random yaoi

Niceties

Title: Niceties
Author: hegrrrl2002
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Word count: 4065
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dean is cursed, and has to have sex. Or die.
Notes: I know, it's been written a thousand times. But I never met a cliché I could resist. A big thank you to mmchelle for the readthrough and encouragement.

Niceties

Dean paced across the motel room, kicking the chair out of his way. "Sam, no. No way."

"Everything I'm finding here says you have to do it, or die." Sam shook his head as he leafed through the printouts.

Sam sounded so fucking calm. It made Dean want to hit him. "Lisa is NOT an option," Dean insisted.

"I know you guys aren't on good terms right now, but she'd do it to save your life. You know that," Sam continued, as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world for Dean to fuck his ex-girlfriend because some god damn incubus curse.

Dean tugged at the collar of his shirt. His skin felt itchy, his clothes heavy and uncomfortable. Putting his fist through the dark paneled wall seemed like a really good idea.

"Dean," Sam said sharply.

"What?" Dean lowered his arm. He'd probably only bruise it, anyway.

"Okay. Fine. There are plenty of escort services--"

"No," Dean snapped.

"No?"

"Do I really have to explain this? Or are you just being an idiot on purpose?" Dean pulled a beer out of the fridge, twisted the cap off and threw it across the room.

Sam glared at him. "Don't tell me you've never paid for it before."

"For fuck's sake, that's not what I'm getting at." Dean held the icy beer bottle against his forehead, the cold distracting him momentarily from the ache in his cock. "The way I feel right now, I'm afraid I'll hurt someone. Once I get started." He tried to keep his voice steady.

Sam blinked. "Oh." He glanced down at the notes in front of him, looking distinctly uncomfortable. "Huh."

"Yeah," Dean scoffed. "Huh." He raised the bottle to his lips and drank, but the beer did nothing to sooth his dry, raw throat. He could still hear the dying words of the incubus as he intoned his spell, could still feel the sensation, the urgentneed washing over him. "What are you doing?" he asked as Sam picked up his phone.

"Calling Bobby."

"No," Dean said. "C'mon, Sam."

"Why not? He might be able to help. We have to figure out some way out of this."

"Just not Bobby, okay? I feel like a big enough idiot as it is." Dean took another swallow of his beer and sat on the edge of the desk. "Maybe I can just jerk off. A lot." He rubbed his palm over his thigh but it wasn't his own hand that he wanted on his cock.

"Right." Sam put the phone down. "I don't think that's going to work, Dean."

"Just give me a moment to think, all right? I'll come up with something." Dean tried to focus, he really did, but all he could think of was sex, with the way his cock was pressed against the seam of his jeans. He needed to bury his dick in someone, anyone--Lisa, fuck yeah, squirming beneath him, wet and slick and moaning his name...

"Fuck." Dean scrubbed a hand over his face, defeated. He wanted to puke.

"Then I'm calling Cas," Sam said in a tone that indicated finality. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?"