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Dean opens the door to his porch; the September morning air still cool even as the sun makes its way up over the horizon. He sets his cup of coffee on the side table as he sits himself down on the plush porch swing. He pulls the blanket over and shakes it slightly before laying it over himself and grabbing his mug. The first sips of coffee warm him up from the inside as he relaxes further into the swing. He looks at his watch, the dial confirming there’s about five minutes left. It’s a routine they’ve had for the last six months. Dean sits on his porch swing sipping coffee and the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen goes running by almost exactly at seven o’clock every morning. They’ve never spoken, just the occasional nod or wave. He figures the guy must live somewhere close by but has never manned up enough to ask, let alone find anything else out about him.
He’s about halfway through his coffee when he sees the sweaty mop of brunet hair out of the corner of his eye. He keeps his eyes trained on the guy as he makes his way past. The man, or Sex God, as Dean’s mind has come to refer to him, turns his head towards Dean and gives him a smile and a little wave as he continues on his run. Dean returns the smile and waves as he watches until the guy is out of sight. One of these days, he’s going to be brave enough to ask the guy out.
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School was never Dean’s forte growing up, and as an adult, it hasn’t gotten much better. He received average marks during his first two years at college, even with all the partying he did. That is until he got the call his parents were killed when his dad swerved to miss a deer on the freeway and careened off the side and down a ravine. The grief of losing both his mom and dad coupled with becoming a full-time parent to his little brother overnight made it impossible for him to continue with his schoolwork and ultimately, Dean had to withdraw from his classes. For the last six years, he’s been working two and three jobs to keep food on the table and put his brother through school. Now that his brother has graduated and is starting his own life, he’s decided to give college another try.
Unfortunately, his work schedules at the auto shop and appliance repair store don’t allow him to attend classes during the day, so his only options are evening or online classes. Since none of the classes he needs to take are offered in the evening, he opts for the online segments. He’s never taken an online class before but figures how hard can it be?
Apparently, very.
He attempts to log in but finds he’s missing some drivers, downloads, and other needed components, so he spends the time to get those completed. Once he’s finally able to get the screen and other peripherals attached, he logs in to the campus website.
If ever there was a labyrinth, it’s this school’s website. He selects the dropdown from the top left and selects Classes, but instead of it taking him to the class portal, it takes him to the admissions page with the list of classes the school offers. He spends a good 15 minutes or so scrolling and clicking until he finds the small hyperlink titled “Access” (yeah, because THAT’S obvious) that takes him to his list of classes. He’s only taking one to start so he selects the course title, “Modern Business Models,” and is taken to the homepage for the course. There’s a section on the left titled “Course Material'' which has everything from the syllabus to the assignment list to the course expectations. Dean downloads the materials he’ll need then selects the link next to it that says “Classes.” The new page loads and there’s a link with today’s date on it.
Once he selects it, a new window pops up and the video player takes over the screen. There’s no video, just the blank avatar everyone is assigned until they select a profile picture with the name Professor Castiel Novak beneath it. The live class was recorded earlier while Dean was still at work, so he loads the file to see what he missed. The voice that starts out by introducing itself is deep and throaty with an authoritative edge to it. It’s extremely arousing, and Dean has to palm his budding erection as the professor continues with his introduction. He’s not sure how he’s going to get through the rest of the semester listening to a voice like that.
By the end of the class, Dean is almost completely hard. He barely managed to catch what was discussed - his mind wild with fantasies of that voice commanding him to do various things. Unable to take much more, he closes the laptop and takes a deep breath. His arousal is high, so he unzips his pants before taking himself in hand. As the voice replays in his mind, he closes his eyes and slowly starts to stroke the shaft, the friction sending a wave through his body. Wanting to have a face to go with the voice, his mind supplies a messy brunet mop with blazing blue eyes, sweaty from a long morning run. His pace quickens and the rapid friction crescendos his climax as he comes all over his hand and groin.
Breathing deep, he calms himself before grabbing a tissue to clean up the mess. If this is how aroused he is after only one class, it’s going to be a long semester.
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It’s been a week since Dean first heard that tantalizing voice. He’s managed to work his way through the assignment and submitted it before the Wednesday deadline. The assignment wasn’t difficult for him. They had to come up with a business they will “run” for the semester as well as structuring a business plan to follow throughout the course. Dean chose an auto shop since, if he had the funds, he’d want to start his own. He hopes this will be good practice for him someday.
It isn’t until Thursday evening when he logs on to the website to check his grade, he sees he has a message in his inbox from the professor.
Dean, here are my comments on your submitted assignment.
He clicks the link, and an audio file pops up and starts playing. The enticing voice reverberates through his body. The message starts off with "Hello Dean" and hearing his name in that sultry voice has his mind blue screening. It takes him a second to come back to himself and listen to the rest of the message.
"I like your plan to use an automotive shop as your business. Based on the information you provided in your initial business plan, I can see you have experience working in the industry. I think this will be a good business to use for the remainder of the term and look forward to what you come up with. I’ve posted your grade for the assignment on the portal. Please let me know if you have any questions."
Dean scrolls over to the Grades section and looks at the assignment. 10/10. Not bad for his first time back in over six years. He pats himself on the back then listens to the lesson from today. Professor Sultry Voice goes further into business plans and how certain ones are better suited for different types of businesses. The entire time Dean is listening, he’s half hard and has to scroll back and relisten to some sections when he realized he was daydreaming rather than paying attention.
By the end, Dean’s breathing is shallow, and he has to readjust himself. In order to take his mind off his growing arousal, he begins to work on his assignment. All he can think about is he can’t wait to get his next feedback.
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Thursday rolls around again and Dean makes his way onto the portal to check his grade and feedback. Just like last week, there’s an audio message waiting for him.
"Dean, I think you have a solid plan for the business. Your initial amount for the business loan was a little low, in my opinion. You may want to consider requesting an additional $10,000 to have for contingencies and other unplanned costs that may arise as the business starts up. Overall, I think your proposal to the bank would be seriously considered. The only real criticism I have is there were a couple of misspelled words. It looks like you didn’t go back and edit your paper after you wrote it. I’ve marked you down only a couple points but as we progress in the semester, I’ll be marking these errors down more diligently. The ones in question are in paragraph one, it looks like you meant to put hand but instead put hard, paragraph three had spit instead of what I assume was supposed to be spot, and in paragraph six you put wet but should be west. Let me know if you have any questions or if these were in fact not errors."
It takes Dean a second to realize his breathing has stopped and his mouth is agape at the sound of that voice saying words like hard and spit. The professor isn’t wrong. Dean was running behind on his paper and didn’t get a chance to read it over before he had to submit it. However, it isn’t long before a plan forms in his head.
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The following Thursday comes along and with it another audio message.
"Dean, I think your project timeline is a little rushed. You’re only allowing a month for tenant improvement on the building. Realistically, you would want to allow at least a couple months or more, especially since the previous tenant wasn’t an automotive repair shop. There will be a lot of construction that needs to happen to get it changed over. From my knowledge, the equipment you purchased and are having installed is in line with standard auto shops. Overall, this plan is coming together nicely. I’ve marked you down though as there were additional spelling errors on this week’s assignment. Please note, you used push instead of rush in paragraph two, seed instead of speed in paragraph three, thrust instead of trust in paragraph five, and tight instead of light in paragraph seven. Please be sure to edit your work after you finish and before you submit."
Dean is so proud of himself. He plays the audio back a few times listening to the deep gravel tone of the voice as it vocalizes the array of dirty words.
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The “errors” continue over the next few weeks. Professor Novak continues to chide Dean on his mistakes and correct them. It’s the last class before the final project is to be submitted. Dean looks at his inbox and sees the message from Professor Novak and immediately opens the audio link.
"Dean, your business proposal and plan have come together nicely. I think you are set up very well to finish the final portfolio for the course. Please make sure you have all requirements completed and uploaded before next Wednesday’s deadline.
"On a separate note, I would like to take a minute to speak to you about your spelling errors throughout the course. I went back through your papers to see if there were repeat words that were misspelled and figured out what you were doing. I don’t think I’m wrong in assuming you were making these errors on purpose. In case you were wondering, you’re not the first student who’s liked my voice. So as a special treat, I’m going to recap all of the incorrect words you’ve chosen throughout the semester."
Dean is in shock. He can’t believe he was so stupid to think he could get away with it. He continues to listen to the professor’s message.
"Hard. Spit. Wet. Push. Seed. Thrust. Tight. Moan. Flush. Cock. Suck. Lick. Swell. Slam. Hammer. Dick. I hope you enjoyed this little recap of your errors throughout the semester. I look forward to seeing your completed project."
Dean is so hard in his pants he could hammer nails right now. He forgoes working on his final project for the night and takes his thoughts with him to bed.
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It’s Thursday morning and Dean knows today is going to go extremely slow as he waits to see what his final grade is. He sits out on the front porch and sips his coffee as the Adonis of a human comes running by. Dean brings his hand up in a wave. The guy returns the gesture as he passes quickly by. The audio from Professor Novak last week has been making Dean feel emboldened. He makes a deal with himself that if he gets an A on his final paper, he’s going to make it a point to talk to the hot runner guy.
As expected, his day is lingering as it feels like he’s fit multiple days into one before he’s able to go home and log in to the class. He opens his inbox and clicks the link.
"Dean, thank you for your apology for the errors in your notes. I found it amusing once I realized why you were doing them. I want to thank you for the effort you put into the final project. Your attention to detail was exquisite and you have a solid plan if you ever decide to open up your own business. I think you’ll be pleased with your final grade. I’ve enjoyed having you in my class and I hope I get you in one of my other classes. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if you have any questions or need anything."
Dean scrolls over to the Grades section and selects the final assignment. There in front of him is a bold “A”. His heart flutters and a wide smile covers his face.
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Friday morning rolls around and Dean chickens out on talking to the hot runner. As emboldened as he felt from his interactions with the professor, when it came down to it, his nerves got the better of him. He spends the day berating himself for being cowardly, so much so the guys at the shop start making comments about his lack of focus. He gets sent home early, no one at the shop wanting Dean, or themselves, to get hurt.
Once home, he spends the rest of the day going over potential scenarios of how he can approach his runner crush, adamant with himself that he won’t chicken out this time. Multiple scenarios come to mind but several aren’t feasible and one is absolutely ridiculous. He decides to just go for it and approach the guy.
Since tomorrow is the first day Dean’s had off from both his jobs in the last three weeks, he figures if everything with the runner guy tanks, he at least has the rest of the day to wallow in his own misery.
Unfortunately, his nerves are shot as he barely slept from the anticipation about his plan for the morning. He ends up getting up even earlier than usual and decides to make himself an extra strong cup of coffee. He brews additional cups and puts them in his travel mug before going out on the porch.
He’s almost done with the last of the extra brew when the guy comes into view.
It’s now or never, he thinks.
Dean quickly makes his way to the lawn and flags the guy down.
“Hey, um, sorry to interrupt your run, but figured it was about time we were properly introduced. My name’s Dean.” He says almost shyly.
Whatever Dean was expecting it was not to hear the familiar voice respond with, “Hello, Dean.”
His eyes go wide, and he stutters his astonishment. “Pr-professor N-novak?”
The guy looks at him bewildered, head slightly tilted, before replying with, “Yes? Do I know you?”
All Dean can do is laugh now. “Um, yeah. Dean… Winchester. I was the one purposefully putting dirty words in my papers so you would read them back to me in my reviews.”
He can’t believe he confessed it that way and mentally facepalms himself at the admission.
Luckily, Professor Novak just laughs. “Wow. Didn’t think I would ever meet you in person. I have to say, you’re not what I expected.”
“And what did you expect, Professor?”
“Please, call me Cas. And honestly, I half expected you to be some frat boy who did it for laughs.”
Dean chuckles to himself.
“No, um, your voice is actually pretty hot. I found myself looking forward to getting your messages.”
With that, Cas moves up into Dean’s space and leans his body towards him as he whispers into his ear, “It must have been really hard for you to listen to my messages. Maybe we can come to an agreement on how I can make it up to you.”
Dean’s head and body are buzzing. Hearing that voice in person is even more erotic than in the messages. He can feel his erection stiffen as his pants lose what little space they had.
“And h-how w-would you make it up to me?”
Cas stands back a hair to look at Dean in the face.
“You see that slate-colored house down the street?” Cas nods to the house in question. “Come by tonight at six and I’ll have dinner ready for you. Then, I can show you how I plan to make it up to you.”
Dean is dumbfounded and just nods mutely before responding with, “O-k-kay.”
With that, Cas raises his eyebrow and takes off running again.
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It’s just under 11 hours until his date with Cas, and all of Dean’s nervous energy begins to overwhelm his system, so he takes to doing tasks around the house. He starts by giving his car, Baby, an oil change then rotates and balances her tires before giving her a wash. As that only took a couple of hours to complete, he goes inside and starts cleaning his house. He vacuums the carpets, wipes down the counters, dusts the surfaces of tables and chairs, rearranges his kitchen cabinets, strips his bedding and washes it, does several more loads of laundry for the week, and remakes his bed. When he’s finished, he checks the time and sees he has just over an hour until his date. He takes an extra-long time in the shower, making sure to scrub every surface thoroughly.
As he dries off, he spends an inordinate amount of time primping and preening for his date. He foregoes shaving, opting to leave a light layer of scruff on his face. His hair is still slightly damp, so he rummages around his bathroom cabinet for the hair dryer his brother, Sam, left here for the times he spends the night on holidays. Dean runs some gel through his hair before turning on the dryer to style it. When it’s sufficiently in place, he returns the appliance to the cabinet hoping upon hope his brother won’t realize he’s used it and tease him relentlessly about it.
Dean figures the walk down to Cas’s house will take less than ten minutes so at 5:50, he starts his journey down the road.
As expected, he arrives at the house at 5:58 and stands outside the porch a couple of minutes before ringing the doorbell.
Cas opens the door and Dean’s mouth runs dry. Cas is wearing a gray button down, which he’s rolled the sleeves up past his elbows, and beige khaki shorts. The top hugs every curvature on his body and Dean admires every inch of darkened skin that’s exposed.
“Come on in, Dean. Would you like a beer? I have some El Sol chilled in the fridge.”
“Sounds great.”
Cas goes to the fridge and pulls out two bottles, opening them both and handing one to Dean. The two men each take a pull from their drink before Cas continues.
“I hope you like Italian. I made fettuccine Alfredo with baked chicken and garlic parmesan breadsticks. It should be done shortly. There’s also cheesecake for dessert.”
With all of his nerves this morning, it’s only now that Dean realizes he hasn’t eaten anything today. The food sounds divine, and his stomach gives a loud rumble at the thought.
Dean laughs before adding, “Clearly, that sounds good to my stomach.”
Cas gives a small laugh but the proud smile on his face stays for a while.
While they wait for the timer, Dean helps Cas set the small dining table to the side of the kitchen. They move around each other with ease like a well-rehearsed dance as they lay the plates and utensils.
When the timer chirps, Cas shoos him out, refusing his offer to help. Dean sits at the table and marvels as the fabric of Cas’s shirt stretches tautly across the defined muscles beneath as he bends down to pull the dish from the oven.
As Cas sets it on the trivet and removes the lid, the steam billows out and a wave of deliciousness wafts its way to Dean, who inhales deeply and moans his approval.
“Smells absolutely delicious.”
“Thank you.” Cas replies as he scoops a large spoonful onto Dean’s plate then his own. “Go ahead and dig in.” He adds before sitting down across from Dean.
Getting the go-ahead, Dean digs his fork into the steaming pasta and wraps it around it before blowing slightly to cool it down. The taste as it hits his tongue is otherworldly. Cas must have used some special spices in the dish because he’s never tasted pasta that is as flavorful as this is. The resulting moan has Cas staring back at Dean.
“If that moan is anywhere near as erotic as you say my voice is, I can see the appeal.”
Dean laughs and nearly chokes on his food.
“Damn it, Cas. Warn a guy before you crack a joke mid swallow.”
Dean’s eyes go wide as he realizes the entendre he said. He looks to Cas and apparently, Cas caught it too.
“My apologies. I’ll make sure to save any jokes for after you swallow.” He says with an amused and devilish look on his face.
The anticipation is aching inside Dean. He wants nothing more than to ditch the meal and let Cas have his way with him but decides to let the evening play out.
They spend the next 45 minutes talking about less sexually charged things like their taste in music, favorite restaurants, family, and eventually make their way to school. Dean gives Cas a brief version of his educational background then they sit there slowly picking at their desserts in silence.
“So, what made you decide to start messing up on purpose on your papers?”
There it is. The question is in the air and Dean feels like he’s been cornered into answering. He decides for honesty.
“I listened to the first class and yes, your voice is extremely sexy. But it wasn’t until that second feedback that I decided I needed to hear you say other sultry things. I originally just wrote the paper and changed a few words but after a couple, I purposefully wrote my paper so I could add words I wanted to hear you say. Didn’t think you would catch me out on it, though.”
Cas just chuckles to himself. “I almost wouldn’t have. It wasn’t until I saw you use ‘hammer’ that I started to put it together. The word and sentence seemed very out of place, and I reread the paper and realized the words you were getting wrong were all sexual in nature. I’ve had students proposition me to talk dirty to them before, but I think this is the most unique way someone has gotten me to do it for them.”
Dean gives a little cough in embarrassment. Instead of addressing his feelings, he stands from the table and grabs his plates and silverware and takes them to the sink. He places a few drops of dish soap onto the plate and starts scrubbing. Cas comes up beside him and places his own in the sink and gently takes the scrub brush from Dean and sets it down. Before Dean can even figure out what’s going on, he’s being manhandled against the nearest wall. Cas stands against him, groin to groin, lips nearly touching. He leans over and whispers in Dean’s ear.
“So, is it only my voice you’re attracted to, or would you like to take this to the bedroom?”
Dean leans his head back against the wall to get a better sight of the vision in front of him. Cas is everything Dean’s dreamed about: funny, smart, and wickedly sexy. He loudly gulps before trying to put on a cocky persona, one which he is feeling all but right now.
“I think I could be persuaded to accompany you to the bedroom.” He gives a lopsided, smug smile before he can feel Cas grabbing his hand and yanking him down the hall.
As soon as they cross the threshold, he’s thrown up against a wall again as Cas attacks his mouth with his own. He can still taste the sweet flavor of the cheesecake on Cas’s mouth as he sinks into the kiss.
Cas begins running his hands under Dean’s shirt, palming the skin, and Dean’s skin pimples in anticipation. The touch is electric, and he knows he’s already hooked and would give anything to feel his touch again and again.
Cas’s fingers shift and grab at the hem of Dean’s shirt as he attempts to lift it off of his torso.
Dean adjusts as his shirt goes flying off in the opposite direction of the room. Before he realizes what’s happening, he feels the button and zipper being undone on his pants as they go sliding down his legs. Before they’ve hit the floor, Dean has Cas plastered against him from head to toe, lips locked passionately. He feels the hardened erection of Cas grinding against his groin and he lets out a deep moan into the kiss.
Cas grabs onto his ass and manhandles him towards the bed.
Of all the times for Dean’s brain to supply unhelpful thoughts, this is definitely the worst. He breaks the kiss and puts a bit of distance between them.
He can see the worried look on Cas’s face, so he puts his hands up placatingly.
“Don’t get me wrong, Cas, I’m totally on board, but before we do anything, I gotta know. Are we breaking any school policies if we do this? I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”
Instead of answering, Cas just moves up against Dean and starts back on slowly kissing his jaw then behind his ear before whispering, “Do you think I would have invited you for dinner tonight if I thought it would put either of us in a position to violate school policy? Although, I am certain you would be worth the trouble.”
Cas continues to kiss along Dean’s jaw then locks their lips together before leaning back to whisper in his ear. “We’re good as long as you don’t take any of my classes in the future.”
Getting the green light that they’re allowed to do this lights a fire inside of Dean. He kisses Cas with a ferocity he’s never felt and lets the other man lead him back to the bed.
He falls back against it when his calves hit the bedpost. If he wasn’t already turned on, seeing Cas slowly undress and displaying miles of tanned, toned skin leaves him breathless and excited. As the other man slowly sheds his boxer briefs, Dean marvels at the package before him. Long, fat, and cut, with a nicely trimmed patch above it - just the way Dean likes it.
He lifts his back from the bed and slides his own boxers off as he settles himself up further near the pillows.
Cas crawls up onto the bed and knee-walks until he’s straddled over Dean.
“Do you have a preference?” is all he says to Dean.
“Normally, no. But tonight, I’d definitely like to feel that inside me.” He says as he regards the length in front of him. There’s a large drop of precum at the tip and Dean uses his thumb to wipe it up and slowly runs it over his tongue, hoping it entices Cas. Clearly, it works as Cas lets out a resounding moan. Dean swaps their positions as he hovers over the other man. He leans down and places the flat of his tongue on the hardened length to wipe up the precum that’s collecting at the tip. The salty-bitter tang tastes good and he runs his tongue around the head before sucking it into his mouth. He can hear Cas gasp and feels fingers gripping tight in his hair urging him to continue.
A few minutes later, those same fingers pull him off and up until he’s eye to eye with Cas.
“Fuck, Dean. That mouth of yours had me so close.” Cas says as he pulls Dean into a filthy kiss.
They grind against each other, Dean lost in the feeling of Cas beneath him.
Never one for a lot of patience though, Dean breaks the kiss before asking simply, “Lube?”
Cas nods towards the nightstand and Dean leans over to rummage around the drawer.
Once acquired, he looks over to Cas. “Did you want to do the honors or should I?”
Cas grabs the lube from Dean’s hand and sets it to the side before taking Dean by the hips and positioning him on top of him.
Dean feels his cheeks spread apart then a dry finger rubbing over his hole. He looks down to see Cas looking back up at him, a reverent look on his face, watching Dean’s reactions. The touch feels good, but it’s gone too quickly and replaced by the sound of a lid clicking open. The familiar squirting sound seems to echo in the room as Dean feels the finger return to his taint. This time, it slides past the tight ring and Dean feels himself already wanting more.
Cas, for his part, takes the time to sufficiently stretch Dean, the air filled with wet slurping sounds and Dean’s increasing moans.
He has four fingers in him and is loving the stretch. Cas purposely angles his fingers to hit that heavenly pleasure spot inside and Dean has to hold himself back from ending this all too soon.
Before long, that wonderful feeling of fullness is gone and Dean lets out a small, sad whimper at the loss. Cas tries to settle him before saying, “Would you like to ride my cock?”
Dean’s head goes blank and all he can do is nod fervently. Cas reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a condom before ripping it open and rolling it on. He slicks up his cock and angles it so the head is against Dean’s hole. Dean takes a deep breath in before slowly sliding his way down Cas’s thick cock. The stretch is magnificent, just enough that Dean knows he’ll feel this for a few days.
Once he’s sheathed on Cas’s cock, he stays there, hands on Cas’s chest, as he looks at the man. Cas is laying there, pupils well dilated, hair haphazardly going in every direction, a slight sheen of sweat glistening his body, looking back at Dean like he’s a work of art.
Another deep breath and Dean starts to slowly rock on Cas’s cock, both men letting out slow moans of pleasure. They match each other’s rhythm quickly and Cas brings his knees up for better resistance as he thrusts deep inside Dean. Dean responds with a litany of filth and gasps of Cas’s name.
“Fuck, Cas, I’m close.”
The response he gets to this is Cas rubbing his thumb over the head of Dean’s cock then spreading the slick precum over it. A few rubs of the shaft later and Dean spills all over Cas’s stomach and chest. He feels Cas thrust into him a few more times before the other man stills and he can feel the tremor of Cas’s cock emptying inside the condom.
Dean sits there propped up on Cas’s chest for a couple minutes trying to catch his breath before he slides off Cas’s softening cock. Cas grabs the condom and ties it off before slinging it towards the trash bin in the corner.
Dean sidles up next to Cas, his eyes trained on the ceiling, not sure if this is just a hook up and Cas is expecting him to leave soon or if he is welcome to stay the night. He hopes for the latter and a possible repeat performance because that was the best orgasm he’s had in a long time, maybe ever.
They both lay side by side for a while, breaths slowly returning to normal. Cas props himself on his side to look at Dean before breaking the silence first.
“Have to say, if I was grading that performance, you’d be getting top marks.”
Dean laughs and lightly shoves him in response before replying softly. “Dick.”
“Now who’s talking dirty? And I’ll have to try yours before I can give it an appropriate grade.” Cas smiles teasingly.
Dean shoves him again, but Cas pulls him into a lingering kiss. They lay there lazily making out for a long while, each touching and grabbing to learn the feel of the other’s body.
“So, should I expect to be graded on all of my performances?”
Cas kisses behind his ear. “No, you proved your competency tonight. Although, I would recommend a steady regimen to keep your proficiency up. Use it or lose it, so to speak.”
“That’s definitely an assignment I can get on board with.”