#fic let

You’d been bored all day because Logan had been training and he’d had to leave literally at sunrise and so when you got a text saying all done bub, you practically sprinted down to the garage. He’d been your boyfriend for ages and this was your routine by now. He’d go and train and you’d wait around and then he’d text and you’d go greet him kinda like a well trained pup.

What you weren’t expecting when you ran down to the garage, was for him to be shirtless. You gulped and walked up to him. His shirt was off and over his shoulder. He was covered in sweat, so he was shiny as fuck. His chest hairs were stuck to his chest and damn, he was hot. Damn, he was so so hot.

“Something wrong, bub? You’re staring,” he said with a raised eyebrow, startling you out of your daze.

You looked up at his face, yes, his face, don’t stare at his tit-chest. You looked up at his FACE and smiled.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you muttered.

“Baby boy, I can hear you but can you speak up? Nobody likes a mumbler,” he said sternly, albeit playfully.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you said clearly.

He took a step closer so you were almost chest to titties- wait, no, chest and he slowly moved his hand up to your chin. His thumb was on your lip and he smiled.

“You sure, bub?”

You nodded and then looked back down at his chest and slowly raised your hand and lightly touched his lowkey perfect… titties. He chuckled and glanced down at your hand.

“You like what you see, baby boy?”

You nodded and glanced back up at him. He had a smirk on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You’re hot,” you mumbled.

“Hey, no mumbling,” he chided playfully.

“You’re hot,” you said slightly more clearer.

He looked down at your hand again and raised his eyebrow.

“Come on, bub, speak clearly.”

“I like your titties!” You said loudly before blushing and glancing away from him.

He chuckled, nodded and turned you around and started walking you out of the garage. He leaned in and smirked.

“A little birdie told me what that means so you and me, bedroom.”

Nate, of course, was born to wear cardigans, with his big green eyes, marble skin and elegant bone structure. Much as Brad would give anyone else so much shit about that being the gayest thing since rollerblading, or iced lattes, or purse-sized pomeranians in their own tiny sweaters - Fick manages to make it look to effortlessly classy that Brad feels kind of underdressed next to him.

Brad will wear a flannel, a sweatshirt, or a jacket if it's cold, but it's pretty rare that he ever deems it cold enough.

But tonight is a special occasion. Their first proper date since Brad came home from England, and Nate left the Corps altogether.

He'd look like a moron in a suit, or even just a blazer over his neatly pressed shirt, way too try hard. But he goes out, and with a little help from Ray, who laughs at him even through several creative threats of physical violence, picks out a tasteful, dark green knitted v-neck sweater. With sleeves. He'd have to throw himself down the stairs if he picked out a fucking sweater vest.

He fusses with the collar, just a little, a couple sprays of aftershave, a little product in his still-regulation-short hair and he's more or less done. Any more is overkill. It's weird enough being in this civilian shit.

It's the middle of October, just starting to get colder, mist laying heavy around the trees at the end of the yard.

Nate shows up, as agreed, at six sharp - Brad has eyes on him through the front window, before he even rings the doorbell.

He's wearing a blazer, no tie, chinos rather than dress pants. He looks gorgeous. Bastard.

Brad hesitates before going to the door. Maybe it's too much, maybe he does, in fact, look stupid. But the idea of backing down offends his warrior spirit way more than the knitwear ever could.

Nate looks a little surprised at first when Brad opens the door, before a warm smile spreads across his face as he looks him up and down.

'Hey, so uh... you must be Mr. Colbert. I was kinda hoping to take Brad out tonight? I'll have him back by ten, Sir, I promise..'

Brad nearly shuts the door in his face. 'Ray has way too much influence on you. I can take it off..'

'No, I like it. I just wasn't expecting it.'

'It's a date! Our first date! Just because you know what I look like doesn't seem like a good reason to not try a little. '

'I'm very flattered. And you look gorgeous..'

'You don't have to lie to me, I-'

Yes, exactly that. That-which-he-had-avoided-thinking-about-as-much-as-he-could, Spock just finally put some semblance of words to what the hell had been happening between them both for a long while now.

Stolen glances across the bridge that lingered for a few seconds longer than appropriate.

Working together in the sick bay labs, noticing they were standing too close, closing the gap a little further, Spock pausing.

McCoy grabbing Spock by the front of his science blues in anger during one of their disagreements and the fury filtering out of Leonard at the heated stare Spock gave back.

Spock pulling Bones from a treturous fall from a ledge on a beam down just last week, and their bodies being pinned for a few moments after the rescue, feeling the rise and fall of deep breaths of relief against the other, a subtle push and pull as they pressed their chests together harder.

"Listen, Spock, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable—"

Spock held out his hand. "Cease speaking, Leonard. You misunderstand." With that hand, Spock took McCoy by the wrist and pulled him gently, but it took the doctor by surprise and he fell haphazardly into Spock on his desk chair.

He paused, gripping Spock's shoulder for balance and before Bones could retract the position, Spock lifted his knees to shimmy McCoy squarely into his lap.

The doctor felt his face heat immediately. It only got even hotter as he felt cool finger tips at the hem of his tunic lifting it and exposing his stomach, when the air touched his exposed flesh he groaned in the back of his throat.

Spock's hypersensitive hands must be feeling the tremor of anticipation in McCoy's abdominal muscles; the pads of those long elegant fingers could surely feel Bones' racing heartbeat as they traced up his torso slowly. He trusted the Vulcan was shielding his touch telepathy, to defend McCoy against betraying his own thoughts projecting to Spock, protecting his privacy even in this intensely intimate moment. Not that it mattered, as every goddamn emotion was projecting from his face and told Spock all he needed to know.

Stop. Don't stop. We can't do this. I've been wanting this for so long I can't remember when it began but all I know is if you stop touching me I'm gonna— Combust.

Spock's left hand joined the right in its ministrations, as though trying to touch as much of McCoy as he could, as though he were irresistible. Bones' shoulders shrugged up self-consciously.

Leonard knew the strength behind this soft sensuous touch, that Vulcan strength could easily snap him in two without any effort at all, and if that wasn't hot as hell— the physician's tension in his shoulders seemed to snap at the thought and he squirmed in Spock's lap, his hands coming down on Spock's thighs and holding on tightly.

"Something on your mind, Doctor?" Spock asked, cool and calm, the only indication that anything was getting through that Vulcan façade was clear for McCoy to see if he dared to glance down.

"Don't you mind me, Spock." Bones' chest rose and fell in one deep breath. "Carry on, then." He added haughtily.

Spock's eyebrow quirked. That bastard.

There was a beat where nothing happened, but McCoy straightened himself so he could gaze at Spock and gauge what the hell he was playing at. He was acutely aware of Spock's muscled thighs under his ass, and opened his mouth to say something because he had no idea what to do—And then those cool, soft, competent fingers rose higher and higher and warm palms smoothed along his ribs. McCoy groaned and fell forwards, his face inches from Spock's neck.

"What?" Dean's face had turned pink as he slowly turned to face Sam and he gulped. "He?" He

squeaked.

Sam was speechless for a second. Surely Dean didn't think he hadn't noticed his own brother's proclivities.

"Yeah? He's friends with Charlie-"

"Charlie's friends with everyone in town." Dean interjected, and Sam ignored him.

"-single, your age, Charlie says he's dreamy."

Dean shook his head, obviously sweeping past the fact he'd basically just come out, and turned away again.

"Dark hair, tall, blue eyes…?" Sam continued desperately and Dean stopped again. Sam watched him reluctantly take a few steps towards him, interest clear on his face and Sam knew he had him.

"Yeah? He funny? Smart? What does he do?" Dean asked with narrowed eyes.

"Uh, don't know if he's funny but he must be smart because he teaches at KU."

Dean's face did an odd little twitch thing then went blank. Sam had no idea his brother went for the academic type but it's not the first time Dean has surprised him and it won't be the last.

"Sounds like he's way outta my league, Sammy." Dean patted him on the shoulder and moved to leave again.

Sam couldn't believe this. Dean is an engineer, owner of his own business, who not only raised Sam, raised him to be kind, polite and a damn lawyer. He didn't give himself enough credit for the things he's achieved. Time to pull out the hail Mary.

"I'll pay!" Sam called out. Dean didn't stop again but he threw his hands into the air and sighed.

"Fine! Someplace nice!" Dean agreed and Sam immediately pulled out his phone to make a reservation at the nicest place in their small town and let Charlie know his part of the mission was accomplished.

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"Cas?"

"Yes?"

Charlie kept her eyes glued to the screen as her thumbs danced over the controller.

"When was the last time you went on a date?"

"Wednesday," Cas intoned flatly, also keeping his attention on Rainbow Road.

"Oh, haha, very funny!" Charlie giggled. Cas was great, really great but he didn't exactly do normal humany type things. He'd been raised pretty isolated by a bunch of assholes so when Charlie had met the weirdo, she'd taken him under her own weird wing and adopted him like every good extrovert should do. "Would you like to?"

"With you? No." Cas replied and Charlie snorted inelegantly.

"No, I mean, like, a blind date maybe?" Charlie asked carefully as she narrowly avoided a thrown green shell.

"Still no."

"Come on, dude. He's awesome! He's smart, funny, owns his own engineering business…" She violently twisted her controller as if it would help her turn a tight bend. "I think you'd like him."

"Is he hot?" Cas asked bluntly and Charlie turned to look at him with her mouth open. She ignored her Princess Peach character flying over the edge of the road in favor of staring at him, gobsmacked.

He didn't look back until the race was over then he smirked at her.

"What? I can be shallow sometimes too, you know. I'm not looking for a boyfriend but a lay might be nice." He shrugged and Charlie had to mentally realign for a second.

"He's tall, pretty enough to turn even my head, green eyes, big shoulders…um…what else do guys like? Nice arms?" Charlie tried but Cas didn't look impressed.

"Does he know he's being set up?" Cas raised his eyebrow and she knew she looked guilty as fuck.

"Not yet." she said quietly, "but his little brother is pretty good at persuading him."

"Oh, that's wonderful. A blind date against their will," Cas raised a very sarcastic thumbs up and smiled sardonically.

Charlie fidgeted, time to bring out the blue shell.

"I'll pay!" Charlie blurted out and Cas rolled his eyes.

"Fine." He sighed. "I'll go but you have to drive me. I don't want to leave my car there overnight." Cas said then surprised her again by waggling his eyebrows at her.

"Fine." Her phone dinged with a message from Sam telling her he'd done his bit, closely followed by reservation details. She huffed at the restaurant because it was the best in town, Dean must have really put up a fight.

A few days later, Charlie pulled up to the main door of the restaurant in her little yellow beetle and watched, amused, as Cas unfolded himself out onto the sidewalk.

"Alright, Cas. Leave this on the table so he knows who you are." She handed him a small hardback book of Keats. "I'm going to hang back a little bit, just in case he's bailed. Text me if you need rescuing, although I really don't think you will. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" She winked at his frowning face and pulled away from the curb. She drifted into a parking spot near the big black car she recognised as belonging to the Winchesters and waited.

Sam climbed out first, gave her a sneaky little wave then leaned down to speak through the window, presumably to his brother. He waved his hands around a bit and Dean finally got out of the car himself. He was looking smart in neat slacks and a dark button down. Charlie mentally facepalmed as he was still wearing his boots. She was sure Castiel wouldn't mind though. Sam gestured back at her and she gave a cheerful double thumbs up at Dean when he peered at her through the windshield. He rolled his eyes and gave his best grumpy face, which, she would never tell him, was downright adorable.

She rolled down her window.

"Oh, Dean, he'll have a book on the table." She told him sweetly then leant over and opened the passenger door for Sam as Dean headed into the restaurant.

"Hey, Sam, how'd it go? Cas was a pain in the ass. I had to offer to pay." She shook her head sadly but Sam laughed.

"Don't worry, we'll split it. I had to offer the same thing!"

The two had an unrestricted view of the whole seating area through the window and watched as Dean walked in and shared a few words with the hostess. She pointed to Cas where he sat and Dean rushed towards the table. Charlie approved when Castiel stood politely but Dean wasn't slowing down. She watched in horror as Dean raised his hands, cupping Castiel's face in his big palms and going in for a kiss. She could see the tongue action from here.

"What the fuck?" Charlie said breathlessly.

"What the fuck?" Sam said at the same time, just as breathless.

They looked at each other, then back at the window where Castiel had responded enthusiastically and they now stood making out, oblivious to the other patrons, then looked back at each other.

A couple of minutes passed in silence as the two in the car did their best fish impressions and the two in the restaurant finally sat down, grinning at each other. Dean and Cas both pulled out their phones then a couple of seconds later Sam's phone pinged, then Charlie's.

- Hey, bitch. Meet my boyfriend. Thanks for the credit card, I'll be having seconds and the whisky from the top shelf I never let myself get. 😈 -

- Hello, Charlie. I think you've already met my boyfriend of the last eight months. Thank you for your credit card. I promise to not take advantage. 😇 -

Sam and Charlie looked up as one and watched Dean and Cas give them a little wave.