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Dean and Michael Winchester are identical twins. They have a younger brother named Sam that they care deeply about. They are seniors in high school and are seventeen years old. 

You can tell the difference between the two if you look closely. Dean has more freckles than Michael, a light dusting on his face and shoulders that you can only see if you get close to him. Dean has green eyes and Michael’s eyes are more blue. Their hair is always styled differently, though it is the same color, Dean keeps his hair short-cropped and sort of spiky. Michael keeps his hair a bit longer and styles it neatly with gel. 

You can also tell them apart if you don’t look closely because they are complete opposites. They dress differently, talk, walk, and carry themselves differently. Dean is always in worn-in jeans, boots, and usually a classic-rock band t-shirt. He is rarely seen without either the leather jacket his dad handed down to him or a flannel. Michael, however, is the only Winchester without an affinity for flannel and jeans. Michael dresses formally to everything. He likes nice, expensive clothing. 

If the way they look isn’t enough for you to figure out which twin you’re talking to right away, then you should figure it out the second they open their mouths. There is a large gap in intelligence between the twins, and it’s evident in their speech. Talking to Michael is like talking to a sixty-year-old English professor and talking to Dean is like talking to your average highschool jock.

Michael and Sam are similar in their high intelligence. They talk circles around Dean and their dad. Their father loves hearing his boys be intelligent. Dean, however, thinks Michael sounds precocious (a word Sam taught him). Dean thinks it's wonderful and loves to listen when Sam goes on and on about folklore and history though, because he adores his little brother. They both adore him, but Dean especially so. 

Dean and Michael are obviously the same age and live in the same school district, but they don’t go to the same school. Dean goes to a regular highschool, Lawrence High School. Michael got into a special school for gifted kids, Elysian Heights Academy.

Michael is the president of the United Nations Club, vice president of the Arabic Language Club, and treasurer for the Debate Club. Dean’s only extracurricular is football (American) and he is the captain of the team. 

Michael gets straight A’s and would have an aneurysm if he got so much as a B. Dean is a solid B and C student and is proud to get anything above a D. He knows he is different from his brother and would be disappointed if Sam started getting the grades he got, because he knows Sam can do better. 

Dean doesn’t care about school for himself. He has no need for it. He plans to go full time at his Uncle Bobby’s shop as soon as he graduates and eventually own the place. He is already working there and would drop out of school if his dad didn’t insist he finish. 

Their mother died when they were little in an accidental fire. Dean and Michael have memories of her, but Sam doesn’t. For the most part their whole life has just been their dad, them, Sammy, and their Uncle Bobby. 

Though Michael is technically the oldest, Dean was the one who stepped up to fill in the mother role throughout their childhood. Their dad was good, but he was only one man and he worked a lot to support three growing boys, so Dean took care of everyone. He nurtured Sam like he was his precious, fragile, baby bird. Michael was smart, but he took longer with life skills as most smart kids do, so Dean was there to cook him dinner and bandage his wounds. 

As they got older Michael and Dean grew apart a bit. As little infants they were attached at the hip. When Sam came along Michael momentarily disappeared from Dean’s line of sight. Being the same age, they went through everything together, but were never one of those extremely close pairs of twins. When they had a class together they treated each other like they would anyone else in the class, except they knew more about the other than any of the other kids. They helped each other on homework (a.k.a. Dean copied Michael’s homework) and talked about their classmates at home and home life at school. 

Soon the school they went to wasn’t challenging enough for Michael. Their teachers told their dad that they thought Michael needed to go to an advanced program or to skip a grade. John asked, “What about Dean?” and they told him he was just fine where he was. He probably needed a little extra help, but the teachers couldn’t bear to tell him that after suggesting his other twin was too smart for the grade.

Dean did get extra help through much of school, he wasn’t stupid, he just had a touch of dyslexia and no motivation for anything he didn’t care about. Michael was the one giving him extra help most of the time, but eventually Dean had to get a real tutor because Michael was too far ahead and didn’t know how to “dumb himself down" for Dean. 

Though the twins are very different they are similar in some things, like their sexuality. They both are attracted to almost all types of women and they have the absolute same type in men, which has caused some trouble over the years. The two have had to make many truces and treaties to prevent boyfriend problems. They have the same type physically, but not really personality wise. They are teenage boys though, so they haven’t looked at personality much in dating over the years. They’ve both mostly stuck to women because of this. If only they could find two guys that look exactly the same, they could handle having boyfriends.

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Castiel and Lucifer Novak are identical twins. They have a younger brother named Gabriel that they deeply care about. They are seniors in high school and are seventeen years old. 

You can tell the difference between the two if you look closely. Castiel has very dark brown hair, almost black and Lucifer has very light brown hair, almost blonde. Their eyes are both blue, but Lucifer’s are darker than Castiel’s. Castiel has a more vivid blue. They style their hair differently too. Castiel has what many have described as ‘permanent sex hair’. It’s always messy, but in a way that looks good. Lucifer’s hair could just as much be described as sex hair, but it’s more spiky whereas Castiel’s hair is more fluffy.

You can also tell them apart if you don’t look closely because they are complete opposites. They dress differently, talk, walk, and carry themselves differently. Castiel dresses more formally, but isn’t necessarily neat about it. He always looks at least a little disheveled. He has a habit of accidentally wearing his ties backwards. He has a trench coat he wears over every outfit. He favors nice sweaters and sweater vests and dress pants. Lucifer dresses very average. He may be seen wearing his football jersey or varsity jacket, but is usually in plain solids, jeans and shirts. 

If the way they look isn’t enough for you to figure out which twin you’re talking to right away, then you should figure it out the second they open their mouths. There is a large difference in personality between the twins, and it’s evident in their speech. They are both smart and you can tell that by really talking to either of them. Casually talking to Lucifer, you may not know he is intelligent because he is immature, but if you talk to him long enough you will start to wonder if you’re talking to a genius or a sociopath. Castiel talks like if autism was a person. I don’t think I need to explain that.

Lucifer and Gabriel are very similar in their senses of humor and affinity for pranking. Their jokes and Lucifer’s witticisms constantly go over Castiel’s head. Their father doesn’t listen to any of them much. Castiel may not always get what's going on with his brothers but he always enjoys listening to them joke and laugh. They especially enjoy Gabriel’s laugh. Gabriel is extremely lovable and the twins would both do anything for him, even the stubborn and careless Lucifer.

Castiel and Lucifer are obviously the same age and live in the same school district, but they don’t go to the same school. Lucifer goes to a regular highschool, Lawrence High School. Castiel got into a special school for gifted kids, Elysian Heights Academy.

Castiel is editor of his school’s newspaper, president of Mathletes, and plays in an after-school Dungeons and Dragons club with his best friend Charlie. Lucifer’s only extracurricular is football and he is the tight end.

Castiel gets straight A’s and would break out in tears if he got so much as a B. Lucifer gets B’s and A’s. He only gets less than an A for not caring or trying because all the schoolwork comes easy to him. Gabriel isn’t as academically intelligent as his older brothers and is a C average student, but the family is proud of him just for days at school he doesn’t get sent to detention.

Lucifer doesn’t care about school, but wants good money some day so he’s still trying and going. Castiel cares a lot about school and wants to do something to help people with all his knowledge one day.

Their mom left when Gabriel was two and the twins were six. She was always distant and if she wasn’t she was mean so Castiel and Lucifer are glad she’s gone and tell Gabriel they are better off without her.

 He wishes they had a mother though because their father is distant. He’s an obsessive writer with an alcohol problem. The three boys have kind of always just taken care of their individual selves. Their father, Chuck, always made sure they were fed and physically taken care of, so none of the boys stepped into any caretaker position.

As they grew older Castiel and Lucifer grew apart a bit. As little infants they were attached at the hip. When Gabriel came along they all became more equally close. They were so different that even being in classes together, they made different friends, played different games. They played together at home, but it usually ended in Castiel screaming and crying and Lucifer sitting on top of him. People their age would always tell them that if they weren’t identical they would never believe they were brothers.

In school both Lucifer and Gabriel would cause Chuck to be called in for conferences, meetings with the principals, or suspensions. When Chuck would ask about Castiel the teachers would always say he was “a pleasure to have in class”. They would occasionally express concern that Castiel didn’t have enough friends, which was never a problem with Lucifer or Gabriel.

Though the twins are very different they are similar in some things, like their sexuality. They are both fully gay and have the exact same type in men physically. It’s never caused them trouble though because usually Lucifer dates them or fucks and dumps them and Castiel has never had a boyfriend.

Castiel wishes he could have an identical copy of any of the cute boys Lucifer dates though. Preferably with a better personality than anyone willing to fuck around with Lucifer.

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Castiel is very excited, but very nervous to go to his new school. He was fortunate enough to get into Elysian Heights Academy for his last year of highschool. He had tried once before, but he had to improve his transcript a little bit more to get a scholarship and couldn’t afford it without one. He spent his previous school year making sure to get perfect grades and rack up extracurriculars. 

He also had to save up some money over the summer to help his father pay for his tuition there. It was very important to him that he go to the best school he can. He ran out of A.P. classes to take at his highschool and was practically a grade ahead of himself. He wasn’t ready to go off to college at seventeen though, so he needed a better highschool.

In class he’s very quiet and polite, only speaking when spoken to and constantly making himself look smaller. He wishes he could have Charlie here too, but despite her intelligence, she was happy to remain at Lawrence High. According to her she “doesn’t have time for advanced classes when she’s so busy hacking websites and DMing Dungeons and Dragons”.

 He does notice a guy in some of his classes who is far more confident and comfortable than him. His name is Michael and he is the first one to answer any question the teacher has correctly, speaks eloquently, and makes Castiel very nervous. That nervousness only partly comes from him perceiving Michael as being better than him and mostly from how ridiculously attractive he is. Michael has gorgeous blue-almost-green eyes, lips that look made for kissing, and an unreasonably good body. His muscles can be made out through his suit jackets, whereas Castiel’s body is a mystery in his trenchcoat, but visibly lean with it off.

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Michael has been going to Elysian Heights Academy since his Sophomore year and is well accustomed and established to the place. He has plenty of friends and is very popular and well-respected. Starting out his Senior year, he expects another year of focusing on school and working hard, with the occasional rough hookup or fuck buddy to keep him destressed. 

Immediately upon starting the new year, he is settling into his classes perfectly and his extracurriculars have started up smoothly. He kept up with his Arabic over the summer and is in the most advanced class the school offers for it, and has been elected vice president of the Arabic Language Club for this year. Between that and being president of the United Nations and his work for the debate club, Michael doesn’t have time for much this year. 

When he sees a new boy in his classes he realizes he’s going to have to make some time. There’s the most adorable, destroyable twink nearly matching Michael’s intellect in his classes. If the guy was more outspoken and confident Michael would see him as competition and a threat, but he seems more like a good peer. 

It’s not just his good looks attracting Michael to the boy, whose name he learned is Castiel, a beautiful name he thinks. Though he is absolutely beautiful with bright and vivid blue eyes, dark brown hair and pale, smooth skin that he expects tans beautifully in the summer. Castiel reminds him of Snow White, but if she was a prince. He has a twinkish, but fit body that Michael wants to see uncovered so badly and a gorgeous face with a sharp jawline. Not to mention the sex hair.

It’s Castiel’s demeanor that is pulling Michael in. Michael likes to be very dominant. Castiel is quiet, sweet, small, and innocent enough that Michael suspects he could be a virgin. He’s smart enough to make good company, but not smarter than Michael. No one can be smarter than Michael and be on his good side. He has a bit of an ego problem.

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After a few weeks of classes and casual, class related communication between Michael and Castiel, Michael decides it’s time to make a move. Castiel seems nervous speaking to Michael and he catches him ogling him often, when he looks back at Castiel with a smirk, the boy blushes a new shade of red. This makes Michael confident he may have a chance with Castiel. He knows he’s attractive and believes he’s likable, so his only barrier when it comes to other guys is making sure they like guys too. There’s no way in this world Castiel isn’t attracted to men.

After class on Friday, Michael catches Castiel while he is packing up his bookbag. The boy seems a bit shocked and nervous that Michael is speaking directly to him. 

“Hey, Castiel right?” Michael asks, towering over Castiel in front of his desk.

“Uh, yeah,” Castiel squeaks out, swallowing hard and looking up to Michael with a blush. 

“Winchester, Michael Winchester,” Michael holds his hand out for Castiel to shake. Castiel shifts his books so he can shake Michaels hand. His hand is rougher than he expected for an intellectual, like he does manual labor after school, and his grip is firm enough to make Castiel feel weak in the knees.

“Yeah, I uh- know,” Castiel says awkwardly, wondering why the hell Boy Perfect is talking to quiet Mr. Castiel right now.

“Well, Castiel-” Michael starts.

“You can call me Cas! If you’d like,” Castiel interrupts. 

“I would like that. That's quite cute,” Michael says, making Castiel blush furiously.

“It’s just uh, all my friends call me that and my family. Not that I’m saying we’re friends! Oh, but I’m not saying we’re not or that I don’t want to be..” Castiel rambles nervously.

“Hey, Cas. It’s okay. I know what you mean,” Michael chuckles softly. Castiel shivers pleasantly at Michael calling him by that name. “Anyways, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Of course. You can ask me anything!” Cas says, his heart rate going up and feeling himself start to sweat. 

“Well, I’ve been looking for a good study partner as of late. Having someone to do your schoolwork beside can help motivate you and you can support each other if help or advice is needed,” Michael says. He leans down to Castiel and starts speaking quieter, “and between you and me, my current friends are all either not as…academically gifted as me and can’t give me any help on the rare occasion I need it, or they are too distracting and loud to get any work done with.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. So do you need help finding a new study partner? I don’t know if I know anyone that fits that criteria. I’m still pretty new here,” Castiel says.

Michael laughs softly, throwing his head back. His laugh makes Castiel warm and fuzzy inside. “No Cas, I was hoping you would be my new study partner.”

“Oh, yeah of course. But why me?” Castiel asks, tilting his head to the side and squinting a bit. This gesture makes Michael more confident that he needs to get this boy alone in a room ASAP. 

“Well, I can tell from being in class with you that you’re very intelligent, Castiel. I’m always impressed with the answers you give our teachers and I’ve spotted a few of your tests getting handed back and you always have 100%. You’re also nice and quiet, not a loudmouth like so many of the other people here.” Michael says.

“Oh, wow thank you. I feel like you’re way more intelligent than me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to help you with school as much as you’ll be helping me,” Castiel says with a nervous chuckle. 

Damn he looks beautiful when he laughs Michael thinks. “Don’t underestimate yourself Castiel. How about we just try it out a few times and see if it works. Can you meet at the library tomorrow?” Michael says.

“Tomorrow? Yeah of course. The Lawrence Public Library?” Castiel asks.

“Yep, it’s a date,” Michael winks at him, jotting down his number on a piece of paper, ripping it out of his notebook and giving it to Castiel. “Text me.” Michael walks out of the classroom, leaving Castiel alone in there, too stunned to move. 

“A date?” he mutters under his breath.

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Dean has never been a fan of school, because no matter what class he’s in he feels like he’s not good at anything. There is one thing at school he’s really good at though, and that’s sports, specifically football. After playing junior varsity his first two years of highschool and being the varsity quarterback last year, he’s finally been elected team captain. It’s the beginning of the school year so he gets to lead tryouts, hopefully moving some JV students up to varsity.

All Dean’s friends are from the football team or he met through them. The cheerleaders love him and the bi-curious jocks love him even more. It’s well known in the school that Dean is easy, but nobody really talks about him in a negative way, because despite his easiness, he isn’t a heartbreaker. Sure he can be an asshole when he’s with his friends, but anyone he hooks up with gets premium treatment. No leading them on and making them think it’ll be anything more, he’s clear with his intentions. He’s also extremely considerate, never touching without asking and providing the sweetest aftercare even to people he has no attachment to. Sometimes people get disappointed with his gentleness, because his popular jock persona led them to believe they would get the rough, dirty, no-strings-attached sex they’re craving.

It’s pretty simple though, Dean just thinks of his brothers (not like that). He thinks of how shitty he’s seen Michael treat his hookups and relationships and the shockingly high number of times a girl (or boy) has slapped him or spilled a drink on him thinking he was Michael. He also thinks of Sam, he’s known the boy was gonna be gay from the time he was old enough to play with Barbies. He just thinks, “would I want some guy treating my little brother like this?” If the answer is no, he fixes himself. If the answer is yes, he carries on. He has high standards for Sam, so he has high standards for himself. 

Anyways, Dean is excited to run tryouts this afternoon because he gets to pick the team for his senior year. He has no expectations to go to college, but if he ever did go, it’d be off of football talent alone he gets accepted. Having a dream team may just attract some scouts this year. Though he only really wants to go to a vocational school to become a mechanic. He already knows everything he needs to know because Bobby and his dad taught him, but if he wants to own Bobby’s shop one day he’s going to need some kind of certificate. Maybe he can do a few years of business school, anything he can do to help the shop. 

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Lucifer doesn’t care much about school, but he gets very good grades in any class he does the work in. He joined the JV football team his sophomore year to get some energy out. School bores him to death and an excuse to run around and tackle things on campus is wonderful. Not to mention the eye candy on the football team. The JV team is a bit too young to be eye candy anymore though and he’s ready to move up to varsity. He also feels a bit guilty about how much taller he got than the sophomores and even some of the juniors on the team over the summer and wouldn’t feel right about tackling them. 

His coach told him to try out for the varsity team this year and he’s excited to join the big leagues. He didn’t make varsity last year because he was a good foot shorter than the rest of the team and they probably would’ve broken his everything. The Novaks are late bloomers and he and Castiel were about 5 '4 at the beginning of last school year and are both close to six feet now. Though he is a little bit taller than Castiel which he constantly gloats about. Gabriel on the other hand is a 5’0 freshman and Lucifer doesn’t think he’ll ever be tall. It would offset the balance of the universe if someone with so much chaos in them was tall enough to cause any real damage. It would get rid of Gabriel’s impish qualities too. 

Lucifer shows up to the football field after school is over and sees the varsity team and the coach helping JV students practice. Lucifer heads to the table they’ve put out and puts his information on the sign-up sheet. He looks up to see a guy in a varsity uniform sitting behind the table and smiling at him. “Thank you for coming. You can warm up over there,” he says, and Lucifer can tell he’s been saying that to everyone who shows up because it sounds rehearsed.

Lucifer nods back and says, “thanks.” He sets his bookbag down by the bleachers and takes out his water bottle. He starts stretching out on the field with some of his friends from last year. He keeps looking over at the guy at the table though. He greets everyone who shows up and comes off as genuinely friendly. Now that everyone’s here, the guy is clearly watching everyone closely. He seems to be watching Lucifer a bit more closely than everyone else. The cocky side of him thinks he’s noticing his clear athletic prowess, and the other cocky side of him thinks he’s being checked out. 

The coach blows a whistle and calls for everyone to line up. He lists off names and everyone responds to show they are present. When he gets to Lucifer he says, “Novak, glad you’re here.” Lucifer beams inside and gets nervous when that statement brings the table guy's eyes onto him. His deliciously gorgeous, candy-apple green eyes. Focus Lucifer. 

“Okay welcome to varsity tryouts. This year tryouts will be run by me and the new team captain, Dean Winchester,” the coach says. The varsity members let out a bunch of whoops and cheers at the mention of Dean being the new captain. So Dean’s his name. It fits his pretty boy look.

The varsity team leaves except for Dean and the coach has the guys trying out run drills. Dean goes around giving the guys pointers and encouragement. He doesn’t give Lucifer anything but encouragement, so he assumes he’s doing good. There is a point where all the guys talk to Dean and the coach alone about the positions they’ve played.

Lucifer explains that he has played several positions over the last few years including, catching, throwing, and blocking focused positions. “If you’re that versatile on the field, we have no tight end. How would you feel about playing that?” Dean asks.

“I’d be up for that. Don’t like being locked into one thing on the field, would give me a lot more freedom,” Lucifer says.

“A tight end has to know their quarterback well, so you’d be working with Dean here a lot,” the coach says.

Lucifer smirks, “That doesn’t sound too bad.” He notices a light blush on Dean’s cheeks that quickly fades away.

“Well I’m not going to pretend you haven’t already made varsity. We will need to work together a bit on our own before the first game so we can play well as a team. We need to be able to know what the other is thinking alright? Can you be here again this time tomorrow?” Dean says.

Lucifer smiles, “I made varsity and I’m getting asked out all at once. My lucky day.”

“Novak!” the coach admonishes in a voice that Dean can tell means he’s used to that behavior from him.

Dean is frozen for a second with a blush on his face. He shakes it off and writes down his number on a piece of paper, handing it to Lucifer. “Just… message me tonight,” Dean says quietly, then yells “Next!”

 Lucifer grabs his bag and leaves with a smirk on his face. When he gets to his car he unfolds the piece of paper with Dean’s number on it to put it in his phone. He sees more than a number on the page though. Above Dean’s number it says, “ It can be a date if you want it to be ;) -Dean.” 

“Oh, I’m so getting railed in the locker room this year,” Lucifer says to himself before driving off.

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“He said ‘it’s a date’ and winked at me! He winked at me Charlie!” Castiel paces his bedroom, Charlie sitting on his bed with a mix of homework and DMing paper spread around her. It’s a few hours after school ended.

“It’s a common expression Cas,” she says, trying to calm him down.

“Charlie you should be freaking out! It’s Michael fucking Winchester! The perfect boy I’ve been telling you about since the first week of school and I’m going to be studying alone with him,” Castiel says, continuing to pace.

“You won’t be alone, you’ll be in a library. Plus you told me how smart he is. Maybe he’ll be good for you. You’ve been studying with me for years but we haven’t been on the same level since elementary school so you only ever help me and I have no idea how to help you,” Charlie tries to calm him down.

Cas plops down on his bed. “Him being good for me is impossible. How will I be able to focus on schoolwork with Mr. Walking Sex sitting a foot away from me? And you totally help me all the time Charlie and I’m always happy to help you.”

“Yeah? When's the last time I helped you with something school related?” Charlie says with condescension. 

Castiel thinks on it for a bit, “Last week I needed help picking a title for my essay, so I told you the ideas I had for it and you told me your favorite.”

“And did you use the one I picked?” Charlie says, knowing clear on her face.

“Well…no, but it still helped,” Castiel insists. 

~

Charlie slept over the night while helping him formulate the perfect texts to Michael and desperately trying to calm him down. Michael agreed to meet him at the library at noon. 

“He said he liked that I was quiet. What if I get stuck in my rambling and he doesn’t like me anymore?” Cas worries.

“That won’t happen. I may be a lez but even I think you’re adorable when you ramble nervously,” Charlie says, hitting him on the shoulder playfully. 

“Gross, and I’m not adorable,” Cas pouts stubbornly.

“You have a bumblebee collection and you wear your tie backwards half the time. Don’t even argue with me about this,” Charlie says.

“Argue about what?” Lucifer says, peeking his head in the door.

“How adorable he is,” Charlie laughs.

Lucifer smirks dangerously, seeing the opportunity to tease his brother. “Oh he’s buckets of cute.”

“Hey, cute is not on the table,” Castiel says. “What do you want, Lucifer? Get out of my room.”

“Just wanted to borrow one of your shirts for my date tomorrow. He’s taking me on a coffee date and I feel like I don’t have anything formal enough for the place we’re going,” Lucifer flops on the bed, getting a “Hey!” from Charlie when her dice fly up in the air. “I looked it up and it’s like…nice. Guys don’t take me to nice places. They take me to dark alleys and shady motel rooms.”

“Lucifer… I’m going to ask you this and I’m being completely serious,” Castiel starts. Lucifer looks up at him with curiosity. “Are you a prostitute?”

Lucifer throws a pillow at Cas as he and Charlie laugh. “Fuck off. You wish I was a prostitute then at least your dumb, stupid face would be getting some action.” Lucifer crosses his arms stubbornly.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” Cas says. “You can borrow anything you want, but you have to tell me about this guy, because as far as I know you don’t go on dates with just anyone.”

“Captain of the football team. Face and body like a model, and frustratingly charming. You’re right that I don’t just go out on dates with just anyone, but I’d go full domestic housewife to get railed by this dreamboat.”

“Ugh gross, pick out a shirt then leave,” Castiel says, making a disgusted face at his twin. Lucifer laughs, satisfied in making Cas uncomfortable. He starts sifting through button-ups in Cas’s closet.

“You know Cas is going on a date tomorrow too,” Charlie says, mischievously.

“Charlie!” Cas yells out frustratedly, “It’s not a date.”

Lucifer sits back on the bed, with a blue button-up in hand. “Ooh Cassie’s gonna get some,” Lucifer teases.

“Don’t call me that,” Castiel groans.

“Twin privileges. I call you whatever I want,” Lucifer says. “Who’s the guy?”

“How do you know it’s a guy?” Castiel says defensively. Charlie and Lucifer look at each other and burst out laughing. “Okay, fine, fine. I get it.”

“He’s from Cas’s school and apparently he’s perfect or so Cas has been telling me for weeks,” Charlie says.

“Oh damn Cassie isn’t gonna get some. Everyone at that nerd school is a virgin,” Lucifer stands up, ruffling Castiel’s hair before he heads to the door. 

“Get out Lucifer,” Castiel says.

“I’m leaving.”

“And don’t ruin my shirt!” Castiel yells down the hall.

“No promises!”

~

“What do I wear?” Cas says, sounding horrified. “I’ve never been on a study date before, or any date.”

“Calm down, Auntie Charlie knows just what to do,” she heads over to Castiel’s closet. “It’s a library date, so I’m thinking something soft and cute. Light academia, you look good in light academia.”

“What is light academia?” Castiel questions.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m dressing you.” Castiel is a bit nervous for what she’ll pick out but more relieved at not having to do it himself.

She picks out a nice sweater, khakis, and his classic black converse. “Okay you look so good I wish I was the one going on a date with you.” 

“One, it’s not a date, and two, if you love me just say so,” Castiel says sarcastically, sounding more like his brother than himself.

“Stop using your Lucifer voice. It creeps me out. I want robot Cas,” Charlie says.

“I don’t sound like a robot,” Castiel insists.

“Of course you don’t,” Charlie sneers.

~

Charlie has to hype him up to get him to leave the house, he’s so nervous. He starts up his car, the ‘Pimp-mobile’ as Lucifer and Gabriel call it, and heads to the library for his study-date with Michael.

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Lucifer refuses to look desperate, so he doesn’t text Dean until the next morning.

-Hey, this is Lucifer

Unknown number- Hey Lucifer, I was beginning to worry you weren’t going to text me haha

-Busy night. I can meet you today, but the football field doesn’t seem like a great place for a date

Lucifer saves Dean as a contact in his phone.

Dean- So you’re up for the date?

-Sure. Let’s go out for lunch today and talk about where we’ll go

-Sounds good. Meet me by the black Impala ‘67 during lunch period

Lucifer is satisfied that he didn’t sound as interested as he is. Seniors can leave school grounds for lunch since many of them have free periods anyways. 

~

Lucifer wolf whistles, “that’s a damn sweet car.” He approaches Dean who is leaning on his car in the parking lot. 

Dean flushes with pride, “This is my Baby.” 

“I don’t know how I feel about going out with a guy with kids. I’m only 17,” Lucifer jokes.

Dean smiles, “Don’t worry. Stick around with me for long enough and you’ll learn how to take care of her.” He goes to the passenger side and opens the door for Lucifer. Lucifer gets in and closes the door gently, afraid that if he accidentally slams it the date will be over. He’s gone out with car guys before and he knows that’s a one way ticket to a bad night. 

“You good with cars then?” he asks once Dean gets in the car.

“Yeah, my old man taught me. I work at my uncle’s car shop,” Dean says, putting a Led Zeppelin cassette in the stereo. 

“Is being a mechanic the goal then? After this year?” Lucifer asks as Dean pulls out.

“Yeah, hoping to own the shop once Uncle Bobby retires. You have plans for next year?” Dean asks, briefly looking at Lucifer so he can make it clear he’s interested while still keeping his eyes on the road.

“That’s a good goal. Nah, I don’t have any plans. Maybe college, but there’s nothing I’d wanna study,” Lucifer says.

“That’s normal. We don’t have to have it all figured out yet. Way you play football though, you’d probably get some scholarships,” Dean compliments.

“You too Mr. Team Captain,” Lucifer retorts.

Dean chuckles. “College ain’t for me. That’s my brother's job.” They pull into the McDonalds down the street from the school. It’s a short drive. “Here, fine?” Lucifer nods in response. “Stay there,” Dean says, getting out and going around to open Lucifer’s door.

“A gentleman,” Lucifer smiles, stepping out. “You do know I’m not a chick though right?” Dean blushes.

“Sorry,” he says embarrassedly.

“Don’t be,” Lucifer says. He opens the door into the restaurant. “Just let me hold this door for you.”

“Is it crazy that I feel horrible for not being the one to hold the door open?” Dean says half-joking.

Lucifer smiles and shakes his head. They order and Dean insists on paying even though in reality, he doesn’t have much money.

They sit down, Dean with his double bacon cheeseburger and Lucifer with the Bottom-Special, a salad and fries. 

“You said you have brothers?” Lucifer asks, watching Dean enthusiastically consume his burger.

“Yuh, two,” Dean says with a full mouth.

“Me too,” Lucifer says. 

“My little brother, Sammy, man he’s something special. Just got into some honors program at his middle school. He’ll be in High School next year and he’s gonna do so great,” Dean rambles with pride evident on him.

“You really love your little brother,” Lucifer states with a smile.

“My favorite person,” Dean says affirmatively. “What about you?”

“Yeah my little brother’s my favorite person. He’s like a better version of me. He’s damn funny. Never met anyone so funny,” Lucifer says.

They continue through lunch telling each other about themselves, laughing and joking, and learning things they have in common. By the time they’re done eating they realize it’s already halfway through the next period.

“Damn, I was having so much fun, I didn’t realize the time,” Dean says.

“It’s Friday anyways. Let’s just skip out the rest of the day,” Lucifer suggests.

“Fuck if Sam knew he’d kill me,” Dean says under his breath. “Sure, let's get outta here. But I gotta pick my brother up at 4 from school.”

“Then let’s hang out till then,” Lucifer says. “Wanna drive somewhere? We got that sweet ride and nice weather.” He raises his eyebrows suggestively.

“I know just the place,” Dean smiles. 

~

Dean takes them to a clearing not too far from the school so he has time to drop Lucifer off at his car and pick Sam up. He grabs a blanket and a cooler out of his trunk. He lays the blanket on the ground and turns off the Impala, but keeps a door open and the stereo playing music. 

“What’s in the cooler?” Lucifer asks, sitting on the blanket comfortably. Dean smirks and pulls out a six-pack, cracking one open for himself and handing Lucifer a can.

“Fuck yeah,” Lucifer says, taking a gulp. “Nice out here.”

“Yeah it is. I took Sammy out here this Summer and we let off a bunch of fireworks,” Dean says fondly. 

“Eh, my little brother doesn’t bother to go out to the woods to set off fireworks. Had to get a new garage door two summers back,” Lucifer says. Dean laughs at that.

“Keep your brother away from mine then. We don’t have money for a new anything,” Dean jokes.

Lucifer laughs, “I don’t think that’d be a worry. They sound pretty different.” 

They retreat to the air conditioning of the car when it gets too hot on the picnic blanket. “Listen to this verse. Plant’s voice, I mean it’s got to be the sexiest voice in rock and roll,” Dean rambles about the Led Zeppelin playing.

Lucifer watches him in admiration. Fuck he’s hot. He’s totally flirting with me right? Of course he is. Lucifer takes his hand to the left side of Dean’s face so he can turn him to look at him. Dean stops talking and his breath hitches. Their eyes lock.

“You gonna kiss me or not Dean?” Lucifer flirts. Dean leans in and kisses him gently. Lucifer knew his lips looked soft, but wow. Lucifer tries to deepen the kiss right away and Dean lets him in, but quickly establishes dominance over Lucifer’s mouth. 

Lucifer moves across the bench seat and straddles Dean’s lap. Dean buries one hand in Lucifer’s hair and puts another on his waist. Lucifer has a hand in Dean’s hair, but moves his right down to Dean’s thigh, moving up.

Dean pulls back and Lucifer tries to chase his lips, but a firm hand on his chest prevents him. “Hey,” Dean whispers, running his fingers soothingly through Lucifer’s hair. “Not yet.”

“Why not?” Lucifer says, disappointed and now worried that there’s something wrong. 

Dean laughs softly, “I’d love to, but we haven’t even gone on our date yet.” 

“Trying to take it slow with me Winchester?” Lucifer questions.

“If it matters then I don’t wanna mess it up,” Dean says quietly, rubbing his hand over Lucifer’s hip soothingly.

“And this matters?” Lucifer says, his heart twisting up in his chest and he doesn’t know why.

“Yeah Lucifer, I think so,” Dean says.

“You can call me Luci. You’ve had your tongue in my mouth. I think you’ve earned the privilege,” Lucifer says.

Dean laughs good-naturedly, “Well then, Luci, yeah I think this one matters. How about we go on our date tomorrow. Maybe after that I’ll let you put your hand wherever you were planning.”

“If you knew where I was planning on taking it, you wouldn’t say that,” Lucifer jokes. Dean laughs. 

Chapter Text

Michael was already at the library when Castiel arrived right at noon. He had really gotten there about ten minutes early, but spent that time sitting in his car trying to calm down and hype himself up. He was staring in his car mirror unsuccessfully trying to tame his perpetual sex hair and making sure his nervousness wasn’t visible through his sweater’s armpits or his scent. 

Castiel checks his phone again to see where Michael told him he was sitting and heads to a far corner in the back of the library. The seclusion of the spot makes him more and more nervous as he reaches it. His body can’t make a sound no matter how hard he tries when he finally sees Michael so he just waits for the other boy to notice him. 

“Castiel!” Michael says with excitement upon seeing him and waves him over. Castiel was going to sit across from him, but Michael stands up and pulls out the chair right next to him, telling him to sit. He sets his bag down on the table and quickly assesses how very close he is to Michael. He’s starting to regret his decision to come here as anxiety courses through his veins.

“Hi-hey Michael. I uh- I told you that you can call me Cas,” he says, voice shaky and quiet. Michael can practically taste his anxiety and his sadistic side can’t help but perk up. 

“I think I prefer Castiel. It’s just such a beautiful name,” Michael responds.

“Oh uh thank you. I- I guess you can call me that,” Castiel says. “Should we um- should we get started on homework?” Castiel struggles to speak under Michael’s intense gaze.

“Yeah, I was just working on our assignment for Mythology & World Religion,” Michael says. Their school has more advanced classes with more options and that is the history class they both share.

Castiel pulls out his notebook and folder for that class which are both covered in a bumblebee print. “Right we have to pick a Greek god to write an essay on right?” 

“Bumblebees?” Michael asks, pointing to his school supplies.

“Oh yeah, I’ve sort of got a collection, at home,” Castiel says meekly.

“Of bees?” Michael asks.

“Mostly, but also other insects. I mean I love all insects, probably more than people, but bumblebees have to be my favorite,” Castiel says. He blushes realizing he was rambling a bit. “Sorry,” he says under his breath.

“Sorry for what? That’s adorable,” Michael says.

Castiel blushes furiously, then laughs softly, “That’s exactly what my best friend said about it yesterday.”

Michael realizes Castiel having a best friend who calls him adorable may be a threat to him so he decides to investigate. “Who’s your best friend? Does he go to our school?”

“Oh uh, she doesn’t. She totally could though, she’s so smart. Her name is Charlie,” Castiel says. He curses himself for using too many words again. He wants Michael to think he’s always as quiet and soft spoken as he is at school. I mean he’s always soft spoken, but he can talk a lot.

Michael is far less worried about his best friend being a girl because Castiel is so clearly gay and straight girls love a gay best friend and would definitely call Castiel adorable. 

Michael pulls out two books from his bag. “I brought some books to help in case you haven’t chosen a god or goddess yet. I’ve already chosen Hades as mine, but I have this book on Aphrodite and I thought that would be perfect for you.”

Castiel blushes, wondering if Michael is calling him the goddess of beauty or just saying he thinks he might like to write about the goddess of beauty. He takes both books and looks at them. “These both say ‘Sam Winchester’ in the front page,” Castiel observes.

“Yeah that’s my little brother. He’s obsessed with Mythology and Folklore. That’s why I chose this class. I knew we’d have enough books in the house that I wouldn't have to check a single one out for it the whole year. I can check more out for my other classes that way,” Michael says.

“Does Sam go to our school? He must be really smart,” Castiel asks.

“No. He is smart, but he’s only 13 until May 2nd so it’ll be a year or two until he’s old enough to go. I’m sure the second he’s old enough he’ll get accepted though,” Michael says. Castiel can read pride on him in a way he’s never seen before. It’s clear he really loves his little brother. 

“That’s awesome. I don’t really have anyone in my family with the same interests as me. I mean my brothers are smart, at least one of them is, but they don’t really put it toward the right things,” Castiel says.

“That’s a shame. You see that’s what I like about you Castiel; you’re ambitious. You found yourself surrounded by people who wouldn’t try hard enough and you pulled yourself out of it,” Michael says.

“Well I wouldn’t say tha-” Castiel starts to defend his family.

“You’ve probably been the smartest person in the room your whole life,” Michael says. Castiel blushes, sputtering a bit to try and contest that. “Well you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’m gonna help you make some friends who will put you ahead instead of behind. Stick with me Castiel.”

“Thank you Michael,” Castiel says, vaguely recognizing how similar that speech was to Draco Malfoy’s introduction in Sorcerer’s Stone, but not caring because the lips the words came out of are so mesmerizing.

They start working on their papers, Castiel accepts his assigned goddess without question, though he was originally going to do his paper on Persephone. Ironic considering Michael chose Hades. 

They work on other assignments and homework for the week. Castiel is embarrassed that Michael doesn’t ask him for help even once, but he had to gather the courage to ask Michael several times. Little does he know Michael is quite on par with him, he just refuses to ask Castiel for help because he wants to assert to Castiel that he is smarter than him. 

Everytime there is a choice for Castiel to make with schoolwork Michael makes it for him. Castiel sees it as Michael helping him and telling him the best option, but Michael is just enjoying seeing Castiel obey him. Mostly though, Michael doesn’t want Castiel picking any of the same topics as him for fear that the boy may do better than him. 

This study date thing was a great idea for Michael because not only is getting closer to Castiel each minute (physically and mentally), he’s helping himself to eliminate an academic rival, by keeping him incomparable.

Castiel does notice how close Michael has gotten to him when he feels a hot breath on the shell of his ear when Michael leans over to look at his paper. Castiel shudders, heat coursing through his body. 

“You have beautiful handwriting,” Michael says, voice deep enough to hit Castiel in the gut. “Pretty. Like a girl’s. But I suppose a lot of you is pretty like a girl.”

“Michael-” Castiel says quietly because his throat muscles are all locked up. 

“Do you have a boyfriend Castiel?” Michael asks, pushing a strand of hair behind Castiel’s ear. 

Castiel’s body locks up further in nervousness, “No, I don’t.”

“Have you ever had one?” Michael asks.

“No,” Castiel says, taking a deep gasping breath.

“Have you ever kissed anyone Castiel?” Michael asks.

Castiel swallows nervously. He attempts to get the word ‘no’ out but can only shake his head. Michael moves his hand to Castiel’s jaw, cupping the side of his face. There’s no one around and it’s dead quiet in the library. “Would you like to?” Castiel nods desperately.

Michael leans into the wide-eyed boy and presses his lips against his softly at first. Michael’s lips are even softer than Castiel had dreamed. Castiel lets out a little whimper and closes his eyes. Michael, egged on by the noise Castiel made, kisses him more fiercely. He continues kissing the inexperienced boy until Castiel pulls away with a whine when he bites his bottom lip. 

Michael is smirking devilishly when Castiel opens his eyes. Castiel doesn’t know what expression is on his face, but he does know his face is red. “I uh- I think you bit me,” Castiel says, merely a whisper.

“Did I?” Michael says, knowing full well he had and he loved it. “Sorry doll, I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Why did you…wanna kiss me?” Castiel asks unsurely.

“Because I like you of course, and you're damn gorgeous. Why does someone usually want to kiss someone?” Michael teases.

“Oh, thank you. I like you too Michael, a lot,” Castiel says, sounding so meek Michael thinks he might die.

“Well that sounds like good news for me then,” Michael smiles.

Castiel blushes. “So what then?”

“So then I guess you have yourself your first ever boyfriend. If you’ll have me,” Michael says.

Castiel’s eyes widen and heart starts pounding. He can’t believe what he’s hearing. It makes no sense, but he knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. “I’ll definitely have you.”

“Good,” Michael smiles. “Look Castiel, I have to go, but I’ll see you at school Monday. Text me and maybe I can pick you up.”

“I will. I’d like that,” Castiel says, smiling so big he thinks his face might break. First boyfriend. His first ever boyfriend.

 He watches Michael pack his stuff up in awe before he gathers the sanity to pack his stuff up and go out to his car. As soon as he gets in the pimp mobile he calls Charlie. “Charlie, you'll never believe what just happened to me.” Her scream after hearing the news was loud enough to hear outside the car even though Castiel’s phone isn’t on speaker.

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Dean feels kind of bad that the first place he took Lucifer out to was a McDonald’s even though it wasn’t an official date and he did pay. He even took him to that cute little picnic spot, but he still feels the need to take Luci out somewhere nicer for their real date. He doesn’t have much money, so he can’t afford a five course meal or anything. He remembers this one cafe in the city though that’s really fancy but only sells coffee and pastries. 

He insists on picking Lucifer up but he acquiesces when the boy demands to know where they’re going and sends him the name of the place. He gets it; he doesn’t like surprises either.

Dean sneaks over to Michael’s room to pick out an outfit. Luckily Michael had just left the house to “get some tail. It’s none of your business”, but he still feels nervous going into his twin's room. Michael’s the only one in the house that dresses nice. Dean has no clue where he gets the money for it, but he assumes all his dumb rich friends that Dean hates so much.

Everything in Michael’s closet is fancy enough for the place he’s going but he tries to find clothes in Michael’s closet that won’t make him look like a 1940’s newsboy. Eventually he finds something acceptable. 

He decides to step into Sam’s room to check he looks presentable before he leaves to pick up Lucifer. “Michael? Why are you back so soon? I just saw you leave,” Sam says when Dean enters the living room where Sam is watching a documentary on Pharaohs or something old that Dean doesn’t understand.

“Dammit Sam. It’s me,” Dean says.

“Dean? Why are you wearing Michael’s clothes? He’s gonna kill you,” Sam says, fear for Dean in his eyes.

“I’ve got a date,” Dean says with a smile, pulling open his jacket and doing a little spin. “Do you think I look fancy enough for the Black Rose?”

“The Black Rose? What, are you taking out one of Michael’s prep-school friends who’s going to pay for that?” Sam teases.

“Hell no, everyone from that school sucks. Until you go there. Then one person who goes there will be cool,” he messes up Sam’s shaggy hair fondly.

“Then who are you going out with?” Sam asks.

“Guy I met at school. He’s the new tight end for the football team,” Dean says, plopping onto the couch next to Sam.

“And let me guess, you made the decision to let him on the team,” Sam says sarcastically.

“Well technically yes, but he would’ve made it either way,” Dean says defensively.

“You don’t really do dates. You must really like this guy,” Sam says. 

Dean blushes briefly. “Yeah there's just something special about this one. I mean I’ve only spent a few hours with him, but I feel like I could talk to him forever. And-” Dean wolf-whistles.

Sam chuckles, “That hot?” 

“That hot.”

“Well, you do look good. Other than the fact that you look like Michael is appalling, you look good,” Sam says.

“I don’t know what that word means so I’m gonna pretend that was all positive,” Dean hops up from the couch with his signature shithead smile.

“You don’t know what appalling means?” Sam asks.

“Can’t hear you not listening,” Dean calls out, starting to walk towards the front door. He rushes back to the couch quickly, realizing he forgot something. “And I don’t look like Michael.” He leans down to give Sam a peck on the top of his head, which he always does before he leaves the house. Even Michael does it sometimes, and dad. It’s like the Winchester’s good luck routine.

“You’re literally identical twins!” Sam calls back as Dean rushes to leave again. “And stop kissing my head like I’m a baby. I’m in the eighth grade!” Dean laughs but doesn’t respond, leaving the house and locking it behind him for Sammy’s safety.

~

Cas had just left the house in his hideous pimp mobile when Lucifer sees Dean’s impala pull up. He briefly wonders if they had passed each other on the way in, but knowing how nervous Cas is for his study date, he doubts Cas would have noticed. 

He’s wearing a navy blue button up that he borrowed from Cas and some pants that are marginally nicer than jeans. He really doesn’t wear much other than his football clothes at school and slutty Grindr twink clothes on the weekends, so he had to rely on his nerdier twin to make sure he looked nice. 

Dean got out of his car as soon as he pulled up, determined to knock on the door because he thinks waiting in the car or honking is rude, especially on a first date. Lucifer saw him pull in though, so he’s already heading outside before Dean gets to the door. Dean settles for going around to the passenger side of the car and opening up Lucifer’s car door for him. When Lucifer reaches Dean he pecks him on the lips, “Hey there stranger,” he says flirtily and ducks into the passenger seat. 

Dean blushes, but closes Lucifer’s door. Before he can go to his side of the car he hears a knocking sound and sees a boy that looks about Sam’s age with a shit-eating grin knocking on the front window and holding up a sheet of paper to the window. He squints to see the writing on it and bursts out laughing when he sees what it says.

Lucifer Novak wears makeup.

Lucifer Novak cries his way through sex.

Lucifer Novak keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up-

Lucifer rolls down his window before Dean can finish reading the paper. “Dammit Gabriel! Go away!” he yells out the car door, sending Gabriel a look that scares him away.

Dean gets in the driver's seat, laughing hysterically. “I’m guessing that’s your little brother,” he says.

“Just drive,” Lucifer says moodily. Dean pulls out of the driveway and starts driving. 

“I get what you said about him being funny,” Dean says.

“Oh he thinks he is,” Lucifer says.

“You said he’s the funniest person you know,” Dean teases.

“He is when he’s not trying to embarrass me,” Lucifer says.

“What’s to be embarrassed about? It’s not like any of that is true,” Dean says. Lucifer doesn’t respond. “Is it?”

“Of course not!” Lucifer quickly responds. “Well… No, of course not.” Dean laughs and Lucifer joins exasperatedly.

~

Dean pulls up to the Black Rose, again insisting Lucifer stay there until he can open the door for him. His father raised him to be a gentleman. That line of teaching seems to have missed Michael, although he puts on quite the gentlemanly front.

When they sit down in the cafe, Lucifer is surprised to see that it has waiters and menus. Most coffee shops have you order at the counter, but I guess if you want to charge $10 for a small drink there should be some service involved. 

“You like coffee right?” Dean says, concerned he could have chosen the wrong place to take Lucifer. 

“Absolutely. Though I’ll admit I take it more cream and flavoring than coffee,” Lucifer says, looking through the menu. 

“I’m more of a whiskey neat, coffee black kind of guy,” Dean chuckles nervously.

“Rugged. I like it,” Lucifer winks, making Dean flush a bit. 

Lucifer does end up ordering a very girly drink while Dean gets himself a black coffee because it’s the cheapest drink on the menu and he only plans on spending money on Lucifer today. They also order a slice of blueberry pie to split after Dean enthusiastically says “They have pie!” 

While talking when waiting for their drinks to come out, they have to shush themselves a few times because they notice they’re laughing too loudly. Dean doesn’t even know if it’s Lucifer’s personality he likes or just how funny he is, but he knows he enjoys spending time with him. If Lucifer wasn’t so attractive and flirty, he’d probably just be trying to make him his new best friend. Besides Benny of course, no one has dethroned Benny since middle school. 

“You know we really do need to practice football together outside of regular practice. We should do that this week after school,” Dean switches topics.

“Asking me on a second date already? We haven’t even finished the first one…or maybe this is the second one. If it is, you know what happens on the third date,” Lucifer winks at him.

Dean blushes. “This is the first date. I wouldn’t take a guy as special as you out to McDonalds for a first date. And football practice is most definitely not a date, maybe hanging out as a couple…”

“A guy as special as me? Dean Winchester you’re melting my heart,” Lucifer teases. 

“Shut up,” Dean says under his breath, embarrassed but happy.

“And did you say hanging out as a couple? Is that what we are?” Lucifer raises his eyebrows, taking a sip of his drink.

Dean sputters a bit, “I mean it’s a bit early, but if that’s what you wanted to be…”

“I’m gonna need something a little more assertive Dean. The nervousness is cute, but if I’m gonna have a boyfriend he needs to be able to take charge,” Lucifer teases, smile on his face letting Dean know that he is. 

“Then you are my boyfriend. I’m demanding it,” Dean jokes, with some serious intent. 

“Well I guess I have no choice but to accept that I’m now your boyfriend. Good on you Winchester,” Lucifer says, trying to keep his straight, teasing face, but failing as a huge smile breaks through.

After their collective blushes and excitement dies down a bit Dean says, “So you like guys that are assertive?”

“In the bedroom most definitely but, I am my own man after all. I expect respect in the rest of the relationship, but I don’t doubt I’ll get that from you since you’re such a gentleman,” Lucifer says.

“I don’t think any of that will be a problem for me. I prefer to take the lead, but I can promise I’ll always respect you,” Dean says earnestly.

“Well I don’t want to be treated with much respect when I’m under you, but we can figure that part out,” Lucifer reveals with a wink. Dean blushes darkly.

“Check please,” he coughs out.

~

Dean is heading towards Lucifer’s house to drop him off. When he parks his car in front of the house he sees the most hideous car parked in the driveway that wasn’t previously there. 

As soon as the car is in park Lucifer makes a move on Dean, kissing up the side of his neck and his jaw. Dean lets out a soft groan of pleasure. “Ahh Luci.”

“You’ve got a lot of room in that backseat Dean,” Lucifer says seductively.

Dean flushes and feels blood rush down south. He looks into the backseat longingly. “Luci, I told you I wanna wait a bit longer. I really like you, I don't want to mess this up,” Dean says sweetly, taking Lucifer’s jaw in his hand and kissing him. He tastes like blueberry pie and vanilla coffee.

“You wouldn’t mess it up Dean. It’s not like I’m inexperienced,” Lucifer tries to convince, stroking Dean’s arm affectionately.

“I’m not either. We can do something next time. We’re right outside your house and- remember your little brother can see out of that window,” Dean says.

Lucifer sighs, “You’re right. Plus if by brother sees me fucking in the shirt he lent me it’ll break his little nerd heart.”

“Gabriel doesn’t look quite big enough to be lending you clothes,” Dean asks.

“No, my twin,” Lucifer says.

“You have a twin? I do too,” Dean says. “I actually stole my outfit from him tonight too.”

“Yeah sure, you have a twin,” Lucifer says sarcastically.

“I really do,” Dean tries to convince him with a light laugh.

“I don’t believe you Winchester. There can’t be that much hotness in the world,” he flirts.

“Oh there’s not. I promise you I’m the more attractive twin,” Dean jokes.

“What are the chances of that? Two more attractive twins getting together,” Lucifer says. “I still don’t believe you.” He gives Dean another kiss that makes the quarterback feel like he's melting, it’s so good. Lucifer opens the door to the car and starts to get out. “I’ll see you at school on Monday.”

“Sit with me at lunch, okay? Wanna introduce you to my friends,” Dean says after breaking out of his Lucifer-induced trance.

“Gonna show me off?” Lucifer smirks.

“Only if you’ll let me,” Dean says back.

“Oh I’ll let you,” Lucifer says, closing Dean’s door before heading up the walkway to his house. Dean watches Lucifer’s ass lit by his headlights as he goes up to his front door. Waiting to make sure he gets in safe before he leaves.

~

When Dean gets home he opens the door and sighs contentedly when he sees Michael on the couch with Sam sleeping with his head in Michael’s lap. There’s a movie on and he assumes that Sam fell asleep watching it. Dad is asleep in his recliner with empty beer bottles surrounding him. He knows from experience his dad won’t wake up right now; even if a UFO fell on the house.

Dean sits down on the couch, pushing Sam’s hair out of his eyes as he sleeps. He doesn’t care if Michael catches him in his clothes, he just had to make sure Michael wouldn’t catch him taking them because he never would have made it past the threshold of the older twin's bedroom. He’s surprised to see that Michael doesn’t notice his outfit at all though, he looks in a daze, a trance.

“What’s up with you?” Dean asks cautiously. 

“I have a boyfriend,” Michael says, his facial expression not changing and his voice making him sound like his mind’s on another planet.

“Me too,” Dean says.

~

When Lucifer gets into the house he sees Gabriel watching some stupid adult cartoon on the TV that most parents wouldn’t allow their kids to watch at that age. “Real funny crap you pulled with my date earlier Gabe,” Lucifer says, ruffling Gabriel’s hair aggressively.

“Oh it probably helped you get laid. Everyone loves an adorable little brother,” Gabriel says, framing his face with his hands to accentuate his cuteness. 

Lucifer plops on the couch and sighs, “I didn’t get laid.”

“Oh shit. Was he scared you were gonna cry the whole time? Sorry Luci,” Gabriel teases, with a hint of apology behind him. Lucifer never doesn’t get laid.

“No, he asked me to be his boyfriend,” Lucifer says.

“Poor guy,” Gabriel grimaces. “Did you run after that?” 

“No. I said yes,” Lucifer says.

Gabriel’s eyes widen and crosses his arms, “Lucifer that’s mean. You can’t date him just so he’ll fuck you and then dump him.”

“I’m not doing that,” Lucifer says defensively.

Gabriel puts his hands up, “Hey, don’t get mad at me. It’s not like you haven’t done it before.”

“I’m not doing that this time,” Lucifer says angrily.

“Whatever. You need to go check on Cas. He’s been on the phone with Charlie screaming for the past hour,” Gabriel says.

“Oh fuck he had that study date tonight. I swear if some douchebag…” Lucifer starts marching up the stairs to Castiel’s room.

When he gets into the upstairs hall he can hear excited sounding little squeals coming from Cas’s room. If he’s not careful he’s gonna wake up dad and that would be bad for everyone. 

He busts into Cas’s room and sees that he’s on facetime with Charlie. “Hey Luci just got home I gotta go,” Castiel says and hangs up with her.

Castiel jumps up off his bed and takes Lucifer’s hands, bouncing up and down excitedly and making Lucifer do so in turn. “What’s going on Cas?” 

“Luci, he kissed me! He kissed me and he asked me to be his boyfriend! I have a boyfriend!” Castiel says excitedly.

“Wow Cassie, I’m proud of you!” Lucifer gives him a big hug. Usually he’d be more teasing, but he’s in a great mood because of Dean. 

Cas grunts and squirms out of the hug. “Luci, you know I hate that.”

“If you have a boyfriend now, you’re gonna have to get used to hugs,” Lucifer teases.

“From him, not my twin brother. Now give me my shirt back so I can dry clean it. I’m sure you got quarterback all over it,” Castiel says, grossed out at the thought.

“Don’t worry I didn’t screw anyone in your clothes. We just had coffee and kissed in his car and he asked me to be his boyfriend,” Lucifer says, rushing the last part.

“No way! Did you say yes? Did we both get boyfriends the same day?” Castiel says excitedly.

Lucifer laughs, “Yeah I said yes. Damn, I’ve never seen you this excited. You’re like a teenage girl.”

“Of course I am. This is the first time I’ve had a boyfriend. It’s the first time I’ve ever been kissed. You should be excited too. This is like the first real boyfriend you’ve ever had,” Cas says.

Lucifer sits on Castiel’s bed, Castiel follows. “I’ve had boyfriends before, but ahh, I guess you’re right. Anyways, how was the kiss?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, teasing Cas.

Castiel blushes. “Better than I ever could have imagined it…Until he bit me.”

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There’s this boy that’s in almost all of Sam’s classes this year. So he gets almost no reprieve from him throughout the day. He’s even in his study hall, the one place Sam usually gets silence. His English and History classes are the only period of the day he doesn’t share with the little imp, and that’s only because Sam is in the advanced classes for those. The boy that’s haunting his very existence doesn’t seem to have the mental capacity for advanced anything, other than maybe advanced care at the loony bin.

The boy’s name is Gabriel Novak and his favorite activity seems to be annoying Sam. While Gabriel pranks everyone at the school (even the teachers), he pranks no one more than Sam. His pranks for Sam aren’t even his cruelest ones, they just seem designed to get Sam’s attention. 

Last week alone Sam dealt with a locker full of rubber ducks that Gabriel had somehow made to look like Sam, a missing notebook that he had to “beg” Gabriel back for or else he wouldn’t give it back, which was later returned with a picture of Gabriel glued onto the front that he can’t get off, and a sign on his back saying ‘I belong to Gabriel Novak’. He was wondering why people were giggling around him all day until his friend Alfie finally told him he has a sign on his back. He turned red when he saw what it said, decorated with hearts and kissy-faces.

He ran to find Gabriel and confronted him with the sign. “What the Hell is this Gabriel?” Sam had demanded.

Gabriel smiled and blushed a little, “Just making sure everyone here knows who you belong to is all.” Fucking Gabriel and his dumb, stupid smile.

“I don’t belong to you Gabe,” Sam says bitchily. 

“Well you do now. I totally claimed you with that sign,” Gabriel teases. 

~

Today he’s dreading going to school because it’s Monday and that means Gabriel has had all weekend to think up a prank for him. What’s especially worrying though, is that Gabriel pulled the rubber duck prank last Monday, the notebook prank on Tuesday, and the sign on Wednesday, and hasn’t messed with him since then. Not even verbally, he’s been concerningly nice. 

That means Gabriel has been revving up for over 4 days. An hour is enough for Gabriel to fuck you up, so what the Hell does he have planned. Or maybe no pranks is the plan, and he’s trying to drive Sam crazy. He finds the latter isn’t true when he actually gets to school, because Gabriel didn’t just have one prank planned. He had a whole day of pranks. 

Every class he has with Gabriel he endures a prank. First period he sits on a chocolate bar and has to change into his gym shorts so he doesn’t look like he shit himself. Second period Gabriel wolf whistles as soon as Sam walks in the room. “Looking good Samwich,” Gabriel says.

“It’s Sam,” Sam corrects moodily.

Gabriel ignores him, “Those shorts fit you- just wonderfully if I do say so myself.” Sam had grown a lot since last school year and his dad had insisted he keep his gym shorts till he can’t get them on anymore because ‘they just don’t have the money right now’. They are hiked up revealing most of the expanse of his tan thighs, revealing just how much of a spindly stick-bug he is. His pert little butt is hugged to the point of wedgie and the front of the shorts don’t leave much to the imagination when it comes to his balls that have only just dropped and his dick that’s just learned to swell. He’s kind of a late bloomer and is shorter than the rest of the class, but the smell and hairiness aspects of puberty hit him last summer. 

“Shut up Gabriel. It’s your fault I’m wearing these,” Sam says, checking his chair carefully for any more chocolate bars before sitting down.

“Can’t blame me. I just wanted to see you in those and I knew if I ruined your pants that’d be your only backup,” Gabriel says.

“You wanted to see me look ridiculous,” Sam huffs.

“You don’t look ridiculous,” Gabriel says. “Those shorts do your ass all kinds of favors.” He leans across the desk to look at Sam’s ass in his chair, making Sam shift uncomfortably.

During class Gabriel volunteers or forcefully raises Sam’s hand for him to get up in front of the class several times. Sam is very embarrassed for everyone to be looking at him while he’s in these shorts. 

During the different periods of the day Sam gets paint on him, glue and glitter, glitter-glue. He changed into his gym shirt too after Gabriel ‘made it sparkly’ and by the end of the day both his backup shirt and shorts are covered in blue paint and glitter. Some of it gets washed off when a bucket of water falls on his head before last period.

That’s when Sam loses it. Soaking wet and tacky all over, he charges Gabriel, tackling him to the floor. Gabriel finally stops giggling when his body hits the ground and Sam is over top of him. “Damn Winchester, the view is good down here. You’ve gotta see it.”

“Gabriel, will you stop it? I can’t deal with this anymore for Pete’s sake. Just stop,” Sam demands. 

Gabriel swallows. Having Sam on top of him, all demanding and scary is making him feel a way he never has. A way Lucifer has described to him when he goes all TMI about his hookups. “I’m just- just having fun with my favorite guy,” Gabriel says weakly.

“If you wanna have fun with me, do anything else. Just stop the pranking. Please Gabriel,” Sam pleads.

“Okay,” Gabriel says seriously.

“Okay?” Sam questions. He wasn’t expecting that answer.

“Yeah, okay,” Gabriel says. Sam raises an eyebrow. He doesn’t believe Gabriel, but he lets him go, helping him up. He sits through last period sopping wet, hoping he dries off some before Dean picks him up or he won’t be allowed in the car. 

Gabriel leaves him alone all last period. He’s cordial and undisruptive, well to Sam. He’s disruptive to the entire class in general. He doesn’t even come up to bother him at his locker at the end of the day. Maybe Sam knocked some sense into Gabriel when he tackled him to the floor.

~

Gabriel Novak is completely and utterly in love with Sam Winchester. When the boy was put into most of his classes this year he thanked the Heavens in their infinite wisdom. He doesn’t know how to channel affection this strong though, so he tries to get Sam to love him the only way he knows how- Trickster style.

Gabriel pranks everybody, but there's a big difference in the ways he does so. There are the bad pranks for people he hates and the good pranks for people he loves. The pranks he pulls on his brothers tend to fall into either category depending on the day, but they mostly get hit with the good pranks.

An example of a bad prank is when he filled up a mean teacher's car with bees. You have to know your audience though, because if played on Castiel that would have been a gift. Plus, even a swarm of bees would make that car of his look better because it couldn’t really get worse. He also wouldn’t play the prank on anyone with a bee allergy, because that's manslaughter at the very least and Gabriel is too young and pretty to go to jail.

Sam unfortunately doesn’t find his pranks very funny. He tries as many as he can think of, does it as often as possible, but Sam still seems to hate him. After formulating his day of pranks for Sam after noticing how wonderful he looks in his gym uniform and seeing another student he had pranked change into their own, he came up with his idea. 

At the end of the day Sam was clearly done with him, but he just keeps thinking ‘one more prank and I’ll crack him’. When Sam tackles him to the ground he starts to form a very embarrassing boner that luckily Sam doesn’t notice. The words “If you wanna have fun with me do anything else,” from Sam and his pleading break him. He realizes he needs a new approach and it sounds like Sam is welcome to having fun with him as long as he stops the pranks. He decides right there and then to be good and stop messing with Sam. He’s never decided, even momentarily, to stop pranking someone, but damn if Sam didn’t break him.

~

Sam opens the door to Dean’s Impala that’s pulled up to the sidewalk in front of his middle school. “Woah what happened to you?” Dean says.

“A lot,” Sam grunts and starts to get in.

“Woah, woah watch the leather,” Dean stops him.

“What, do you want me to walk home?” Sam says sarcastically.

“There’s a towel under the backseat. Get that and sit on it,” Dean says. Sam grabs it and lays it over the passenger seat, setting down on it carefully.

“Why do you have a towel in your car?” Sam asks after they’re on the road.

“Well I’ve got a boyfriend now Sam-” Dean starts.

“Ah gross! Dean, is there jizz on this?” Sam squirms, trying to get away from the towel.

“No, Sam. It’s clean,” Dean says.

Sam calms down, “Then what are you talking about?”

“Well on our date Saturday he said ‘you’ve got a lot of room in that backseat’ all flirty-like, so I wanted to be prepared because it’s getting harder and harder to say no to him.”

“Why do you keep saying no to him?”

“I just don’t want to rush into things. I don’t think that’s crazy. We’ve only had one official date and he’s only tried to sleep with me twice.”

“Twice? You’ve managed to say no to him twice?”

“Barely Sam. Barely.”

~

At home Sam gets out of the shower and into new clothes, putting all his old clothes in the washer. Dean stops him in the living room before he can go back upstairs. “Okay Sam, you gonna tell me what happened?” 

“There’s just this guy at school that’s really annoying me,” Sam huffs, sitting down on the couch.

“Is he bullying you?” Dean asks. “I’ll fuck that little 13 year old up.”

“No, he’s not bullying me. He’s just annoying. I mean he pranks and tricks everyone, even the people he really likes, but he pranks me excessively,” Sam says. “Honestly he seems to really like me, but I don’t get why. He’s always just trying to get my attention.”

“Maybe he has a crush on you,” Dean offers.

“Gross! Gabriel Novak does not have a crush on me,” Sam crosses his arms over his chest defiantly.

“Did you say Gabriel Novak?” Dean asks.

“Yeah, why?” Sam says.

“I think that’s my boyfriend's little brother. Is he really short, blondish hair?” Dean asks.

“Uh yeah. There's no way that your boyfriend's brother though,” Sam says nervously. He’s instantly afraid that this means he’ll have to spend more time with Gabriel.

“Right age, a jokester that pulls pranks; it sounds like him. Hold on let me ask Luci,” Dean says, pulling out his phone to text him.

“Luci? I thought you had a boyfriend,” Sam asks.

“It’s short for Lucifer,” Dean says nonchalantly.

“You’re shitting me. You’re dating the Devil?” Sam laughs.

“Don’t curse Sam,” Dean scolds. His phone dings. “Luci says it’s him. Sam, you gotta be nice to him. I really like this guy.”

“No way am I being nice to Gabe just so you can score with Satan,” Sam defies.

“Don’t call him that and yes you are,” Dean says sternly. “Now if I hear about you being anything but wonderful to that boy I’ll make sure you regret it. Understand me?”

“Yes,” Sam says begrudgingly.

“You said he’s not bullying you and that he seems to like you. If he does start bullying you let me know and I’ll make it stop, but if he’s nice to you, you be nice back,” Dean says.

“Okay fine,” Sam acquiesces. He guesses he has to be nice to Gabriel from now on. He’s gonna have to make friends with Gabriel Novak.

~

“Gabe c’mere,” Lucifer beckons him toward the couch where he is watching TV instead of doing homework. “I just got a text from my boyfriend. Do you know Sam Winchester?”

“Sam? Yeah that’s the boy I’ve been telling you about. I’ve got a major huge crush on him,” Gabe says. “What does that have to do with your boyfriend?”

“That’s his little brother,” Lucifer says. 

“No shit,” Gabe says excitedly. “You gotta get me in with him. Everything I try he doesn’t like me, but if his big brother gives me a shining recommendation…”

“I can’t make him like you Gabe,” Lucifer says.

“But you could help me hang out with him more. Take us on a double date or to their house or something. Anything so I can see that sweet, cute face outside the confines of school,” Gabriel says dramatically. 

“Ugh fine. I’ll figure something out. But from what Dean’s told me Sam is a good kid, so please don’t ruin him,” Lucifer sighs.

“Oh I’ll ruin him,” Gabriel wiggles his eyebrows, “but in the sexy-hot kinda way.” Lucifer throws a couch pillow at him, making him fall to the ground. “I deserved that.”

“You’re thirteen dingus, keep it in your pants til it’s big enough to do something with,” Lucifer taunts.

“You don’t know how big it is,” Gabriel says defensively.

“I know how big the rest of you is,” Lucifer says. “Now scram, I wanna watch TV.”

Gabriel goes to his room. He squeals excitedly after he closes the door. Sam has no choice but to like him now. Luci’s boyfriend will make sure he does, because Luci loves Gabriel and if this guy wants to keep Luci, he’s gonna have to deal with Gabriel.

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It’s Monday morning and Castiel is very excited to go to school. He’s always excited to go to school of course, but especially so today. He texted with Michael - his boyfriend! - back and forth this weekend and Michael promised to introduce him to his friends today. Castiel hasn’t made many friends at Elysian Heights Academy yet, so the prospect is very exciting.

The most exciting thing about this morning though, is spending the school day with his very first boyfriend, being official and in public, spending more time with Michael. It’s all good. He dresses extra well this morning, making sure he smells perfect too. He even pulled a very tired Lucifer into his room to ask him to make sure he looked like ‘boyfriend material’, to which Lucifer responded by changing every aspect of his outfit. Castiel had thought wearing his nicest outfit would make him look the best, but Lucifer explained he needed to wear his hottest outfit.

Castiel doesn’t have ‘hot’ outfits so he borrowed some of Lucifer’s clothes, payback for Lucifer borrowing his shirt for his date this weekend. Despite being a private school, Elysian Heights Academy doesn’t have uniforms or much of a dress code. Their belief is that kids should wear whatever makes them most comfortable with themselves so they can focus on school. This is how Castiel gets away with wearing his trenchcoat in lectures and Michael gets away with dressing like he’s in the mafia.

Lucifer tried putting him in ripped jeans that exposed most of his thighs, but Castiel negotiated him down to black jeans that are a bit frayed at the knees. Castiel isn’t accustomed to showing much skin, whereas Lucifer prefers to have his body on display if he can. Castiel wouldn’t let Lucifer turn him fully into his clone though and wore his own shirt, a dark green jumper, the color of which reminds Lucifer of his own boyfriends eyes when he gets horny and his pupils dilate, but he wouldn’t say that to Castiel.

Lucifer fluffed his hair. “No, it looks messy now Lucifer,” Castiel says, trying to comb down his hair again. He usually doesn’t bother, but he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Michael’s friends. 

“It’s not messy. It’s sex hair. You look sexy now,” Lucifer insists.

“Lucifer, I think it’s inappropriate for you to call your brother sexy,” Castiel deadpans.

“I’m not- We have the same face Cas, I’m basically complimenting myself. Plus sex hair is just the name of what you’ve got going on, not what I think of you. I’ve never known a bigger virgin,” Lucifer explains.

Castiel allows him to keep his hair messed up or ‘sexy’ and even lets him use product to keep it in place. Castiel splutters and his eyes burn. “Ugh, it tastes horrible and it burns,” Castiel complains.

“You’re not supposed to keep your eyes and mouth open Cas!” Lucifer says. 

“I didn’t! Well, maybe I had my mouth open… but you should have covered my eyes,” Castiel says.

“What am I, your mom?” Lucifer says.

“No, our mother left years ago,” Castiel says.

“Dammit Cas, it’s an expression,” Lucifer rolls his eyes.

“Oh…sorry,” Castiel says.

“It’s okay buddy,” Lucifer says, pinching cas on the arm and making his twin yelp. He smirks.

~

Michael is excited to show his friends his sweet new piece. He’ll have fun talking with the guys about the tightness of Castiel's ass and how obedient he is once they have sex. He’ll be happy for the girls to keep Castiel occupied so he doesn’t have to talk to him when he’s with his friends. The girls will fawn over Castiel, he just knows it. 

He’s especially excited to introduce Castiel to Bela. He hates Bela. She’s his ex. They’ve been on and off for years. It’s toxic and mostly about sex. Damn she’s good in bed and listens to whatever he tells her. She doesn’t listen to him outside of the bedroom though and that’s where most of their fights stemmed from. 

Bela was never loyal. Michael may be an asshole, but he never cheats. Cheating is second nature to Bela. So why does he still hang around her? Easy. She’s fucking smart. She challenges him, makes him push himself to do better than her. Despite the fact that he hates her, he really likes her too. She’s as devious as he is and makes a good ally. She’s an enemy of my enemy kind of friend and she hangs around his friends and enemies. Michael is all about keeping his enemies closer. 

Of his friend group, most of them are enemies in some capacity. Gordon and Raphael are most definitely enemies. Raphael wants nothing more than to topple Michael’s spot as most prolific student, but never will. Gordon is dangerous in all sorts of ways and getting on his bad side can get any student at the school out of there and to the next state in two shakes. Uriel isn’t his enemy. He’s boring and stiff, but he knows Michael is better than him and is willing to listen. Michael loves subservience, even in friends. Hannah and Anna aren’t his enemies, just smart enough to be in his circle. He and Anna have a habit of getting drunk and fucking at parties when there are slim pickings. Hannah isn’t very interested in guys like Michael, but he expects she’ll be quite attracted to Castiel. Poor girl has a habit of falling for gay guys. And Bela is of course an enemy.

He does care about Castiel to some extent and as horrifically unpleasant as his friends are, they will be good allies for his future. Rich, powerful and intelligent, they all have their benefits. Access to Gordon’s father and his company and Anna’s mother who’s the dean at a good college are some examples of the benefits. Benefits that will motivate Castiel to stay with him. 

~

Michael pulls up to Castiel’s house to pick him up in the sleek car he and Dean fixed up at Bobby’s shop. Michael has no interest in going into the mechanic business, but knows cars in and out as he was raised around them. Maybe someday he’ll go corporate at a luxury car company. Gabriel has already gotten on the bus for school and Lucifer is snoring loudly and sprawled in his bed. He’s sleeping in and skipping first period because Castiel woke him up so early. Castiel on the other hand is excitedly staring out of the window waiting for Michael and rushes out as soon as Michael gets there.

Michael unlocks his doors for Castiel but doesn’t get out and open up the door for him. Castiel nervously slides into Michael’s passenger seat, sitting his school bag in the floorboard. There’s soft jazz playing quietly from the car radio and the whole car smells strongly enough of expensive cologne to make Castiel’s head spin.

“Hey Michael,” Castiel greets softly with a smile.

Michael leans over and kisses Castiel softly on the lips. “Hey baby boy,” he greets, putting the car in reverse to back out. “How are you doing Castiel?”

Castiel blushes fiercely, “Good. I’m doing good. How are you?”

“Great, now that I’m seeing you,” Michael flirts.

“You’re so nice to me, Michael,” Castiel says.

“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re perfect Castiel. Beautiful, smart, and adorably pure,” Michael says, placing his hand on Castiel’s thigh, leaving his other hand on the wheel. The hand placement is high enough to make Castiel gasp and squeeze his legs together to prevent blood rushing south. Michael smirks, getting an even better reaction than he expected. “Sorry darling. Is that okay?”

“Uh yeah of course. You are my boyfriend now, you’re allowed to touch me,” Castiel chuckles nervously.

“Yeah, just seems to have made you a little nervous,” Michael says, pulling into the school parking lot. 

“No, I’m just nervous about meeting your friends today, is all,” Castiel half-lies.

Michael pulls into a spot and parks his car. He unbuckles and turns, looking Cas in the eyes and putting his hand on Castiel’s jaw. “There’s no need to be nervous. They’re going to love you,” he says earnestly.

“I’ve seen your friends though, Michael. They’re intimidating on a good day, and down-right terrifying on a bad one,” Castiel admits.

“Intimidating I’ll give you, they’re smart, but terrifying? Dear they’re just people,” Michael says, stroking his thumb on Castiel’s jaw. Cas leans into the touch like a cat being pet. 

“There’s nothing more terrifying than people, Michael,” Castiel says, furrowing his brows.

Michael laughs softly. “That’s my little introvert. Just stick by my side. I won’t let them bite,” Michael teases.

“I may hang off your side if I get nervous enough,” Castiel jokes. 

“Well darling I’m introducing them to my boyfriend not my nervous toddler,” Michael says, opening his door to get out. Castiel does the same. “Just hold your head up, be articulate, and follow my lead. If you do what I say you’ll never go wrong.”

“Thank you Michael,” Castiel says, relieved. 

~

Walking into school Michael finally had a chance to get a good look at Castiel’s outfit. He had already noticed that Castiel’s hair looked especially good today, but the jeans the boy is wearing are out of character. He looks so good in them Michael can’t quite peel his eyes away, but forces himself to when he notices a problem growing between his legs. 

He stands closely to Castiel as he gets his things out of his locker. He has his locker decorated with pictures of his little brother, Charlie and his D&D group playing. He also has cute magnets that make him happy like cartoon bees and BMO from Adventure Time, who is his spirit animal.

Michael leans down and whispers with hot breath into Castiel’s ear, “I really like those jeans you're wearing today.”

“Thank you,” Castiel says, flustered.

“Really, you look so good that I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep my hands off you today,” Michael says, making Castiel’s eyes widen and he drops one of his books. When Castiel bends over to pick it up, Michael looks around to make sure no ones looking and lands a swat on Castiel’s ass. Cas yelps and stands up quickly, Michael is laughing.

“Michael!” he scolds quietly, looking around to make sure no one saw.

“What did you expect me to do when you bent over right in front of me darling,” Michael says, pulling Castiel into him, nibbling softly on Cas’s earlobe, making the boy blush brightly.

“I-I have to get to class Michael,” Castiel says.

“Fine,” Michaels says, letting the flustered boy out of his hold. “I’ll see you in study hall. Be ready to make an impression.” 

Castiel through class, nervous to ‘make an impression’ and his mind running over Michael’s actions today. From the kiss this morning and his hand on his thigh in the car, to the affections by his locker. He’s starting to realize Michael may want things from him that he’s never given to anyone before. He’s excited at the prospect but painfully scared. He thinks over the conversation he knows he’s going to have to have with Michael about his intact virginity, thinking up scenarios in which Michael dumps him over his innocence. He knows it’s unrealistic, and Michael already knows he’s a virgin because he admitted that he had never kissed or dated anyone before, but that doesn’t stop him from mulling over it all period. When the bell rings he realizes he hasn’t paid attention to the class at all.

He knows he wants to have Michael in less than innocent ways. He thought about it nearly every night before they were ever even together, but he’s not sure if he’s ready. It’s frustrating; wanting something but being too afraid to do it. He supposes it's like anything else in life. He thinks of when Lucifer desperately wanted a tattoo, but was so scared of the pain that he almost backed out of the appointment, but how happy he was when he saw the two red wings adorning his back. He remembers how badly Gabriel wanted his ears pierced last year and how scared Gabriel was when he finally got in the chair and how he cried like a baby when they put the needle through. Gabriel loves the earrings now though, he catches his little brother checking them out in the mirror sometimes when he gets ready, whispering to himself about how pretty he looks. 

Sex is just an experience he has to get over and do. He knows once he’s past the first time it won’t be so scary, but he can’t get over how nervous he is now that he actually has a boyfriend. He had always dreamed of having a boyfriend, but just now he’s realizing what that may entail. How does he even know Michael is who he wants to give his virginity to? Never mind that, of course he does. He’s fantasized about Michael since the beginning of the school year. He’s handsome, sweet and he actually likes Castiel. Damn, how is he going to tell Michael how scared he is?

~ 

Castiel shakes all his overthinking out of his head as he readies himself to formally meet Michael’s friends. He shares classes with some of them and has seen them around the halls, but he doesn’t really know any of them. He generally avoids them. He has done a group project with Hannah though, who he knows is Michael’s friend and really liked her. She acted a little obsessive over him though during the time they worked together, so he had distanced himself from her. 

He hopes this goes well and Michael’s friends like him. He even hopes he can introduce Michael to his friends soon too. Though he’s nervous his friends may not impress him. Liking Charlie is a non-negotiable for a boyfriend, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he is a little turned off by Ash and his indulgences or Meg and her crassness. He won’t be surprised if both of them hit on Michael so he’ll have to beg them not to before they meet him, which Ash will respect and Meg will fully ignore. Charlie is smart though and he’s sure Michael will like her. He has heard that she is a lot for some people though, because of her high energy and excitableness, but he doesn’t understand how anyone could not like her. 

Jo will either like him or ignore him, but Cas isn’t too worried about her because she’s mainly around to hang off Charlie's shoulder and is an old friend of Ash. Charlie is somehow oblivious to the crush Jo has on her when even Cas and his limited social cues can tell. It seems everyone but Charlie knows. Jo doesn’t even like D&D very much, yet she plays every campaign with them. She’s not a Star Wars of Harry Potter fan either, but regularly watches movie marathons with Charlie. 

Castiel meets Michael in the hall before they go into study hall. “What took you so long?” Michael asks, fidgeting nervously. 

“Sorry, I was in the restroom. I have to pee when I get nervous,” Cas says, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. “I’m not used to these jeans either. I spent several minutes trying to button them.” The jeans are made to fit very tight and without his twins sporty physique, they fit around his soft thighs more than snugly.

Michael’s face softens. “Goodness, you’re cute Castiel.”

“What’s cute about a pee story?” Castiel squints and tilts his head to the side.

“It’s sweet that you’re nervous over me, Castiel. I’m glad an impression matters to you with meeting my friends. That tells me I matter to you,” he takes Castiel’s arm and ushers him into the classroom, which is full of a few students as more trickle in. “You don’t need to worry so much though dear. I’ll debrief you that the majority of them are assholes, so it doesn’t matter much what they think of you.”

“Why do you hang out with people you think are assholes?” Castiel asks, sitting closely next to Michael on a bench seat. 

Michael puts his arm around Castiel’s shoulder. “Because they improve me. They’re the smartest kids here and associating with smart people puts me ahead. Never befriend people that are below you Castiel. Make sure you’re the smartest person in the room, but that no one there will dumb you down.”

“Shouldn’t I like my friends' personalities though? Even if they’re not very smart?” Castiel asks.

“You don’t need to like their personalities. You only need to like the most important people in your life to keep you happy. Me for example, I enjoy my boyfriend,” Castiel blushes, “my family (to an extent), and I enjoy my time to myself and that’s enough to keep me happy.”

“Well I enjoy my boyfriend, my family and my friends, and I like my time to myself too. I don’t see anything wrong with that,” Castiel says, having a little trouble getting it out when he says ‘boyfriend’. 

“Of course there's not, but you can have more than one circle of friends. Hang out with the ones you like on the weekends and hang out with the ones that put you ahead in academic and professional circles,” Michael says. Castiel is about to respond when Michael taps his shoulder to alert him that his friends have arrived at their table. 

Michael stands up, so Castiel does too. He looks around at the group. He sees 3 girls, Hannah who has wavy brown hair, a redheaded girl and a blonde. He sees three guys, all of them Black and sporting short hair and nice clothing.

“This is my boyfriend, Castiel,” Michael says. “Castiel this is Gordon, Raphael, Uriel, Hannah, Anna… and Bela.” he gestures to each of them as he says their names.

“It’s nice to meet you all. Well, I already know some of you,” Castiel says, holding out a shaky hand for anyone to take. The men take turns shaking his hand, but the girls pull him into hugs that make him uncomfortable, but he bears through. Bela does neither though and simply looks him up and down.

“You caught yourself a very pretty boy Michael,” she looks at Michael.

“I think so,” Michael says smugly. “He’s not just eye candy though.” Castiel blushes. “He’s very smart. I think he’ll thoroughly impress you.”

“I’m sure he will,” Gordon says, his tone makes Castiel feel a bit queasy. Gordon’s voice makes Castiel think of a tiger permanently on the hunt, like Shere Khan in the Jungle Book, not in sound but in vibe. Gabriel watches that movie a lot, and the bear Baloo has always reminded him of the younger brother. He remembers watching a little Gabriel dancing along and imitating the monkeys to ‘I Wan’na Be Like You’ in nothing but pull-ups. Gabriel also used to call Lucifer Kaa because his twin reminded the boy of the sly snake. 

Castiel shakes his mind out of the cartoon hole it dug itself to escape the nerve-racking situation. “Hmm?”

“I asked you to tell us about yourself,” Anna says.

“Oh sorry,” Castiel says, sitting back down with Michael to join the now sitting group. “I don’t know where to start.” He looks to Michael for help.

“Tell them about your interests dear. What you do at school,” Michael nods him along. 

“Oh, well I edit the school newspaper, I’m in Mathletes-” 

“ President of the Mathletes. Don’t be humble darling,” Michael interrupts.

“I’m uh thinking about going into medicine. I want to do something with my life to help people,” Castiel says.

“Well haven’t you caught yourself a bleeding heart Michael?” Bela says. Michael glares at her.

“Yes, he has a good heart. He’s much sweeter than most,” he says pointedly.

“What do you do outside of school, Cas?” Hannah asks. He had told Hannah he could call him that back when they were working on that project together. 

“Well my friends and I like to play Dungeons and Dragons together. I spend a lot of time with my best friend Charlie and a lot of time with my brothers,” Castiel says. 

“How many brothers do you have?” Anna asks.

“Two, a younger and an older,” Castiel says, which is partially true since Lucifer popped out a full 12 minutes before him. He doesn’t like to advertise the fact that he has a twin as people always have follow up questions, especially after finding out they’re identical.

The guys are mostly talking amongst themselves, but all the girls have focused in on him. Michael is splitting his attention between the regular conversation and the ask-Castiel-questions-fest. He periodically makes sure Castiel is giving good answers and saying the right things. He’s impressing him with how well he holds up under the intense questioning, but he can’t risk anyone at the table hearing him say something that could embarrass him, though he doesn’t know of anything about Castiel that would, the boy does ramble sometimes.

~

After study hall ends Michael keeps Castiel hanging back as he says goodbye to his friends. “You did amazing, dear,” Michael turns to him.

“Did I? Most of them seemed to like me, but Gordon kinda creeped me out and Bela seemed to hate me,” Castiel says quietly so no one hears.

“Well Gordon is creepy in general, but why do you think Bela hates you?” he asks, knowing full-well Bela probably does hate him. 

“Well she asked me why I thought I was good enough for you,” Castiel fiddles his hands together. 

“Oh, hun she’s probably just jealous,” Michael says, kissing the top of Cas’s head.

“Jealous?” Cas asks.

”We used to date. She’s still a bit bitter about it,” Michael says.

“Oh.” Castiel looks down sadly.

“Honey there's nothing to worry about,” he tilts Castiel’s head up with his hand. “She’s a total bitch. I have no interest in her.”

“But she’s pretty,” Castiel says meekly.

“How would you know what’s attractive in a girl? You’re gay,” Michael tries to reason with him.

“I guess that's true,” Castiel blushes softly. Michael pulls him into his side and Castiel nuzzles in.

~

He’ll see the friends again at lunch and in the meantime his gut is twisting all day as he thinks about Michael having dated Bela. Had they slept together? Why did they still hang out? No, Michael explained how he doesn’t like all of his friends. She’s probably just around for the same reasons as him. Her being around Michael all the time makes him nervous though. What if she tries to steal him? 

He sits at Michael’s table at lunch with all his friends. The girls have stopped their line of questioning and he’s able to spend most of his time talking to Michael, but he eventually turns his attention to talk to Raphael, Uriel, and Hannah about an upcoming United Nations meeting.

Noticing Michael’s attention being turned away, Bela swoops in. “You’re far too attractive to be dating Michael, Castiel,” she says.

“I don’t think so. I feel quite the opposite,” Castiel answers, knowing now it’s probably her vendetta against Michael talking. 

“No really, you have such beautiful eyes, sex hair, a cute butt,” she places her hand on his knee under the table. He jumps in surprise, trying to shake her hand off, she repeals it. He grabs onto Michael’s arm, but it doesn’t get his attention.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate Bela,” Castiel says firmly.

She leans across the table, her cleavage falling out of her low-cut shirt. She whispers in his ear, “If you ever want to try a woman sometime darling, I bet Michael wouldn’t mind me joining for the night.” Castiel shoots up from the table, highly uncomfortable. He walks straight out of the cafeteria, nearly running. He doesn't know where, but he’s panicking.

Bela leans back in satisfaction. Michael turns his attention to her as he feels Castiel leave his side and sees him rush out. “What did you say to him, Bela?” he demands angrily.

“Why do you assume it’s me?” she says. He growls angrily, leaving the lunchroom to find Castiel. 

After walking around for a good ten minutes, he finds Castiel curled up in a beanbag in the library, holding his knees to his chest. He kneels down to look at him, but Castiel won’t lift his head up.

“What happened Castiel?” he says softly.

“Bela.”

“What did she say?” he tries not to sound as angry as he is at her.

“A bunch of things,” Castiel pouts.

“Look at me Castiel,” Michael says firmly. Castiel reluctantly puts his head up, revealing his tear stained cheeks. He wipes Castiel’s tears away with his thumb and puts his hand under Cas’s jaw, tilting his head up further. “What did she say? I’ll take care of it.”

“I don’t want to cause problems,” Castiel says. “I just want all your friends to like me because I want you to like me.”

“I already like you Castiel,” he says, sitting next to Cas more comfortably on the ground.

“But what if I’m not enough?” he says as a sob racks through him.

Michael takes him tightly into a hug. “Why do you think you wouldn’t be enough?”

“Cause I’m a-” he hiccups through cries, “a vi-virgin. And you’ve been with girls and I’m not one-”

“Cas-Castiel,” Michael says firmly, making Castiel stop. “All of those are things I like. I like that you’re a boy. I like that you’re a virgin. You’re more innocent, sweet than other people I’ve been with.” He doesn’t mention that his reasons for wanting a virgin are fairly kink and control related, but that doesn’t renege that Cas’s innocence makes him a sweeter boyfriend than he’s had in the past. 

Castiel wipes his eyes, his crying stopping. “She hit on me.”

Michael’s eyebrows raise, “And why did that upset you so much?” 

“Because she said things that made me uncomfortable. She put her hand on my knee and she said things about how I look and my body… and then she suggested a threesome,” he grimaces on the last part.

“Dammit Bela. Stupid bitch trying to steal my boyfriend,” Michael spits. “Guess she didn’t realize you were fully gay.” He chuckles. 

“I just don’t like other people touching me and the things she said made me so uncomfortable,” Cas explains.

“I’m sure it did,” Michael says. “Wait, you don’t mind me touching you right?”

“No, of course not. You’re safe and I like you. I just don’t like just anyone touching me. Even some people I like. I guess the way I like you makes me want you to touch me,” Cas explains.

“Okay, well I’ll deal with Bela. You don’t have to worry about her. And next time I see the girls trying to hug you I’ll block you away. How’s that sound?” Michael says.

“Better,” Cas sniffles. 

“Good. Now wipe those tears. It’s time for our next class. How about I take you out for ice cream on the way home? Cheer my sweet boy up,” Michael says, kissing Castiel on the forehead. 

“That sounds good. And can we talk more about the whole- sex-” he whispers the last word, “thing while we do that. I feel a lot better having talked a bit about it.”

“Absolutely we can. I want to make sure you’re comfortable with me baby. So if me slapping your ass in the hallway upsets you…”

“No, I’m fine with that,” Castiel blushes. Michael smiles deviously, helping Castiel up. As soon as Castiel gets in front of him he lands a swat on his right cheek that sounds through the whole library.

Chapter Text

The football team has their first practice this afternoon and Dean asked Lucifer to sit with him at lunch so he can introduce him to the team- Dean’s friends. Lucifer knows some of them already, he’s been casual friends with Alistair and Azazel for years, but the ones Dean gushes over he doesn’t know. He’s seen Benny around, he’s hard to miss. He has a football player's physique if he’s ever seen one, tall and broad. He’s never talked to Benny though and Dean says he’s his best friend, promised Lucifer will love him, said he’s a really good guy. He knows Dean has other friends on the team, but Benny is the only one he’s really told him about so far. He’s mentioned Crowley once or twice, but not enough for him to get an impression of him.

Dean is extremely excited to introduce his boyfriend to the team as his boyfriend. The team has all of his closest friends who he spends the majority of his time with. He has some friends outside the team. Jo Harvelle is a childhood friend of his that he hangs out with often, usually at the diner her mother owns and she works at. Her mom Ellen was sort of a surrogate mother figure to him after his mom died, just as his uncle Bobby is a surrogate father when his dad is too drunk and absent.

The friends Dean had at school before he joined football were pretty different. He got to be pretty good friends with a girl named Charlie and he had liked some of the people she introduced him to, like a boy named Ash. Before the team all his friends were pretty casual though. The only one he hung out with outside of school was Benny. Now the team parties together most every weekend. Though, Dean doesn’t usually go to the parties unless he wants to get laid. He’s not much of a fan of them. He doesn’t like all the drinking and drugs.

Lucifer has mainly had casual friends throughout the years, a lot of hookups and friends with benefits. He ends up hanging out with Cas’s friends by accident a lot rather than making friends of his own, like when Charlie drags him down to the basement to do voices for some of the characters in their game, or when they’re watching a movie that’s actually good and he joins them. The only one he really likes is Meg. Charlie annoys the crap out of him, but he loves her because she makes Cas so happy and she has a habit of growing on people. He’s gathered that he went to a different middle school than Dean and that Gabriel is only in the same school as his little brother because they had moved neighborhoods a few years back. 

Castiel had woken up Lucifer at an ungodly hour this morning, and on a fucking Monday at that, so he skipped right through first period to sleep. He couldn’t say no to helping Cas though when he saw how nervous his twin was. Castiel has never dated anyone before and he couldn’t stop talking about it all weekend. Lucifer got to see how excited and scared he was about the whole thing.

Dean doesn’t see Lucifer by his locker or in the hall at school this morning, so he assumes he missed him. He’s anxious to see him and debrief him though. Introducing Lucifer to his friends is a big deal. He had dated girls before that they knew, like Lisa two years ago, but he had never had a boyfriend. The team knows he’s bi and has egged him on plenty of times to hookups at parties. Excitedly congratulating him when they see him following a limping twink out of a guest bedroom. He’s not worried about them being homophobic to him because he simply wouldn’t care, but he wants them to be nice to Lucifer. He’s not worried about Benny, the taller boy is a little fruity himself, but he wants Benny to like Lucifer and vice versa. 

Lucifer finally rolls out of bed around 10 and decides to take a shower. He strips his shirt off and rubs his eyes vigorously. He spots some of his tattoos in the mirror and runs his fingers over them in appreciation. He steps into the shower once steam starts to fog the mirror up. He may be tired, but he’s awake enough to remember to check every product he uses for Gabriel tampering. He and Castiel know to always check their shampoo labels and contents to make sure it’s not hair dye or nair. He even checks his toothpaste to make sure it won’t dye his teeth. Their dad hasn’t learned to check yet and has fallen prey to pink hair and black teeth enough times to be disappointing.

Once Lucifer is satisfied his shampoo is safe he starts scrubbing it into his dirty blonde locks. He shaves his face and the stubble off his legs. He had shaved everything well in preparation for his date with Dean, but the bastard wasted it by refusing to fuck him. He makes sure his pubic area is well trimmed and neat.

 He hopes that if he makes a good impression on Dean’s friends today he’ll finally give him the dirty, sweaty, after-practice locker room fuck that he needs. He knows Dean is having a hard time saying no to him and thinks the whole waiting thing is kind of stupid. He has to admit that it makes him feel special, but not special enough to override how much he wants it.

He finally gets to school around the end of second period- later than he had intended- and slides in through a side door he knows doesn’t properly lock. He won’t go through the front office because he wants to avoid getting a tardy slip and another detention, but they tend to find him out anyway. He uses the side door to step outside and smoke in between periods sometimes, there's no cameras there either.

He goes to his third period as normal and when he's at his locker after he sees Dean coming up to him. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you all morning,” Dean says with an exasperated sigh. He pulls Lucifer into a hug and kisses him on the top of his head. 

“I slept in,” Lucifer says. “My brother woke me up at the butt crack of dawn to help him get dressed.”

“Can he not dress himself?” Dean asks, pulling away so he can look at Lucifer.

“Not really. He dresses like a tax accountant most days,” Lucifer says, making Dean chuckle. He starts to walk along with Dean so they can head to their next class. Lunch is kinda late for seniors, being the fifth period. 

“So why did he ask for your help today?” Dean asks.

“He wanted to impress his new boyfriend at school today,” Lucifer sighs. 

“Sure you’re not talking about yourself? You look mighty fine today,” Dean says with a flirty smile. Lucifer is wearing the ripped jeans that Castiel rejected this morning, large parts of his toned and tanned thighs exposed and a tight t-shirt that shows off his muscular and lean body.

“You think I’m trying to impress you Winchester?” Lucifer teases. “You must think you're really special.” Lucifer stops walking since he’s reached his class. 

“Maybe I do think I’m special,” Dean teases, giving Lucifer a short but wonderful kiss.

“We’ll see about that at practice later, huh Captain?” Lucifer says. “This is my stop. I’ll see you at lunch.”

“Okay. By babe,” Dean says, letting Lucifer out of his hold after softly stroking his hip as a goodbye gesture. Lucifer blushes at the nickname as he walks into class. He’s been called much filthier things, but such a casual pet name gets to him far more than ‘cockslut’ or ‘whore’ does because he’s simply not used to it.

~

Lunch rolls around and Dean is far more nervous than Lucifer is. He spent all last period worrying over whether Lucifer would like his friends as much as he does, if them being together may affect the team dynamics, how practice would go this afternoon. He walks Lucifer to the lunch room, preparing him the whole way. 

“Benny is going to test you, so be prepared for that. Ignore the guys' girlfriends if they try to flirt with you,” Dean goes on.

“Well I’m gay so I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” he stops Dean before they enter the cafeteria, putting his hands on Dean’s arms and making him look at him. “It’s going to be fine Dean. You don’t need to worry so much.”

“I know. I know. This is just kind of a big deal for me and I want everything to go well,” Dean admits.

“It’s a big deal for me too,” Lucifer says sweetly, taking Dean’s hand and kissing his knuckle.

Dean laughs softly, “Just wait until I introduce you to my family. I’ll be even more of a basket case then.”

“Your family?” Lucifer’s eyes widen. Dean’s already dragging him into the cafeteria though. They get into line together. Dean stacks his tray with pizza and a slice of pie and Lucifer gets a chicken caesar salad with a protein bar. He’s trying to stay bottom-friendly but he needs some protein for practice later.

Dean leads him to a table full of boisterous seniors. The majority of the varsity team is at the table as well as some cheerleaders sitting with their respective boyfriends. Dean sits down right across from who he recognizes as Benny and he sits closely next to him.

“Hey brotha,” Benny says. Lucifer had never heard him talk before, but he has a thick cajun drawl. “Is this that boy you been telling me so much ‘bout?” 

“Yeah Benny, this is my boyfriend Lucifer. He’s also gonna be the new tight end for the team,” Dean says.

Benny extends his hand across the table for Lucifer to shake. Lucifer takes it, Benny’s hand envelops his easily. “It’s nice to meet ya. Dean has told me a lot ‘bout you. Boy is smitten,” Benny smiles mischievously as Dean blushes. “I’m sure you’ll be a great addition to the team as well. Our tight end graduated last year, so we’re in desperate need.”

“Thank you Benny. It’s nice to meet you too. Dean’s told me a lot about you also,” Lucifer says. He’s trying very hard to come off well.

“Well, Luce, how about I introduce you to the whole team?” Dean says. He’s smiling and feels relieved because Benny is being civil so far. Lucifer nods. “Well that’s Lee.” He points to the guy sitting closest to Benny. He’s shorter than Benny, but has a football build too. He has longer brown hair and a bit of a scruff. “Lee and I’ve known each other since we were kids. We used to be neighbors.”

“Nice to meet you man,” Lee says to Lucifer, a friendly smile on his face. “Glad to have you on the team. Plus, Dean ain’t had a boyfriend in years.”

“Ah shut up Lee,” he turns towards Lucifer to speak. “Just wait til we go to one of the aftergame parties. Lee kills at karaoke.”

“Not as much as you do,” Lee says.

“Oh, I believe that,” Lucifer smirks. “Way he sings along to Zeppelin cassettes in his car.”

“You really do know him,” Benny chuckles.

“Getting to know more about him,” Lucifer says with a smitten smile. Dean returns the smile with heart eyes briefly, before blushing and looking back at his friends.

“This is Crowley,” he gestures to a guy even shorter than Lee with short brown hair. He’s dressed in a lot of black. “He’s kind of an asshole, but a likable one.”

“Watch it,” Crowley says, he says it like a threat, but with good nature behind it. He has some kind of British accent, which surprises Lucifer.

“Well I’m personally a fan of likable assholes so I think we’ll get along,” Lucifer jokes. Only Dean and Crowley realize the double-entendre. Crowley gives him an impressed look.

“That must be why you’re with Dean then,” Crowley says.

“Are you kidding? He’s so chivalrous he puts knights to shame,” Lucifer jokes. “Won’t let me open doors for myself, or pay for anything.” Dean blushes.

“You sayin’ I could’ve been getting that kinda treatment this whole time if I'd've just batted my eyelashes for ya?” Benny jokes.

“No you wouldn’t have,” Dean quips back. “Because you couldn’t have pulled me.” Lucifer briefly wonders if he should be jealous of this friendship but is quickly distracted when a blonde plops down beside him at the table. He sets a bagged lunch on the table. The reason for his lateness is clear on his neck where a fresh hickey sits, still glistening from the saliva of whoever left it there.

“Balth?” Lucifer says, startled.

“Hey Luci,” he says nonchalantly. After a second he looks back up with a confused look on his face. “Why are you sitting here?”

“He’s on the team, Balthazar and he’s my boyfriend,” Dean growls out. “How do you know Balthazar, Luci?”

“He’s my cousin,” Lucifer answers. Dean's face relaxes some, knowing Balthazar isn’t just being mean to Lucifer and that was a familial conversation.

“You on the team or shagging one of them?” Lucifer says, using his cousin's own vernacular of ‘shagging’.

“All of the above,” Balthazar says, digging into his lunch without bothering to look at anyone. 

“Who are you fucking on the team?” a shorter boy with brown hair asks.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Mick?” Balthazar quips back with a smug smile.

“Nah, he’s not fucking anyone on the team. He’s just a pathological liar,” Lucifer says. “Last christmas he convinced my brother he was in the Titanic movie. It came out before he was born.”

“Cassie was well convinced I was one of the kids in the lifeboats,” Balthazar laughs.

“He still thinks you are Balth,” Lucifer scoffs.

“Well you seem to already know Balthazar quite well,” Dean says, teeth grit, realizing he may have to see Balthazar at family gatherings if this relationship goes well. 

“That’s Mick,” he points to the brown haired boy who had spoken to Balthazar earlier. Lucifer nods at him in acknowledgement. 

“That’s Gadreel,” Dean gestures to a very tall boy with brownish-reddish hair and a stern face. 

“It’s nice to meet you Lucifer,” Gadreel says, his voice and tone sounding very formal. Lucifer repeats the sentiment back.

“And at the end of the table with the girls is Alistair and Azazel,” Dean says with disgust clear in his tone that goes right over Lucifer’s head.

“Yeah I know them,” Lucifer smiles. “How you doin’ boys?”

“Clearly not as good as you. Made varsity and screwed team captain all in one week, didn’t you?” Alistair says in his slimy voice that Dean hates so much. 

Lucifer laughs though, “I said the same thing when he asked me out.”

“You said it a bit nicer than that though,” Dean insists.

“Luci saying something nicely? Never heard of such a thing,” Azazel jokes. Lucifer laughs along again. Dean is irked to realize that if he’s calling Lucifer ‘Luci’ they must already be good friends.

Benny looks at Dean with a quirked eyebrow, gesturing his head towards Alistair, Azazel and Lucifer as they continue talking. Dean shrugs with a nervous smile on his face. This isn’t a good look for him. Lucifer doesn’t seem to realize how much Dean and Benny hate those two. He isn’t Balthazar’s biggest fan either, but no one can help who their family is. Dean knows that better than most. 

Lunch goes by without a hitch as the whole team seems to love Lucifer. Dean is more silent than usual though and Benny doesn’t say much other than ask Lucifer a few questions. None of the answers seem to satisfy him though. Dean can read the look on Benny’s face and Dean keeps responding with nervous smiles. 

When the bell rings most of the tables stand up to go to class. “Oh shit I should’ve left earlier. My next class is on the other side of the building,” Lucifer scrambles to grab his things. 

“Head to class, baby. I’ll get your tray,” Dean offers.

“Really? Aww you're so sweet,” Lucifer says fondly. He gives Dean a short, sweet kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you at practice.”

“Can’t wait,” he calls after Lucifer, who's rushing away. He turns towards Benny, who’s looking at him like an angry mother awaiting an explanation. “Okay, I know that looked bad Benny, but I swear he’s not like that.”

“Alistair and Azazel, Dean? He’s buddies with Alistair and Azazel? Not to mention, Balthazar is his blood,” Benny says.

“You can’t help who your family is Benny. Plus, he seemed just as annoyed with Balthazar as any of us,” Dean insists.

“Then why is he friends with two of the biggest assholes in the school? Dean, if that's the kind he hangs out with then he’s prolly doin’ hard drugs and contractin’ venereal diseases every weekend,” Benny says, his cajun accent smooth enough to make the word ‘venereal’ sound pretty. 

“He sees the good in people, Benny. He probably just thinks they’re better than they are. I doubt he even knows that they’re into that kind of stuff. He probably just has classes with them, school friends,” Dean rambles. “Please give him a chance Benny. He’s real good to me. I like him.”

Benny stares him down, searching for something and only finding sincerity in Dean’s eyes. “Fine. I’ll give him a chance. But if you find out that he’s anything like those two, you better reconsider the nature of your relationship.”

“He’s not,” Dean says confidently. “He’s good.”

~

Practice starts with everyone gathering in the locker room. The coach passes out ‘new’ uniforms and tells them to get ready, going out to the field, presumably to set things up for practice. 

The team members all find their respective lockers and start undressing. Dean pulls his shirt over his head, thoughtlessly exposing his tan muscles, so used to undressing in front of the team. He goes flush when he sees Lucifer a few feet away from him doing the same, suddenly self conscious as he sees how beautiful his new boyfriend's body is. 

Lucifer has a back tattoo of two red wings, taking up most of his upper back. His arms are peppered in more, smaller tattoos, as well as his abdomen. His breath hitches when he notices the crowning piece: two silver bars with balls on each end, speared through Lucifer's perfect, pink nipples. Nipple piercings. He has nipple piercings and Dean hasn’t fucked him yet?! He wants to suck on them and tug on them and-

Lucifer must have noticed him staring because Lucifer smirks at him and winks, pulling his uniform over his head. Dean breaks from his trance, still dazed. He goes back to getting dressed. Searching through his gym bag, he doesn’t find something he desperately needs.

“Dammit I forgot my jock,” Dean swears.

“I have an extra,” Lucifer says casually, but a smirk hides behind his face.

“Sharing jockstraps? Might as well be married,” Azazel teases a blushing Dean. Dean ignores him.

“Yeah, uh okay. You think it’ll fit?” Dean says, the last sentence purposefully only audible to Lucifer.

“Well you stubbornly haven’t let me see it yet, but based on what I felt under my lap at the end of our last date, it may be a little tight. Your ass is smaller than mine though, so I think you’ll be fine as long as you don’t get too excited,” Lucifer whispers to him. Dean heats up more if possible.

“Fuck, give it to me,” Dean says under his breath. He puts the jockstrap on, turning away from Lucifer, but aware of the eyes burning into his bare ass as he quickly pulls his football tights on, securing his cup that he luckily remembered. The jock is a little tight and he tries to desperately tamper the implication of that down in his mind before he pops the seams. He'll never live it down if he gets a boner the first time he practices with his boyfriend. 

~

Practice goes better than he could’ve imagined. Dean and Lucifer don’t just have romantic chemistry, they have chemistry on the field. The whole team has wonderful chemistry, playing like a well oiled machine. Even the ones that don’t like each other in everyday life know they can trust each other on the field. They play as a team and work as one too. 

Dean is thrilled that Lucifer is playing so well too. Not only for the sake of his friends liking him or their relationship, but because it’s good for the team. It makes him confident this season will be a winning one already. There’s also a spark of pride in his chest that it’s his boyfriend destroying every drill, challenge, and play thrown his way.

By the end of practice, everyone’s a sweaty mess. Some of the guys take showers; more insecure ones deciding to take one at home. Alistair and Azazel are never ashamed to take showers in front of the team, walking through the locker room with their dicks proudly out. Gadreel always takes showers because his girlfriend picks him up after practices, and he ‘can’t smell like that around her’. Mick has never taken a shower in front of the team, he has modest sensibilities. The rest of the guys it’s hit or miss based on what they’re doing later or how dirty they feel. 

Dean always showers if he has somewhere to go after, but sometimes chooses not to when he knows he can shower as soon as he gets home. He thinks it’s funny to watch Sam’s face scrunch in disgust as he demands Dean go take a shower and get away from him. He’ll try to rub his armpits in his face, chase him around and throw his sweaty socks at him, lay down on Sam’s bed while he’s doing homework and refuse to budge. He enjoys his big brother teasing, not just for the satisfaction of annoying one’s own sibling, but when it squeezes smiles or laughs out of Sam. His favorite sound to this day, even better than Robert Plant’s voice or the rumble of Baby’s engine, is Sam’s laugh.

Exhausted after practice, Dean and Lucifer sit on the benches or floor of the locker room talking to teammates and laughing. By the time they decide to shower or get undressed, most of the team is gone. They’ve both gotten their harder gear off. Lucifer is shirtless and Dean is in nothing but his shirt and boxers when the last team member leaves for the night. The coach left as soon as practice was over and the equipment was packed up.

“Looks like it’s just us,” Lucifer says, trying to sound nonchalant. He saw the way Dean was looking at him earlier and has decided for the first time in this relationship, to play hard-to-get.

“Yeah,” Dean says, his voice cracking embarrassingly. 

“You gonna take a shower?” Dean asks.

“I don’t know,” Lucifer hums, looking away from Dean and into his locker, moving things around.

“I don’t think you should,” Dean says, his voice sounding a bit rough. 

“What, so I don’t tempt you, oh Mr. Puritan?” Lucifer says jokingly. He shuts his locker and turns around. When he does he sees Dean very close to him with a dark look in his eyes.

“Because you smell like sex,” he backs Lucifer gently into the lockers, “and musk, and so fucking good.” Dean latches his lips onto Lucifer’s neck. Lucifer lets a moan slip out accidently, shocked at the sudden onslaught. His left leg comes up, wrapping around Dean’s waist and pulling him closer, groins up against each other. Hard-to-get didn’t last very long.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had tattoos?” Dean says hotly into his ear, making Lucifer shiver. “And most importantly about the piercings.” He tugs very lightly on one of them, not touching his nipple directly. 

“Tried to by getting you to fuck me, but you didn’t take the bait,” Lucifer says, sounding breathless.

“I’m starting to regret that decision. I think I’m gonna have to repeal that,” Dean says, taking Lucifer wrapping his arms around him as an invitation to continue his onslaught, rubbing his front against Lucifer’s and tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth.

“Fuck,” Lucifer moans. “Fuck me Dean.” He sounds desperate and oh so beautiful. 

“I wanna make you cum, but I’m not fucking you until I can lay you out nice and pretty and take my time on you,” Dean says.

“Fuck,” Lucifer whines. The denial of a cock in his ass surprisingly stirring up heat inside him at the romantic words. He usually wants it rough and fast, but the idea of Dean laying him out and worshipping his body for hours is a damn good one. “Okay, okay, just give me whatever you’ll give me. Want you so bad.”

“Am I hurting you, pushing you up against this?” Dean checks. Lucifer shakes his head desperately, a lie. The lockers are digging into his back and he loves it. “Good.” Dean loops his arms under Lucifer’s thighs and lifts him up, pinning him further against the lockers. He grinds harder than he had before, having permission now. Lucifer’s head tilts back and he moans beautifully. 

Dean keeps sucking and kissing at Lucifer’s throat, moving down his collarbone until he reaches the two pink peaks that drove him to this in the first place. Lucifer’s nipples are erect in the cold locker room air, and they grow more so when Dean’s hot breath ghosts over them. “Fuck yeah, please suck on them,” Lucifer begs. Dean obliges happily, rolling the buds and the smooth metal bars under his tongue, switching between them as his hands are busy holding Lucifer’s weight.

“I gotta take this jock off before I bust the seams,” Dean laughs, setting Lucifer down gently. Lucifer takes the opportunity to quickly peel his tights and underwear off. He looks back and Dean is also fully naked. “God, you’re gorgeous,” Dean says breathlessly.

Lucifer responds to the compliment by dropping to his knees. “Can I suck it?” Dean contemplates, he was only planning on grinding and handies, but he can’t fucking say no to that. He nods wordlessly, desperately.

Lucifer nuzzles at Dean where his thigh meets his groin. He inhales the after-practice musk of him deeply. It’s intoxicating, a smell he would find gross in any other situation, but highly arousing here. He lifts Dean’s appendage up in his hand, nosing underneath it, continuing to sniff all around his crotch, letting Dean’s bush tickle his face.

“You smell so good, D,” Lucifer says. 

“Luci,” Dean breathes out desperately, lacing his fingers in Lucifer’s hair. He tilts Lucifer’s head up so he can look him in the eyes. “You’re completely sure? You don’t have to.” 

“Of course I’m sure,” Lucifer gives him an odd look. 

“Doesn’t matter how sure you look. I’m always gonna ask you that,” Dean says. 

“What a gentleman,” Lucifer says, immediately licking under Dean’s shaft, making him gasp.

“You deserve a gentleman,” Dean says, sounding like he can barely breathe as Lucifer continues to lick all up his shaft, never quite reaching the tip. He’s teasing him. “Baby, put something under your knees.”

“I don’t need it,” Lucifer says, clearly annoyed to stop tasting the quarterback’s dick for even a second.

“If you leave here with bruises on your knees I won’t fuck you for at least another two weeks,” Dean insists. Lucifer scrambles to fold up his discarded uniform and place it under his knees, not sure what pieces belong to Dean and what to him. He loves leaving sexual encounters with bruises on him, but he’s too horny to argue with Dean right now. The authoritative tone Dean used was also impossible for him to resist. He just had to obey.

He finally moves his tongue to the sensitive tip, dipping his tongue in the slit insistently. He runs his finger over his tip along with the movements of his tongue over Dean’s, circling his tip at the same time as he swirls his tongue around Dean’s. He finally puts it all the way in his mouth, satisfied the length is wet enough for it not to chafe his lips. Dean’s fingers tighten in his hair and he lets out a low moan.

“So damn pretty down there,” Dean praises, making Lucifer light up inside. He notices Lucifer stroking himself dryly. “Here baby, I’ll sit on the bench so I can touch you.” Dean pulls back from him. Lucifer pouts at having his mouth empty. Dean sits on the bench and pats the wood in between his spread thighs. “C’mere. Pretty boys like you shouldn’t have to touch themselves.” Lucifer obeys, dick twitching at the praise.

He scoots towards Dean, bringing his knee padding with him. He quickly brings his lips back to Dean’s hot length, bobbing at a steady pace. He hears Dean spit in his own hand and feels him reach down, his abdomen pressing into the top of his head. His hand reaches his neglected dick, thumbing over his tip and starting a stroking pace matching the one he’s bobbing at. He moans appreciatively around Dean, the vibrations going through all of Dean pleasurably. Dean uses his free hand to play with Lucifer’s nipples more.

“The amount of time I’m gonna spend sucking on these… I might fail all my classes this year,” Dean jokes. Lucifer struggles through a smile around Dean’s cock, speeding up in response to Dean’s appreciation of his body. “Oh fuck baby, so good,” Dean moans. 

Lucifer senses Dean getting close by the way his breathing gets more ragged and the increasingly salty taste of Dean’s pre-cum. He determines himself to make Dean cum. He switches between tonguing at Dean’s tip in a way that makes Dean think he may be trying to stick his tongue inside of it, and deepthroating. The lack of gagging impresses Dean, he’s never had anyone take him all the way in without gagging at least a few times. 

Lucifer needs more than Dean’s hand to orgasm at the same time as him, so he swirls his fingers under Dean’s balls, collecting the slobber that’s accumulated on them on his pointer. He reaches behind himself and rubs his wet finger over his hole. Dean looks at Lucifer curiously after having his eyes closed in pleasure, wondering why the lovely hand on his balls left too quickly. When he notices Lucifer rubbing at his hole and starting to press a finger in, he comes undone. 

Lucifer takes Dean all the way in as he cums, swallowing around him as wave after wave hits. “Fuck sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Dean says after catching his breath, having not intended to cum down Lucifer’s throat without asking. 

“Mmm, nothing to worry about,” Lucifer looks up at him with a dazed smile. He’s still humping Dean’s now-still hand and has a finger rubbing at his walls. 

“Lay on the bench. I’ll make you cum,” Dean instructs. Lucifer does so happily. Dean quickly hovers over him and takes him back into his hand, sucking insistently at one nipple and tweaking the other in his fingers. “Want me to suck you off?”

“That’s a bottom’s job,” Lucifer says, heaving breaths. He’s not used to tops offering something so kind.

“It’s neither a job or for bottoms. I wanna make you feel good,” Dean says, voice so soft and sweet it’d make Lucifer sick if he had half a brain right now.

“Please,” Lucifer nods. Dean moves down to Lucifer’s leaking dick. It’s definitely smaller than his own and that’s both incredibly hot and a relief as he’s not a deepthroater like Lucifer. It doesn’t take much for him to make Lucifer cum though, as he was already close to the edge. He swallows it all down, despite hating the taste. He likes to do the same for his lovers as they do for him. 

He runs his hands soothingly over Lucifer’s sides as he comes down and catches his breath. When his vision comes back into focus and his head stops swimming he says, “Finally got you, Winchester.” He’s smirking.

“You’ve had me,” Dean laughs softly, smiling back at his sated boyfriend. “Let’s get dressed. I’ll take you home.”

“I drove here,” Lucifer says. Dean looks at him uneasily. “I’m fine to drive home. Promise. You made me cum, not got me drunk.”

“I don’t like the idea of not taking you home myself after doing that with you,” he settles closer to Lucifer on the bench, wrapping his arms around him. Neither of them mind the sticky sweat on their bodies. Lucifer rests his head on Dean’s shoulder.

“You can spend the night and make me eggs in the morning once you actually fuck me, but for now I’m gonna go home and sleep soundly in my own bed,” Lucifer says, kissing Dean.

“Fine, but I’m walking you to your car,” he insists. Lucifer laughs, but Dean is dead serious. 

“Well let me get some clothes on first,” Lucifer says.

“No, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Dean says with a smug, cheeky smile.

Chapter Text

Cas feels a bit better after his and Michael’s talk in the library and the rest of the school day goes by relatively smoothly. He does feel some amount of nervousness at having asked to talk to Michael about sex. He regrets having asked because he’s so nervous about it. All he really wants to do is establish boundaries and try to make them both comfortable in the relationship, but the idea of discussing such a topic with Michael makes his cheeks heat up and his stomach flutter.

He had his first kiss just a few days ago and now he’s going to discuss sex with his boyfriend. A girl- a bitch proposed a threesome to him at lunch today. Everything’s moving far too fast and he feels like he’s chained to a comet and the destination is crashing into planet Michael. It’s not like he hasn’t known Michael for a while, but they weren’t exactly friends before. Their relationship went straight to romance. 

He’s seventeen though, turning eighteen soon. He’ll be going to college next year. It’s not like he’s too young to be considering this. He’s years behind his twin and he was kind of expecting to be the last of his brothers to lose his virginity and Gabriel’s fourteen. The kid’s a flirt though, so he doubts he’ll make it far into highschool intact. Either way, he needs to get over himself. 

Castiel isn’t sure what it is that makes him so nervous. Is he insecure to show his body to someone? Maybe a little, but he’s not particularly insecure about his body. He’s never cared much for the superficial and he’s hit on by enough girls to know he must be somewhat attractive. Having a whorish twin helps because he knows men like his face, it’s just his personality that’s been keeping them at bay so far. 

Is he scared it’ll hurt? No, he’s spent plenty of time in the privacy of his bedroom rocking back and forth on his fingers buried deep inside himself. He knows by now that if it’s done correctly it shouldn’t hurt, maybe a little burn at first, but when he goes slow he feels no pain at all. It’s not like he hasn’t shoved dick-sized things into himself, maybe even bigger than the average. Lucifer had smuggled him into a Spencer’s gifts at some point a few years ago and he had been far too nervous and embarrassed to buy anything. He had shown clear interest in a specific vibrator though and the next day he found a bottle of lube on his bed and the exact toy in a box with a note on it saying You’re welcome. Enjoy. -L

He was humiliated at first and didn’t want to use a toy that Lucifer had bought him, but curiosity and horniness quickly overtook the shame. He loved the toy so much he eventually felt safe enough to buy more on his own, amassing a small collection in his bedside drawer. He hopes more than anything that Gabriel will never find it because the damage he could do with that knowledge is atomic level.

 So why is it that he feels perfectly fine stuffing an oversized piece of silicone in his hole and not a man he’s very attracted to that likes him? Intimacy. Another human being touching him all over when he rarely touches even the people he loves most. Even Charlie and her love for hugs respects that he doesn’t like them. There’s also the loss of control. When he fucks himself he controls the pace, the force, even the depth, but if Michael gets on top of him and starts thrusting in he’ll have no way to predict his next move. What if his arms are really weak and real sex hits in far harder than he does? 

The biggest thing may be the safety aspect of it. The concept of trusting another person to the extent that he allows them full reign to his body, access to his most private parts; parts no one but his doctor has seen since his parents were changing his diapers and powdering his butt. He trusts Michael already. Of course the relationship is fresh so it will take time for him to trust him more. Does he trust him enough to let him inside of himself though? Not yet.

And that’s the issue. He’s not ready yet, at least to go all the way. He knows that’s pretty normal, but he can’t help but be afraid of disappointing his new boyfriend; a boy he’s been desperately crushing on for months. The same boy he’s been thinking about while he fucks himself at night, imagining it’s his dick inside him and he’s not ready to do what he’s been imagining. How can he want something and not want it at the same time? His emotions and his libido are conflicting, but in the end his autistic hatred of physical contact may be the thing to win out. 

~

As much as Michael is disappointed that Castiel seems to not be ready for everything he had hoped, he’s not upset. He wouldn’t ever push Castiel into doing something he’s not ready for. Bossing him around in everyday life is one thing, but if Castiel doesn’t want something sexual he’s not going to question it. He’s done some shady stuff with past lovers, frequenting sex clubs and engaging in BDSM that’s borderline torture. It was always consensual though, the submissive begging him to take them apart piece by piece and put them back together again. He was never much good at the putting them together again part and that has been the root cause in ending more than a few of his ‘relationships’. 

He’s never going to leave someone shaking and crying and bleeding, but he doesn’t see any problem in leaving bruises and scrapes on the body of someone who asked for them. He also doesn’t see the need to love and coddle someone he’s not in a real relationship with post-sex. He’ll make sure they’re okay; wait for them to come down and become coherent again, but he’s not staying the night. He’ll clean the cum and lube off a body too worn out and shaky to do so, but if they’re perfectly capable of doing it themselves, then they’re lucky if he passes them a towel. 

A relationship like his and Castiel’s is different though. Actually dating the boy, he fully intends to put love and care into him, as much as he struggles to express those feelings. Being in a family with no matriarch, he hasn’t learned the complexities of his gentler emotions. He only learned how his family shows love. Dad doesn’t really. A pat on the back here and there and a reward or gift with no explanation from time to time, but never many “I love you’s” or “I’m proud of you’s”. Sam was essentially a puppy growing up, showing love excitedly and reacting to affection like a dog who’s just been called a ‘good boy’. Michael doesn’t relate to his youngest brother’s form of emotional output though and just reacts to it as a benevolent dog owner, running his fingers through the boy’s shaggy mop of hair and letting him sleep on top of him while they watch movies. 

Dean was his greatest example of love and emotion and when he really tries to be a good person he does so by mimicking Dean. His twin took the four years they had with their mother and absorbed every instinct, trait, and example he could. He took over for her before he was old enough to really be taking care of himself. When their father retreated into himself and his old friend Jack Daniels, Dean was the first one any of them came to for help.

 He remembers a day in kindergarten when he ran to Dean crying about another kid being mean to him on the playground. He held Michael in a hug and told him it’d be okay until he finished sobbing, then he went over to the kid that had made him cry and punched him right in the face. Dean had been suspended after that, always willing to suffer for his family, to take any punishment he had to.

Growing to resent his brother over time as standardized test scores and teachers convinced him he was better than him, he’s forgotten much of this. As Sam turned out to be smart like him, he continued to treat his littlest brother like gold, but turned away from his twin and father to an extent. 

~

Michael meets Castiel by his locker at the end of the day, ready to escort him to his car. Raphael and Uriel are tailing him when he reaches his boyfriend. “Alright guys, I’ll see you later. Need to pamper my boy here,” Michael dismisses his friends, both of whom would have followed him until he gave them some sort of permission or sign to leave. 

“Bye guys. It was very nice to meet you,” Castiel says, holding out a hand to shake. He really did enjoy Raphael and Uriel to an extent, or at least felt neutral about them. They were the least of his worries out of the people he met today. They both shake his hand before leaving them alone. 

“Good job darling. Are you ready to go?” Michael asks.

“Yeah I am,” Castiel says, pulling on the straps of his backpack. “Good job with what?”

“You did good interacting with Raphael and Uriel. They’re good friends for you to have. Raphael is one of the smartest kids in school and Uriel gives his friends plenty of access to his very successful parents. A good recommendation from any of my friends' parents could mean a six to seven figure job one day,” Michael explains, walking Castiel out of the school.

“Wow, that would be nice. Doesn’t it kind of feel like using people though?” Castiel asks.

“Oh Castiel, you’re too good for this world,” Michael says, kissing his boyfriend on the top of his head. They’ve stopped walking at some point in the parking lot. “Everyone uses people. They use me just as much as I use them. A symbiotic relationship.”

Castiel breaks away from Michael indignantly. “So are you using me?”

“Oh darling of course not. Relationships are give and take, yes, but I care about you,” Michael assures them.

“Do you promise?” Castiel says bashfully.

Michael pulls Castiel back into him and kisses him deeply. “I promise.” Castiel smiles and they resume their stroll to Michael’s car. 

“I’m doing everything I can to do good for you Castiel. I hope you know that,” Michael says.

“I do. I know you’re trying to help me become successful and I appreciate that,” Castiel says.

“I sense a ‘but’,” Michael says with an uncomfortable smile.

“I just really don’t like some of your friends,” Castiel says, surprisingly unrelenting, but his interactions with Bela have made him feel strongly.

Michael laughs softly. “Good. You’d have to be a horrible type of person to actually like Bela and Gordon.” Castiel laughs. “That’s why I like you so much. You’re one of the few people with your level of intelligence that doesn’t have a bit of arrogance.”

“Thank you Michael. I can sense you’re not like them either,” Castiel says. They reach Michael’s car and he unlocks it so they can get in. “Your car is so nice.”

“Thank you. Don’t tell any of the rich assholes around here, but it’s only nice because I made it that way,” Michael says.

“What do you mean?” Castiel asks. The air conditioning has kicked on and the soft jazz has resumed playing very quietly. He looks around at the interior. It’s a black Mercedes-Benz. The seats have heating and cooling features. The front console has one of those fancy touch-screen GPS controls.

“Well my uncle has a scrap yard and a mechanic shop. This baby came into the scrap yard after a wreck, meant to be used for parts. My brother and I had been fighting over who got dad’s old impala since we’d just turned 16 and I told him I’d let him have it if we could fix this up for me. Took us a few months and hard work, but it’s better than new,” Michael explains.

“That’s awesome. I didn’t expect a bibliophile like you to know mechanics so well,” Castiel says.

“I’ve grown up around it. Plus it’s just science, you have to know physics and be able to solve puzzles. As much as I hate blue-collar labor, I really enjoy cars. I’m thinking about going into the corporate side of it when I graduate. Maybe a CEO of a car company,” Michael says.

“You would be so good at that. You already act like a CEO,” Castiel giggles, leaning in to peck Michael on the lips. Michael realizes it’s the first time Castiel has initiated a kiss himself and is satisfied that the boy has gotten comfortable enough to do so. 

Michael starts backing out and gets on the road to head to the ice cream spot he plans on taking Castiel to. “Wait did you say you and your brother had just turned sixteen? And that he’d gotten a car? I thought your brother Sam was 13,” Castiel asks.

“He is, well he’s about to be fourteen. I’m talking about my twin, Dean. He works as a mechanic at our Uncle Bobby’s shop after school,” Michael says nonchalantly.

“You have a twin? I do too!” Castiel says.

Michael looks over at him briefly with disbelief on his face. “The statistical chances of that- Tell me about your twin. You told the girls you had a younger and an older brother earlier. How come?”

“Well Luci is older, by about twelve minutes,” he laughs softly. “And the younger, Gabriel, is around Sam’s age. I think they may go to the same school. He talks about a Sam all the time, but it could be another one. I just didn’t want to tell the whole table I had a twin and get a million questions about it. Lucifer can be a bit embarrassing too, since he’s my polar opposite.”

“Gabriel, Lucifer, and Castiel, angel names huh?” Michael asks.

Castiel makes an affirmative noise. “Our mom was really religious, probably one of the reasons our parents divorced. My dad’s a staunch atheist raising a bunch of angels alone,” Castiel chuckles.

“Hmm, I understand why you didn’t want to tell them. I get that too whenever you tell anyone you have a twin. Especially when they find out we’re identical,” Michael says.

“Exactly! I mean just because we have the same face doesn’t make us anything alike,” Castiel says, exasperated at Michael’s understanding.

“You’re identical too?” Michael says. They’ve finally pulled into the ice cream place.

“Yep. He looks exactly like me, but his hair is a little lighter. He dresses really differently too and has tattoos,” Castiel says as they get out of the car.

“Ugh, well I’m glad I got the classier twin,” Michael says. Castiel laughs. 

“Yeah there’s nothing classy about Lucifer. I love him though, drives me crazy, but I love him,” Castiel says.

“Oh I feel that,” Michael chuckles. “What do you want darling?” He points to the menu above the serving window. 

“Hmm,” Castiel searches the menu. “Ooh they have peanut butter and jelly ice cream! I’ll get a cone of that.”

Michael steps up to the window and puts in an order for Castiel and a cup of vanilla for himself. “Michael I can pay for myself,” Castiel says.

“Absolutely not. I took you here to cheer you up. What would be the point if you paid? You’d just be cheering yourself up,” Michael says firmly. They move over to wait for their orders.

“You’re such an angel, Michael,” Castiel says, putting his arms around Michael’s neck and leaning up to kiss him sweetly.

“I’ll be anything you need me to be darling,” Michael says against his lips, putting his hands on Castiel’s hips. 

“I really do appreciate it. I was so upset earlier. I know it was stupid, but what Bela said just made me so uncomfortable,” Castiel says.

“It’s not stupid. She was totally out of line. No one gets to talk to you like that,” Michael says possessively. Castiel blushes. Their ice cream comes out and they grab it. Michael leads them to one of the outside tables to sit. “You’ll be satisfied to know that I gave her a talking-to and it definitely won’t happen again.”

Castiel’s eyes widened, “What did you say to her?”

“I’ve got enough dirt on her that it’s easy to make threats. There was one I was holding onto for a while and I called it in to make sure she never treats you poorly,” Michael says.

“Micheal- did you… blackmail her for me?” Castiel asks.

“Maybe, just a little bit,” Michael says.

“Michael! That’s wrong!” Castiel insists.

“What’s wrong is making you cry. Now eat your ice cream dear,” Michael says. Castiel complies. He moans at the taste hitting his tongue. “Well now, isn’t that just gorgeous?” 

“What is?” Castiel asks, looking around for a puppy or baby.

“You, making happy noises and licking an ice cream cone,” Michael says.

Castiel blushes deeply. “That reminds me Michael- what we said we’d talk about.” There’s no one else sitting outside right now, so he decides it’s a safe place to talk.

“Yes, that,” Michael says, sticking his spoon back in his cup and setting it down on the table. He puts his hand on Castiel’s knee and makes sure he’s looking him in the eye by grabbing his jaw and tilting his head up. “I don’t want you fussing about being a virgin. It’s not going to dissuade me from liking you and I’m not going to pressure you.”

“I just don’t feel ready to go all the way, Michael,” Castiel says shyly. 

“Why would you? We just got together,” Michael says. “Even I don’t think we should be having full-on crazy butt sex just yet.” Castiel blushes and laughs. Michael smiles at having eased Castiel’s mood. 

“What I think I would like is to- to take one step at a time,” Castiel says, letting out a shaky breath.

“Of course. How would you want to do that?” Michael says, releasing Castiel’s jaw and going back to his ice cream. 

“Well we would start with one thing and move up each time. Like spend a few weeks doing something and then move on to something a bit farther until we make our way up and feel ready to go all the way,” Castiel says, blushing.

“Perfect, what kind of things do you have in mind?” Michael says, smirking.

“Oh, don’t make me say it Michael,” Castiel whines.

“We have to communicate in this relationship. Especially if you don’t want me going too far before you’re ready. So if that means explaining sexual acts in detail before we agree to do them, you’re going to have to get used to that,” Michael says. 

“Well I thought we could start with, uh with-” Castiel blushes even harder.

“Come here and whisper it to me baby,” Michael says. “Don’t be afraid.”

“Grinding,” Castiel whispers to Michael, pulling back and looking scared out of his wits. Michael laughs hysterically. “Hey! Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry baby. It’s just you were so scared to ask for that. The most mild thing on the planet and you acted like you were trying to say something incredibly lewd.”

“It’s not as mild when you’ve never done it before,” Castiel says.

“Yeah, you’re right. Clothes on or off?” Michael says.

“Um- on at first. Maybe shirts and pants off, but I wanna keep my boxers on,” Castiel says.

“That’s just fine. They’ll be messy when you’re done with it, but when I take you home you can just hop in the shower,” Michael says, standing up to throw away his now empty cup and the napkins that were wrapped around Castiel’s now eaten cone.

“What, like now?” Castiel says, looking at the hand Michael offered to help him up. He takes it and stands with him.

“If you want to,” Michael says.

“Where?” Castiel asks, feeling like they’re talking about doing something incredibly dangerous and thrilling. His jeans that were already tight feel like they’re going to burst.

“Plenty of room in my back seat. I can park it somewhere private,” Michael says, reaching the car and unlocking it. Castiel gets into the passenger seat, cheeks feeling very hot.

“Yeah, okay. Can we like- kiss a lot while we do it?” Castiel asks nervously.

“That was the plan,” Michael says, lightheartedly laughing. “Are you sure you’re okay with doing it now? We don’t have to unless you want to.”

“If we don’t do it now I may burst,” Castiel says.

Michael chuckles at Castiel’s eagerness. “Just because your body wants it doesn’t mean you’re ready for it.”

“As long as you promise me you won’t try and take it any further than we agreed, I feel ready for it. I mean we’ve kissed before and been clothed together before. All we’re adding is a little less clothes and moving our hips. We won’t even see each other’s penises.”

“I would never try and take it further than you’re comfortable with. Now, we won’t see bare genitals, but you should be prepared that if we strip down to boxers, you’ll have a pretty good idea of size from the outline. And my tip always peeks out of the top when I get fully hard,” Michael says.

“That’s okay, as long as you don’t really see it I’ll be fine,” Castiel says, wondering how big Michael must be to not be able to stay in his underwear when he gets hard. 

Michael takes him to the same clearing in the woods that he doesn’t know Dean had taken Lucifer last week.

He tells Castiel to get into the backseat and follows after him. Castiel watches Michael crawl back there, the look on his face making him feel like prey and Michael’s the beast about to devour him. It makes him excited. “You’re so hot Michael,” Castiel says breathlessly.

“You’re not so bad yourself darling,” Michael says, sitting down next to Cas. “It’s gonna get hot in here pretty quickly. Do you want shirts off, yes or no? We can leave them on if you don’t want to, but you may feel hot with it on.”

“We can take them off, just don’t stare too hard. You’re so muscular, it makes me embarrassed of how out of shape I am,” Castiel says.

“Castiel dear, I’m sure your body is perfect. I’ll avert my eyes if you want me too, but I could stare you down for hours,” Michael says. He unbuttons his own shirt, loosening his tie and pulling it over his head. When he pulls his shirt all the way off, Castiel’s eyes go wide, dilating. 

“Holy-” Cas starts, mouth falling open.

“I can’t stare at you, but you can gawk at me like that?” Michael teases. 

“Sorry, sorry, you're just so- strong,” Castiel says, finally pulling his jumper over his head. 

“Fuck you’re perfect,” Michael says, grasping onto Castiel’s soft lovehandles. Castiel is mostly skinny, but much of him is slightly soft and thick, his stomach nowhere near muscular, his hips slightly wide and feminine, and his thighs strong and round. 

Castiel runs his hands up and down Michael’s biceps, marvelling over the visible muscles. It’s clear he works out. Castiel has a naturally skinny nature, but years of keeping his head in a book and learning to cook and bake have added some softness to his lean body. He’s often embarrassed of it because he can’t help but compare his body to Lucifer’s. They’re supposed to be the same, but Lucifer has toned muscles from football and working out that Castiel has never once had. 

“No you’re perfect,” Castiel says. Michael leans forward to kiss him, it’s hard and demanding, but doesn’t last long.

“I won’t argue with that,” he smirks. Castiel giggles.

“Go ahead and take your pants off darling. You don’t have to, but you won't feel much of anything through denim,” Michael says. 

“You first,” Castiel says. “Wait no- if you go first I might not want to do it at all after seeing how good you look.” Michael laughs at his indecisiveness. Castiel starts to unbuckle, trying to awkwardly shimmy his way out of Lucifer’s jeans. Michael helps him pull them off.

“Fuck I could bury myself in those thighs,” Michael says, rapidly unbuckling and undoing his pants. “What a wonderful way to die, am I right?”

“They’re fat,” Castiel says quietly. He didn’t realize he’d feel insecure about this, never having thought much about his body, but it’d been mentioned so much today, by Bela. Michael’s body is so ridiculous too.

“You keep saying bullshit like that I might start spanking you,” Michael says firmly, hand grabbing onto Castiel’s jaw harshly. His eyes look dangerous and Castiel knows he upset him. “Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and you’re insulting yourself.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s just scary showing so much to someone else, especially with how fit you are. And I keep thinking about how muscular Lucifer is and wondering why I look so different,” Castiel nervously rambles, fast and nervous. 

“Castiel, you don’t have to be me and you don’t have to be your twin. What you are now is exactly what I want,” Michael hovers over him, holding him close to himself. “So if I wanna keep feeding you ice cream until you can’t squeeze into those jeans anymore, you’ll let me keep shoving my face into your thighs until I suffocate. Okay?”

“Okay,” Castiel nods rapidly, eyes wide. 

“Now, can I indulge in your pretty body and make you cum or are you too insecure?” Michael says, finally pulling his pants off.

“Please,” Castiel whimpers, Michael’s comments making his heart beat harder and body flush in heat.

“Please what?” Michael smirks, not letting Castiel come closer until he answers.

“I want you to make me cum,” Castiel says, making himself flush in embarrassment.

Michael pulls Castiel onto his lap, “Such filthy words for such an innocent boy.” He attacks Castiel’s lips with his, moving down to his neck. Castiel lets out a shattering moan, having never felt anyone kiss his neck before.

“Oh that feels so good. Please keep doing that,” Castiel begs. Michael sucks on his neck harder. 

“Move your hips down into mine,” Michael says, pulling Castiel forward, hands guiding his hips. Castiel complies, letting Michael guide him into grinding down onto him. “Yeah, just like that.” 

He feels the soft cotton of Castiel’s boxers on his fingers and looks down to see if he can see growth through them. “Are you wearing- orange boxers?”

Castiel blushes. “They’re lucky. I always wear orange boxers.” 

Michael chuckles, “Adorable. You, I mean. The boxers are hideous.”

Castiel laughs, “Don’t make fun of my underwear choices. Just because you look like a model in your Calvin Kleins.” 

“Fine, fine. Just surprised they’re not bumble-bee patterned,” Michael teases.

“I do have some that are bumble-bee patterned, but only the orange ones are lucky and I needed luck today,” Castiel says.

“Well earlier I would’ve told you to invest in a rabbit foot because they’re clearly not working, but now you’ve gotten free ice cream and a boy under your lap, so I think you’re right.” Michael shifts them, laying Castiel down gently, head propped up by the door. He seats himself on top of his lap and takes over grinding.

“Ugh,” Castiel groans. “Fuck, that’s your dick, right there with mine.” He looks down at their joined crotches, unbelievingly.

“Yeah that’s kind of the point,” Michael says.

“No, it’s just surreal. It’s hot, that you’re just right there. On top of me and so close,” he runs his hands over Michael’s chest. Michael only responds by moving his hand up to brush a thumb over Castiel’s nipple. Castiel jolts like he’s been struck by electricity, arching his back and moaning. 

“You like that?” Michael asks. Castiel nods desperately. “Want me to use my mouth there?” Castiel nods again after a sharp gasp. Michael leans his head down, still expertly moving his hips over Castiel’s hard bulge. He can feel wetness near his crotch that he knows isn’t from himself. He sucks in one of Castiel’s nipples, pinching the other.

“Fuck, Michael,” Castiel moans. “Close.” It’s only been a few minutes but Michael understands because Castiel’s a virgin. 

“Let go baby,” he trails his hand down to run his thumb over the wet spot on Castiel’s boxers. “So wet for me, leaking.”

Castiel whines. “Not a girl,” he demands. 

“Didn’t say you were. But you leak more than most girls I’ve been with. Wet little cock,” Michael says, pinching one of Castiel’s nipples.

Castiel feels a sinking in his gut. “Please don’t say things like that.” 

“Sorry baby, didn’t mean to upset you,” Michael kisses him again and his tongue action is good enough to erase the upset thoughts from Castiel’s mind. Castiel whines, moaning and thrashing under Michael and closing his eyes. Michael speeds up, knowing that he’s close to cumming. He leans back so he can watch his face when he orgasms.

Michael feels a wet, and warm rush against his crotch. Castiel’s cum leaked through his own boxers and into Michael’s. He doesn’t usually like a bottom marking him like that, but right now it feels like a reward for a job well done.

Castiel breathes heavily, waiting for his vision to come back into focus. “Mmm, Michael.” 

Michael picks him up, changing their positions so that Castiel lays atop him. He runs his fingers through Castiel’s hair. “You okay baby?”

“I’m great,” he slurs out sleepily. 

“Let’s get you dressed and take you home,” Michael says. 

“But you’re still hard,” Castiel says, moving his hand down to feel his outline. It’s scorchingly hot and pulsing even through the fabric, not to mention fucking huge. 

“I don’t need you to get me off baby. I’m happy just making you feel good,” he kisses Castiel on the forehead. He’s never said anything remotely close to that before, but he feels too guilty to get off right now and grinding would’ve never done it anyways. He didn’t mean to start dirty talking Castiel. It just slipped out. Years of feeding degradation kinks, and he starts feminizing a virgin and says he has a ‘wet little cock’. Where did that even come from? 

“I wanna make you feel good Michael,” Castiel says, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I can’t get off on just grinding baby. I’m sorry,” Michael says softly, running his hands over Castiel’s arm and back.

Castiel sits up, frantic look in his tired eyes. “I can- we can do more. I can get you off. Please Michael.”

“Hey, hey. What’s going on?” Michael asks concerned. 

Castiel’s eyes tear up, but he blinks them away. “I can’t satisfy you.”

“Of course you can Castiel. It’s all the other parts of our relationship that’ll satisfy me. Sex is the least of my worries. We’ll move slow and when we get further along you’ll be able to make me cum,” Michael says.

“Promise?” he hugs Michael close, nuzzling into his chest.

“I promise,” he kisses the top of Castiel’s head and rests his chin on top of it. 

~

When Castiel finally goes to move his sore muscles off of Michael after they’d cuddled for a while, drifting off from time to time, he sees the stain he left on Michael’s boxers. “I got uh- ejaculate on you.”

“It’s fine. You cum so pretty it’s worth it. Felt nice too, so warm,” Michael says contentedly. 

They get dressed, finally moving back up to the front of the car. “Let’s get you home.”

Castiel checks his phone, and sees a bunch of missed calls and texts from Charlie. He calls her back quickly. “ Where are you, Cas? I’ve been at your house for an hour and the only one here is Gabriel! I should be getting paid to babysit,” Charlie yells.

“Oh Charlie I’m sorry. I totally forgot you were coming over. I was with Michael and we lost track of time,” Castiel quickly apologizes. Michael starts driving, trying to get Castiel back home quickly since he can sense the boy’s in trouble.

“ With Michael? Take all the time you need then,” Charlie says teasingly. He rolls his eyes at her.

~ 

Michael drops him off at his house and gives him a quick kiss before Castiel starts rushing out the door. “Hey, you’re okay right?” Michael says firmly, looking into Castiel’s eyes deeply so he can search out the truth. 

“I’m okay Michael. Promise,” Castiel says, smiling.

“Okay. Have fun with your friend. I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” Michael says.

Castiel rushes in. Gabriel and Charlie are in the living room arguing loudly over Superman comics.

“Hey guys. I’m so sorry Charlie,” Castiel says.

“Oh don’t be sorry. I’m just glad you finally have a boyfriend to lose track of time smooching,” Charlie says, mockingly making a kissy face.

“I think they were doing more than smooching. Your shirt’s on backwards genius,” Gabriel says. Castiel blushes, turning his jumper around quickly. 

“Shut it Gabe. Let’s go upstairs Charlie,” Castiel says.

“Are those Lucifer’s jeans?” Gabriel asks.

“Is that an annoying little brat?” Charlie retorts. Gabe tries to tackle her and she blocks it, holding him in place. 

“Cas, make her let me go,” Gabriel whines. 

“I can’t make her do anything,” Castiel says, heading upstairs. The drying cum in his boxers makes it uncomfortable.

Charlie joins him in his room as he’s pulling off his jeans. “These things are way too tight.” They don’t really mind changing in front of each other, both being gay and knowing each other for so long. 

“Lucky Orange looks a little stained there kid,” Charlie says, flopping onto Castiel’s bed.

He blushes darkly, “Damn, turn around! Close your eyes.”

She reaches into his drawer and pulls out a fresh pair of bumblebee boxers and throws it at him. “Go to the bathroom and take a whore’s bath, change into those then come back here and tell me everything.”

“What’s a whore’s bath?” Castiel asks, tilting his head to the side. “Are you calling me a whore?”

“No Cas. Just go clean the cum off your dick with a wet-wipe,” she says, sighing exasperated. 

“It’s not-” Castiel tries to defend himself, but stops knowing he won’t fool her.

~

Castiel comes back to his room in fresh boxers, throwing the soiled ones into his own hamper so no one sees. Gabriel would make fun of him forever and Lucifer would attempt murder if he knew Castiel had worn cummy boxers in his jeans.

“Tell me everything,” Charlie insists. He blushes and starts telling her about his whole day.

~

“Okay so he dated this Bela chick, but still hangs out with her?” Charlie says.

“Yeah, but I trust that he isn’t still into her. No one could be,” he says.

“Is she ugly?” Charlie asks.

“No, she’s just horrible,” Castiel says.

“Okay, well I’m glad Michael’s respecting your boundaries, but the stuff he said while you guys were diddling each other- did he even apologize after?” she says.

“He apologized right after I told him it upset me,” Castiel says.

“He needed to apologize like five more times, that was weird. I mean, not for experienced sex, it’s just kink stuff, but you don’t feminize a blushing virgin and tell him he has a ‘wet little cock’,” she says. Castiel cringes visibly.

“Feminizing?” he asks.

“It’s a kink where you talk about a guy like he’s a girl during sex,” Charlie explains.

“Yeah I definitely don’t like that. I may be a bit feminine, but I’m very much a guy,” he says. “But he did apologize, Charlie and he was so good with me. He didn’t even want to get off. He just wanted to make me feel good.”

“Okay I forgive him…” she says, “but I’m still suspicious.”

~

Later in the evening while Castiel is doing his homework and Charlie is ignoring hers, she says out of nowhere, “Hey do you think Michael would want to play in our next game? It’s just a one shot campaign and we really need another player for this one. We’d all love to meet him.”

“Uh, I’m not sure about that Charlie,” Castiel says, mulling it over. He doesn’t think Michael would like it and he’s really afraid that he won’t like his friends.

“Why not?” Charlie asks.

“I just don’t know if he’d like it and the whole gang- maybe he should meet just you first. We can have a lunch or something,” Castiel says.

“Ugh fine, but we really do need another player for this one and I’m not playing another game with Luci and Gabe as fill-ins. Lucifer’s mean and Gabriel finds a way to ruin it,” Charlie complains.

“Gabriel is like the most fun person to play a campaign with, but fair, he makes us lose every time. I don’t have anyone for you Charlie. You’ll have to find someone or ask Meg and Ash to find someone.”

“Meg only knows scary people and Ash’s friends are gross,” she shudders at the memory of him bringing a stoned 23 year old to a campaign one summer who wouldn’t stop talking about conspiracy theories. 

“Sorry Charles. I’m not asking Michael,” he says. She’s pouts. She’s going to have to find another player on her own. Good thing she’s very friendly.

Chapter Text

Tuesday morning Dean is very happy with his boyfriend after their rendezvous in the locker room the previous night. He’s happy enough with Lucifer that he almost forgot about his poor choice of friends, that is, until Alistair and Azazel interrupt him greeting Lucifer at his locker.

“Damn good job at practice last night Luci. You too Cap’. Surprised you ran that well wearing your bottom’s jock,” Azazel says, his smirk makes Dean feel sick. 

Lucifer laughs, “Ha, thanks. Yeah I don’t know how he performed so well with how tight that thing was on him. Kinda hard to run with your balls in a vice.”

“It fit fine,” Dean says flatly. 

“Couldn’t help but notice,” Alistair says, “that you two left after everyone else last night.”

“It’s none of your business Alistair,” Dean's cheeks heat up.

“Aw De, we’re among friends here. I’m not embarrassed,” Lucifer says.

“Yeah, shouldn’t you be proud of boning your boyfriend?” Azazel says.

“We didn’t bone ,” Dean says.

“Just had some fun celebrating a successful first practice,” Lucifer says with a smile. “Best leave it alone before you make our dear team captain explode.”

“It’s not like you not to share the juicy details,” Alistair says.

“If Dean doesn’t want me to kiss and tell then I won’t,” Lucifer says, hand affectionately on Dean’s bicep. Dean visibly relaxes. 

“I gotta head to class babe. If I’m late to first period again this semester I’ll get detention,” Dean says.

“Okay, bye Dean,” Lucifer says, giving Dean a kiss on the cheek. Dean didn’t really need to leave right then, but he couldn’t stand being around Hades’ Pain and Panic any longer.

After he walks away Azazel asks, “You’re really not going to tell us?”

“Of course I’m gonna tell you. You just gotta keep it a secret. Dean doesn’t seem to want me to share details. I’ll tell you guys later,” Lucifer says.

“We were gonna smoke in the parking lot during our free period,” Alistair says.

“Indica or Sativa?” Lucifer asks.

“Both. No practice tonight, we could smoke Indica with no consequences for getting tired,” Azazel says.

“Yeah save the Sativa for a game day,” Lucifer smiles widely, like a Cheshire cat. “How much will it cost me?”

“Just the story and all the filthy details,” Alistair says.

“You perv,” Lucifer chuckles, “Sure, I won’t pass up free weed.”

~

Lucifer’s free period is his third period today. He makes his way to Alistair’s fancy BMW that his daddy bought him. It’s trashed on the inside, the back floor board full of used condoms, empty alcohol bottles and general nastiness. Who agrees to let Alistair fuck them in the back of this thing he doesn’t know, but he assumes at least a quarter of the condoms are from fucking Azazel and the rest are cheerleaders. The upholstery stinks strongly of weed and cigarette smoke. The smell of cologne is strong where he tried to cover up the stink of sex and late night parties.

Lucifer settles into the backseat, comfortable as ever. Alistair and Azazel are already smoking in the front seat. He holds his hand out, waiting for them to pass the blunt Azazel is puffing on. 

“Details first,” Alisitair says.

Lucifer rolls his eyes, “Can’t I smoke while I tell you?”

“A puff for every interesting piece of information,” Azazel smirks.

“Well I can tell you he really fucking liked my nipple piercings,” Lucifer says.

“So does every man with eyes. Next,” Alistair says.

“I sucked him off,” Lucifer says. Alistair nods and Azazel passes him the blunt. Lucifer is practiced enough that his lungs don’t even threaten to cough. He passes it back to them.

“How big is he?” Azazel says.

“Bigger than me,” Lucifer scoffs.

“That’s always been how you like it, isn’t it?” Alistair says.

“Yeah, I’m guilty of being a size queen.”

“He get you off?” Azazel asks.

“Oh yeah, I didn’t even ask him to. Gave me a handy while I sucked him and after he came down my throat he insisted on sucking me off too,” Lucifer says. Alistair passes him the blunt again.

“He swallow or spit?” Alistair asks.

“Swallowed. I think just cause I did. He didn’t seem to like the taste,” Lucifer says, they all laugh.

“So is Winchester a good fuck or no?” Azazel asks.

“Wouldn’t know. He won’t fuck me,” Lucifer pouts.

“Woah, woah, and you haven’t dumped him? I assumed you’d been fucking for a while if you decided to date him. That someone managed to get Lucifer Novak to catch feelings,” Alistair says

“No he caught my feelings before he ever fucked me. I’m fucked,” Lucifer sighs, putting palm to his forehead.

“Why hasn’t he hit it yet? Did he give you a reason?” Azazel asks.

“He thinks I’m special and he wants it to be romantic,” Lucifer says, rolling his eyes.

“Well clearly he doesn’t know you,” Alistair says, Lucifer laughs in response. “Sluts like you need to be filled.”

“We could always take care of those needs for you if Mr. Quarterback isn’t,” Azazel suggests.

“Ahh guys, I’m monogamous right now,” Lucifer rejects. “No more hookups.” He reminisces about Alistair and Azazel passing him around parties, giving him rough treatment while he feels nothing but ecstasy, sometimes while on ecstasy. The two have commandeered more than one gang bang and love nothing more than degrading him and humiliating him. Things he enjoys in the moment and goes home to cry in the shower about, ashamed of his proclivities.

Azazel scoffs, “Yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts.”

“Look if he dumps me, which he probably will, you two will be the first ones I come to to get reamed until I forget about it, but I’m not breaking up with him. He’s too good to me for me to step away from this,” Lucifer sighs.

“Yeah he is a good guy,” Alistair says.

“Too good for you,” Azazel says. 

~

Lunch comes around and Lucifer is practically sitting on Dean’s lap. Dean is enjoying it heartily until he catches on to his conversation with the rest of the table, having been busy talking to Benny about Sam. Sam hated Benny when he first met him, for seemingly no reason, but absolutely loves him now. He’s even had Benny pick up or babysit Sam during emergencies, if somehow he, dad, Michael, nor Bobby could get to him. 

A portion of the team and Lucifer are talking about the first game which will be at the end of next week and the subsequent afterparty. Dean hates being in a room of drunk teenagers after every game, but it’s good for team morale. He’s a big fan of a cold beer while watching the game or working on cars, but having watched his father and Bobby drink away their livers for the last two decades has made him dislike being around hard liquor and drunk people. 

Lee has just finished telling some of the newer members of the team about the time the police got called on the post-homecoming game party last year and Alistair says, “A lot tamer than the parties we throw eh Luci?” 

“MUCH tamer,” Lucifer laughs.

“There was a fist fight and a drug bust in that story. What kind of parties are you going to babe?” Dean asks, a false gentleness in his tone. 

Lucifer pats him on the chest, “Oh hun, you don’t wanna know.”

“You really don’t,” Balthazar says. “Used to love going to those parties until the glory hole mix-up.” Balthazar and Lucifer both visibly shudder.

“I was blind folded. How was I supposed to know that was you?” Lucifer says.

“ You didn’t have to. It was Alistair that led me to your stall,” Balthazar scowls. 

Lucifer laughs, “Oh yeah I remember that.” He decides to approach this subject with a joking tone in hopes it will be dismissed quickly.

“Sorry Balth, it was frightfully funny,” Alistair says, with no real apology behind his words. “And hey I didn’t let you put it inside.”

“His tongue was on it!” Balthazar insists angrily.

Dean looks between the guys with wide eyes. He leans into Lucifer and whispers into his ear, “Did you let your cousin… fuck you?”

“No I didn’t,” Lucifer says, smacking Dean’s arm teasingly. “It was just some prank Alistair pulled, nothing happened. Even his fucked mind wouldn’t let that happen. I hope.”

Lunch continues for a little bit and Azazel and Alistair are laughing amongst themselves until Azazel speaks up. “Hey Luci, who tastes better, your boyfriend or your cousin?” 

Lucifer pales, their teasing doesn’t usually make him upset but this time he’s visibly mortified. Balthazar pushes his tray away and stands up, quickly leaving the lunch room in anger. Dean is instantly angry and about to go off, but Benny speaks up first. “You better shut your damn mouth before I break your fucking jaw.” He stands up, his size intimidating and pure anger radiating off of him. Dean looks over to see Lucifer has tears in his eyes, unshedding. He stands up too and Alistair and Azazel begrudgingly apologize then leave the lunch room. 

Dean sits back down, rubbing a comforting hand over Lucifer’s back, “You okay bub?”

“Yeah, they’re just messing around, I guess sometimes it goes too far. I’ll be fine. I’m gonna go check on Balth,” he gets up and leaves, Dean trying to protest his departure before he sees Benny shaking his head, signalling that he should let him go. It’s apparent that Lucifer accepts the treatment he believes he deserves, but that’s a trait of Dean’s too, so he doesn’t much notice it.

The lunch bell rings and the rest of the table leaves. Dean stays seated in silence with Benny.

“His eyes were red before he started crying Dean, so were Alistair’s and Azazel’s. They reeked man,” Benny says.

“Yeah I smelled the weed. It’s not a big deal as long as he ain’t doing the hard stuff. Mary Jane is legal nowadays anyways,” he says, picking at a nonexistent bubble of the table.

“Yeah that’s not the problem. It’s that he’s doin’ it with Alistair and Azazel and ‘parently going to sex parties,” Benny says gently as he can.

“I’m not gonna judge him for what he did or who he was with before me. I’m not exactly the Virgin Mary either. I’ve been called a ’manwhore’ more times than I can count,” Dean scowls.

“Okay, okay fair,” Benny says, putting his hands up in surrender. “We have another problem though.”

“What?” Dean mumbles.

“You and I were the only ones tryin’ to defend Lucifer and Balthazar and the rest of the team was laughing. And your boy is hangin’ out and smoking weed with guys who ‘parently set him up to do something he would never knowingly consent to and who knows what else,” Benny says.

Dean looks up angrily. “We need to find some new friends, Benny.”

“I’m happy with just you brotha’,” Benny says. 

“Thanks Benny. I gotta find some better friends for Luci though. Those two aren’t good to him or for him,” Dean says.

“You haven’t talked to that red headed girl in a while. She’s a good influence I’m sure,” Benny suggests.

“What? Charlie Bradbury?” Dean asks.

“Yeah, she’s good people. You two used to be real good friends. Before the team,” Benny says.

“Uh, she’s in my 7th period. I’ll talk to her,” Dean says, scratching his chin like he’s thinking on it.

~

Lucifer finds Balthazar hiding under an underused stairwell, hugging his knees to chest. Balthazar doesn’t usually let things get to him, and he especially doesn’t let anyone know when something gets to him. Lucifer sits down next to him quietly but Balthazar knows he’s there.

“Go away Luce,” he says, muffled into his knees.

“We never talked about that night. We only joked about it to deal with it,” Lucifer says.

“What and now we’re gonna sit here and talk about our feelings?” Balthazar finally lifts his head so he can roll his eyes at his cousin.

“No, I just wanted to say I was sorry,” Lucifer says, uncertain and shy.

“It wasn’t your fault Luce. It was those assholes you hang out with,” Balthazar says.

“You used to hang out with them too,” Lucifer says.

“Not after that and especially not after I saw them slip that pill into your drink last winter,” Balthazar says.

“When you claimed they tried to roofie me?” Lucifer says.

“They did try to roofie you!” 

“We do drugs together all the time. It’s not a big deal,” Lucifer denies.

“Will you just listen to me Lucifer!” Balthazar pleads.

“Balth…I’m sorry.”

“I told you I’m not upset with you,” he mumbles grumpily. 

“If it makes you feel any better I barely remember that night,” Lucifer says.

“You mean I almost stuck my dick in my favorite cousin’s mouth while he was inebriated and unable to consent. Yeah it makes me feel way better that I nearly took advantage of you, thanks Luci,” Balthazar says sarcastically.

“That wouldn’t have been you, Balth. We didn’t know it was each other. We were equally at fault and unconsenting,” Lucifer says.

“Thanks. I’m just glad Alistair didn’t actually let us go through with it,” Balthazar says.

“He let it go way too long. Long enough for me to have an answer to that question Azazel asked me,” Lucifer says.

Balthazar smacks the back of his head. “Shut the fuck up Lucifer.” 

Lucifer laughs and cradles his head where Balthazar smacked him. “Look, why don’t we hang out this weekend? Kiss and make up,” Lucifer says.

“God don’t say that, ” Balthazar chuckles. “Sure, when do you wanna hang out?”

“Sleepover at yours Saturday night?” Lucifer asks.

“Wouldn’t you rather have a sleepover with your boyfriend Saturday night?” Balthazar teases.

“I don’t have to cheer up my boyfriend. You’re family Balthazar. We gotta get past this,” Lucifer says.

Balthazar looks at him suspiciously. “You want to get out of your house Saturday night don’t you?”

Lucifer sighs, “Ugh fine, Cas and his annoying friends are doing Dungeons and Dragons that night and I don’t want to be anywhere near that nerd fest.” 

“Oof, does Gabriel want to come over too? Poor thing,” Balthazar says.

“Yeah, Charlie said he can’t be there anyway. He always ruins their game apparently,” Lucifer laughs.

“Okay, you, me and Gabriel Saturday night,” Balthazar smiles.

~

Dean enters his seventh period class and sees a familiar redhead talking animatedly to a guy with a mullet about some fantasy stuff he can’t begin to comprehend. He knows both of them well, but hasn’t hung out with them in a few years. He nervously sits next to Charlie. “Dean Winchester! Sitting with the cool kids again?” Charlie smiles largely, wiggling her eyebrows. He breathes a sigh of relief, she’s happy to see him.

“Hope you don’t mind, got tired of the jocks,” Dean says with an apologetic smile.

“We definitely don’t mind hotshot. Glad to see you back,” Ash says.

“I missed that party in the back of yours man,” Dean jokes.

“You talking about my hair or my ass? Either way you’re welcome,” Ash says, doing finger guns and winking.

“Just the hair Ash. I’m a taken man,” Dean says.

“Ooh, someone locked you down?” Charlie asks excitedly. It’s just as easy talking to them as it always has been, and he immediately likes it more than talking to most of the team. 

“New teammate. Doesn’t matter. I was wondering if I could hang out with you guys some this week. I’ve missed you all," Dean asks.

“Trouble in paradise with the popular crowd?” Ash says somewhat accusingly. Charlie hits him on the arm, scolding him.

“You can hang out with us anytime Dean,” Charlie says.

~

The school week goes much better than the first few days. There are still a few bumps, but Dean has a lot of fun with Charlie in the various classes he has with her. Alistair and Azazel sit at a different lunch table the rest of the week after a serious warning from Benny and Dean that Lucifer doesn’t know about. Dean would sit with Charlie’s table, but Benny and Lucifer still outweigh them in priority. 

They still see Alistair and Azazel at practice, but they’ve always been civil once on the field, caring just as much about the sport as the rest of the team. Lucifer wonders why the two have been distant from him. He tried to find them a few times throughout the week to hang out, but has ended up smoking alone sitting on the hood of his car more than once, whether it’s weed or cigarettes.

He isn’t too worried or bothered about it because Dean is very distracting. He is happy to cling to his boyfriend any time he can at school or during practice. They even do a one on one practice after regular practice one day and get a lot done in ways of preparation, teamwork, and making out in the locker room. They haven’t done another post-practice rendezvous since the first one simply because they’ve been so tired after the vigorous preparation for the team’s first game of the year. Their coach has been busting their asses.

Dean had asked Lucifer if he wanted to go on another date Saturday night, but he told him that he already had plans that night. Dean works Sunday, so it will have to wait until next weekend.

Friday Charlie corners him in class. “I know it’s super last minute, but I’ve been looking all week for another person for our D&D game tomorrow night and I think you may be perfect. I would super appreciate it and love it if you could come and-” Charlie quickly rambles excitedly.

“Charlie, Charlie! Calm down girl,” Dean says, grounding her by grabbing her wrists into his hands.

“Sorry, yeah. Can you come?” she gives her best imitation of Sam’s puppy dog eyes.

“I’m free tomorrow night yeah, but what exactly are you doing?” Dean asks.

“Dungeons and Dragons one shot campaign. I’m DMing,” Charlie says.

“DMing who?” Dean asks, furrowing his brows.

“Dungeon Mastering- basically I’m leading the game,” Charlie says.

“I don’t know the first thing about Dungeons and Dragons, Charles. You guys got into that after I joined the football team,” Dean says.

“You don’t have to know anything. Just show up with you and your clothes and I’ll have everything you need. Extra dice, a pre-made character, pleeease Deaaaannn. Please come,” she jumps up and down, begging him.

“Fine, I’ll come,” Dean relents.

“Yes!” Charlie pulls him into a big hug.

“You still live in the same house?” Dean asks.

“Oh, it's at my friend's house. I’ll text you the address then,” Charlie says. He nods.

“Do I know your friend?” Dean asks.

“I don’t think so, but you’ll know pretty much everyone there. Ash, Jo, Meg.” 

“Jo will be there? Doesn’t seem like her kind of gig,” Dean says.

“Oh yeah, she’s at every game. Doesn’t always play, but she says she likes watching me DM,” Charlie says obliviously.

“Oh she does?” Dean quirks an eyebrow, amused.

“Mhmm. I’ll see you tomorrow night Dean,” she winks at him and does finger guns before going to her seat for the period.

She didn’t need Cas to invite his boyfriend after all.