Destiel One-Shots

Night Moves*

Cas didn't really know how this happened. Okay, scratch that. He knew exactly how he ended up in this situation. A few too many drinks, not enough food to counteract it, and one incredibly sexy man asking him to dance. What he didn't know was how or why said sexy man chose him out of everyone at that party. He wasn't exactly anything special. Not compared to the star of the freakin' college football team, who was currently running his hand up and down Cas's inner thigh in the back of the cab.

Cas sucks in a sharp breath as his hand runs right over his crotch. "Dean." He admonishes. The green eyed beauty beside him just snorts out a tipsy laugh. He somehow manages to make even that attractive.

"What?" Dean asks breathily, bringing his lips close to Cas's ear. He doesn't take his hand away, but he does stop his movements. "I thought you liked a little bit of teasing." He adds silkily, leaning closer to press a tender kiss just below Cas's ear. Cas lets out a soft breath, making Dean grin against his skin.

Before he can really reply, the cab driver pulls up to a stop beside the curb. Twisting in the front seat, he looks at the two boys in the back. His eyes flick obviously over the seats before settling on Cas's face. Dean buries his face further into Cas's neck.

"That'll be $27.39." The cab driver says. Cas shifts to fish his wallet from his pocket, and the movement makes Dean's hand slide over his crotch again. Dean's shoulders shake with barely held back laughter as Cas bites his lower lip to stop any kind of sound whatsoever from slipping out.

"That'll be credit." He chokes out, pulling his Visa out from his wallet. The cab driver nods, turning to grab the machine. He punches in the amount, turning back to hand the machine to Cas. As Dean somehow shifts closer, Cas inserts his card and hits Continue. He adds a 15% tip, feeling bad about how obviously horny his companion has been. Once the transaction has been approved, he pulls his card out and passes the machine back.

"Thanks." He mumbles, fumbling with the door handle, and nearly falling out as it finally pops open. Dean tumbles out behind him, sniggering childishly. The cab driver shoots them an unimpressed look.

"Stay safe." He says, raising a slightly amused eyebrow as Cas blushes a vibrant red and slams the door closed. He feels arms wrap around his waist from behind as he watches the cab driver pull away from the curb and speed off.

"Can we go inside now?" Dean mumbles against the back of his neck. Cas feels himself shiver as he looks up at his apartment building.

"Yes, but you need to let go so I can reach my keys." He replies, impressed by how calm and collected he sounds. It doesn't last long, though. He jumps as he feels a hand slip into his pocket, missing a few times and almost going right down his pants. As the hand retracts, it holds up a set of keys.

"You mean these keys?" Dean asks cheekily, nipping a little at his neck. Cas's exhale is breathy and fluttery.

"Yeah. Those keys." His voice has dropped an octave, teeming with want. He swipes the keys from Dean's hand, and promptly leads the way to the front door. He punches in the code to unlock it, swinging the door open for the both of them. Once inside, he quickly dismisses the stairs, instead heading straight for the elevator. Thankfully, it dings open almost immediately.

As they step in, Dean immediately crowds him into the corner. "What floor?" He asks, breath ghosting over Cas's lips.

"Five." He replies shakily, lust surging heavy through his entire body. Dean nods, turning a little to push the little number five, almost immediately hitting the Close Door button. As the door slides closed, Dean turns back to Cas and presses their mouths together needily.