((PENIS WARNING))

The next day was the worst day that week.

"Dean!" the owner called out to the worker. He was currently carrying heavy boxes to the hall where the talent show would be taking place, not that there was much talent to show. He and all the other workers always scoffed at the event away from the ears of the rich, knowing it could lose them their job. The owner walked up in his freshly ironed suit, making him stick out like a sore thumb on the dirt trail, and approached Dean. "You will be dancing in the talent show correct?" the man asked, nasily voice already grating on the dancer's nerves. "Yes sir," Dean answered shortly, setting the box down.

"What will you be dancing?"

"What I always dance sir, tango or a twist on it," he answered, mildly annoyed.

"Dance something else."

"Exuse- what? What will I dance?"

"Something interesting,"

"But sir you always tell me to dance the tango"

"Its boring. no one cares about you dancing the tango. do something interesting."

"Okay I've got plenty of good ide-"

"no. Do some western dance seeing as thats the theme this year. I don't want good 'ideas' from some street brat. I want something people enjoy"

Dean was fuming now, fists clenched. It took all his strength not to beat the man to a pulp right then and there. "Yes sir," he said, voice forced. The man gave a slimey grin and walked away. Dean angrily kicked the box and finished loading the rest into the building then stormed off to his room, the other knowing to let him be until he blew off the steam.

He slammed the door hard and stripped off his shirt, throwing it to the bed. It was too hot, especailly with his heart rate up due to the adrenaline and anger. He paced the room, putting on music to help calm him down. He was about back to a normal level when he heard a knock on the door and someone call his name.

The dancer growled and went to the door, opening it up. Cas stood there, looking hopeful and innocent. He sighed and gestured for the boy to come in, "Come on in Cas," he offered. The younger man hesitantly walked in, looking around. "You've got your own room, it's nice." Cas complimented.

Dean looked around his room. Worn down wood floor, old record player in the corner, a few cheap chairs, clothes everywhere. "Eh. . . not really," he said, chuckling along with Cas.

"Are you okay?" Cas asked, studying Dean with intense blue eyes. "Yeah yeah, fine," Dean said, waving a dismissive hand in the air.

Cas caught the dancer's hand in his strong grip and pulled him closer, studying him. "No you aren't," he accused, "what happened?"

Dean shook his head and gently pulled his hand away. "Nothing, Zacharia is just being. . . Zacharia," he said. Cas chuckled a little and put his hands on Dean's shoulders, pulling him close. "Thats just Zach though," he said, smiling softly. Dean smirked back as he subconsciously started moving a little bit with the music, "Yes, Im sure Im not the only one that wants to beat him to a bloody pulp," he said dryly, smiling just a little.

Cas laughed, "yeah, im sure theres a line," he joked.

They both fell silent, just swaying a little as they smiled. Dean suddenly felt the urge to kiss Cas and he dropped his head down a little further so his and Cas's noses were inches apart. Cas smiled a little and got on his toes to press their lips together softly, his arms tightening around the back of Dean's neck.

Dean was surprised at how pleasant the kiss was as Cas's chapped lips met his. It was different than kissing girls, obviously. Girls were softer. But Cas's lips against his felt so right. It was nice, warm. Toward the chorus of the song the kiss had grown more heated and picked up pace like the beat.

They moved together perfectly, somehow stumbling into the bed and collapsing. They chuckled as the kissed, Dean rolling on too. "You okay with this?" He murmured, wanting to make sure that Cas wanted to do this and he wasn't just assuming because of the reaction. The younger boy nodded and Dean leaned back, tugging off Cas's shirt.

They let their hands wander, worshiping each other's bodies with their lips and hands as the song ended and another started. This one was a bit faster so they picked up the pace a little. Dean didnt want to make the first move at getting their pants off so he let Cas make the move.

He felt the younger man reach down, the heat between them almost too hot as he sucked a mark into Cas's chest so his shirt would hide the bruise. Slowly, their pants and boxers were slid off and they kept kissing.

The dancer didnt want to go too far their first time and he wasn't absolutely sure he had a condom in his bedside table. Instead he pulled back a little and licked over his palm, starin at Cas with dark eyes as his tongue slid between his fingers. Cas groaned and rolled his hips up, both of them letting out gasps at the sudden friction.

The older man reached between them and grabbed both of their cocks in his large calloused hand, stroking slowly as Cas writhed under him.

He smirked at how much control he had over Cas and picked up the pace, panting and groaning against Cas's jaw as he scattered kisses on the dark-haired man's neck.

"Dean, Dean, c-can't, nghhh," Cas whined, panting and rutting against the older man's quick hand and rolling wrist. Dean slowed immediately and pinned Cas's hips down, drawing a high whimper from his partner's throat. "Dean, please," Cas begged, trying to get his hips up into the hand.

Dean shook his head, smirking and kissed down Cas's sweaty body to his red cock. He wanted to taste the boy.

The dancer started off licking up the shaft then sucked lightly at he head, knowing that Cas would come soon. He was right too, after suddenly sucking harder Cas shouted and came into Dean's mouth.

Dean groaned and swallowed it all the jerked himself off to finish. It took a few strokes before he came, panting.

Cas pulled Dean up on the bed and cuddled into his chest. The older man smiled and buried his nose in Cas's black hair, feeling sleep start to take over. "Good?" He murmured. Cas nodded, also starting to fall asleep. Dean kicked a blanket up over them and turned the lamp off, quickly falling asleep with Cas pressed to him.

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I'm SO sorry this took so long I feel horrible. My iPod broke and that's how I usually write my stories (and i just got it back) but that's a sucky excuse and I'm so sorry and I'll update faster I promise.