Gemini [Semi-hiatus]

But maybe he was wrong. He did have the height for a jock, if not so much the breadth. The smile was wary, but he wasn’t surprised about that either. What he did notice, right about the time he’d watch the guy take a seat and Jimmy would forget about him, was the way his eyes lingered on he and his brother, and he smirked a little. They always got double-takes, it was almost funny by now. Like hey wait a minute, didn’t I just see that guy?

He crossed to the opposite side of the room though, and just when he was about to duck his gaze back to his notebook the new kid was instead detouring right back over here, and his interest piqued up again.

Of course, Castiel didn’t look up until Sam was hovering just in front of his desk, and he tilted his head, flashing a tiny smile a second too late in return. Then he proceeded to stare at the back of the other’s head, noting the ay his hair flipped out behind his ears. Both of the twins shared the same unruly locks, though he suspected they might have had something to do with messing it up during the course of the day with too many fingers carding through it.

The teacher advised everyone to ‘Make Sam welcome’ before getting on with her lesson, and Castiel went back to his doodling. His curiosity was filtered through layers of introspective thought. Jimmy’s was more obvious, studying the way the other slumped as if trying to hide from being picked for a presentation. With his intent glances however, he noticed a steady dripping, and gestured silently to his twin. As much as Castiel was focused on his work- be it artistic or classroom-based, he never missed when Jimmy was trying to get his attention. It was a twin thing.

But his instinct did not prepare him for the soft voice in his ear, that tickled all the way down to his spine and effectively almost made him jolt out of his seat, especially at the whisper of his whole name. At the curious gaze of the teacher no doubt, Sam’s hazel eyes accusingly wheeled around to Castiel’s face before down to his bag and silently cursing to himself. 

It wasn’t much, but jesus christ, Sam almost tore open his book bag and placed his books onto his desk, heaving a sigh of relief.

Safe. 

Carefully he reached into his book back, removed the bottle slowly, only a tiny bit and reached in farther.

Pulling into view a roll of silver duct tape. A piece of that plastered over the tiny whole and all was safe. 

Save for his now soggy book bag. 

With a silent groan he prodded it, thought for a second and looked across the room at the same snickering jock from only a moment ago. 

What he wouldn’t give to pull out his knife and—

NO, no fighting. Sam was doing everything in his power to just be normal.

Yeah tell that to the teenage boy with a soggy book bag, damp books that sat on top of a gun, a knife, holy water, and was coupled with an ancient looking book all about angels.

Because honestly, hunting angels? Couldn’t really be a case but hey, they hit the road for less right? 

He simply scowled at the jock who seemed almost amused, making some rather unappreciative noises before tilting his head in Castiel’s direction, “Hey uh—” 

His eyes flickered to Jimmy and it never seemed like this wouldn’t jolt his brain.

"Uh…"

He turned his head. Oh yeah, there were two of them.

"Thanks," he finally said, absentmindedly before his hazel eyes actually settled on Castiel almost jumping at the fact that blue eyes were gazing almost intently at him in an unwavering way. 

There was a long second where Sam stared back, lips lightly parting because maybe he ought to say something? 

That was until the teacher loudly cleared their throat, clear signal that Sam had been spotted, and whipped around and sank in his seat again, his sunkissed skin turning a lovely shade of red. 

What was that about?

"My bookbag’s wet?" Sam offered with a shrug of his shoulders to the teacher staring at him expectantly. "Can I go uh—" 

Before he even had permisson, Sam was hauling his things into his arms, which wasn’t much, and the rest stayed in the bag as his long lithe legs carried him up and out the door, of course, not without letting his eyes flicker over to the twins one last time.

It was no question what his preference was. Well maybe to his family it would be, but to Sam, so what? He had a thing for guys, it didn’t matter. he was a hunter, there’d never be any time in his life for anyone else. 

And it was rare someone every dragged his attention away from research or work the way the twins had. Even now, in the boys bathroom, running the bottom of his bag underneath the hand dryer, a shiver ran down his spine.

How can someone’s eyes be so blue?

Friggen twins man, and it was hard to tell they were related and not just exact clones.

Sam chewed his lip as he worked. Hell forbid that was a case all itself. He said a silent prayer that it wasn’t. Just let them be cute boys to look at. That was all.

Especially Castiel. 

How does someone just probe your soul with eyes like that after knowing each other for five seconds?!

Nonetheless, Sam finished up, accounting for everything in the bag before stuffing everything inside with a sigh. 

"What I wouldn’t give to be normal," he muttered, dragging himself out of the bathroom. 

By then the bell had rung and Sam cringed. He had missed the ENTIRE class. Hurriedly, as students began to spill out of classrooms, Sam searched his class schedule and scowled.

Not only had he skipped class, he didn’t even know where his next one was.

Castiel had really only managed to inform the boy of his name before both brothers, as well as most of the rest of the class, were left staring at the door Sam had just departed out of. It was a shame too, because with the way the other had looked at him he’d been tempted to do more than just helpfully state his name and say that he was welcome. He wouldn’t have ignored it even if he hadn’t been the one to notice first.

The twins shared a look. If this had been study hall they might have followed the Winchester out to see if he was alright, but as it was they were stuck until the bell rang and they were let out of their first class of the day. Luckily as they were packing up the teacher, who had seemed not only shocked by Sam but concerned as well, asked for volunteers to help the other around. Jimmy was the first to speak up, easily beating out both Becky and Ruby to his satisfaction. Becky was a little...hyperactive, she would have yanked the guy all over the place. And for some reason Ruby just rubbed him the wrong way.

That was why as Sam hovered outside the bathroom both Jimmy and Castiel made their way out of the stream of students to stand in front of the other, Jimmy with a grin and Castiel with the same vaguely stoic look. It had been Cas who had the bright idea to check the washroom nearest the class first, and lo and behold there he was. Jimmy had long since decided not to bother asking when Castiel had an idea. He trusted his brother to have everything well thought out, that was what he did. Jimmy had the impulsive ideas cornered all by himself.

He was fortunate this time to be fully backed by his brother with this particular venture. Maybe it was in the name of being helpful, but he could admit to being intrigued by a new student in school, especially if that specific student was pretty damn attractive. He knew when Castiel agreed on that point, and if he agreed it was all systems go.

It was then he became aware of Dean’s conversation. He didn’t mean to listen, really he didn’t, but it isn’t exactly like the guy had real walls. …intense photo shoot….well, my models have real talent. Jimmy preened a little and sidled silently closer to the partition, grateful he’d removed his shoes a little while ago. Everything was quieter on sock feet.

"So, photo shoot went well.  Better than I ever imagined," he said, clapping his hands together, before walking to the counter to pick up his own drink.  "By the time I’m done with the editing, the pictures are gonna be awesome.  I usually don’t make predictions but, you know, I wouldn’t be surprised if the magazine springs for a location shoot, like on a beach or something."  Course that would mean more people around them, and he’d really enjoyed the privacy of his studio, with these two.  

Not that he hadn’t enjoyed it.

Both twins grinned. “It’s give and take Dean.” Castiel quipped, tapping his finger against his glass. “We don’t stick to one stereotype.”

"You’re lucky you’re cute Winchester." Jimmy answered with a grin. "Or else I might have made you work for it a little more."

♋- They were odd, everyone knew that. Individually and together. Generally twins were both the same class, two Alphas, two Betas, and so forth. Instead Castiel came out the Alpha. Jimmy— Beta. Alphas were usually brash and outspoken, stating opinions, chasing after the others. But it was Jimmy who cracked the obnoxious jokes, grinned and punched people’s shoulders instead of being the quiet one. Gabriel was most likely to blame, being the next oldest he spent the most time with the brothers. Both a good and bad thing.

Castiel and Jimmy had been attached at the hip since birth. A twosome in all things, there had been a natural progression most missed. Same food, same clothes, same haircuts for years. Same bathwater—that is until they’d been deemed old enough to bathe themselves. They’d still snuck into the same tub, among chidings by elder siblings and frazzled parents. But washing alone hadn’t seemed to make sense after so many years together. Bunk beds yielded little in efforts of separation- one crawling into the other’s bed through the night. Sleeping alone seemed unnatural, felt lonely.  Sharing clothes- sometimes swapping them halfway through the day, to the confusion of teachers and students. Eventually everyone left them to their own devices; and perhaps that was what gave them the freedom to continue with what felt right.

Twin beds—though they still crawled into one each night. Same showers—conserving water was important. They’d been messing around for awhile now. If he’d been a baseball fan he’d have likened it to the minor leagues. They were each other’s first kiss, soft and shy when they’d crawled under the porch to talk where nobody could hear. Their showers had turned to lingering touches and  more of those little kisses. Sometimes at night they’d press up close and breathe into each other’s necks to muffle the noises as they rubbed hips, clutched fingers into shoulders and shirts, under the back of waistbands. Held each other as they shook apart and fell asleep, warm and lazy together.

They’d traded looks, their touches had gotten steadily more daring. Fingers delving in the shower or first thing in the morning, stolen kisses at school when nobody was looking and purple marks under shirt collars. Somehow it’d always been the Beta who ended up with his shirt off and hiding whines, but he assumed it was Castiel and his Alpha thing trying to steadily drive him crazy. He wasn’t sure why it hadn’t occurred to him to complain about it. Maybe because the last time he hadn’t complained his mouth had been a little…occupied. Then again, so had Castiel’s. And he wouldn’t mind not complaining again that night.

It’d been Jimmy’s idea at first, though not in so many words. They both knew it would happen eventually, they’d stolen supplies from Gabriel while he was out just in case. He’d been complaining about his freckle, the only difference between them[other than their voices and…reactions- physically, anyway], the one that had inspired more than a couple experimentations with messing around. Somehow they’d gotten from there to here, prodding and pinching to try and find any more differences between them; something they’d missed, though they both knew they knew exactly what the other looked like by now.

He knew every spot that would make Jimmy’s breath hitch. Every spot that would draw out those low groans he loved so much. The special place over the sides of his ribs that bordered on both arousing, and tickling. He knew exactly what to do to make that Adams apple bob, to make those true blue-eyes flutter closed, and how to entice his brother’s back to arch up off the bed and into his hands. Jimmy knew his body just as intimately, and they both played their knowledge to each of their advantages.

"I have that one too, Jimmy…" Castiel breathed, one hand taking his twins’ in his own, and guiding it to the matching mark beneath his collar without even having to look for it. He shifted down his brother’s body, knees hugging Jimmy’s clothed thighs on top of the blankets as his free hand continued its venture across the expanse of exposed skin. They’d chosen Castiel’s bed to flop down upon after school. Their backpacks had been abandoned beside it, forgotten in their eagerness to begin exploring each other, and somehow their shirts had wound up beside them as well.

Unable to resist the temptation that was his brother’s creamy white skin, he tilted his head down to drag his lips over the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and tasting the flesh beneath them. As always, the surge of possessiveness swept up through his body. The alpha wanted to mark him. To claim him. Make sure that no one would ever touch his twin, because he was his. Only his… He resisted for now, though only barely. A whisper of a growl rumbled through his chest. A noise that could have been mistaken for a purr, were it not for the teeth that scraped brazenly over Jimmy’s collar bone. Over the fading hickey’s he’d left there earlier in the week… He wanted to linger there and darken them again, but he forced himself to move lower, to follow the trail his cold fingers were leaving down the center of his twin’s rib cage, ghosting over the fine trail of hair leading to the front of his jeans. His lips moved at a slower pace than his hands, only moving down enough to be touching his chest, heading for his nipple.

He suspected hormones. He both loved and hated that, because as much as he hated a difference brought on by their classes it also meant Castiel’s scent sent shivers though his system. There weren’t words to explain how good it was.

Jimmy babbled a hum under his breath, tipping his head to one side and baring his neck to his brother’s ministrations, welcoming whatever he deemed necessary today. Sometimes there were only soft, fluttering kisses, other times it was a quick, hard bite and suction that let him biting back whimpers and squirms, hands clutched on the other’s shoulders.

His breath hitched, something deep inside purring in anticipation when the cadence of Castiel’s growl hit his ears. His brother was quiet, more prone to silent study than testosterone-based acts, but it was no secret he loved when Cas got all growley around him. Call him crazy but it was just hot. As if to prove this he shivered under the drag of his twin’s teeth, a faded jab of leftover pain zipping through his nerves as the pressure roamed over an old bruise he’d worn like a badge of honor for most of the week. He’d even gotten a question or two about it in the gym locker room, but all he’d done was trade a smirk with Cas and keep his mouth shut. There was enough gossip about the youngest  Novak twins without putting fuel on that particular fire. The last thing they needed was their family to catch wind of what they were doing.

(Though he had suspicions about what Nick and Lucifer did in their room by themselves.)

Jimmy’s pupils were wide, reducing the deep cobalt hue to a thin line the farther down Castiel’s hands roamed, lips parting as the other shifted from his neck to collarbone and lower. Abdominal muscles tensed under the cool caress of his brother’s fingers, and his lower lip caught in his teeth when he felt that newly familiar tickle of a touch along the soft mark of hair arrowing towards his waistband.

He bit back a whimper. Jimmy was never all that patient, and they’d both discovered he was even less so between the sheets. Half the time the only reason he’d gotten so loud was to beg Cas to get on with it, for more, for harder, for just to the left please god give it to me need it want it please yes there. Jimmy chewed on his lip in anticipation of both mouth and hand. Honestly he couldn’t say which one he wanted more, because god knew he wanted both equally as bad. Fingers creeping under his jeans and dragging over overexcited flesh or sinking knuckle-deep in wet eager heat, swirling tongue and determined sucks, intending on reddening both sides of his chest. More than once Cas had sent him triumphant looks when he’d squirm and flush the day after from the uncomfortable, vaguely arousing rasp of a shirt over sensitive nipples. It was so worth it though, to just let Cas chafe and bruise them, because after he was oh-so sugar sweet about it, full of kisses and nuzzles that always left him expectant for the next time. If the way his entire body was standing at attention was any indication. He’d gladly cling to Castiel’s shoulders and shake apart under him right this second if he’d just do it.

They did actually shift to the floor, but instead of pushing each other further along the crazy train Jimmy instead gathered Castiel to his bare chest, because he knew his brother could never resist cuddling, even when he was halfway worked up. Luckily they hadn’t passed the point where Cas would only push him aside and continue with or without him. Instead his twin nuzzled in under his chin with a happy hum, an arm winding around his waist, the other curled to press a palm to his chest.

"Juice is on the counter," he announced as he grabbed the phone and walked in the direction of his bed.  Pushing the paneling to one side, he sat down on the edge of the low bed.  

It was then he became aware of Dean’s conversation. He didn’t mean to listen, really he didn’t, but it isn’t exactly like the guy had real walls. ...intense photo shoot....well, my models have real talent. Jimmy preened a little and sidled silently closer to the partition, grateful he’d removed his shoes a little while ago. Everything was quieter on sock feet.

It was probably foolish to indulge in these thoughts, wondering about Dean’s kisses, if he’d be as warm as Jimmy, considering he was technically their boss and they were certainly on the clock right now.

He flashed a heated look at Dean and turned again, a tiny smirk embedded in his features when he canted to his knees, trailing mouth and tongue down his twin’s chest. When he was rewarded with Jimmy’s soft groan, the jump of muscles under his lips, he chuckled silently, pressing a kiss just above his navel and fiddling with the button of his jeans. A glance at Dean, back up towards his brother, and he snuck a bite just above his waistband and tugged his twin down towards him, knowing the unexpected nick of pain would be enough to send his brother easily toppling down  to rest on his knees as well with a gasped breath.

The sounds of automatic rapid clicking echoed around them as he captured each erotic expression.  Castiel’s agressiveness.  Jimmy’s lust.  His need. It was the opposite of what Dean had anticipated, since he’d originally wanted to cast Jimmy is the aggressor.  But this was turning out so much better.  The shyer brother taking the initiative, making the moves, would tell a far more original and unexpected story.  

Dean’s blood pumped hard and fast through his veins.  He was excited.  About telling the story.  About watching it unfold.  And about the way his imagination kept pushing him into the middle of the story, when he needed very much to be outside it. 

He caught a great shot of Jimmy thrusting his hips forward, his hip bones exposed, and gut wrenching need written all over his face.  ”Good,” he grunted, his voice husky, thick, unprofessional.

They did actually shift to the floor, but instead of pushing each other further along the crazy train Jimmy instead gathered Castiel to his bare chest, because he knew his brother could never resist cuddling, even when he was halfway worked up. Luckily they hadn’t passed the point where Cas would only push him aside and continue with or without him. Instead his twin nuzzled in under his chin with a happy hum, an arm winding around his waist, the other curled to press a palm to his chest.

He could admit, and he was sure Cas would agree, that it was actually kind of hot. It put him in mind of if they’d been rolling about in bed, if Dean had been instructing him how fast or slow to rock his hips into his brother, encouraging, voice low. He wouldn’t have minded a kiss or two from Mr. Photographer, but didn’t mention it. They could bring it up later.

Their kisses had broken to heated meetings of mouths, moving in tandem with each other and the camera.  Castiel’s shirt was more than a little disheveled, the collar pushed off one shoulder and the sleeves pushed nearly up to his elbows, cuffs dangling. The unbuttoned jeans were hanging low off his hips, threatening to tug his boxers just as low on his narrow hipbones and the curve of his ass, especially with all the grinding.

Jimmy tightened his hold, cue for him to pull back, both hands on his brother’s chest. He pushed a little, and flashed a tiny rueful grin, finding the idea of pushing his brother away right now a little funny. Or maybe it was the way his twin had quirked challenging brows at him, and he was torn between laughing or edging closer for more kisses.

With them already pulled apart it was easier to concentrate on Dean’s direction, and they obediently shuffled  across the room to the spot indicated, Cas turning and letting out a tiny chuckle when Jimmy put his chin on his bare shoulder and snuffled into his ear playfully. Their lips met again, and their hips circled, and he found his amusement had vanished in a puff of slowly creeping arousal, one hand in Jimmy’s hair. His brother’s mouth skimmed away to mouth down his neck, and he couldn’t hide the shiver or the small noise that whimpered in the back of his throat. Hopefully it was drowned out by the music.

He hadn’t bargained for this.  The twins were smoking hot.  Hot for each other, and it was as real as it could get.  The sounds they made were hella sexy.  If he weren’t behind the camera, he knew he’d probably be sitting in a chair and wondered if he could resist squeezing off a round.  

The music didn’t hide their sharply drawn breaths, and Dean found that his own were coming fast and shallow.  He had to admit, he liked being able to direct their actions, then to enjoy it when they followed his instructions, yet managed to surprise him with little twists that were all their own.

He moved around them, then lowed the camera for moment, licking his lips. “Alright.  Cas, you slowly drop down to your knees, but hand on to Jimmy’s waist band.  Play with his button, then drag him down.  We’ll take a break after that.”

It was probably foolish to indulge in these thoughts, wondering about Dean’s kisses, if he’d be as warm as Jimmy, considering he was technically their boss and they were certainly on the clock right now.

He flashed a heated look at Dean and turned again, a tiny smirk embedded in his features when he canted to his knees, trailing mouth and tongue down his twin’s chest. When he was rewarded with Jimmy’s soft groan, the jump of muscles under his lips, he chuckled silently, pressing a kiss just above his navel and fiddling with the button of his jeans. A glance at Dean, back up towards his brother, and he snuck a bite just above his waistband and tugged his twin down towards him, knowing the unexpected nick of pain would be enough to send his brother easily toppling down  to rest on his knees as well with a gasped breath.

The last of the flush had faded by the time he’d paused in Jimmy’s arms, feeling his twin rest his chin on his shoulder as they watched the photographer lower his camera and move about to fiddle with dials and lighting. Castiel frowned. Some people defined ‘partially dressed’ more than others. He assumed Dean meant to boxers. If it’d been Gabriel or Balthazar it probably would have meant nothing but the shirt, and he was suddenly grateful that wasn’t the case. If they were going to do…things he’d rather not be standing. They tended to get bruises that way, either by clinging on or from toppling over.

“You mean we aren’t going to move to the studio?” Maybe later, but he’d thought the clothes would drop in front of a set-up of some kind, not in the middle of Dean’s floor. But he was the boss, maybe he wanted some background or something.

The sound system was, not surprisingly, much better than his phone, and that was a relief, it made it easier to lose himself in the music when it was drifting seductively out of the speakers. They’d both done this before too. After the debacle of Jimmy going out with Amelia they’d taken to inviting someone to join them every once in awhile, when the mood struck. It meant they’d bump-and-ground on each other while trying to get a particular person’s attention more than once over the years. The twins assumed that the previous stipulations were moot, and that was a relief, because it meant Jimmy didn’t have to act prop and they could both play to the camera. Or to Dean. Which was much more effective.

They started up their motions again, Cas letting out a little grin when Jimmy nuzzled in under his ear. Safely ensconced in familiar territory, (crowd substituted with a camera, but with the perk of a locked door) Castiel felt calm enough to start to enjoy himself. He did love dancing with his brother. Jimmy was mostly relieved he didn’t have to make sure to hide his face, but he enjoyed dancing as well, both of them flashing grins every once in a while at Dean, as if he wasn’t snapping pictures, but was a serious candidate for a 2 for 1 special.

Well, maybe he was. A little.

With Cas being out of the spotlight he turned and slowly unbuttoned Jimmy’s shirt in turn, their foreheads touching, trading smirks. He ran his fingers up the front of his brother’s chest when it was open, only to wind both arms around his neck. They’d hinted at it, suggested it, but if it wasn’t obvious now they figured there was no point in beating around the bush. The moment was right, camera or not, and their lips met without any hesitation. They didn’t bother leaning close enough to conceal the play of tongues in the space between, both sort of wanting to know what Dean’s response would be.

As they got more heated, Dean had to move in for closer shots.  ”Move a little slower.  Slow, slow, fast, slow, slow, fast, that’s it.”  He couldn’t pretend they weren’t getting to him.  That his clothes weren’t getting uncomfortably tight.  That unbidden thoughts entered his mind - what would it be like to kiss one, then the other.  To take them to bed.

His pulse started to race.  And if his pulse was racing, he was damned sure the pictured would set anyone on fire.  ”Let’s  have some push, pull now.  Jimmy, pull him close.  Cas, put your hand on his chest and push him away.  Tease him, Mmm, right.”

Moving around them, he said, “now move to the center of the room, over there.  ”Jimmy, stand behind Cas and put your arms around his waist. Dance with him.  Seduce him.  Cas, you can’t resist.  Let him take your shirt off, but don’t make this easy for him.”

He could admit, and he was sure Cas would agree, that it was actually kind of hot. It put him in mind of if they’d been rolling about in bed, if Dean had been instructing him how fast or slow to rock his hips into his brother, encouraging, voice low. He wouldn’t have minded a kiss or two from Mr. Photographer, but didn’t mention it. They could bring it up later.

Their kisses had broken to heated meetings of mouths, moving in tandem with each other and the camera.  Castiel’s shirt was more than a little disheveled, the collar pushed off one shoulder and the sleeves pushed nearly up to his elbows, cuffs dangling. The unbuttoned jeans were hanging low off his hips, threatening to tug his boxers just as low on his narrow hipbones and the curve of his ass, especially with all the grinding.

Jimmy tightened his hold, cue for him to pull back, both hands on his brother’s chest. He pushed a little, and flashed a tiny rueful grin, finding the idea of pushing his brother away right now a little funny. Or maybe it was the way his twin had quirked challenging brows at him, and he was torn between laughing or edging closer for more kisses.

With them already pulled apart it was easier to concentrate on Dean’s direction, and they obediently shuffled  across the room to the spot indicated, Cas turning and letting out a tiny chuckle when Jimmy put his chin on his bare shoulder and snuffled into his ear playfully. Their lips met again, and their hips circled, and he found his amusement had vanished in a puff of slowly creeping arousal, one hand in Jimmy’s hair. His brother’s mouth skimmed away to mouth down his neck, and he couldn’t hide the shiver or the small noise that whimpered in the back of his throat. Hopefully it was drowned out by the music.

Castiel moved easily whenever Dean spoke. Left, right, lift your chin, hand on hip, look into the camera. He’d opened his mouth to point out it wasn’t actually his first-hand experience, but instead he smiled faintly. “Alright Dean.” He did have something of a temper. It wasn’t easily roused, but when it was it raged like a tempest. Jimmy had told him more than once that the change had been startling. Coming from his twin, who knew him better than anyone, he figured that was quite a spectacle to behold.

His mouth quivered. Pop culture references may be lost on him most of the time, but even he knew that song. “You enjoy female country artists?” He asked, masking a chuckle. Castiel wouldn’t have guessed that from a photographer wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. “Your singing isn’t the worst I’ve heard.” A number of his relations couldn’t carry a tune to save their life.

His smile faded to a vaguely surprised look, blue eyes widening as he looked up at Dean, stilling under the other’s tugging on his shirt. Cas cleared his throat a little, because photographers did that sort of thing a lot, but he just hadn’t been expecting it. He should’ve been. Unfortunately he had to do some more acting instead, and that had distracted him. He thought back to Kali. He didn’t think donning a short red skirt and flaunting spike heels would really work in this situation. He knew that’s what she did, hence his brother begging for forgiveness.

Castiel had done strip teases before, but only for Jimmy, in a locked room, and with the promise of sex interrupting it halfway through. This was different, and he wasn’t sure he could sell it properly. If someone had broken his heart he’d have broken their nose and moved on. Maybe he was a little vengeful after all. But he knew what he should do, considering the variables, and that was enough. He needed a couple things first.

Dean had told him what he’d do, so he figured he had some leeway. He took out his phone and scrolled to a song to set the right sort of mood, motioned to Jimmy as he set the volume on ‘high’. He unbuttoned all but a button or two on his shirt, and inched into his brother’s personal space once he’d trotted over to a space in full view of the window, arms around his neck. This was something he could do. They did it almost every weekend, pay a cover fee and dance till the wee hours with music thumping. They grinned at each other. Jimmy knew his line of thought, and kept his face out of the camera, willing to be a prop for his brother’s assignment.

You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you, you let me penetrate you…

The beat was tinny, but they knew it well, and it was easy to rock their hips in tandem, Jimmy’s hands on Castiel’s hips. After while Cas turned, his spine lining up with his brother’s chest, hips grinding to the slow beat. Every couple of seconds he’d flick a glance to the imaginary ex through the window, smile smugly under his lashes before tilting his neck to the other’s nose running up his skin, or lean into the hand sliding along his stomach under the shirt, the open buttons revealing more skin the longer they moved. Eventually the shirt ended up mostly just hanging off his shoulders, one hand in Jimmy’s hair and the other dragging along the arm banded around his waist.

I wanna fuck you like an animal…my whole existence is flawed, you get me closer to god…

Not many things took Dean by surprise, but Castiel’s actions did.  Once he had his music on, and he’d pulled his brother into the shoot, the guy was on fire.  ”Good… great, yeah, perfect.”  Moving around as unobtrusively as possible, Dean captured shot after shot.  

He grabbed a light modifier and attached it to his lens, going for some softer looks with the light diffused.  ”Perfect.”  He would have stopped to turn his own music system on for them, but he was afraid of missing something.

By the time Castiel asked his question, Dean was lost in the photo shoot. Lowering the camera, he shook his head.  ”Know what?  It’s perfect as is. I don’t even thing we need a costume change.  You two keep doing what you’re doing, until you’re both partly dressed.”

He moved to the corner of the room and quickly set his music system up. In seconds, he had the Nine Inch Nails song playing from the beginning. Shutting off the player on Castiel’s phone, he returned and fiddled with the lighting.  Occasional strobe or other interesting lights would go off now.

He stepped back.  ”By the time we’re done with these pictures, anyone who looks at them is going to be left breathless and wanting more,” he predicted.  He didn’t mention the fact that he was counting himself in that crowd.  His clothes were starting to feel tight on him.  Given the number of models he saw, in various states of undress, it was unusual for him to feel so affected.  It didn’t bother him, though, chemistry was chemistry.  And when it was there between the photographer and the subjects, it showed in the work product.

The last of the flush had faded by the time he’d paused in Jimmy’s arms, feeling his twin rest his chin on his shoulder as they watched the photographer lower his camera and move about to fiddle with dials and lighting. Castiel frowned. Some people defined ‘partially dressed’ more than others. He assumed Dean meant to boxers. If it’d been Gabriel or Balthazar it probably would have meant nothing but the shirt, and he was suddenly grateful that wasn’t the case. If they were going to do…things he’d rather not be standing. They tended to get bruises that way, either by clinging on or from toppling over.

“You mean we aren’t going to move to the studio?” Maybe later, but he’d thought the clothes would drop in front of a set-up of some kind, not in the middle of Dean’s floor. But he was the boss, maybe he wanted some background or something.

The sound system was, not surprisingly, much better than his phone, and that was a relief, it made it easier to lose himself in the music when it was drifting seductively out of the speakers. They’d both done this before too. After the debacle of Jimmy going out with Amelia they’d taken to inviting someone to join them every once in awhile, when the mood struck. It meant they’d bump-and-ground on each other while trying to get a particular person’s attention more than once over the years. The twins assumed that the previous stipulations were moot, and that was a relief, because it meant Jimmy didn’t have to act prop and they could both play to the camera. Or to Dean. Which was much more effective.

They started up their motions again, Cas letting out a little grin when Jimmy nuzzled in under his ear. Safely ensconced in familiar territory, (crowd substituted with a camera, but with the perk of a locked door) Castiel felt calm enough to start to enjoy himself. He did love dancing with his brother. Jimmy was mostly relieved he didn’t have to make sure to hide his face, but he enjoyed dancing as well, both of them flashing grins every once in a while at Dean, as if he wasn’t snapping pictures, but was a serious candidate for a 2 for 1 special.

Well, maybe he was. A little.

With Cas being out of the spotlight he turned and slowly unbuttoned Jimmy’s shirt in turn, their foreheads touching, trading smirks. He ran his fingers up the front of his brother’s chest when it was open, only to wind both arms around his neck. They’d hinted at it, suggested it, but if it wasn’t obvious now they figured there was no point in beating around the bush. The moment was right, camera or not, and their lips met without any hesitation. They didn’t bother leaning close enough to conceal the play of tongues in the space between, both sort of wanting to know what Dean’s response would be.

And then the break ended, and he’d have to untangle himself from where he’d happily knotted himself to his brother.

A shrug answered Castiel’s question, his lips quirking upwards. A turn of his head and his lips caught his twin’s palm, pressing a kiss there before returning his cheek into the touch, just because he could. “I guess.” A non-committal answer. Jimmy was hungry. Jimmy was always hungry. But if Castiel didn’t want to eat he was fine with waiting till they got home, he’d rather spend his time with his brother anyway, tangled in his arms.

He was sating a different kind of hunger.

Sometimes he doubted the desire would ever really be sated.

His lips twisted. Jimmy knew Cas would know what he meant even without speaking. There were lots of places he’d want to go, unfortunately none of them were fit to be had in the short time they were permitted to be together.

It was with reverent fascination that he bore witness to Jimmy’s kiss, honoring the touch of lips followed by the apple of his cheek. His skin was cool to the touch, yet warmed beneath the press of his palm. Every breath feathered across his flesh, hearkening to memories of secret whispers and the unclothed slide of smooth skin across his own. Of warmth in every aspect, of safety and security - a known anomaly that never failed to set his eyes alight. 

A warmth he so craved. 

"If I were with you - " He murmured in answer to his jest, tilting his head just so - lips shaping the words against his twin’s. " then no. I wouldn’t mind at all."

Betrothed though he is to his own kin, Castiel is hardly senseless. To have Jimmy sicken for the sake of an hours worth of Castiel’s attention is poor brotherhood defined. Granted, it would give him cause to close the respectful distance he keeps before they eyes of his family - but illness is illness and little fun is to be had beneath it. 

"There is a diner. Not far from here. I have it on good authority that the men’s room is well kept." 

Being impulsive was a talent. He was also fortunate enough to have an unwavering faith that his brother would always pull him back from doing something too idiotic.

Castiel never failed. This instance was no different.

“Who’s authority?” Jimmy mumbled back, mostly to simply stall for time. He was enjoying brushing lips with his twin, back and forth, drinking in every slow drag and feather-light touch. They had to continue their conversation, and an in-depth kiss would hamper his brother’s efforts to get them both out of the cold. He did what he could, greedy for friction and pressure, warmth, while managing to keep his thoughts as straight as possible.

After all he knew it was their authority, with their shared affinity for red-meat every burger joint in the area probably knew the Novak twins by now. Squirreling-out places to spirit themselves away for breaks wasn’t a new phenomenon, though their choices were severely limited when the colder months appeared.

♋- There was a new kid at school today. Tall and lanky, and quiet. Considering Castiel was usually the quiet one that was saying something. It wasn’t often there were transfer students in the middle of the term, and it went the way you might expect. Kid sits down and tries not to be noticed, teacher calls them up anyway and introduces them to the class, asks to say a couple things about themselves. The class was silent, some kids paying more attention than others, but the blank ring of silence was consistent throughout the entire ordeal. Jimmy was the more outgoing of the brothers, but as interested as his stare was he cringed on the inside. He hated public speaking, always got nerves. Castiel was much the same, didn’t like to be in the spotlight, but he tended to steamroll right through anything he needed to do. In other words Jimmy needed consolation before, and Castiel after.

He hated always being the new kid. Hazel eyes didn’t seemed frightened at the prospect of speaking in front of a bunch of new people, just slightly disappointed. Another school. And he just knew that right when he started to fit in, make friends, feel normal, he’d be yanked away again, too soon, and have to start back over.

Nonetheless he said the same thing he always said. “I’m Sam Winchester. I like sports. I like cars. That’s about it.”

It wasn’t really the truth. Sam could like some sports, didn’t really have a thing for cars except the impala, and there was a whole lot more than that short blurb. His thumbs were in his pockets, lean body stretched a little taller than it should be for his age, and tried out that normal (hey guys, i’m new so go easy on me) smile that wasn’t necessary.

The silver switchblade in his socks, would keep people at bay if necessary. 

Just when he went to take his seat, Sam noticed curiously, twins. Rather….unidentical twins almost and faltered in step. One seemed friendly and the other? Apologetic though he seemed to be too busy to actually catch Sam’s eye.

So now, right when he was going to slink into his seat, a rather burly looking jock arrived late, slithered over to the seat he was heading too before looking down at the bag that wasn’t his and raising an eyebrow.

With a sigh, Sam snatched up his things, wondered idly if the holy water bottle cap was screwed on tightly enough, and proceeded to the only other empty seat.

Right in front of Castiel. 

Sam’s smile was pretty apologetic before sliding down into the seat and then sliding even further down as to prevent anymore attention from coming his way.

But maybe he was wrong. He did have the height for a jock, if not so much the breadth. The smile was wary, but he wasn’t surprised about that either. What he did notice, right about the time he’d watch the guy take a seat and Jimmy would forget about him, was the way his eyes lingered on he and his brother, and he smirked a little. They always got double-takes, it was almost funny by now. Like hey wait a minute, didn’t I just see that guy?

He crossed to the opposite side of the room though, and just when he was about to duck his gaze back to his notebook the new kid was instead detouring right back over here, and his interest piqued up again.

Of course, Castiel didn’t look up until Sam was hovering just in front of his desk, and he tilted his head, flashing a tiny smile a second too late in return. Then he proceeded to stare at the back of the other’s head, noting the ay his hair flipped out behind his ears. Both of the twins shared the same unruly locks, though he suspected they might have had something to do with messing it up during the course of the day with too many fingers carding through it.

The teacher advised everyone to ‘Make Sam welcome’ before getting on with her lesson, and Castiel went back to his doodling. His curiosity was filtered through layers of introspective thought. Jimmy’s was more obvious, studying the way the other slumped as if trying to hide from being picked for a presentation. With his intent glances however, he noticed a steady dripping, and gestured silently to his twin. As much as Castiel was focused on his work- be it artistic or classroom-based, he never missed when Jimmy was trying to get his attention. It was a twin thing.