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annundrielZombie Apocalypse, What Zombie Apocalypse?
Dean/Castiel
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Alternate Universe
Dean's got a horror movie obsession. Cas' reserves of saintly patience only go so far.
Written for the Multi-Fandom College AU Comment Fic Meme. Originally posted here. This version has one or two small changes.
ETA: Sequel here with Let's Misbehave.
A loud sigh comes from the other side of the room. Dean smirks against the mouth of his beer and reaches for the remote, turning the volume on Zombie Apocalypse IV up another two clicks.
It’s not that Dean hates his roommate; it’s just that his roommate makes it so easy to drive him crazy. Dean figures he takes so much joy in tormenting Cas because he only sees Sammy at break time now.
Besides, he does it out of, like, affection or something. Somebody’s got to get Cas to relax a bit, might as well be Dean. Helps him build character or some other Kumbaya bullshit. At least, that’s what he hears Cas mutter to himself whenever he comes back to find Dean’s empties everywhere but the trash and Dean watching some hybrid soft-core horror film.
There’s another sigh, sharper this time, followed by some muffled words.
“What was that, Cas? I can’t hear you.” He doesn’t have to look to know exactly how stiff Cas’ shoulders are. They’ve played this game before; Cas will try to study, Dean will watch his movie, they’ll argue, and then Cas will leave to study in the library with his weird Bible group friends. Dean’s only ever met two of them. They came looking for Cas once, weird and formal with their Village of the Damned stares and “Where is Castiel?” Creeped Dean out, though the red-head was kinda hot…
"Dean, do you have to watch that now?"
Dean doesn't look away from the screen, just takes another swig of beer and keeps watching. “You could leave, y’know. Plenty of places to study on campus.”
There’s a thud as Cas’ arm hits his desk. “It’s my room, too, Dean. I shouldn’t have to leave.”
“Yeah, well,” Dean says, belching. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Would you at least turn it down?”
"Blow me."
Under the screams of blonde teenage girls, Dean hears Cas sigh heavily. He’s going to deflate himself completely if he keeps letting air out like that.
"Okay."
Another girl gets mauled on-scre—Wait. What?
"Wait. What?"
Only then does he notice that Cas has twisted in his desk chair and is watching Dean, eyes wide and serious and studiously avoiding the mess of obviously fake blood and brains on the TV. "If it will get you to shut that off, I'll blow you."
Dean snorts and looks back at the screen. "Yeah, right."
“I’m serious, Dean.”
“As a heart attack,” Dean mutters. He looks at Cas again. If smart, awkward, goody-two-shoe guys who wear dumbass sweater vests and polos and button down shirts got him going, Cas would be his type.
They aren’t, though, not really, so Dean’s never had to worry.
Except that Cas is looking at him now, considering, corners of his mouth turned down in something that’s not quite a pout. It pushes his bottom lip forward, reminds Dean that, okay, once or twice he may have—may have; he admits nothing—jerked off thinking about Cas’ mouth and how it would feel wrapped around his dick.
And, fuck, he’s tempted. He likes blowjobs and, wonder of wonders, he likes Cas. Even with the clothes and the weird daily Bible-related almost-ritual he has. Sam says it’s called praying and that Dean should try it some time; Dean says that if that’s just praying he’ll trade Dad’s Impala in for a moped. Dean’s never seen anyone so intense about getting on their knees.
Which plants the idea of Cas on his knees between Dean’s own that much more firmly in Dean’s head and—
“Yeah, okay,” he says, setting his beer on his nightstand along with the remote.
Cas looks at him for a long moment, long enough that Dean wonders if maybe they’re now playing some weird game of gay chicken because, fuck, isn’t there something in the Bible about not sucking your roommate’s dick? Thou shall not suck cock. But then Cas stands up and crosses the room. Dean straightens up on his bed, sliding until he’s sitting on the edge, feet planted firmly on the ground.
Frowning, Cas toes a pair of Dean’s dirty boxers out of the way before kneeling between Dean’s parted legs. “You’re disgusting,” he says, hands hot and strangely graceful as he steadies himself on Dean’s thighs.
“I gotta be free to be me.”
Cas’ mouth twitches. Dean thinks it might be a smile. If Cas actually hated him, couldn’t stand him, he wouldn’t still be rooming with him. He also probably wouldn’t voluntarily be undoing Dean’s jeans, reaching through the opening of his boxers to pull Dean’s cock out.
He’s really going to have to ask Cas about the whole cock-sucking thing because, Jesus fucking shit, Cas knows what he’s doing. Cas definitely knows what he’s doing with a mouth like that, blue eyes flickering up at Dean through lashes that should be a sin.
Cas licks and sucks, holds and strokes until Dean is hard and panting for it, zombies and bimbos completely forgotten as Cas blows him. It doesn’t take long before he’s tugging at Cas’ hair, gasping that he's about to come, and then Cas is pulling off, working Dean toward it one-handed while he grabs the boxers he toed out of the way. Before he knows it, Dean's coming all over his old boxers, collapsing back against his bed.
After a moment, he levers himself up on his elbows to look down at Cas still kneeling between his thighs. He’s studying his hand, the only place he got any come on him—the persnickety clean-freak—and Dean suddenly has the urge to hold Cas down and rut against him, come on his skin until Cas is a sticky, quivering mess.
Instead, Dean tucks himself back into his boxers and says, “I didn’t think nice boys sucked cock like that.”
Cas looks at him, eyes gone dark, and tilts his head. “Who says I’m a nice boy, Dean?”
Dean fights a shiver under that gaze. Wow, okay. Clearly Cas is full of surprises.
Wiping his hand on the boxers he’s holding, Cas looks at him a moment longer before standing up, turning to move away. “Will you turn it off now?”
Turn it—? Oh, yeah. The movie.
“No, I don’t think so.”
Cas sighs, shoulders slumping. “Dean,” he says, disappointment evident in his voice. “We had a d—”
Without thinking, Dean stands up and tugs Cas back around, kisses him in the small space of neutral floor in their room where it’s not quite Dean’s mess and not quite Cas’ everything-in-its-place philosophy. Cas makes a surprised sound against his mouth, but Dean kisses him through it and before long Cas is opening up against him.
“No, see,” Dean says, pulling away. “I think, sure, I’ll turn the movie off, but then I’m going to blow you and you’re going to relax. Maybe tell me where the hell you learned to do that thing with your tongue. Then you can study.”
Cas drops his head against Dean’s shoulder in defeat. It’s too slow to stop Dean from seeing the smile blooming there, though. That, and the fact he can feel Cas hard against him, has Dean doing mental victory arms. Hell yeah.
“You’re going to be even more insufferable now, aren’t you?” Cas’ voice does all kinds of pleasant things to Dean’s body.
“Don’t you know it,” Dean says, and drags Cas over to his bed.
Dean/Castiel
R
1239
Alternate Universe
Dean's got a horror movie obsession. Cas' reserves of saintly patience only go so far.
Written for the Multi-Fandom College AU Comment Fic Meme. Originally posted here. This version has one or two small changes.
ETA: Sequel here with Let's Misbehave.
A loud sigh comes from the other side of the room. Dean smirks against the mouth of his beer and reaches for the remote, turning the volume on Zombie Apocalypse IV up another two clicks.
It’s not that Dean hates his roommate; it’s just that his roommate makes it so easy to drive him crazy. Dean figures he takes so much joy in tormenting Cas because he only sees Sammy at break time now.
Besides, he does it out of, like, affection or something. Somebody’s got to get Cas to relax a bit, might as well be Dean. Helps him build character or some other Kumbaya bullshit. At least, that’s what he hears Cas mutter to himself whenever he comes back to find Dean’s empties everywhere but the trash and Dean watching some hybrid soft-core horror film.
There’s another sigh, sharper this time, followed by some muffled words.
“What was that, Cas? I can’t hear you.” He doesn’t have to look to know exactly how stiff Cas’ shoulders are. They’ve played this game before; Cas will try to study, Dean will watch his movie, they’ll argue, and then Cas will leave to study in the library with his weird Bible group friends. Dean’s only ever met two of them. They came looking for Cas once, weird and formal with their Village of the Damned stares and “Where is Castiel?” Creeped Dean out, though the red-head was kinda hot…
"Dean, do you have to watch that now?"
Dean doesn't look away from the screen, just takes another swig of beer and keeps watching. “You could leave, y’know. Plenty of places to study on campus.”
There’s a thud as Cas’ arm hits his desk. “It’s my room, too, Dean. I shouldn’t have to leave.”
“Yeah, well,” Dean says, belching. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Would you at least turn it down?”
"Blow me."
Under the screams of blonde teenage girls, Dean hears Cas sigh heavily. He’s going to deflate himself completely if he keeps letting air out like that.
"Okay."
Another girl gets mauled on-scre—Wait. What?
"Wait. What?"
Only then does he notice that Cas has twisted in his desk chair and is watching Dean, eyes wide and serious and studiously avoiding the mess of obviously fake blood and brains on the TV. "If it will get you to shut that off, I'll blow you."
Dean snorts and looks back at the screen. "Yeah, right."
“I’m serious, Dean.”
“As a heart attack,” Dean mutters. He looks at Cas again. If smart, awkward, goody-two-shoe guys who wear dumbass sweater vests and polos and button down shirts got him going, Cas would be his type.
They aren’t, though, not really, so Dean’s never had to worry.
Except that Cas is looking at him now, considering, corners of his mouth turned down in something that’s not quite a pout. It pushes his bottom lip forward, reminds Dean that, okay, once or twice he may have—may have; he admits nothing—jerked off thinking about Cas’ mouth and how it would feel wrapped around his dick.
And, fuck, he’s tempted. He likes blowjobs and, wonder of wonders, he likes Cas. Even with the clothes and the weird daily Bible-related almost-ritual he has. Sam says it’s called praying and that Dean should try it some time; Dean says that if that’s just praying he’ll trade Dad’s Impala in for a moped. Dean’s never seen anyone so intense about getting on their knees.
Which plants the idea of Cas on his knees between Dean’s own that much more firmly in Dean’s head and—
“Yeah, okay,” he says, setting his beer on his nightstand along with the remote.
Cas looks at him for a long moment, long enough that Dean wonders if maybe they’re now playing some weird game of gay chicken because, fuck, isn’t there something in the Bible about not sucking your roommate’s dick? Thou shall not suck cock. But then Cas stands up and crosses the room. Dean straightens up on his bed, sliding until he’s sitting on the edge, feet planted firmly on the ground.
Frowning, Cas toes a pair of Dean’s dirty boxers out of the way before kneeling between Dean’s parted legs. “You’re disgusting,” he says, hands hot and strangely graceful as he steadies himself on Dean’s thighs.
“I gotta be free to be me.”
Cas’ mouth twitches. Dean thinks it might be a smile. If Cas actually hated him, couldn’t stand him, he wouldn’t still be rooming with him. He also probably wouldn’t voluntarily be undoing Dean’s jeans, reaching through the opening of his boxers to pull Dean’s cock out.
He’s really going to have to ask Cas about the whole cock-sucking thing because, Jesus fucking shit, Cas knows what he’s doing. Cas definitely knows what he’s doing with a mouth like that, blue eyes flickering up at Dean through lashes that should be a sin.
Cas licks and sucks, holds and strokes until Dean is hard and panting for it, zombies and bimbos completely forgotten as Cas blows him. It doesn’t take long before he’s tugging at Cas’ hair, gasping that he's about to come, and then Cas is pulling off, working Dean toward it one-handed while he grabs the boxers he toed out of the way. Before he knows it, Dean's coming all over his old boxers, collapsing back against his bed.
After a moment, he levers himself up on his elbows to look down at Cas still kneeling between his thighs. He’s studying his hand, the only place he got any come on him—the persnickety clean-freak—and Dean suddenly has the urge to hold Cas down and rut against him, come on his skin until Cas is a sticky, quivering mess.
Instead, Dean tucks himself back into his boxers and says, “I didn’t think nice boys sucked cock like that.”
Cas looks at him, eyes gone dark, and tilts his head. “Who says I’m a nice boy, Dean?”
Dean fights a shiver under that gaze. Wow, okay. Clearly Cas is full of surprises.
Wiping his hand on the boxers he’s holding, Cas looks at him a moment longer before standing up, turning to move away. “Will you turn it off now?”
Turn it—? Oh, yeah. The movie.
“No, I don’t think so.”
Cas sighs, shoulders slumping. “Dean,” he says, disappointment evident in his voice. “We had a d—”
Without thinking, Dean stands up and tugs Cas back around, kisses him in the small space of neutral floor in their room where it’s not quite Dean’s mess and not quite Cas’ everything-in-its-place philosophy. Cas makes a surprised sound against his mouth, but Dean kisses him through it and before long Cas is opening up against him.
“No, see,” Dean says, pulling away. “I think, sure, I’ll turn the movie off, but then I’m going to blow you and you’re going to relax. Maybe tell me where the hell you learned to do that thing with your tongue. Then you can study.”
Cas drops his head against Dean’s shoulder in defeat. It’s too slow to stop Dean from seeing the smile blooming there, though. That, and the fact he can feel Cas hard against him, has Dean doing mental victory arms. Hell yeah.
“You’re going to be even more insufferable now, aren’t you?” Cas’ voice does all kinds of pleasant things to Dean’s body.
“Don’t you know it,” Dean says, and drags Cas over to his bed.
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Date: 2010-02-24 11:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-26 08:04 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2010-02-25 12:26 am (UTC)..... "who says I'm a nice boy"? ...It's always the nice quiet ones, Dean.
*fans self*
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Date: 2010-02-26 08:05 pm (UTC)Mmmhmmm. They're the ones you've gotta watch out for.
Dean will learn this very quickly I think, with Cas teaching him. ;)
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Date: 2010-02-25 02:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-26 08:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-25 06:26 am (UTC)Thank you, this was lovely.
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Date: 2010-02-26 08:07 pm (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2010-02-25 06:35 am (UTC)Thanks!!
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Date: 2010-02-26 08:09 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it, thank you!
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Date: 2010-02-25 06:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-26 08:10 pm (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you liked it! :D
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Date: 2010-02-26 08:11 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it! Thanks!
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Date: 2010-02-25 06:54 am (UTC)This is completely excellent. This fandom needs more college AUs. Or at least I need more college AUs.
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Date: 2010-02-26 08:13 pm (UTC)I have a weakness for reading college AUs, so...it was only a matter of time? I'm so glad you enjoyed this, thank you!
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Date: 2010-02-26 10:58 pm (UTC)lol I imagine living with the two of them would probably drive other people crazy. Unless other people enjoyed watching them bicker and argue and then have hot sex...um...actually...mmmmm.
I'm so glad you liked this, thanks! :D
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Date: 2010-02-25 10:06 am (UTC)You write the most sensual pieces of pron yet. ILU
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Date: 2010-02-26 10:59 pm (UTC)Oh, thank you so much! I'm thrilled you like it!
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Date: 2010-02-25 01:03 pm (UTC)What do I have to do to get more?
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Date: 2010-02-27 09:14 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked this!
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Date: 2010-02-25 02:05 pm (UTC)SO WHY DID YOU HAVE TO WRITE THIS FIC AND TEMPT ME WITH IT?I'm just kidding, it's lovely. :) It works really well, I think, because of Dean's cheekiness and Cas frustration, both so IC. Well played.(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-25 02:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-02-25 04:42 pm (UTC)...
*fans self*
UNF, this was hot. Yeah, I'll be in my bunk.
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Date: 2010-02-27 09:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-02-27 09:24 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it! :D
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Date: 2010-02-27 09:25 pm (UTC)I'm so happy you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2010-02-27 09:26 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it! :D
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Date: 2010-02-26 02:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-27 09:27 pm (UTC)In other words, I've been thinking about it. ;)
I'm so happy you liked it!
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Date: 2010-02-26 02:21 am (UTC)You don't know me, but you just made me snort my proverbial milk out my nose.
Hilarious!
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Date: 2010-02-27 09:29 pm (UTC)I'm thrilled you liked it! Thank you! :D
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Date: 2010-02-26 02:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-27 09:30 pm (UTC)It's definitely a fun meme, and worth checking out.
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