Castor Stuart (sg_castor) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-12-06 01:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: thread, -2011: december, character: castor stuart, character: david karofsky, ~complete |
Log: Cave do something stupid. Again.
Who: Cave
Where: The Quarry
When: Monday, December 5th after school
What: Sexings because Cas is a no-good dirty rotten tease. And also, these idiots do something really dumb.
Warnings: Sex, language, angst, extraordinarily brief mentions of rape and OD’ing, teenage romantic idiocy. Robert Plant music.
Cas really was a no-good dirty rotten cocktease, sometimes, and Dave had spent the entire day hard and aching with the possibilities after their conversation in the journals and a few well-timed dirty texts. So as soon as he was out to the truck he called Cas. “Get that perky ass of yours out here, Castor,” he growled, then hung up and tossed his phone onto the dashboard, and started biting his nails so his hands would go to his crotch and try and get him off before the fun could even start
Cas had been having so much fun tormenting Dave. He knew Dave would be having a hell of a time being good and the phone call was only met with laughter. He took his sweet time getting out to the truck and when he climbed in all he said was, "Quarry." He had both his packs - his school and travel packs.
“I hate you,” Dave said, then leaned forward and kissed him, quickly. He shivered at the sight of the travel bag, because that was always a good sign. “I’ve got blankets in the back and found this really nice secluded spot the other day. We could get in the bed...” Thankfully it wasn’t too terribly cold, and the little lea he’d found was nice and sunny.
He grinned into the kiss, having to stop himself from positively invading his boyfriend's mouth. There were places to go. "Sounds perfect. But I have to fuck you okay? Cause I have dance class in like an hour and a half or so. And I can't dance if my ass is sore." What? It was true. Then he smiled, "You can stay and watch if you wanna."
Dave swallowed a moan. “Oh I wanna.”
Traffic had mostly cleared out by that time, so Dave put the truck in drive and pulled out, heading towards the quarry. He kept one hand on Cas’ thigh the entire time, rubbing up higher and higher only to return to just above his knee once he reached Cas’ crotch. By the time he pulled into the small clearing he was literally so ready for Cas’ cock he was pretty sure he was going to go crazy if he didn’t get it soon.
Cas had a very hard time being good on the way to the quarry. He wanted to climb into Dave’s lap or do terrible, distracting things but his boyfriend was driving and so if he didn’t want them to crash in a fiery spin out of death he would be good and just cuddle. But by the time Dave finally parked he was pretty much ready to tear both their clothes off and just - well he was going to do that. He just needed to take his time.
“Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up,” he pretty much demanded as he grabbed his black travel pack and climbed out of the truck.
Dave laughed and grabbed the blankets from the backseat, dropping them into the bed of the truck and shrugging out of his jacket before he jogged up to Cas and grabbed him around the waist, kissing him deeply.
Cas’s free arm wrapped around Dave’s shoulders and pulled him in even closer as the blonde fell into the kiss, wanting to just be as close to him as possible. The day had been torment for him too but it’d been fun. But he tore his mouth away from Dave’s to remind him, “Hurry up and get in the truck bed. I have a present for you remember?”
“What, going parking wasn’t the present?” Dave grinned and kissed Cas one more time, then picked him up and hoisted him into the bed, climbing up next to him and starting to spread the blankets out.
“Hardly,” Cas countered in an amused tone, “We can go parking any time and... we do.” He helped spread out the blankets then set out what they would need - lube and then (oddly enough) a little black box that looked like it belonged to some kind of jewelry. Which... well, it did. Sort of. Not really. But then yes sort of. “That,” he said, indicating the box, “Is your present.”
Dave cocked an eyebrow. “Dude, did you buy me a fuckin’ ring? Because the normal protocol for this is wining, dining, and getting on your knees.” He dragged the box towards him and picked it up. “Can I open it?”
Snickering, Cas shook his head a little, “No, it’s not a ring. Not in that sense. And since we’ll need it for right now, yes. Open it.” He settled back braced on one hand. The other was busy stroking himself through the front of his jeans just to be mean...
Before he did, Dave leaned forward and licked across Cas’ adam’s apple, because two could play at cruel. Then he pressed his forehead against Cas’ shoulder and opened the box.
“A...dog whistle?”
He groaned softly and closed his eyes but.. But he had to focus. Cas giggled a little at the silliness of the suggestion. “No. It’s a plug. For your urethra. Like what accidentally happened with my piercing.”
“Oh.” It took Dave a minute, but then... “Ooh. Um.” He flushed and put the plug and box aside, then pressed Cas back and onto the blankets. “Best. Boyfriend. Ever.” He kissed Cas and pressed his tongue into his mouth, sliding a hand up his shirt and tweaking at the various piercings he found along the way. “I love you.”
Yelping a little Cas crashed backwards - well not crashed but fell sort of. It was a bit flaily since he was surprised. Then he moaned into Dave’s mouth, forgetting his decision to be the one doing the fucking. He would’ve happily gone to dance class with a limp just then. Especially with the things Dave was doing to the sensitive places of his body - darn metal. “Because I encourage your kinks?” he grinned, “But I love you too.”
Dave laughed and put his arm behind Cas’ head so he wouldn’t brain himself. “Careful there, sunshine!” He ran his hand down Cas’ front to the front of his jeans and started to squeeze and rub at the same time he began to nibble at Cas’ throat. “Mmm, that, and because you’re just generally fantastic and lovable.”
“Fuck!” he cursed, arching his hips towards Dave’s teasing hand. It was such a good thing there was no one about to hear them because Cas wasn’t even bothering to keep his voice down. “Keep that up and we won’t get a chance to try the new toy,” he warned, blushing furiously for once. His hands were running up Dave’s arms to his back.
Dave squeezed Cas’ crotch one last time then sat up, breathless and flushed and grinning. “Can’t have that, huh?” He pulled his shirt off and slid his jeans and boxers down his thighs. “Okay, how does this work?”
Cas took the plug out of the box and grabbed the lube, "Well, we have to slick this up... And kind of like, gently um stretch? your erm hole." Okay he was blushing while having to describe this. But he'd only read about it okay? "Then we have to very slowly work this in. And you have to relax. I know. That's going to be really fucking hard but still."
Dave bit his lip. “You okay, sunshine?” He tilted Cas’ head. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want.”
“You’re the one getting metal put into your dick, puppy,” Cas countered with a faint smile. “It’s just that I’m worried about hurting you. But if we don’t like, try, we won’t figure it out right?”
Dave nuzzled his nose against Cas’. “You won’t hurt me. And even if you do I won’t care. Because this is kind of hot.” He brought Cas’ hand down to his dick and bit his lip. “Let’s try?”
Cas kissed Dave lightly before agreeing with a soft, “‘Kay.” He turned his focus to slicking up the plug which didn’t take long since it was a smaller one. Then his attention went to Dave’s cock. He’d read that you could do this part with either your hands or your lips and he was choosing to do the latter. He lowered his mouth to Dave’s cock, carefully working the soft flesh of the tip in what he hoped was readiness and not just... uselessness.
Dave groaned and put his hand on the back of Cas’ head. “Don’t do that too long or this is gonna be over way too soon...”
“Shhh,” he breathed against Dave’s cock. But he took the advice to heart and it wasn’t long before the tip of the plug was settled in place. “Remember... Relax.” With a bit of trembling, he started to press it in very slowly.
Dave immediately tensed up - not because it felt bad. Just the opposite. “Fuck. Fuck!” He grabbed Cas’ wrist, panting. “I - I need to sit down before you do this, I think, holy shit...” He lowered himself to his knees and then all the way down, onto his back, biting his lip, before he let go of Cas’ arm and nodded. “Okay. Okay, Jesus fucking Christ.”
When Dave started cursing, Cas tensed up and started to get even more nervous than he was. But it didn’t seem to be because of pain since Dave only stopped him for a moment. Okay. Better. Once his boyfriend was settled in place, he started pressing the metal plug in again. Once it was past a certain point it went in a bit easier but he still had to be careful so it didn’t go in too fast until the whole thing was in...
Dave swallowed and tried to speak but found his mouth too dry, so instead he beckoned Cas up and opened his arms to him.
“Just...just need to hold you for a second, please...”
Cas blinked at the request but still shifted to press his body to Dave’s, holding him tight. “Is it okay? Did I do okay?” He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, worried that he was in trouble somehow.
Dave chuckled a little breathlessly. “More than okay, babe. Just need you to ground me for a second.” He slid his thigh between Cas’ and started grinding up against Cas’ crotch, sliding the arm around his waist down over his ass to rub up and down the backseam of Cas’ jeans.
After a few minutes, he kicked off his shoes and jeans and boxers. “I seem to remember something about you fucking me?”
Running his hands up along Dave’s spine, Castor groaned softly as his hips rolled against his boyfriend’s. Fuck. He wanted to have him now but he could understand the need to be grounded. Especially after something so strange and intense. And part of him wanted Dave to do more than just grope his ass but to have those fingers inside of him - and he was getting distracted again.
He was brought back to reality by Dave stripping off those annoying bits of clothing fully. “Oh yeah. I was supposed to be doing that huh...?” Castor grinned impishly, “You get to choose. On your knees or on your back?”
“Mmm...back.” Dave rolled so he was resting on his back. “I wanna see your face.”
He pawed at Cas’ shirt. “Normally you’re the first one to get naked...”
“And you’re the one that’s overeager today,” Cas laughed pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to one side. With that taken care of, one hand settled on Dave’s chest, pushing him backwards lightly and the other hand went to his jeans, pulling at the button and the zipper wasting no time with either of them.
“Hey, I’m just bein’ grateful for the nice new toys I’ve been given!” Dave grinned and reached down to help Cas with his pants, then dragged him down again and into a kiss.
The jeans barely made it off and were caught at Cas’s feet since he hadn’t bothered with taking off his shoes though that was usually one of the first things that went with him. Or one of the things he didn’t bother with like the whole underwear issue. But he was so desperate to fuck Dave that he wasn’t really thinking about it.
Cas slicked up his forefinger and grinned as he settled in close, “Grateful or teenage horny?” And then he pressed the finger to Dave’s entrance, barely giving him any warning before the tip disappeared inside.
“Yep!” Dave said with a grin that quickly turned into a groan when Cas started fingering him. “Fuck you, Cas, I can take more than that...” True, he didn’t usually bottom but it wasn’t like he was made of glass either. He scratched up Cas’ back and bit his shoulder. “C’mon,” he whined.
“I know you can. I’ve seen you do it,” Cas snickered softly but then quite suddenly pushed the rest of his finger in up to the knuckle in a sharp and almost dangerous movement. But when it came to fingering and stretching, he knew what he was doing for once. It was hard to concentrate when so much else was going on and god he just wanted to be inside of Dave... Not without preparation, the last working bits of his brain reminded him.
Dave just whined again and shifted. “Seriously dude, hurry up!”
“Be careful what you wish for,” Castor reminded him softly. He pulled his hand back and spread more lube. He had this devilish grin on his face which was a little unusual for him but not really all out of place for what he was about to do. See, although he was careful about it, he skipped right over two fingers and went for three.
Dave arched off the truck bed and made a noise that was somewhere between a squeak and a shriek. “Fuck!” he shouted, then thrust his hips back. “Shit, yeah...”
For a moment, Castor was worried that he’d hurt Dave but that worry disappeared as soon as his boyfriend was thrusting back against his fingers. That had probably burned a bit but he seemed to be okay. Good. For a bit, Cas just worked his fingers back and forth inside of his boyfriend, stretching him well and good. It was just before he removed them that he purposely sought out a particular rough patch inside of Dave just to be particularly mean.
Dave practically howled. “Oh fuck you dude!” He grabbed for Cas and pulled him down, biting him hard on the shoulder.
“Whoa!” Cas exclaimed as Dave tugged him down - the surprise quickly turned into a low moan of pleasure. He was going to be damned marked by that. The sort where you could probably see individual teeth. Fuck. Fuck. “Okay. Okay. Hold on.” More lube was applied but now to his cock and he wasted no time positioning himself and pressing into Dave’s obviously ready and willing body. His hands settled on Dave’s hips, steadying himself as he went.
Dave tossed his head back and groaned, wrapping his arms around Cas. “Why don’t we do this more often?”
Leaning down, Castor started to kiss a trail up Dave’s chest as his hips started a very firm pattern of thrusts, not giving an inch of reprieve to his perfect boyfriend, “Because I’m the - ah, fuck - perfect little twink. That’s why.”
Dave chuckled. “Twinks can top too, y’know. Say that five times fa - aaaaaaah - “ Cas had managed the perfect angle there for a minute and Dave shuddered. “Do that again, fuck...”
Yeah, no, Cas was not going to bother playing tongue twisters right now when he could barely manage basic sentences without some kind of interruption. “‘Kay,” he managed as he shifted to try and repeat the same angle. It was hard to remember what he had just done considering his brain wasn’t really working right but he had hope! And a huge desire to leave Dave beyond sore.
And oh did Dave wanna be left sore, too. He planted his feet and managed to thrust his hips just right so Cas was slamming against his prostate with each stroke in and out. “Oh fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck - !” He grabbed his dick in one hand and started to stroke, and used the other to grab Cas’ hair and pull him down into a kiss that was mostly teeth. He hooked a finger through the ring on the end of the plug and slowly started to wiggle it in and out, and he started to feel his orgasm building up inside his lower stomach.
“Gonna come,” he grunted, before pulling Cas back in for another kiss.
The kiss distracted him from what he had been thinking of doing but only for a moment. It was Dave’s declaration of how close he was that reminded Cas. He grabbed both of Dave’s hands and lifted them to pin them by either shoulder and pressed down with as much strength has he could manage. “Bad puppy,” he growled before pretty much attacking Dave’s mouth. They were being rough and loud and he fucking loved it more than he wanted to admit.
“You don’t come until I do,” he pretty much ordered though it sounded further off than it really was when he said it like that.
Dave whimpered and squeezed Cas’ hands, then clenched down around him, biting his lip. “Please make that soon,” he whispered.
Well now he wanted to draw it out as long as possible but from the way Dave was squeezing around him, Cas was having a very hard time of that. So to be perfectly honest, it only took a few more thrusts to cause him to come and hard at that, groaning deeply with release.
Dave shifted and whined when Cas stopped thrusting, squeezing his hands again. “Please, please sunshine, I’m so close, I just need - “ Fuck, he didn’t even know, but he was literally right there and just needed a little more...
Cas grinned and pulled his hands away from Dave’s slinking down his boyfriend’s body until he was level with Dave’s cock again. One hand settled at the base while the other slowly started to remove the plug and he was licking at Dave’s tip like a lollipop with just a tiny bit of his tongue.
Aaaaaaaand that was it, apparently, because as soon as Cas got the plug out Dave came with a long, deep groan of satisfaction.
He tried to get in place for Dave to come in his mouth but the timing was a bit off so to be honest it was more on his cheek and his chin than anywhere else. He didn’t care. He was grinning anyway.
Dave groaned at the sight, then leaned forward and tentatively licked up Cas’ cheek. He made a face. “I need to start eating more pineapple...”
Cas couldn’t help it - he laughed. “If you want. I don’t mind how you taste.” And as if to prove it, he stuck his tongue out to clean up what bit of chin his tongue could reach and almost made a purring sound. But he still needed to clean up so he finally straightened up to get to his pack and grab a tissue to wipe his face off.
Dave grinned and put out his hand for a tissue to wipe himself off. “You’re like a fucking boyscout dude, I fucking swear...” He pulled his shorts and jeans back on and then laid back, staring up at the blue of the sky. “Come snuggle and enjoy the afterglow with me for a sec.”
Castor shrugged as he handed over a tissue, “If I just add some seed packets and a canteen, I can live out of that backpack for a couple of months.” That might not have been something Dave wanted to hear but it was true. He was prepared. Pulling his jeans back up but not bothering with the fly, he lay down with Dave, curling to his side. For a moment he just traced shapes on Dave’s stomach then he said with very little preamble, “So I was thinking... Maybe we should be like, engaged to be engaged.”
“I thought you weren’t supposed to get high before dance class anymore.” Dave frowned. “And who the hell let you watch Twilight?”
“No one,” Cas muttered but was clearly insulted when he asked, “Why do you think I’m high?”
Dave sat up and looked at Cas. “You basically just asked me to marry you, dude. If you’re not high then you’re stupid and I know that’s not true.”
Cas sat up too; his face was turning red but not from embarrassment, “Well since I’m not high, I must be stupid. Even though we pretty much are already married and just missing the certificate. Which is a good thing and I’m so not complaining.”
“So then why do you want to?!” Dave was seriously getting confused now, and frustrated and pissed off and, if he was honest, really upset. He didn’t like to think about the future - or, he was sure, the lack thereof - that he was pretty sure he’d have with Cas. “Why the fuck would you want to tie yourself down like that - especially to me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he countered though it wasn’t the most intelligent argument and Cas could be pretty stupid at times whether Dave wanted to admit it or not. “We’ve already made it through everything a couple could possibly imagine. We’re still together. It’s meant to be.”
“Because you’re gorgeous.” Dave shook his head. “Because I’m fat and ugly and dumb as a fucking brick. Because I have more issues than you should have to deal with. Because I’m not going anywhere with my life. Because I piss you off and upset you and make you cry all the fucking time. Should I go on?”
“You are not, are not and once again, are not,” not the best arguments again but they were ones Cas firmly believed in. Dave was none of those things. “And your issues are my issues because I’m stupidly desperately in love with you so we share. You’re going to have to learn that and I don’t mind sharing. You will go somewhere but you have to fucking try to get there. The path doesn’t just flop down in your lap and pant take me now.” Okay that was more of a sexual image than he’d meant it to be. Oh well. “As for me getting upset and crying, everyone makes me cry. I make me cry. Adorable kittens make me cry.”
Dave rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say.”
“I do try!” he snapped. “I try so fucking hard but I always just end up fucking things up. And you think you’re in love with me now? What about in ten years? Teenage romances don’t last, no matter how much you want them to. The only people who get married out of high school are hicks who already have kids together and people in movies.” He shook his head and closed his eyes, feeling tears threatening to fall. Fuck, he really hated talking about his future with Cas. The more he thought the more hopeless it looked and he just wanted to live in the now with what they had. He didn’t want to think about when Cas would leave him for someone better.
He just shook his head again. “Adorable kittens are good crying. I’m always bad crying.”
Usually when they started arguing like this, this was about the time Tree-Man started to show up. And to be honest it did start a little on his cheek but as soon as he reached out and slapped Dave, the bark flaked off leaving a red patch behind. Now it wasn’t very hard and he looked horrified after he did it. Violence was never, ever the answer. Especially not with Dave. “Don’t you get it, you... Jerk. In ten years, all I can see is me being with you where ever you are. Why the fuck can’t we be different, huh? Why not? That’s all I want. My goal in life is to be your fricking... House frau or whatever and I’m already doing pretty good at that!”
The slap just made Dave laugh, but in a self-depreciating, mildly-hysteric kind of way. “See?! I just fuck you up and make you do shit you don’t want to do. Your brother was fucking right, I am ruining you.”
“You haven’t always wanted that,” he said softly. “I just don’t think you should be making yourself permanently attached to the first guy who paid you attention. There are better ones out there. You shouldn’t make yourself settle for me.”
“Pollux doesn’t know shit right now but that’s not the point and we’re not fucking talking about him.” Cas deflected. He was not going to bring Pol into this conversation right now as much as he loved his twin.
Then he barked with laughter that was more than a bit bitter, “You think you’re the first guy who paid attention to me? Not even. Not even in Lima specifically. Don’t forget you had to rescue me from Blaine. And even before then, there were people on the way to Lima.” Okay, he wasn’t trying to make Dave feel bad but he knew that would be the result, “I could’ve run away with any of them. I could have. I didn’t. In the end, I picked you. Specifically you.”
“Why?!” Dave snapped, turning to look at Cas. “Why the fuck did you pick me? There is nothing about me worth picking. I am a dime-a-fucking-dozen, go to any bar and you could pick up an ugly, desperate closeted asshole without even trying. I don’t fucking get it, Cas. Why am I worth all the fucking trouble and tears?”
“There is everything worth picking about you. From the physical - which I know you don't like yourself but I love from your hair to your toes. I love your giant smile and the special ones that you have just for me. I love waking up next to you and knowing that just a few months ago, you kicked me out instead but now you have this love and trust for me. I love feeling like we're connected by blood and bone and everything around us. I love living with you like we're pretty much already destined. We've survived everything. Suicide attempts, accidental overdoses, pain, suffering, cheating and rape. We're still together. We're still us. And... I want it to be that way forever. So why don't you?”
“I do,” Dave said softly. “Fuck, I do, I do more than anything in the world, but...I just don’t want to get hurt. I know it’s fucking selfish but I don’t know what the future is going to be like - I just know that at least once a week we have a fucking cataclysmic fight and I think ‘this is it, this is where he leaves me’, and that hurts enough without us having promised each other to stay together.
“And what happens if someone better comes along? I don’t want you to stay with me, I don’t want you to start hating me because I’m between you and what you want. I don’t think I’d be able to stand that, but you would. Just...what if. What if what if what-fucking-if. I can’t stop thinking about it all and I just want to turn off my fucking brain and say hell yes but...” He sniffled and, shit, yep, was crying like a bitch. “Fuck.”
Castor hadn’t meant to make Dave cry. He never wanted to hurt his boyfriend but... Fuck, he kept doing that. He was just as bad as Dave was trying to make himself out to be. And Dave had never actually hit him - Cas was the one to strike first. Fuck. Sighing heavily, Cas pulled Dave’s head to his chest and held him in place against whatever physical struggle there might be.
“They’re only cataclysmic because we’re teenagers. And no one better is going to come along. I did that. I hurt you that once and I will never do it again. That’s... That’s part of this, you know. Like my promise that I will never fucking hurt you like that again. To swear myself to you and only you and I’ve had my fucking test on that. I passed with flying colors.”
Dave squeezed his eyes shut and let Cas hold him. “I just don’t want to make you settle. I want you to be happy and free like you’re supposed to be. I already hold you down so much - I don’t like your drugs, I’m violent as fucking hell and vengeful, I don’t get where you come from on stuff - I don’t want you to tie yourself down to someone as stupid and imperfect as me when there’s gotta be some awesome surfer organic-eating vegan with a surfing organic vegan harem or whatever. I don’t even come close to that and we both know it.”
“I’m trying to get better with the drugs,” he said softly, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. Really he was. He hadn’t taken any pills in ages and he’d mostly just been smoking weed. It was really hard and he had heaping rough patches that he refused to let Dave see. “That freak out was kind of like a big fucking warning sign you know? And so you’re my big grizzly bear or something. Whatever. I’ll just tut at you and then use you for when I need someone beat up but like it would go against my beliefs.” He snorted a little like it was a joke. It wasn’t entirely. “And let me tell you something right now - vegans are fucking stupid. ‘Nuff said.”
“And you know for damned sure I’m not perfect... Look at all the trouble I get into - overdoses and drugs and... Just everything. I don’t know how I can get you to believe me. I just...” He sighed heavily and switched gears to music. "Everybody's been talkin'. They say our love wasn't real. That it would soon be over. It's not the way I feel..."
“Oh my god,” Dave said with a sigh. “I’m marrying a fucking glee kid.”
He was quiet for a moment, just listening to Cas sing, then said softly, “You don’t have to give up the drugs if you don’t want to. And if you do, for your health and not for me, then you don’t have to hide it. I feel like a dick for not even noticing.”
He had a really hard time not squealing when Dave used the M-word but he did grin so broadly that Cas was almost certain his head was going to split in two.
As for the drugs, “I didn’t want you to notice so you didn’t. All those times when I was bugging out like literally thinking there were bugs under my skin I went and I hid. I may be a shitty liar but I’m a pretty good actor if I don’t have to make things up too much. When I had that freak out because it was... just... gone. I. Later I looked back on it like what the fuck was my problem? That wasn’t right and you know it.”
“Wipe that fucking smile off your face, I’m tired of fighting with you so I’ll just agree and hope you’re right about all this.” He kissed Cas’ chest, over his heart, and then pulled both of them down to lie wrapped around one another.
He held Cas, and once he was done kissed him, gentle but deep. “You shouldn’t have felt like you had to hide it. I would have helped you...”
Cas sort of wilted and said very softly, “Oh... You’re just agreeing so I’ll be quiet about it?” He wasn’t meaning to start another argument but that pretty much sounded like what Dave had just said to him.
And yet still he curled up with him and managed not to frown. Fuck. “You would’ve worried. So I kept that from you so you wouldn’t. It’s getting... better. Sort of.”
“No...fuck.” Dave started biting his nails, unsure of how to word what he wanted to say. “It’s like...I want this. I really fucking want this. I love you and I hope I’ll always love you and fuck yes I want to do stupid ridiculous teenage things like ‘be engaged to be engaged’ and make it Facebook official or whatever. Fuck yes I want that. I just...don’t know how to convince myself that it’s not all going to end in disaster and I’m not better off pushing you away so I won’t get hurt. I’m a selfish fuck, I know, but...” He shook his head with a sigh.
He chuckled. “Well. Yeah. But I always worry. And I want to help you with shit like this. I don’t want you to have to go it alone. I’m here for you and, God willing, I will be until you don’t need me anymore.”
“It’s not love if it doesn’t hurt or something right?” Castor snorted a little and closed his eyes, “You don’t get how I work, do you, babe? My general motto is, ‘this could be disastrous - let’s do it.’ Then again I’m pretty sure you’ve never seen me jump out of a three story window either...”
Cas poked Dave’s side hard, “I’m always going to need you... And now I’m way too fucking exhausted for dance class. Shit. I still have to go though.”
“No, no I haven’t.” Dave chuckled. “And if I do I will have a heart attack so let’s try and avoid that if possible, okay?”
Dave squeaked and squirmed away. “Okay! Erotically codependent, just like the Winchesters! I gotcha!” He smoothed a hand over Cas’ hair. “We can stop and get you coffee or something, if you want?”
“I’ve done it like six times. I know how to land. And I’ve jumped rooftops and other shit.” Dave had only gotten a taste of what he could do with the peyote incident.
“What?” Cas asked not knowing who the Winchesters were but whatever. There was a suggestion of drinks and suddenly Cas perked up and shifted so he was on Dave’s lap, bouncing in an unhelpful manner, “McDonald’s has peppermint hot cocoa can we get some can we get some can we get some?”
Dave groaned. “Don’t tell me that! I’ll have to put you on a leash!”
“I’ll tell you later - “ He grunted when Cas jumped on him. “Yeah, sure, fine, although now it looks like you don’t need anymore fucking sugar, ya hyper little minx.” He kissed the top of Cas’ head, then checked his watch. “Put your clothes back on, if you wanna make it to dance class on time and be able to get ridiculous sugary things, we need to leave soon.”
“You know it’d be totally fucking awesome to see,” Cas countered but there were more important things on his mind. Nameley...
“YAY cocoa cocoa cocoa!” He kissed Dave roughly then scrambled to get his clothes back on entirely and get his things together. The plug went back in the box for now to be cleaned later and the pack was zipped up. When he left the truck bed he literally just walked over one of the sides from the top edge, landing with catlike grace.
Dave rolled his eyes, but managed to find his shirt and shoes and put them back on without hurting himself. Then he folded up the blankets, had a minor heart attack when Cas just dropped, and cussed him out under his breath while he went and got in the truck. He paused for a moment, then grabbed his letterman and held it out to Cas. “If we’re going to be doing stupid highschool romance, you’re going to need to wear this.”
Castor actually blushed and stared at Dave as he took the letterman from him. The first thing that came out of his mouth was entirely stupid since he was putting on the jacket as he said it, “What about my letterman...?” The other question was more important, “And what if like, people who aren’t part of the knowing accepting group figure out it’s your jacket...?”
Dave blushed right back and shrugged. “Forget about it, you don’t have to if you don’t want.”
He didn’t meet Cas’ eyes when he said, “I think it’s time I stop being afraid of people finding out. There are more important things in my life than my closet.” He reached out for Cas’ hand and squeezed it with a smile, before he turned the truck on and backed out of the clearing.
But Cas was gonna because he already was. It was Dave’s and smelled of Dave and all things Dave were wonderful.
He squeaked a little - a good squeak, a proud squeak and one that meant okay he had some tears going on but they were happy ones. Cas pretty much clung to Dave’s middle even as he was driving, “So proud of you.” But at the same time... he knew this was going to be a Hell of a week at McKinley...