Neon Lights

Chapter 3 - Flesh

•Castiel's POV•

I don't know how to turn Dean on. I don't know how to turn anyone on, I don't know how to be sexy. I've never been sexy before. So how do I make someone who's tough as nails reduce to jelly and start begging me to take my pants off?

Hey, I have an idea! I remember I ran away one night and ended up on the East Side, the dark side of town, where all the gays flock to when they're rejected by the people. That's also where gangs group and drug deals go down. Frankly, I was sure I was going to be raped and/or killed that night. Instead, though, some guy had written a homoerotic book, somehow got it published, and I bought a copy off him. Hid it in the back of my closet so my parents wouldn't find it.

And I brought it with me to Dean's.

I went to grab it out of my bag and sat on the couch next to Dean's feet. He pretended not to notice but I could tell I'd piqued his interest. I've already read this book so I flipped to a sex scene, my favourite one. I didn't look at Dean, just imagined it was he and I in the book doing stuff...I could feel blood rushing to a certain spot between my legs.

I bit my lip. Here's how I get Dean going. I held the book in the middle with one hand so my other hand could rest on my thigh for a moment. I saw Dean fidget. Slowly, I brought my hand up my thigh to rest over the bulge that pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans. I moved my hand, slowly, surely...

Dean brought up a knuckle to his mouth and bit it, still trying to pretend not to notice. But I know he has, and I know he's trying to act like it's not working, it's not turning him on.

But it definitely is.

"Cas," he finally choked out, inspecting the teeth marks on his knuckle. "Yes, Dean?" I looked at him innocently.

"What are you reading?" He kept up the act. Damnit, Dean...

"Fifty Shades of the Rainbow," I shrugged, "It's pretty hot."

"Apparently," Dean rolled his eyes, "But if you're going to jerk off, go somewhere else."

"Nah. I think I'll have a shower."

"Bathroom's down the hall," Dean pointed. I grabbed my swim shorts from my bag before I went. Just to tease him, in case he pops in for a visit.

I changed into the swimsuit and climbed in the shower, letting the water run down my back. I turned to face the wall, face up to let the water run over it. Yes, this is relaxing. I needed this.

I could hear footsteps, then the bathroom door opening, quietly. Knew it! I pretended not to notice as he pulled back the curtain and stepped fully-clothed into the shower, inches away from the water.

"Do you always shower in swim shorts, you hermit?" He snapped the elastic of the shorts, and I turned to face him.

"Do you always jump into the shower with other people fully-clothed?"

"Well played," he stepped closer, "But the idea is you'd take off the clothes."

"It worked," I smiled defiantly at him, "I turned you on. That was easy."

"Shut your cake hole," he growled, "I like you more than the usual people. You're different, you're special...it's made me want you for a while, before the night on the beach."

"Then show me that want," I purred, "Show me how much you've gotta have me. Show me, Dean."

"I like this commanding side of you," he came closer to squeeze my thighs, "What do you want me to do, Captain?"