar. The bartender nodded and got to it. He looked at the woman he was after. “Mind if I sit?”
“Go right ahead,” she smiled. Her teeth were straight and unbelievably bright. Dean wouldn’t be surprised if she said she did toothpaste commercials.
“Name’s Dean,” Dean smiled back and sat down. “Can I buy you a drink?”
Their conversation was going well, very well in fact, with the usual banter and small talk. There was occasional flirting and arm touching too and it looked good for Dean’s third night in a row.
Dean was on his third drink, she on her fourth, when a group of five guys strolled into the bar. He wouldn’t have noticed but they were loud so he turned to look at them. They somehow seemed familiar but he couldn’t place where he knew them from, if at all. Figuring it was nothing, Dean went back to talking to the woman.
They continued to talk and Dean was about to ask if she wanted to get out of there when one of the guys came up and interrupted.
“Hey pretty lady, can I buy you a drink?”
“I have one, thanks,” she tried to brush him off and turned back to face Dean.
“Oh, come on, don’t be like that. I just want to buy you a drink,” he tried again.
“Listen buddy, she said no. Back off,” Dean said, warning clear in his voice.
“What are you going to do about it?” he said, stepping into Dean’s space. As a hockey player, he could throw down but he really didn’t want to. He would much rather take the woman next to him back to his hotel.
Dean was going to tell the guy to get lost again when one of the other men in the group came over. He was, oddly enough, in a trench coat and had unruly dark brown hair. Despite the fashion sense, the guy was attractive and Dean’s eyes moved to him instead of the threatening guy in front of him.
“That’s enough, Bartholomew,” the newcomer said. Bartholomew was about to protest but a stern look from the second guy and he sulked off. Dean raised his eyebrows, impressed, and eyed the guy up and down.
“Wow,” Dean acknowledged, “Thanks for helping with your friend there. I didn’t want to cause a scene.”
“Fight, you mean,” the guy looked at Dean with an intense blue-eyed gaze.
“Not if I could help it. I don’t generally get in bar fights,” Dean responded.
“Bartholomew usually doesn’t either.”
“Rough day at the office?” Dean guessed. He hadn’t meant to sound flirtatious but he could hear the blonde get up behind him, loudly scoff and make a big show of leaving.
“You could say that. Sorry about…”
“That’s okay,” Dean said, his eyes not leaving this bizarre but intriguing guy and forgetting the chick immediately. “You want to sit?”
The guy looked back at his group, none of whom paid him any attention. Dean was hoping he’d say yes, since his original choice was out of there. He wasn’t about to go back to his friends and say he struck out.
“Yes, I’d like that.”
“I’m Dean.”
“Castiel.”
“Castiel,” Dean repeated, thinking hard, “That sounds familiar.”
“I don’t see how. We don’t know each other,” Castiel observed. Something in his eyes led Dean to believe he hid something.
“We do now.” Dean grinned. The whiskey made him stop trying to remember where and why he had definitely heard that name before and why the guys he came in with looked so familiar, too.
Dean started over with the small talk. Castiel explained, very vaguely, that he had stress at work and that tomorrow was a big day.
“Like a big deal going down or client or something?” Dean asked, drinking more whiskey.
The trenchcoat, along with a suit and tie, made Castiel seem like a businessman. He had bought Castiel a whiskey as well, despite him protesting that he didn’t normally drink.
“Something like that,” Castiel sighed, finishing his second whiskey.
“Sounds like you need more,” Dean said, signaling for the bartender to bring a couple more.
“I don’t…”
“Listen, Cas…it’s my treat, okay?” Dean said, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder. It was more firm and muscular than he thought it would be. Must work out after being in the office all day, Dean figured.
“Cas?” Castiel asked with a wrinkled nose.
“Sorry, my bad…”
“No,” Cas smiled for the first time since sitting down, “I like it.”
“You’re fit for a tax accountant,” Dean joked, giving his shoulder a small squeeze before letting go, making Cas laugh. Cas hadn’t said exactly what he did for a living so Dean just guessed based on his clothing.
The two continued to drink and laugh more and more until these whiskeys were gone, too. Cas was a little awkward but loosened up more the more he drank.
Dean tried to signal the bartender again, definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. He had an obviously stronger tolerance than Cas but they were both solidly drunk. The bartender shook her head.
“Okay, Cas,” Dean said, looking right into Cas’s magnificent blue eyes. “We’ve been cut off. So, I’m going home.”
Cas’s face fell a little.
“Would you like to come with me?”
Cas smiled and nodded.
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They left the bar without a word to the people they came with. Dean, in a drunken state, didn't even care who saw him leave with a guy. It was a struggle to get a cab and for Dean to get the address of his hotel out correctly and then to pay when they arrived. He overtipped by a handsome amount but didn’t care because he had money to spare.
Dean grabbed Cas’s hand and pulled him out of the cab and inside the hotel.
“This is a very nice building, Dean,” Cas admired. “But why are you in a hotel?”
“I don’t live in Chicago, I’m from Kansas,” Dean said, taking Cas’s hand again to guide him to the elevator. “I’m here for work.”
Cas nodded, and Dean felt satisfaction that he could be just as vague as Cas was being about work. Dean took pride in being able to get in peoples’ pants without mentioning he was a famous athlete.
The two stepped into the elevator. Dean looked at Cas and down to his lips but didn’t get a chance to do anything else before Cas brought their lips together. Cas’s lips were as soft as he had hoped they would be when he first walked up at the bar.
Cas backed them up so Dean’s back was against the wall of the elevator. They had just started using tongue when they stopped moving and the doors opened. Cas dragged Dean out of the elevator.
“What room?” Cas asked impatiently. Cas was much more assertive than in the bar where he had seemed slightly shy and Dean didn’t mind one bit.
Dean led them there quickly and Cas slammed the door shut just by pushing Dean against it once they got in. This kiss was a lot more frantic and searching and Dean gave Cas everything he looked for.
Cas kissed Dean’s neck making Dean moan and started working his shirt off over his head. Dean got to work too, pushing the trench coat to the floor, followed by his suit jacket. Guiding them further into the room, Dean started undoing the buttons of Cas’s shirt and got his tie off. The kissing and wandering hands continued until Cas’s legs hit the bed.
He sat down took off his shoes and socks slowly, watching Dean do the same. Both were shirtless and breathing hard. Cas pulled Dean towards him by the belt in his jeans and started to undo it.
“Cas…” Dean breathed, getting harder.
“Dean,” Cas said, looking up at him as he pulled the belt out of the jeans and worked the pants down and away. Dean moved Cas back onto the bed and crawled on top of him. He kissed his lips, then his neck leaving marks and bruises, before slowly kissing down his chest and stomach. Dean made quick work of the belt buckle and pants so they were both in their boxers.
“You okay?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I just… I usually don’t go home with handsome strangers I meet in a bar,” Cas confessed. “Ever, actually.”
“Handsome, huh?” Dean grinned before kissing Cas's thigh. “Nothing says this just has to be for tonight, Cas.”
“No, but…”
“But nothing. We’ll have a good time and then see where we’re at tomorrow, okay? Maybe talk over breakfast.”
"And you're not too drunk?" Cas asked.
"I'm good and I'm into this if you are," Dean answered.
Cas nodded and smiled a little, clearly more comfortable. Dean leaned back down and kissed Cas, getting more passionate and open mouthed as he went on. Dean gave a roll of his hips to move their erections together and Cas threw his head back and moaned loudly.
“Jesus, Cas. Make noises like that, I’m not gonna last,” Dean said, rolling his hips again.
Cas pulled off Dean’s boxers and his own before flipping them over to be on top. They took a moment to look and admire, slowly running their hands up and down each other’s chests. Cas’s hand travelled farther and gently wrapped around Dean’s dick. After a few slow pumps up and down to make Dean moan and fall apart bit by bit, Cas asked if he had lube and condoms.
“Table…top dr…drawer,” Dean managed. Thankfully, Cas’s hand stopped which was only good because Dean was dangerously close already. Something about this guy made Dean’s head spin.
Cas squirted lube into one hand to work Dean open. He was thorough but quick and Dean was ready for him, ready to be filled.
“Come on, Cas,” Dean begged, “fuck me.”
Being the bottom was still pretty new for Dean but he liked it more than he thought he ever would. Also, Cas being in control like he had been when his buddy was being creepy in the bar earlier? It was hot.
Cas was eager to fuck Dean and did so after more lube, a condom, and a quick snap of his hips.
“Cas,” Dean groaned loudly.
Cas moved in and out, building a rhythm. Dean had his legs up around Cas’s waist, ankles locked behind him. Cas leaned down to kiss Dean before sucking and biting his neck, not slowing down his thrusts one bit.
“Cas…fuck, I’m close,” Dean said, barely loud enough for Cas to hear. They had their hands on each other’s hips until Cas told Dean what to do.
“Touch yourself, Dean,” Cas said, in a deep and commanding voice. With that voice and Cas’s thrusts hitting his spot every time, after only a few strokes he was coming and practically yelling Cas’s name. A few more thrusts and Cas was right behind him. Dean watched him groan and could feel him come inside him. A couple more thrusts to come back down and he pulled out before lying down next to Dean.
“Holy shit,” Dean said, still breathing hard. His brain was mush at that moment anyways but he couldn’t think of a better orgasm he had had, ever. He wanted to do it again, make it last longer, but he could feel the post-orgasm haze mixed with the whiskey pulling him down into sleep.
“That good?” Cas smiled. Dean nodded.
Cas threw the condom out before he got a towel from the bathroom to clean off Dean’s chest. He kissed over the marks on Dean’s neck as he cleaned him which was more intimate than he was used to but he surprisingly didn’t mind. Cas made Dean want to stay, which was also new.
They fell asleep tangled together.
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Dean woke up when his phone wouldn’t stop ringing from his jeans on the floor. He got up and answered, quickly closing himself in the bathroom to not wake Cas.
“Benny, hey, calling to congratulate me?” Dean said with his usual cocky attitude.
“Please tell me you went home with that blonde chick and not the guy in the trench coat,” Benny said. Dean was confused why it would matter.
“Hey, the coat wasn’t creepy…” Dean tried to defend Cas.
“It’s not that. Do you know who that is, who he was with?”
Dean remembered feeling like he should know them but just forgot to care.
“No, should I?” Dean asked, scared of the answer.
“That was the new center for the Angels. Those guys were his teammates!” Benny said, almost yelling into the phone. “We’re playing them tonight, remember? That’s why we’re in town!”
Oh, shit, Dean thought. That made sense, he remembered seeing on TV that the Angels had a new center a few days ago and had noted the weird name. Castiel Novak.
“Oh, shit,” Dean said out loud. His damn alcohol-sloshed brain was no use yesterday helping him remember that.
He quickly said goodbye to Benny before he grabbed his clothes and got dressed. He spared Cas a glance as he stood in the doorway. He was good looking and looked peaceful as he slept. Dean knew he would regret this but besides not sleeping with teammates, he didn’t sleep with other players in the league. Again, it would be too messy. He didn’t want to take crap from anyone, including other players and the media.
Dean sighed and left the room.