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xXx TRAITORS AND TATTOOS Part. 1 xXx
Why hasn’t Sam called him? He should have. Cas is left stranded by his traitorous car yet again, this time thankfully with both a cellphone (at Sam’s insistence) and close enough to a motel to sit out the wait for his car to be repaired. Still, his boyfriend ought to be worried and call, but no. Sam’s phone remains mysteriously switched off. Cas can’t decide if he is worried or pissed off. He chooses the latter as worry is useless as long as he is out of reach. Hence the sitting by the bar in bloody Nowhereville moodily nursing his fourth beer.
“Hey there, Angel. What’s a gorgeous guy like yourself doing in a place like this all alone?”
Cas rolls his eyes at the deep flirty voice coming from behind. “Shouldn’t you be asking me if I hurt myself falling from heaven while you’re at it?” he answers without turning around, not even bothering keeping the annoyance out of his voice.
The flirty stranger leans up against his back, answering so close to his ear Cas can feel his hot breath and smell the whiskey on it. “ Did ya?” he asks with a husky suggestive lilt to his voice.
Cas scowls and spins around on the barstool, ready to tell the stranger to get lost, but the words get caught in his throat as he comes face to face with the most stunning man he has ever seen. Tall, broad shoulders, tanned and freckled, sand coloured hair, and the most beautiful green eyes to ever have looked at him. “Crashing as we speak…” he says weakly.
“Don’t worry angel, I’ve gotcha.” The man has a suave air about him, a confident lopsided smile directed at Cas. He is obviously drunk. And while his eyes are red rimmed and the whites tinted pink, it only serves to make the green in his eyes stand out more. It’s ridiculous how fast Castiel’s heart is beating! Without even knowing he is doing it, he pulls out the barstool next to him and pats the seat, urging the stranger to join him.
The stranger chuckles and slides onto the proffered seat and signals the bartender for two whiskeys. Not Cas’ favourite drink, but he’ll take anything for a chance to ogle. He silently wonders if his car is cursed. Last time he felt instant attraction like this (To be honest with himself he had never felt instant attraction as strongly as this before.) was the last time his car went on strike and he met Sam. Sam! Right. His boyfriend. The boyfriend that has shut his phone off and gone off grid. What harm can a little bit of flirting do, anyway? Sighing internally, he thinks he better bite the bullet and establish the limits right away.
“I’ve got a boyfriend,” he informs the man. He might sound a bit mournful about it. He doesn’t mean to, but oh Lord, the man is so beautiful.
”Oh yeah? Where is he then?" The stranger slides one of the whiskey glasses over to Cas and raises an eyebrow.
"I don't know," Cas admits grumpily. And against better judgement adds; "He shut his phone off." He downs the whiskey and flags down the bartender for another one. Copious amounts of alcohol seems like a great idea right about now.
“Then he's an idiot. He shouldn’t let you out of his sight!" The stranger takes a sip of his whiskey and leans in close, lowering his voice. “Look angel, I'm gonna fess up. I saw you walk in here two hours ago and my heart fucking stopped. I swear, I've never been so blown away by a single look before. Since then I've been chugging whiskey trying to gather up courage to come talk to you and it breaks my heart to hear you have a boyfriend."
Cas' heart is racing, his mouth is dry, and his body tingling by the man's proximity and words. He downs the new whiskey as soon as it's put in front of him. The stranger leans even closer, their cheeks brushing together making Castiel’s breath hitch. A hand comes to caress Cas' thigh as the stranger speaks the next words, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
“Thing is, angel, your boyfriend is not here, I am. And this may be my only chance. If all I can get is one stolen moment with you before we go our separate ways, so be it. Nobody will ever have to know what goes down tonight except you and me…”
There are moments in life when you know exactly what the right thing to say is, what the right thing to do is. Everything is perfectly clear to you and you see what consequences your actions will have, what you need to do and say or end up regretting it. This was one of those moments.
There are moments in life when you just don’t give a shit.
That’s why, when the stranger put a hand on Castiel’s cheek and guides his head to let their lips meet, he goes with it. That’s also how he not long after finds himself falling into the stranger’s motel room tugging on clothes, desperately trying to get them off, hands and lips roaming everywhere. They don’t even bother lighting the lamp. Cas’ part of their conversation went something like this; “I don’t do these things,” “I’m not a cheater, dear lord just like that!”, “Ooooh, that feels good.”,”I really love my boyfrie -aah! Yes! Harder!”, “ Pleeeease!”
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He wakes up in the grey morning light after the best sex he’d had in his life, snuggled close to the stranger who is snoring softly. He breathes in the scent of the other man, reveling in it and wishes he could just stay here forever. The man’s chest, acting as his pillow, rise and fall in a steady rhythm. Cas blinks his eyes open and is greeted with a familiar sight. A way too familiar sight. A ball of icy dread forms in the pit of his stomach as he stare at the anti-possession tattoo over the man’s heart. What are the odds of that happening? A creeping suspicion nags at his brain. It is too unlikely to be true, but still… Guilt and panic flares hot and cold in his chest, making his limbs feel numb. He untangles himself from the sleeping man, collects his clothes and dresses quickly, then leaves before the beautiful creature on the bed has a chance to wake up.