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Look at you all excited and dripping. You like him, don't you? You guys knocked boots yet, Dean-o?
Gabriel’s teasing earlier bore into Dean’s head as he sat beside Benny who’s equally naked as him, wearing only the thin boxers Balthazar had provided. With his elbows resting on his knees, he hoped he had successfully concealed his raging hard-on. Not that he’s embarrassed or anything, but everything about this scene was just different than his first.
Weirdly, in a way, he now understood what it’s like to be in Castiel’s position, looking forward to filming a scene with someone. And not just with someone, but with Benny.
Even with the air-conditioning turned on, the pair of studio lights beaming directly at them felt hot against his skin. Perspiration began beading on his forehead. Benny too was sweating a little; Dean couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from Benny’s sweat-glistened skin as he watched a stray drop of sweat slowly roll down from Benny's neck towards his lightly furred chest.
“Okay boys, it’s showtime,” Gabriel announced with a clap. He rubbed his hands together while getting settled comfortably in his director’s chair. “Balth, are the cameras ready?”
Balthazar raised his thumb in the air.
“Good, good. Now boys, go wild and start kissing. Show our audience what they want.”
That had Dean snapping away from Benny’s powerful thighs.
“What?”
“ What? ” Dean and Benny asked in chorus.
“Start kissing,” Gabriel repeated. He pursed his lips and smacked them repeatedly. “What's wrong? You guys agreed that kissing's cool, isn't that right, Balth?”
Balthazar, without a word, simply nodded behind the camera.
Half an hour ago, just like Dean's first time with Castiel, he and Benny had signed the contracts and had stated their identification and consent to be filmed in front of a camera, for legal purposes. One of those documents was the scenes and sexual acts, in which the two men had agreed on kissing and other stuff .
“Uhm,” Benny started, raising his hand, “ain’t we supposed to have a…” he trailed off and snapped his fingers, trying to find the word.
“A script.” Dean supplied. Benny nodded in agreement and put a hand on Dean’s knee. It stayed there as Gabriel answered.
“Yeah, it’s kind of my fault. We don’t have any script prepared.”
Can’t you make it now? Dean thought to himself, ignoring Benny's hand on him. The script they'd given to him the last time was barely a script anyways, just a few corny lines. Hell, fifteen-year-old him could write it. “How about porn, we’re not watching porn?”
Gabriel snorted at that, obviously holding a laugh.
“What?” asked Dean, confused. “We need porn.”
But that only had Gabriel burst out laughing.
What the hell?
“I think what the director meant was you don't need porn, Dean,” Balthazar explained, not bothering to hide his smile. He then jerked his head towards Dean's crotch.
Beside him, Benny hummed, low and deep.
DammitDammitDammit.
Dean was suddenly hyper-aware of everything: the low hum of AC, the red LED light from the cameras, Gabriel wheezing in his chair, and how one of Balthazar’s eyebrows rose in amusement; he had forgotten that he was hard as a rock down there, probably leaking, and Benny was staring at it.
In an attempt to hide the tent in his boxers, he tried to close his parted legs but the strong hand on his knee prevented him.
“Don't,” Benny said under his breath. His hand moved up, thick fingers grazing Dean's thigh until he reached the soft material of Dean's boxers.
Speechless, Dean swallowed thickly and just stared at the huge hand, excited and scared at the same time.
But Benny didn't move further. Instead, he surprised Dean by capturing the man's lush lips with his, cautiously. Dean went still at first, his eyes darted towards the camera for a fraction of second, but his body quickly relaxed by the familiarity of Benny's touch. The memory of last night's heated experience with Benny was all coming back to him in pleasant waves.
“This okay?” Benny whispered when their lips parted.
There was uncertainty in Benny's voice that Dean didn't miss. Or was it fear? Dean didn't know, so he quickly reassured Benny by recapturing his lips in hopes the man would understand that everything was cool.
The kiss was nowhere near compared to what Dean and Benny had shared last night. Yet, Balthazar and Gabriel seemed pleased with the tame and shy pecks the two men were sharing.
In the corner of his eye, Dean spotted Gabriel mouthing, 'No script. Do what you want. Improvise.' The director then gave him an OK sign and winked suggestively.
Cheeky son of a bitch , Dean thought as he opened his mouth to invite Benny's prodding tongue, watch us improvise then.
Balthazar noticed the change of pace and moved closer with his camera, and in response, Dean angled their heads and gave the cameraman a glimpse of his and Benny's tangled tongues before deepening the kiss, letting Benny trace the insides of his mouth.
The camera clicked and Balthazar adjusted the lens, zooming and focusing on Dean's cheek where an outline of Benny's tongue poked out.
“Beautiful.”
Did Balthazar say something? Or was it Gabriel? Dean didn't know; his and Benny's moans drowned out the sounds around him.
Kissing in front of a camera wasn't as scary as he had imagined. Maybe Benny got something to do with it; with how he sucked on Dean's tongue and his solid hold onto Dean's shoulder, it was easy to let go and just melt with it.
“Hot damn,” Benny gasped when they parted, their lips a fraction of an inch apart.
“ Hot damn indeed ,” someone agreed somewhere in the background.
Dean chuckled low at that, fully aware of Balthazar moving around to change the angle. He rested his forehead against Benny's and glanced at one of the cameras. “They want to see a show you know.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Then let's give it to them.”
Everything disappeared around them after that. It was just him and Benny. There were clicks, flashes of lights, and footsteps going on but they were all ignored as Dean pushed Benny on the mattress.
Dean stared at the man underneath him, blue eyes staring back at him with that softness Benny always has. His eyes wandered south and locked on Benny's parted lips. God, those lips, he wanted them, wanted to spend hours memorizing its insides with his tongue, fantasized of them wrapped around his cock. Instead, he leaned down and kissed Benny's bearded jaw.
Mm.
Slowly, Dean nibbled his way towards the hollow of Benny's throat and began sucking, licking, and biting. It was as though he was worshipping Benny's neck as his hands mapped every inch of exposed skin underneath him, taking mental notes of the curves and crevices, and of the moles and scars hidden under the light hairs covering Benny's body. The taste of salt assaulted his tongue as he traveled further south until he reached Benny's chest.
“Try sucking one of his nipples,” Gabriel instructed, and Dean did as he was told, taking that pencil eraser-like nipple into his mouth. “That's it. Now pinch the other with your— very nice.”
Benny gasped at that, drawing a trembling breath.
God, this man , Dean thought. His taste, his masculine scent, the sounds he made, and the way he squirmed underneath Dean were driving Dean insane. The things I want to do to you .
A fleeting thought came into Dean's mind; that he should be comparing Benny to all the women he had been with. But nada. This was one of those moments you don't think of something – someone – else. It's just him and Benny… and apparently Gabriel and Balthazar.
Unclamping his teeth from Benny's raw nipple, Dean lifted his head to look at Benny.
Their gaze met halfway, and Dean could've sworn that there's something more from Benny's unfocused eyes. There's heat in them but the softness got Dean's heart pounding in his chest. It's different compared to what others had given to him. Like he was special or something. Like this wasn't just sex. Like he was—
His train of thought came to a halt when Benny said, “My turn.”
With his surprising strength, Benny flipped them over, grunting, trapping Dean under his weight.
Amused, Dean opened his mouth to say something sassy but words turned into silent gasps, as Benny didn't miss a beat to lavish Dean's heated body with his tongue and lips.
“Fuuck.” Dean threw his head back and grabbed onto Benny's short hair with one hand while the other onto the man's bicep, coaxing and wanting more.
Benny did what Dean had done to him, just like what they had talked about back in Dean's apartment. He never rushed or anything, savored every inch of Dean's skin, until he reached Dean's neck.
“I'll kick your ass if you try giving me a hickey,” Dean warned. Although it would sound more threatening if he wasn't half-moaning the words, loving the scrape of Benny's beard against his raw skin.
“Only if you want me to, chief,” mumbled Benny in between licks and kisses. While doing so, he effortlessly maneuvered both of their bodies until he was resting between Dean's legs, blanketing Dean with his broad frame. He grabbed the back of Dean's leg and clutched it around his hips.
Vulnerable. A sense of vulnerability bloomed in Dean's chest with their compromising position. He waited for fear – or anything else – to follow but nothing. Everything was pleasant: Benny's weight against him, their mingling sweat, and the welcoming heat. They're like two pieces of a puzzle together, as cliché as it might sound. A perfect fit, him and Benny, that's why he couldn't help but—
Gabriel cheered. “Getting a little handsy there, Dean-o?”
“Ignore him,” Balthazar said while snapping a photo, “just continue what you are doing. You two are golden.”
Dean couldn't hear them though, his ears were focused on Benny's drawl as the man whispered against his skin, “Did you just squeeze my butt?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Well, that explains why you kept ogling at it last night.”
“I'm not o–oh my God!”
A choked moan escaped Dean's mouth, his eyes flew wide open. He could feel it, Benny's erection pressing against his. Every small movement Benny made, rubbing their bodies just right, sent an unmistakable pleasure throughout his body.
“Do that again,” Dean found himself saying with such need when Benny ground his hips and applied pressure on their crotch, sliding his girthy length along with Dean's. “Hngh yeah, just like that.”
Benny was rocking his hips now, back and forth, dry humping Dean again – and again , until Dean was a panting mess.
“Lean on your side. I can't see.” Balthazar's voice pierced the chorus of grunts and ragged breaths.
Benny obediently followed, easing his weight and giving the cameraman a view. His stomach curled and tightened as he slid his full length along the underside of Dean's clothed cock.
A hum of approval rumbled low in the back of Balthazar's throat. Click. “Use your elbow.” Click. “Good, good.” Click. “Beautiful.”
At some point, between the snapping of photos, their lips have found each other as they moved as though they were long time lovers.
Pleasure took over Dean and his world shrunk until all that's left was Benny. He arched his back and raised his hips, chasing that pleasurable drag. His hands were all over Benny.
“You like that?” Benny whispered low, angling his head away from the cameras so only Dean could hear.
“Yes,” lost in the overwhelming sensations, Dean practically growled, I fucking love it . If his damp boxers weren’t enough proof, with his cock leaking pre like a freaking faucet, then what is? Thrust after thrust, the slide, and friction of their clothed cocks got better and better, and all he could do was gasp as he buried his face in the crook of Benny's neck. “Fuuuuck. More. Give me more, Benny.”
Benny complied and gave Dean a hard thrust, eliciting a guttural moan from the man underneath. Again and again, fueled by the sounds of approval Dean was making, Benny continued his assault working his hips.
Fuck. Dean was close. He could feel it. With all the stimulation on his cock, it's only a matter of— sonofabitch!
It came out of nowhere, hitting him with unrelenting force. He didn’t even get a chance to give Benny a warning. His body shook and tightened. His toes curled. Until finally, he’s coming undone, right into his boxers.
“Straight my ass,” Dean gritted out as he pumped out his load. Shame was gone and forgotten. He grabbed the back of Benny’s neck, who was now leisurely rolling his hips, pulled him in for an open-mouthed kiss. Breathless, he continued, “You sure you’re straight, Lafitte?”
“Ask that yourself.”
Benny then lifted his hips and brought them down, smashing their crotch and making a squelching sound from Dean’s sopping boxers. He looked down between them and chuckled deep.
“Damn.”
Dean followed Benny’s gaze and saw the mess he made. He also caught the undeniable wet spot on Benny’s boxers, right on top of a bulbous bulge. It’s like Benny’s boxers were struggling to keep his menacing member. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself too.”
Benny hummed. “Pretty much. You're doing things to me, chief, you couldn't imagine.” He kissed the side of Dean's head and continued, “The sounds you're making is just… I could listen to you all day.“
Unaware of the hushed conversation, Balthazar cleared his throat in an attempt to get Dean and Benny’s attention. When this didn’t work, as the two began exchanging lazy kisses, he had to practically tear Benny off of Dean to interrupt, exclaiming,
“Okay, that's enough. You sweaty boys are getting a little carried away.”
“Aww Balth, what are you doing?” Gabriel half-whined. “You should've kept rolling. Now the magic's gone.“
Balthazar only responded with a sharp intake of air after successfully prying Benny from Dean. “Come on, you guys. How are you getting paid with this? This is literally money down the drain.“ He then hooked a finger in the waistband of Dean’s boxers and carefully pulled them down a little, just enough to expose the tip of Dean’s cum-coated cock. A good mixture of disappointment, lust, and amusement was written across his face.
Draping an arm around Dean, pulling him close, Benny apologized under his breath.
“Sorry,” Dean also said with a sated smile.
It's weird. His balls were empty, although he hoped not, but he's nowhere near drained, physically. On the contrary, he's refreshed and mellow. That unexpected orgasm really calmed his nerves.
“Fuck off.” Grinning, Balthazar tousled Dean’s sweat-slicked hair. “You gentlemen didn’t sound sorry at all.”
“What, am I right? Did he cum?” Gabriel asked.
“See for yourself.” Addressing Dean, Balthazar instructed, “Hold your boxers down.”
Dean did just that and Balthazar began snapping pictures of his slowly deflating cock.
Click . “That's it.” Click . “Squeeze the base for me, darling. Squeeze that cum out.” Click .
“Mm, how bad do you want to lick that off of him?”
“Very.“
“I'd lick it,” Benny offered, eyeing the string of pearly cum rolling along the underside of Dean's cock. And as if he had to, he quickly added, “Long as you're paying us, of course.”
The tip of Dean’s ears went hot at that. His cock twitched in hand in anticipation, releasing yet another load. Benny's mouth around him. Mm . There’s still so much to do; he and Benny were only halfway through their scene. And he wouldn’t mind Benny sucking his cock before jumping into the main event. No, sir. He’d like that a lot. Not to mention they’re getting paid for this. He’d get the money Sam needed in no time.
Right, Sam needs money , Dean almost forgot.
Inside the studio, someone’s phone rang. It was Balthazar’s. He made a gesture at Gabriel before hurriedly excusing himself to pick up the call.
“So,” Gabriel began, “now that we know that you’re comfortable around each other. A little too comfortable than I imagined . How do you guys want to continue this? You still want to do your own thing or you want to be my human sex puppets?”
Dean was about to suggest Benny giving him a blowjob, but Gabriel continued,
“Wait. You need water, Dean-o? Gatorade? And how long do we need to wait before you can use your man meat again?”
“Water’s fine. And, uh…” Dean flexed his cock. The idea of Benny sucking it – gagging on it – made it half-hard already. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be good for another round.”
“That’s good to know.” Gabriel slapped his thighs and stood up from his director’s chair with a groan. “‘Cause last time you nutted in front of us, you were scrambling to find the exit.”
Benny chuckled at that. Dean made a face but he simply leaned in to plant a kiss on Dean’s cheek, soothingly running his hand along the length of Dean’s side.
“Yeah, you should’ve seen him picking up his clothes. It’s like his ass was on fire,” Gabriel informed Benny. “Now you horny boys wait here, I’ll be back in a sec to get you some water. There are towels in the bedside drawer. Clean yourself up. And no funny business.” He pointed a firm finger at Dean and winked before disappearing in the studio.
“No funny business,” turning his head to face Dean, Benny repeated when he was sure they’re finally alone. He had a foolish grin on his face which Dean fought the urge to wipe off with a kiss. The teasing bastard continued, “Does that mean we can’t practice ?”
Practice what? Dean wanted to say, obviously interested. Instead, he groaned, feigning annoyance though he had an easy smile on his face. “Just grab me a towel, will you.”
A companionable silence followed after that as Dean cleaned himself up as best he could.
He was fully naked now. After tossing his boxers to the side, Benny's arm found its way around him as they got settled in the bed. His leg on top of Benny's. At some point, he was waiting for Benny to say something – a joke, or maybe a compliment on how cute his butt was. But nothing. Benny had just watched him in silence with undivided attention, blue eyes patient and wanting.
“What?” Dean finally asked when he heard Benny sighed for the third time, thumb tracing the nape of his neck.
“Nothing.”
Nothing my ass. “Then why the hell are you staring?”
Benny shrugged. “I'm just thinking.“
“Thinking about what?” Dean turned his body and let Benny hold him closer. Benny's other hand was dangerously close to his crotch, absently caressing the inside of his thigh. “I mean, seriously, do I have to pull it out of you? Just tell me.”
“You're not gonna like it.” Dean gave Benny a stern look that said no more of that bullshit that had him surrendering. “Fine. I'm thinking of how much I want to kiss you.”
Oh .
Dean didn't think, he supposed. Maybe it was instinct or plain stupidity when he straight up grabbed the back of Benny's skull and mashed their lips together. It wasn't sexy or demanding. Didn't even have any heat behind it. A fleeting act, to sate his need of contact, as though Benny's hands on his body wasn't enough.
“Hmm,” a content sound rumbled low in Benny's throat. “You know,” he started, brushed his lips against Dean's, “I was partly kidding, but this works.”
“Fucker,” Dean said, kissing Benny again. He felt Benny's hand roam from his thigh to his hip, to the flat of his stomach, until it reached his warm chest. There, Benny rubbed small soothing circles as the kiss they were sharing got deeper and more passionate.
“I'm glad it's you, you know,“ Benny half-whispered, half-panted against Dean's lips. He pulled back enough to look Dean into his eyes, blue meeting green. “That I'm doing this with you.“ He then pressed a kiss on Dean's shoulder, short beard grazing the freckled skin. “Just can't see myself doing this with someone else—“
“Where's Gabe?“ for the second time that day, Balthazar interrupted. His head was poking out around the door, showing no intention of getting inside. Not commenting on Dean and Benny’s tangled bodies, he waved a hand and continued, “Nevermind. Because this is about the two of you. You, gentlemen, want to earn more cash from this scene, right?”
Dean bit his lower lip, unsure of how to respond. For a second, he wanted to say that he and Benny would be fine with how much they’d get with this. But in the corner of his eye, he could see the desperation on Benny’s features, ready to agree with what Balthazar was about to offer.
“Look, Dean, I don’t want to give you a wrong impression or anything, but I also need the money, and I would do anything – anything – for us to earn more. So if I said, I want you to fuck me tomorrow, you better fuck me, yeah?”
The hand on Dean’s chest trembled. And it scared Dean a little, knowing Benny was willing to do some freaky-deaky shit in front of the camera. He had signed it on his contract.
“How naked do we have to get?” Benny tried to sound funny – to sound confident, but the words came out all wrong.
“Hey,” Balthazar was quick to reassure Benny, “whatever you're thinking, stop it. We're all professionals here. We don't force our models against their will, especially amateurs.”
Benny nodded and Balthazar continued,
“Good. Now listen, what I'm suggesting for your easy kaching is an amateur threesome.“ Balthazar punctuated the word amateur. “It's the same of what you're doing here, only there's the obvious third penis in the mix.”
“Does Gabe have a say on this?” Dean said, concerned.
“Absolutely. In fact, even if the two of you agree, the scene will still not happen if Gabe says no.”
“Well that's good to hear,” Benny said, a little relaxed.
The cameraman smirked. “Is that a yes, am I hearing a yes from you, Lafitte? How about you, Dean-o?”
“I uh…” Dean started and trailed off.
This was all going too fast. Balthazar sales talked Benny into agreeing to his suggestion but that wouldn't work easily on him.
Wait. When did Benny say yes? Does this mean I have to share Benny with someone? Because I don't share. Benny's all mi—
Benny squeezed Dean's shoulder, drawing him away from his spiraling thoughts.
“You okay there, bud?”
Dean let out a nervous huff and shook his head. Two pussies, that he could do. He'd done it with the Doublemint twins. It was awesome. But two cocks? Not a chance, that is if he considered sharing Benny with some guy.
As if Balthazar could read Dean's mind, the cameraman said, “You sure about that, Dean?” He then theatrically swung the door open, revealing the other half of his body and the man standing close behind him. “Even if it's—”
“Castiel?” Dean interrupted in surprise. “The hell are you doing here?”
“Hello, Dean,” Castiel greeted formally, although his heated blue eyes said otherwise, feasting on the naked men before him, “It’s also nice to see you.”
Sonofabitch.
Dean wouldn't admit it but Balthazar exactly knew how to make a man say yes.