Fake It Till You Bake It!
Title: Fake It Till You Bake It!
Tags: Modern AU, Flirting, 5+1, Smut, Kitchen disaster with a happy ending
Author: @adromelke Artist: @onowey
Castiel is recommended to visit Kinky Pie, a baking supplies store, to impress his date with some home-baked desserts. The date goes horribly wrong and so does the baking, but meeting the handsome and flirty shop owner still feels right. Castiel keeps going back, but how long can he continue shopping for ingredients never to be used? How long till Dean figures Castiel out?
Dean lights up. Cas sounds delicious, like coffee liquor and sugar cane; and Dean is so, so into sweets he wants to lick at the source of the sound. A very normal thing to think of a respected patron, for sure.
“How can I be of service today? Cake’s already gone?”
Cas blushes a bit at this. Dean wouldn’t mind a man who devoured a whole ass cake within days, though. Blue eyes averted, Cas fidgets with his basket, empty for now.
“I think I’m done with cakes. I would like to try my hand at something smaller. Easier to carry. Maybe something I could bring into the office?”
“The answer is macarons, dude. Bite sized, don’t need a fridge to store them, trendy, tasty, no milk, no gluten, good for everyone. You’re getting on nicely with your baking, so it’s not such a big step up.”
Castiel squirms. Was Dean being too much? Too friendly? He tries to keep it cool and professional, piling up maracon related equipment: a silicone mat with pre-drawn circles, almond flour and the best piping bag they have.
Cas obediently puts them all into his basket, but seems distracted and never stops blushing. He looks fucking cute like that.
“Hey, don’t be intimidated, Cas. It looks like a lot of fuss, but just do one step at a time, nice and slow, and it’s going to be fine. I happen to have a short video about the tricky parts on TikTok. Wanna see me embarrass myself on social media?”
Dean must have blabbered a lot, because Cas’ eyes are undeniably on his mouth, probably waiting for him to shut up. Or?
He gets hit on a reasonable number of times. He knows what it looks like when someone is interested. It looks exactly like this. But Cas is always so prim and industrious, never flirty. So. It’s a maybe at best.
He quickly finds the video on his profile and turns his phone towards Cas. He cringes when he hears his recorded voice but shrugs off the weirdness. The edit shows the main steps, like heating the sugar syrup to the perfect temperature, and beating the egg whites shiny and stiff. Hmmm. The camera zooms in on his fingers, wet and gently tapping, smoothing away the tiny peaks of the macaron shells on the silicone mat. It’s a bit, how to put it, suggestive. One finger drawing tight little circles unceasingly.
Dean sneaks a look at Cas, who’s watching mesmerized, eyes glued to the small screen. His throat works and his tongue darts out to wet his pink, chapped lips. Oh. He’s white knuckling his basket and then turns his hips subtly towards the shelter of the counter.
Honestly, it wasn’t Dean’s intention to turn Cas on with baking vids but now he’s getting hot and bothered too, just by looking at Cas being affected. Oops.
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