Cas is already awake when I come to, staring at me like he's been staring for a while. It's rare that Cas wakes before me. "Morning," he greets, voice low. I'm disoriented as last night's events come back to me slowly. "Before you freak out, it's late. But everything's handled."

     "What's late?" I ask.

     "It's after nine," Cas responds.

     I nearly sit up, but he puts his hand on my shoulder, halting me. "It's fine. Everything's taken care of. Dolores went to the store and Tasha posted on your socials you would be closed today."

     "I could've gone to work today," I grumble.

     Cas raises an eyebrow. "You think so? Raise your arm in the air."

     He's challenging me. I attempt to raise my arm but it's stiff, doesn't move but a few inches from my body before I wince and let it drop. "Yeah, delayed onset muscle soreness doesn't have anything on this," Cas says. "Just think of today as a rest day."

     "I don't do well with rest days," I say.

     Cas rolls his eyes but its exaggerated. "Alright, what can we do to take your mind off of it?"

     "Go to the gym," I say.

     "So I can fight every dumbbell out of your hands? No. Pick a different physical activity."

     "Hm," I say thinking and then I say again, "Hmmm" but this time with more insinuation. Cas watches my face, realization dawning on him.

     "I think we can make that work," he whispers, pushing me back so he can crawl on top of me, inching his way up my torso. He leans down and I start to close my eyes. Cas hovers above my face.

     "If you're in pain, we stop," he says. "Seriously. I don't want to reopen your stitches."

     I open my eyes. "This is not a sexy conversation," I tell him, frowning.

     Cas grins. "Oh, so sorry, is this better?" He ducks his head, nipping at my neck, pulling at the skin as he trails his lips over my throat. He sucks on my jaw. "Or do you prefer this?" He slips a knee between my legs. I grab the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss that's deep enough to silence him. Cas moves, one hand coming to rest on my good arm that's cradling his face. He uses the other arm to anchor his body, pressing right into the bandage with his palm. I moan, the pain mingling with the pleasure, and he jolts backwards.

     "It's okay," I say pulling him back in. He kisses me back before parting, sliding down the length of my body. His fingers hook into my boxers and I lift my hips so we can get them off. I point to the left of me. "Condom's in—."

     Cas goes, "I know where the condoms are." He gets a hand around me, jerking me to attention. "We don't need it just yet." Cas moves slowly, creating enough friction that it doesn't take but a moment for me to get hard. He sucks the head into his mouth, running his tongue over the tip. It's so good I have to clench at the bed to keep myself from fucking upwards. 

     I sit up on my good elbow, looking down at Cas, who is caught up in his own work he doesn't even really notice. "Cas," I say. He looks up but doesn't pull off. He takes me deeper, looking me right in the eye. "Get the lube."

     He lets me out of his mouth, using his hand instead. "Eager are we?"

     I stare at him, stare at his flushed cheeks and lips, stare at the way he's regarding me, like he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

     "I want you to fuck me," I say finally. Cas's grip stalls and his eyes get wide.

     "What?" he says, his eyebrows hunching over his eyes. "Have you even—," he stops, interrupted by the Ring going off. Charlie and Delta go flying out of their beds as they race downstairs.

     "It's fine, it's just the motion detection. Probably a squirrel."

     The front door swings open loudly and Amelia's voice calls out, "Dres?"

     Cas's eyes get wider, if that's possible, and he flips off of me like a dead fish. "Amelia," I call out. "Stay where you are."

     "What? Why — oh my god is Cas up there!"

     Trying to quickly and stealthily put on pants with one arm is an actually ridiculous task. Almost as ridiculous as Cas trying to put his button up back on in record time. We get downstairs looking like a dead giveaway. Amelia's sitting on the couch, arms and legs crossed like she's a parent waiting up for their teen to get in past curfew.

     "Good morning Calvin," she says, tone sugary sweet. "Brother." She glances between us. Cas and I don't make a move to speak. I think about what kind of explanation I can give that will make sense but isn't we're fuckbuddies. "Well, I, for one, am starving. Let's go to breakfast, shall we?"

     Cas glances at us and goes, "I'm gonna...."

     "Oh, no, join us, please. You'll actually need to drive because I got dropped off and it looks like Dres's car is not here, either?"

     My expression is pained. "I could just cook."

     Cas gives me a look. "That would fall under the strictly prohibited tasks."

     "I can't just not cook, I'll starve," I say pointedly.

     "I mean that's farfetched, but okay," Cas responds.

     "Wow, I did not miss this. Dres, can you, like, make yourself look less like a walk of shame? We are going to be in public and I know people," Amelia says and Cas cackles.

     "What about him," I say pointing at Cas.

     "Cas looks put together," Amelia responds with a shrug. "Quickly now. I'm famished."

      I turn around, trudging back up the stairs. "I should go help him," Cas says turning, too. "You know as his doctor. Seems like the right thing to do."

     When we get upstairs, I head into the bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and applying toothpaste. "She's going to give us the third degree, now, huh," Cas asks taking my toothbrush out of my hand. He puts it in his mouth without ceremony. I stare at him, gaping in mild horror. "I just had your dick in my mouth. What's a toothbrush?"

     I bend over and get another toothbrush out from under the sink. "You could've just asked for one," I say as I apply toothpaste again.

     "And deny myself the pleasure of using your toothbrush?" Cas asks around a mouthful of foam. He leans over, spitting in the sink. The toothbrush hovers by his mouth and mine's in the back, near my molars. I stab myself in the cheek painfully when he asks, "Have you ever been fucked before?"

     I lean over, spit, and then say, "Yes."

     Cas doesn't mask his surprise. "Really? I always thought you were a strict top."

     I shrug. "I mostly am. I'm particular about it. I don't do it that often or anything."

     "Oh," Cas says and he's blushing, maybe, a little. "Well, I've never topped at all."

     "I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to obviously," I say slowly.

     Cas responds quickly, "I want to."

     My skin's hot. I nod. "Okay, let's go get this breakfast over with, then, yeah?" I place my hand on his shoulder, pushing him out of the bathroom. He helps me out of the scrub top and I apply deodorant, which Cas promptly takes from me, undoing the first buttons on his shirt so he can apply it. This feels like married life. This feels hopeful to me. But then I wonder why Cas hasn't bought it up because it's more like him than it is me to start the what are we conversation.

      When we come back downstairs, Amelia's feeding the dogs. "Easy on the canned," I say grimacing at how large of a scoop she's dividing between the two bowls.

     "Took you long enough," she says. "You starve your dogs, you know that."

     "I feed the recommended serving size," I respond.

     "Uh huh. Okay, let's go. Cas you gonna let me drive that sweet ride of yours?"

     "He most definitely is not," I say before Cas can agree. "She doesn't have a license."

     "Semantics!"

     Cas ignores us. "So, the diner, then?"