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misha being a fucking dork in his nice clothes + that one time he looked really good.

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I'm not sure if it's the lack of threads on here (I have 4 currently) or the difficulty of writing a) twins and b) two muses at once (mun has never done something like that before) but I find myself struggling to write when it shouldn't really be a struggle at all.
So I'm putting my twins on hiatus until I get the muses going again, which might take two days or four months. It really depends.
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"Have you just moved in?"
XGEMINOSÂ said: âIâm Jimmy, this is Castiel.â Jimmy smiled and gestured to his brother, who was hovering around his shoulder. Cas shifted the grocery basket to his other hand and nodded in greeting. âNice to meet you.â
Sam smiled and offered a hand to the brothers. They seemed nice enough; nothing like horror movie twins or anything. âNice to meet you, too.â
The brothers took turns in shaking Sam's hand. "What bring you to town?" Jimmy asked curiously. "Or did you just hear about the rental somewhere?" He grinned playfully. Having lived in Pontiac all his life he couldn't believe anyone would choose to live here over anywhere else.
Though heâd been fully expecting the move, he still let out a vaguely excited little yip as he lost his balance and sprawled across Deanâs chest. He chuckled, breathy from the otherâs kiss and his hands on his bare waist. âCas probably got caught up studying again.â He mumbled. âHeâll come around when heâs finished.â
Dean felt a little odd that he was being shared by two brothers, but so far there were no jealousy problems that he was aware of. If there had been jealousy, then it was taken out in the bedroom. Jimmy and Cas were amazing at making Dean feel like he was on cloud nine. He kissed along Jimmyâs neck and shoulder, nipping a small mark into his skin. âWell, I think we should do something to pass the time.â
"Oh yeah?" Jimmy made a very determined effort to maintain the teasing lilt in his voice, though from the way his tone wavered low and his head tipped to bare his neck- he wasn't so sure it came across as well as he hoped.
"What kinda something?" He added playfully, hands mapping along Dean's broad chest and along his ribs. Cas would probably arrive halfway through that something but he knew he'd just join in. He was as crazy about Dean as he was, and that was saying something, because Castiel usually didn't have crushes on many people.
| theyoungerxwinchester |
Huh. Sports and cars. Call him crazy but usually guys like that lookedâŚdifferent. You know, t-shirts with logos emblazoned on the front and a cap they wore backwards then they were concentrating or worked up. There were a number of guys like that at school, but then again, he supposed âIâm Sam Winchester and I like readingâ wouldnât exactly be a hit when introducing yourself.
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 wasnât surprised about that either. What he did notice, right about the time heâd 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, didnât 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 didnât 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 otherâs 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 âMake Sam welcomeâ before getting on with her lesson, and Castiel went back to his doodling. His curiosity was filtered through layers of introspective thought. Jimmyâs 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.
Since Jimmy was across the aisle and would have been chided for talking, it was Cas that gently tapped Sam on the shoulder and leaned forward enough to murmur into his ear. âI believe your bag is leaking Sam Winchester.â He whispered, low enough not to be noticed by anyone but his brother, currently trying not to make his staring obvious.
It was obvious the male behind him had been staring. While most people just get the goosebumpy feeling of being watched, Sam swore on it as more of  hunters instinct.Â
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, Samâs hazel eyes accusingly wheeled around to Castielâs face before down to his bag and silently cursing to himself.Â
It wasnât much, but jesus christ, Sam almost tore open his book bag and placed his books onto his desk, heaving a sigh of relief.
Safe.Â
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.Â
Save for his now soggy book bag.Â
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.Â
What he wouldnât give to pull out his knife andâ
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? Couldnât really be a case but hey, they hit the road for less right?Â
He simply scowled at the jock who seemed almost amused, making some rather unappreciative noises before tilting his head in Castielâs direction, âHey uhââÂ
His eyes flickered to Jimmy and it never seemed like this wouldnât jolt his brain.
"UhâŚ"
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.Â
There was a long second where Sam stared back, lips lightly parting because maybe he ought to say something?Â
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.Â
What was that about?
"My bookbagâs wet?" Sam offered with a shrug of his shoulders to the teacher staring at him expectantly. "Can I go uhâ"Â
Before he even had permisson, Sam was hauling his things into his arms, which wasnât 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 didnât matter. he was a hunter, thereâd never be any time in his life for anyone else.Â
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 someoneâs 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 wasnât. Just let them be cute boys to look at. That was all.
Especially Castiel.Â
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.Â
"What I wouldnât give to be normal," he muttered, dragging himself out of the bathroom.Â
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 didnât even know where his next one was.
Just great.
The twins could tell this was not Samâs day. First the poor guy was new, then his bag started leaking, and anyone would be annoyed with Gordon Walker being an asshole from the other side of the room. It was really too bad heâd caught his attention, the guy was a prat, and not in a good way. Sam seemed to get everything under control for the most part, even managed to salvage most of his books, but he was still stuck with a leaking bag full of just waiting to be ruined paper, and it was no surprise heâd scuffled out as quick as he could to take care of the situation.
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 heâd been tempted to do more than just helpfully state his name and say that he was welcome. He wouldnât have ignored it even if he hadnât 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.
So he tugged lightly on Samâs sleeve to get his attention and elbowed Cas to remind him not to stare silently, it creeped people out. âHi. Iâm Jimmy. You know Castiel already right? Weâre supposed to help you around...â He shifted the bag on his shoulder. âWhat class do you have next?â

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âWant a drink?â Jimmy mumbled, only getting up and detangling his limbs from Cas when his twin nodded quietly and kissed his neck in thanks. He flashed a little smile and stumbled over towards the suddenly inviting glasses, picking two up and taking a sip.
It was then he became aware of Deanâs conversation. He didnât mean to listen, really he didnât, but it isnât exactly like the guy had real walls. âŚintense photo shootâŚ.well, my models have real talent. Jimmy preened a little and sidled silently closer to the partition, grateful heâd removed his shoes a little while ago. Everything was quieter on sock feet.
He cocked his ear and chewed his lower lip in thought. He doubted whoever he was talking to was a serious relationship, because come on, Dean did not seem like the kind of guy to flirt with people when he was dating someone. Which meant maybe it was a friend, and friend meant he was available, and he most definitely knew where DPT was. It was a littleâŚless what Cas and he did to blow off steam, but not non-negotiable. He grinned to himself and sidled back to his brother, whoâd curled himself on the couch in the name of comfort. All he had to do was prod Cas into going out tonight. Piece of cake. He thought with a smile, handing his twin a glass and twining their limbs back together. If all went well theyâd be more than familiar with Mr. Photographer by this time tomorrow.
Dean got up and walked around the panels to see the guys sitting on the chair. Â Heâd been giving them time to cool down, as much as he was giving himself time to do the same. Â But here they were, practically on top of each other anyway. Â He couldnât help grinning.
"So, photo shoot went well. Â Better than I ever imagined," he said, clapping his hands together, before walking to the counter to pick up his own drink. Â "By the time Iâm done with the editing, the pictures are gonna be awesome. Â I usually donât make predictions but, you know, I wouldnât be surprised if the magazine springs for a location shoot, like on a beach or something." Â Course that would mean more people around them, and heâd really enjoyed the privacy of his studio, with these two. Â
He ran his hand through his hair, then pointed at Cas. Â âYouâre not as shy as I thought,â then he pointed at Jimmy, âand youâre not as dominant as it seemed. Â I do like surprises,â he grinned at them, his eyes maybe a little warmer than they should be. Â
âThatâs be pretty awesome.â Jimmy enthused with a smile. He did like the beach. He had a feeling Dean would look pretty damn good with the sun and surf. Castiel looked over the rim of his glass and tilted his head in question. âAre we finished with the pictures already?â What with Deanâs words about costume changes and studios heâd have thought there would be more than just some posing and making out with his brother.
Not that he hadnât enjoyed it.
Both twins grinned. âItâs give and take Dean.â Castiel quipped, tapping his finger against his glass. âWe donât stick to one stereotype.â
Jimmy smirked and shrugged, brushing a hand through his hair. âI might not be that shy but Cas can be pretty pushy when he wants to be.â He was always more than happy to oblige the other when that happened. With his plans in mind, he tipped his head and quirked a brow playfully. âMaybe we should surprise you more often.â He suggested, knowing the undertone was hinting at something not exactly professional.
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"Youâre lucky youâre cute Winchester." Jimmy answered with a grin. "Or else I might have made you work for it a little more."
Dean smirked and pulled Jimmy on top of him, kissing his neck and rubbing his waist. âWhereâs your brother? Shouldnât he be back by now?â
Though he'd been fully expecting the move, he still let out a vaguely excited little yip as he lost his balance and sprawled across Dean's chest. He chuckled, breathy from the other's kiss and his hands on his bare waist. "Cas probably got caught up studying again." He mumbled. "He'll come around when he's finished."
| ilosteverything-fornothing |
â- 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. Jimmyâ 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 peopleâs 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 bathwaterâthat is until theyâd been deemed old enough to bathe themselves. Theyâd still snuck into the same tub, among chidings by elder siblings and frazzled parents. But washing alone hadnât seemed to make sense after so many years together. Bunk beds yielded little in efforts of separation- one crawling into the otherâs 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 bedsâthough they still crawled into one each night. Same showersâconserving water was important. Theyâd been messing around for awhile now. If heâd been a baseball fan heâd have likened it to the minor leagues. They were each otherâs first kiss, soft and shy when theyâd 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 theyâd press up close and breathe into each otherâs 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.
Theyâd 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 itâd 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 wasnât sure why it hadnât occurred to him to complain about it. Maybe because the last time he hadnât complained his mouth had been a littleâŚoccupied. Then again, so had Castielâs. And he wouldnât mind not complaining again that night.
Itâd been Jimmyâs idea at first, though not in so many words. They both knew it would happen eventually, theyâd stolen supplies from Gabriel while he was out just in case. Heâd been complaining about his freckle, the only difference between them[other than their voices andâŚreactions- physically, anyway], the one that had inspired more than a couple experimentations with messing around. Somehow theyâd gotten from there to here, prodding and pinching to try and find any more differences between them; something theyâd missed, though they both knew they knew exactly what the other looked like by now.
That didnât stop him though, he liked Castielâs touches. So they continued the guise of trying to spot a freckle or a spot on every inch of skin, tracking along Jimmyâs arms and chest, Castielâs own shirt getting lost along the way in the quest to match appearance. âHow about this one?â He pointed to a faint spot under his collarbone. Jimmy was actually kind of blushing, but that was mostly because he was trying not to squirm or whimper whenever Castielâs cool, nimble fingers traced over his nipples again, pretending to look at his freckle though he knew he really wasnât.
Castielâs fingers traveled boldly over Jimmyâs warm chest, searching every inch of the body he knew so well, for any other distinguishing marks (aside from Jimmyâs freckle), that they both knew he wouldnât find. He was more than happy to keep this guise up for as long as his twin wanted, however. It was only an excuse to let him touch him all over, after all. Like he even needed one. It was an excuse to let him dote over the betaâs body, almost identical to his own in every way⌠Though, sometimes he swore that he knew his brotherâs body better than his own.
He knew every spot that would make Jimmyâs 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 brotherâs 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, JimmyâŚ" Castiel breathed, one hand taking his twinsâ in his own, and guiding it to the matching mark beneath his collar without even having to look for it. He shifted down his brotherâs body, knees hugging Jimmyâs clothed thighs on top of the blankets as his free hand continued its venture across the expanse of exposed skin. Theyâd chosen Castielâs 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 brotherâs 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 Jimmyâs collar bone. Over the fading hickeyâs heâd 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 twinâs 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.
Castiel made his intent known by lifting his gaze from his brotherâs skin, to meet his eyes with an almost devilish gleam. As much as he enjoyed this game they were playing, he was also eager to make Jimmy squirm.Â
Jimmy hummed thoughtfully, as if he was making a new revelation instead of observing a mark Castiel had always had. His finger rubbed over the tiny freckle, enjoying the soft smooth skin so akin to his own. Truthfully, he liked touching his brother just as much as his twin enjoyed the same. He wondered if this was an inappropriate time to try and draw Cas into some kisses, or if he was supposed to continue to feign ignorance of exactly how much the touches were affecting him. Especially when Castiel dipped his head and drifted his mouth over the curve of his neck, and Jimmy couldnât stop the stuttered breath in reaction, his eyes closing. Oddly- or maybe not so oddly, their scents differed just faintly through no fault of their own.
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 Castielâs scent sent shivers though his system. There werenât 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 brotherâs 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 otherâs shoulders.
His breath hitched, something deep inside purring in anticipation when the cadence of Castielâs 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 twinâs teeth, a faded jab of leftover pain zipping through his nerves as the pressure roamed over an old bruise heâd worn like a badge of honor for most of the week. Heâd even gotten a question or two about it in the gym locker room, but all heâd 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.)
Jimmyâs pupils were wide, reducing the deep cobalt hue to a thin line the farther down Castielâs hands roamed, lips parting as the other shifted from his neck to collarbone and lower. Abdominal muscles tensed under the cool caress of his brotherâs 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 theyâd both discovered he was even less so between the sheets. Half the time the only reason heâd 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 couldnât 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 heâd 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. Heâd gladly cling to Castielâs shoulders and shake apart under him right this second if heâd just do it.
Obviously their ruse was starting to fall apart, at least on his end. Cas tended to scatter his concentration with a look and a trail of his fingers. Jimmy whined.
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 âOkay.â It wasnât really clear who breathed the word, they were a little preoccupied with staring intently at each other. Jimmy knew if he kissed Castiel right now neither of them would be able to stop, and that just wasnât professional, right? Right?
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 hadnât 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 was pretty sure if Dean came back around and caught them with arms and legs tangled in quiet companionship heâd take some more pictures of the quiet scene, but until he did it was their moment, and he savored it, even when it was on someone elseâs floor. He kissed Castielâs forehead, tamping down the whirlwind theyâd unintentionally started.
As Dean poured three tall glasses of cold orange juice, he was extremely aware of the sounds of breathing and sighing, and the silence in between. He was doing his best not to think about what the pair were doing, and failing miserably, when his phone rang.
"Juice is on the counter," he announced as he grabbed the phone and walked in the direction of his bed. Â Pushing the paneling to one side, he sat down on the edge of the low bed. Â
Resting his elbow on his knee, he spoke.  âHey Mike, whatâs up?  Umm no, Iâm in the middle of a pretty intense photo  shoot.  Going really well, my models have real talent.  Yeah, I canât wait to work on the pictures.  How about you, whatcha up to.  Oh?  How long you in town for?  Thatâs a quick turn around, but sure, Iâll be at DPT tonight.â  Dirty Pretty Things was one of the edgiest clubs he knew, and the way he was feeling after the shoot, Dean knew he wanted to go somewhere where he could blow off steam and take the edge off.  That was one place he could find whatever suited him.  Heâd maybe even find himself a dark haired blue-eyed boy or two.
âWant a drink?â Jimmy mumbled, only getting up and detangling his limbs from Cas when his twin nodded quietly and kissed his neck in thanks. He flashed a little smile and stumbled over towards the suddenly inviting glasses, picking two up and taking a sip.
It was then he became aware of Deanâs conversation. He didnât mean to listen, really he didnât, but it isnât 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 heâd removed his shoes a little while ago. Everything was quieter on sock feet.
He cocked his ear and chewed his lower lip in thought. He doubted whoever he was talking to was a serious relationship, because come on, Dean did not seem like the kind of guy to flirt with people when he was dating someone. Which meant maybe it was a friend, and friend meant he was available, and he most definitely knew where DPT was. It was a little...less what Cas and he did to blow off steam, but not non-negotiable. He grinned to himself and sidled back to his brother, whoâd curled himself on the couch in the name of comfort. All he had to do was prod Cas into going out tonight. Piece of cake. He thought with a smile, handing his twin a glass and twining their limbs back together. If all went well theyâd be more than familiar with Mr. Photographer by this time tomorrow.

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 Castiel couldnât deny the work-up was pretty great, the sharply drawn breaths, the tension, the skimming hands and shuttering muscles. Oddly enough, what had started out as a simply photoshoot had turned into extended foreplay, judging from the way all three were breathing quicker than normal. Secretly Cas always like the time after the action best. When whoever was involved would press skin-to-skin and there were lazy kisses, when he could nuzzle sleepily into his brotherâs neck and take a nap tangled in arms or legs.
It was probably foolish to indulge in these thoughts, wondering about Deanâs kisses, if heâd 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 twinâs chest. When he was rewarded with Jimmyâs 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.
If theyâd been alone this would be the point when Jimmy pushed him onto his back to the floor, when heâd level himself over him and shove a hand down the front of his jeans till he bucked and clawed and demanded he take him already. The echo of intention was written in Jimmyâs gaze, and Castiel knew it was in his own, hands clinging to his brotherâs shoulders and feeling perilously unbalanced as instinct told him to lean backward, but common sense ordered to stay put.Â
The heated look Castiel tossed his way had Deanâs gut clenching. Â No, the look was intended for the camera, Dean reminded himself, though it made no difference. Â He was the one standing there, on the other side of the lens.
The sounds of automatic rapid clicking echoed around them as he captured each erotic expression. Â Castielâs agressiveness. Â Jimmyâs lust. Â His need. It was the opposite of what Dean had anticipated, since heâd originally wanted to cast Jimmy is the aggressor. Â But this was turning out so much better. Â The shyer brother taking the initiative, making the moves, would tell a far more original and unexpected story. Â
Deanâs blood pumped hard and fast through his veins. Â He was excited. Â About telling the story. Â About watching it unfold. Â And about the way his imagination kept pushing him into the middle of the story, when he needed very much to be outside it.Â
He caught a great shot of Jimmy thrusting his hips forward, his hip bones exposed, and gut wrenching need written all over his face. Â âGood,â he grunted, his voice husky, thick, unprofessional.
And then they were on the ground, and if Dean didnât do anything about it, there would be no stopping them. Â âLast shot,â he announced, taking a couple more, before standing up, and stepping back. Â âAlright. Â Thatâs real good. Â Take a minute, if you want,â he added, moving into the kitchen to get himself a drink. Â Heâd turned his back to them, trying to calm his own body down, while he gave them a chance to do the same.
âOkay.â It wasnât really clear who breathed the word, they were a little preoccupied with staring intently at each other. Jimmy knew if he kissed Castiel right now neither of them would be able to stop, and that just wasnât professional, right? Right?
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 hadnât 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 was pretty sure if Dean came back around and caught them with arms and legs tangled in quiet companionship heâd take some more pictures of the quiet scene, but until he did it was their moment, and he savored it, even when it was on someone elseâs floor. He kissed Castielâs forehead, tamping down the whirlwind theyâd unintentionally started.
| deanpizzapie |
 Regardless of the circumstances, one did not just kiss a Novak brother silently. It wasnât long before tiny hums and moans were breathed out between them, Jimmyâs shirt falling to the floor when Cas pushed it off his shoulders. He didnât pay attention to it, busy wrapping his arms around Castielâs waist and darting their tongues together playfully. If it had been anyone else, any other time, he might have turned and told them to back off because they were busy. Instead Jimmy broke the kiss and smouldered unintentionally into the camera, rocking their hips together in time with Deanâs instructions.
He could admit, and he was sure Cas would agree, that it was actually kind of hot. It put him in mind of if theyâd 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 wouldnât have minded a kiss or two from Mr. Photographer, but didnât 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. Â Castielâs 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 brotherâs 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 Deanâs 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 Jimmyâs hair. His brotherâs mouth skimmed away to mouth down his neck, and he couldnât hide the shiver or the small noise that whimpered in the back of his throat. Hopefully it was drowned out by the music.
The shirt came off eventually, after some thinly veiled attempts at playing coy, which was not an easy feat, as Jimmy knew all of his weak spots, and he didnât make a habit of denying what theyâd both wanted in the first place. From Deanâs encouragement he did an adequate job, and for that he was pleased. Cas hated scoring low on his own expectations, or anyone elseâs.Â
Dean always instructed the models to play it real. Â The more emotionally engaged they were, the more they bought into the story the camera would tell, the better.
He hadnât bargained for this. Â The twins were smoking hot. Â Hot for each other, and it was as real as it could get. Â The sounds they made were hella sexy. Â If he werenât behind the camera, he knew heâd probably be sitting in a chair and wondered if he could resist squeezing off a round. Â
The music didnât hide their sharply drawn breaths, and Dean found that his own were coming fast and shallow. Â 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. âAlright. Â Cas, you slowly drop down to your knees, but hand on to Jimmyâs waist band. Â Play with his button, then drag him down. Â Weâll take a break after that.â
He stepped away.  âGo.âÂ
Castiel couldnât deny the work-up was pretty great, the sharply drawn breaths, the tension, the skimming hands and shuttering muscles. Oddly enough, what had started out as a simply photoshoot had turned into extended foreplay, judging from the way all three were breathing quicker than normal. Secretly Cas always like the time after the action best. When whoever was involved would press skin-to-skin and there were lazy kisses, when he could nuzzle sleepily into his brotherâs neck and take a nap tangled in arms or legs.
It was probably foolish to indulge in these thoughts, wondering about Deanâs kisses, if heâd 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 twinâs chest. When he was rewarded with Jimmyâs 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.
If theyâd been alone this would be the point when Jimmy pushed him onto his back to the floor, when heâd level himself over him and shove a hand down the front of his jeans till he bucked and clawed and demanded he take him already. The echo of intention was written in Jimmyâs gaze, and Castiel knew it was in his own, hands clinging to his brotherâs shoulders and feeling perilously unbalanced as instinct told him to lean backward, but common sense ordered to stay put.Â
| deanpizzapie |
 Castiel didnât make any quips about Deanâs âdabblingâ in country music. Actually, he fancied the other would look rather dashing in a cowboy hat and spurs on his heels. Wrangler jeans. Maybe heâd blushed a little more than heâd wanted at that thought, but he had an inkling it might have been because Dean had been untucking his shirt at the time, leaning into his personal space.
The last of the flush had faded by the time heâd paused in Jimmyâs 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 âpartially dressedâ more than others. He assumed Dean meant to boxers. If itâd been Gabriel or Balthazar it probably would have meant nothing but the shirt, and he was suddenly grateful that wasnât the case. If they were going to doâŚthings heâd rather not be standing. They tended to get bruises that way, either by clinging on or from toppling over.
âYou mean we arenât going to move to the studio?â Maybe later, but heâd thought the clothes would drop in front of a set-up of some kind, not in the middle of Deanâs 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. Theyâd both done this before too. After the debacle of Jimmy going out with Amelia theyâd taken to inviting someone to join them every once in awhile, when the mood struck. It meant theyâd bump-and-ground on each other while trying to get a particular personâs 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 didnât 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 Jimmyâs shirt in turn, their foreheads touching, trading smirks. He ran his fingers up the front of his brotherâs chest when it was open, only to wind both arms around his neck. Theyâd hinted at it, suggested it, but if it wasnât 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 didnât bother leaning close enough to conceal the play of tongues in the space between, both sort of wanting to know what Deanâs response would be.
Especially as once theyâd started it was highly unlikely they stop without instruction. He wanted it, they were giving it.
"Whole place is a studio. Â Trust me," Dean answered. Â He was taking shots from all angles. Â They showed the guys in front of the window. Â In front of the modern kitchen. Â With his own bed on the far side of the room, once heâd moved the privacy panels. Â When it was time to edit the shots, he could have the walls looking like industrial brick, or remove the background altogether and have them playing in the rain, with lightning raging over head. Â The strobe lights would help with that effect.
As they got more heated, Dean had to move in for closer shots. Â âMove a little slower. Â Slow, slow, fast, slow, slow, fast, thatâs it.â Â He couldnât pretend they werenât getting to him. Â That his clothes werenât getting uncomfortably tight. Â That unbidden thoughts entered his mind - what would it be like to kiss one, then the other. Â 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.  âLetâs  have some push, pull now.  Jimmy, pull him close.  Cas, put your hand on his chest and push him away.  Tease him, Mmm, right.â
Moving around them, he said, ânow move to the center of the room, over there. Â âJimmy, stand behind Cas and put your arms around his waist. Dance with him. Â Seduce him. Â Cas, you canât resist. Â Let him take your shirt off, but donât make this easy for him.â
Heâd need a break soon. Â They all would, before this went too far too fast.
Regardless of the circumstances, one did not just kiss a Novak brother silently. It wasnât long before tiny hums and moans were breathed out between them, Jimmyâs shirt falling to the floor when Cas pushed it off his shoulders. He didnât pay attention to it, busy wrapping his arms around Castielâs waist and darting their tongues together playfully. If it had been anyone else, any other time, he might have turned and told them to back off because they were busy. Instead Jimmy broke the kiss and smouldered unintentionally into the camera, rocking their hips together in time with Deanâs instructions.
He could admit, and he was sure Cas would agree, that it was actually kind of hot. It put him in mind of if theyâd 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 wouldnât have minded a kiss or two from Mr. Photographer, but didnât 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. Â Castielâs 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 brotherâs 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 Deanâs 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 Jimmyâs hair. His brotherâs mouth skimmed away to mouth down his neck, and he couldnât hide the shiver or the small noise that whimpered in the back of his throat. Hopefully it was drowned out by the music.
The shirt came off eventually, after some thinly veiled attempts at playing coy, which was not an easy feat, as Jimmy knew all of his weak spots, and he didnât make a habit of denying what theyâd both wanted in the first place. From Deanâs encouragement he did an adequate job, and for that he was pleased. Cas hated scoring low on his own expectations, or anyone elseâs.Â
| deanpizzapie |
  âOh donât worry, you look great.â Dean kinda looked great already, but he kept mum on that point. He didnât want to push his flirting too far before Cas had a chance to man the spotlight. After all itâd been his brother thatâd first mentioned he thought Dean was cute. He wouldnât have been blushing quite so much if he hadnât been firmly in the interested column. He got flustered more easily then.
Castiel moved easily whenever Dean spoke. Left, right, lift your chin, hand on hip, look into the camera. Heâd opened his mouth to point out it wasnât actually his first-hand experience, but instead he smiled faintly. âAlright Dean.â He did have something of a temper. It wasnât 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. âYou enjoy female country artists?â He asked, masking a chuckle. Castiel wouldnât have guessed that from a photographer wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. âYour singing isnât the worst Iâve heard.â A number of his relations couldnât 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 otherâs tugging on his shirt. Cas cleared his throat a little, because photographers did that sort of thing a lot, but he just hadnât been expecting it. He shouldâve been. Unfortunately he had to do some more acting instead, and that had distracted him. He thought back to Kali. He didnât think donning a short red skirt and flaunting spike heels would really work in this situation. He knew thatâs 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 wasnât sure he could sell it properly. If someone had broken his heart heâd 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 heâd 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 âhighâ. He unbuttoned all but a button or two on his shirt, and inched into his brotherâs personal space once heâd 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 brotherâs assignment.
You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you, you let me penetrate youâŚ
The beat was tinny, but they knew it well, and it was easy to rock their hips in tandem, Jimmyâs hands on Castielâs hips. After while Cas turned, his spine lining up with his brotherâs chest, hips grinding to the slow beat. Every couple of seconds heâd flick a glance to the imaginary ex through the window, smile smugly under his lashes before tilting his neck to the otherâs 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 Jimmyâs hair and the other dragging along the arm banded around his waist.
I wanna fuck you like an animalâŚmy whole existence is flawed, you get me closer to godâŚ
With his twin in his personal space he felt a little more at ease, he nearly forgot Dean was there, though he did have the presence of mind to keep up the charade, keep glancing towards the glass pane, to not do anything more than occasionally breathe into each otherâs mouths without making contact. Luckily they both had practice enough that they didnât have any problems beneath zippers, even when Jimmy expertly flicked the button on his jeans, hands roaming and cross-crossing his chest before he did anything stupid like jam his hand down there as well. Cas turned his eyes towards Dean, surprisingly level-headed and clear considering they were dirty dancing in the middle of his floor. âIs this okay or do you want the shirt all the way off?â Jimmy paused and looked up from hiding his face against Castielâs neck as well, both hands splayed on bare chest.
"I have varied taste in music, and dabble in country once in a while. Â Mostly, I have a big collection of music for shoots." Â
Not many things took Dean by surprise, but Castielâs actions did.  Once he had his music on, and heâd pulled his brother into the shoot, the guy was on fire.  âGood⌠great, yeah, perfect.â  Moving around as unobtrusively as possible, Dean captured shot after shot. Â
He grabbed a light modifier and attached it to his lens, going for some softer looks with the light diffused. Â âPerfect.â Â 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. Â âKnow what? Â Itâs perfect as is. I donât even thing we need a costume change. Â You two keep doing what youâre doing, until youâre both partly dressed.â
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 Castielâs phone, he returned and fiddled with the lighting. Â Occasional strobe or other interesting lights would go off now.
He stepped back. Â âBy the time weâre done with these pictures, anyone who looks at them is going to be left breathless and wanting more,â he predicted. Â He didnât mention the fact that he was counting himself in that crowd. Â His clothes were starting to feel tight on him. Â Given the number of models he saw, in various states of undress, it was unusual for him to feel so affected. Â It didnât bother him, though, chemistry was chemistry. Â And when it was there between the photographer and the subjects, it showed in the work product.
"Alright boys, give it to me." Â
Castiel didnât make any quips about Deanâs âdabblingâ in country music. Actually, he fancied the other would look rather dashing in a cowboy hat and spurs on his heels. Wrangler jeans. Maybe heâd blushed a little more than heâd wanted at that thought, but he had an inkling it might have been because Dean had been untucking his shirt at the time, leaning into his personal space.
The last of the flush had faded by the time heâd paused in Jimmyâs 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 âpartially dressedâ more than others. He assumed Dean meant to boxers. If itâd been Gabriel or Balthazar it probably would have meant nothing but the shirt, and he was suddenly grateful that wasnât the case. If they were going to doâŚthings heâd rather not be standing. They tended to get bruises that way, either by clinging on or from toppling over.
âYou mean we arenât going to move to the studio?â Maybe later, but heâd thought the clothes would drop in front of a set-up of some kind, not in the middle of Deanâs 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. Theyâd both done this before too. After the debacle of Jimmy going out with Amelia theyâd taken to inviting someone to join them every once in awhile, when the mood struck. It meant theyâd bump-and-ground on each other while trying to get a particular personâs 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 didnât 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 Jimmyâs shirt in turn, their foreheads touching, trading smirks. He ran his fingers up the front of his brotherâs chest when it was open, only to wind both arms around his neck. Theyâd hinted at it, suggested it, but if it wasnât 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 didnât bother leaning close enough to conceal the play of tongues in the space between, both sort of wanting to know what Deanâs response would be.
Especially as once theyâd started it was highly unlikely they stop without instruction. He wanted it, they were giving it.
Donât speak to me unless you hand this to me.

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| aethyrx |
Lunch breaks were both a blessing and a curse. There was their reunion, stolen kisses and whispered words; hands and hips, drinking each breath in only to feed his own into Castielâs lungs when they pulled each other close like this. But it always made him wish for home, for when they were free to trample upstairs and slide under covers, murmur every detail of their hours apart from each other. Like they hadnât missed a thing, theyâd been together the whole time.
And then the break ended, and heâd have to untangle himself from where heâd happily knotted himself to his brother.
A shrug answered Castielâs question, his lips quirking upwards. A turn of his head and his lips caught his twinâs palm, pressing a kiss there before returning his cheek into the touch, just because he could. âI guess.â A non-committal answer. Jimmy was hungry. Jimmy was always hungry. But if Castiel didnât want to eat he was fine with waiting till they got home, heâd 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 heâd want to go, unfortunately none of them were fit to be had in the short time they were permitted to be together.
âNot necessarily.â He huffed a soft laugh, fog emanating between them. âIs this you saying you wouldnât mind freezing in an alley the whole hour?â Jimmy teased, knowing full well If heâd said a straight no theyâd probably have stayed here anyway. Not that heâd complain. He may, however, open their jackets and button them together like they did in middle school. It was warmer that way, and had the positive aspect of being mostly chest-to-chest, but for the annoying barrier of cotton between them. Easily remedied, but bothersome just the same.
The smile that adorned his siblingâs lips was echoed upon his own, for indeed Castiel did note his every thought with a poignancy most reserved for their own. He knew what Jimmy was thinking when his shoulder was raised in indifference, knew the intricacies of his speech without him having to move his lips.Â
It was with reverent fascination that he bore witness to Jimmyâs 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.Â
A warmth he so craved.Â
"If I were with you - " He murmured in answer to his jest, tilting his head just so - lips shaping the words against his twinâs. " then no. I wouldnât 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 Castielâs 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.Â
"There is a diner. Not far from here. I have it on good authority that the menâs room is well kept."Â
Warmth, shelter and privacy greater than that to be found in the allyway - an acceptable alternative to their current predicament. Offering services that they may prove in sore need of, should their welcome embrace prove as welcome as he does hope.Â
A short hum was the answer to Castielâs words, eyelids gaining weight and falling nearly closed, lips parting to catch the whisper on the tip of his tongue, like he could taste the tone of voice, the truth in his murmur. He wouldnât mind either, despite his lightheated taunt. He was grateful Castiel was the levelheaded one, because if it were up to him they would most likely have remained here the entirety of their break glued together from lips to knees.
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.
âWhoâs authority?â 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 brotherâs 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 wasnât a new phenomenon, though their choices were severely limited when the colder months appeared.
âGood idea.â Time was of the essence, though he was reluctant to pry out of each otherâs hold, even for the few minutes it would take to reach their destination. âWe should probably go now.â Hesitation was written in the way he leaned his mutter further against Castielâs mouth, the free hand that lifted to curl around the side of his twinâs neck, thumb tracing the line of his jaw just under an ear. Kiss me one more time before we have to separate. Before we have to pretend again.
| theyoungerxwinchester |
â- 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 wasnât 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, didnât 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.
Despite the Novaks being a large and relatively popular family there were still whispers about the youngest set of twins, and it was because of that there was an empty seat right in front of Castiel. That or his habit of watching people unblinkingly. He tended to get lost in thoughts. For instance, right now he was doodling in the margin of his notebook, but his lips were pressed into a thin line of silent sympathy. There was a perk of living in the same place your whole life, you never had to introduce yourself in front of a classroom full of highschoolers.
Sam tried hard not to be noticed. Thought perhaps this time he could get away with not having to speak. Not that he couldnât, per se, he simply just didnât want to.
He hated always being the new kid. Hazel eyes didnât 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, heâd be yanked away again, too soon, and have to start back over.
Nonetheless he said the same thing he always said. âIâm Sam Winchester. I like sports. I like cars. Thatâs about it.â
It wasnât really the truth. Sam could like some sports, didnât 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, iâm new so go easy on me) smile that wasnât necessary.
The silver switchblade in his socks, would keep people at bay if necessary.Â
Just when he went to take his seat, Sam noticed curiously, twins. RatherâŚ.unidentical twins almost and faltered in step. One seemed friendly and the other? Apologetic though he seemed to be too busy to actually catch Samâs 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 wasnât 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.Â
Samâs 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.
He just wanted the day to be over with already.
Huh. Sports and cars. Call him crazy but usually guys like that lookedâŚdifferent. You know, t-shirts with logos emblazoned on the front and a cap they wore backwards then they were concentrating or worked up. There were a number of guys like that at school, but then again, he supposed âIâm Sam Winchester and I like readingâ wouldnât exactly be a hit when introducing yourself.
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 wasnât surprised about that either. What he did notice, right about the time heâd 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, didnât 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 didnât 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 otherâs 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 âMake Sam welcomeâ before getting on with her lesson, and Castiel went back to his doodling. His curiosity was filtered through layers of introspective thought. Jimmyâs 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.
Since Jimmy was across the aisle and would have been chided for talking, it was Cas that gently tapped Sam on the shoulder and leaned forward enough to murmur into his ear. âI believe your bag is leaking Sam Winchester.â He whispered, low enough not to be noticed by anyone but his brother, currently trying not to make his staring obvious.