I Want To

Intro/Chapter One

Hi! Um so I'm new to this and this is my first fic... so please bear with me! I'm not gonna make this long because no one likes being held up. This is going to be in many different POV's but it'll all make sense I promise! I hope you enjoy!
Warning: Also this is going to have smut in here so if you don't like that turn back now!🙃

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Beep......beep......beep.....! Dean groaned, not wanting to wake up to join and walk amongst the living. He slapped his alarm clock until it finally shut up and started dozing back off to sleep. Dean remembers suddenly and jerks up from the bed and looks at the clock.

8:41 AM

"Shit!" Dean cursed at himself. He had less than 20 minutes to get ready, and make himself look at least semi-presentable for the 9 AM job interview he had at Masters Inc.

After making quick work with a shower and brushing his teeth while he was at it, he hopped out with a white towel wrapped around his waist and glanced at the clock.

8:47 AM

Wow, Dean thought, impressive. Dean then looked in the mirror and ran his fingers through his hair trying to make the best out of it but he quickly gave up. He then put on a pair of black boxers, a maroon button down and exceptionally tight grey jeans. He looked himself over in the mirror thinking that with what little time he had, he didn't look so bad. He actually kind of looked...nice! Speaking of time... Dean thought to himself. He pried his eyes from the mirror and took another glance at the clock.
8:52 A.M.

"Shit!" He cursed at himself out loud for the second time today. Dean grabbed his leather jacket and rushed out of his apartment to get in his beautiful, black Impala that was waiting for him outside.

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Dean was pretty certain that he'd broken at least 12 street laws on the way to the interview. After numerous apologies and violent words being tossed around, Dean opened his door and headed for the gigantic building across the street.

Three seconds later he walks into a wall... or at least, that's what he thought it was until he and the wall groaned in mild pain. Wait! Walls don't make noises! Right...? Do they? Dean took a step back to find out what had he run into. Dean slowly opened his eyes to find himself chest to chest with an absolutely gorgeous man with electric blue eyes, soft lips, and a bit of stubble, that went all the way past his amazingly chiseled jaw, and onto his neck, barely reaching his Adam's apple. He wore a tan trench coat, a suit with a white button up and a backwards blue tie. He had an extremely nice build, and deliciously thick thighs. And then he spoke to apologize. Dean almost creamed his pants right then and there thinking about the things the blue-eyed man could say with that husky, gravel-deep voice that could make anyone writhe. The blue-eyed man caught Dean's eyes roaming his body and cleared his throat.
     "Oh! Yeah, um sorry man... " Dean  took a few steps back, blushed and glanced at his watch.

8:58 A.M.

God Dammit! Dean cursed at himself for what he thought had been the 3rd or 4th time today.
     "Sorry for the short and shitty apology but I really have to make it to this interview...sorry, again...and um, yeah, bye!"
     Dean was startled, wondering why he was at a sudden loss for words, but knew he had approximately less than a minute to make it to his interview.
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     After wrapping up the interview, (that he barely made it to on time) Meg, the CEO of Masters Inc. told Dean that they would call him when the company made their decision.
     Finally making it home, Dean put on a pair of sweats and took off his shirt, trying to ignore the scars he had, and laid down on his bed. His mind wandered. He went through his interview, trying to recall if he'd done anything wrong, said anything he wasn't supposed or could've raised a flag. Nada. He then let his mind wander off a bit more and thought about Sammy and how he was going to Stanford. He also thought about Jess, Sam's ex-girlfriend who died tragically in a fire, like there mother. He thought about how, by the time the firefighters got there it was too late, there wasn't a body to bury, for either of the victims. So they buried an empty casket instead, 'for closure'.

     Dean scoffed, didn't seem to have enough closure for my friggin Dad, Dean thought, he shook his head not wanting to think about that and decided he'd take a nap.  He didn't really think he was that tired but he fell asleep less than 15 minutes later after he closed his eyes.
Dean began to dream.

     It was a late night and Dean was spread out, shirtless, and tied to a big, velvety, queen sized bed. He tested the binds, whoever tied them must have experience because Dean knew he wasn't getting out of them anytime soon. Then out of nowhere came a man- not just any man- Dean recognized the man as the one he'd run into (literally) earlier that day. The man ran his fingers over Dean's body as Dean stared into those amazing blue eyes, stifling a moan. Dean knew he could get lost in those eyes if he stared long enough. The man slipped off his trench coat and loosened his tie. He crawled on and up the bed more towards Dean's face and glanced down at his lips, subconsciously licking his own. Dean felt a rush of blood going down south and it seemed the blue-eyed man noticed. He pressed his lips to Dean's neck, his shoulder, his collarbone and down his chest, running a warm tongue over one of his nipples while pinching and rubbing the other, ever so slowly making his way lower.

     Dean let out a moan and saw the man smirk. He saw Dean was achingly hard now and leaking pre-come all over his stomach. Dean looked down and saw that he had no scars and he was grateful because this meant that the man would have him, that the man would take him because he wasn't broken. The man kissed down his torso and passed the place he knew where Dean really wanted him to be, pressing a kiss at the corner of his groin. Dean moaned even louder when the man started sucking on the inside of his thighs, making red and purple marks there, marking Dean as his and no one else's. Then, when Dean least expected it the man took Dean's length all the way down his throat an sucked hard, bobbing his head up and down, twirling his tongue around the head of Dean's cock, as Dean tried to hold his composure that was steadily slipping every now and then when the blue-eyed man's tongue dipped into the slit of his dick.

     "SHIIIIIIIT! I'm gonna... I'm about to, ... Fuck fuck fuck FUCK! I'm-"

     Dean suddenly woke up and saw himself rock hard in his sweats... he quickly pulled out his throbbing, leaking, 9-inch cock and thinks about all the things the blue-eyed man did to him and he strokes once and cums all over himself with a loud moan. He caught his breath and cleaned himself off with one of the baby wipes that he kept in a box in his nightstand. Then realizing what he'd  done, he began to panic but then soon relaxed.

    I probably won't see him again anyway so what's to worry about?... Dean thought relieved but also kind of disappointed. Knowing that he was not going to be able to fall back asleep again, he changed into a different pair of sweatpants and laced up his tennis shoes. He grabs his iPod and earbuds and decides that he would finally go on one of those late night runs Sam always nagging him about.