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Chapter 5
The first thing they do as a threesome is go out to eat.
Sam never did get to have lunch. And sulking and agonizing can work up an appetite. So after they squeeze hands, and smile, and Dean’s stomach grumbles louder than the trumpet of an African elephant, they laugh and decide that food would really be a good basis on which to build a new relationship. They tumble into a booth at the Thai place down the block and order steaming noodles and pork dumplings. Dean eases in beside Cas, worried that the simple question of who he sits next to in a restaurant will undo the whole arrangement. But Sam’s legs squeeze Dean’s right leg and Cas’s left leg between them, and he massages their ankles with his own for the whole dinner, building up a pleasant friction as they look at each other and grin and talk about normal college things.
Dean has missed Castiel’s heat next to him, and he dares, as the evening goes on, to lean into it. He watches Sam the whole time, half afraid Sam will snap halfway through the dinner and start to become tense, or frown, or shift uncomfortably. Something to indicate he’s not nearly as comfortable with Dean and Castiel being close as he’s said. But Sam keeps smiling, and if anything, his eyes seem to soften as Dean gets closer to Castiel, his breath coming a little quicker when their shoulders rub and Castiel turns to share a heated glance with Dean. The vortex of air between the three points of their triangle is warming up as the minutes tick away.
And then, Sam’s ankle slides up Dean’s calf almost to his knee. Dean sucks in a short breath, and Sam leans over the table.
“You know what we could be doing right now?” he says.
Dean almost swallows his tongue.
“He has a point,” says Castiel, dropping his hand to squeeze Dean’s thigh.
“Check, please,” says Dean.
They cheat all the way home. Hands slipping by hands, hands on shoulders that last too long, glances, licking lips... it’s nothing that anyone would look twice at, but for the three of them it’s slow foreplay, and it ratchets up the heat that surrounds them, degree by steady degree. The touching slips into overt hand-holding on the staircase on the way back up to Castiel’s apartment, Sam-Dean-Castiel in a chain, conversation gone, all three silent.
The door opens. They slither in one by one by one. Sam rounds on the door and closes it fast. Castiel lurches toward the white-noise machine and cranks it up to its maximum setting.
And they stand, suddenly unconnected, staring at one another.
“Oh, my God,” Dean says. “Where do I start?”
“Wherever you want,” Castiel says. Sam nods agreement.
Dean frowns. “But...I mean, if I choose one first, isn’t... It’s gonna seem like I’m playing favorites. And I can’t--”
Sam laughs and takes Castiel’s hand. “Tell you what. What if we start?”
Dean’s jaw hangs open. He trembles a little. It takes him a good moment to manage an “...okay.”
And then he just watches, body useless and heavy but heating up, as Sam pulls Castiel close and kisses him, long and slow and sweet and full of possibility. Sam’s hands track across Castiel’s stubble. Castiel’s mouth opens, his lips wet and soft and pliable. A flicker of Sam’s tongue. A soft moan, another. Dean’s breath comes shallow, and it sounds way too loud. He’s almost ashamed of it. Just watching them kiss is reducing him to a hoarse, awkward teenager. With a hell of a boner, at that.
And to make it worse, they turn to face him just as he gives in and adjusts.
Sam breaks into a grin. Castiel’s eyebrow rises, and he smirks in that barely-there way of his.
“Hot,” Dean breathes, a lame attempt at explanation. They both just grin harder.
That’s it. Dean’s not gonna let them tease him. He strides forward, grabs them by the waists, and orders them in a gruff voice, “Again.”
This time he’s got the close-up view, can see each movement of their mouths, the swipe of their tongues, can feel the moans rumble up from their lungs and vibrate down their spines into his hands. Sam’s head tilts to the side, and Dean can’t help himself - he leans in and runs his tongue over his brother’s neck; Sam shudders, his voice rising into a strong groan, and he reaches out to pull Dean closer, making his hips bump theirs. Dean’s cock slides against Sam’s thigh, and they both make noise then.
Castiel pulls away, to see what’s happening, and Dean hears the rasp of his breath as his lips break from Sam’s. He turns, head still tilted into the crook of Sam’s neck, and Castiel moves quickly to catch his lips. He tastes like Sam, like Thai and saliva and want, and Dean isn’t sure his knees will hold out when Castiel’s tongue slides into his mouth and licks, carefully and deliberately, along his teeth and lips and tongue.
“Oh, Jesus, that’s so much hotter than on the video,” Sam breathes in his ear. “Wanted to see this so bad.”
Dean tries to say something, but it surges into Castiel’s mouth and ends up as a wordless noise. Castiel pulls away to let him speak.
He turns to Sam. “You wanted to...?”
“Yeah,” Sam says. His voice is that same awed, breathy hush. “It was so hot, Dean. Watching you on that site. Watching the two of you -- I can’t wait to see it all for real. I can’t--”
Dean surges up and kisses him hard. And now there’s the other half of it -- Castiel’s taste on Sam’s mouth, the way Sam’s had been there when Cas kissed him -- and Dean’s dizzy, layers of sensation looping over each other on his tongue and before his eyes and in his heart. He pulls back in another second, hissing, taking in breath. The words come out unbidden, “Love you, Sammy.”
“I love you too, Dean,” Sam says, but now that doesn’t make the circle complete. Now there’s more Dean needs to say.
He turns to Cas, lifts his hand from Cas’s waist and slides it onto his face. Castiel’s eyelids droop to half-mast, the expression that begs for a kiss. Dean indulges him, kissing Castiel soft and slow and sweet.
“And I love you,” Dean whispers, hoarse, on the tail end of it. “Cas, I really do.”
Castiel takes in a breath, then settles his head onto Dean’s shoulder, exhaling hard against his collarbone. He’s shaking with relief, and though Dean doesn’t quite hear the declaration that Castiel whispers, he knows what was said.
Dean sighs, runs one hand along Sam’s back, strokes the nape of Castiel’s neck with the other. “Am I really...” he says in a shaky voice. “Can I really have this?”
“Dean, yes. Yes, you can. And I’ll keep telling you until you believe it.” Sam’s smile is like sunshine. Dean’s half-blinded by it.
“But how do I deserve both of you?”
“It’s not about deserving us, Dean,” Castiel says. “We are not your reward. This will be a relationship, and you will have to treat it with care, just as you would with only one partner. As will Sam and I.”
“I don’t know... I can’t help feeling like I got the better deal,” Dean says. “Like you guys are getting the short end of the stick.”
“Dean.” Sam’s tone drops. “Does this stick feel short to you?” And he rolls his hips against Dean’s in a way that very decisively ends the conversation.
Dean laughs. “Not much I can say to that.”
“Should we go into the bedroom?” Castiel says. “I could turn on the camera.”
“No. No camera.” Dean leans in and kisses him. “This is for us.”
November 3
They don’t bother to introduce themselves again. Castiel switches on the camera, and Sam and Dean are already lying on the bed, kissing, their hands roving over each other’s bodies. Dean breaks from Sam’s lips long enough to moan Cas’s name, and a moment later, Castiel’s coming to lie behind him. Dean rolls his hips back against Castiel’s, and two pairs of hands stroke his thighs and sides. One mouth ravishes his lips. Another lands on his neck. Dean’s moaning brokenly, hard, his hips rolling from back to front and then again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers into Sam’s mouth, “want you both so fucking bad.”
Sam strokes their cocks together in one huge hand as Castiel opens him up; Dean whimpers, swearing a blue streak, begging for more and to slow down before he comes. At last, Castiel holds him steady and pushes into him, and Dean arches back against him, groaning hard. Sam grabs his neck, forces him into hard kisses, and rubs them together until Dean’s breaking into loud moans and spattering dots of white against Sam’s stomach. He rolls onto his stomach, lets Castiel climb on top of him to finish, and Sam strokes himself to orgasm as he rubs Dean’s back.
And at the end, all three of them turn to the camera and say, “Surprise.”
November 15
balthazar33: Fuck can’t believe we get all 3 of you... what about putting Cas in the middle this time
“Something tells me he’d love that,” Sam says, his hand on Castiel’s thigh as the three of them read the chat feed. Castiel nods, and Dean runs a hand up his back. “Yeah, Cas, you want to be in the middle?”
“One condition,” Castiel murmurs. “You both get a turn inside me. I want to feel the difference between you.”
“Oh, you’re gonna compare us now? Tell us which is better?”
Castiel turns to scowl at him. “I haven’t had enough experience with Sam to do that yet,” he says. “I need to fuck you both many, many more times before I decide who’s better.”
“I think I see what you’re up to,” Dean murmurs. He flashes a quick grin and then climbs up the bed. Castiel follows, falling into his arms with a growl.
Sam offers a smile and a “Thanks for the suggestion” to the camera before coming to join them.
December 8
bisexygurl: Sam’s turn in the center. When are you gonna double stuff him hm?
“Oh, Jesus,” Sam murmurs at the thought. “Really?”
“It’ll feel so good, Sammy.” Dean’s comforting whisper is pressed into his lips, and Sam’s moaning already, pressing into Dean’s arms and turning, when Castiel comes to the bed, to push needy kisses into his mouth, too.
“God, fuck, yes,” he murmurs, “yes, want you both, God.”
They work him open together -- finger sliding in alongside finger, Dean and Cas turning to kiss each other as Sam moans with the feel of them -- and then Castiel slides underneath Sam, eases Sam’s loose ass down onto his cock, and pulls him down.
Sam’s body moves in a long curve, ass pushed out just enough for Dean to find his way in, easing himself to sit astride Castiel’s thighs and slide in nice and tight next to him. The noise Sam makes shakes the bed; he flattens himself against Castiel’s body, licking and nipping his mouth. Dean rises to his knees and thrusts in hard.
“Fuck!” Sam grabs the sides of the bed, long arms extending to span its width, and he grunts, then pushes back against Dean’s hips. Castiel cries out beneath him.
“Feel good?” Dean mutters, curling forward to graze his teeth along Sam’s spine.
“So good... so fucking full... oh, god, yeah!” Sam cries out, his body rippling again, and Castiel reaches out to hold him close and brace him against the force of Dean’s thrust.
The bedframe creaks dangerously, but they’re all three of them making so much noise they don’t hear it.
December 16
“So we broke the bed.”
“Yeah. So we’re gonna come back after the first of the year with a better bed.”
“And possibly some other interesting equipment.”
“Don’t promise them things we can’t deliver on.”
“I thought we had budgeted for the spreader bar, at least...”
“...In any case, thanks for all the pageviews. And Happy Holidays!”
January 30
“We’re back. Sorry for the long-time-no-porn. We kept...” Dean scratches his head. “We kept forgetting to turn the camera on. But the good news is, the new bed’s nice and battle-tested now.”
“You’ve been a bad boy, Dean.” The laughter is apparent in Sam;s voice, even as he tries to sound like a serious dom. “You weren’t supposed to tell them all that. You’ll have to be punished.”
“Into the cuffs.” Castiel, at the head of the bed, jangles them ominously before locking one cuff around the bedpost. He doesn’t sound like he’s laughing at all.
Dean winks at the camera. “I think I’m in trouble,” he stage-whispers before climbing up the bed and offering himself to his two masters.
Spread-eagled, cuffed to the bed, Dean gives them the best bring-it-on sneer he can manage, but instead of lashes he gets soft biting kisses to his arms and legs, flickers of tongue on his nipples and teeth skimming across his stomach. “You guys are... agh... way too gentle,” he teases, but the insistent upward thrust of his hips and the trembling hard jut of his cock aren’t nearly as macho. When Sam and Castiel lick at the tip of his cock with wet tongues, then seal their mouths together over it, Dean thrashes hard enough to make the cuffs chime like jingle bells. “Fuck,” he whispers, “fuck, suck it, both of you fucking suck it.” They don’t; they just slide down the shaft to tease his balls and thighs, and Dean strains and groans, head flying back as he tries desperately to push his dick into one of their mouths, then the other.
Then they rise up, kissing and fondling each other before his eyes, Sam’s hand pulling at Castiel’s cock and Castiel returning the favor, and Dean is shouting himself hoarse. “I have to come, oh, my God, guys-- fucking let me come already-- shit!”
Sam turns to him with a wicked grin and picks up a cock ring from the nightstand.
Dean’s grunts of frustration make a spectacular background to Sam’s vigorous fucking of Cas, and it’s only after they’re both done that they release the ring and watch the grand finale of Dean’s long-delayed orgasm with matching sadistic smiles.
February 3
“It’s almost Valentine’s Day. We have a really special announcement coming up. But as you guys head toward that day, remember to treat the one you love with respect and never take him or her for granted.”
“And make sure to get your loved one a really thoughtful gift. Something you know they’ll like.”
“For example. I know Sam likes toys.”
“Yes. Sam likes all kinds of toys. Vibrators, plugs, pumps, nipple clamps. Don’t you, Sam?”
The bound and gagged figure on the bed just nods desperately. Something somewhere on his body buzzes, and he arches and moans.
“That was because I love you,” Dean says, holding up a remote control and winking.
Castiel takes the remote, looks it over, and punches a random button. Sam screams into the gag. Pre-come splashes onto his stomach, and he humps the air.
“And that,” Castiel says, “was because I love you too, Sam.”
Dean turns to him. “Is that the first time you’ve said that?”
Castiel cocks his head. “Well, of course. Didn’t you know it already, though?”
“I did, but it’s still awesome to hear you say it.” Dean leans over and kisses him, and Castiel slides his arms around Dean’s neck. His hand is still closed around the remote, though, and as they cling to each other and kiss harder, another button gets pushed and Sam makes another animal noise.
Castiel breaks the kiss and smirks. “I suppose we should go tend to him.”
“I guess so.” They smile at each other, then turn their attention to Sam.
February 14
“Are you sure about this?”
“Of course I’m sure.” Castiel looks daggers at Sam, who raises his palms as though surrendering.
“I’m just saying,” he goes on, “in case something falls through at the last minute...”
“Nothing’s going to fall through,” Dean says. “Besides, it’s not like we have much of a choice.”
Sam frowns. “I don’t mean that. I know about that. I’m just nervous about the new deal. What if it--”
“Sammy.” Dean takes him by the arm and yanks him down onto the bed. “Things are gonna be fine. Relax.” He gets a pouty look in return, but it’s worth it.
Castiel waits for them to stop glaring at each other before setting up the camera. “Are you ready?”
“As we’ll ever be,” Dean says with a too-wide grin, stomping on Sam’s foot to keep him quiet.
“All right, then.”
The red light on the webcam flickers, then holds a steady red glow. Castiel sits down next to Dean and nudges him to start.
“So,” Dean says, waving at the camera, “hi, guys.”
The chat room lights up with immediate responses -- hi dean and happy v-day, too bad you can’t take my v-card lolol - and mostly whats the big announcement? Lots of that last one. They’ve been expecting it. Monitoring the forums over the past week, they’ve seen a lot of speculation about what Castiel and his playmates are planning on springing on them. Guesses range from a we-quit-doing-porn announcement to the addition of a fourth to their threesome. Neither are true.
Sam chimes in. “We know you all have been worried about our big announcement, so we’ll cut to the chase. This spring, Castiel is graduating. Which means he’s no longer eligible to be a College Angel.”
Lots of wut and i knew it and so what now fills the screen.
“And we’ve all talked about it,” Sam goes on, “and decided we really don’t want to keep doing webcasts on CollegeAngels.com without him. So Dean and I will also be leaving the site.”
“But we’ll be moving,” Dean says, “to a new site. This one’s just for the three of us. And it’s gonna be a pretty cool site. See, the three of us, we’re gonna move into a house together. And the house is gonna have cameras.”
Castiel clears his throat. “When we’re performing,” he says, “you’ll be able to choose between cameras and angles at your leisure. You can follow two or more at once. We won’t be performing all the time, but we will leave the cameras on as much as we feel comfortable. And we think it will be a very interesting experience.”
The first what’s the new site? is quickly followed by the second, and the first three SIGN ME UPs happen in all caps before anyone thinks to ask about the subscriber fee. Dean steals a look at Sam, who’s grinning, and leans over to squeeze Castiel’s shoulder. “This is gonna work,” he mutters, his heart soaring.
“Yes,” Castiel says, leaning over to brush soft lips against his ear, “it is.”
Sam lays his hand on Dean’s back, strokes upward. The current of excitement in the small room is overwhelming, and he’s fighting the urge to just lean in and hold them both tight. But someone’s got to think about the chat room. “We’re going to have all the details to you in the next few days,” he says. “But in the meantime, we’re not going to leave you on Valentine’s Day without giving you our thanks for everything. So please enjoy our last show.”
Dean leans back into his hand, instinctively, and Sam curls his other arm around Dean’s waist, pulling him close. Curled in the protective circle of Sam’s arms, with Sam’s legs opening to provide him a seat between them, Dean sighs, holds Castiel’s hand as he turns to kiss Sam. The kiss is soft and aching, and it seems to go on forever. Just him and Sam, and Castiel close by, and lips and wetness and closeness. He doesn’t even make a sound. It’s all about the feel.
A moment later, Castiel’s tongue is wet on his neck. Dean moans and mumbles into the kiss. “Love you both so much.” Sometimes he says it because he’s incredulous, sometimes he says it to get an answer. Right now he’s saying it because it’s swelling beneath his skin, and he has to let it out. He’s amazed his body doesn’t burst with the intensity of it all.
Castiel slides a hand down his thigh, lands on his knee and feathers his fingers there, light enough to make Dean twitch. Sam breaks their kiss to lift off his own shirt, then slides his hands up Dean’s chest. Too many fingertips, too much sensation. Dean gulps, his whole body twitching. “Oh, God,” he mumbles, rolling his head to the other side, catching Castiel’s mouth with his own.
His lips are on Cas’s lips, but he’s aware more of both their hands -- one on his knee, one teasing against his hardening nipple, two joined behind his back and stroking each other’s fingers against his skin. He parts, sucks in another breath, and lets it out raggedly. Sam moves down his body to take one nipple in his mouth. Without Sam’s body to hold him up, Dean melts, falling backward to the bed with a groan. Castiel follows, his kiss insistent, weight and heat settling onto Dean as he goes. Sam stays behind long enough to pull off his old shirt, then yank at Dean’s pants and boxers to get him naked.
He hisses with the sudden exposure, and Castiel swallows the noise, licks a louder moan from his mouth and grabs both his hands. He pins them above Dean’s head, entangling their fingers, and keeps kissing him, slow and methodical, as Sam lowers his body to Dean’s. Warm chest swiping up his legs, mouth pressed into the crux of his thighs. Dean cries out, a hard noise, mouth breaking from Castiel’s to push a jagged shout into the air as Sam’s mouth washes over his balls. “Sam, holy fuck...”
“Want to eat you out, Dean,” Sam murmurs, maybe not loud enough for the camera to pick up, but the sound ripples through Dean’s body as though it’s thunder. “Want to taste deep inside you, watch Cas fuck you knowing you’re all wet with me.”
“Shit, Sammy.” Dean can’t keep still enough for Cas to kiss anymore. He rears back, and Castiel trails down his neck, presses fluttering kisses everywhere and groans into his throat with that gravel-raw voice. The vibrations resonate in Dean’s chest. “God, I want it, want it so bad, Sammy--” He breaks one hand free from Cas’s grip, grabs him and pulls him close. “Cas, shit, don’t let go of me, I can’t--”
And then Sam is pushing his legs up, rocking him backward gently, and the first slip of Sam’s wet mouth against his hole is too much. Dean screams, making himself hoarse, arms tightening around Cas’s back as he rocks back and forth into the soft slippery lips that are only just teasing, not even inside him yet. “Fuck, fuck,” he chants, almost crying, his cock slapping a quick rhythm against his stomach with each rock of his pelvis. Castiel takes it in his free hand and holds fast, keeps him grounded, makes him stay steady and still as Sam works his way in.
“Love you,” Castiel whispers, his other hand still tangled up with Dean’s above his head. Dean groans, slow, and finds some control; he takes in measured breaths, leans in to rest his head in the crook of Castiel’s neck, and tries to just feel the steady, hot lick of Sam’s tongue inside of him. Castiel’s hand pulses on his cock in time with his slowing breathing. For a moment they’re all calm, all in time.
And then Castiel’s breath hitches, and he whimpers against Dean’s hair; Dean glances down and sees Sam’s hand, snaking up around Castiel’s dick, even as his mouth is still busy. Castiel bucks into the touch, gasping, and the excitement floods Dean in a rush. He hisses, watches with wide eyes as Sam’s hand works, sliding up along the ridge of Castiel’s cock and over the head, holding fast as Castiel’s hips start to rut in quick circles.
“So good,” Dean murmurs, and Castiel echoes the words, his voice breaking. Sam hums in response, his voice reverberating through Dean’s body, and he closes his eyes. God, right now they are all so connected, so stupidly in love, and if Dean could pull them so close they melted into his skin he would. He wants everything, but more than that he loves them so much, and there’s no such thing as too much skin or so much sweat right now. No such thing as too much sensation, and he holds Castiel steady, looking down at Sam and urging, voice hard, “Sammy, come up here, come on, I’m ready.”
Sam takes one last long lick, kisses his thigh with a wet sound, and slides upward. His mouth tastes of sweat and musk, dark and enticing, and Dean takes a long taste of it, pulling his other hand down from above his head to cradle Sam close. He angles his body toward Castiel’s then, whispers, “Taste him,” and ruts his cock against Castiel’s as Cas and Sam kiss above his head. The wet sounds of their kiss, so close to his ears, are so obscene and dirty and good that Dean can feel his balls getting heavy. He swallows hard, tries to hold himself back.
“Fuck my mouth,” he murmurs to Sam. “While he fucks me, come on.”
Sam groans. “For a minute,” he says. “Got a better idea.” Dean cocks his head, and Sam winks. “Trust me.”
“Could never say no to you,” Dean manages hoarsely, and he stares at Sam, smiling, as Castiel works his way down the bed to steady himself against Dean’s hips and well-licked hole.
Dean braces himself against the bed, but he’s silent as Castiel works his way in; Castiel’s the first to groan, looking at him with glazed eyes. “You’re so slick,” he says, “Sam’s licked you out so well,” and Sam grins, shucks his hand up his own cock, and guides it toward Dean’s mouth. Dean opens wide to take him, and it’s then -- when he’s full of cock, stuffed and overwhelmed, with sensations burning along his throat and spine -- that he has to groan, a long sound that’s muffled in the long, thick column of Sam’s shaft and against the swell of his balls.
He can’t see what’s going on above him -- his neck is craned to the side so he can take Sam in easier -- but he is sure he feels Sam shifting, hears him murmur something. A moment later, the angle inside him changes -- a rush of fullness he doesn’t expect -- and Castiel is leaning down over him, hiking his legs up so he can come close enough to kiss. His lips trail along Dean’s neck, lick at the bulging swell of his cheek where Sam’s cock is outlined, and Dean and Sam both groan. Sam pulls out, nudges Dean’s head upward with one gentle hand, and Dean meets Castiel’s eyes His mouth drops open, and Castiel nips at his lower lip, sucks on it briefly, then lets go so he can muscle in another deep thrust.
“Oh, God,” Dean whispers.
“Dean,” Cas mutters. “So good.”
And then Sam’s cock is sliding against Dean’s cheek, tip bumping his lips. Dean purses his mouth to kiss at it, sticks out his tongue to lick it, and through wide eyes he sees Castiel doing the same. Two pairs of lips layer sticky wetness over Sam’s cock, and Sam arches, groaning in a full voice and tangling his hands in Castiel’s hair as he slides, again and again, into the space between their lips. He pulls Castiel’s mouth down over Dean’s, slots in the tip of his cock, and they’re kissing over him, tongues darting and touching, lips smacking in a counter-rhythm to the loud slaps of Castiel’s hips against Dean’s with each thrust.
Dean moans with each completion, again with each touch of his lips and tongue to Castiel’s over Sam’s cock. He can’t lick or kiss or suck enough. Cas and Sam, right there, inside him and on him and around him. The sounds that fill the air. It’s more than he can handle, all of it, and all he can do is push back with more sound and movement, press the intensity of the feeling back up into Sam’s dick, Castiel’s hips and mouth. And still the electric shocks keep coming, keep multiplying, and the friction of Castiel’s stomach against his cock builds as he thrusts and slides up faster and faster. Castiel’s thighs tense between his own. They’re close, they’re both close.
“Fuck,” Sam whispers just as he’s thinking it, “I’m almost there...”
Dean fastens his lips against Castiel’s, and they both suck hard on the head of Sam’s dick.
The explosion comes in a wave, Sam first, then Castiel inside Dean, and Dean rutting up wildly into Castiel’s warm stomach. A cry, an overlapping shout, and Dean’s desperate, strangled noise -- all three of them riding the edge, then toppling off, within seconds of each other. Warm, sticky come covers Dean’s face, Castiel’s too. The stuff dribbles into his lips, drips off his chin and pools in the hollow of his neck. Sam’s hips come to a stuttering stop, and he looms over them, rubbing their shoulders and hair desperately, breathing heavy, slowing sighs. Dean licks at Castiel’s face, tries to clean it with his tongue, and Castiel returns the favor -- soft sucking kisses to each other’s faces that go on for a minute.
God knows how long they linger there, Castiel still buried in him, Sam still towering over the both of them, breathing heavy. But somehow they melt down, separate and lie there, winded and sticky, trading kisses and dumb grins and running loving hands over each other’s sweat-slick bodies. Side by side by side, pressed together, they breathe, the air cooling around them, lazy heat still burning wherever their skin touches.
Sam’s hand crosses over Dean, touches Castiel’s hip. Castiel crooks one leg over both Dean’s and Sam’s thighs. All of them, touching all of them, nobody left out. The little red eye of the camera takes them all in, and it’s like a blessing. That small and constant light, connecting them with the world, promising that they’re all right and they don’t have to hide.
And then it occurs to him. “The camera,” he groans. “We should turn off the camera.”
“I forgot,” Sam murmurs, but his voice is just as sleepy as Dean’s, his limbs just as leaden.
Castiel attempts to move, but the languor has taken him over too. “Why don’t we just sleep?” he says. “We can turn it off in the morning.”
“Works for me,” Dean says. “Cause I’m sure as hell not moving.”
Sam grins. “We should say goodbye, though. Since once we turn off that camera, it’s not going back on again.” He lifts his head and nods at the camera. “Good night, everyone.”
“Goodbye, Collegeangels.com,” Castiel says sleepily, and drops his head to Dean’s shoulder, already falling asleep.
Before he lets his own eyes close, Dean stares straight into the camera and adds, in a soft voice:
“And thank you. For everything.”
15 Years Later
The money from the latest video was enough to get the three of them to Key West for a long weekend, but now they’re home, tumbling in through the front door and still talking about the dolphins and the crazy guy at the airport and the octopus Castiel saw while snorkeling. Dean grabs the mail and sifts through it absently as they set down their suitcases, and while Sam pops every joint in his body, Dean slides his finger under the flap of an envelope and pulls it open.
He makes a groaning noise. “Down from last month,” he says.
Castiel looks over his shoulder. “Not by that much.”
“But still down,” Dean says. “Third month in a row, isn’t it?”
“Dean.” Sam rolls his eyes. “We just got back from vacation. Try not to stress up the house already.”
Dean glares at him. “I’m not stressing up anything.”
Castiel lays a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Give him a break. You’ll understand when you turn 35. You begin to worry if your youth is slipping away. In our line of work, that can be distressing.”
Sam sighs and nods. “Wondering how long you can keep it up?”
“If you make a little-blue-pill joke, Sammy, so help me...”
“Whoa!” Sam raises his hands and laughs. “I didn’t mean that.”
“I doubt your virility is in question, Dean,” Castiel says.
“It better not be, after the weekend we just had.” Dean slides his arms around Castiel and lays a biting kiss on his neck. Castiel’s eyes sink closed, and he gives a soft groan. Sam grins, watches them for a second, then, when Castiel’s head tips back, takes advantage of the upturned lips to kiss them. Castiel’s tongue snakes into his mouth, hungry.
“Whoa, whoa,” Sam breathes into his mouth. “We just got off an airplane. Aren’t you tired?”
“Make me tired,” is Castiel’s growled response.
“Shower?” Dean suggests, his hands grabbing at Sam’s and Castiel’s hips, drawing them in.
“Mm,” Sam says, nuzzling Castiel’s chin. “Should I turn the cameras back on?”
“Guess we should make the money while we can,” Dean says. “Before I need the little blue pills.”
“All right, that one you brought on yourself.” Sam steps back, slides his hand quick over Castiel’s ass and kisses the top of Dean’s head. “You guys go ahead, I’ll stop in the control room and get things going. Save some energy for me.”
Dean nods, hand slipping around Castiel’s waist. “We’ll see you in there.”
“And for what it’s worth,” Castiel says, “I’m sure my capabilities will go long before yours do. I expect you both to continue after I’m too old to draw an audience.”
“Shut up. You’ll be doing it till you’re 80.”
They bicker all the way out down the front hall and toward the bathroom where the three of them have installed their huge shower. It took them ten years to save up to get it, and it’s still one of their favorite places in the house -- seats and open windows just above eye level, sunlight streaming in while they bathe. These days it’s about even odds whether they get it on in there, and it’s possible that Sam will walk in five minutes from now to discover the two of them just cuddling, or chatting. It’s not that they’re any less hot for each other.... it’s just life, and life has a way of changing. They’re no longer tireless College Angels -- they’re adults, with day jobs and lives. And the subterfuge of hiding their way of life wreaks its own kind of damage. But it’s worth it to be together, and the money they make on CasDeanSam.com is a nice incentive, too. The recent video deal has brought in another stream of income, but they are getting older, and someday they won’t have quite so many hours of footage to pick through for another video release.
But what’s weird is, Sam monitors the site statistics, and people actually watch them when they’re not having sex. Their life outside of the bedroom still feeds people’s fantasies, and for that Sam’s actually proud.
He remembers telling Dean, when they were teenagers, that what they felt for each other was a one-in-a-million connection. He still believes that, and it’s gratifying to know it’s so rare, and so appreciated, that people seek it out, that people pay money just to see how three people, two of them brothers, can honestly and truly love each other so much, for so long.
Switching on the cameras in the small den they call the control room, Sam gazes over the screens until he sees Dean and Castiel in the shower. Dean’s pushed Castiel up against the wall and is kissing him thoroughly, jacking their cocks together in one hand. Sam watches for a few minutes, smile growing on his face -- and other things growing in other places as well, of course -- until Castiel gives a soft cry and Dean growls, face angled toward the camera, “Sam, you better get in here or we’re not waiting for you.”
It’s an empty threat -- they’ll always wait for him -- but Sam rises, strips off his shirt, and heads at top speed for the bathroom anyway. He wouldn’t miss this for the world.
The End