Destiel One Shots

Tease Me AU

Everyone knew Cas, the golden church boy turned sweet jailbait. However, Cas didn't care for this reputation. Why should he? No one mattered. Well...apart from Dean.

Cas was certainly comfortable with his body, to say the least. To say the most, well, you'd need an entire essay on that.

Put briefly: Cas loved to show his skin in, some would say, feminine ways - wearing little skirts which were lose or swayed in the wind, or ones which were tight and, well, slutty. He loved the way some shirts clung to his quite lanky but growing into a more lean shape of a torso. And he loved pastel colours.

His boyfriend also loved these things.

The sun was high, a gently breeze swept through the suburbs where Dean and Cas' cliché love story began. Dean fell for his almost twink of a neighbour and Cas eyed up his burly but shy guy who was always helping people.

One day, after a long afternoon spent together, they made out up against Dean's shed; Cas' arms were wrapped tightly around Dean's neck as he was pressed against the cold wood in the shade. No one could see them there.

Right now, in that high sun settlement, Dean was lounging in Castiel's garden by the pool but near the house enough that he wasn't in sunlight.

"Dean?" He heard a getting-deeper voice which called for him with trepidation.

Dean looked up to the house to see Cas in some really short jean shorts which has some rips in them. Of course Cas was wearing a little pastel blue tank top saying 'teaser' in calligraphy with them. The tan of his skin perfectly complimented those tones.

He gulped, lost for words at the beautiful sight and also drinking in the reality. He had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

"I'm real, Dean," Cas sighed, mockingly disappointed. Then he made his approach, swaying his hips a little.

Goddamn those hip bones were going to be the death of Dean: sharp, prominent and begging for Dean's lips to smother them in kisses. And he would if could right then.

"What do you think?" Cas turned around, back arching slightly and he bent backwards, looking behind at Dean simultaneously. "Too...revealing?"

"They're gorgeous on you, Cas." Dean's tone had gone from shocked to strangely aroused and much higher.

He couldn't help but stare at his boyfriends ass, all plump and rounded, irresistible. It was a cute bubble butt and Dean remind Cas whenever so appropriate.

Cas knew Dean was gawking as his ass because the next thing Dean knew Cas was was bending over as if to pick up something.

"Aw, come on, Cas. That's not fair," Dean whined.

Cas downright giggled, even if it was in a deeper way, at that. Then he stood back up again and strutted the few paces to his Dean.

"What are you going to do about it though?"

"I'm certainly not going to show you off to everyone else, that's for damn sure," Dean smirked, standing up and closing the distance between their bodies. "Think of what the neighbourhood would say if we did."

Dean leaned in and placed his lips under Cas' jaw, holding Cas by his shoulders. If there was one thing Dean knew for certain in his life it was that Cas loved the soft kisses to his neck. To let him know, Cas let out a small whine that turned into a moan as soon as Dean found his pulse point and sucked there.

"Dean, you're insufferable." Then Cas gasped with a kitten lick to his neck. He came to rest his hands on Dean's pelvis as he let Dean continue to lavish him with his soft lips.

"But you love me," Dean mumbled against his skin before continuing.

"That's true. Imagine what my parents would say when they came back and found me wearing this with you sucking my neck and saying things like you love me? I can't imagine they'd be too pleased."

Thumbs which were once rubbing circles on Castiel's shoulders suddenly stopped their ministrations.

"Don't tell me they're back yet."

Cas quietly snorted. "Don't be ridiculous. It's just Gabriel."

Like a natural reflex, Dean pulled away from where he was kissing Cas' exposed clavicle. "You're messing with me, right?"

"Don't look now but I think he's in my bedroom - he's on my window ledge," Cas mumbled, eyes locked with Dean's.

"Perv. Why is he back early? Him, of all of them."

"Your undying love for my brother and family never ceases to warm my heart, Dean," Cas sarcastically replied. "Truly, you are part of the family."

"Sorry, Cas, I just-"

Cas stopped him right there with a slender finger pressed firmly on his lips. "I was joking. Now, do you want me to do a little dance while we have the opportunity for me to wear these things or not?"

Dean's eyes went wide in surprise.

Cas took that as a yes.