Author: Chaoticdean (@chaoticdean)
Artist: Deancodedcastielenby (@deancodedcastielenbyâ)
No Major Archive Warnings
Tags:Â Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Soccer AU, soccer player Castiel, soccer player Dean Winchester, secret relationship, homophobia, bisexual Dean Winchester, pansexual Castiel, team everyone switches forever, come play
Summary:
Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester have virtually nothing in common: theyâre both from different countries (Cas would argue that Canada and the US arenât that different but Dean begs to differ), they come from wildly different types of families, and where Castiel excelled at school Dean failed. When it comes to their social skills theyâre also diametrically opposed: Dean is outgoing, funny and easy-going; Castiel is more of an introvert who likes books and still has to see any Star Wars movie.
In real life though, Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester are both professional soccer players with the same position in concurrent teams.
It would be complicated enough as it is, but Dean and Cas have also been a couple for several years, hiding their relationship from the public and homophobia in the world of soccer while living in Europe away from their families.
Can they make it through another season without cracking?
Preview:
âOFFSIDE?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN âOFFSIDEâ?!â Castiel yells as the linesman waves his stupid little flag, indicating that the goal he just scored doesnât actually count.
It was a fucking magnificent goal- the ball was coming from Balt on the left side and Cas managed to get rid of three defenders on his own before he put the ball right into the top corner.
A Novak special, if you will.
âIt means we have one more chance to beat your ass,â a voice he knows too well fake-whisper next to him.
Castiel turns around and immediately slams into the body of his opponent of the day- Atletico Madridâs number 11, the one and only Dean Winchester.
âFuck off,â he says as he and Dean size each other up, both of their forehead coming to rest against the other.
Dean wears a black jersey, indicating that heâs not playing home today- despite the Santiago-BernabĂŠu stadium and the Metropolitano only being 15 minutes away from each other. Cas is wearing his favorite jersey- the white and gold one, his home jersey, sporting number 7.
Winchester flashes a smile at him, one of those cocky ones that make Casâ blood boil. But right before he does something about it, the referee is standing next to them and firmly pushes Dean off Cas.
âTake a breather, you two, or Iâm carding you both!â
Cas trots away, still fuming, but not wanting to add on to the pile and potentially ruin the night by getting a red card.
Half an hour later and the refereeâs whistle signals the end of the game, with the win going to Casâ adversaries.
1-2, Atletico takes the win.
Winchester scored twice.
Cas goes back to the dressing room angry at himself and the team.
Itâs only two hours later when Dean and Cas, back in the apartment theyâve been sharing for several years in downtown Madrid, settle their dispute on the counter of their kitchen.
âI wanted to- ahh- punch you in the face,â Cas whines as Dean puts both of his legs on his shoulder, allowing him to hit that sweet spot right there inside of Cas. âFuck, Dean-â
âYeah, you did?â Dean smiles, that same cocky smile he did on the field. âI wanted to kiss you so bad, shame the ref interrupted us honestly.â
Cas canât help the laugh that escapes him, right until it transforms into a whine because goddammit, Dean is too damn good at finding all the right moves to drive him crazy. The sound his cock makes as he pushes and pulls into Cas shouldnât sound so hot, but neither should the way Cas can feel Deanâs heavy balls slap against his hole.
âI swear if you donât bend me in half and fuck me like a man already Iâm going to go insane,â Cas snarls, right before Dean kisses him sloppily, all tongues and teeth.
âMhm, is that a request or an order, Novak?â Dean smiles against Casâ lips as he pistons his hips faster into the warmth of Casâ ass.
âI wanna feel it when I train tomorrow- ah holy shit,â Cas whines as Dean complies, folding him in half over the table and letting his cock drag in and out of Casâ puffy asshole.
It barely takes them both a minute to come after that. Dean carries a half-asleep Cas to the shower and takes care of them both, before they head to bed.
Together, like theyâve been doing for four years since they both came to Europe to play soccer. Together, but not for the camera, for which theyâre both playing the game of being enemies that hate each other.
But tonight, right before Cas falls asleep, the only thing he can feel is Dean, all warm and here against him. He brushes a kiss underneath Casâ earlobe, that secret spot he loves so much, and hums an âI love youâ, that Cas sleepily answers with a âme tooâ that barely sounds like something.
Itâs been their lives for the past four years.
But Cas wonders if they have it in them to go on like this for a fifth.
