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Dean is broke. No, wait, Dean was broke several overdrafts ago. Dean is fucked.
Or, rather, he's about to be.
See, when Dean realized he was up shit creek without a paddle, he went looking for quick ways to make a buck. He found nothing, so he logged on to his favorite porn site to help him escape reality and relax a little. This is actually where Dean found his salvation.
The first thing he saw when he logged into the site was a banner ad for the porn equivalent of a casting call in Kansas City.
Dumb, horny, and desperate, he clicked on the ad. All roads lead back to porn in the end, right?
That's why he's here, outside of a nondescript brick building in the West Bottoms of KCMO, looking for some guy named Garth. Dean parks in the free, minuscule lot he was told about over the phone, then hops out of the Impala to walk around the building he's pretty sure he's supposed to be in. He tamps down his nerves and talks himself out of turning around and leaving as he rounds the first corner.
Standing in the middle of the sidewalk near the center of the building is a tall, lanky man wearing a cowboy hat and an honest-to-god fringe jacket. With one hand, the man is scrolling on the phone, and with the other, he is absentmindedly puffing on a cigarette. Dean's footsteps must alert the man to his presence, because he looks up from his phone. A big, goofy smile spreads across his face as he scans Dean up and down.
“Howdy, Dean!” The man says around a cloud of smoke.
“Hi, uh, Garth?” Dean feels stupid as soon as he asks. Who the hell else would know his name out here?
“The one and only!” Garth says jovially as he snubs out his cigarette and drops the butt in the little cone-shaped receptacle by the door. He turns, inputs a code into a silver numerical pad, then opens the nondescript metal door. He holds it open for Dean. “After you.”
Dean takes a deep breath and speed walks over to Garth before he slips inside the open door. The cigarette scent follows Garth inside, but the lobby is cleaner than he thought it would be. It kinda reminds Dean of his dentist’s office. The walls are a soothing taupe, the three waiting chairs look new, and the desk is shiny, unblemished wood. Up on the wall, above the desk, are tall metal cut-outs that read: “Straight2Gay🩶”
Dean has never had sex with a man, but he has definitely thought about it. A lot. He’s attracted to men as often as he is attracted to women, but he always wusses out when it comes time to do anything about that attraction. He KNOWS it’s okay - his best friend is a lesbian - it’s just hard to ignore the near-deafening voices of Macho Masculinity that start up every time he acts “too gay.” He doesn’t exactly have a choice anymore. Bills are piling up.
There’s really no losing with this new opportunity: he gets to touch another dude's dick for the first time and get paid FAT stacks to do it. When he went poking around the internet, he learned that gay sex often pays waaay better than the straight stuff.
He also learned that porn shoots aren’t often all that sexy. There’s a lot of stopping and starting to get the right shot, bathroom needs, and, uh, fluff breaks. Not to mention that sets are often hot and stuffy because air conditioners or fans can be too loud on the audio track, and people or props can straight-up smell bad. Okay, maybe there are ways to lose in this scenario... Fuck.
Garth walks behind the desk and wakes up the computer with a mouse jiggle. “Did you find the place okay?” He asks as he sits down and starts typing something.
“Uh, yeah, right where you said it would be.” Dean leans against the desk and anxiously taps his fingers on the surface. What the fuck is he doing?
“Looks like we got the negative test results on file, thanks for getting it done so fast!”
“Testing site is right around the corner from my day job.” Dean doesn't know why he said that. It’s true, it’s just two blocks away from The Roadhouse, but Garth didn’t need to know that.
“Lucky you!” Garth takes out a set of keys from his shirt pocket, fiddles with them until he finds the right one, then uses it to unlock a desk drawer that Dean can’t see from his angle. Garth pulls the drawer open, sticks his hand into one of the green hanging folders, and triumphantly pulls out a piece of paper that he places on the desk. “This here is a consent fo-”
“I did all the consent forms online,” Dean cuts him off to say. He kicks himself mentally for being rude, but sue him, he’s nervous.
“And I got all of those, but this one needs a wet signature.” Garth stands up and leans over the computer to get closer to Dean. “Debating on signing it can provide a great opportunity for reflection.”
“I’m not backing out,” Dean says quickly. He pulls open the cap and goes to sign the paper, but Garth snatches it off the desk before he can. “What the hell, man?”
“Can you at least pretend to read it for me?” There is a note of pleading in Garth’s voice.
What the fuck is in that consent form?
Garth puts the paper back on the desk. As it turns out, absolutely nothing concerning. It’s mostly just rehashing the shit he signed on the computer the other day. It almost looks like the Consent To Treat form he had to sign the last time he went to the doctor a couple years ago. Weird. Dean signs the page and slides it across the desk towards Garth. He half expects the man to reject it.
“All right, let me just file this, and I’ll take you back to the set,” Garth says with a big smile. He bends down to put the paper back in the folder and lock up the drawer again. Standing up straight, Garth beckons Dean with a hand to follow him down a narrow hallway.
Dean had been impressed when he learned that the multiple sets he saw during his “research” were just constructs put together in a few rooms in this weird little office. They all look so different. Obviously, the backgrounds aren’t the main focus of the videos - the actors are. Dean spent a lot of time looking at the actors.
The straight guys the company gets to “live out their gay fantasies” (a quote taken directly from their informational website) are from all different age brackets with different body types. There doesn’t seem to be any sort of pattern there.
The permanent actors - a big ol’ Cajun man, a shorter guy who speaks in a British accent, and a dude with eyes so blue they damn near look electrified - are kind of similar physically (if Dean closes one eye and squints with the other). They all have varying shades of dark hair, beards, and broader frames. But their biggest similarity is in how they act. They’re all “Come here, darlin’/love/honey,” and cooing in a tone Dean struggles to explain but finds arousing.
A survey buried in the mountain of paperwork allowed him to rank the actors in terms of preference if he wanted, but he opted for the “No Preference” box. All three of them were hot in their own ways.
Garth opens a heavy metal door at the end of the hallway and walks through. He holds it behind him so it doesn’t smack Dean in the face. Dean walks through to find a Bohemian bedroom set up. The actor is not in the room, but the decor means it will almost certainly be Cas.
Dean stands there awkwardly as Garth moves over to a small, black table in the corner with another computer on it. Dean focuses on the colorful mandala patterns on the blankets and tapestries, so he doesn’t think about what he’s doing. He can feel his breath coming quicker, and his fingers have started to tingle. What if it’s awful? What if the lighter diet and douching he was instructed to do weren’t enough? What if he looks stupid on camera? What if his video doesn’t get as many likes and comments as the other videos on the site? What if someone in his life finds out? What if…
“Hey…” Garth says softly from right next to Dean.
When the fuck did he walk over?
Garth gently puts a hand on Dean’s arm. “I’d remind you that you can leave at any time, but you look stubborn, so instead, I will tell you that it’s gonna be okay.” Garth smiles at him. “Cas is… eccentric, but he’s a big sweetie,” Garth assures.
Dean nods and works harder at regulating his breathing.
“You want a hug?” Garth asks sincerely.
Dean is absolutely not in the habit of hugging strange men, especially ones that own porn studios, but, fuck it, he does actually want a hug right now. He nods. Garth reels him in with his long-ass arms that have more muscle on them than Dean was anticipating. Smooshing his face into Garth’s cigarette-scented shoulder, Dean is finally able to relax a little and breathe normally.
“Thanks, man,” Dean says as he pulls away.
“Any time,” Garth’s smile is big and bright.
The door swings open, startling Dean, and a man in white linen pants and a light blue tunic walks in. Dean knows this is Cas; he’s seen every one of his videos on this channel. Cas rips his gaudy sunglasses off with the hand that isn’t holding a large iced coffee from Java and looks Dean up and down.
“Jesus! Look at you,” Cas purrs at Dean. He turns to Garth. “I am definitely going to need the…”
“Already got it out for you!” Garth chuckles and tips his head to the table full of supplies that Dean didn’t see him pull out.
Garth and Cas are talking, but Dean isn't paying attention. He’s too busy trying not to drool as he looks at Cas. The man is attractive on video, all the stars are, but Cas is unfairly hot in real life. If Dean’s brain were online, he would have a new fear about coming way too early on camera.
“You should go freshen up,” Garth says to Dean as he hands him a washcloth.
“Just a whore’s bath will do,” Cas says as he snatches a small spray bottle off the table of supplies and plops down on the bed.
Dean blushes at the apt phrasing.
“I’ll show you where the bathroom is.” Garth looks like he’s trying not to laugh as he leads Dean out of the room with a hand on his bicep.
“Holy shiiiit,” Dean confides. He and Garth hugged, so they are friends now, right?
“I know,” Garth says sympathetically. “‘Sex on legs,’ as my mamma would say.”
Dean wants to meet Garth’s mom.
“Here we are!’’ Garth stops them outside a door that looks exactly like all the other ones in the building.
Shit! Dean should have paid better attention to the route. Before he can ask Garth to give him directions to the way back or stay, Garth walks into the bathroom and holds the door open behind him. Dean walks in. The bathroom is… not that big. There is no privacy here. Even the shower in the corner only has a clear plastic liner as a curtain. It would probably make for a pretty hot video set-up, actually. Garth parks his ass on the fake marble counter next to the sink and a couple of small bottles before he turns on the water.
“Takes a second for the hot water to kick in,” Garth explains. “Do you have any questions?”
Dean has so many questions. “How many videos do you guys shoot that don’t go on the site?” Is what he finally settles on.
“Quite a few in the beginning! Not so much now, though. We’ve learned a lot over the last year.” Garth laughs and sticks his hand under the water. “Should be warm enough for you now.” He picks up one of the bottles next to him, sniffs it, then hands it to Dean. “This one is Cas’ favorite.”
Dean feels like he just got told a secret. He also feels like he might go up in flames because it’s clear Garth has no intention of leaving for his whore’s bath.
“I’m gonna see it alllll eventually,” Garth reminds him kindly.
That’s a good point. Dean sniffs the soap Garth gave him, and it smells woodsy. It’s something he would have picked for himself. He sets the bottle down and takes off his flannel, then his T-shirt. Garth takes the shirts from him. Dean lathers the towel and swipes it under each of his armpits. He wets the other end of the towel and uses it to wipe away the suds under his arms.
This is fucking weird.
“What was the biggest challenge in the beginning?” Dean asks because he needs a distraction as he places the towel under his arm and reaches down to undo his jeans.
“Identifying runners before we got all the equipment set up and one of the guys here,” Garth explains. “Our other channel is a lot easier because most of the men there have made this their career.”
Dean pushes his jeans and underwear down to his thighs and re-wets the towel in the hot water.
“If you were worried about your Johnson, lemme tell ya now - don’t. That’s gonna look gorgeous on camera,” Garth nods his head downward.
With a weird mix of pride and mortification, Dean swipes at his dick and balls with the towel. “Thanks, man.” What the fuck is his life?
“Why do these types of videos if they are harder?” Dean asks as he rinses off.
“They make BANK,” Garth laughs. “But also… I was a queer kid in the heart of Texas in the 90s. I know what it’s like to feel like you gotta hide yourself and how hopeless it can feel to try and find other people who might understand.” Garth fiddles with one of the fringes on his jacket. “This gives guys an excuse to indulge, AND an opportunity to meet other people like ‘em.”
Dean expected the first part, but the second is surprising. Dean doesn’t know what to say, so he just reaches back and swipes the sudsy towel up through his ass crack.
“There’s a phone tree of previous guests if you want it when we are done. They all agreed to be contacted, so you don’t need to worry you’d be botherin’ em.” Garth perks back up.
“I didn’t realize there were that many gay guys in KC.” Dean finishes washing his ass and places the towel in the sink.
Garth chuckles. “Kansas City is very gay if you know where to look, but we also recruit guys from all over. We don’t care where they are from as long as they can get here for the appointment.” He hands Dean his shirts and hops off the counter.
Dean supposes the payout would have been worth quite a bit of travel time. Thankfully, he’s only about 40 minutes away in Lawrence.
“I’ll wait outside while you pee.” Garth opens the bathroom door and steps out.
Dean didn’t have to piss until Garth mentioned it, but now it’s urgent. He throws his shirts back on quickly and does his business while he tries not to reflect on what he is about to do. When he’s done, he shakes more than necessary and wets a previously unused part of the towel to dab at his tip. He doesn’t want to do anything that might compromise this paycheck.
Garth leads him back to the room, typing on his phone the whole time. When Dean walks in, he finds Cas sprawled out on the bed like he left him. It takes Dean a full second to process the one thing that has changed; Cas has the waistband of his pants tucked below his balls, and he is absentmindedly waving at his cock with one hand while he types on his phone with the other.
“Uh,” Dean lets slip.
Cas looks up and grins at Dean. “The desensitization spray.”
“Why would you do that?” Dean desperately tries not to stare at the perfect pink of Cas’ soft cock and balls.
“Because you, my little dandelion, are gorgeous, and we have a minimum minute limit.”
“Try saying that five times fast.” Dean grins. A hot porn star just said that he, Dean Winchester, is attractive enough that it could be a problem. Suddenly, Dean isn’t feeling quite so anxious anymore.
“I’d rather not,” Cas says. “Come get comfortable with me while Garth finishes setting up.” Cas pats the bed next to him in invitation. “Boots off first.” Cas goes back to texting.
Dean does as he’s told and takes off his boots and socks. He gets a little thrill at climbing onto the bed next to this gorgeous man with his cock out, even if Dean is being respectful and not peeking.
“You can look. It’ll be inside you soon.” Cas smiles at Dean lazily.
That goes straight to Dean's cock. He looks down at where Cas is bared and feels himself fattening up in his pants. Cas’ cock grows a little under his gaze.
Garth comes over to the bed with a washcloth that he wets with one of the water bottles and holds it out to Cas, who takes it after putting his phone down. Cas uses the cloth to wipe down his dick, and Dean couldn’t look away if he tried. He doesn’t try.
Cas hands the towel back to Garth, moves his pants back over his cock, and turns his body more fully towards Dean on the bed. “Look directly into one of the cameras as often as you remember.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Dean sees Garth throw the towel next to the supply table before picking up a camera and fiddling with it. “Okay, look at the cameras, got it.” Dean looks around the room and notices that there ARE multiple cameras, including one directly over the bed. Huh. He’s pretty sure those weren’t all set up when he first got into the room. What else did Dean not pay attention to?
Garth looks down at the computer and must like what he sees on the monitor because he does a little tap on the desk with a smile.
“What made you want to come to the Straight2Gay studio today, Honey?” Cas asks as he moves his hand over to rub Dean’s thigh.
Dean stares down at Cas’ long, beautiful fingers while his heart rate kicks up. He wants to put those fingers in his mouth. “I uh, have always been curious about being with a guy, but the timing never felt right. I saw the banner ad and decided to give it a try.” Dean had practiced this answer about a million times. Nobody ever answered that it was about the money, even though Dean suspected it was a big motivator for almost everyone.
Cas hums like he’s thinking. “Have you ever fingered yourself before?”
“Uh, yeah,” Dean says awkwardly. “A couple of times.” Dean didn’t want to do it all the time because he loved it, and he didn’t want to make it standard protocol. It’s stupid, he knows that, but it’s just one of the little rules he had in his head to not be “too gay.”
“Toys?” Cas moves up on his side and plasters himself against Dean. He puts one hand under his head to keep it elevated and moves the other hand higher up on Dean’s thigh.
Dean shivers at the contact. “No, they… felt too real.”
Cas shifts his hand up from Dean’s thigh to his stomach, just above the waistband of his jeans. “But I don’t?”
All Dean can focus on are the slow circles Cas is making so close to his cock. He’s sort of lost the plot. “You don’t what?”
Cas chuckles and bends down to speak directly in Dean’s ear.
“I don’t feel real?” Cas slips his hand under Dean’s shirt.
Dean gasps. “You feel better.”
Cas chuckles again before tilting his head down to kiss Dean’s neck.
Dean moans. He notices Garth move, presumably to get a better angle, and remembers that, oh yeah, he’s currently in a porno! He’s good at following orders, so he looks into the mouth of the camera while Cas works his shirts up one-handed and kisses his neck. Garth gives him a grin and a thumbs-up.
“Take these off for me, Honey,” Cas orders as he plucks Dean's flannel. He sits back to take his own shirt off.
Dean stares dumbfoundedly at Cas’ naked torso.
Cas tugs at Dean’s shirt again with a grin.
“Oh, sorry.” Dean hastily removes his flannel and curses himself for wearing too many layers. He takes hold of his T-shirt as soon as the flannel is off and starts pulling it up. The moment it clears his head, Dean throws the shirt and moves up on his hip so he can face Cas. He brings a tentative hand up towards Cas’ side.
“You can touch me, Honey. Want to explore?”
Dean nods as his hand makes contact with Cas’ skin. He knows skin is skin, it doesn’t matter the gender, but he swears that it feels different from touching a woman. Cas rolls away from Dean and onto his back, arms out in invitation for Dean to touch. Dean places a hand low on Cas’ stomach and is startled a moment by the hair he finds there. It makes his cock throb.
To ignore how Dean just got aroused by belly hair, he leans down so he can capture Cas’ lips in a kiss. Cas gives a pleased hum as he reciprocates. Their hands don't stop stroking across each other's bare skin as they make out. Dean groans when his hand slides across Cas’ chest. It isn't flat per se, but the contour is muscle instead of fat. Cas dips his hand shallowly down the back of Dean's pants, and Dean remembers that there is more to life than just this, so he pulls back.
“Having a good time?” Cas asks, a faint hint of teasing in his tone.
“That's an understatement.”
Anxiety coils in Dean's guts like a ball of snakes as he slides a hand down to the waistband of Cas’ pants. With the linen being white, there's no way to hide how aroused Cas is, and it's driving Dean mad. He pets across the skin just above the offending garment as he works up the nerve to take them off.
Cas makes it easy by reaching down and removing the pants himself. Dean's eyes immediately move down to Cas’ flushed cock. Arousal and apprehension wage a war inside of Dean because Cas is a lot bigger now that he isn't soft.
Arousal wins.
Dean starts kissing down Cas’ neck and chest towards his goal. He gets sidetracked at Cas’ nipples, but quickly moves on when he finds out they aren't all that sensitive.
“Are you going to suck me?” Cas asks when Dean shimmies down the bed so he can start planting kisses on Cas’ stomach.
Dean looks up at Cas. “Is that okay?”
“Of course it is.” Cas reaches up to cup Dean's cheek for a moment before moving his hand to sink into Dean's hair.
The angle isn't great for Dean, so he moves around until he is up on his knees and able to slot himself between Cas’ legs. He can sense that Garth is looking at his ass, so he gives a little wiggle and looks over his shoulder to look into the camera for a second. The idea of a cameraman had been terrifying to Dean before, but right now it feels kinda fun.
Lying down between Cas’ legs is one of the hottest things Dean has ever done. He rolls his hips into the mattress to get a little friction on his trapped cock at the same time that he shoves his arms under Cas’ thighs so he can hold on for dear life. He loses some of his nerve when he looks at Cas up close and hard like this.
“You're okay, Honey. Just go slow,” Cas encourages warmly.
Dean looks up and into Cas’ eyes and feels something pass between them that he can't name.
“Would you like me to guide you?” Cas asks.
“Please?”
“Start by kissing from root to tip,” Cas instructs.
Dean groans and tips his head forward to do as he's told. The hot skin under his lips feels right, as does the gasp Cas lets out as a result of his kisses.
“Now go back and use your tongue,” Cas says when Dean reaches his wet tip.
Dean licks his lips and groans at the taste. He starts at the beginning, and zigzags his tongue up the underside. He flicks his tongue several times on that little spot just below the head. Dean always likes it when women do that to him.
Cas hums.“Good boy.”
A flashbang of arousal goes off in Dean's head.
Cas reaches down with the hand not on Dean's hair and holds the base of his cock. “Now wrap your lips around the head. Mind your teeth.”
It takes Dean a second to recover from the praise and move on to the next part. He had practiced the teeth thing on a banana when he realized he was actually going to be doing this, so he's confident on that at least. The only other hurdle is his own mind. Thankfully, the wall between “dude that's GAY” and “oh fuck this is hot” is actually just a thin membrane, so Dean tears through it easily.
Dean opens his mouth wide and takes Cas’ leaking tip between his lips. Unconsciously, he licks the precome from the head to collect the taste on his tongue.
“Yeah, just like that,” Cas says. “See? You know what to do.”
Dean groans and takes more of Cas in his mouth without being told to get him to stop talking. With hundreds of hours of fantasizing and porn watching to guide him, Dean sucks in his cheeks and moves back up to Cas’ head.
“Oh, fuck! You're a natural,” Cas moans.
Dean fucks his hips down into the bed again at the praise. He’s lost in sensation as he bobs his head down to take more of Cas back in his mouth. Eventually, he feels a deliberate tug on the cuff of his jeans. Garth must want him to take them off.
Pulling off of Cas, Dean looks up at the man, glassy-eyed. The camera comes into view on his right, so Dean looks directly into it as he untangles an arm from Cas' thigh and wipes his mouth and chin. Garth gives him an enthusiastic thumbs up.
“Let's get you naked, too,” Cas purrs. “I'm eager to be inside you.”
Dean groans and lets go of Cas' other thigh before sitting up on his knees. Looking into the camera again, Dean undoes his button and fly. Standing up, Dean drops his jeans and underwear quickly before he loses his nerve.
“Oh, fuck,” Cas groans and strokes his cock a few times. “Come back here.”
Dean climbs up on the bed and lets Cas maneuver him around until he is on his chest, ass in the air. Once again, Dean finds the nearest camera to look into. Cas did a fantastic job at positioning him for the one off the side of the bed. More turned on than freaked out, Dean eagerly anticipates what's going to come next.
“Damn, your ass is gorgeous,” Cas says as he places a hand on each of Dean's cheeks. He pulls them apart and groans loudly. “Fuck! Look at this petty hole!” Cas sounds like he can't believe it.
Dean groans into the soft, patterned blanket and pushes his ass up into Cas’ hands.
“I gotta…” Cas says.
Dean wonders what Cas has to do before he feels Cas tilt his head forward and lick a stripe from Dean’s taint to tailbone.
“Oh!” Dean nearly shrieks into the mattress as Cas dives back in to stroke his tongue around Dean’s hole.
Making pathetic noises he can't control, Dean grips onto the blanket for fortification while Cas eats him out. Dean checked off that he was interested in this particular activity; he'd seen it in enough videos to be curious about it, but the reality is overwhelming. He feels like he should be doing something more than just lying here and taking the pleasure being given to him, but he's pretty helpless like this. All he can do is whine and look into the camera.
“Your little pink hole is so sweet,” Cas informs Dean as he sits up.
“Thank you,” Dean says automatically. It feels polite. He hears the snick of a cap being opened and moans because he knows what's coming next.
Sure enough, two wet fingers start circling Dean's hole. Dean jerks away from the touch, but Cas moves his dry hand to Dean's hip and reels him back in.
“Relex, Honey, you're okay,” Cas coos.
Dean melts. Something in him really believes Cas. He doesn't flinch again when he feels the fingers this time, and he is rewarded with one finger dipping inside of him. Dean slams his eyes shut and groans.
“Oh, fuck you're so tight.” Cas slides his finger all the way into Dean.
Remembering that he is supposed to look at one of the cameras as much as possible, Dean pries his eyes open. He pants his way through Cas pulling his finger out and pushing it back in. The third time Cas slides into Dean, he changes the angle of his hand and curls his finger a little.
When Cas hits Dean's prostate in just the right way, Dean feels the jolt of it in his whole body. He needs more, so he gets his arms under him to sit on all fours. This way, he can push back into Cas’ hand better.
“Oooh, you like when I do this?” Cas repeats his earlier motion.
“Yeah,” Dean nods to emphasize his statement.
“Ask for more if you want it,” Cas irritatingly straightens out his finger and avoids Dean's prostate as much as possible.
Dean whines.
“Come on, sweet boy, I know you can ask for what you want.” Cas slides his second finger inside Dean.
Overwhelmed and leaking, Dean tries to form actual words in his mind to say out loud with his mouth. That's a lot of moving parts for Dean right now, but he manages.
“More, please.”
Cas moans and immediately curls his fingers again to stroke Dean's prostate.
Dean shouts and shoves himself back onto Cas. Dean gets lost in the sensation, alternating between hanging his head and looking up into the camera as Cas stretches him open. When Cas slips a third finger into Dean, his arms give out on him, and he goes back to being face down ass up. About the time that Dean starts drooling into the mattress, Cas pulls his hand away.
“Wha-?” Dean tries to ask.
“We're gettin’ to the good part!” Cas says cheerily, like he hasn't spent the last… however many minutes chipping away at Dean's sanity. Cas guides Dean onto his back with hands on his hips.
“Look at you, all fucked-out already,” Cas says with a grin when Dean finally flops back on the bed.
Dean doesn't have a response to that besides flipping Cas off, and he isn't sure that's allowed, so he just rolls his hips up at Cas enticingly. He's a little surprised at Cas’ strength. The man pretty easily pushes up Dean's lower half enough to get a pillow underneath him.
Spreading his legs, Dean stares into Garth’s camera and fucks his hips up into the air a couple of times while Cas kisses a line up his throat. Dean feels like he won something when he sees Garth bite his lip.
Cas makes his way up to Dean's lips and captures them in a kiss. He moves around so that he can make a home for himself between Dean's spread thighs. His hands wander across every bit of Dean he can touch, except where Dean wants him most.
“Please,” Dean pulls back to beg.
“Please? Please, what?” Cas asks with mock confusion.
“Please more,” Dean whines.
Cas moves his hips down so he can slot his cock in next to Dean's and rolls his hips. “Like that?”
Dean's brain is short-circuiting because he can feel Cas' cock against his, and it's erotic as fuck.
Cas bends his head down too, so he is completely boxing Dean in, and puts his lips to Dean's ear.
“You okay?” Cas whispers, then makes a show of gently nibbling Dean's earlobe.
Dean nods and answers at normal volume. “You're so fucking hot.” He hopes that's a sufficient enough answer.
Cas chuckles and sits back up. “Likewise.” He takes one of Dean's thighs and holds it open wide.
Dean looks on as Cas takes hold of his own cock and guides it to Dean's hole. Garth is right in there with the camera, so everyone will be able to see a close-up of the penetration in stunning HD. He wants to watch, but he thinks the better move for the video might be to sit back and look into the camera above his head, so that's what he does.
The first push into Dean causes both of them to moan. Dean fights to keep his eyes open through the stretch, but he loses for a bit and ends up throwing his head back in a silent scream.
“Fuck you're big!” Dean groans when Cas is about halfway inside of him and they've both started sweating. The hand Cas places on his side is comforting and welcome.
“Yeah,” Cas agrees. “Do you like being stretched out on this big cock?”
Dean whines. “Yeah, feels so good inside me.”
Cas bottoms out, and like they rehearsed it, both of them lean forward to kiss each other frantically. After a few seconds, Cas pulls away and moves his hips back.
Dean braces himself for the first real thrust, but it isn't enough. He's mentally bowled over by the delicious force of it. There's no way for Dean to tell what his face does; he just has to hope it looks good, or that it can be edited out.
By the third thrust, Dean feels like he's gotten the hang of it, and he can finally open his eyes that he didn't remember closing. The sight of Cas towering above him, hips working to fuck into his hole, makes Dean whine pathetically.
“Yeah, keep your eyes on me, Honey,” Cas says. “Such a good boy.”
Dean thrusts his hips into Cas, nearly compelled by the praise.
“You like being good for me?” Cas asks.
It's infuriating to Dean how Cas can form whole sentences right now, but unfortunately, that feeling only makes the situation hotter.
“Yes, sir.” Dean doesn't know why that shit slips out here, but he doesn't have time to think about it, because Cas fucks into him hard.
“Fuck!” Cas says forcefully before he pulls out of Dean completely. “On your knees.”
Dean lies there, stunned, just watching Cas pant and sweat for a second. As soon as the words Cas said actually filter through, he moves up onto his hands and knees. He wiggles his ass at Cas while he looks into the camera and gets a singular spank for his cheekiness.
Cas sinks a hand into Dean's hair, then uses the other to guide himself back into Dean. He wastes no time in starting up a furious pace after he moves his hand to Dean's hip. Dean groans at the stuffed feeling and the way Cas is pulling his hair as a fucks into him. Dean looks into the camera and hangs on through the onslaught.
Dean has been trying to avoid jerking himself off because he knew it would probably be over as soon as he started, but he can't take it anymore. He tries to balance on one hand and reach down, but he keeps almost falling on his face, especially when Cas nails his prostate. He lets out a disappointed grunt.
“Come here,” Cas pants as he moves them both, so they're on their knees, Dean's back to Cas’ chest. Cas has one arm securely around Dean's middle while the other snakes around Dean's hip.
“Fuck!” Dean shouts into Garth's camera as Cas wraps his hand around Dean's dick. His hands come up to hold on to the arm up near his chest.
Cas starts up a slow pace with his hand that he matches with his hips as he rocks in and out of Dean.
Dean feels like all of his atoms are being ripped apart, remade, and sewn back together. The situation only gets worse when Cas moves the arm on Dean's chest down so he can flick a thumb across one of Dean's sensitive nipples. Dean doesn't know anything other than looking into the nearest camera and making noises he'll be embarrassed about later.
“Are you close?” Cas grits out into Dean's ear.
“So close!”
Cas pulls out of Dean, who makes a strangled noise. Dean feels like the whole world is spinning, then he lands on his back, face just below the camera mounted above the bed. Cas bullies himself between Dean's legs and slides back into him quickly.
“Cas!” Dean nearly shouts. His body is in a weird sort of shock.
“Shh, you're okay, Honey.” Cas takes hold of Dean's cock again, starts jerking him off rapidly, and fucks into him forcefully.
“Oh, fuck!” Dean feels his body lock up just before his cock starts shooting all across his belly in an orgasm so intense he loses himself for a minute.
Dean manages to lock in and look down just in time to see Cas pull out and stroke himself off. The sight of Cas' elegant fingers wrapped around his hard, gleaming cock framed by the rest of Cas’ beautiful body has Dean moaning loudly.
Cas groans, aims himself down, and shoots all across Dean's spent cock.
Dean's brain goes offline as he stares down at the pearly white come he's covered in.
There's movement off to Dean's right, and it reminds him where he is. He looks into Garth's camera for a few heartbeats, then lets his head fall back to the mattress and looks up into the camera above the bed. Cas slides in next to him, head propped up by his hand, and front totally molded to Dean's side. Dean looks over at him and wiggles his arm under Cas’ waist so he can feel like he's holding him.
“Did you enjoy going from Straight2Gay?” Cas asks, then bends down to kiss Dean's temple.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Dean laughs. He turns to Cas.
“I'm glad.” The two of them lean into each other and share a kiss that doesn't feel like it's for the camera.
A week later, Dean sits in front of his laptop in his living room with all of his bills paid. The comments on the video he's watching, his video, won't stop coming.
>>There's no way this guy hasn't done porn before. I have to know his name!
>>Their chemistry is off the charts! You can tell Cas is trying so hard not to cum for half the video
>>MOAR GREEN EYES!!!!
As well as more… explicit commentary. Every bit of it sends Dean through the stratosphere.
A little white box pops up in the corner of his screen, letting him know he has an email. He glances at it automatically, but doesn't mean to read it. He has better things to look at right now, but he sees that it's from Garth, so he opens it up.
“They love ya, kid! Have you thought about making a career out of this?”
In the middle of Dean typing back an emphatic “YES,” he gets a text. Damn, he's popular right now. He finishes his email to Garth about signing on for his other channel, then looks down at his phone. It's a text from Cas.
>Burgers are good. I'll be there around six. Xo