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When Dean was younger he had plans for himself. Grow up, graduate with an awesome degree, get a cushy job and move out of Lawrence. Looking back at his middle school years he realized he’d been fucking naïve and there was really nothing he could do about that now although he wished he could go back to his teenage self and tell him to study harder. Get that scholarship, take control of your life.
But at fourteen everything had seemed like a black hole and when it didn’t, his life was a vortex of swirling emotions, too caught up in his hormones and dad’s death to care about school. At 4 Dean lost his mother in a house fire, Sammy was just a baby but dad was the one that needed tending to, wasn’t like anybody had much time left for Dean. And then, ten years later, dad’s alcoholism caught up to him. Too many bourbons, or whisky, or that stale vodka that smelled like gasoline, and dad went head-first down the basement stairs.
Bobby took Sam and Dean in then, tear-eyed and mumbling about John being his army buddy. Fuck, Sammy had been so scared all the fucking time for the first six months but Bobby was alright, better than dad in some ways. He taught Dean how to change tires and he took them hunting. Oh Sam cried about that too, snotty little ten-year-old whining about how the deer hadn’t done nothing to deserve death but he was the one who ate the most of Bambi’s mother.
So yeah, Dean was mad most of the time at that part of his life but it was actually an okay time, looking back at it. Bobby was a kind man and he tried his best to take care of them, even shaped up and stopped being the town drunk to start up his junkyard business again so they’d grow up somewhat okay. But money was tight, Dean was no fucking fool and he saw how Bobby fussed over tuitions and he knew, fuck he knew that both he and Sam wanted to go to college, that Bobby wanted that too, but that the money would never be enough.
Bobby hadn’t saved for this shit, hadn’t thought he’d ever have a second chance at having a kid with college dreams after his wife died way before Dean was even born. He wasn’t at fault, old coot he just did what he could. Dean felt bad for him, still did.
It had been so easy, talking Bobby into keeping all that money for Sam instead. Gotta protect Sammy after all, runt of the litter and much smarter than Dean anyway.
“I could get a scholarship,” Dean had said, almost wincing at the disbelief in his own tone. Bobby had looked at him with eyes shrouded by his ball cap, expression unreadable and maybe that had been for the best or Dean would have tucked tail and ran. “Or a job. I’m working at the movies now, I could do that later too.”
Bobby had sucked on his teeth for a moment and Dean knew what he had been contemplating. The same two things that Dean had been thinking about himself. Firstly, that a scholarship would be crazy hard to get and secondly that if he managed to get into virtually any of the universities that offered Aerospace Engineering he wouldn’t have time to work anyway. Because that shit was hard and yet it was all Dean wanted to do. Wanted to understand, design, repair, and build spacecrafts. And he knew he would have to devote all of his time to it if he ever got the chance to, couldn’t afford to split his time between studies and work. And Bobby knew too, Dean had seen it in the old man’s eyes.
And yet, all he had said was, “I better take you out and show you some stuff you can do with a car. You’ll be too old to work in the movies when you get to college.”
Dean had nodded, even though his supervisor at the local movie theatre in Sioux Falls was well over 40. Dean didn’t mind, though. Everything Bobby could teach him about cars would be useful if he got to study in his selected field when the time came.
Easy, Dean thought now, it had been so easy to convince Bobby and Sam that he managed to swing a job on the side now. Thirteen hours away, at The Ohio State University in Columbus, Ohio, Dean could tell them just about anything and they would be happy just hearing that he was alive and well.
Because yes, he had gotten to study Aerospace Engineering and it didn’t matter much to him that he had only managed to get into the 25th university on Brightlinkprep’s list of “Top 25 Aeronautical & Aerospace Engineering Universities in USA” or that the tuition had been sky-high because Dean hadn’t been considered in-state. The only thing that mattered was that the studies were so interesting, that he had gotten such good friends at the university and that he had somewhere to stay that didn’t cost him anything besides time and energy.
And it was so easy to lie to Bobby and Sam too. They had only been to visit him one time and he had gone home twice over the last four years. Travelling was expensive and time consuming and though Dean missed them both it was fine, was just for now anyway. And it was better this way anyhow. Because lying over the phone was easy, straight to the face was not and Dean would rather avoid it.
“Ten minutes, Dean,” Daddy said, poking his head into the bathroom where Dean was, studying his reflection. “Oh good, you wore the green one,” he left with that and Dean felt his shoulders relax, unaware that he had tensed up when Daddy entered, disrupting Dean’s reverie.
Daddy was of course not Dean’s real father, dead and burned as he was and for a moment there Dean had been scared that dad’s body had been so satiated with alcohol that it would flare up and burn down the whole town.
No, in reality Daddy was Alastair Heyerdahl and he was a man in his fifties who worked as a corporate lawyer for the Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. He was also Dean’s sugar daddy and the only reason he was able to go to college in the first place. He had moved to Columbus, hell bent on managing a job as well as his studies. And it had worked, for a while. He had been a barista at the fancy coffee shop just off campus and had been living in an apartment made for one with two other guys. And he had been a corpse walking.
Then Daddy had come to buy a coffee and basically picked Dean up and Dean had thought, “Fuck it, right? Fuck it if this old man wants to use my body and show me off to his colleagues, he also wants to shower me with money and give me a whole goddamn mansion to leisure around in.”
That was almost three years ago and Dean regretted a lot of his life choices but for the most part he just focused on his studies because they were what was important. His was good at it, according to his professors, and he had fun. That Daddy’s touches had started to make Dean’s skin crawl was another matter. At least he didn’t hit Dean, Daddy’s abuse wasn’t really abuse, in the eyes of the law.
Dean sighed and looked over his image once more before exiting the bathroom. Tonight was one of Daddy’s many, many, dinner parties that were really only an excuse to drink and do drugs and partake in any and all kinds of debauchery. Dean hated it.
Daddy loved to showcase Dean as some kind of exotic animal and all of Daddy’s friend would hum and haw and look at him with glittering eyes that said, “We know exactly what this is. A 21-year-old living with a man 30 years his senior, clad in the finest clothes and brightest jewelry? You’re fooling no one.”
And the funny thing was that for a while Dean had thought he would be fooling everybody. Hell, Bobby was even older than Alastair and no one thought it was weird that he had taken in two unrelated boys. Then again, Bobby never touched Sam or Dean like Daddy touched Dean.
And once the cat was out of the bag there was really no meaning in hiding it anymore. And Daddy didn’t want to hide it, wanted to parade Dean around, wanted to flaunt him in his greedy coworkers’ and friends’ faces because Dean was strictly to be looked at and not touched because Daddy was possessive and that was probably the only reason why Dean hadn’t run screaming yet.
Because Daddy really took care of him, fed him and paid for all his expenses with the flick of his wrist. And as long as Dean was willing to play his good little baby boy the older man would keep doing it and Dean wouldn’t ever have to worry about being exploited by other men or about losing his studies.
Those facts didn’t stop Dean from hating it, though. Or maybe hate was a strong word… more like extreme dislike. Because yeah, sex with Daddy wasn’t really stars and rainbows and all that other shit but what the fuck did Dean know anyway? Stupid kid coming to the big city hoping to find love, nah that wasn’t for him. He just wished the sex could be more gratifying but at least it wasn’t very painful, most of the time. Well, it hadn’t been in the beginning, at least.
He stopped for a moment in his and Daddy’s bedroom, drawing deep breaths and trying to find his center. He needed to smile and be courteous, flirty but not too flirty. Just to let people know he was a catch and that it was Daddy that had caught him. Dean often had to pep talk himself into doing this so he would be able to look as if he was having the time of his life and that he was so stupidly in love with Daddy that he couldn’t possibly see anyone else.
The fact that he had a ton of homework he’d rather do or that his mind called for a blissful break in which to watch some cartoons and eat cereal from the box in his undies didn’t matter. Nor did it matter that he hated this green top and how girly it made him look. Or that he despised all the goddamn jewelry Daddy forced on him. He looked like a goddamn Christmas tree for fuck’s sake.
On every arm he wore three to four gold bracelets and they made jingling sounds as he moved. His fingers were covered in rings, big and cumbersome, and around his neck he wore a necklace so heavy with precious gems that it weighed down his chest and made breathing difficult.
Daddy had had Dean’s ear pierced almost immediately and it hadn’t hurt as much as Dean had thought it would and he had thought that yeah, a smooth golden ring or maybe a clear stone would perhaps be cool. The gaudy loops of gold and diamonds were not very cool.
They hung low, swishing with his every movement but that was fine, that was okay. What was worse was the thin golden chain wrapped into his hair like a fucking tiara or, infinitely worse, the fucking choker Daddy had bought for this occasion. It was tight and uncomfortable, heavy from the glittering diamonds covering it and, humiliatingly, there was a golden chain attached to it. It would be fucking awesome for Daddy to wrap that chain around his hand and lead Dean around like some kind of glistening dog but for now it only hung awkwardly, long enough to act as a goddamn arrow to his crotch. And fuck, these jeans were so tight and so low.
With the tank top Daddy had picked out with just a meaningful look, Dean’s combined look made him look DTF as all hell. His hipbones were showing and it would be clear to anyone that looked that Daddy always made Dean sun-bathe in his birthday suit to minimize the risk of tan lines. And with how tight the jeans were he bet his ass looked rounder than usual and his soft dick was squished so that his bulge looked bigger than normal. He sighed again, hugging himself once, gritting his teeth, and thought about the project he and Benny were working on at uni, how awesome that would be once it was finished.
Then he pinched his nipples to make them stand out more and walked out of the bedroom, heading in the direction of the dinner party that was really more of a party-party because the dinner was only snacks with a side-order of speed.
Dean caught sight of himself in the reflection of the fridge as he cut through the kitchen and forced himself to smile. Fuck, he thought he had fixed that before he left the bedroom but apparently his mind had slipped again. He had to be careful about shit like that, wouldn’t want to displease Daddy.
“Dean!”
Dean immediately veered off in the direction of Daddy’s voice. The living room was full of people in various states of inebriation and Dean knew that most of them probably had been hammered even before they got here. He was used to that and all he could do was hope that none of them would stay the night. Daddy wasn’t usually very generous with that but it happened and Dean always hated it because a hungover asshole sleeping on the couch meant no morning cartoons for Dean and they were really the only way for him to turn off his brain for a blissful, if short, while.
“Hi Daddy,” Dean said sweetly, adjusting his voice to go a little higher because he knew Daddy liked it like that. Liked his baby boy to be sweet and innocent for him, the fucking perv. Dean was just lucky he was a bit on the smaller side, having come out that way since he had insisted for most of his life that Sammy should have the bigger portion, or all the food if there was too little. Bobby had tried to change that but it was fine with Dean and money was tight at Bobby’s same as it had been at dad’s, though not to the same extent and not for the same reasons. Dean was just happy that Sammy hadn’t fussed and seemed to be growing at an exceeding rate. He would be bigger than Dean for sure and Dean felt strangely bittersweet when he thought about it.
“You look devastatingly beautiful tonight, baby,” Daddy drawled in his strange accent. In the beginning Dean had imagined that it could sound sexy, perhaps. Nowadays he wanted to smack Daddy up the head and tell him to clear his throat.
“Only because I have Daddy’s jewelry on,” Dean smiled and squirmed to get under Daddy’s arm.
The older man chuckled and pulled him closer, kissing him wetly and Dean took smug satisfaction in knowing Daddy’s lips would be smeared with the same lip gloss he insisted Dean wore at these parties.
“Ravishing as ever,” Daddy’s associate Abaddon said in a smooth voice.
Abaddon scared Dean a bit. She was exceptionally beautiful with red hair and even redder lips, a figure to die for and a sharp mind and if Dean had been older and more powerful he might have wanted to do something with her. Not sex since Dean was pretty sure by now that he was all-the-way-gay but something. He wasn’t sure it was positive and sometimes he caught her looking at him as if she either wanted to fuck him or kill him. She struck him as the kind of person who would enjoy blood play and Dean’s heart thumped harder in fright just thinking about it.
Unconsciously he pressed closer to Daddy because no matter what Dean’s opinion on the older man was he was pretty sure Daddy would publicly execute Abaddon if she tried anything with Dean. It was probably a false sense of security but it was all Dean had and he clung desperately to it.
“Eager little minx, aren’t you?” Daddy drawled against Dean’s ear, completely misinterpreting the reason for Dean hiding against him but what did that matter? Nothing as long as Dean got away from Abaddon. “Come, there’s someone I want you to meet.”
They left Abaddon just standing there and Dean felt grateful for it. He knew, even with the poor upbringing he had had, that it was rude of them to just walk away from Abaddon but Daddy was the one in charge and the one people would look to and judge, which was freeing in situations like this. Dean wanted to just walk away and he could, because Daddy wanted him to and everyone who knew Alastair knew of his beautiful pet.
As if in an afterthought, Daddy grabbed the chain and tugged a little on it, even though Dean was walking beside him. He grinned lecherously and Dean tried his best to look aroused by the action. He couldn’t fake his pupils diluting from lust but Daddy didn’t seem to mind. His were mostly little pin-pricks anyway so Dean didn’t think Daddy was too focused on details right now anyway.
He barely cared that Dean didn’t always come when they had sex or that Dean most of the time didn’t even get hard for him so what would he care about dilated pupils? All he cared about was that Dean gave him his undivided attention and that he got to his knees and opened his mouth when Daddy wanted him to.
Dean had classified Daddy as a narcissistic psychopath long ago and was tempted to take a few psychology classes to see if he had it right.
Daddy led him the long way round the room, definitely to make sure as many people as possible saw Dean as he trotted obediently beside him. Dean felt like a fucking peacock in his bright clothes and glistening jewelry among the throngs of people in classic black and white, only broken by the occasional silver or beige. Dean had always thought it was funny that the richer people got the less color they put on.
The man Daddy eventually pulled Dean over to wasn’t much different. He wore an obviously tailored suit in a subtle dark grey shade, his dress shirt was white but at least not that starched white that made Dean’s eyes hurt and that glowed in UV-light. He was one of the few who had a tie on, a tasteful blue that matched both his eyes and pocket square. He looked somehow very put together and bored at the same time, in a way similar to how Dean was feeling.
His hair was either artfully styled to look like bed hair or he had actual bed hair. Thinking about it like that it looked almost a little cute, coming to a party this “sophisticated” with an untamed mop of hair like that. Or maybe he had just had sex in the closet by the guest bathroom and he hadn’t bothered to fix it, Dean was unsure which just from looking at him.
“Novak,” Daddy called and the man turned to them, took one fucking look at Dean and promptly seemed to swallow his tongue.
Dean barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Fuck me,” he thought, annoyed that of course this guy was just like all the rest. Daddy would be insufferable after this, would probably want to fuck Dean at least twice. How someone his age could have such a voracious appetite for sex Dean would never know but he suspected it had something to do with the drugs he was taking.
“Mr. Heyerdahl,” the man responded after gawking at Dean for only about five seconds, which Dean thought was some kind of record. Either people couldn’t resist staring because he was a freak in their eyes or, mostly, they wanted him for themselves. Kudos to the man for schooling his expression so fast, Dean thought with a glimmer of respect.
Sure, his face was carefully neutral and it would fool anyone, except Dean who could still see the fire in the man’s eyes. They twitched and Dean smiled sweetly, imagining that the man was trying to resist the urge to run his eyes over Dean’s whole body. Oh he would, as soon as Dean and Daddy turned their backs, but for now he did his best to seem respectful and that was more than Dean could say for most of Daddy’s friends.
“Don’t call me that in my home,” Daddy laughed, a raspy sound that sent chills down Dean’s spine. Thankfully he was distracted from that by Daddy pulling on the chain so that Dean bumped into him. “I’m Alastair tonight and this,” he nosed against Dean’s hair and that stupid fucking tiara thing. “This is my baby boy. Say hi to daddy’s new colleague, baby.”
The man’s eyes widened a fraction but that smoothed out too. If Daddy was hoping to startle a reaction out of the man he would apparently be sorely disappointed.
Dean took a sinuous step closer when Daddy loosened his grip on the chain and as soon as Dean cut into the line of sight, coming in-between the man and Daddy, the man’s eyes widened again. His gaze intensified and he didn’t fucking wait with checking Dean out that was for fucking sure. No, as soon as Dean was in the way, obscuring Daddy’s sight, the man let his eyes rake up and down Dean’s body and fucking hell, he looked like he wanted to eat Dean whole.
But somehow, in some unexplainable way, Dean didn’t get the same vibes as he got from Abaddon or any of Daddy’s other colleagues. He felt bolded by the gaze instead and stretched out his hand, every movement carefully calculated to appear as appealing as possible.
“I’m Dean,” he murmured, voice lowered a pitch now that he was directing his attention to someone other than Daddy.
Instead of meeting Dean with his own right hand, the man caught Dean’s in his left and turned it, bending down to kiss the back of his hand. The kiss was light, barely there, and Dean didn’t know why but he held his breath as he felt the man’s surprisingly soft lips brush his skin.
“Charmed,” the man murmured back, his voice lowered too and suddenly everything felt much more intimate.
“This is Castiel Novak,” Daddy’s voice suddenly boomed and jerked Dean out of the weird trance he’d found himself in. He practically jumped back and went to worm his arms around Daddy like an octopus. Daddy didn’t mind, Dean knew, in fact he loved it when Dean was clinging to him and usually Dean kind of hated it just because Daddy liked it but right now he didn’t know what he was feeling. He peeked at Castiel Novak and found that the man had schooled his expression again and was looking at Daddy. “He just moved here from Chicago and will be filling the role left by Joshua’s demise.”
Dean didn’t know who Joshua was because he had never once accepted Daddy’s dinner invites, which led Dean to believe Joshua was an okay guy. All he knew was that he had been old and that Daddy had hated him, probably because he was more concerned with doing their job and not partying.
“I see,” Dean said, still peeking fake-shyly at Mr. Novak. He wondered if the man could tell or not.
“I’m sure you’ll make a great addition to our team,” Daddy said, a certain sting to his words as if he was hoping to bring Mr. Novak into the fold with just his words alone. “Naomi spoke very highly of you.”
Mr. Novak flinched at the mention of Naomi. It was barely perceptible and Dean thought that if he hadn’t gotten so good at gauging other people’s reactions over the years he wouldn’t have noticed it. Daddy certainly hadn’t.
“I’m hoping working for the main HQ will prove interesting and fruitful,” Mr. Novak responded and it sounded so rehearsed Dean started thinking the man didn’t want to be here anymore than Dean.
“Oh, it will,” Daddy said in his rasp and turned to lead Dean away again.
Mr. Novak wisely stayed put and when Dean turned his head he saw the man definitely checking out his ass. Unlike all the rest of Daddy’s asshole friends Mr. Novak seemed embarrassed to get caught, though. An interesting reaction in a night otherwise filled with boring repetitiveness, Dean thought as he obediently poured Daddy a glass of his ridiculously expensive chardonnay.
*****
“Where’s my baby boy?”
Dean immediately begged off the company he had been entertaining and went to Daddy’s side. He’d lived long enough with the man now to know his whims and to judge his temper from the tone of his voice and Dean didn’t fancy a tantrum tonight.
His head was pounding and he was so fucking tired. It was late now, so late that many of the guests were drunk enough to literally be dancing on the tables, their voices loud as they screamed along with the loud music, laughing like maniacs.
“I missed you, Daddy,” Dean pouted as he all but flung himself into Daddy’s lap. The older man grunted but immediately started groping Dean as if there weren’t people all around them. Dean just went with it, gasping innocently when it felt appropriate and squirming into Daddy’s lecherous hand.
They were on one of the armchairs, people sitting around the littered coffee table and looking on with leers Dean felt like living things on his skin.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” Daddy groaned and Dean could already feel the man’s dick poking his ass. “Daddy’s own little fucktoy.”
Dean sighed inwardly, hoping that whatever Daddy had been drinking and doing this evening would be enough to kill his hard-on before Dean had to take care of it. Sex with sober Daddy was mostly whatever, sex with drunk Daddy was a hassle.
“Daddy, I’m embarrassed,” Dean mumbled, ducking his head shyly to appear more appeasing and it worked like it usually did because yeah, Daddy wanted to show Dean off but only to a certain extent.
“Here,” Daddy cooed, which sounded fucking stupid with his raspy voice. “Have some dip.”
Oh fuck, not this… Dean was hungry, that was for sure, but he hated getting fed. He wasn’t a pet and he certainly wasn’t a kid, he felt so fucking stupid every time Daddy insisted on it and it was worse when he did it in front of other people. But it was arousing to him, Dean knew from experience, and yeah Dean could see how it could be. It was intimate and there could be a power play about it, sure. But Dean just… he was so fucking tired of it.
But when Daddy held up his finger, dipped directly into the bowl with no regard for sanitation, Dean opened his mouth like the obedient bitch he was playing and sucked it all down.
“That’s it, good boy,” Daddy wheezed and Dean felt the fucker’s dick jerking where he was sat, perched in Daddy’s lap. “Yeah wrap those cocksucker lips around me. Tastes good, yes?”
It well should with how expensive it was. Creamy and rich in flavor, just enough to cover Daddy’s usually pretty acrid taste. Dean was just hoping Daddy hadn’t been handling drugs with his fingers because last time that had happened Dean had ended up with some pretty nasty misfires.
“So good, Daddy,” he moaned prettily, licking his lips for emphasis and he thought Daddy either didn’t care one iota or he was in reality pretty stupid because anyone could fucking see how fake Dean was being right now.
“Feed him this, Al,” a man dressed in a sharp suit said and pushed over a bowl of grapes. Dean eyed the man, not remembering him from earlier parties and certainly not willing to trust that the grapes hadn’t been tampered with.
Daddy didn’t care about that, though, because why would he? He just leaned forward and picked up the bowl, Dean clinging to him to not fall off his lap.
“See what you do to people, Dean?” Daddy rasped and wound the golden chain around his hand as he leaned back, putting the bowl of grapes in Dean’s hands. “Everyone loves you.”
“But I love only Daddy,” Dean answered dutifully but with a little singsong voice, enough to indicate to everyone around him that he absolutely adored the older man and was so goddamn content to be here right now.
Daddy picked up one of the grapes, green and seedless and fucking glistening in the dim light. “Yes you do,” he groaned, pressing the grape to Dean’s lips. “You’re my little slut.”
And okay, so, Dean knew a lot of ways to be seductive by now. How to lick his lips, how to lick and suck Daddy’s fingers, how to eat most things in a seductive way. But grapes were just… just grapes . Small and round and it popped into Dean’s mouth too fast for him to be sexy about it. He just felt ridiculous. But he chewed and swallowed fast enough for Daddy not to get disappointed yet, he had to be more careful with the next one, Dean thought. Savor it or maybe lick Daddy’s fingers in the process. Moan like a bitch in heat, maybe?
Daddy helped facilitate that by popping the next one in using his thumb. Dean caught the man’s wrist in a delicate grip and sucked a little longer on the offered digit, ignoring the taste of Daddy’s skin, now without the dip to mask it.
He moaned around the thumb and heard that unnamed man groan deeply.
“You jerk off in the bathroom, not here Bart,” Daddy said, his voice silky smooth but Dean knew that Daddy was the most dangerous when his tone was like this. Apparently the other man—Bart—knew as well because he just nodded and leaned forward a bit.
“I know, Al, I know.”
So he did know? Dean mused about that for a while, chewing slowly on his grape and allowing Daddy to rub a new one against his lips before he parted them. If this Bart knew about Daddy’s rules then he must have been here before at another party, maybe Dean just didn’t remember him. He usually took care not to get too drunk but there were often a lot of people and Daddy only introduced Dean to the ones he thought were the most deserving of Dean’s visage. Dean just hoped that was the case and not that Daddy went around talking about Dean and the rules outside of this mansion, although he wouldn’t put that past the man. Daddy liked to brag, after all.
Dean was on his sixth grape, steadfastly ignoring Daddy’s increasingly hard dick and resigning himself to an evening of awkward humping and bad ass prepping when he caught sight of that newcomer across the room.
Mr. Novak was standing by himself, half shrouded in shadows and clutching an empty whisky tumbler. His gaze was laser focused on Dean and Dean felt a jolt go through him at the almost dangerous look in the man’s eyes. Because it wasn’t dangerous as in scary, it was… intriguing, for the lack of a better word.
He was staring at Dean as if he was either angry that Dean was being fed or as if the act simply made him want to devour Dean. And that second option was something Dean was highly used to and didn’t care much about. The first option however, was strangely pleasing.
Pleasing enough that Dean felt bold enough to stare straight at the man as Daddy raised yet another grape to Dean’s mouth. He wrapped his lips around both the grape and Daddy’s fingers, moaning as he licked the offered treat into his mouth.
“Fuck yeah,” Bart grunted and Dean felt Daddy breathe out harshly against his cheek.
But their reactions were not interesting in the least. What was interesting however, was that Mr. Novak apparently had noticed him staring and now that their eyes met while Dean was busy licking Daddy’s fingers, Mr. Novak looked adorably flustered. Well, that was certainly new for Dean.
Mr. Novak had to be somewhere around 8-12 years older than Dean and he was certainly influential if he had managed to get a job at the Sandover HQ and get invited to one of Daddy’s parties, but in this moment Dean felt more powerful.
Because Dean was for looking at, never to touch, all of Daddy’s guests knew this and it was something that made Dean feel safe and that ensured that he gave no one but Daddy his interest but now… seeing Mr. Novak so easily flustered made Dean curious about how far he could take this. Sure, he had Bart’s attention, the man was almost panting like a fucking dog, but Mr. Novak was so subtle about it. Almost as if he didn’t want to impose on Dean rather than because of Daddy’s rules, which Dean was sure was untrue but still. Daddy’s rules said Mr. Novak was free to look and yet there he was, hiding in the shadows as if his attraction was a source of shame.
Dean liked that. Because, well, fuck them all, right? All the rich perverts that came here, drinking Daddy’s whine and eating his food, gawking at Dean only to go home and dry-hump their uninterested wives, thinking about Dean’s supple body. Fuck them all.
He chewed and swallowed deeply, opening his mouth wide so that Mr. Novak could see that he had been a good boy and swallowed it all, like he usually did. Mr. Novak’s hand trembled and his eyes shone but other than that he was a master at the poker face and Dean loved it.
He looked at Mr. Novak with hooded eyes as Daddy fed him another grape, sucking on the man’s thumb again and ignoring Daddy’s harsh breaths as he felt arousal shoot through him when Mr. Novak met his gaze head on. It caught him by surprise but it wasn’t unpleasant. Mr. Novak was an objectively handsome man and Dean knew he was a sexual creature, much more than what Daddy got to experience, so he wasn’t overly surprised, just enough to make the experience of eyefucking while eating grapes more pleasurable. The only thing he regretted was the angle because from here he couldn’t see if Mr. Novak was truly as aroused as he looked.
He shifted just to see if he could maybe get a glimpse, craning his neck a little and the motion made Mr. Novak straighten his back, almost as if he knew what Dean wanted. He grinned at the man but was robbed of seeing Mr. Novak’s answering expression when Daddy grabbed him harshly and bit down on his neck.
“Such a little tease tonight, aren’t you?” he growled and Dean shivered, knowing full well what would come in the wake of such a growl. “Go up and wait for your daddy, naked.”
Dean keened lowly and squirmed in Daddy’s lap, making sure to grind on the man’s rock hard dick. He was unsure if Daddy or perhaps this Bart had seen him toying with Mr. Novak and while it had been a fun pastime Dean didn’t fancy catching Daddy’s wrath. Daddy could be terribly jealous, after all.
“Wanna wear the choker,” he moaned sweetly and heard Bart let out a punched-out sound while Daddy just grinned at him. There was nothing in the older man’s eyes that told Dean he was in trouble so he felt mostly relieved when Daddy yanked him into a rough kiss.
“Such a sexy slut for me,” Daddy growled, hand clamped down on Dean’s neck as he groped Dean’s ass with the other. “Anything you want, baby boy.”
No, not anything, Dean thought as he weaved his way through the room, making sure to walk past Mr. Novak in the process. A roof over his head and his college tuition paid in full, yes, but hardly anything he wanted.
Mr. Novak was still staring at him when Dean turned his head just as he exited the room. This time the man didn’t look embarrassed to get caught and Dean pondered the change later that night when the party was over and Daddy was lying beside Dean, fucked out and snoring loudly.