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They had been standing in line for ages, and Cas was beginning to get impatient. The exhibition had sounded interesting enough to him and his husband and boyfriend, Dean and Inias, that they had all made sure to get the same day off, but of course everyone else in town obviously had the same idea.
There were hundreds of people in front of them – at least that's what it felt like – and the line was moving so slowly.
“We could be here all day,” he complained, trying not to sound fed up, but failing.
Dean, wearing the shirt Inias got him for his birthday with the tyrannosaurus rex from Jurassic Park wearing a pair of Mickey ears that read: Wrong Park; was looking longingly at a hot dog cart about twenty yards away. “If we are, you two owe me three orgasms minimum.”
An older woman standing in line in front of them, with a blonde Karen haircut and ugly wire rim glasses, gasped as she turned to look at them in disgust.
Here we go. Dean smirked and flagged her a toothy smile. “Don't be jealous my boyfriend and husband fuck me better than your limp dick of a guy ever could.”
Inias snorted next to them as “Karen” walked away, shaking her head and cursing. He pulled down his aviators a little on his nose, looking after her before he smirked. "Hey... so I think we might be standing in the wrong line. But let me check, I'll be right back," he said before he pressed a kiss on Dean's and then Cas's cheeks before vanishing down an adjacent hallway.
“I swear to fuck if we've been waiting in the wrong line this past hour,” Dean grumbled.
“I know we’re in the correct line,” Cas said decisively, frowning at Dean before lowering his voice to a whisper, “And you shouldn't talk to people that way, even if they are being annoying. That's bratty behavior.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Since when do you not like me calling people out on their homophobia?”
Cas leaned closer to Dean until his mouth grazed Dean's ear. “Maybe she wasn't being homophobic. Maybe the thought of the three of us together turned her on so much she had to take care of herself. Who knows what she's doing now.”
As he drew back he smirked at Dean, and gestured in the direction of the bathrooms with his head.
Dean held his gaze and folded his arms over his chest. “You know that bitch was being homophobic. And don't make me think about her doing stuff to herself,” he said with a shudder.
“Okay, you have a point,” Cas conceded, “but I still think you should be punished for being a brat.”
Before they could continue the conversation, Inias came back with a shit eating grin. "I found the room with the... things you wanted to see. And the best part: No waiting line."
Cas felt a sense of relief at not having to wait in the line any longer, even though it probably meant that Inias had done something to bend the rules. “I don't know how you managed that, but thank you. We need to get home some time today so I can punish Dean.”
"I can't even leave the two of you alone for more than two minutes," Inias said with a headshake before he took each of their hands and guided them into the hallway he had vanished to earlier.
He opened a door with a sign on it, but Cas couldn't see what it said before he ushered them inside. He noticed too late that it was a supply closet. Inias smirked and locked the door behind him. "So let me show you the most interesting thing in this museum," he purred before he opened his pants and pulled out his boner.
Cas gasped as his heart sped up with excitement. Inias was always full of surprises, and this was definitely a good one. “What would you like us to do with it, Master?”
Inias reached out to card his fingers lovingly through Cas's hair. "Aren't you a good little pet?" He tightened his grip on his hair to pull him in, his hot breath ghosting over Cas's lips. "I want the two of you on your knees, worshipping my cock."
Dean grabbed a couple of rags from the shelf of supplies, and created makeshift pads on the cement floor. At Cas’s curious eyebrow raise, Dean said, “We ain't getting any younger.” Then he proceeded to drop to his knees in front of Inias.
Sadly, Cas had to agree with Dean, but he didn't say anything as he had a better use for his mouth in that moment. He dropped to his knees too and crossed his arms behind his back, then leaned forward to wrap his lips around the head of Inias's cock.
Inias licked over his own lips and closed his eyes with a groan before he grabbed Dean's hair and pulled him towards his cock from the other side. "Get in there, slut. Show me what you can do."
Cas could feel the way Dean licked around the base of Inias's cock before he dipped lower and sucked one of Inias's balls in his mouth.
Inias reached out to Cas's hair as well, tightening his grip as he groaned in lust. "Yeah, just like that. Who would have thought going to the museum was so stimulating?"
Cas loved when Inias treated him kind of roughly like that, and he hummed around his cock in sheer pleasure.
Inias then dangled a small package of lube in front of him, one of those single use packages they had gotten from Pride. “Open this and get Dean’s slutty hole ready.”
Cas pulled off Inias's cock with a pop and took the package from him. “Turn around and present your hole to me,” he said to Dean as he tore the top off the package.
Ever the obedient sub, Dean pushed his pants down to his knees, leaned forward, and parted his cheeks, revealing a blue jewel handle of a butt plug. Dean cast a smirk over his shoulder at Cas. “Like this, Master?”
"Oh, look who made his hole pretty for you, Cas," Inias said with a proud smirk.
Cas’s cock twitched in his boxers at the sight, and ran his hands lovingly over Dean’s ass, before slapping the right cheek with the palm of his hand. At the same time, he took hold of the plug’s handle with his other hand and began to toy with Dean; twisting it and fucking him with it.
“Oh, fuck,” Dean murmured, a pleasured little whimper escaping as his head fell forward against Inias's thigh.
Inias still had his fingers in Dean's hair, massaging him, "Tell me what Cas is doing to you right now," he commanded as he pressed his cock against Cas's lips.
“Master,” Dean gasped out, “He's fucking me with the butt plug I put in, in case one of you wanted easy access to my hole today.” He said the words through punctuated moans, and his hands were visibly shaking, trying to keep himself upright.
Cas decided to go easy on Dean then, especially as he was trying so hard to be good. He pulled the plug out and said to Dean, “Open your mouth.”
After a little moan, a whine of loss, Dean craned his neck to look at Cas and parted his lips.
Cas smiled at him, then slipped the plug into Dean’s mouth. Ever obedient, Dean accepted it without hesitation, then faced forward again as Cas coated his fingers with the small amount of lube, before bringing them to Dean’s hole.
The plug had opened him up nicely, and Cas was able to easily slip two fingers inside him. “Look at your slutty hole, so ready to take whatever you’re given,” Cas said, his voice croaky with lust.
Inias slapped Cas’s ass more playfully than hard before he started to open Cas’s jeans, pulling them down – just enough to expose his ass. “Don’t think I forgot about you.”
Cas gasped and lifted his ass higher, hoping to feel more of his Dom's touch. The thought of it made him harder, and he fucked his fingers deeper inside Dean as they both waited for Inias's next command.
He could feel Inias' fingers roughly rubbing over his hole as he purred. "You are so not prepared for me..."
“I want to feel you,” Cas begged. “Please will you prepare me?”
"I don't know if you earned that." Inias slapped Cas's ass hard. "You can ask Dean if he wants to eat you out. Otherwise you won't get any prep."
Cas swallowed hard and nodded in understanding. “Dean, our Master wants to know if you will eat me out,” he said as he reached around to take the plug back out of Dean's mouth.
“Will my other Master fuck me while I do?” Dean asked, his voice husky, and his cock dripping.
Inias reached out to gently touch Dean's face, rubbing his thumb over his cheekbone. "Since you're being so lovely today... you absolutely earned that right. Show me your hole."
Dean repositioned himself rather agilely considering the lack of space in this cramped room with three grown men. He got into the inspection position for Inias, like the perfect little sub he was.
Inias groaned, his eyes hungry as he stroked over Dean's ass before guiding his own cock to his entrance. He reached to Dean's mouth and covered it with his hand before he pushed inside in one brutal thrust.
Dean's muffled moan was still pretty loud, and he arched against Inias's thrusts, especially when said thrusts grew harder and faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around them, and Dean was making insanely sexy noises, despite the hand covering his mouth.
Watching the two people he loved so much lost in the throes of pleasure had Cas so turned on, his cock was practically throbbing with need. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but it was against the rules. His cock belonged to Inias, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Before Inias let go of Dean's mouth, he whispered, “Try to be quiet when I let go.” He looked at Cas with a stern look. “Why are you still just watching? Get in front of Dean so his mouth can get busy.” He slowly slid his hand away from Dean's lips in favor of grabbing his hips for more leverage.
Cas quickly did as he was told; moving into position in front of Dean and lifting his ass towards Dean's mouth. He immediately felt Dean's tongue prodding at his hole, and he dropped his head to the floor as he let out a moan.
Every time Inias thrusted forward he pushed Dean’s face against Cas’s ass, as if in reality he was fucking him through Dean. “Fuck, you really like eating Cas out, huh? I felt you clenching around me.”
He could feel Dean grip his cheeks, a firm grasp as his tongue plunged in deep, teasing Cas’s inner walls. The heat of his breath cascading over the sensitive flesh, the slight stubble on Dean's face was creating a pleasant friction that made Cas’s toes curl.
“Fuck,” he said through a groan, the fact that he might be heard on the other side of the door only turning him on even more.
“That’s enough, Dean.” Inias pressed out through a groan before he pulled out of Dean. “Cas, come here and take over fucking Dean.”
Cas moved even quicker this time, and a couple of seconds later he was sinking into the tight, wet heat of Dean's sexy ass. It felt almost unbearably good around his poor neglected cock, and he knew he wasn't going to last very long.
That’s when he felt Inias’s hands on his shoulder, pushing him forward a little to bend over before his cockhead bumped against his hole. “I love fucking you when you’re barely prepped,” he whispered hotly into Cas’s ear before Inias started to push inside of him, trapping him between Dean and Inias.
The sensations he felt from fucking and being fucked were instantly overpowering, and as Inias's thrusts pushed him deeper into Dean, he was already teetering on the edge. He was making sounds that even he didn't recognize; babbling in what almost sounded like another language.
“Tell Dean what I’m doing to you,” Inias whispered into Cas’s ear, one hand loosely around Cas’s throat, the other on his hip before he softly bit Cas’s earlobe.
Cas gasped, and tried to form coherent thoughts before speaking. “I–Inias… Master is fucking into me and it feels so good. And he's holding my throat to keep me in position, and fuck!” A well-timed, deep thrust caused him to lose focus, and he clutched at Dean's sides to steady himself.
Dean was moaning like a porn star, and he started to shudder. “Masters… fuck, I'm gonna come untouched, can I come?” He managed to breathe out between moans and whimpers, clenching hard around Cas's girth.
“Yes, come for us,” Cas gritted out. “Show us h–how much you love being used like this.”
“You can both come whenever you want today. You’re doing so well,” Inias gasped into his ear and Cas could hear that he was close as well. His fingers tightened around his throat possessively for a moment. “Do you want to come for me, Cas?”
Cas nodded. “Yes… I want to come, and fill Dean until he’s dripping with it.” With that he picked up the pace and fucked into Dean one, two, three more times before he gasped out as his orgasm ripped through him.
“Fuck, it feels so good when you come,” Inias groaned as he fucked Cas through his orgasm.
With a whimper Dean came, clenching around Cas’s softening and oversensitive erection. “Oh, fuck!”
“That’s it, Dean,” Cas encouraged. “You’ve been so good for us.”
Cas could feel how hard Inias was pressing in, finally coming as well, filling him to the brim with his hot cum. He groaned into his ear before he leaned down to softly bite his shoulder, whispering a drawn out, “Fuck.”
Slowly and carefully, Cas pulled out of Dean as Inias pulled out of him, and then the three of them attempted to make themselves decent.
“The museum is quite different from how I remember it,” Cas said dryly, as he smoothed his hand over his hair.
Inias laughed before he shrugged, zipping up his jeans. "I don't know. I thought it was very stimulating." He waited until everyone was dressed before he unlocked the door and carefully looked outside, waving at them to follow.
The moment they were outside, Sam spotted them and ran up to them like an overexcited moose. "Guys, where were you? I found the bones!"
Suddenly Dean, Inias, Sam and the museum dissolved and Cas found himself lying in the dark, in his and Dean’s bed. He sat up and rubbed his head, full of confusion about the dream he’d just had.
He heard a sharp gasp and he could feel the way the bed shifted. A moment later, Dean turned on the bedside lamp and let out a soft groan. “What the fuck…”
Cas turned around to face him, and he could see that Dean looked just as confused as he felt. “Did we just have the same dream again?”
Dean scrubbed his hand over his face and gave him a sidelong glance. “Did you dream that we were at some exhibit thing, with that weirdo angel who kept lookin’ at you funny during your crazy era?”
“Yes,” Cas confirmed, “but I can't believe we still didn’t get to see the bones!”
Dean looked at the readers with an unamused expression before turning to Cas. “That's your focus?”