If not later, when?

Chapter 5 [the piece of art.]

The next morning was hot. I had woken up early due to the heat. I was lying down on my bed, staring out the window. The sun beat down through my window, illuminating my transcribed music and Walkman on my desk.

Dean and I had been jogging every morning for the past week. We wouldn't ever talk much, but when he first invited me, my stomach did a flip. It was something I looked forward to every morning. Dean probably never gave it a second look, but it meant everything to me. However, this morning he must have gotten up early, because by the time I woke up, he soon walked back in, all sweaty, to the house.

The thought of him glowing in the sun without a shirt made me sweat. Dean was a piece of art. Broad shoulders, strong arms, freckles dotted all over his face and eyes that were the color of ivy. As much as I hated to admit it to myself, I found him beautiful. More beautiful than any other person I had ever met. You had to stare at him just to find out why you couldn't look away. Thinking about him like this was a mistake however, because I got hard. My hand started to travel down my pants when my door swung open. I quickly grabbed the book on my side table and opened to a random page. Dean walked into my room and leaned against my bed frame. I refused to meet his gaze and I could feel my checks burning up.

"What are you doing ?" He asked me.

"Reading." I said as nonchalantly as I could.

"Why aren't you with everyone else down by the river?"

"I uh, I have an allergy."

I finally met his eyes and he had the biggest smirk on his face that made my stomach drop. He raised an eyebrow at my response.

"Huh. Me too. Maybe we have the same one?"

He was playing with me. I was so embarrassed I had to look back down at the open page. He sensed my discomfort so he eased back.

"How 'bout we go swimming? Just the two of us."

My eyes shot back to him. Was he being serious?

"Right now?"

He smiled at me.

"Right now."

He walked over to the side of my bed and took my hand to pull me up. I noticed that the "problem" I had before he walked him hadn't gone away and I stopped myself from getting up.

"Do we really have to go right now?"

I looked down at my shorts and back up at him.

He was smiling at me. He had already seen. He let out a quick chuckle and let go of my hand.

"Let me go change. Then we'll go."

He walked out through the bathroom connecting his room and mine.

How could I have been such an idiot. I slammed my head back on the bed in anger. I finally swallowed my pride and walked into the bathroom to grab my swimsuit. I looked over into Dean's room and he was pulling up the rest of his swimsuit, flashing some of his ass. My cheeks went instantly red again when he turned around and we made eye contact.

"Later!" He said with a smile and walked downstairs, leaving me in the bathroom in shock.
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I was sitting in the pool reading over my music. I was still thinking about what happened in the bathroom that morning. Dean had been swimming laps but stopped and swam over to me. He looked over my shoulder to see what I was doing.

"Cas. What're you doing?"

"Reading." I said blankly.

"No you're not."

I smiled with my back still turned away from him so he couldn't see.