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I
Cas didn’t whimper per se but he did press his lips together and barely suppressed what would probably have been a desperate moan.
He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was a grown man for Heaven’s sake. But that didn’t mean he had a bladder the size of Wyoming and the fact was that it was stretched beyond its capacity and he was dangerously close to losing it in his pants.
He hurried along the corridor on floor 7 (Sales) of the Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. building, going as fast as his bladder could take. A mantra of can’thappencan’thappencan’thappen flew through his mind because seriously, this couldn’t be happening.
So far he was known at Sandover as “Castiel Novak, that young up-and-coming intern at Sales” but if he didn’t make it in time he would surely be known as “Cas, that dork who pissed his pants” and he was almost crying just thinking about it.
Or maybe he was on the verge of tears because oh God, he was so close to bursting. He felt nauseous with the need to relieve himself, his head thudding painfully with every heavy throb of his bladder. He had already leaked too much and thank God he had at least put on black dress pants today and the small spot wouldn’t be very visible. The feeling of his damp boxers clinging to his dick didn’t make his pressing need any better, though, and he wanted so badly to grab himself but just couldn’t out here where anyone could see. That was also partly why he wasn’t running either, but mostly that was because he was sure he would lose it if he did.
Four hours of having to listen to boring old geezers over a Skype conference call, accompanied with too much coffee to assure he would stay awake and look alert, had put him in this predicament. If only it had been a conference call he would have just removed the earpiece and gone to the bathroom at the two hour mark when he had first started realizing that this need couldn’t be ignored.
When the conference was finally over Cas had had to take a moment to just sit in his chair and breathe deeply before he stood up or he was sure he would have lost it the moment he stretched out his bladder. He was just glad he had his own office but at this point he hardly thought it mattered.
He was about to lose it, he just knew. His whole body pumped with adrenaline as his heart fluttered like a scared bird and God, the sight of the restroom door just made the whole thing worse.
He burst through the door, grabbing his dick through his pants as soon as he was through, definitely intent on making a beeline for the urinals (and his dick knew it too, a small spurt escaping even though he did his best to keep it in) but the sight that met him on the other side of the door completely upturned his plans.
Directly on the other side stood a man (an objectively very handsome man but Cas didn’t have time for that). He had on a blue jumpsuit, the word Maintenance stitched over his heart and an access card clipped to his belt that had a picture of the man (giving the camera what could only be described as a “blue steel” look) with the name Dean Winchester under it.
Cas noticed all of that in a matter of milliseconds but what his attention zoomed in on was the big sign the man had in his hands. A sign that read, in big red letters, OUT OF ORDER – MAINTENANCE UNDERWAY.
He looked up to meet the man’s surprised eyes with what was probably a seriously desperate look. Because he was in the restroom now, he could see the urinals (and their clearly disabled pipes), and his bladder was giving out.
“Out of order?” he practically squeaked out and the man—Dean—seemed to catch himself and he nodded.
“Yeah, sorry. Something about the pipes being plugged, the cleaning crew had a hell this morning but don’t worry, I’ll probably have fixed it in an hour or so.”
“An hour?” Cas didn’t care, he had to squeeze his hands between his legs now, desperately grabbing his dick. He couldn’t wait an hour. “But…”
The man looked sympathetic for a moment. “Yeah but hey, the restroom at the other end of the floor is working.”
Cas looked over his shoulder at the door. This was a big building; Sandover was a big company. So many people to walk past and God, he was leaking now. Small driblets and his boxers were too damp to soak it up.
“I-I just need…”
“Or take the elevator up to 8?” Dean suggested in what was clearly trying to be a reassuring tone. “Or down to 6?”
Cas looked up at him again, feeling his eyes tear up. “I can’t.” He whispered and knew he was moments away from losing it completely. His dick was lurching in his hand now, spurt after spurt coming out and soon the small wet spot on his dress pants would become a big spot and it would be visible. He hunched over and could barely breathe for fear of his control snapping.
“Well shit.” Dean said and it didn’t sound even half as condescending as Cas had thought it would (or should). Instead, Dean sounded almost distressed, as if he empathized with Cas and yes, on any other day that trait would have been highly attractive to Cas but he was too preoccupied right now. “Hang on.”
Hang on? First of all, Cas was already trying and not succeeding very well. And secondly, what for?
He didn’t really have the capacity to form words right now, though, and Dean anyhow didn’t wait for him to ask. Instead he just strode past Cas on long (bowed) legs, opened the door and slammed out the sign. Cas leaned against the wall by the door when Dean hurried back inside again, squeezing his eyes shut. If… if he held his breath it didn’t feel as bad. For a second.
“Here.”
When he opened his eyes he saw Dean standing before him with a bucket. It was empty but damp in the bottom, leading Cas to believe it might have been used to drain the pipes as Dean removed them. Not that he cared especially much. He raised his eyes and looked at Dean through embarrassingly teary eyes.
“A bucket?”
Dean wriggled it a little and gave Cas a small smile. “Yeah, just go in here. Go on, it’s fine.”
Cas’ bladder sure thought so. It throbbed dully and that was almost it. Cas gasped and squeezed his dick so hard it hurt. God, he couldn’t go in a bucket, could he? But it was either that or his pants and between the two options he already knew which one he preferred. But the choice wasn’t his only dilemma.
“I can’t, I’m sorry, I—”
“It’s fine.” Dean repeated encouragingly. “We’re both guys, just pretend you’re at the urinal. I won’t look.”
At this point Cas was beyond caring if Dean wanted to hold his goddamn dick for him.
“I can’t let go.” He pressed out. “I can’t hold the bucket and open my pants, when I let go of my dick I’ll…” he blinked rapidly and yes, he was crying now. “I’ll go.”
Dean nodded and shifted his stance to stand closer to Cas. “Then I’ll hold it.”
“Dean…” God, Cas wanted to protest but the fact was that he was already fumbling with his belt buckle.
Dean smiled unexpectedly but Cas didn’t see that, nor did he realize he had used the man’s name out loud.
“Yeah, let go.” Dean just said and his voice was lower now but Cas barely registered that either because he was letting go.
He could practically feel it as it filled up his dick and he was releasing even before he got his dick completely out of his pants. But it was okay, the splash damage got mostly on his hands and it was fine, was so good, because he was finally relieving himself, even if it was into a bucket held by another man — a stranger.
He leaned his head back, groaning deeply at the draining feeling. Dean’s little chuckle made Cas peek his eyes open and he saw that Dean was looking respectfully to the side.
“Almost feels like coming, doesn’t it?” Dean said with amusement and if Cas hadn’t already been crying and almost wetting his pants in front of this man he would have been too embarrassed to talk.
But as it was now he could do nothing but hum in answer because yes, the feeling was almost orgasmic.
“You… I suppose you could put the bucket down.” He said after a moment, sheepish when he realized that that hadn’t felt like an option before. Well, if it had been on the floor he probably would have missed it in his haste to get his dick out, he supposed.
Dean snorted but grinned toothily. “I ain’t kneeling in front of you while you’re taking a piss, dude.”
Cas blushed but he was unsure if that was only because of this whole situation or at the thought of Dean maybe kneeling in front of Cas in general. Now that his most pressing need was taken care of, Cas allowed himself to observe that Dean was indeed very handsome. And kind too, apparently, which had always been a turn-on for Cas.
“I really am very sorry for this.”
Dean glanced back at him, his smile turning softer. “Hey, when you gotta go you gotta go, right? Everybody does it and better in a bucket than on the floor.”
Cas still felt stupid. “I guess.” He mumbled and started feeling awkward for how much was apparently in his bladder. Dean seemed more amused by the same fact.
“And you really needed to go.” He said with a grin, peeking into the bucket. Cas hair suddenly stood on end at the sound he was making peeing into the bucket. Liquid on liquid was loud in the small restroom. “Who knew someone so small could hide something so big?”
Okay, that was clearly overstepping the boundaries a little but for some reason Cas didn’t dislike it. Instead he blushed again, somehow pleased with Dean’s comment.
“I’m not that small.” He was talking about his whole body and persona and not just his dick and apparently Dean understood that.
“Yeah I know.” His grin widened. “I’ve heard about Castiel Novak, business graduate from Stanford. Your superiors are very impressed by you so far.”
“How… how do you know that?” finally Cas’ stream was tapering off.
Dean winked. “I’m the handyman, no one stops talking just because I come into the room. And let me tell you this,” he leaned a little close and Cas was growing a bit uncomfortable standing there with his dick out. Lucky he was almost done. “I know old man Adler is riding you hard but don’t care about that. He’s just testing you because that’s his asshole technique of weeding out the weak. I’ve heard him praise you when you’re out of the room.”
He straightened again and nope, seemed like Cas’ poor bladder still had more to give because he surprised the both of them by strengthening his stream again. He groaned and bit his lower lip, starting to feel a bit embarrassed.
Dean chuckled again. “You thought you were done but you had more to give, huh? Guess you had to go for a long time for your bladder to do that. It’s only happened to me when I was drunk.”
Cas couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. Or having any conversation at all over his pee bucket. Thankfully it seemed like he was nearing the end for real now.
“Is it true?” he asked, a bit timidly, when they had stood there in silence for a while. Dean snapped up his eyes and only then did Cas realize the man had been staring directly at his dick and yet that wasn’t something that made Cas uncomfortable. “What you said about Mr. Adler?”
Dean smiled his kind smile again and Cas was starting to really like it. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen Dean around for the two months he’d spent at Sandover so far but he supposed Dean was right and maintenance crews really did blend in. Still, he felt very bad about that, and especially when Dean apparently had heard so much about him.
“I’m telling you, Zach has a bit of a bully streak but if you keep doing what you’re doing you’re gonna end up his favorite protégée so far.”
Cas felt bolstered by Dean’s words and when his bladder gave the final twitch to signal that this ordeal was over he gave Dean a small smile of his own.
“Thank you, Dean.”
Dean winked again and it looked good, had less mirth and more flirt in it now. “Remember to shake twice and if you wanna wash off you still have to use the other restrooms.”
Cas nodded and somehow felt good about this; about Dean praising him and helping him. Which was ridiculous since this was the first time they spoke and even met. But he couldn’t deny the warm feeling he got in his chest when Dean handed him some paper towels to try and soak up the small mess on his dress pants and the bigger mess in his boxers.
“What about the bucket?” he asked in a low voice. God, now that it was over he could barely look at the item that had practically saved his life.
“I’ll take that, don’t worry.” Dean smiled when Cas looked uncertainly at him. “Nothing weird about a maintenance guy walking through the floor with a bucket in hand. I’ll take it to one of the other restrooms and flush it.”
Cas kind of wanted to do it himself but he saw Dean’s point. No one would see Dean coming with his bucket but everyone would see Cas, in his proper suit and shiny shoes, so out of place to be holding a plastic bucket. Someone might stop him and ask and they might see.
He blushed again, eyes lowered in shame. “I can’t thank you enough. Please…” he swallowed hard and when he looked up at Dean, the taller man was looking seriously at him.
“I won’t say anything, it’s no one’s business.” He offered up his hand and Cas hesitated to shake it, knowing he had gotten urine on his hand but Dean was waiting and would probably anyhow wash his hands (Cas hoped) since he had been handling the bucket.
He took it and they shook sincerely, Dean’s palm wide and warm, slightly calloused and very nice as he wrapped his hand around Cas’.
“Thank you.”
“No problem, man. Hey, I’m Dean by the way, but you already figured that out.”
Cas smiled bashfully when Dean grinned down at him. “It’s on your access card.”
“You’re kinda awesome to have the presence of mind to read that when you’re about to piss your pants, Mr. Novak.”
A not entirely unpleasant chill (a surprisingly pleasurable one, in fact) went through Cas when Dean called him by his last name like that.
“You can call me Cas.” Cas mumbled shyly. “My friends do and considering how you just saved me I feel like calling you my friend.”
Plus the last time a guy looked at Cas’ dick like Dean had Cas had gotten him laid so, there was that too.
Dean gave him a wide grin. “You’re very welcome, Cas.”
Yes, there was definitely that too.
II
The coming two weeks passed peacefully and Cas, emboldened by Dean’s words, did very well in his work, even to the point where Mr. Adler started praising him a little. Cas’ colleagues were very nice and seemed to be happy to have a competent team member. All in all Cas thought everything was going great and he was happy with his life.
He’d seen Dean a few times on some of the floors, walking past the man as he was working on putting in cables for the new reception decoration, repainting the ceiling after one of the coffee machines exploded, assembled furniture for the new office on floor 4 (Finance). The man was kind of everywhere now that Cas knew to look for him and he couldn’t help but smile and nod at him whenever he saw that Dean noticed him looking.
Dean always smiled back and sometimes he even waved. He looked very handsome in his blue jumpsuit, much better than most of his colleagues; Cas thought and tried to keep it as an objective observation but knew it wasn’t.
Maybe it was a bit of a hero complex but Dean seemed nice and he looked very good so it wasn’t that weird that Cas had started thinking about him outside of that embarrassing incident. He still felt bad that he hadn’t so much as noticed the maintenance crew before Dean and he attempted to remedy that by greeting all of them (and the cleaning crew) as he passed them. They seemed happy about that, smiling at him as they tipped their heads. Only Dean got Cas’ personal smile, though, and at times Cas thought the man knew and he wondered if he should stop it or not.
On the Friday at the end of the second week Cas found himself up on 11 (Development and Innovation) for a meeting with their newly established Chicago office. The conference room was packed but even so Cas could feel Mr. Adler’s eyes on him. He had told Cas that for this meeting (this important meeting) Cas would handle the Sales rapports and Cas was both humbled and nervous. He did his best not to show that, though, remembering instead Dean’s kind words. Cas was smart and he was good at his job, he could do this.
Didn’t stop him from getting cold sweats, though.
“Just call IT.”
Cas’ head snapped up and he looked down the table to where the higher-ups had gathered by a laptop. P.T. Sandover Junior (actually he was in his fifties), the company President, frowned down at the laptop that was supposed to help them connect to the Chicago office.
“I’m not calling IT because you can’t figure out which cable goes where.”
Cas peeked up at the big screen at the other end of the table. Ah, problems with mirroring the screens or the like. He leaned back in his seat, intent on waiting this out because he knew for sure that he wouldn’t be of any help. He wondered briefly if Dean could have done it because there seemed to be nothing the man couldn’t do.
Cas frowned a little and looked down at his hands in his lap. What kind of dangerous thought was that?
“Maybe it’s not a cable problem?” a third man at the head of the table offered and there was a collective groaning.
Balthazar (a colleague of Cas’ and someone who Cas was definitely starting to think of as a friend) stood up and straightened his cuffs.
“How about we take five?”
Mr. Adler looked like he wanted to object but there weren’t only people from Sales here and most of the room shot to their feet.
“Just five.” Mr. Sandover snapped and even though Cas had been informed that their President was normally a jovial man Cas could practically feel the man’s displeasure radiating throughout the room.
Everyone shuffled out of there as fast as they could, most making a beeline for the cafeteria and some for the smoking area, Cas supposed when he saw them pulling out cigarette packs.
“Want to grab a cup of coffee?”
Cas hummed at Balthazar’s suggestion. “I don’t think we’ll have time to drink it.”
“Could make it an espresso.” Balthazar said with a grin. “Or we just bring the cup back with us.”
Actually, Cas was just remembering the last time he had been forced to sit through a long meeting full of coffee. His bladder gave a painful twitch just thinking about it and his mind was made up long before they even reached the cafeteria.
“You go ahead, I’m gonna hit the restrooms.”
Balthazar nodded and did just that while Cas hurried to find the restrooms on this floor. Ground level and up to floor 10 (Human Resources) basically had the same floor layout but of course 11 would be different and Cas almost missed the sign that pointed him to the restroom. By now he knew for sure that he had to urinate and that he would be running late. He could only hope that he would find his way back to the conference room quickly enough.
But of course (because apparently this building was out to get him), when he finally reached the restroom he was met with a note that read CLEANING, PLEASE CHOSE ANOTHER RESTROOM. He couldn’t goddamn believe this. He stared at the closed door for a full thirty seconds, willing the cleaning crew to come out and be finished right then and there but no, of course not.
He danced from foot to foot and glanced at his wristwatch. He didn’t have long; should probably already be heading back actually, but what would he do now? He didn’t need to go super seriously but if he waited for as long as the meeting was sure to take he would burst by the end of it, that he knew for sure now.
He turned around, completely intent on finding another restroom because even though he didn’t want to be late he wanted to wet himself in the middle of the meeting even less. God, he couldn’t even fathom why this was happening. Two times in two weeks, was there something wrong with his prostate or something?
No, he forced himself to calm down. The first time had been an extreme case and this time it wasn’t like that. He just needed to relieve himself badly enough that he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for hours to come, it wasn’t the same as last time. It was still horrible, though.
He had barely taken three steps away from the door when suddenly Dean appeared around a corner. His face lit up and he smiled at Cas. They were fairly alone since the restroom was located around a bend and Cas felt his whole body warm unexpectedly at the thought of being alone with Dean.
“Fancy seeing you up here, Mr. Novak.” Dean smiled and yes, though Cas had given Dean permission to use his nickname and even though it had felt nice when he did that, there was no denying how hot it made Cas when Dean used his last name like this. All proper-like but with a teasing tone. Almost like they were role-playing in bed and—
“I’m here for the Chicago meeting.”
Dean raised his eyebrows. “The one where Junior just threatened to throw a laptop out the window?” he chuckled when Cas’ eyes widened. “I just walked past, IT is dealing with it so you’ll be up and running in no time.”
Well, Cas supposed that bought him a minute or two but he would still probably be late, especially if he remained here, talking to Dean. But the thing was that he wanted very much to talk to the man and, barring that, he still needed to relieve himself.
The last part was probably why he glanced at the restroom door. “Oh, good.” He mumbled, clearly not feeling good at all and Dean frowned at him.
“Are you…?” he cut himself off and looked at the restroom too. “Oh, did you need to use it?”
Cas swallowed and thought he should feel embarrassed but somehow he didn’t. He supposed it was because Dean had already caught him in a much more compromising situation and still hadn’t made fun of him for it.
“Yeah… but it’s fine.” His voice wavered and of course Dean would notice.
He stepped in closer, lowering his voice and Cas felt the same pleasant chill run through his body like he had felt two weeks prior.
“You shouldn’t hold it, Cas.” Dean was almost close enough to touch and Cas wanted to but didn’t. “It’s not healthy.”
“Yeah but the meeting—”
“Do you think you can hold it through it?”
God, it was as if Dean was reading his mind. He looked up at the taller man, finding Dean’s gorgeous eyes pinned on him and liking it.
“I have to do a presentation.” He mumbled as if that answered Dean’s question but apparently it was all the incentive Dean needed.
“Come with me, Cas.” He murmured and took a gentle hold on Cas’ elbow.
He let himself be led and Dean only took him a few feet away to an unassuming door. Dean swiped his access card against the card reader and punched in his pin, opening the door to invite Cas inside. It was dark at first before Dean switched on the overhead lights and Cas blinked in the sudden brightness. The room on the other side looked like a big storage room.
“Where are we?”
“Maintenance storage.” Dean grinned. “Come here around the shelf.”
Cas followed him curiously but blushed crimson the moment he rounded the shelf and found Dean standing there with yet another bucket. Unlike the last one, which had been red, this one was blue like Dean’s jumpsuit. Otherwise it was the same and Cas’ bladder throbbed just from remembering.
“I can’t pee in a bucket again.” He mumbled, embarrassed by how much he wanted to. “Last time was unprecedented.”
Dean grinned wider. “It sure was. And hey, I’m not forcing you or anything but are you sure you don’t wanna pee in it?” the way he laid emphasis on the word made Cas think Dean thought it was either hilarious or cute the way Cas had said it.
He sighed and glanced at his watch again. He was probably already late, no need to make it worse and he did need to relieve himself. He unbuckled his belt and opened his dress pants without looking at Dean. It was only when he had his dick out that he realized that even though there was no urgency this time, Dean was still holding the bucket for him and Cas wasn’t trying to tastefully hide his dick at all.
Instead he just stood there and relaxed his muscles, completely aware that Dean was staring right at his dick again and… and he kind of liked the attention.
Neither of them spoke this time and Dean held the bucket steadily. Somehow, this time, the sound of his piss hitting what was already in the bucket didn’t sound so horrible. Somehow this whole thing was making Cas’ body tingle and he recognized the early signs of arousal just as he was finishing up. He swallowed hard and tried not to think about it or he was sure he would make it worse.
But the fact was that Cas had a slight kink for men who came to the rescue and Dean was very handsome. This had already been established multiple times, Cas thought to himself as he watched as if in slow motion how Dean put the bucket on the floor.
“Better?” he asked cheerily and Cas thought it was only him who was weird. Dean was just helpful, that was all.
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat when he noticed how raspy his voice was. “I should probably get back…” Dean nodded and led him around the shelf. He stopped beside the door and Cas reveled in Dean’s closeness for a moment. “Dean, I…” he barely knew what he wanted to say. “Thank you. Again.”
Dean’s smile was kind and his eyes twinkled. “Don’t sweat it. And hey, this is just between us, yeah?”
Cas nodded but felt he should say something more, something to show how much he appreciated this. But when he turned in the door Dean held up for him his eyes accidentally caught on Dean’s crotch. And the very prominent bulge there.
Dean didn’t seem to notice that Cas noticed and Cas found himself mute with surprise. Instead he just walked away, hearing the door softly snick shut behind him. He made it back to the meeting in time only because IT had had to go get a new laptop and even though Cas was late he wasn’t the last one to arrive. The meeting went well and Cas was later told by Mr. Adler that he was very satisfied with Cas’ presentation.
And hours later all Cas could remember was Dean’s bulge.
Was it because of him (Cas had himself felt the attraction, hadn’t he?) or was it because of the peeing? Should Cas be concerned that Dean was getting up to something dirty with his pee bucket? Should he feel disgusted? He thought probably most people would but the only thing Cas felt was mild curiosity about what had prompted Dean’s erection and extreme arousal at the mere thought of seeing the man fully hard.
Maybe there was something wrong with the both of them (or only him) and maybe he should worry about that. All he did was masturbate, though, and it felt glorious.
III
In the week after the storage room event Cas didn’t see much of Dean at all. He saw a lot of the other maintenance men and women but not Dean. Well, he supposed the Sandover building was big so that was probably it. But it still felt weird and he couldn’t help but feel as if Dean was avoiding him. He couldn’t fathom why the man would do that, though, and thought he was just being childish.
If anyone, Cas should probably be the one to avoid Dean because of what he had seen. Maybe Dean had noticed him noticing and he was ashamed? No, that didn’t sound like Dean. The man was too brash to feel ashamed about being aroused by something like that, Cas thought.
He only wished he knew what it was that had aroused Dean. Him, the peeing, or both? He tried his best to remember the first incident and if Dean had been hard that time too but he couldn’t. That time had been too laced with the urge to urinate and the fear of going in his pants for him to remember much else.
When he finally encountered Dean it was of course in a restroom because that seemed to be where they were destined to meet. In fact, coincidentally, it was the same restroom where Dean had first saved him and Cas’ dick twitched at the mere memory. He regretted how much he had masturbated in the last week because now that he saw Dean (and the man’s grand smile) his body automatically responded with arousal.
“Hey.” He said in a soft tone, veering off to the urinals. Dean was standing close by them, sweeping the floor of what seemed like plastic dust.
“Hey there Mr. Novak.” Dean grinned and Cas’ dick perked up even more.
“I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Dean looked up with surprise and Cas wondered if he should feel embarrassed but decided that he didn’t (and shouldn’t). He had been looking forward to seeing Dean and had been disappointed when he didn’t, and that was the truth.
“I had the week off.” Dean smiled and started sweeping again. “I helped my brother move.”
“Oh.” Cas positioned himself in front of one of the urinals, opening his pants. “Congratulations on your brother, I suppose?”
Dean chuckled. “Hell yeah, he and his fiancée just bought a house together. They’re disgustingly adorable.”
“I’m glad.” Cas said with warmth, finding to his surprise that he actually was. He barely knew Dean and he definitely didn’t know the man’s brother but the love in Dean’s voice as he spoke of the man told Cas all he needed to know. “So what are you up to? Switching to the cleaning crew instead?”
He was standing in front of the urinal but he hadn’t relaxed yet. Was just standing there with his dick out and talking to Dean and it felt nice. It wasn’t that he didn’t need to pee but there was something about having Dean in the same room but not having him over by Cas that stopped him.
“As if.” Dean snorted. “Someone thought they heard a rat in the ceiling so I was up there checking. I found nothing but a lot of dust bunnies, though.”
Cas tried to relax himself because this was ridiculous. He’d heard of guys getting stage fright while trying to urinate beside other guys but that definitely wasn’t it for him in this moment. He bit his lower lip and glanced over at Dean.
“That’s good.” He mumbled and Dean grinned down at the floor, sweeping in big arches.
“Yeah at least we won’t have to worry about the bunnies chewing through our cables.”
Cas swallowed because he was starting to feel a real pressing need to just let go and yet he kind of didn’t want to. Unless…
“Dean?”
Dean looked up, surprise evident on his handsome face and Cas thought it was his tone of voice that was to blame for that. Memories of Dean’s bulge came to mind and he felt his whole body heat up.
“Something wrong?”
“Do you…?” Cas looked down at his dick, both feeling and seeing it swell at bit at the thought of asking this. “Do you want to…?” okay, maybe he couldn’t get the words out but that didn’t seem to matter.
Because in the next moment Dean was standing beside him. Close enough to touch but definitely not touching as he leaned on his broom, grinning down at Cas’ dick as if it was a goddamn price or something. And yes, that was exactly what he wanted and he groaned lowly as he relaxed and let the pee just kind of flood out of him.
Normally he tried to control it a little, especially at urinals, to minimize splash damage. But this time he just let everything go and it felt so good. He held his dick in his left hand, instead of his preferred right, so that he could make sure Dean could see and that just made everything even better. Neither of them spoke but when Cas glanced down he could see that Dean’s jumpsuit definitely was tight around his crotch.
So yes, maybe Cas still didn’t know if Dean just enjoyed watching someone pee or if he enjoyed Cas in particular doing it but he did know that Dean got aroused from this and that Cas himself certainly was turned on as well.
He was almost disappointed when it was over too fast but when he was empty he was empty and there wasn’t much to do about it. He shook his dick more out of habit than anything else and thought that maybe he should say something to Dean.
But when he turned to the other man he found Dean looking at him with lust-drunk eyes and the sight enthralled him enough that he remained stock still, his hardening dick still in his hand.
“Is that all?” Dean asked in a rough rumble and Cas nodded, swallowing hard as he felt arousal surge through him at the sound of Dean’s voice. “Good boy.”
God, Cas was actually going to get completely hard at work, with Dean mere inches from him. He licked his lips and Dean’s eyes snapped up to his mouth, the man licking his lips as well, as if preparing to kiss Cas and good God, Cas wanted it so much.
Then suddenly the moment was broken when the door to the restroom was opened and three of Cas’ colleagues walked in, talking loudly. Dean jumped back and Cas hurried to put his dick in his pants again.
He regretted all day that he didn’t return to the restroom after he had left (practically shanghaied by his colleagues). Maybe he could have asked Dean what this thing between them was about, or if Dean was interested in taking it further? Cas spent the day wondering if Dean was really into men and if he would want to fuck Cas. Cas wanted it so much and he went to bed that night, angry with himself that he hadn’t at least asked for Dean’s number so he could ask the man out for coffee or something more date like.