Set Fire To My Heart

Chapter 12: Burns So Good

"I want you to shower for me, Dean," Castiel offers. "In particular, I want to watch. I will be outside the glass. I will not enter, and I will only touch myself if you allow it. Again, you have the right to turn this down, no hard feelings. Either way, I would still feel better if you stayed," Castiel nods and takes another drink.

Dean blinks a few times as he takes in Castiel's request. He feels his cock twitch in curiosity, and he shifts in his seat as he considers the condition. Dean looks up to Castiel with wide eyes. "I haven't... I've never done something like this," he admits with a soft sigh. He worries at his bottom lip and rubs the back of his neck. Dean takes a deep breath, looking Castiel in the eye. "Okay, full disclosure. I'm bisexual, but I've never actually been with another man," he nods.

Castiel is startled by the admission. "Oh, I'm... well, I. Maybe I played my hand too early then," he stumbles. "You know what, forget about the whole thing. I didn't realize that you, well... I assumed you were comfortable with the mutual flirting and that you had been. It was my mistake," Castiel rambles, and stands. "Please excuse me. The guest room is the door across from the kitchen here," he points, then bolts from the room. There is the sound of a door slamming somewhere down the hall, then silence.

Fuck. Dean sighs heavily, staring at the empty seat Castiel occupied not moments ago. That went just about the way he thought it would. Dean looks at the table and decides to make himself useful. He clears off the surface, putting their dishes in the dishwasher and gets rid of the empty bottles, tidying up the kitchen. Taking a seat, Dean buries his face in his hands, unsure of his next move. He could just go to sleep in the room he was offered, or could just leave and try to forget about the other man. Dean sits for a moment and runs through his options.

Once inside the safety of his room, Castiel falls onto his bed and groans. It would be like him to move too fast and not see all the flags waving in his face. "Not a virgin, but damn close," he mumbles into the pillow. His cock twitches in his pants at that prospect of deflowering Dean, but that idea is plain disrespectful. That man deserves so much more than some thirsty middle-aged shop owner. Growling, he decides to take matters and other things into his own hands. Maybe if he isn't strung so tight, he can salvage the night.

Peeling off his clothes, Castiel enters his master bathroom. Going over to the shower, he turns the water as hot as he can stand and enters the enclosure. The steam and warmth flood his senses, and he moans softly.

Dean takes a deep breath and pushes up from the table and makes his way into the guest bedroom before he loses his nerve. He looks around the lavish room and makes a low whistle through his teeth. Nodding, Dean focuses on his mission. He finds the guest bath and locates a towel. Removing his clothes, Dean folds them neatly and wraps the towel low on his waist. He turns the shower on and returns to the bedroom, making sure the door is wide open. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, and waits, hoping this works.

Thinking hard, the water muffling the sounds around him, Castiel reasons that he needs to apologize. Making assumptions about another is what caused him to move out here in the first place, severing ties with everyone he knew. Surprised how clear-headed he feels, he turns the shower off and exits the bathroom. Changing into sweatpants and a soft grey t-shirt, Castiel leaves his room and heads back down the hallway. The guest room door is open, and Castiel sucks in a breath. "Dean?" He calls out, hearing the water running in the other shower. "I really need to apologize," Castiel says, his voice louder than the stream of water.

Dean lifts his head at the sound of Castiel's voice, his cock gives a twitch of excitement and a thrill he's never felt. Pushing up from the bed, Dean eyes the door. "What was that?" Dean calls back, a small smirk on his face.

Reaching his arm around, Castiel knocks on the door. "Dean? Can we talk?"

"Yeah, sure. Come in," Dean answers, narrowing his eyes.