twentysomething

Title: This Time, Baby

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean/Cas (Shortskirts 'Verse)

Summary: "He doesn't have anywhere to be today because yesterday they won the World Series."

Length: 1500 wordsish.

Warnings: Tubsex. My gay love for the New York Yankees.

Notes: So, I found this in my gmail drafts folder. I should clean house more often. I should also be ashamed of myself when this shit is more legit than all the kidfic I've been writing. (Dean is Cas's au pair. WHO AM I.)



Dean's forgotten what it's like to wake up in his own bed.

Or at least that's what it feels like when he blinks his eyes open in their huge pale blue bed, Cas's hand pressed between Dean's chest and his own shoulder, with the slow realization that he doesn't have anywhere to be today.

He doesn't have anywhere to be today because yesterday they won the World Series.

Joe had kicked them out of the locker room, drunk and happy and told them to fuck off and fuck someone, and he'd see them for press shit and everything else on Monday and no sooner because he'd forgotten what his children looked like.

Dean feels Cas press a kiss against his temple.

"Go back to bed, it's too early," Cas mutters, his sleep-rough voice a little hoarse- but that could be all the shouting and enthusiastic, drunk blowjobs last night, so.

Dean goes back to sleep.

When he wakes up again, the bed is cold on Cas's side and he can smell coffee wafting in from the kitchen. So he throws on the first pair of boxers he can find and pads in, rubbing his hands over his face and extreme stubble.

"Babe?" Dean calls, finding the kitchen empty, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"In here," Cas replies, voice echoing from somewhere. Dean frowns.

"Where?" he asks, sipping at his coffee.

"The bathroom," Cas answers, and Dean frowns but carries himself and the coffee back through the bedroom and into their ridiculous bathroom.

"Oh," Dean says faintly, putting the mug down weakly on the counter.

"Mmm," Cas agrees, slicking his hand over his stomach.

It's not like when Cas had shown him the apartment for the first time, shyly- like Dean might not like it- Dean hadn't thought about how the jacuzzi bathtub was perfect for slippery, indulgent sex- and it's not like they hadn't taken advantage of it- many, many times, but there's something about the flush over Cas's chest, the way the steam makes the ends of Cas's hair curl and stick to his skin, and Dean is overdressed.

"I was planning on letting you fuck me until our fingers got pruney, but I don't know, you took a little longer to wake up than I thought," Cas teases, letting his eyelashes flutter in pleasure as he stretches slightly. "I might be ready to get out, now." Dean glares at him.

"You're staying right there until I say so," Dean growls, and Cas just smiles up at him, the curl of his mouth totally smug and pleased with himself.

"If that's what you want," Cas chirps, amused and happy and damn right, it's what he wants. And today is his day off and Dean is going to have sex until they're too hungry and sore to have sex and then they'll order chinese food and then do it again, anyway.

And Cas just laughs as Dean shucks off his boxers and splashes his way into the tub, sloshing water everywhere, and whatever, it's stupid to have a tub set into the floor of a room. Dean just yanks Cas close, scraping his stubble across Cas's neck before biting where Cas's neck meets his jaw.

"I missed you, you know. I've been waiting to have you to myself again," Cas gasps as Dean presses him back against the edge of the tub. "Dying to just unplug the phones and tie you to the bed." Dean groans as Cas slides his wet, slippery hands over Dean's back, so he can wrap a leg around and grind his dick against Dean.

"Fuck, maybe- maybe later," Dean says, because it doesn't sounds like that bad of an idea to him, either.

"I'm a jealous person," Cas says sweetly, like that's not the understatement of the century. "I don't like sharing you. If I didn't think the Steinbrenners would have me shot, I wouldn't let you leave the apartment. I would just keep you here and and I don't think we'd ever get out of bed. Except maybe to fuck other places in the apartment."

"I wouldn't mind," Dean shoots back, hitching Cas higher, then just shrugging and lifting Cas out entirely, laying him out on the cold tile, Cas crying out in surprise and arching his back. Dean just smirks back as Cas glares at him, easing Cas's legs into the tub, spreading his legs until he's splayed open there so Dean can grab the lube they keep on the other side of the tub for precisely this reason. Dean slicks his hand up as Cas starts to whine, "Dean-" and pushes two fingers up into Cas sharply.

"Ah- Dean, Dean, Dean," Cas chants, tight and so hot, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the wet, cold floor. Dean grins as he blows cold air across the head of Cas's dick, bobbing thick and flushed red over Cas's stomach.

"Think about how nice it's gonna feel, huh, baby," Dean croons, scissoring his fingers, stretching Cas quick and dirty. "As soon as I've got you all good and loose for me, I'm gonna pull you right back in here and put you on my cock, all this hot water, warm you up. I know it's cold." Cas pants out a cry.

"I'm ready," Cas breathes, fast. Dean grins and shakes his head, slipping in a third finger.

"You're just impatient. Just a little longer," Dean promises, running his other hand over Cas's hips, stroking down the cool skin there.

"I don't mind- I just, Dean, now." Cas says sharply. Dean chuckles.

"We have all day, you know. I'm not gonna be happy with just a quick fuck in the tub. Because baby, being honest, I'm not gonna last too long. Want you too bad." Dean whispers against the defined cradle of Cas's hips. Cas snarls and his palms skid against the wet floor as he struggles to slide himself closer to Dean.

"Dean, I swear, if you don't-" Cas hisses at him and Dean just laughs and laughs as he tugs Cas into the tub quickly, and he barely has time to settle Cas on his thighs before Cas is reaching around and positioning Dean's dick so he can push himself down on it, all the way to the hilt.

Dean really hopes he doesn't pass out in the bathtub because he doesn't want the Post headline to read: "Yankees Pitcher Dies in Tub, Pitching."

"God, Cas, you feel good, you feel so good, baby," Dean babbles. Cas is breathing like he's gone for a run, wrapping his legs around Dean's back like he's in yoga class, and Dean can feel Cas's fingernails digging into his back in familiar half-moons.

"I can't wait to go to work on Monday," Cas grits out, trying to push himself even further down onto Dean's cock. "In fact, I would take it as a personal favor if you would be a little rough, maybe some hickeys. I want to walk in there and make sure everyone knows I fucked a World Series Champion this weekend." Dean groans.

"I'll have to see what I can do about that," Dean grants, weakly as Cas bends down to kiss him, biting at his mouth.

"Mmm, thank you," Cas purrs at him. Dean laughs, brokenly, as Cas clenches around him.

"Yeah, because that's such a trial for me," Dean jokes and Cas just hides a smile in Dean's shoulder.

"I'm pushy and demanding that way," he agrees. "Which is why I feel totally comfortable telling you to fuck me harder, Dean." Dean just grins up at him.

"You've got all the leverage here, baby. I think you should do some of the heavy lifting here." Dean insists, lazily. Cas pauses, blinks slowly, then smiles like Dean's going to regret it.

"Our maid is going to quit again," Cas promises, biting down hard on Dean's shoulder. Dean just braces himself, and sure enough, Cas uses some sort of octopus-inhuman muscle group to stretch up above Dean, nearly pulling off entirely, before slamming himself down on Dean's cock. Dean just laughs breathlessly as the water sloshes over the edge of the bathtub and hooks his arms back over the cold, tiled edge and lets Cas fuck himself loose and stupid on his dick, and when Dean's ready, he just grabs Cas by the hips and holds him down, coming long and hand, frantically jacking Cas, half in the the water, half out. Indulgently, limp-limbed, Dean bites and sucks this ridiculous, high school-sized hickey right under Cas's jaw.

"Are your fingers pruney?" Dean asks, mock-solicitously, contently making a little, more sensible hickey close by on Cas's neck. Cas murmurs drowsy assent, shaking his way through the end of his orgasm. Despite the fact that it should be a crime to have to move after great orgasms, the water is getting cold and they slip and slide their way out of the tub to damply fall back into bed.

"More sex later," Cas pronounces before tucking himself close against Dean's side, halfheartedly dragging the sheet over them both.