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Yogasm (Dean Smith/AU Castiel)
NC-17 (porny porny porn)
4,000 wordsDean Smith was wearing a nice, ironed, light blue polo shirt, neatly tucked into his starched khaki pants. He was pacing around his comfortable apartment nervously, routinely checking that his hair was combed in place when he’d pass by the mirror. Again.
He shouldn’t be this nervous. It was just a date, after all. But considering the circumstances preceding this moment, maybe being a little nervous wasn’t so strange…
There was a soft knock at the door that nearly made Dean jump out of his skin. He looked in the mirror one more time before walking to the door and throwing it open.
The man standing in front of Dean was wearing loose-fitting clothes. His light, long-sleeved, lilac shirt opened down the middle, half way down his chest; his dark green, airy pants had a hole in them over his thigh; his moccasins were dirty and worn. Hair, uncombed. Unshaven.
“Hey, Cas,” said Dean, not at all bothered by the stark contrast of their appearances.
“Hello, Dean,” greeted Castiel, a grin threatening to spread on his face. “You are overdressed.”
Dean folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe. “It’s a date — you’re supposed to dress up. You’re underdressed.”
Castiel waved a hand through the air, dispelling Dean’s comment.
“You seem tense,” Castiel said, leaning in and placing a hand on Dean’s shoulder. He worked his fingers into the muscles on Dean’s upper arm. “Hard day at work?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “You have no idea. This tech was being such a pain in the ass today.”
“Well, I think I know how we can loosen you up,” Cas said, with a wicked glint in his eyes. Dean almost shivered from the look alone, memories flashing before his eyes.
Dean inched forward and placed his lips on Castiel’s, hand cupping the back of his neck. Cas’s arms moved down, resting on Dean’s waist, pressed himself closer to Dean.
Dean broke off the kiss, grinning.
“After dinner,” said Dean, breath seeping over Castiel’s face. “I had to pull some strings to get these reservations, and we are not gonna waste them.”
Dean Smith was a regular guy. He worked a nine-to-five job at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. He had a nice apartment, in a normal apartment complex. He watched the 10 o’clock news before going to bed, and recorded The Late Late Show to watch the next morning. He was attracted to women, if you could believe it; never, ever in his life had he gone on a date with a man.
He blamed it all on Lisa Braeden.
Thank God for Lisa Braeden.
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This song is sexually frustrating…
Framing Hanley - Lollipop
So I ship Mishalecki after Cockles, J2 and J2M. But I still ship it and love it because of crazy boys and ALL OF THE SIZE KINK. Jesus.
I ALSO ADDED SOME EXTRA FICS TO THE J2M REC LIST TODAY AS WELL
- Title: you can watch me walk
Wordcount: ~4,500
A/N: Written for
