The Youtuber And The Teacher

Not Intended For Children

"Dean!" Gasped Castiel as the taller male splashed him when they were in the pool, the earlier argument almost entirely forgotten.

He grinned as he pulled Cas underneath and gave him a big wet (literally) kiss. He said something but it was muffled simply due to the fact that they were under water.

Cas emerged with his arms around Dean's neck. "What?" He sputtered, water in his eyes.

Dean smirked, a mischievous look in his eyes. He leaned down, his lips tickling his ear.

"Dean!" He smacked his arm. "There are children around here!"

He shrugged, no sympathy showing whatsoever. "Sorry." He said, not sounding sorry at all. "And I'm also not sorry for this."

Cas was about to ask what when Dean gripped his ass and pulled him close to him, the water only helping him bring Cas to his chest. His hand snakes down to Cas's crotch, palming it through the material, making Cas flush red.

"D-Dean . . ." He trailed off as Dean gripped him tight. He wanted to tell him to stop, but it felt so good.

"Yes, baby?" He asked, teasingly.

"There- there aren't children here anymore." They all had left and now it was just the two with a couple of girls who were giggling at something which was probably them.

He grinned at Cas, took a deep breath, and submerged, tugging at Cas's trunks.

With Dean under water, it looked as if Cas was by himself at the deep end of the pool, and with Dean swirling his tongue around his length, he was trying hard not to 1. come and 2. make any faces that gave away what was going on down below.

Dean apparently ran out of breath and came out from underneath, gasping, his face tinted a light pink. He tucked Cas back in. "Never done that before," he grinned and kissed Cas before hearing more giggling from the girls at the other end of the pool.

Cas spent most of the pool time in Dean's arms as he held him with help of the water. He swan around with Cas in his arms and more often than not, kissing Cas breathless (again, literally) under water.

"Hey, what time is it?" Cas asked, drawing circles on Dean's chest with his finger.

He shrugged. "No idea. Hey, excuse me, sweetheart!" Dean called over to the girls who has stayed there, mostly gossiping and doing very little swimming.

The blond one looked up excitedly, while her black haired friend looked embarrassed. "Yeah?"

"Do you happen to know what time it is?" He asked, apparently not receiving the intimate look the blond was giving him. 

She looked surprised. "Oh. Um . . ." She looked at her phone which was lying right next to the pool. "One forty. Why, you got any plans later?" She smiled, seductively.

"Yeah, I've got lunch plans with a group of friends at two," Dean said, still not accepting the so obvious offer.

"Well why don't you blow those plans and come with us?" She purred. Her friend bit her lip, and pushing her chest together in a failing attempt to make her breasts look bigger. The girls were making Cas angry, but he knew Dean would blow them off in some big way as he always did.

Dean shrugged. "I already said. I got plans. I've also got plans tonight if you're wondering as well." He turned away and called back, "Thanks for the time."

"Doing what?" She asked, practically begging for Dean.

Dean sighed. "Well," he said, talking as if to a toddler who won't stop bugging for an expensive toy. "When Dean-" he gestured to himself. "Loves Castiel-" he gestured to Cas.  "Very much and he loves me too, we go to the bedroom and we do this thing involving our-"

The girl made a disgusted sound. "That's sick."

Dean shrugged. "Well, you did ask what I'm doing later. I'm doing him."

She rolled her eyes and turned to her friend. "Come on, Jesse, we're going to the beach."

"You're Dean Metallica." The black haired girl blurted out.

Dean sighed. "Yes," he said and practically dragged Cas out of the pool.

"Come on, Cas," he said loud enough for the girls to hear. "We're going back to the room."

Cas sighed and obliged. He hated when Dean was aggravated because he got all moody and distant.

Cas tried to make it better by interlacing his fingers with Dean's. He gave him a small smile which Dean returned only halfheartedly.