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Twelve Years Later
July 2020
“Mmph!” Dean stifles a moan against the back of his left hand as his right is covered and dripping in the white of his release. On the screen in front of him, a curvy brunette is steadily fucking herself on a thick dildo and dirty talking to the camera as a chatroom of about a thousand people watches.
Dean had told himself before he logged on that this is research, purely academic. He’d wanted to get a feel for what people like to see, what they request and what would make them want to fork over their hard earned money in tips. But that was over a week ago, and Dean’s still perusing the cam site nightly, doing nothing more than checking out the girls and stroking himself to a quick release. He should be in the male rooms, but he’s afraid that would just reawaken the side of himself he’d locked away shortly after sleeping Cas all those years ago. The problem is, he’s not going to learn what kind of show he could potentially put on by watching a bunch of chicks.
In the kitchen, no more than a dozen feet from where Dean still lay panting in his afterglow, his friend and perpetual roommate is nothing but a cacophony of bangs, clangs, and mediocre singing while washing the dishes. This is all his fault. When all else fails, blame Cas. That’s Dean’s motto, anyway.
Castiel’s been a cam boy since he and Dean met as roommates in their first year of college, and now, almost 12 years later, he has enough regulars and brings in more than enough money to cover his share of the bills. Hell, he even has enough left over every month to have a fairly padded savings account, and Dean is more than a little jealous about that.
Cas has always been quirky, though Dean typically goes a step further and calls him a ‘fucking weirdo,’ affectionately, of course. Weirdo or not, Dean wouldn’t have Cas any other way.
Soon after graduation, they found the little two bedroom craftsman house they now share. The house itself is pretty adorable, grey with white trim and a big front porch they keep a couple white rocking chairs on. When you walk through the front door, you’re greeted with high ceilings and an open concept living area. An oversized leather sectional sofa takes up a massive part of the living room, along with their huge flatscreen TV that hangs on the wall. They have a coffee table and a couple bookshelves that Cas has been stuffing with reading materials for years and a few family pictures from both of them.
Beyond the living room is their rather large kitchen. They’d painted the shaker style cabinets navy blue and had white quartz countertops installed a few years back when Cas went through what Dean called his “HGTV phase” and started redecorating. The island in the center of the kitchen is big enough for a few stools and they often take their meals there or in the little breakfast nook at the back of the kitchen. The nook has sliding glass doors that open to a small deck overlooking Castiel’s gardens.
Their bedrooms are on opposite sides of the house and are identical, down to the attached bathrooms that each opened to the living space for guest use. The one car garage is meticulously organized to hold their yard work equipment and often houses Dean’s ’67 Impala, the only car between now them since Cas works from home.
Dean still remembers when they went house hunting together, fresh out of college. As passionate as Cas had been about the heavens and all things celestial in school, his other passion took over his life in a big way. In their senior year, Cas heard about the crisis of honeybees and colony collapse and he threw himself into research. It was far too late to do something drastic like change majors, but the nerd was hooked on bees and Dean couldn’t talk sense into him. Cas adamently fought for them to take this house because its backyard backs up to a farm. He’d gotten permission from the landlord to keep a few hives in the backyard to help pollinate the farm of perfect strangers.
Cas is selfless that way.
From the moment they moved in and onward, Cas decided that camming could pay the bills, and he stuffed his degree in the kitchen junk drawer where it stayed for the last eight or so years, buried under loose twist ties and rarely used kitchen utensils. He dug it out once when he got bored enough to apply for a part time job at the planetarium in Kansas City, then back into the drawer it went.
About six years into their living arrangement, their landlord decided he was too old to deal with the upkeep of so many properties and told them he was selling. Cas had been distraught at the thought of leaving the little gray house and Dean emptied his savings to match what Cas could afford to put into a down payment. They ended up buying the house from old Mr. Turner. It was worth every penny to see the way Cas’ face lit up and doubly worth it for the tight embrace he was pulled into.
They decided to worry about which one of them would buy out the other whenever one of them met a partner to settle down with. Dean knows he’ll let Cas keep the house when the time comes because nothing matters more to him than Cas’ happiness.
Castiel’s two hives have now grown to six, and his garden is the best kept on the block with plenty of bee friendly flowering plants and shrubs. Dean never fails to smile when the big jug they use as a vase is filled with fresh cut flowers every few days from spring to early fall. Even better, they often wake up to bushels of fresh fruits and veggies left on their front porch, a ‘thank you’ from Jody and Donna, the sweet beta couple who owned the farm and sold Castiel’s honey at the farmer’s market for a perfectly fair 30% commission .
They lead a fairly simple life. Best friends with a little house outside of Lawrence, Kansas. Dean has his cafe and all Cas has to do is strip down and do God-only-knows-what for a couple hours a night, work his part time job at the planetarium a day or two a week, and tend his garden and bees. The rest of Cas’ life is downtime.
To reiterate, Dean is definitely more than a little jealous.
The one time Dean had dipped his toe into the world of being a live cam model had been exhilarating, but deep down he knows that it had everything to do with who was fucking him at the time. He can clearly remember the way he and Cas had gotten lost in each other and forgot the camera was even there. They didn’t stop to look at the chat or pander to the audience for tips, they simply listened to their bodies and had some of the hottest sex Dean has ever experienced.
It’s not like Dean hasn’t considered trying it on his own over the years. He knows what he looks like, he has a fun personality, and he has the stamina to edge for hours if needed. Not to mention, he’s an omega, and alphas spend far more on sex workers than any other secondary gender. Cas is one of the lucky alphas who makes a killing due to a loyal following.
But Dean had decided to live his dream, using his degree and a fairly sizable loan to open his successful little coffee shop, and he’d grown content with his business. Curiosity almost swayed him a few times when he’d hear Castiel taking to his audience or the gorgeous moans that would drift out of Cas’ room once the show really got going, but Dean had never quite pulled the trigger, afraid that a customer would recognize him in the cafe. Not to mention that falling into sex with Cas had been so easy. It’d hardly felt like a performance and the thought of performing in solo cam shows now was terrifying.
The problem now is that things have changed. The world has changed.
When the pandemic started, everyone thought things would be shut down for a few weeks, a month at most. It was boring and inconvenient, and toilet paper disappeared off store shelves for some reason, but ultimately everything would be ok. The government sent out stimulus checks and Dean felt comfortable with his ability to pay his bills during those first couple months. But as the spring faded into summer and Independence Day came and went without the parades and fireworks, COVID-19 cases began to spike all over the country.
His shop had been allowed, by law, to be open for takeout only, but people were afraid and business was at such a slow trickle that he’d decided it was more cost efficient to close until things got better. He’d grown tired of throwing away most of the pastry display at the end of the day and his waistline couldn't take one more danish. Now, as the store sits dark, and he continues to pay rent on the building, he’s feeling more and more desperate. He doesn’t want to lose the business he’d worked so hard for.
The laws are against Dean, and unemployment benefits aren’t something he’s eligible for since closing the cafe had been his choice. The stimulus check is long gone, and his meager savings are dwindling. Dean needs cash now. It had been Castiel who suggested camming for a while, claiming that business has done nothing but pick up for him since everyone’s stuck at home with nothing to do but eat, binge Netflix and jerk off. He’s even begun doing two shows some days because the demand is there.
Bottom line? Sex workers are making bank.
So Dean agreed to do some research and ‘think about it.’ When Cas offered to answer Dean’s questions, Dean brushed him off because talking about sex with the one person he desperately wanted to have it with was not up for discussion.
Which is why he’s currently laying on his bed, naked and sticky with drying cum, the soundtrack of his activities a large breasted omega woman moaning loudly as she bounces on a rubber knot.
Releasing a heavy sigh, Dean finally sits up and cleans himself off with some tissues and throws on pajama pants and a tee shirt. He considers spraying on blockers before joining Cas in the kitchen but after over a decade in each other’s orbits, they’re used to each other’s scents.
Not that Dean doesn't desperately wish his scent would affect Cas in some way. He’s tired of the friend zone.
When Dean pops his head around the corner, the dishes are drying in the rack, Cas having moved on from cleaning up their dinner to scooping some ice cream into a bowl.
“Hey,” Dean grumbles, reaching over Cas’ head for a second bowl.
“Hey yourself,” Cas responds with a smirk that says he knows exactly what Dean had been up to moments before. He should. The walls in their little craftsman house are thin and lingering omega arousal is permeating the air around them.
“How is that research coming? You smell… sated.” Cas says, keeping his tone light as he scoops some ice cream into Dean’s bowl. Dean just shrugs as Cas crosses to the fridge and grabs the chocolate syrup off the door, returning to squeeze some over the ice cream, just the way Dean likes it. “You know if you don’t want to do it, I can afford to cover the mortgage for a while.”
“You know I don’t want you to do that,” Dean argues around a mouthful of smooth french vanilla.
“And I don't want you to go bankrupt. Let me help, Dean.” Cas’ hand lands on Dean’s shoulder and squeezes in a way that’s meant to be reassuring, but only serves to leave Dean aching for more of Cas’ touch.
“Nah. I’m gonna do the cam thing,” Dean says firmly. “May as well while I still got it.” He wiggles his eyebrows at Cas when he sees the alpha’s eyes raking over his body as if considering whether or not Dean really does ‘still have it.’
“Indeed,” Cas finally agrees. “If you have questions…” he trails off as Dean holds up a hand to stop him.
“I’ll check out some of the male cams tonight. I got distracted again,” he admits before stuffing his mouth full again.
“Of course you did,” Cas laughs. “One piece of advice? Add your Amazon wishlist to your profile. You’d be surprised how many people don’t want tips to show up on a credit card because they have mates, but won’t hesitate to send you gifts.”
“Noted,” Dean says with a grin. And noted, it is. It’s a great idea and he always has shit he needs or… wants. His mind starts to wander to sex toys and other kinky shit when Cas speaks again.
“I’ll be on tonight,” he says.
Dean supposes it’s a warning. A little morsel of delicious information dropped in Dean’s lap to make sure he guards himself against seeing something he doesn’t want to see.
“I’ll be careful,” Dean says with a wink, even knowing that if he stumbles across Cas’ cam, he’ll be helpless against clicking on it.
Dean washes their dessert bowls and spoons when Cas heads off to his room to put on a show, then he showers quickly to get the residual spunk and slick off his skin. He puts on fresh boxer briefs and slides into bed, making himself comfortable enough to scroll through some of the male cams.
“Research,” he says to himself firmly as he flips the laptop open again.
He starts off slow, finding a solo male room that has a lot of viewers, but a host that’s not particularly attractive to Dean. The alpha has a lot of bulging muscles, and according to his tip menu he likes to flex them for people with deep pockets. Seems pretty vanilla, but who is Dean to judge. He finally clicks back out when someone tips the alpha to lick his own armpits. It’s not weird enough to turn him off, but it definitely doesn’t turn him on.
He ends up in a couple room next, a male omega and a male alpha, and they’re going at it pretty hot and heavy. Dean would normally find this kind of thing hot, but the way the men’s eyes stay trained on their screen seems far too disinterested. Even though the alpha is pounding into the bent over omega, they’re clearly far more interested in tips than each other, and that’s proven when the alpha suddenly pulls out and says, “Come on guys, tip now, or we’re stopping.”
It seemed far too sad for Dean to stick around. Who could honestly be turned on by such an impersonal display, and who would actually want to tip for that? He clicks the back button to browse further.
The next guy is more promising. A beta with a lean, tight body and a big cock fill the screen. The guy’s face is out of the frame, but his soothing voice comes over the speakers as he answers questions about his sex life and preferences. All the while, he’s stroking his cock and earning a fairly steady stream of moderately low tips. The guy mentions how much he likes edging for his audience and that’s when Dean notices the guy has been online for over two hours with a raging hard on.
“Do you want to play with my ass?” the guy asks, and Dean’s dick twitches in interest, seemingly unaware that it found release not too long ago. He supposes he misses men more than he thought he did. He watches as the guy reaches over and brings a plug into view. “Should I put this in my ass and let you fuck me?”
“Oh fuck yes,” Dean whispers to his screen as he watches the guy lube up the toy, then bend over to show his ass to the viewers as he slips it inside himself. Seconds later, tips start to ding and the guy moans as the plug vibrates in accordance. Dean quickly scrolls down to the guy’s bio in search of the toy, and looks it up on his phone. It’s not cheap, but Dean sees it as an investment . He hears the tips rolling in from people that feel like they’re controlling the beta’s pleasure and figures the toy should pay for itself fairly quickly. As he completes his purchase and scrolls back up to watch again, he wonders what kind of toys Cas has hidden away in his room. How do alpha’s entice people to tip without ass play?
That leads Dean’s mind down a very dangerous path and before he can stop himself, he’s clicking out of the room on a new mission. Sure, he could search out another alpha, but it’s in his head now. He types Cas’ username into the search bar, and suddenly there he is on Dean’s screen.
Cas is shirtless, but wearing comfortable cotton pajama pants that sit low on his sinful hips, and the lighting in the room seems to highlight every curve and dip of muscle he has on display. He’s not built like the muscle bound armpit licker, but he’s toned, tight and defined in all the right places. Cas is and always has been Dean’s idea of the ideal alpha, if he’s being honest with himself. He’s leaning back against his headboard with a cup of tea in his hands, chatting with his viewers as if it’s just an ordinary chat room, and he’s so fucking gorgeous.
Dean looks his fill, appreciating the way Cas has filled out since they were college freshmen. Sure, he sees him shirtless around the house plenty but he never feels like he has the freedom to look like he is now. Cas is broad across his chest and shoulders and has deliciously thick limbs and a flat tummy. He doesn't have a six pack, but he’s firm, tan and has just enough body hair to let you know he’s all man.
In the years following graduation, Cas got a taste for ink, and currently on display is the full galaxy/honeycomb hybrid sleeve on his right arm and the flowers that creep from low on his hip, over his ribs only to then wrap around his back and up over his shoulder on his left side. Cam money means Cas can afford the best artist in Kansas City, and the crisp lines and saturated colors look fantastic on his tan, tight skin. He once asked Cas if he would be covered in ink someday, but Cas assured him he only put things on his body that mean something to him. What a bunch of flowers mean, Dean has no idea, but they sure do look good softening the hard lines of Cas’ body.
“It was a pretty good day,” Cas says with a brilliant smile on his face that reaches his eyes, and Dean can see he truly enjoys his job. He’d kind of worried Cas would have the same dead look in his eyes that the pathetic, tip hungry couple had, but Dean’s relieved to see he doesn’t. Far from it, even. “I did some yoga this morning and worked in the garden. Then I went for a run this afternoon, took a nice, long shower and when I got done my roommate surprised me with dinner. Now I’m here with my friends, living the good life.”
is your roommate hot?
what did he make?
Waht’s his secondary?
*what’s
Dean’s fascinated. These people are just hanging out and chit chatting with Cas like they aren’t just there to get off. Dean knows better of course. He’s smelled Cas’ alpha arousal lingering like a cloud in the hallway outside the bedroom every time he’s cammed.
“My roommate is a very hot omega,” Cas says with a chuckle as he starts answering the influx of questions from his viewers. “He’ll be the first one to tell you that too because he knows exactly what he looks like. He made burgers. So if I start getting a little doughy around the middle, you’ll know who to blame.” Cas winks at the camera with a smile that has Dean’s insides all fluttery. Cas seems to know his viewers well, and the sense of laid back familiarity leaves his best friend looking totally at ease in front of the camera. No wonder he rakes it in on this site.
enough talk, whip out that fat knot, alpha
“That’s not how it works ‘hornyomegabitch.’” Cas grumbles before leaning towards his laptop to click a fews keys to ban the user. “We’re just trying to have a good time. Why do people have to ruin it?”
newbies are the worst.
get ‘em Angel!
you and the roommate ever fuck?
Dean sits up a little straighter and waits. It’s not like Cas has to keep it in the vault. They’d fucked once over a decade ago and decided, stupidly as far as Dean was concerned, that their friendship is too important to risk.
“Only once, Danny Boy,” Cas says and Dean could swear he said it wistfully. “It was a long time ago, and now we’re just very good friends.”
“Ouch,” Dean mumbles to himself.
“It takes a lot of suppressants to keep us that way,” Cas says with a chuckle. “Not sure I’d be able to keep from chasing him if he went into heat. He’s too pretty and he smells like cherries, vanilla and bourbon cooking over a flame when he’s turned on. An alpha can only stay strong for so long.”
i ship it
i’ve never seen you look like that angel
do you have feelings for him???
Dean watches Cas’ eyes flick over the screen as he reads the chat, his heart thundering in his chest. If Cas confesses anything, Dean will be out of this room like lightening. He’s been over the top, wanna jump off a cliff in love with Cas for so long, it wouldn't take much to get him to break now. Just thinking about it has his mating gland tingling and his ass leaking.
Cas smiles at his screen for a second, then sets his teacup on his bedside table and clears his throat. “On that note, I think we’ve been talking long enough tonight. My tea’s gone cold, so let’s get the show started.”
The title of the room changes to reflect Cas’ first tip goal, and Dean’s heart sinks. Moments later, the ding of incoming tips has Castiel naked and up on his knees, soft cock on display, and Dean forgets all about feelings for the time being as he watches Cas’ gorgeous hips sway, teasingly. The urge to get up, walk down the hall, and swallow that cock down hits Dean like a freight train and he groans, sliding a hand down to cup the growing bulge in his underwear.
“Fuck,” Dean breathes out as Cas drags a hand over his own flaccid length, a little alpha growl rumbling in his chest.
“Only 300 more tokens and I get to stroke it and make it nice and hard for you,” Cas purrs, nipping at his bottom lip and staring at the camera from under his lashes as he slaps his heavy cock against his palm a few times.
The tips are immediate, tallying up to hit the second goal within minutes, then Cas is on his back, propped up against a pile of pillows. “Some generous tippers tonight,” he says. “Thank you so much. Now we can really get the show started.”
The title changes in the room signaling the next goal and the amount of tips it’ll take to reach it. Dean wonders how long it’ll take.
“Fuck, yeah. Needed this so bad after scenting omega cum in my kitchen earlier.” Cas says as he wraps a big, strong hand around his cock and starts to stroke, and Dean nearly swallows his own tongue.
“Five hundred tokens until the next goal, then I’ll let you buzz my knot.” Cas reaches out to the side and brings an alpha knot vibrator into view for a few seconds before tossing it onto his bed. The wide band of the toy is meant to wrap around an alpha’s knot, stretching and applying pressure as the knot expands, and has vibrations that are controlled by tips. Dean has never seen one in action, but he’s suddenly very, very interested.
“Mmm,” Cas hums as his hand glides up and down his hardening length. “Look at that,” he says, dipping a finger into his slit before pressing fingertip to thumb and showing off his precum for the camera. “You guys have me leaking already.” He smirks at the camera before bringing his finger to his lips and licking the fluid from them as he eye fucks the 800 or so people watching.
“Jesus Christ, Cas,” Dean grumbles to himself before pushing his, now wet, boxers down and shimmying out of them.
There’s no use pretending he isn’t about to get off to his best friend. He’s too hard and slick to turn back now, and Cas is currently bucking up into his own lube-slicked fist and moaning wantonly. Dean can only be so strong. He switches to full screen view and sits back against the headboard to watch, letting his hands drift over his own, overheated skin.
Dean glances up at his own token count in the corner of the screen and wants nothing more than to get this show on the road, so he clicks the tip button, and sends 100 tokens anonymously. It’s all it takes for Cas to reach the next goal, and his hand drops away from his very hard, very red cock to get the toy ready to go.
Something seems to change on Cas’ face for a brief second, and then it’s gone just as quickly. “OK, time to get this thing on so you guys and gals can play with my cock yourselves.”
The title changes one last time announcing a lofty goal of 4000 tokens to cum. It goes quickly after that with dozens of tippers, Dean included, throwing money at Cas. The toy wrapped around his knot barely stops buzzing aside from brief respites of a few seconds at a time. He’s not allowed to catch his breath even once, and within just a few minutes, the goal is reached and he’s coming hard across his own abdomen.
Dean groans when hit own orgasm hits at sight of the first splash of cum hitting Cas’ belly, and he coats his fist and lap in his own release. The room fills quickly with the scent of sweet cherries and bourbon and he knows if he just opens his door now, his scent will mingle with Cas’ in a way their scents hadn’t mixed in well over a decade.
“Wow, guys,” Cas says from Dean’s screen. He’s still flushed and breathing hard, and he’s stunningly beautiful in his satisfaction. “I haven’t come that hard in a while. You sure know how to treat an alpha. And just a heads up for anyone new to the site, if you tip anonymously, the model can see who sent it. It’s only anonymous to the other viewers.” He winks at the camera and Dean freezes on his way to retrieve the tissues from his nightstand.
“No, no, no,” he breathes out, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest, and not from the mind-blowing orgasm he just had.
Cas knows he’s watching. He’s going to come out of his room and smell Dean. He’ll know that Dean watched him and got off to him, and how in the hell is Dean going to explain this one away?
Dean slams his laptop shut.
“Fuck!”