Destiel- Drive me Crazy (Completed)

First Date

"What do i do now?" Dean mumbled, laying his head in his hands. We were in my car, parked far away from the track, far away from people. Dean had approached me after practice one, i could see he was desperate and lost, he almost burst out into tears before we reached the parking lot. 
"That's up to you Dean. You have two options really... Option one: seeing as you like women too, you could try and ignore your other side and pretend to be straight until you die, knowing i am the only one who will ever know the truth... or option two, you could accept the truth and learn to love that other side of you, maybe even publicly someday."  Dean looked up from his laps, his eyes glistening. "But either way I'll be here. I'll understand."
He smiled and slid his hand over to sit next to mine, obviously uncertain about his next move. I took the initiative and laced our fingers together. 
"Or.... You could just take it one day at a time and see which option looks more appealing in a few months" I said, rubbing my thumb along his knuckles. I noticed the bruises there. "What're these from?"
Dean shrugged and tried to pull his hand away, either ashamed or angry, i couldn't tell. I held his hand sturdy and lifted it to my lips, kissing the bruises. At first Dean blushed, trying to avoid looking at me, but he soon relaxed and smiled. 
"How about we go see a movie?" I saw the hesitation on his face. "We can just go as friends, it's dark, very unlikely to be recognised... Just two friend's 'hangin out'. What do you say?" 
Dean chuckled at my air quotes, breaking into a proper smile and i suddenly remembered how handsome he was. "Okay. Yeah, that sounds good."

The day of the movie arrived and i was overly excited. I picked a cheesy horror, it was a late night viewing on a weekday, that way i figured there'd be less people. We drove separately, to avoid it feeling or looking like a date, and met up in the lobby. Dean bought sweet popcorn and i grabbed a caramel latte. Dean was shifty until we got to our seats and the lights dimmed. He visibly relaxed then, slumping in his seat and stretching his legs out. The perks of premium seating. It was nice to see him like that, relaxed, at ease, plus it was hot as hell, his shirt had ridden up just enough to reveal a slip of toned, tanned skin. He glanced over,  noticing me staring, and winked.
"See something you like?" He chuckled. I blushed and looked back at the screen where the trailers were starting up. I had overestimated how busy the place would be: There were a group of teenagers in the fourth row, a couple in the first row and a couple of loners dotted around, none nearby.
"Place is pretty empty huh?" Dean whispered, seeing me look around. I nodded. And that was all we said for at least the first hour. The film was actually pretty good, unexpectedly. There was a jump scare just then, I -being the jumpy idiot i am- practically leapt from my seat, spilling what was left of my drink all down the front of my shirt. 
"Shit" I hissed, wiping at the coffee frantically. Dean smiled as if he wanted to laugh and i shot him a glare. "I need to wash this off before it stains, I'll be back"
Dean nodded and watched me as i scuttled away and off to the bathrooms. I scrubbed at it for a few minutes, splashing water from the sinks, but it wasn't doing anything. Grumbling, i kept swiping at it.
"Don't think it's working" Came a voice from the door. I spun and found Dean grinning to himself.
"It's not funny, Winchester"
"Yep, i think you'll find it is, Novak" He locked the door and sauntered over, mocking me with his clean clothes. There was no one else in the bathroom with us. "Take it off." He said suddenly, as if he had to force it out.
"Pardon?" 
"Take the shirt off, trust me" He offered no other explanation, but I did trust him, so i began unbuttoning my shirt. My hand's trembled and i struggled to get them undone. "Here, let me help"
Dean smacked my hands out of the way and began to unbutton my shirt. He slowed down considerably after the first three, either for effect or because he'd just realised what situation he was in. I sucked in a breath as his fingers grazed against my abdomen, trying to steady my heart rate and remain calm. He finished with the buttons and for a moment we both stood, frozen, my shirt hanging open. It wasn't long however before Dean stepped closer, hesitantly reaching out to me. I took his hand and laid it on my stomach where my muscles bunched under his touch, he stroked down to my waistline and hooked his fingers in my belt loops to pull me closer, his eyes never leaving my chest.
It was slow, tender, almost scared. His hands found my hips, and his thumbs rubbed circles where they landed. Cautiously- as is he were some frightened animal- I brought my hands up to his face and cupped his chin, tilting his face so his eyes met mine.
"It's okay Dean..." I breathed, setting my arms on his shoulders so my hands brushed the hairs on his neck, he sighed and leant in, connecting our lips hesitantly. It was a gentle kiss, nothing more than the brush of lips really, his hands became more confident, roaming my chest and pushing the shirt off my shoulders while his lips moved from mine to trail down my neck. I shuddered, running my hands through his hair as he nibbled at the hollow of my neck. I felt him smile against my skin when I whimpered, his tongue soothing over my pale skin. He backed my up against the sinks, his kisses becoming more desperate, and i pulled his body onto mine, every notch of our bodies locked together as he forced hums and sighs from me. My hands slid to his ass, slipping inside his jean pockets to rest there comfortably. I could feel the bulge in his jeans growing against my own, and as much as i wanted to strip him off and take him right there and then, i knew what i had to do. 
"Dean..." I sighed, tipping my head out of his reach. He snapped out of his trance and furrowed his brow. "I want to... Trust me i want this, but this isn't the place. And i don't want you rushing into anything you'll regret, either." I kissed the soft skin behind his ear and he smiled faintly and nodded. I reached for my discarded shirt but Dean stopped me and began taking his plaid off. 
"Dean i thought i said-"
"Don't worry, i heard you" He said. He shed the shirt and handed it to me. He still had a t-shirt on underneath.  "Here, put this on."
To say i wasn't expecting it was an understatement. I slipped it on and buttoned it up, turning to the mirror. "Not sure it's my style-" I chuckled. "But thankyou"
Dean reached around me, resting his head on my shoulder, and unbuttoned the top two, revealing a bit of skin. "There, I'm no fashion guru, but this suits you" He reached inside the fabric to lay a hand on my heart.